Date: Wed, 1 Dec 2010 19:08:00 -0800 (PST)
From: John Likeness <thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com>
Subject: My New Cousin, Santiago

Mi Primo Nuevo Santiago, Muy Caliente!
My New Cousin Santiago, Very Hot!

All the usual disclaimers apply--if you are too young, leave now and come
back when you're legal; if this kind of story is illegal where you live, I
feel sorry for you so, move to a more sensible place, come back to Nifty
and read there. This story, alas, is 100% pure fantasy; I hope you enjoy
the story.

I was at a family reunion--my new step-dad's family--didn't know a soul,
was the only person currently in the house under 35 and was alternately
bored off my ass and jumpy lest I embarrass myself in front of my new Aunt
Maria (yes, I have a Tia Maria) and Tio Santos, and the various adult
family members that dropped in to say "hi" to my step-dad Vicente. We'd
arrived earlier that Monday afternoon in early June; the reunion proper was
set for that Friday, Saturday and Sunday. My step-dad hadn't been back
there for several years, so he was out and about with my mom in tow, and I
was left at the house--a very nice, completely renovated Edwardian style
mansion; five bedrooms, six baths, gourmet kitchen, dining room, family
room and "double parlor"--and hang out, mostly in the back yard. They had a
huge pool with spa and an outdoor kitchen, a cabana and a mother-in-law
unit (complete with mother-in-law). I'd spent most of the day hanging
around the pool swimming and goofing around. By 9.30 pm I was exhausted, so
I climbed the stairs up to the attic room I'd be sharing with my new cousin
Santiago. I was supposed to have met him at Mom and Vicente's wedding, but
I didn't remember anything about him except he was tall, and that he was 17
at that time, so he'd be 19 or 20 now and an EMT; I'd be staying up in his
room in the attic, as would my other teen cousin when his family arrived in
a couple of days.

I'm a 15 year old whiteboy, and my name is Matt; my biological father had
been killed before I was born--I'm still not clear on how or why, but both
my mom and I get a government check every month--I have no contact with his
family (they didn't approve of my mother) except for a quarterly report
from their tax attorney about a trust fund I'll get when I'm 21. Anyway,
Mom had met Vicente right around the time of my twelfth birthday; they
married about a year-and-a-half later; I met various members of his family
then, but most of it was a blur, so I was actually getting to know the
folks now. Vicente was good guy--he was kind and respectful to me, and
wonderful to my mom--likeable and kinda goofy. The reason for the reunion
was he and Maria's mother was turning 90!

That aside, I'm cute, strawberry blond with fair skin and freckles; blue
green eyes, and delicate, almost pretty facial features with a natural
pouty lower lip. I'm almost 5' 9" and weigh around 115 lbs; on the skinny
side but, I have a round firm boy butt and my frame is beginning to show
definition from working at the school gym, and I had 5 slim inches and a
hairless nut sac and a wreath of fire red pubes. Once I had heard about
being gay, I kinda figured that was what I was, however, I was not `out' to
anyone except the two boys--brothers--that I had sex with.

It was hot up in the attic, but not stifling; I stripped down to my jockey
shorts and lay down on top of the bedspread and tried to fall asleep. I had
a vaguely horny feeling, so I slipped my Jockeys off and started to play
with myself; I fantasized about Brian and Darryl as I stroked my boy dick.

That "relationship" had begun, when at age 14, I decided that I was too
skinny. I looked around school to see who I'd most like be like, and
settled on either Brian or Darryl Otto; both were buff without looking
muscle bound. Brian was 14 and in my grade but, he was already 6' 1' and
weighed in at 170 lbs. he had a curly mop of dirty blonde hair; his face is
broad and pleasant with hazel eyes and beautiful, perfectly straight,
perfectly white teeth; he also had huge square hands with thick fingers
yet, his touch was light and deft. His body was a perfect "vee,"; thick
broad shoulders, sculpted chest, chiseled abs tapering to a 28" waist; the
slim waist and curve of his spine accented his perfect ass; his butt and
legs would have made Michelangelo cry out in anguish.

