Date: Sat, 17 Nov 2007 18:57:53 -0600
From: Charles Hughes <the.empty.room@hotmail.com>
Subject: THE SUMMER OF MY EDUCATION  - Part 2 of 3

This story is completely fiction.  It is the story of the developing
relationship of two young friends, including their sexual experiences.  If
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THE SUMMER OF MY EDUCATION  - Part 2 of 3


That summer was a time when I learned more about the world than I had in
all my previous twelve years.  I learned you could drink milk straight
from the cow.  I learned you could get along without a TV.  I learned a
sophisticated cityboy was ignorant of so many things.

Most of all, I learned about boys, especially how a boy like me could
simply not get enough of sex.  After that swim, when I saw Andy naked for
the first time and had been sucked for the first time, the little head at
the end of my little dick did all the thinking for me.  And a night in
bed with my naked cousin -- sucking and licking and touching and tasting
everything I could -- awakened a lust I never knew a naive boy like me
could have.

Before breakfast after that first night together, we went into the
outhouse at the same time; since the door faced away fron the house, no
one could see.  We dropped our pants and peed as we grinned at each
other.  Then Andy sat on the seat, pulling me to him.  Even before my pee
stopped, he had my dick in his mouth.  At first I was revolted that he
had actually swallowed a little bit of my pee, but I soon forget that as
my dick sprang to attention and a dry cum shook me all over.

I was quiet at breakfast, a little embarrassed to be at the table with
the parents of the boy I had just had sex with the previous night -- the
boy who had just sucked my dick in the outhouse minutes before.  Andy was
his usual self, joking and poking a little fun at his cityboy cousin, and
I didn't mind a bit.  This cityboy was ready for whatever his country
cousin had in mind.

We went through the usual routine of Andy's chores.  He had me climb up
into the barn loft with him to toss some hay down, and we played grab-ass
while we were doing it.  We'd taken our shirts off, and he tickled me in
that place around my waist he had found last night, then he put his hand
over my crotch while I was laughing.  I'd stop the laughing and start
moaning when he rubbed my crotch.  Then he'd start all over again.

He finally sat on a bale of hay and started sucking my nipples.  That
made my dick really uncomfortable inside my jeans, but I kept moaning so
much he practically sucked my nipple off!  The minute he stopped, I
pulled his face up and kissed him.  I wanted more of that tongue he'd
pleased me with last night.

When we finally separated, Andy grinned.  "Damn, you are one sexy little
stud, Chris."

"Is that good?" I grinned.

"Fucking A!"  He got a more serious look on his face.  "You know, I
really like you, little dude."

Those words from my fourteen-year-old cousin made me feel better than
anything and everything Santa Claus had ever brought me, better than all
the A's I'd gotten in school, better than the one and only home run I'd
ever hit, better than my best time at doing laps in the pool, better than
getting a Deed of Ownership of The Whole World.  My sexy, red-haired,
tanned, beautiful cousin liked me!  I got goosebumps all over.  I think I
turned a little red, too.

"But we're both in deep shit if we don't get this stuff done," he added.
We went back to the chores with a little less enthusiasm than we'd shown
in that kiss.

Cow chips are okay when they're in the field and already dried in the
sun.  You have to watch not to step in the ones that aren't all the way
dry yet, though!  But when the stupid cows drop their shit in a stall, it
has to be shoveled up and carried out.  That stinks, especially in a hot
barn.

"I'm supposed to do this every day," he grinned, tossing another one into
a wheelbarrow, "but I skipped a couple of days since you got here.
Figured it'd be nice to share."

"Thanks a heap, cuz," I said.

Then I got to wheel the load out to a place behind the garden when they
collected the stuff to spread on their garden.

"You're going to develop some muscles this week," Andy said.

"Yeah, since you let me do all the carrying."  Then I gave him the
raspberry.  He ruffled my hair, and that made me feel like a little kid,
but it was kind of nice.

That was all we had to do that morning, so Andy said he'd show me the
woods at the side of their house.  I remembered being in it a little bit
from when I'd been there before, but I hadn't gotten very far.

We found a hole a groundhog had made, and Andy showed me the second hole
that was the other end of the groundhog's tunnel.  It was where he could
escape if something came in after him.  We scared -- Andy said "flushed"
-- some quail from some bushes, and Andy said he hunted quail.  He showed
me some deer tracks, and he hunted them, too.  He had his own gun.

The deeper we got into the woods, the more we smelled a funny smell, and
it got worse.  I followed Andy to the fence that was the edge of their
farm, and we climbed over it and kept going.  The smell was getting
really bad.

I bumped into Andy when he suddenly stopped, and when I peered around him
I saw it.  A dead horse.

"Aw, shit!" Andy said.  "That's Harry's old horse."  He said Harry was
the man who owned that farm.  "Damn.  Harry's going to shit a brick!"

