Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2001 23:56:46 -0500
From: Eye_El_Bees Ashford <eye_el_bees@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Cousin Josh chapter 1

My Cousin Josh
Chapter 1 of ??
Chapter written: 23-July-2001
By: Eye El Bee

Series Contains: t/t, t/b, t/b/b, b/b, t/t/b, m/t, m/m, oral,
  anal, muscle, domination, love, fantasy

Chapter 1 Contains: t/t, setup, history, discovery, awareness (no sex)

Requested Nifty Area: Young Friends or Incest

*****
Permission is expressly granted to "Nifty Erotic Stories
Archive" for unrestricted distribution.  All other
interested parties must contact me for approval prior to
distribution or inclusion in any publication, online or otherwise.
*****

My email address is: Eye_El_Bees@hotmail.com

This is Version: 1.0 (X)

Please look for Version: 1.0 (Non-X) once this is complete.

There will be two versions of this series.  The one you are
currently reading is the X-rated version, containing sexual
acts between people.  I will craft a "less than X-rated"
version of this series as well, to contain the same plot,
but simply with all the sexual acts removed and will only
be about the coming of age of a boy, some domination by a
younger cousin, and the maturity gained through adolescence.

***** PLEASE TAKE NOTE:

This story contains descriptions of sexual acts between
boys Under the age of 18. If you do not care for stories of
this type, or is illegal where you live, please read no
further.

While there may be depictions of force or domination, you
will find that all characters are actually willing
participants and all derive pleasure, not pain, from such
events.  This story is pure and total fiction, even though
some of the characters, events, and small non-sexual events
were based on true experiences.  This story should serve as
entertainment purposes only.  The author does not recommend
or condone the activities in this story.

This story is told from the "first person" point of view
(as in, it sounds as though the author is telling of
personal experiences).  While I am the author, this story
is merely a fantasy and simply fiction -- no different from
a murder novel.  This story never really happened.

This story is written with the full protections afforded by
the First Amendment of the of United States of America: the
Right to the Freedom of Speech.

*****

And now, on with the story...

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My Cousin Josh
Chapter 1 of ??
Chapter written: 23-July-2001

I remember the night as if it were yesterday.  I remember
lying in my bed in the dark with only a thin sheet
covering me as I savored the cool fresh breeze flowing in from
the window that occurs just after a storm.  It rained like
hell that night and the lightning and thunder and jarred me awake.   *BOOM*
and  the house shook as I leaped up thinking a bomb
had gone off...  Then I heard the pounding rain, as it was
propelled by the furious wind into the wood siding of our house.
I jumped out of my bed and ran to the window and shoved the
storm window closed... however, in that mere instant of
standing in front of the window, my boxers and stomach had
gotten completely drenched.  I stood there for a
minute, just watching the rain as it sprayed across the
field and the trees as they bent to counteract the power of
the wind.  Every few seconds, another flash of brilliant
lightning followed by an unearthly clap of thunder
erupted.

I knew that there was no way I could get back to sleep
while all hell was breaking loose outside.  I flicked on my
desk lap and pulled off my boxers -- looked at them for a
second, then decided to use the parts that were still dry to
sop up the water on my stomach and legs.

I threw the wet boxers into the corner and walked over to
my dresser to get a dry pair.   As I opened the draw, I
noticed my reflection in the mirror above the dresser...
I'd looked in that mirror every day, but tonight, in the
pale shadows offered by the small desk lamp, I was a bit
intrigued.

Oh, I supposed I should tell you a few things about myself.
My name is Rob.. well, actually Robert Roland Ashford, but
I like Rob better.  I'm 14, which you might guess if you
saw me standing here in the buff putting on clean boxers.
Hehe.  Seriously though, I have a pretty good life.  My
father is an aviation engineer and my mother is a lawyer.
We live in a rural area not too far from Indianapolis,
Indiana on a farm. Yeah, that sounds strange, doesn't it?
No, we don't farm it ourselves...  my parents decided they
wanted to move out of the city, and fell in love with this
old big old farmhouse.  I'm not exactly sure why they
wanted it but they said it would be a better environment to
grow up in than in the big city (um, like Indianapolis is a
"big"? city).  So anyway, it's just me, mom and dad in this
huge old house.  I think they were a bit nuts to move into
a house with 5 bedrooms where there is just the 3 of us.
But like parents do, they always have an answer for
everything...  They took 2 of the bedrooms and made them
into home offices for themselves, and the other extra
bedroom is a guest room.  Now, I don't really care but
there is a den downstairs too which would have made a
perfectly good office, but they had an answer for that as
well.  They ripped it apart and made it into a "game" room,
complete with a pool table, video games, a dart board, 2
couches, a TV, and a wet-bar.  My parents have this thing
about entertaining guests.

