Date: Thu, 28 May 1998 10:37:33 PDT
From: Clint Clarence <olloh@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Cousin Jesse

This is a fully fictional story. If boy/boy sex offends you in any way, 
please leave now. All the characters in the story are products of my 
imagination. If you have read the first part of my story, you know the 
characters already. If you haven't, then I suggest you could do so 
before reading this. Enjoy it!


My Cousin Jesse

I am an only child. God knows I've always wanted a brother, preferably a
younger brother. I often look with envy at boys who hang around with their
younger brothers, holding hands, patting their hair, wiping their noses,
wrestling playfully with them without having to fear gossip or
condemnation. You know, ever since I was ten I've enjoyed the company of
younger boys, but it's never so easy unless you want to be teased by your
classmates and possibly even your own parents. So by the time my uncle Ray
moved into the neighbourhood with his son Jesse, I had become a rather
lonely fourteen-year-old, playing my own solitary games, wandering around
on my own, jerking off on my own (I had become almost obsessed with
masturbation ever since I discovered the wonderful pastime when I was
twelve). But it all was going to change.

My cousin Jesse was two years younger than me, but when you looked at him
it was hard to believe he was more than ten. He had red hair and a cute
freckled face which always had a wide grin on it. He was a skinny kid,
about half my weight I guess. From the first day he looked up to me with
sincere admiration and I in my turn felt a strong affection towards him. It
was as if my prayers had been answered and a brother had been finally given
to me. It was a happy time, perhaps the happiest in my life, when I look
back at it now.
 	It was a hot summer. The school was out and Jesse and I played
together all the endless sunny days. Uncle Ray was having the house
renovated in order to add two more bedrooms and a snooker hall in the
basement, so Jesse was going to stay at our place until the reconstruction
was completed. We were to share a large bedroom in the attic, and
consequently we spent not only our days but also our nights together. It
sure was fun.
 	But even though being with Jesse was the top thing in the whole
world for me, there was still a small problem. I didn't have the
much-needed privacy for my jerk-off sessions any more, unless I was going
to do it in the bathroom in a hurry. Well, you can get off quickly fucking
your hand over the toilet bowl, but I really missed doing it when walking
in the woods, or standing at the open window of my attic bedroom at night,
watching white jets of cum spurting out into the rain. I missed the thrill
of it all. For several weeks it never once occurred to me to introduce my
cousin to these secret pleasures. When it finally happened, it was more by
an accident than my conscious intention.
 	It was early one Saturday morning. I had just woken up and felt
tension in my bladder, so I rushed out of the bedroom and into the upstairs
bathroom. I was in such a hurry with getting my piss-proud prick out of my
shorts and starting peeing that I forgot to lock the door. When I finished
peeing, I didn't immediately leave the bathroom but started fondling my
genitals. It felt good for I hadn't got off for several days. So in no time
at all I was completely hard, and I kept stroking.
 	"What are ye doin?"
	The familiar voice of my pet cousin struck me like a thunder. Shit!
I had never been caught beating my monkey before. I blushed like hell. I
didn't know what to say or do. He gazed at my rigid six-incher, obviously
impressed by the sight.
	"Don't you know how to knock?" was the first thing that came to my
mind. A most silly thing to say. You don't knock on a bathroom door unless
you know there's someone in there. He didn't even bother to answer.
	"Why are ye pulling your dick?" He paused before the word 'dick'
which sounded sexy as hell coming from his moist little lips.
	"I was peeing, I wasn't pullin' anything, you little brat."
	"Were too," he said, with the usual grin on his cute little
brat-face, "And I caught ye."
	"Big deal," I said, trying to sound as if I really didn't care.
	"I can tell your Dad you were playing with your pecker."
	The kid had quite a vocabulary. I had probably nderestimated his
knowledge in this department.
	"It's my body, I can do with it what I want," I said. It dawned on
me only at that moment what an opportunity this was. For a second, I felt
like fainting. My heart was pounding so loud Jess must have heard it. Shit!
I was going to do it. I knew now what to say. I smiled back at my cousin.
	"Haven't you ever played with your ... er... pecker?"
	"Nope," he said with a wicked smile. You are lying, you little
bastard, I thought.
	"I thought you were a man," I said. "But it seems you only use it
to piss through. Too bad."
	He looked puzzled. Then he asked the question I know was coming.
