Date: Tue, 7 Jan 2014 17:07:55 -0600
From: Kevin Turnbow <kebo_t@outlook.com>
Subject: My Cutest Cousin (bb)

My Cutest Cousin

Kebo_t@outlook.com

I've been mentioning my cousins.  I was told that cousins can mean uncle,
grand uncle, nephew, as well as a cousin.  The family was so big and I got
so confused, calling them cousins was a good thing for me.  As life went
on, I got to be particularly close to one.  His birthday was within a week
of mine and so when we had a family birthday, it was combined.  He also
lived close enough that when I got old enough, I could ride my bike over to
his house.  He also just kept getting cuter as he got older.

I was very reminded of that when the family got together and looked at old
albums.  I'm really excited about one of the cousins who is going to
digitize all the pics.  I gladly donated money for him to do that.  As I
looked at pictures of myself, I was a bit full of myself, thinking how good
looking I was.  But my cousin Matt was a level above that.

I was skinny, though I had a bubble butt.  I liked my eyes and my dimples.
Light brown hair that got close to blonde in summer with as much time as I
spent outside.  I would get a rich dark tan, which just made my butt and
everything else under my swim suit look even whiter.  Back then, I didn't
think of myself as good looking, nor did I really think about it.

Matt had full thick black hair.  His mom knew it was a big assets and she
was always combing his hair.  It tended to really never get out of place
unless he in the pool or ocean.  Eye brows were perfect and dark.  His
eyelashes were long.  So long that girls in high school were jealous of
them.  I sat next to him so many times that I got look at those lashes many
times.

His skin color was very light.  Not pale but light and it contrasted his
hair so well. And it also made his black eyes look even more deadly.

His features were sharp.  Everything, his lips, eyes, nose, cheekbones all
stood out.  His lips were dark, sometimes red, and did fit his face so
well.  Its what you would draw in art class.  And his features grew with
him.  Just getting better as he got older.  His older brother wasn't so
lucky, he just go weird looking as he got older.

I barely noticed nipples on other boys.  I would have liked to see more on
girls but...  His just stood out.  They never got very big, you could cover
them with a dime.  But they were dark.  When I got tan, the color of my
nipples got closer to my tan.  With Matt, his nipples just stood out and
were much darker.

His balls were almost as dark as his nipples. I always thought that they
didn't quite fit the rest of him.  When looking at his balls from the end
of his legs angle, there was a dark, but cute, tight pouch of balls.

His dick always outdid mine.  I didn't realize just how much until the
unauthorized pictures surfaced at the recent family gathering.  They were
held just as covertly as they were when we were little.  Some of the
cousins refused to look at them again.  I think it was their way of denying
that they ever participated in the fun.  While my dick was a little nub
until I hit puberty, his was like a miniature model of what a dick should
look like.  And like his face, the features of his dick were sharp.  The
head was perfectly shaped and the ridge stood out so much.  Matt hit
puberty and left me in the dust.  The difference just increased even more.
His dark place pubic hairs came in during a short time period that we
didn't see each other.  I was still at the point where you couldn't tell if
was hard or not.  I was amazed at watching him try to pee in the morning
with his still growing dick.

Over the years, Matt and I saw each other naked many times.  He was there
when I got of my most valuable education and likewise.  We slept over at
each other homes many times.  I even went on mini-vacations with his
family. Yet, through all those fun activities, Matt and I rarely got
playing with each other sexually.  All I can remember us doing was a
pissing contest, an actual pissing contest, to see if we could hit a tin
can on the other side of the sand dune.  It was like that until the year we
turned 14. Just after puberty had hit me.

My family was staying at their house while something was going on at ours.
My parents took over Matt's bedroom, Matt moved in with his older brother,
and I was set up in the laundry room on a cot.  A cot that smelled like the
old sail shop we saw on vacation.  The mattress looked like it had a map
colored on it, using various bodily fluids. The whole thing tipped on the
middle leg.  It wasn't as bad as sleeping next to the piles of undies and
bras, and dirty shirts and pants.

One night, I heard Matt whining and yelling at his big brother.  The
laundry room opened and I see Matt being picked up by one leg and an
armpit.  Matt was dumped on me. Something boney hit my thigh, an elbow in
my ribs, and a cheek hit my nose.  It seems that Matt's bro convinced his
girlfriend to spend the night.  He did suffer consequences the next day.

Matt and I got comfortable, as much as we could.  The only real way of
doing that, was to face each other.  We stopped talking, and stopped
moving.  We were face to face and very close.  I was breathing in his
breath.  My eyes were wide open and I could see the glint in his open eyes.
Our lips could touch.  I liked that feeling.  I stuck my lips out to make
more contact.  And Matt did the same.  The contact was so light and so
quick that it might have gone unnoticed but it was like my whole body was
feeling nothing but Matt's lips.  My tongue explored and the first thing it
touched was Matt's tongue.