But anyway, it's thier money I suppose.  It's not like they
don't share with me because they really do give me anything
I want.  I guess being an only child has benefits.  :)  I
mean, I've got the coolest computer-a 486! with 32 megs of
RAM and a 120 meg hard drive!  What?  You don't know what
that is?  Well, it's like the best computer you can get now
in 1992!  It's top of the line!

Of, you didn't know it is 1992?  Oh, yep.. it is .. It's
1992 and we have a new President...  Bill Clinton!  Dude,
he is so cool and hip.  Did you see him play his saxophone
on TV?  I'm so happy that Bush is outa here!

Hey, what's with the funny look?   You look bored... why is
that?  Oh, all this background and history is making you
feel like the story is moving too slow.  I'm sorry, I get
that way sometimes in telling a story.  It's so easy to
start rambling on and on.  Okay, I am sorry.  I will try to
stick more to the plot... but forgive me in advance if I
sway off the road every now and again...  so where were we?

Yeah, it's 1992.  I'm 14 (and 3 months).  I'm in the 9th
grade at the local high school.  That was a big change for
me because when we lived in Indianapolis, my parents sent
me to a private school and most everyone there were rich stuck-up
snobs.  Who me?  No, I never was a rich-stuck up snob.  I
really hated it there, but after 6 years, you get used to
it.  Moving out here to farm country and starting a new
school where all the kids came from farm families (say "not
rich") was a big wake up call.  I'd grown so accustomed to
life in private school that I am sure I came off as being
"stuck up" my first day of school when I walked in wearing
my designer jeans and clothes.  I got a lot of strange
looks and that very evening, I made my mom take me to KMart
to buy new clothes.  You know, cause I wanted to fit in and
all.  That helped.  I made several friends quickly over the
next few weeks and even got to visit some of them at their
homes.  Okay, never actually seeing a real "farm" other
than the one I lived on, I was a little shocked by how..
um, what's the word for it?  SIMPLE, they lived.  I mean,
compared to our farm house, my friends all seemed to live
in shacks.  Not that they were small, but that they were a
bit run down and everything inside seemed a bit old and
worn out.. the furniture, the wallpaper, the porch.
Everything seemed dilapidated.

After seeing my new friend's houses, I was scared to death
and a little embarrassed to let them come to mine.  I
didn't want them to give me the same look they did on my
first day of school.    It was whole month from the time I
started school until I let my first friend have a look
inside our house.  His name is Roger Jennings.  Roger and I
hit it off great and he introduced me to a lot of new stuff
and taught me all about life living on his farm.  I mean,
it was odd... he got up at 5am every morning to help with
chores, and went home right after school to help more,
every day.  Then his family had dinner around 8 and he did
homework until 10 before going to bed.. and started the
same routine the next day at 5!  That was hell in my book.
But fortunately, he did have time on the weekends to hang
out.  It was on a Saturday that I had made plans with him
to hang out at my place.  He arrived at around 1:00pm.  I
answered the door and let him in.  He was just staring
around in awe.  I remember his first comment: "Oh my gosh!
are you guys rich or what?" I had to calm him down and
insist that no we were not rich, and that my parents just
had well paying jobs.

I guess I should clarify, yes we were living in this big
old farm house - but, when my parents bought it, they spent
almost a year having contractors gut it and restore
everything to original condition, and then some.  They had
all the wood floors redone, they had all the intricate
moldings stripped, repaired, and stained.  They replaced
the entry foyer flooring with Italian marble tiles.  They
replaced all the windows with custom built ones which look
original.  They stripped the walls of all the layers of old
wallpaper, had then had them re=plastered and smoothed.
The spent months finding the perfect light fixtures and
chandeliers.  Then, after the interior was perfect, they
went out and bought all brand new furniture,  much of it
customer built, to look antique.  I really have no idea
what they paid, and honestly, I still don't care.  I just
didn't enjoy having to be embarrassed in front of my
friend.

