Date: 13 Mar 2001 19:37:39 -0800
From: Dave <davmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: My Cousin John ( Young Friends b/b)

WARNING:  This story is a work of fiction that contains descriptions of incest
and explicit sexual acts between boys.  If this type of content offends you, or you
are under the age of 18, do not read it.  Please e-mail me at
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                               My Cousin John

 	John was the first grandchild in our family and the last born
in Oklahoma.  I was the second grandchild in the family and the first
one born in California.  He was the son of my Aunt and I was the son of
the oldest child of the family.

	When John was young he was a toe headed boy and I was a red-
headed Huckleberry Finn like boy.  We were like brothers.  John was the
jokester that could always make everyone laugh.  I was his shadow a
little shy.  When we started school we were in the same room for a
while.  But when bullies picked on him I beat them up.  I did not
handle teasing well, so I was always in trouble.

	My Dad worked construction jobs, so we move every year.  I was
in a different school every year until I entered high school.  So every
summer I would spent it with my grandmother or John's family.

	John was nine and I was eight when we use to go to the only
show in town for the matinee for a dime.  Then we would take cans of
pork and beans and camp out among the chaparral.  We would use old Army
blankets as our bedrolls.  We would camp out for days at a time.

	We would play at war, Buck Rogers or a western that we saw at
the matinee.  About this time we were discovering our sexuality. A
typical game would be like this, John would be Buck Rogers and I would
be Ming The Miraculous.  I would hide behind some brush and when Buck
passed by I would jump out and knock him down amongst a lot of movie
fist fighting and he would pretend to be knocked out.

	I would pretend to tie him up.  Thin I would pull his clothes
off him and wrap my hand around his uncircumcised penis.  His foreskin
was tight and never completely covered the head of his dick.  It hurt
him to pull it back past the knob.  I would masturbate him until he
would pretend to wake up.  At that point I would straddle his chest and
put my dick in his mouth and fuck his mouth.  When I would have a dry
climax I would get up to go pee behind the bushes.

	John would pretend to get loose from the imaginary ropes and
jump me and another fight would take place.  When I was subdued he
would tie me up with imaginary ropes.  Then he would undress me and
masturbate me for a while.  It would end with him fucking my mouth
until he would climax.

	We would spend the day playing games where we would get
undressed and masturbate each other again and again.  At night we would
be wild Indians cooking our food in the nude over an open fire.  We
would share our bedroll and suck each other until we fell asleep.  We
did this every summer for years.

	About the time John turn 11-years old I was to discover that
summer that when I masturbated him he had a new trick to show me.
While I was stroking his skin up and down his dick swelled up and
jerked and white stuff shot out all over his belly.  He was very proud,
and told me that it was cum or jiz as he called it.  He was telling me
that he was now a man.

	That summer we tried to make me cum.  Between him and I don't
think I went more than two hours without jerking off.  My poor little
dick got so swollen that it was bigger round than it was long and
stayed an ugly red.  It was even hard to pee.  Over the year at home I
kept trying to milk cum out of me dick.  Finally one night I was
rewarded with a feeling that was heart stopping and few drops of cum
that landed on the front of my pajamas.  It dried to a telltale stiff
stain on the front of the PJ's.  By next summer I was pumping out gobs
of cum and my dick had grown to a full man size.

	When I arrived at John's home for the summer we made arraign-
ment's for out fist campout right away.  I was so proud to show John
that I was a man now.  I let him milk me and let it surprise him by
squirting him in the face and ran down his hand.  John wiped his hand
on my belly.  Then he straddled my head and fucked my mouth until he
shot a load of cum in my mouth.  He held it there until I swallowed his
cum.  Later that day he sucked me off and drank my cum.

	That night John produced a jar of Vaseline from his backpack.
He told me had something knew to show me.  As usual we were nude as we
put the blanket on the sandy soil as we had done for years.  But this
time John rolled up the extra blanket and had me lay on my knee's face
down over the roll.  He rubbed a generous amount of that cool Vaseline
into my asshole.  It even felt good having his finger slip into the
hole.  Then John knelt behind me and put some on his dick and held me
by the hips with one hand and guided the head of his dick into the hole.

	At first I resisted it going in and it hurt.  Then he told me
to push like I was trying to shit.  As I did that it slipped into the
hole.  Just as I was about to protest John pulled back a little.  It
felt like I was passing a big one.  He held it there for a while then
pushed his entire dick deep into my bowel.  He fucked me until he came
in me.  I even ejaculated on the blanket.  John told me that was
because his dick was rubbing my prostrate gland.

	Then he changed places with me and I lubed him up good.  Then I
lubed my dick and fit it in his hole.  It went in very easily and I
fuck John until I filled his bowel.  He climaxed to on the blanket.  We
were dripping cum out our slippery assholes too.  The rest of that
summer we took turns every night sleeping on our side with our dicks in
each other's ass.


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