Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2000 03:20:57 -0800 (PST)
From: UKSW <ukstories@yahoo.com>
Subject: 'Sunday Cousins'

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If you're not an adult, not gay or not interested: don't read this.

Not exactly just a fantasy. Not exactly reality either. But take a look,
see what you think. Then write and tell me!


Sunday Cousins

It had been two weeks since my cousin, Chris, had moved down to London from
our home in Manchester. At 21 he was older than me by exactly two years,
and having grown up together side by side, we felt like we knew each other
pretty well. We'd played around together intimately since I was about seven
and he was nine, nothing too exciting, "I'll show you mine" type stuff. It
stopped by the time he reached eleven. That was until one afternoon in the
summer holiday's a couple of years later. 1992 to be precise. He was
fourteen and I was twelve. That's when it started up again.

Bored, he suggested a game of cards. Jokingly, I suggested strip poker. He
agreed and nearly took my breath away. That afternoon was the first time I
saw him out of his clothes since he'd hit puberty. I can still remember the
tension in the room, across a small table jammed up against the door, when
he lost the last hand, and his boxer shorts. In my minds eye I can still
see those blue and white pin-stripped boxers as he pulled them down. I can
remember the feeling of the air rushing out of my lungs, my eyes fixed only
on what Chris was doing. His was the first erect hairy dick I'd ever
seen. It looked enormous and scared the shit out of me. But from that
afternoon onwards, up until a couple of years ago, me and my cousin have
always had, shall we say a little more than a purely plutonic relationship.

Maybe I'll tell you about that summer afternoon in 92' one day. Maybe one
day I'll sit down and tell you all the details of everything we got up to
over the next five years or so. But for now, let me tell you about this
afternoon.

Like I said at the start, two weeks ago Chris moved to London where he'd
got himself a job working in the civil service. And although we hadn't been
together for months before then, I felt like my opportunity for the
greatest sexual releases I have ever known was slipping away from me. In
many ways it was. Almost, but not quite. He came back home this
weekend. Just for a couple of nights. A return to his family, to familiar
surroundings. A chance to unleash some pent up energy with me.

I didn't get to see him until the Sunday afternoon this weekend. Literally
hours before he would be on the train and back down to London. Gone
again. Out of my reach for who knows how long this time. But at last he was
here. All of my family went to the front door to meet him when he and his
family turned up. We'd always been very close, all of us. Although only he
and I know just how close we were! In that moment on the door step, my eyes
took in the sight of him once again, reliving all the memories of nearly
ten years in an instant. I don't suppose that Chris is the ideal man to
everyone. But to me, he's perfect. It's not that he's ugly, far from it, he
just isn't your typical film star type of guy. Sure, he looks good when
he's dressed, but it's when he's in the room with you, out of those
clothes, that's perfection.

His hair is black, short and spiked up on top. Eyes the sharpest shade of
light brown, his nose is rounded, lips wide and inviting and his whole face
has traces of fine black stubble. His neck is thick and gives way to a
broad set of shoulders. He's a really keen soccer player and it shows. His
arms are full and muscular, his pits are deep and nicely covered with black
public hair. Chris' chest is broad and firm, a thick line of black hairs
separates his pecs, while the rest of his chest is covered in the lightest
dusting of hair. While his body is mostly white - he hasn't been on holiday
this year - his pecs are each capped with one of the things I've always
found intensely fascinating about my cousin. He has the most perfect
nipples! Deep fleshy toned domes jutting out away from his body a
little. I've always loved the feeling of them under my fingers, with my
tongue. I could spend hours at a time just playing with them. The black
hair continues downwards, covering his stomach and around his navel. Really
quite thick black hair, thick enough to let your run your finger tips
through it, yet so soft at the same time. All this black hair just
continues straight down and explodes in a mass of curly black pubes,
covering his crotch, the base of his dick and his weighty balls.