Roger, however, dealt with it rather well.   Him being
kinda geeky (as I suppose I am too), we got along great.
He really enjoys my computer (his parents couldn't afford
one so he normally only can use one at school).  Yeah,
maybe he likes to hang out with me because I have a
computer and other toys that he doesn't, but that's okay.  I'm
just glad I have a close friend here.

One thing that does bother me is that I am.. well, not the
most athletic person in the world.  So I'm standing in
front of my dresser mirror and am reminded of this fact.
I'm 5'7" tall and weigh a whole 130 lbs. I've always
disliked my "stick-boy" appearance and I even talked my mom
into buying me a weight set recently.  But, for whatever
reason, I can't get motivated to work out with it regularly
because I get bored and discouraged pretty fast.  Wait, I
mean, don't get me wrong, I don't feel like I'm worthless
or anything because I am "stick-boy" -- I mean, I am pretty
smart and I get straight A's, but I've always felt like
I've gotten the short end of the stick on my build.

And it doesn't help to go to school with a bunch of farm
boys, who get exercise every day doing choirs.  Even Roger,
who is the same height as me, is almost 160lbs, and has
muscles that pop out of places I never dreamed could.  I
mean, he's not "huge", but he's just go muscles in the
right places that him look "fit".  I look like a "stick"-
stick-boy.

Roger was spending the night a couple weeks ago when he
said, "Hey, wanna arm wrestle?"  I must have looked white
as a ghost.  I'd never won an arm wrestling match with
anyone other than my 8 year old cousin Josh.  (and that's
pretty pathetic since I was 13 at the time)  I tried to get
out of it, saying, "Oh naw come on Roger, look at this
arm... " as I did a little "flex" for him... "You'd cream
me."

But he was pretty insistent, "Well, maybe.. but let's just
do it for fun.  I promise I won't laugh at you or
anything.."

I felt sort of put on the spot since he did say he wouldn't
make fun of me and so I really couldn't say no cause then
he would think I didn't believe him.  "Fine.", I said, with
a little sigh added at the end.

So we both laid down on my bedroom floor facing each other
and locked hands preparing for battle.  I already knew what
was going to happen, but I had to at least look like I was
putting up an effort.

"Okay," Roger said, "we go on 3... ready?  1..... 2....
3.....!"

I took a deep breath and held it as I put up resistance to
Rogers arm.   Neither of our arms moved from the vertical
position.  I could feel the blood flowing into my face as I
attempted to apply pressure.  My eyes met Rogers and he
smiled and said, "Wow, your stronger than I thought, dude!"
I let out a little gasp and said, "Yep" in a forced raspy
voice.

I then tried to refocus on the contest, so I look down at
our arms.  As I strained against his force, I became
fixated on comparing my forearm with his.  His forearm was
almost the same circumference of mine, maybe a little
fatter.. but the difference was in the mass.  My arms had
forearms had flab and only the slightest hint definition.
But Rogers looked "alive" with cords of defined muscle and
veins exploding in them.  I just stared and was amazed at
the power he had in his arms.  I couldn't see his bicep
because of the shirt, but I could tell it that the shirt
was draped over the contours of a lemon sized ball of
power.

This whole sad contest went on for another minute.  As I
tried and tried to overcome his strength, my entire arm
started to vibrate as my muscles attempted to endure the
strain.

Roger looked straight at me and, in a totally sincere and
compassionate tone, said, "Rob, I'm going to end this
okay?" and with that, he smoothly and slowly lowered my arm
to the floor.

I rolled over onto my back in defeat and just shut my eyes.
I heard Roger leap up and started jumping and chanting, "I
am the champion of the world!!!  I have the power!!!  I
am invicible!!!!!!!"

It was too much for me.  I sat up on the floor, with my
back to him, hugged my knees and started sobbing like a
baby.

"Oh, yeah...  Fuck Hulk Hogan, Roger the Destroyer is in Da
House!!!  woohoo!!!!!!!" I heard him continue to gloat.

The tears filled my eyes and I felt so ashamed.. so without
life... so without power.

And then I noticed Roger had stopped his victory chants and
it was silent.  I could only hear myself sob and really
didn't care where Roger had gone.

