Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2001 23:14:14 -0500 From: Eye_El_Bees Ashford <eye_el_bees@hotmail.com> Subject: my-cousin-josh-2 My Cousin Josh Chapter 2 of ?? Chapter written: 31-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/self, setup Requested Nifty Area: 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 Changes to chapter 1: Version has been changed to .90 -- Final version will clean up inconsistances. This version should be considered a rough-draft. This is Version: Draft .90 (X) Please look for Version: 1.0 (X and 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... -------------------------- My Cousin Josh Chapter 2 of ?? Chapter written: 25-July-2001 *** replay: end of Chapter 1 ** 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. *** ... *** ... sorry, I don't know why I just told you that story. Well, maybe I do, because that was an important night in my life, even though I did not know it at the time. Those events just replayed in my head as I stand here looking in my dresser mirror. -- I look at myself, "stick-boy", and I can't help but recall that night. Puberty is a funny thing. I think it's like God's little joke he enjoys playing on kids. One minute we don't care about anything and the next minute, we are thrown on a roller coaster of emotions. My Aunt Joyce told me all about this stuff. Aunt Joyce is the one person I truly feel I can talk to about ANYTHING. She basically raised me from the time I was a baby until I was 5 because my parents were so busy with their "jobs". In fact, when I was young, I thought Aunt Joyce was my mom and that my mom and dad were just friends I would stay with on weekends. I wish I could have stayed with Aunt Joyce forever, but when I was 5, she got pregnant by the man she was seeing and they decided to get married and, well, Aunt Joyce needed time to herself -- I guess that makes sense. So I went back to live full time with my mom and dad. I guess that was really hard and I cried a lot when they took me back home and wouldn't let me go see Aunt Joyce. I don't really remember much from then, but I've heard the stories enough times. But even the stories aside, I've always felt a special bond with my Aunt Joyce. So I suppose I should finish my story. You see, when I woke up the next morning after the situation with Roger, he was gone. I mean, I woke up and I was in my bed alone. I remember I looked around the room and saw that all his clothes and his backpack were gone. He'd left before I woke up. My mind was running at 500 billion miles per hour. I just lay there staring at the ceiling trying to remember everything that had happened. I thought to myself, "oh shit, he thinks I am gay! That is why he left!" I had never given the thought of "gay" much thought or ever considered it as a description for myself. It was one of those "icky" things kids (and adults) use to label people who are different than they are. I dunno why, but, "gay" was the first thing that came to my mind. I finally got out of bed at 9:00 A.M. when my father came into my room telling me that breakfast was ready. My dad always made breakfast on Sunday mornings. I reluctantly pulled myself out of the bed and into my bathroom to shower. I must have taken a good 20 minute shower as I just stood in there and my mind raced. I was so afraid that I had scared my best friend away and I didn't know what to do. I only got out of the shower when my dad came to the door yelling that my breakfast was getting cold. I got out of the shower, dressed myself in a pair of knee length shorts and a t-shirt, then came down to the kitchen. My mom was the first to notice my entrance. She looked up from the newspaper and, in mid-sip of her coffee, moved the cup away from her lips and smiled, "Good Morning, sleepy- head!" I was very tense and mustered up a weak and faked smile. "Good morning.", I said. "Okay, Robbie.. Chef Dad is in da house..", my dad attempted to be hip, "what would you like in your omelet?" "Um, just cheese dad. You know I hate those omelets with all the veggies and crap you put in.", I responded. "And, Dad, please don't call me Robbie!", I added. My father turned to use from the stove, looking utterly ridiculous in his starched white dress shirt and tie, which were partially concealed by his apron bearing the words "World's Greatest Chef". "Oh oh oh.. please forgive, Ma'sa Rob", my dad said in his best effort at a foreign, yet unknown accent. "Ma'sa Rob be mat-chur now but no like me Gor-May foo!" I couldn't help but busting out laughing as I grabbed a slice of toast and whipped with at Dad. "Hey, stop it you two! I wish you BOTH would grow up. I thought my BABYSITTING DAYS were over with!", Mom laughed. Dad and I settled down and he finally delivered my cheese omelet to the table. I