And what a dick. It's everything a lad's cock should be. It's thick, both
when he's soft and when he's hard. It's pretty heavy when soft. The hairs
travel up the shaft about a quarter of the way. When he hasn't got a
hardon, it's about four and a half inches, and grows to about eight inches
solid. Not to small, but not too big either. His foreskin excites me pretty
much the same way. It's fairly tight over the head of his dick both when
he's soft and when he's hard. If he's taking a piss, or just having a quick
wank or something, the foreskin shows just the tip of the head of his cock,
just enough to uncover his piss slit. But when we're really going for it,
when he's really aroused, when he's got the hardest erection possible, when
the precum is really flowing, he can take a finger and thumb, pull his
foreskin all the way back to reveal an amazingly hard, throbbing bright
read cock head. Shiny and ultra sensitive. Underneath his dick, Chris has a
great set of heavy balls. Their size matches his dick perfectly. They don't
hang down too far, just enough to cushion his thick prick. Big and meaty,
his sac is covered with a layer of fine soft black hairs, just like those
running a little way up his shaft.

Under his balls, the black hair really starts again, not that it ever
really stopped! It runs in thick curls all the way in between his legs,
around to his ass. Yeah, what a sight that is. Believe me when I say that
his ass is the most fuckable ass I've ever seen. So turn him around then
and take a look. Rounded and full in the way that only a boy whose spent
years running up and down on a soccer pitch for fun can manage. His cheeks
are thick and meaty, a gently spraying of soft, almost unnoticeable dark
hairs, definitely not as obvious as what he has on the front, covers
them. The fun only really starts though when you spread those cheeks. I was
the first guy to do that. In fact, I'm the only guy to have done that. It's
usually warm and damp back there by the time I get to play. The black hair
that followed between his legs runs right the way up his crack, covering it
thickly in short black curls. Even just thinking about running a finger up
there, tracing the line of those hairs sends jolts of electricity running
through me.  The small puckered circle just beneath the centre, that's my
favourite bit. That's the first hole my dick ever entered. Chris never
keeps himself thoroughly cleaned out - maybe that's just kinky and adds to
the excitement for me. No one said that man/man sex was clean! That circle
though, the outline is dark, and yet peeking through is that soft pink
skin, invitingly close. Eventually though, his ass gives way into a set of
really thick and firm footballers legs.  Muscles hard, and up for a
challenge. Like the rest of him, really hairy. My kind of guy really.

So that's Chris then. That's what he looks like at his best. Naked, in a
warm bedroom on a sunny summer afternoon while the rest of the family are
in the garden or at the pub. That's what he'll always look like to me when
I close my eyes and think of him. But this afternoon, standing on the door
step, he looked like the Chris that everyone else knows. Covered by a soft
blue shirt and a pair of faded black jeans.

They all came inside the house and straight into the lounge room. And
that's where we stayed, talking about this and that, about what he'd done
in London. Talking and talking, and all the time I'm sitting on the floor
looking over at him, wanting him. Eventually, thankfully, the conversation
moved away from his new job in London and everyone started talking amongst
themselves. And that's when the game started. He said that he wanted to go
and a have a go on the computer in my room. He goes upstairs and I
wait. Only a couple of minutes. Acting like I'm getting bored with the
conversation, I follow him up the stairs.

You have to understand that we've never just come out with it and asked the
other one for sex. It doesn't work like that. I'm gay and Chris knows
it. The only one who knows it actually.  But he still maintains the act
that he's 100% straight. To tell the truth, he's bisexual rather than
gay. Still, it's just not the way we work. It's all got to start with a
gentle touch, I might be turned around with my back to him trying to get
something to work on the computer, and he'll run a finger across my ass,
it'll feel like a thousand volts of electricity racing through me - it's a
sign, the way we've always played the game. Other times it might be a
noise, a soft quiet noise, under the breath. A suggestion that either he or
I needs something, a touch, a feel.

We sit in my bedroom, his eyes staring at the screen in front of him,
driving the racing car on the screen around and around for another
lap. Just talking about nothing. His work. My college
courses. Football. Just this and that. I can feel the tension building up
between us as the fading sunlight filters through the thin curtains,
already drawn across the window to stop the reflection on the computer
screen. This is my least favourite time. Spend too long not making the
first move and time might run out - it's happened before.