	"What else can you use it for?"
	"Gee - good many things... Oh, come in here." I closed the door of
the bathroom and lowered my voice. Only half a minute had passed from the
moment he had walked in on me, and my dick was still semi-hard.
	I was whispering now. I tried to seem as about to reveal a major
secret to him. He was getting a little excited about this, I could see. It
was hard to tell about how excited exactly, as he was wearing baggy pajama
bottoms which didn't reveal much of his condition.
	"You promise not to tell anyone, if I show you something?"
	He nodded eagerly.
	"OK, but first take off your clothes."
	He was a little hesitant about it, and I was pretty sure now he had
a hard-on, for he hadn't been shy about his body when we were changing into
our swimming trunks by the pool.
	"C'mon,"I hurried him. "I'm sure your tool needs some fresh
air. Let me help you."
	Before he managed to react in any way, I had pulled his pajamas
down to his ankles to reveal the cutest pink three-inch hard-on. God it was
gorgeous. It was almost hairless, and what little there was was the colour
of the hair on his head and hard to see. I died to get this marvellous
piece of boymeat in my hand - or better still, in my mouth - but I didn't
want to push him too much.
	"Ok, just do what I'm doing. Put your hand on your dick like that."
	I grabbed by dick into my sweatting fist. But I hadn't thought of
the size of Jesse's equipment - there was no room for pumping as he was
holding his virgin tool in his hand. The head of his dick barely reached
out from his fist. I had to think of a better technique.
	"Or, let's try this, I think it works better for you," I said, and
repositioned my hand, holding my dick like a pencil now. He didn't get the
idea at first, so I had to guide his hand with mine. For a moment, my
fingertips touched his shaft, and another electric shock shook my body.
	"Now - just pump. Like I do."
	I started to masturbate. Slowly, gradually picking up the pace. I
was getting into the feeling, but I didn't want it to end quite so soon, so
I slowed down a little bit.
	Jesse also slowed down, and so I asked him to keep going. Gosh, I
had never seen such a sexy sight before. Not to explode then and there, I
had to get my hands off my dick altogether. And even so it took some effort
to keep from cumming.
	Jess kept stroking for another couple of minutes without much
effect. Then he stopped.
	"I guess I don't get the idea," he said, a bit disappointed.
	"Let me help you, it is a little difficult at first."
	"I'm not sure I want to."
	"You do. Trust me."
	I got down on my knees before him, and took his tiny dick in my
hand. I started to stroke very gently, putting in it all my experience and
excitement. With the other hand, I stroked his cute little buns,
occasionally reaching between his butt-cheeks. He let all it happen with a
look of amazement on his freckled face, and in a minute or so I could see
that he was starting to enjoy the caressing I was giving his body. Now his
hips were moving rhythmically trying to match my strokes.
	Then I did something that made him gasp with astonishment. I
grabbed his buns into my both hands and replaced my fist on his dick with
my hungry mouth. I guess I did it instinctively, for up to that day I had
never seen a boy sucking another boy, let alone done it. But my instincts
didn't let me down. The tiny boydick in my mouth tasted sweeter than
anything I had tasted before. I started to suck him in earnest, and with
the help of my guiding hands cupping his buns, he fucked my face.
	I could feel the tension build up in his body. Tiny drops of sweat
had appeared on his tummy which was moving back and forth before my
eyes. His butt tightened.
	Suddenly, he pulled out.
	"I guess I'm gonna have to pee," he said, panting heavily.
	I pulled him back close to me.
	"It feels like you gotta pee, but it isn't pee. Trust me," I
said. "Relax, and enjoy what you're feeling." With that, I sucked his tool
in my mouth once again.
	The fucking went on, more furiously than before. The kid was
approaching his first orgasm. I didn't expect him to be able to cum, but he
proved me wrong once again. The first jet of sperm hit the back of my mouth
with surprising force. I felt the second one coming, and pulled him out of
my mouth, for I didn't want the kid to miss the sight of his first cum. The
sticky white liquid spurted all over my nose and cheeks. The second spurt
was followed by a third, subsiding one. Shit, I thought, I could cum just
once the first time I masturbated. This kid holds a lot of promise.
	Jesse was still breathing heavily. In his right hand he held his
now semi-hard boydick which was glistening with my saliva, with the left
hand he reached out and swept across my cheek. Then he lifted some of the
cream to his lips and tasted it with the tip of his tongue. There was a
look of disbelief on his face. I could hardly believe myself that this had
happened.
	