Darryl, on the other hand, was 17, 5' 10" and a solid 165 lbs. He had
straight flaxen hair and a face similar to his brother's but finer; his
eyes were dark blue, and he had a cute way of squinting and smirking that
gave him an elfin look--he didn't smile or grin often, but when he did he
had a true 1000 watt smile. His hands were broad but much lighter than
Brian's; his fingers refined. His body was sculpted and a perfect example
of lithe; his waist was also 28" and his ass was even more
perfect--Michelangelo would have collapsed in fits of sobbing!

Both brothers wore snug "cowboy fit" jeans that served to show off their
butts and, Brian especially, wore shirts that accentuated their shoulders
and "vee" form. They were both popular, but not in the exclusive way of the
"in crowd". I was mortified to approach Brian, so, after much hemming and
hawing, I approached Darryl; to my relief, he said he'd be happy to work
with me. We began working out after school, and after the first few weeks,
Darryl and I started hanging out--he taught me about massage, and
stretching and other body care measures--we would shower after our work out
and then go to his house which was right around the block from the high
school. We also ran and biked; it was after one such run that Darryl pulled
up lame. I helped him limp back home. As it turned out, I had to help him
into the shower, and, after a few minutes, wound up having to help him wash
since he needed both hands to keep himself upright in the shower; he washed
and rinsed his hair and face and then asked me to help him. I stripped to
my boxer briefs and got in the shower with him; I was nervous so I quickly
soaped a rag and started washing from his shoulders down to his waist; then
I knelt down in front of him and washed his legs from about mid-thigh down
and was about to stand up when Darryl said,

"You're gonna hafta wash my junk and my ass," then after a pause, "Nobody
will know, and I can't stand sticky sweaty balls or ass."

"Okay," I squeaked and gulped hard.

I re-soaped the rag, took his genitals in my hand, and gently began to wash
his pride and joy. I washed his perineum and then ducked around behind him
and washed his ass equally gently; I lavished each cheek, and then washed
his crack as thoroughly as I could without arousing his suspicions. I then
ducked back around to his front. He must have enjoyed the attention to his
butt, because, his dick was noticeably thicker and longer;

"Wash my dick and balls real good," he said in a husky voice.

As I did so, it continued to grow in my hand and soon it was at a full 6 n
a half very hard inches. Suddenly, Darryl was able to put his full weight
on both legs; he reached down and placed his hands on my head, leaned me to
the side as he stepped under the shower spray and rinsed his lower body; he
then turned back and swiped his iron hard dick back and forth across my
mouth. Without a thought, I opened my mouth and took Darryl's dick in my
mouth and right off tried to take it as deep as I could; I gagged myself a
couple times but soon got into a rhythm and after a couple of super joyful
minutes, I received my prize--Darryl shot what seemed like a pint of cum
into my greedy mouth--and I was hooked, I loved his cum! I knew what a
heroin addict felt like his after his first fix. From that point forward,
there was a new part to our workout; at least one blow job and after a few
weeks he started fucking my butt at my suggestion; he liked to do it, but
he thought it was `too gay" he'd rather have his dick sucked (still by a
boy). It was all pretty much one sided--occasionally Darryl would stroke me
as he fucked me--not that I was complaining, but I wanted something more;
enter Brian.

At the beginning of summer, Darryl went off to baseball tryouts and camp
he'd be gone for about two months, so I was SOL for my workout partner and
my suck buddy until Brian suggested we team up. At first we just worked out
and split up from school, but pretty soon, Brian invited me over, of course
I accepted. The idea of messing around with Brian hadn't really crossed my
mind; he was hot as fuck, but he was Brian, So I went over. We were
chillin' in his room when he stretched and said,

"Dang I miss Darryl, my back is so freakin' sore; I wish he was here to
give me a rub down."

"I could do it for you; Darryl taught me how," I volunteered.

"Okay, I guess that's cool," he stated, and proceeded to remove his shirt,
kick off his shoes and strip down to his jock, and lay face down on his
bed. I had stepped into the upstairs bath and grabbed the lotion, so when I
returned I was greeted by Brian's gorgeous naked ass; I popped a bone so
fast, that I was surprised that I didn't burst my zipper.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Uh huh," Brian mumbled.