After a while Chris pauses the game and gets up and walks out of the
room. I can hear him going across to the bathroom. My heart starts to
pound. This has happened before. It's always safer in the bathroom, a lock
on the door and everything. It's usually a sign of good things to come. I
wait, almost frozen to the spot for only about half a minute before I get
up and walk out of the room also. Starting the hunt, revelling in the
thrill of the chase. It's just a game, but when me and Chris play it right,
sparks really do start to fly!

I go straight into the back bedroom of the house. Not looking at the door
of the bathroom even though it's right in front of me. I go and stand by
the window for a moment. Thinking to myself.  Planning my next
move. Working out what I would do if the roles had been reversed. No more
time to waste then. It either happens now, or it's probably not going to
happen tonight. It's not an opportunity I intend to waste.

Walking out of the bedroom slowly, I glance across to the bathroom
door. Perfect. Just as I had imagined, not fully closed, just open
slightly, Chris standing facing the toilet. And that was all the
information I needed. As it always does when I go in for the kill, my mouth
goes dry and my heart beats faster than I ever imagined possible. I push
open the door and walk into the bathroom. Chris doesn't move. Closing the
door and turning the key to lock it, I walk up behind him and place a hand
on his firm ass while I look just over his shoulder. His eyes are closed as
he stands in front of the toilet, fly open, meaty dick in his hand. Not
pissing. He doesn't need a piss. He needs something a lot more enjoyable
than that. I'm just the boy to give it to him.

I reach my arm against his, working my hand, slowly and seductively towards
the front of him.  Downwards across his thick hairy arms to the other party
of him that's thick and hairy in his hand at the moment. I can smell his
scent as the game continues, heavy and musky, sex lines the air. Closer
now, my hand is on top of his. Just a little bit further, down to his
fingers.  And, got it. I'm touching my prize, his dick, swelling just
slightly, hanging long and heavy.  Chris let's go, wrapping his hands
behind him, grabbing onto my ass, pulling me tighter. Now it's time to
play.

Stroking his dick back and forth a couple of times soon has the desired
effect. I watch over his shoulder as his organ begins to rise up. Rising
thicker and thicker out of his mass of black curls, it just seems to keep
getting wider, redder, moister. Chris really pulling my ass forward now, he
must like the feeling of my growing hardon pressing against his ass
crack. I start to really work at his cock now. Pumping it harder and harder
as I can feel it getting still stiffer in my hand. His foreskin is
loosening up again now, with his precum starting to ooze out of his piss
slit, it's really slicking up that shaft of his, I grab as much as I can
with each stroke. More and more of his throbbing red cock head it revealed
by each stroke.

Chris moves his hands from off me for a moment as I watch him reach up and
pull his shirt off. I manage to get a quick glance at his hairy chest as
more of his scent blows up into my face from his armpits. His nipples are
all ready hard and erect, standing out against his chest.  He's really
getting into it now while he undresses himself, I don't take my hand off
his cock though. I just watch him strip. He unbuttons the single button
still holding his jeans up and then drop to the floor around his
ankles. For the first time I can see what underwear he's chosen for
today. A plain pair of grey boxers. Nothing special. Just the way I like
him. I slow down my workout on his prick and ease his eight inch member
back through the vent in the front of his shorts. I take my hands off him
for a moment, leaving him to get out of the rest of his clothes while I
move quickly to get mine off.

I'm no where near as hairy as my cousin. But I prefer it that way. Lean,
smooth and tanned.  That's me. All the hours doing laps on the swim team
has helped. I quickly pull my T-shirt up and over my head, it messes up my
short blond hair on the way, but that's just not important at the
moment. The cool air of the bathroom hits my chest, but I'll soon be warm
enough. My hands race down to my jeans as I unbuckle my belt, unbutton the
button and unzip the zip.  Fuck! Why the hell did I decide to wear
something so complicated today!? I kick my jeans off and pull my socks off
on the way and fling them to the other side of the room to join Chris'
stuff. My dick is rock hard in my plain white shorts now. I prefer white,
contrasts nicely with my tanned skin. But the white cotton is soaking
wet. My cock is leaking more and more precum making them almost
transparent. Doesn't matter. I just pull them off and throw them with the
rest of my stuff.

