Date: Mon, 21 Sep 2009 08:36:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chad Donovan <chadonovan@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Cousin Teaches Me - part 1

   This story is all imagination. It contains sexual activity between two
male individuals. Any comments, direct them to me at chadonovan@yahoo.com

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  I was a young teen aged kid when I went to stay with my cousin, Rob, one
summer. I was going to be there for at least a week, and I had been looking
forward to this trip. My cousin was five years older than I was, and was
already beginning to mature into a young man. He was about 5'10" and at
least 135 pounds, light brown wavy hair and blue eyes to go with it. He was
physically very well shaped, and particularly so since he lived on a farm
with his folks. I had been out there a couple of years before, but we both
had 'matured' noticeable in the time since.

  When my folks got to the farm, we all unloaded and were greeted by my
uncle and aunt, and Rob, my cousin. My folks went into the house and I
carried by small suitcase into the house with me. Rob led me upstairs and
into his bedroom where I would be sleeping. A large full size bed was on
the wall with a nice double window behind it. Rob told me to just leave my
suitcase by the bed, that we would unpack it later.

  We went back downstairs and went into the kitchen where our folks were
visiting and drinking coffee. Rob went to the refrigerator and opened it
and asked me if I would like a Coke. I told him I would, so he handed me
one and I popped the pull tab on the can. I took a drink and was very
suprised. It was very cold. I choked a llittle bit on it, but got over the
surprise. We sat down at the table, and we each took a cookie from the
plate Rob's mother had put on the table.

  Our folks continued to do their adult talk and visiting, and Rob
suggested we go outside. He had a new pony he wanted me to see, so we
headed for the barn and walked around it to the cow lot.  There was a small
colt, switching it's tail around trying to keep the flies away. It looked
up when we came around the corner of the barn, then started walking toward
the fence. It stuck it's muzzle through the fence and I patted it on the
nose. Rob filled me in on when the colt was born and what he planned to do
with it.

  As we were standing there, our folks walked up and my uncle started
introducing my family to the colt. Everyone was admiring the young horse
and commenting about his physical features, and what he might be when he
grew up.. Rob turned to me and said, "I have something to show you in the
barn. Follow me." As we started to leave my folks told me they would have
to be leaving soon to get back home before dark. My dad's car was needing a
new headlight is why they had to leave early. I told them goodbye and said,
"I'll see you in a week," and started following Rob around to the barn
door.

  Once inside, he started over to the ladder that led to the hay
loft. Grabbing the uprights, he stepped up on the first rung and started
climbing up. Once he had gotten up several steps, I followed him. As I
looked up I could see the bulge of his crotch. I wondered how big he was,
and climbed on up into the hay loft. Rob was standing next to the ladder to
be sure I didn't miss a step or fall. "Come on over here," he said, as he
walked around the bales of straw and down an aisle between the stacks. We
went to the very end of the aisle where the bales were stacked against the
outside wall of the barn.

  Rob showed me some holes in the straw and said that this was the way to
get up on top of all the bales. He grabbed hold of the wire holding the
straw in the bale and pulled himself up, putting one foot in the holes and
climbed up to the top bale. He disappeared over the top and called down for
me to come on up. I did as he had done, and was soon standing next to
him. It was like the floor of a large room, but instead of a carpet, the
straw was what we were walking on. Rob moved off toward the other side of
the bales, and when he got about halfway there, he stopped and said, "This
is my hideout." He had moved about six bales of the straw out of the stack
and the open space was a small 'room' big enough for at least three
people. Rob dropped down into the 'room' and told me to come on down. I
dropped into the space and as I did, Rob moved over to the side of the
opening and dropped down on his knees, and then rolled over and sat down
and crossed his legs. I did as he had done, and looked over at him.

  He asked me what I had been doing in school and if I was still running
around with the same friends I had when he came to visit me the previous
summer. I told him about some of the things we had been doing, and he asked
me if we still went down the the culvert. There was a street behind my
house that crossed over a low drainage ditch, and there was a concrete
culvert or huge pipe under the street for the water to flow through and not
damage the street. I told him it was still a popular place for me and my
buddies to go to. I immediately thought about what my buddies and I did in
the culvert. Many times we ended up there and had jack-off sessions. Mack,
the oldest of my buddies was a tall good looking slim guy that liked to
grab our crotch and try to get us hard so he could jack us off. Many times
we all joined in on a crotch grabbing session, trying to get each other
hard.

  Rob straightened out his legs and leaned back against one of the straw
bales. As he did so, his hand dropped down onto his crotch and he gently
massaged his cock and balls with his hand. My mind began to race with what
I imagined would happen and my cock and balls tingled with excitement, and
I could feel my cock getting hard. "Have you and your buddies been wanking
like we did when I was there last summer?" he asked. I admitted that we had
been getting together like we did that summer and still played around with
each other. "Do you jack off when you are alone?" he asked. I blushed a bit
and admitted that I did jack off when alone, but "...not too often," I
explained, hoping that he would not think I did it all the time.

  "Have you every sucked each other off?" he asked. I stopped for a second
and told him that we usually just jack off, and once in awhile we will jack
each other off. I admitted to him that I had never sucked another guy, and
that none of my buddies had either. The discussion was getting me very
aroused and my cock was getting harder with each heart beat. I looked down
at his crotch and could see that he was hard too, and that his cock was
straight up against his belly. It was very obvious when he moved his hand
away, but then put it back on top of his cock and began massaging it from
the base to the tip and back. My cock was so hard that it was beginning to
hurt being held in place by my briefs, so I leaned over and moved it from
down between my legs to where it was nestled in the crease of my leg and
lower abdomen.

  Rob looked at my crotch and kept rubbing his crotch and cock. "How about
you taking your cock out so I can see it," he suggested. I hesitated and
began to feel a little uneasy. After all it had been a year since we were
together and we didn't do this last summer. "Don't you pull your cock out
to jack off when you and your buddies are together?" I admitted that I did
and that we did. Rob kept massaging his crotch and looking from my face
down to my crotch. He leaned forward, got up on his knees and 'walked' over
beside me and sat down with his back against the same bale where my back
was resting. I was beginning to feel uneasy with him so close to me, but I
wanted to see his cock and balls and watch him jack off like we did last
summer.

  Leaning over, Rob started to undo my belt and I put my hand on his hand
and said, "I don't think I want to do that right now." He stopped and
pulled his hand back. "OK," he said. "Let's just tlak, then." I didn't say
anything for a few seconds, and he asked me, "Don't you and your buddies
jack each other off each time you get together?" "Not every time, but
sometimes we do," I answered. Rob moved his hand to his belt and unfastened
it, moved it off to each side of his belly and started to unbutton his
pants. "What are you going to do?" I asked. My heart was pounding so loud I
thought surely he would hear it. "I'm going to jack off," he answered. In
an instant I said, "Do you want me to jack you off?" I honestly was wanting
to get in his pants and play with his cock. I hadn't seen it since last
summer and I visualized the smooth skin, with a cut head, and how straight
it was when hard. Rob stopped unbuttoning his pants, took a deep breath,
and was silent for a while. "Well, don't you want to?" I hesitated a little
bit and said, "Well, yes, but is it alright?" "If you want to jack me, it
is great," he responded. "What I mean is, is it alright for us to do it
here, in the hay loft. Aren't you afraid your folks might catch us?" "Don't
worry about that. We will heard anyone that comes in the door down below."
Rob looked down at my crotch again, then looked up into my eyes and just
kept quiet for awhile.

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