poured a glass of orange juice, grabbed a couple more slices of toast, and grabbed the sports section and started eating my breakfast, only pretending to read the newspaper. My Dad sat down next to my Mom and said, "Missus, you like me Gor-May Brak-fas??" "Paul, you make the best-est breakfasts", Mom replied as she wrapped her arms around Dad and they proceeded to lip- lock in a passionate kiss. I looked up over the newspaper and suddenly felt hurt, and I don't know why. "Um, could you two take it OUTSIDE. I'm trying to eat here!", I blurted out, in a rather cold tone. Both Mom and Dad just turned and looked at me, a look of surprise on their faces. My Dad spoke first. "Well, um.. I do have to get going.. I have an appointment in 30 minutes.", he got up and gave my Mom a quick kiss on the cheek. Then he walked around the table so he was standing behind me, leaned over and wrapped his arms around my chest and hugged me. "I wuv you Ma'sa Rob" I felt him lean over my side and I knew he was planning to kiss me too. I dropped my fork and brought my right hand up to my cheek to intercept his attempt. "Hey, Hey, HEY!", I said loudly and firmly, "Stop that shit! I'm trying to eat!" My Dad slowly let me go, and while I could not see his face, I did watch as Mom made eye contact with Dad and shrugged, giving him this, "I don't know either." look. Dad walked down the hall behind me and I heard him fumbling with his keys in the foyer. He yelled back at us, "I'll be home before four. I love you Eleanor...", he said as he opened the door, "...I love you to Rob", he added just before the door closed. Then it was silent. And then it was silent. I buried myself in the newspaper, still not reading it, just trying to make myself look occupied so I would not have to talk to my Mom. The silence seemed to go on forever, but it was actually only a couple of minutes. Then my Mom spoke. "So, Rob. Roger left awfully early this morning." I froze. My heart started to race. I lifted the paper further in front of my face. I didn't know what to say.. finally, thinking I needed to stay something, I blurted out, "Uh huh". My mom continued, "Rob... ", she began softly .. my heart stoppped. "I know Roger is a lot different than you." I started to sweat. "Different", she says. I griped the newspaper harder. "I mean,", she continued, "he's not like you in many ways and we know it's probably hard to fit into this new lifestyle." I felt the blood rush into my face and the stress build. I thought, "Fuck! she knows!" "Rob, your Father and I made a big decision when we moved out here. We know you miss your old school and friends and everything else, but we thought we were doing the right thing." My head was pounding. I could feel the tears starting to filly my eyes. "We just want you to give it a chance. Your Father and I know that we have more that probably any of your new friends here, but we think that you needed to grow up around people for whom things have no come as easy.", she said. The tears stopped immediately. This conversation had suddenly taken a turn and I was a bit confused, yet relieved. I wiped my eyes real quick and then put the newspaper down and looked at my Mom. Mom looked at me with compassion and concern, "Rob, your Father and I know it makes you uncomfortable seeing your friends have to work so much harder than you and it probably confuses you and your friends. We realized this today when Roger had to leave at 7:00 A.M. to go home and help his father with chores." I sat with a stupid look on my face, I am sure. Roger did not say anything about morning chores... in fact, he had said he didn't have to be home until noon! "So your Father and I were thinking... maybe you need to be more apart of the lifestyle of your new friends. I mean, be more involved in what is important in their lives. So, your Father and I discussed it this morning when Roger left. We are going to talk to Roger's parents and see if you can go help them after school on their farm." My eyes flew open in shock, "Mom, NO!" "Rob, you need this and think about it. You can become better friends with Roger, and probably the other kids in the community." "But Mom!!", I whined. "No But's, Rob. This is going to be a good thing, trust us.", she got up and sat in the chair next to me and then hugged me, "We are doing this for you, honey." Just then, the side door opened and Rose, our housekeeper came in. "Hello Mrs. Ashford. I am sorry I am late. My car would not start.", Rose said humbly. Mom got up and went to Rose and hugged her. "That's okay, Rose. I have to run. I am meeting a friend in the city at ten. I'll be home by three." and with that, Mom grabbed her purse off the table and dashed out the side door. The door slammed and then opened a moment later. "Love you Rob", she said looking at me and