By the time I turn round, Chris is facing me. All his clothes off and that
dick of his now at full mast and leaking seriously. He comes over to me and
takes my cock in his hand, I return the favour and we start a mutual
wanking session. This is has to be leading to more than a quick wank in the
bathroom though surely?

And of course it was. I stopped wanking Chris and pushed down on his
shoulders. Yes. Now I knew where my cock was meant to be going this
afternoon. And I was looking forward to every single inch of it. With that
he sank to the floor and I joined him. The bathroom was a little cramped
but perfect to get the steamy heat between the pair of us right up to the
hilt.  Quickly, Chris turned himself around so that we were in a 69
position. My cock right at his mouth, waiting for me to slick him up really
well before he plunged himself deep into my ass. I placed my head in
between his legs to give myself good access to his steamy hole, ready to
stretch him wide open.

I felt his breath getting closer to my cock, and then it was covered by his
lips. Warm and moist, like cotton wool going around my throbbing member. I
felt his tongue swirl around the underside of my shaft, before coming up to
my dick head and slurping up as much of my precum as he could get. Time for
me to return the favour. I buried my face deep inside his ass crack,
inhaling the smell of his ass. I could tell that he'd cleaned himself out
in the shower this morning, clearly he decided that this was going to
happen today, and yet the scent of a whole day of sitting around filled by
senses. I pushed my tongue out and gently stroked it around the sensitive
thin skin of Chris' ass. Shit, did he buck when my tongue rolled over the
rosebud of his hole. He always liked that. For the big strong guy that he
pretended to be, he liked getting his ass pounded more than anything else.

He was really deep throating my cock now. I could feel him pumping his head
up and down on my meat. I felt it sliding past his lips and disappearing
down his throat, going further and further with each stroke. Occasionally
Chris held my dick head in his mouth for a moment whilst his tongue got to
work on ensuring that my dick was really well slicked up for when I pushed
it inside him. For my part, I was really getting into stretching his ass
with my tongue. I probed the sides of his hole, making it as wide as I
could. His taste was clean and dirty all at the same time. My head spun
with erotic thoughts of where my tongue was flooding my brain

Chris pulled off my cock and I knew that it was nearly time for the hard
work to begin. Just before we got started though, I pulled my tongue out of
his hole. I spread his ass cheeks wide and looked at that hole, stretched,
with my saliva dripping out of the side and down his hairy thighs. I stuck
one then two fingers inside him and pulled him a bit wider still. I wanted
his hole to be as tight as possible, but I didn't want to cause the guy too
much pain.

We both stood up and I grabbed hold of him by the waist, pulling us both
close together for a moment. My slicked up cock slid up and down against
his member, he'd spent all this time leaking more and more precum over my
chest as his foreskin pulled right back shining in the light, throbbing,
almost glowing red. He kissed me sharply for a moment, getting an idea of
what his ass tasted like. I playfully smacked him on the ass as we moved
over to the edge of the bath. We'd always done it this was. No matter which
of us was ploughing the ass of the other, we always did it in a position so
that we could look at each other. Made it more special I suppose.

He propped himself up on the edge of the bath with his ass in the air
slightly, ready for my advances. Chris moved his hands around and spread
his cheeks for me as I grabbed hold of my soaking wet, highly aroused
prick. I saw my aim. Still wet, still wide, still waiting. I moved forward
and pressed by dick against Chris' hole, he winced slightly as I began to
apply a bit more pressure and force myself inside him. I smile weakly as I
watch my prick head disappearing past that puckered ring, starting to press
forward into his love tunnel.

I look down on Chris as I lean in a little further, sending more and more
of my thick prick inside him. His eyes have glazed over, interested only in
the sensation that I'm sending up his backside. He hasn't had a shave this
morning. The dark stubble still covers his whole face.  He's starting to
sweat up a bit, his hairy chest is a little damp, same on his belly. And
then his cock. Chris is working his prick furiously, pulling it backwards
and forwards, sending ribbons of precum up into the air before landing down
on his stomach. His balls, big and hairy are clenched tight up in his sac.

