Date: Tue, 09 May 2000 16:33:53 BST
From: Marky Rickitt <markyrickitt@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Cousin Craig Part 5

My Cousin Craig Part 5

	The Beach:

	I picked Craig up from school at 3:15, and drove the 10 miles to the beach.
  The beach has a fairly large range of sand dunes, some fairly  large.  I
drove onto the beach, and parked up at the far end, where the dunes are
least littered, but more importantly there are LESS PEOPLE.  Before I could
turn off the engine, Craig was out of the car and running at top speed
across the soft golden sand.  Locking the car I called Craig back and said
"You've got till the count of twenty to hide, just don't go out of sight of
the beach."  He was off, I counted out load, "One, Two Three..." at a steady
pace until he got to the dunes, then as he disappeared I sped up reaching
twenty within a couple of seconds.  "That's not fair," Craig shouts back,
still running. "Tough shit CJ, I'm coming."  As I enter the dunes I see him
dissapear under some undergrowth.  Giving him a bit of a chance, I slowly
make my way over to the bushes.  Ducking down I see that the bushes were
arched up into a tunnel; some sort of animal run.  The bushes had fuck off
great thorns, but if I was careful, I could crawl up the side of the dune
after Craig.
	After getting spiked and scraped to buggery, I came out in a fairly large
flat, grassed area, with a large concrete, WWII shelter on one side.
Looking thought one of the small windows I could see Craig croutched inside
against the large central pillar.  I sneak round to the door, and duck
inside, my footsteps silenced by the thick layer of sand.  I looked round
the corner and shouted "OI, WHAT YOU DOIN' IN 'ERE", poor Craig nearly shat
himself, bumping his head on the hard concrete wall.  He started to cry from
the pain of the bump, making me feel like a mean fuck.  Getting him out of
the shelter, we sat on the side of a dune.  He had a great big hard lump o
his head.  As I gave it a rub, scruffing up his hair, I started to develop a
lump to match his.  Where his was on his head, mine was somewhat lower down.
  I kissed his head, and put my arm around him, pulling his head against my
side.  As his tears dried up, he started to get chatty, back to his normal
self.

	As we chatted he got round to talking about school:

"We went swimming the other day, and I saw Steve's Willy.  He hasn't got any
skin on the end like we have, he said that it was cut off when he was a
baby"

"Really? It's called circumcision. Some people do that, either for religious
reasons, or for health.  Do you look at the other boy's Willys a lot CJ?"

"Yeh, I love seeing other boys' Willys"

"Who's got the biggest?"

"Paul, it's really long.  Sometimes he plays with it at dinner time, telling
us to look under the table to see it hard."

"Who's got the smallest then?"

"Oh, this fat boy called Marcus, it's tiny, like just the tip, no main part,
and he's circumser... circumsi..."

"Cir-cum-cised"

"Yeah, cir-cum-cised.  No one likes him, he really fat and he smells of cats
piss all he time.  He really thick as well."

"Have you ever played with another boys Willy CJ?"

"No" he said, sounding disappointed, "But I'd really like to play with
Paul's, like I do yours Marky.  Can I touch yours now?"