	There was a knock on the door.
	"Steve, are you in there?" It was my mother. I tried to breathe
normally.
	"Yes, I'm coming in a sec." It sounded like `cumming' which I was
about to do, too. With a gigantic effort I could control myself.
	I could hear my mother's steps going down the stairs.
	"Quick, get outa here," I whispered to Jesse.
	He smiled his famous smile again.
	"I'll pay you back tonight!"


	My Cousin Jesse 2

	The night following the day I had introduced my little cousin Jesse to 
the pleasures of sex was one of the most memorable in my whole life.
	As you remember, he had promised to give me a reward for the pleasures 
I had given him, and therefore I couldn't wait for the night to arrive. 
I walked around all day with a boner in my pants, and I guess everyone 
noticed it, including my mother, who said nothing, though. After all, I 
was fourteen and I did have a hard-on most of the time, even when I had 
masturbated twice that day already.
	But that day it was even harder than usual, and it didn't subside for a 
minute even as I was taking a pee, and peeing with a raging hardon was a 
new experience that almost made me cum. I just couldn't get the feeling 
of Jesse's virgin dick in my mouth off my mind. And thinking of what was 
to cum after bedtime... I wasn't able to concentrate on anything that 
day. At times I felt as if I was a big dick all over, and the rest of my 
body's just a unimportant appendix accidentally attached to that 
dickness. Needless to say, it was one of the longest days in my life. 
But just when I thought the night would never come, it was bedtime.
	It was usual for Jesse and me to fool around in our pyjamas long after 
lights out. We wrestled around and played catch-me-if-you-can or threw 
our pillows at each other, or do similar sort of things, and although 
being with Jesse had always excited me in a way, it had been quite 
different from the sexual excitement I felt that night. And from the way 
Jesse's pyjama bottoms were tented out I knew he was feeling the same 
way.
	Yet there was a strange feeling of embarrassment about it. I still 
didn't quite believe what had happened that morning. We looked at each 
other with silly grins on our faces, and I knew that I had to take the 
lead if I wanted it to happen again.
      "OK," I said, "I guess you were to pay me back for ... what I did 
to you?"
	He just nodded, and his left hand sledded into his pyjamas. Through the 
fabric I could see it gently rubbing his tiny boy dick.
	"You mustn't tell to anyone about what we are doing, remember?" I was 
pretty sure he remembered, but I thought I had to say something to 
relieve the tension. In the morning it all had happened so quickly and 
kind of accidentally so there had been no time to feel any 
embarrassment, but now I thought the kid needed some time to relax.
	"I'm not stupid," said Jesse, "What do I have to do?" 
	"Well, it depends..."
	"On what?"
	He was grinning again, so I thought it was time to get going.
	"On what you want to do. There are different ways men can play with 
other men."
	I was trying to sound as if I knew all about male sex, although my real 
knowledge originated from my own masturbation sessions and a couple of 
porn magazines I had found in the glove compartment of my Dad's car. I 
sure was surprised when I found Daddy was hiding gay mags in his car.
	"I want to do all of it, I guess," Jesse said eagerly, obviously 
flattered by my calling him a man. "So what I got to do first? Suck your 
weenie as you did me?"
	"Well why not. It's a start."
	"Then you'll have to take away your pyjamas."
	"Sure," I said, "But I guess it's better if you are naked too."
	Although he had walked in on me in the morning with my dick completely 
hard, I was a bit scared when I had to bare it again. But he had no such 
concerns apparently, for in no time he had torn off everything he had 
been wearing, and was standing in front of me buck naked, his little 
tool pointing up towards the sky. My heart almost stopped beating as I 
was watching this statue of pure beauty.
	"Well you should take off your pyjamas now," Jesse demanded, suddenly 
reaching out his hand and grabbing my hard dick through the fabric of my 
pants.
	I gasped.
	"Why don't you take off my clothes," I said. Bingo! It really was a 
great idea. From the smile on his face I gathered he liked the idea as 
much as I did. He wanted to pull off my pants, but I told me top first, 
so he started by feeling my nipples through the cotton, and although I 
had never thought of my chest as anything sexual, my nipples got hard at 
his touch. He pulled my pyjama top over my head, threw it on the chair 
by my bedside, and reached out his hand again to touch my nipples. 
Shit!!! I felt hot and ready.