My prick is really giving his ass hole a really good stretching. I can feel
it as the tip of my prick starts probing the soft walls of his chute where
my tongue had been only a couple of moments before. I could imagine it
sliding against a mixture of my saliva and Chris' juices as I kept pushing
it further and further to the hilt. Soon, with one last big effort, I was
buried inside my cousin. My cock pushed all the way into the hilt. My pubes
mixed with the hairs lining his crack as audibly my balls hit Chris' ass.

I moved my hands from his thighs and placed them on his chest. My fingers
toyed with his nipples for a moment. Letting me play with one of my
favourite bits of him, whilst he got adjusted to having my prick lodged
inside him again. Not that he needed much adjustment! I bent down over him,
feeling my balls rubbing against his hairy ass as I did so. I kissed him,
once, but hard on the lips. His hand never let go of his cock and I could
feel the head of it hitting my stomach, wetting me a little with his
precum. Chris always had this way of being able to jack his cock furiously
for what seemed like hours, precum leaking out like there was no tomorrow,
and yet he always seemed to be able to stop himself from cumming before it
was time.

Placing my hands back on his thighs, it was time for me to go to work. I
pulled my prick almost all the way out of him, until I could feel the head
of it was just inside his anus. I held it there for a moment and smiled at
him. I don't think he noticed though. Before I slammed it back inside
him. It was when I was fourteen and he sixteen that we both realised that
we really liked to play rough, and we just seemed to get rougher and
rougher in our sex as the years had gone past. He moaned loudly as my balls
hit his ass hard for the first time. His hand moved faster and faster on
his own prick, it was like he was ripping his foreskin down before moving
it back over the head of his prick like a bullet out of a gun

Again and again I pulled out and thrust with all my energy back inside
him. I couldn't help but moan as I felt my prick bury itself into his
bowels before pulling out and going back for another go. Really building up
a sweat now, in and out, in and out. All the time Chris has his hand
working over time on his dick, but still not showing any signs of cuming
before I do. In and out, in and out. My balls hit his ass repeatedly. In
any other circumstances that'd really hurt, but I don't feel it. I just
feel my prick. It's like the whole world revolves around my prick and
Chris' ass. Slam, slam, slam. My pubes feel rough against his balls as I go
all the way in again.

My breathing becomes heavier, shallower, and I know it's not going to be
long. I slow down.  Not out of choice. Something else is making me slow
down. My balls get heavier and heavier.  My wad is building up deep inside
me. Out once again, just the head left inside him. Back in all the way. One
inch, two, three, four, five, six, seven. My balls slap his ass again, and
I hold it there. I can't physically take my prick back out of him again. I
just hold it. Wait and feel. My ass starts to buck as I unload my hot juice
deep inside him. I can hear him moaning softly as he can feel my cock
twitching in his ass. My cream flowing from my dick, deep inside my cousin.

With that I start to collapse on top of him, just in time for Chris to pull
back on his tight foreskin once again and spurt jet after jet after jet of
his own brand of hot sticky fluid between the two of us. I hear it slap
down on his hairy chest with a dull thud. It seemed like there was gallons
of the stuff just raining down on the two of us. My body finally does fall
on top of Chris.

He grasped hold of my ass with the wet hand that he'd just been jacking his
dick with. I can feel him playing with my hole, pushing a couple of fingers
inside just a little bit. My mouth is near one of his hard nipples. A glob
of cum touches my lips as it starts to drip down his body.  In the
afterglow, in the bathroom, with the rest of the family down stairs, my
cousin finger fucks my ass, while I suck hard on his nipples. Just like old
times.


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So that's that then. Like I said at the start, this wasn't a total fantasy,
but then again, it's not strictly true either. I'll leave to your
imaginations which bits are real and which aren't! If you liked though, I
want to know about it, e-mail or ICQ. My number is 45862060. And if you're
a good boy, you can have the URL of my NEW website!