How could I deny such a request from my cute boy cousin?  Unbuttoning my
flies I released my straining cock.  As it twitched my foreskin drew back
slightly.  He reached out his hand and wrapped it around my stiff shaft.
His fingers reached only two thirds around my thickness.  He slowly pulled
my foreskin fully back.  I lay back in the sand, crossing my hands behind my
head.  Craig reached inside my jeans and cupped my balls in his hand and
then scooped them out.  I felt them tighten up from his touch.  He returned
his attention to my cock, pulling it to one side, then the other, looking
closely at its veiny length.  His face was so close to my cock that he must
have been able to smell my sweaty balls.  My cock twitched and a dribble of
precum oozed from the top and ran down the side of my cock, pooling at his
fingers.  My cousin slid his hand up my cock, and as he slid back down,
there was a trail of glistening precum stretching from the head of my cock
to his hand.  As he reached the bottom of my shaft, the cum trail broke,
slicking up the side of my cock.  His face was so close to my groin that I
couldn't resist reaching with my hand and pressing it into his soft blond
hair, pressing his mouth to my dick.  His tongue flicked out, licking at the
precum.  "Suck me CJ, lick my dick" He opened his mouth and took the very
tip into his mouth, sending a thrill through me.  He opened us wide as he
could and took the whole of my cock head into his little mouth, his lips
fitting into the ridge between my pulled back foreskin and my purple,
swollen glans.  "Suck me CJ" His cheeks hollowed in as he gently sucked on
my cock.  I rubbed my hand through his hair, and then gently pressed him
down slightly, making him take an inch of my shaft into his mouth.  His
mouth was stretched around my thickness, his lips splayed out on my shaft.
With my other hand I took hold of the base of my cock with two fingers and
my thumb, and started to jerk my self off, gently sliding from the base up
the length to meet Craig's lips.  As I was nearing orgasm I lifted Craig off
my cock, leaving my cock feeling lost, and placed his hand back on my
length.  I was soon shooting spunk up over my T-shirt.  The last of my spunk
was pushed out of my cock by Craig's hand, and ran down over his fingers and
laid on top my pubes.

"Right, now I'm gonna get you" I shouted as I chased Craig over a sand dune.
  He reached the top and disappeared over the top.  I reached the top and
followed him down the other side.  As he started to run up the next dune he
tripped, rolling over.  He turned over just as I reached him.  Even before I
started to tickle him Craig was saying "No, don't, Please, don't."  As I
started to tickle him he couldn't control his laughing, and as I tickled him
more he started to say "Stop, it hurts, oh my tummy, Marky, please stop".
"Okay, one more chance.  I'll give you ten to get away."  Before he could
get up I started "One, Two..." he was up and away.  I reached ten, and
followed him.  As he reached the upward slope of a dune he fell over again,
and turned to face me, his legs spread apart.  As I reached him, I fell over
next to him and started to tickle him again.

"Oh Marky, don't, I need a wee"

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'll wet me self if you carry on."

I carried on.  He struggled to get up, but I pinned him down, continuing to
tickle him.

"Let me up, I need a wee"

"Go on then, do it."

	He didn't need much encouraging.  A look of concentration cross his face
and then a small patch of yellow piss soaked through his cream combat style
trousers.  I stopped tickling him to get a better look.  As his flow got
going the wet patch started to spread over his right thigh, and then down
the inside.  As he continued the piss saturated his trousers and began to
soak though.  As it touched the dry sand it formed little rivulets and
streamed down the slope of the dune, leaving wet streaks.  I lowered my head
to his crutch and began to suck on the wet fabric of his trousers.  His piss
was quite strong, and had a sharp smell to it.  He obviously hadn't taken a
leak for some time.  As I sucked the piss from his trousers the steady
stream slowed to a halt.  I continued to suck the pissy cotton, and as I
licked and sucked I felt his small pricklet start to stir.  I sucked through
the fabric, sucking in pissy air.  The air rushing over his wet skin must
have been cold, and he gave a shiver.

	Just then I heard a panting dog.  Looking up I noticed a great big Alsatian
at the top of the dune.  SHIT I thought, it's owner must be about somewhere.
  I pulled Craig up and we started to walk.  As we walked round the side of
the dune a middle-aged couple were walking hand in hand, talking away to
themselves.  I didn't say anything, just kept walking.  The bloke looked
over at us, looked at Craig's crutch and then at his face, back down to his
crutch.  "Hi there" I said, nodding.  "Afternoon" we carried on walking,
working our way back to the main beach.  It was lucky we were disturbed
actually.  The tide was nearly right in; if it had come in much further I
may have had problems getting along the beach to the exit.  I had the heater
on on the way home, and by the time we reached back home, Craig's trousers
were pretty much dry, at least to look at.



Please e-mail me:

			markyrickitt@hotmail.com