I squirted some lotion in my hands, and starting with his shoulders began
to massage my way down his back; when I neared the top of his jock, I
stopped going lower, and switched to massaging the backs of his legs about
six inches below his butt. As I was working on his calves and feet (size 14
eeee with long suckable toes) Brian stirred a little,

"Hey," he asked, "why'd you skip over my hips and butt?"

"I wasn't sure if you were cool with that."

"I'm cool," he said, "do it."

I returned to his mid back and worked my way down to the top of his jock
and slid it down a little, and then slid it up as I started on his tailbone
and the top of his buttocks. Then as I worked out to his hips, I slid the
jock around some more; at that point Brian said,

"Hold up," he said then as he slid his Jock down about to his mid thighs he
added, "yank that stupid thing off; you're doin' great; work my butt some
more and rub my crotch and hamstrings real good."

"'K," was all I dared to say and I moved to comply; as I started massaging
those oh so hot areas, my dick, if possible got harder, and, I was afraid
if I moved the wrong way I would bust my nut in my pants. I was also
sweating like a whore in church, so much so that I began to drip sweat on
Brian's back.

"Hey dude," he said, "if you're that hot just strip down to your
shorts. We're both guys, it won't make any difference anyway," and with a
mock conspiratorial tone he added, "I won't tell if you don't," and
chuckled.

After that I couldn't make excuses, so I stripped down as fast as I could
and returned my hands to his gorgeous butt and after spreading his legs and
went to work massaging his perineum and the bottom of each butt cheek;
every time I knead those cheeks I got a glimpse of his puckered
bung. Rather than dripping sweat on my boy, I was in real danger of
drooling on him! To distract myself, I returned to massaging his hips; I
kneaded his hip flexors (a muscle that wraps around the front of the hip
and merges into the lower abs) as I did so, my fingers grazed something
velvety and firm that was warm and sticky as well. I couldn't resist
quickly licking my fingers--I knew that taste--and returning to rub that
spot again. Suddenly, Brian rolled over onto his back; reflexively I looked
at his dick, it was hard and was dripping pre-cum from the slit, and it was
quite a bit bigger than Darryl's, probably at least an inch longer and half
again as big around.

"You think," Brian said after a pause, "that you can rub the swelling out
that for me?"

"Sure," I rasped, "I got a special technique or two that I can use if you
want."

"Do what you think best," He said, "I'm up for anything."

With that I swooped down on his stick and began slurping at it like it was
a melting Popsicle. Brian gasped and moaned and hissed, and in less than
two minutes exploded in my mouth with a huge gush of cum. Both brothers
nutted in copious amounts, but as I was soon to find out, Brian could
"reload" way quicker than his brother could, and Darryl was no slouch where
that was concerned. I assumed we were done, so when Brian grabbed me and
pulled me down on top of him I was stunned; he took me in an embrace and
tentatively kissed me on the mouth, and then rolled us both over so he was
on top of me. He dipped his head down and again kissed me more forcefully
this time, shoving his tongue into my mouth. After another tongue kiss,
Brian slithered down my body and pulled my shorts off; he looked at my junk
for about two beats and then dropped his mouth down on my dick and started
sucking; I don't think I lasted more than 45 seconds before I had the best
nut of my short life up to that point.

"Wow," was all I could say.

"You wanna spend the night?" Brian asked, "There are more places we need to
massage."

"I'll be with you tonight no matter what, but my mom will say yes."

I called and sure enough I got permission to stay with Brian that
night. Brian had read as much about gay stuff as I had, so we licked each
others butt holes, sucked each others toes, and fucked each other; we both
loved ass licking, I liked sucking his toes, and he liked having his toes
sucked; he loved topping and I was a natural born bottom. Also Brian loved
having me probe his ass with my hand while I sucked his dick, and Brian
loved to finger fuck me while he blew me. My fantasy was very erotic and so
vivid I could feel Brian's fingers in my butt.

