Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2005 22:58:38 -0500
From: Jack Nelson <quilp@alltel.net>
Subject: My Roommate Cousin Jim 3

Jim liked to go to the movies late after he had finished studying. One
night he insisted I go with him and like a puppy dog I trailed along even
though I was tired and sleepy. It was the late show and began at 10:30. Jim
drove and while on the way he reached over and put his hand on my thigh. My
cock stiffened as always when he touched me. I knew then that he was in the
mood for some "action," as he said his marine buddies called it. Suddenly I
realized I wasn't sleepy or tired. When we got to the theater he paid for
both of us and we went in. I followed him down the right aisle and he
entered about 1/3 way down and went straight over to the wall. Obviously he
wanted privacy and obviously as well he was in command. More and more over
the few weeks I had known my cousin, he had taken charge and was forceful
without being "controlling." He just had something I would call "authority"
about him that made me want to do anything that would please him.

During the movie Jim watched with intense interest while I was less
enthusiastic, but I think he knew this and reached for my hand and held it
firmly in his grip. Not a word was spoken until the movie was over and we
were in his car. He just walked silently and straight ahead. I
followed. The car had not moved a block when Jim stopped, rolled down his
window and called out to a young man he knew.  This was a guy Jim had a
class with and was walking back to his dorm. Jim told him to hop in and
we'd take him to the university. His name was Elliott and he suggested we
stop for a drink somewhere. Jim asked me if that would be OK and I said it
would be. Neither Elliott nor Jim knew any bars nearby and asked me if I
knew of one that would be open and not crowded. I did know one, a gay
bar. The decision was whether to suggest it or not as I knew neither of
them had been there. After a quick decision I told Jim where to go and we
parked in a dark lot behind the bar on the edge of the downtown area.

When we walked in there were about a dozen or so people there.all men of
course, but Jim didn't seem to notice as he and Elliott were talking. For a
change I took charge and walked over to a booth and we sat down. I had
never been inside this bar myself and was nervous, but my cousin seemed to
have developed a sixth-sense about my feelings and began talking to me. He
commented on the atmosphere which he liked. Elliott struck me as oblivious
to the all-male "cast" so we ordered beers and started drinking. After
three brews I had to pee and started for the men's room. Elliott had to
move so I could get out of the booth and decided, since he was already up,
that he would join me. I cast an anxious look at Jim who had a slight grin
on his face.

Elliott was a good-looking fellow! He was tall, blonde, fine-featured and
slightly muscular. He must have been somewhere between my age and Jim's,
about 22. We entered the men's room and to my consternation it was small
with two adjoining urinals very close to each other. I started to go into
the one booth but thought that might strike Elliott as odd, so we both
lined up and unzipped. I could not pee. I never could in those situations,
and in fact began to get a hard-on. Elliott started to pee just a little
bit and noticed that I wasn't relieving myself at all. He looked over and
asked if I got "piss-anxiety" (his term) in public johns. I said that I
always did. Elliott then looked straight at my cock, which was at full
attention, and then I looked at him. Our eyes met and he smiled and said
that it would just take some time for our muscles to relax. His cock was by
now more than half-hard; it was fairly long, thick, and cut with a large
mushroom-shaped head on it. So there we stood pretending not to look at
each other's cock. Somehow I sensed that Elliott wanted some "play," and
taking a big chance I just reached over and put my hand around his cock
which became very hard. There was no resistance. He turned towards me and
put his hands on his hips and enjoyed my touching him.

Suddenly the door opened and Jim came in. He said nothing and just stood
behind us waiting. I said I was almost through and Elliott quickly zipped
up and flushed his urinal. Jim noticed Elliott's tented pants, and as he
passed Jim just reached over and put his hand on his cock. Elliott stopped
and stood there while Jim fondled him through his pants. I turned to look
and saw what was going on and nearly pissed on myself. Jim caught me by my
right shoulder and spun me around with my cock still out and at
attention. The three of us were half-drunk and very sexed up. Jim pulled
out his cock and Elliott unzipped too, although he kept looking guardedly
at the door. Then I told them that there was nothing to worry about because
I had been told this was a gay bar.  Jim had already figured that out, but
Elliott was even more nervous than I.  Still he did not make a move to
leave.

So there we three stood with Jim holding both our cocks and Elliott
reaching for Jim's. I took hold of Elliott's thick, hard cock and decided
to go down on it. I was on my knees with the cock in my mouth when in
walked a black guy who was already pulling his dick out in his hurry to
take a piss. He stopped and started to laugh, but went on by us to the
urinal and pissed a load. He turned around with his long and thick cock
standing straight out and moved towards us. He moved close to my face and
when I took Elliott's cock out of my mouth, the black guy put his in. It
was a magnificent piece of meat and he knew exactly how to move my head
with his hands so that he could get it farther down my throat than I
thought possible. Then another black guy came in and joined the group,
going down on Jim and jacking Elliott who was now warming up to the orgy,
his first I was certain. I sucked as hard as I could and it didn't take
long for my "friend's" orgasm to begin. He started to whimper and gasp and
the more he enjoyed it the harder I sucked. He shot a load down my throat
that I swallowed before his second jet of sperm came out and coursed down
my throat. I sucked until his cock became flaccid although it was still a
mouthful. I couldn't stop sucking every bit of juice out of his cock and I
held his scrotum in my left hand until I could feel he was through. I
licked the head clean. He laughed and said that was a great blow-job, and
then he zipped up and left.

The three of us continued sucking and jacking until we all threw sperm all
over the floor. We cleaned ourselves and then left. We didn't want more to
drink so we left after paying, my treat, and drove Elliott to his dorm
without saying a word about what had happened.

When Jim and I got back home we went straight to our bedroom and started
undressing for bed. But Jim was still hot and his cock was sticking
straight out and throbbing. I stripped and went to him. He grabbed me by my
shoulders and pushed me gently to the floor and I started sucking his cock
that was hard as a rock. He began to moan and before long shot a load down
my throat. I swallowed it and then got up to go pee. We were both naked and
Jim followed me saying we should both shower off. I agreed and we got in
the shower together, turned the shower head against the wall and stood
facing each other. First we hugged and kissed, and then Jim told me to sit
down. I did as he told me and soon a stream of golden piss was falling all
over my body. I opened my mouth and Jim accommodated me with a steady
stream of beer-laden piss running down my throat. I came without having to
touch my cock. We showered together in silence, toweled off and went to
bed.


Jack Nelson
quilp@alltel.net (note change of email address)