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Date: Wed, 25 Oct 1995 23:28:23 UTC
Subject: REPOST: Watching My Cousin (the story)
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In response to the great interest, I'm posting the story.  I would
appreciate if those of you who promised me, either e-mail me or post their
horny stuff some time soon, so that everybody's happy.  Come on guys, it's
time to make this newsgroup adequate, for it's the hand job that keeps us
all around, right?  Hopefully.  So - enjoy!

Last summer I was forced by my parents to go visit my grandmother, who lives
about a 150 miles north of my city.  I was to stay for a week and then join
my folks for a vacation in the mountains.  Well, I thought, this'll give me
some quiet time for some real good long wanks, so I packed up some clothes,
my favorite porno movie and a full bottle of lub and left.  And my grandma's
nice, besides - always goes to bad early and once she's asleep, you can have
the whole house on your disposition.  When I got there, she was kinda happy
to see me and I was happy to be away from home too.  We were having dinner
when she told me she has invited some of my cousins over to her place, so
that we can spent some time together.  Damn, I knew my aunt was living in
the same town, but I didn't expect to have company for the whole week.  I
was pissed off - my plans for a wank marathon were ruined.  That night I
didn't go to sleep untill about 2 in the morning - I jacked myself off for
hours, shooting cum all over the place: in the bath tub, on the floor, in my
pajamas.  I finished myself up three times in 4 hours and finally, when the
whole room smelled like cum, I went to sleep.  Actually, it turned out that
only one of my cousins was coming to see me for a coupla days.  He was my
aunt's oldest son - 19 at that time (I was 17) and the last time I saw him
was on Thanksgiving about 5 years ago.  He was a skateboarder and a very
nice guy.  He came at noon and occupied the couch in the living room,
although the room next to mine was available.  I was to realize later why he
didn't want to have people around him at night.

We watched MTV for the rest of the day, talking about sports and stuff.  I
told him I'd like to see him skateboarding the next day, because I've always
been interested, but never learned how.  Sure, Rob said.  From the minute I
saw him I knew he was a hopeless wanker - every guy doing sports is.  This,
in a way, is due to the fact that when you sweat, you can smell your own
body, which certainly is a turn-on.  I tried to start a discussion on sex
several times, but he seemed to be pretty shy to share anything.  At the
same time, I tried to notice any visible changes of the size of his crotch,
since he was adjusting his package quite often (the kind of adjustment we
guys always do), but besides an accidental movement of his cock in his
underwear, I didn't notice anything significant.  

That night, after we both went to bed, I waited for about 15 minutes and
quietly went downstairs, pretending to be thirsty, but hoping to find him
holding his dick on the couch.  Nothing of the sort - he was hell sleeping
like a baby.  Damn - am I the only one in this world to shoot jizz before
bad??  I took a long shower and had a great time beating my lubed meat under
the falling water.  But I got really excited when, at about 5 in the
morning, I heard water running in the bathroom downstairs.  You will,
probably, say:  So what?  The guy was, perhaps, just using the bathroom.
Yeah, but as horny as I then was, I wanted to check what the fuck was going
on.  So I jumped out of my bed and very quietly went downstairs for the
second time that night.  Everything was dark and I could still hear the
water running.  I stepped behind the kitchen door, so that when I peeped, I
could see most of the living room and at the same time the bathroom door
(the kitchen and the living room formed one long united room).  After about
a few minutes or so, the bathroom door suddenly opened and there he stood:
just with a t-shirt on (no underwear, no socks) and his semi-hard cock all
wet from the water, pointing me and feeling free in the open air.  He turned
off the light and went back to the couch, laying on the top of his sheets in
the nude.  I was gasping, my cock dripping pre cum and jumping up and down
in my underwear.  Seemingly, he had just finished himself and, after washing
his dick, was enjoying his satisfaction on the couch.  He was stroking his
soft dick very slowly, the way I do after I'm all done.  After about 5
minutes or so, his friend started getting hard, but I guess he didn't want
to shoot a second time, so he turned all the way around, laying on "him" and
this way showing me his nice soft but.  Finally, half-sleeping, he covered
himself with the sheets and went to sleep.

Man, I can still see his boner softing off in his own hand, his legs spread
on the top of his sweaty sheets.  We never talked about sex or anything, but
during the next day and the day after that - when he left - I just kept
looking at his nice crotch.  I also never heard the water running again, so
I presume his night wank was unexpected.  And I know it was a wank - when a
guy has finished himself, his cock looks that way.

I enjoyed visiting my grandma - that's for sure.


Vincent Van Wank

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