My eyes snapped open; the room was dimly lit from a bedside lamp next to my
cousin's bed; I was lying on my stomach; I must have drifted off to sleep
and rolled over however, the sensation of being finger fucked hadn't gone
away; I heard raspy breathing on my right and I was looking to the left. I
yawned and raised my head and looked to my right; there stood a super hunky
Latino, shirtless with his pants around his knees, the fingers of one hand
were pumping into and out of my butt hole and the other was wrapped around
a very hefty, very large uncut cock.

"Hey little cousin," he whispered frozen stock still, "how you doin'?"

"Coo," I said, and slid around so his cock was in range of my mouth. I
reached out and grabbed it and pulled it to my mouth and started
sucking. Having never seen an uncut dick before, I took my time and
explored his ample foreskin with my tongue,

"Damn, you know what you're doin' muchacho," he hissed; he slid his hand
down my back and resumed playing with my hole; after a short while he said,
"Ease up dude you're gonna make me nut, but I wanna save that for this hot
little ass of yours."

I pulled off his dick,

"Come get it," I said.

He turned around and bent over to undo his shoes; his cheeks parted to
expose his crack and his tight bung wreathed with black hair. I couldn't
resist, so I slid forward and pushed my tongue in and started lapping at my
big cousin's hole.

"Oh fuck!" he whispered sharply, "Oh fuck!" he repeated, "Damn baby. I'm
gonna keep you here all the time." And again he repeated, "Oh fuck."

Finally he stumbled out of range and finished undressing, and ducked over
to his nightstand and grabbed a tube of lube. He was back in bed with me in
an instant.

"I want you to fuck me, mi primo mayor," I whispered as he flopped onto the
bed.

"You got it muchacho," he responded, "and then later mi primo poco, I'm
gonna fuck you again and again."

"Sounds heavenly," I responded; I was still on my belly, and Santiago took
up position between my legs pushing them wide with his knees. Rather than
greasy fingers or the blunt head of his big dick, I was pleasantly
surprised when my new cousin began to tongue my little bung before he beat
it up.

"You got a sweet ass muchacho," he said as he transitioned to working some
lube into me and finger fucking me at the same time; shortly after he'd
worked the third finger up into my fundament, he decided I was loose and
lubed enough and greased his boy driller and began the slow steady plunge
through my anus and into my rectum; his big dick banged into my prostate
and sent a thrill coursing through my very being; that night I learned the
difference between what an average dick, a big dick and a huge dick can do
to and for a bottom. Darryl's dick was average, it was okay, because he
occasionally hit "the spot"; Brian's big dick was great because he pounded
my prostate with every thrust (plus he loved to fuck); Santiago's dick was
huge, 9.5" long and as big around as a beer bottle at its base; as he
plunged into me I felt, for the first time, that wonderful combination of
mild stretch pain, satisfying fullness and the mind blurring intensity of
continuous prostate massage--I had my first taste of heaven--I was
completely unaware of moaning loudly; Santiago stuffed my underwear into my
mouth and resumed giving me one of the greatest fucks of my life. The attic
room we were in was actually situated at the back of the house over one of
the bathrooms and storage space (servant's quarters after all). So the
danger of being heard was remote but possible, and neither of us wanted to
take any chances of being discovered. I became distantly aware of mi primo
grande talking dirty to me in Spanglish; I recognized "dirty little bitch"
and "hot little fuck" and he told me over and over how hot my ass was and
how much he loved fucking me.

He pulled out of me and flipped me onto my back and pulled my ass over to
the edge of the bed and pushing my knees past my elbows and my thighs flat
on the bed, Santiago reentered my chute and started fucking me in
earnest. Even though I hadn't touched myself at all, I could feel my orgasm
building; within seconds I experienced my first hands free nut; that may
have been enough to push Santiago over the edge because just as my orgasm
subsided, he pulled out, took two strokes and painted my body, my face and
my hair with his scalding cum. He leaned down and licked some of his nut
from my face, and then said,

"That was hot little cousin; wait here I'll be right back."