We stopped the tongues but our lips started to press together.  Then Matt
whispered, "Should we kiss?"  My response was something like, "ptahhh".  My
heart was beating faster than ever.  Muscles in my back and legs were
tight. I couldn't figure out where to put my hands.  Then we leaned in.
Our mouths were wide open, lips were the only thing touching.  Well, a few
times our teeth banged together.  I think we made a pretty good seal and we
were swapping air from lungs to lungs.  I felt my heart beat increase and I
had a great need for air. I pulled my head back and gasped.  I just wanted
more.

As we continued to kiss, our lips got moving instead of being still. I
lifted my head to get my nose out of the way.  We found out that was even
better.  We stayed long in the lip-lock.  Then did a series of quick,
smacking kisses.  Then a big discovery, as my tongue went to lick my lips,
it came into contact with his lips, and then his tongue.

We laughed a little, and made some throaty sounds. It was then that Matt
put his hand on the back of my head.  The whole kissing thing got even
better. My hand fell over his back and I pulled him to me.  I felt how hot
he was.  We were wearing nothing on top and when our chests and bellies
came together, I almost melted.  Warm and soft bodies, smooth skin, and
moving with each breath, it was taking over my body and thoughts.  Matt
scooted over to me and we had to mesh legs together.  With our bodies
pressed up against each other, the kissing and breathing was intensified.
Lips, then tongues, then whole bodies were developing into the kissing
process.

I felt what I thought was his hand pressing into me.  It was hard and boney
and really kinda hurt.  All of a sudden, I realized that was his dick!  I
was feeling his dick on me, his boned up dick was touching me. And we are
kissing as his dick is on me.  I was wondering what this was called exactly
in the science of sex.  Matt rocked back and forth just a little and I felt
his dick rub on my hip.

Then I remembered that I had a dick!  And I could get my dick involved in
this!  I just had to figure out where my dick was.  It was bent over, and I
realized it was in a bind and hurting.  I was going to have to reach down
and free it.  I thought I was being sneaky as I slowly moved my hand toward
my dick.  Not so sneaky though.  Matt grabbed my hand and moved it to his
dick.  I grabbed it through his undies.  It was rock hard and long.  Matt
held onto my wrist so that I couldn't pull my hand away.  As I reached to
feel the base of his dick, he moved my hand down to his balls.  They felt
huge, it was a like a huge clothe sack of oranges.  I was gently and only
squeezed a little.  It made Matt's tongue and mouth step up a gear kissing
me.

I was really in need to free up my dick and I pulled my hand back a little
harder.  I thought Matt was going to let me feel my own dick.  However, as
soon has my hand cleared the waist band of his undies, he flipped the waist
band and slid my hand inside!  WOW!  That was hot dick and balls.  It felt
so soft, so hot, so velvety, so hard. And so naughty!  My hand was
exploring like never before.  I squeezed his dick.  I rolled his balls.  I
pulled his pubes.  I grabbed as much as I could in one hand.  I rubbed my
finger around his dick head ridge.  Matt couldn't stand that feeling as
well as kissing too.  He bent his head back and was breathing fast and
hard.

I rocked back and with my thumb, I tried to release my dick.  I lifted my
hips a little and I got a little relief as my undies twisted.  Matt felt me
lift up and he immediately moved his hand to my waistband.  He pulled and
got me to lift up again. I thought he was looking for an opening, instead,
my undies started coming down.  We wiggled and squirmed, my hand never left
his dick and balls.  I got one leg out of my undies and that was plenty.  I
left that leg up and Matt started to feel me up.  He picked up my balls and
let them drop.  He squeezed my dick and I felt more blood rush to the head.
His whole hand mashed and moved around on my junk.

Our hands were moving around as freely as they could.  I thought at times
he was trying to pull my balls loose.  Then his mouth found my nose, as it
searched for my mouth.  Just as we got back kissing our bare naked dicks
touched.  We both moaned.  We kept kissing as our dicks were involved in a
little sword fight.  I let go of his dick and I put my hand on his back and
pulled us closer.  When he pulled his hand out, our dicks were lined up and
both of us were so hard that it was like pushing rocks together.  Balls got
pressed together.  Our hips started moving and we were pretty good at
humping.

The cot moved and you could hear it scraping the floor. We thrust even
more.  We couldn't go with long thrusts, just not enough room but we humped
fast!  My foot got stuck in the cot, I didn't care. Our kisses got wet and
sloppy.  I heard Matt say something and he dug his fingers into my butt.  I
felt a shot of hot cum squirt out between us.  And another, I just let
loose and I was throwing my own ropes of cum.  It wasn't my first but the
first time it wasn't by my own hand.

Matt stopped shooting and he grabbed me and held me tight.  I had one more
shot and then as he held me still, I felt more cum ooze out.  I felt out
cum in our pubic hairs and running down our bellies.  We didn't do anything
but breath hard and try to get or hearts to slow down.  We didn't really
say any words, just laughed a little.

I fell hard asleep but in the morning, we showered together and our
relationship had been elevated.

Thanks for reading this.  This comes from memories that began when I
started writing Uncle Fuzzy, And I continued with a Spa and a Little boy.
I want to write more, I don't want to write if nobody is reading them or
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