then blew me a kiss, before slamming the door shut again. I plodded upstairs back to my room and closed and locked my door. I slid to the floor and stared out the window. I was confused and pissed off. Why did my parents want get so involved in my "life" NOW? Why did Roger take off so early without telling me. I was confused and scared. I sat there on the floor for a long time trying to make sense of things, but regardless of what I thought about, my mind kept drifting back to last night. I could not shake it.. his soft spoken words, with so much feeling, kept replaying in my mind-- "I love you, Rob." "I love you, Rob." "I love you, Rob." "I love you, Rob." "I love you, Rob." and the Kiss. The innocent kiss on the cheek. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the experience was all new. "I love you, Rob." and then the kiss. Everything went dark... all I could hear and see was Roger- - "I love you, Rob." and then the kiss. Am I'm gay? No, wait, he's gay. He loves me, right?! "I love you, Rob." and then the kiss. I felt myself becoming aroused. My hand went to the crotch of my shorts.. "I love you, Rob." and then the kiss. Everything was on repeat. Even with my eyes closed, I was again back to last night. I saw him again in my mirror, stripping off his clothes. I watched his lean and muscular body present itself to me. I saw his wide and chiseled back as his shirt came over his head. I heard him. "I love you, Rob." My hands were now fully massaging my crotch, my penis stiff with lust. My breathing picked up. I saw everything. I saw all the details I missed the night before. His beautiful light brown hair, shaved on the sides. His golden tan earned from working outside on his parents farm. I vascular definition of his arms and legs. The thick slabs of muscle that ran throughout his legs and torso...... "I love you, Rob." I unfastened my shorts and pushed them and my briefs down to my knees. My cock sprung free. It was harder and hotter to touch than I had ever been. "I love you, Rob." and the kiss. He had kissed me .. so lightly, so softly.. My hand was running up and down my shaft. Even with my eyes closed, I could see myself and my hard cock pulsating with every heartbeat. I could see my small hand wrapped around my this shaft stroking up and down all 4 inches of my prick. "I love you, Rob." Ugh.. I could feel Roger next to me.. his hot breathe whispering into my ear. I felt the precum beginning to flow down my dick, and my hand began to slid more easily up and down the shaft. I was in some type of fantasy? "I love you, Rob." and then he kissed me on the cheek... I stoked faster and faster... I said out loud, "I love you, Roger!!" My entire body was consumed by lust... I was stroking myself and sweat was spilling from every pour of my body. The image in the mirror kept returning ... over and over... like a movie on repeat... Him pulling off his shirt.. his awesome sculpted body. "I love you, Rob." Faster and faster I stroked my cock. My stroking was intense with my right hand.. and my left hand started fondling my balls. I was in such heat. "I love you, Rob." My back arched and I lifted up my torso and crotch... I strained every muscle in my body. Faster and faster I stroked. "I love you, Rob." I heard myself say, in almost a whisper, "I love you too, Roger!" The face in the mirror peeled off his shirt.. but this time, it turned to face the mirror, meeting my eyes. "I love you, Rob." My vision went blank. I spewed a good half dozen times, my cum spraying my stomach. Just at the moment before I came, I heard myself silently scream, "I love you, Roger!!".. wave after wave of orgasm overpowered me. "I love you", "I love you", "I love you", "I love you" .. was all I kept saying aloud as my seed spilled. .......... I have no idea how long I lay there. When I came to my senses, I found clear gobs of my spent cum all over my torso. I had shot before and I knew that cum was supposed to be white, but mine was still clear and thin. I flicked my finger through one of the puddles and brought it to my lips. I sucked off the juice, as I had before.. savoring the salty sweet flavor and musky scent. I feel asleep on the floor almost immediately thereafter ... feeling once again perfect and never wanting the moment to end. ...................... End of Chapter 2 I know that I promised some other things in Chapter 2, but in hindsight, I decided that the early Rob/Roger relationship needed more detail at this time. Chapter 3 will be released on 03-Aug-2001. Chapter 3 will, as promised for Chapter 2, find us fast-forwarding back to the night of the thunderstorm to pick up where Rob relaxing peacefully after the storm and looking in the mirror.. 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. Comments welcome at: Eye_El_Bees@hotmail.com