"Rob?", I heard a voice ask quietly.

I ignored it and tried to pretend it wasn't there.

"Rob?", the voice came again...   and suddenly, I felt a
pair of hands on my shoulders.  I kept sobbing.  Then the
hands started to softly massage my shoulders and I felt
Roger's breath very close to my right ear.. he spoke, "Rob,
I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to upset you." and with that his
hands moved from my shoulders to wrap around my chest, and
his face was now resting beside mine on my shoulder.

It seemed like forever, as I cried even harder as Roger
held me, but it was probably only a minute or two later
when he said, again in almost a whisper, "Come on, Rob..
let's get some sleep."

I didn't move for several seconds, and that is when Roger
got to his feet and started to lift me up by my underarms.
I didn't resist.  I walked over to my dresser and proceeded
to start taking off my clothes.  I stripped down to my
boxers, as I did every night.  I looked into my dresser
mirror and saw Roger was doing the same, which was nothing
new.  Roger had stayed over many nights and I had seen him
stripped down like this every time.  It was nothing new,
but it was still totally new.  As I watched him remove his
shirt, The contour of every muscle burnt itself into my
mind.  It was as if something snapped inside of me...
something which had been waiting dormant to spring forth
when I least expected it.  It wasn't lust then.  It wasn't
love then.  But just something inside me started to burn
that I never could have imagined.  Maybe it was from me
watching him overpower my stick-boy arm, maybe it was how
he consoled me after my defeat, I didn't understand.  All I
knew was that I wanted to be close to Roger.  I wanted him
to hold me and for time to stand still.

I watched in the mirror as he shed the last pieces of
clothing (his socks) and he climbed into bed.  I couldn't
move.  I was dazed and didn't have any idea where I was or
what was happening.  Then he spoke, "So are you just going
to stand there or are you coming to bed?"

I was on autopilot.  I had heard what he said, but I wasn't
acting consciously... I just turned to the bed and crawled
in under the covers.  It was a big queen sized bed so there
was lots of room for us.  I laid down so I was almost
falling off my edge of the bed, afraid to be any closer to
him.. afraid of what I was feeling.

He spoke again, "So are you going to shut off the lights or
what?"  I rolled over to face my nightstand and pressed the
button on the remote to turn off the lights.  It was
suddenly almost total darkness with only the moonlight
shining in.  I curled up on the bed in a fetal position
facing away from Roger, again, so close to the edge that I
was almost falling out.

Several minute past before I heard Roger speak again.  "Rob,
I'm really really really sorry.  That was mean of me to
do."  I didn't say anything.   He spoke again, "Come on
man, you are freaking me out here.   At least look at me!
Please!??"

I didn't move for a several seconds, contemplating the
consequences my next action might bring.  Then I rolled
over to face him, leaving just 2 feet between us.  I looked
at his face with tears in my eyes in the moonlight glow.

"Rob, come closer to me.  I want to tell you something."  I
stared into his eyes and I was so afraid.  I didn't move.
"Okay, then I will come over there... ", he said as he
started moving across the bed.  I just froze.   Before I
knew what was going on, Roger had put his left arm around
me and was looking down at me.  He spoke, "Rob, you're my
best friend.  I didn't mean to hurt you or make you mad. "
.. he paused and just looked into my eyes for several
seconds before continuing .. "I love you, Rob." and with
that, he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

I was in shock or something.  I didn't move as Roger laid
his head on my pillow next to mine, leaving his arm around
me.  I just stayed still, afraid to move.. afraid that if I
did anything, I would destroy this perfect feeling I had at
this moment.  I wanted time to stop.  I wanted life to
stand still and for Roger and I to stay just like this
forever.  I lay awake for a long time before sleep came,
but it was not before I put my hand on his arm that I slipped
into a dream of perfection.. I was confused.  I was afraid. But
I was complete, if only for that one night.

......................

End of Chapter 1

Chapter 2 will be released on 25-July-2001.  Chapter 2 will
find us fast-forwarding back to the night of the thunderstorm
to pick up where Rob is just relaxing peacfully after the storm..
I apologize in advance if this story moves at an odd pace.  I only
ask that you read each installment completely, and in the end,
I think you will enjoy it.

Again, my email address is: Eye_El_Bees@hotmail.com