	Next came my pyjama bottoms. I was standing before him, and he took his 
time pulling them all the way down, as he leaned forward to get them 
over my knees, his hair touched my rock hard dick, and I had to gather 
all my powers of concentration in order not to spill my cum in all over 
his head. Somehow I managed.
	I stepped out of my pants. We were naked now, both of us. I was almost 
shuddering in the anticipation. He fell on his knees, and grabbed my 
dick again, with both hands. He stroked it very slowly.
	"Oh, Jess, please..." I whispered as if in pain. He stopped, obviously 
surprised.
	"Do you want me to quit?"
	"No, of course not," I said, "It's just that I want it to last a little 
longer. Let's swap places so I could have some rest.
	In no time I was down on my knees before him, and his cute boydick was 
between my lips. I licked it some, tickling the pink little mushroom of 
his dickhead. Then I let go and told him to turn around. Obviously 
curious of what pleasures were to come next, he obeyed.
	"Spread your legs," I said to him, "And bend forward a little." He did 
as I had told him to do. I grabbed his butt cheeks with my both hands, 
and spread them apart. Just inches from my face was the cutest little 
pink ring of a boyhole you could ever dream of.
	I had never even in my dreams thought of licking someone's asshole, but 
in moments like these I usually relied on my instincts, and they didn't 
let me down this time either. With a deep moan I buried my face deep 
between his ass cheeks. I touched his most private and sensitive place 
with the tip of my nose, and my tongue tickled right beneath his 
hairless ball sack. He was breathing heavily, and, obviously losing 
control, let go a good long fart right into my face.
	"Sorry," he gasped. But I didn't mind, actually. I too a good deep 
breath of his boy fart, and it smelled the top thing I had ever felt in 
my nose. I had always enjoyed the way my own fart smelled, especially in 
bath when it came up in a nice long series of bubbles, but Jesse's 
smelled different and ten times better, I thought.
	As I started to tongue his butthole, he wiggled his little butt. His 
butt cheeks were rubbing my face. I thrust my tongue as deep into him as 
I could. His spincter opened up, letting me in. The feeling was as new 
for me as it was for him. With the tip of my tongue I felt something I 
thought was a turd of shit, but I was too excited to feel any taste. As 
Jesse was feeling my slippery tongue pushing into the hole where nothing 
had entered before, he broke into uncontrollable giggling fit, so I had 
to quieten him, for I was afraid we might be heard, and if there was 
anything I didn't want to happen, it was my mother walking in on us.
	"OK," I said, "I guess you can go on now with sucking my dick."
	He was obviously a bit disappointed that I didn't want to carry on with 
rimming his virgin hole, but again, he obeyed me. In another ten 
seconds, my rock-hard cock was between his lips searching the way down 
his throat.
	Playing in his asshole with my tongue hadn't cooled me off much, but 
still I could hold it for a moment. Holding his head in place with my 
hands, I tried to get my dick as deep into his mouth as I could. It went 
in to surprising depths. His lips almost touched my pubic hair when I 
felt him gagging and pulled out again. I told him to suck it with his 
cheeks to create vacuum, and it didn't take him more than a minute to 
get the idea. Then he was blowing me as if he were a vacuum cleaner. I 
felt the feeling building up in my crotch. I thrust my hips with force, 
and looked at my spit-covered dick pulling half-way out of his cute 
little mouth to go in again in a fraction of a second. Then the first 
spurt of cum came up from my balls searching for the way out. Suddenly 
it was deep in his throat, making him gag once again. Then came the 
second jet of hot cum, and the third, I lost the count at four or five, 
but I guess I didn't stop before ten, and his mouth was filled with hot 
cum, some of it dripping out of the corners.
	"Don't spit it out, don't..." I panted between my breath. I pulled my 
dick out, and got down on the floor with him. He was obviously full of 
my sperm, and struggling to keep it in his mouth. I pulled the 
cum-filled kid to me, and pressed my lips on his, sucking my cum from 
his mouth. I frenched him long and deep, sharing my semen with him, 
playing with his tongue, searching all the hidden cavities of his mouth. 
	When we had swallowed the last of my plentiful load, we were able to 
speak again.
	"Tomorrow," I panted, "I'll go on exploring your butt. Who knows, when 
I'm through with it, you may found something bigger than my tongue going 
in there."

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