Santiago stepped over to his bathroom and brought a warm rag back with him;
he swiftly wiped most of the cum from my body and then stepped away and
tossed the rag back into the bathroom. Then he returned and gathered me up
in his arms and carried me to his queen size bed,

"You're sleepin' with me tonight and whenever we can later on," he rasped,
"If any one sees you in my bed, remember that the spare bed has a bar
across the middle that hurts your back, okay?"

"Yes," I said, "got to clean up a little before I lay back down."

I adjourned myself to the bath and cleaned up and pissed and was back in
Santiago's bed in five minutes. I snuggled down and drifted off to sleep.

Dawn was streaming through the sky light when I awoke. And I finally got a
chance to take a good look at my cousin while he slept; he was light
skinned, with a shock of straight black hair combed back and a little
cookie duster mustache; his face was handsome with a hint of deviltry about
it, the point of his eye tooth and the tip of his tongue was just visible
between his lips making him look a little like a tomcat too. His shoulders
were broad and worked out like his smooth chest with brown nipples the size
of half dollars, his arms and abs were cut and his legs were perfect and
defined with just the right amount of black hair, and his feet were size 12
ee with perfect toes that looked to be made for sucking.

The thing that fascinated me most about Santiago though was his tattoos: a
Mexican eagle on his left biceps, the crucifixion on right biceps, and "Yo
tambien soy un Americano" in an arch across his chest, and what looked like
stylized wings for his dick rising from his shaven pubic patch. He stirred
and licked his lips and rolled on his side away from me giving me a view
his back (gorgeous!) and his ass (gorgeouser!)

I couldn't help myself, I snuggled up behind him and draped my arm around
his waist and started fondling his package. Soon Mr. Happy was up! I
carefully slithered around and came up to give mi primo nuevo a proper
morning greeting. I took the head into my mouth and began swirling my
tongue around it; I slurped up and down and licked it from base to
tip. Santiago stirred again and rolled onto his back; I snuggled down in
between his legs and started sucking and lapping at his nuts and then
returned to bobbing on his rod; I slid his foreskin back and teased the
head and then slipped my tongue under it as I slid it back off; then I took
him as deep as I could and held as long as I could, and repeated that over
again, I did it twice more and then began to work the business end as
intensely as I could. After a few minutes of this my work was rewarded when
Santiago moaned and flooded my mouth with a hot load of spicy cum.

"Madre de Dios, mi primo poco," he sighed, "I'm gonna keep you for an alarm
clock."

I just smiled in response.

"Let's get a shower and then breakfast--you already got yours--and I wanna
fuck your sweet little butt again before I have to go to work."

We showered together and he jacked me off while he finger my butt hole. I
squirted my load on the shower wall. We dried off got dressed and I went
downstairs first and started eating breakfast; Santiago came into the
kitchen and got coffee and visited with Vincente and Mom and his
parents. He explained to all that he had juggled shifts with some coworkers
and would be gone the next two days starting at one that afternoon. I was a
little crestfallen when I found out, I excused myself to go upstairs and
use the bathroom. About five minutes later he stretched out on his bed with
me sucking his dick; after a few minutes he stood us up,

"We don't have too long," he explained as dropped my shorts and pushed his
pants down, "I'm gonna fuck you standing against the wall like a little
bitch."

I faced the wall and bowed my back thrusting my butt out; my cousin stepped
up behind me stroked some lube on his fuck stick, lined it up and thrust up
into my chute,

"You like that little cousin," he rasped in my ear, "you gonna be my little
bitch?"

"Uh huh," I whispered, "fuck me papi; fuck me so it last two days."

Despite having nutted around an hour before, Santiago shot a load up my
butt before five minutes had passed; to my surprise, my cousin pulled out
of me, spun me around and sucked my nut out of me in nothing flat.


In the next installment, Matt meets another primo nuevo, Tico aka Tec; he
has several tattoos that fascinate Matt. What will happen? Stay tuned for
further developments.

I've got a few other stories with Nifty: A Very Good Day in Interracial,
The Little Ghost in Interracial an Military, Danny and Me in Adult/Youth,
Army Brats in Incest. Let me know what you think of this one and the others
if you're of a mind. As always, questions, comments and criticism are
welcome send them to John at thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com Hope I hear
from you soon. John