I followed him closer to the horse.  I'd never seen a dead horse before.
Or a dead anything that big.  It was on its side, and the stomach was all
swollen.  I wondered if it would just pop open.  The legs were stiff and
sticking straight out.  It looked like the horse had been standing up and
somebody had just pushed it over.  I didn't want to get too close.

When we walked around it we saw a pile of shit by its ass.  Andy said it
had fallen out when it died.  He asked me if I'd ever seen a horse's cock
before, and he took a stick and poked at it.  It was stiff, too.  And it
was as big around as my arm.  Andy said that when a horse had a hardon
its cock was sometimes as much as three feet long.  I think he was joking
about that, though.

It gave me goosebumps, the bad kind.  The horse's eyes were open, but
there weren't any eyeballs.  Andy said crows or something had already
eaten them.

I was ready to leave.  When we got back to the house he told his dad
about the horse, and his dad said he'd call the guy and tell him.  He
also said he'd probably help him load it up, and I was afraid he'd have
us help, but he never did.

When we got into the house, Andy's mom stopped us.  "What on earth!  What
have you boys gotten into -- you stink!"

Andy told her about the horse.  She made us go outside and wash in the
washtub.  We stripped down and washed real fast, and we put just our
pants and briefs on to go back in.

"All the clothes off!" Aunt Jen said.  "And not in your room -- leave
them outside, and I'll wash them later."

We went back outside, and we stripped, leaving our jeans and briefs with
our shirts.  I was so embarrassed.  We had to walk back into the kitchen
naked, right past Aunt Jen, to get to Andy's bedroom.  My face felt hot,
and I know I was red.

When we got back into his room, Andy reached for my dick and pulled on it
a little.

"Think you'll ever get three feet long?" he grinned.

"Would you suck me if I do?" I shot back.  We both started laughing.

Andy said, "We're just going to eat lunch and then go to the pond.  I'm
going commando."

"What's that?" I asked.

"No underpants," he said, "just jeans."

So I did, too.  It sure felt funny, and my dick got hard because it
rubbed against my clean jeans.  I was glad I could sit close to the table
so Aunt Jen and Uncle Frank couldn't see.  It wasn't until we were eating
that I realized we had left our shirts off.  Maybe that was just kind of
natural for Andy, so I didn't worry about it.  But I worried about my
dick.

When we left to walk back to the lake, Andy grinned when he saw my dick
was pushing out at my jeans.

"Last year I used to go to school commando," he said.

"You did not!"

"Yeah, sometimes.  It was cool," he said.  "Sometimes when I was sitting
down I could put my hand in my pocket and wrap the pocket around my dick
and stroke it."

"You did not!"

"Sure.  Never came that way, though.  Too messy."

I watched him put his right hand into his pocket, and I could actually
see his hand move around his cock.

"Next year I'm going to cut a hole in a pocket in an old pair so I can
really get my hand on my dick," he said.

I had stuck my hand in my pocket.  Either my hand was to small or my dick
was too little, so I couldn't do it.

By this time we'd gotten to the lake.  Andy grabbed for my crotch and
squeezed before I could back off.  So I did the same with his crotch.  I
think maybe I surprised him -- maybe he thought I wouldn't dare to do it
-- but he laughed.

We were standing in front of each other when took off our shoes and socks
and dropped our pants.  It sure felt funny to let my jeans drop and see
my dick without any underpants around it.  We threw our stuff into a pile
next to us.

"Need to piss before I go in," Andy said.

I watched his dick when he started to pee, but I didn't even think about
where his pee would land.  I squealed when it hit my thigh, and it made
me sound like a little kid.  Well, I decided, if big guys can pee on each
other, so can I.  I had to hold my dick up a little, but I made my pee
land on Andy's thigh.  He grinned back at me and made his pee wiggle
around on me.  It felt wierd, but kind of nice.

We ran into the lake and splashed around for a while, then we started
some serious swimming.  I showed him an arm-over style we'd used on the
team, and he picked it up right away.  Then we just swam laps back and
forth in the deeper part of the lake.  We kind of kept together, and I
couldn't really tell if he was doing it on purpose or not.

"I'm going to stop for a while, cuz," he said.  We swam over to a part of
the pond where I'd never been.  "Go slow here when your feet touch down,"
he warned.  "Lot of big underwater rocks here."

He must have felt one with his foot.  He bent down a little to find it,
and then he climbed up to stand on it.  Only the bottoms of his feet were
underwater, and it looked like he was standing on the water.  It was
cool.

I watched the water run off of him as he stood up.  It ran from his
shoulders, down his chest.  His nipples were little and hard.  The
water ran down his belly and thighs.  His red pubes were wet and
plastered against his skin, and his dick and balls were smaller because
of the cool water.

I suddenly throught of a picture I'd seen in a book I'd gotten at the
library for a school report.  It was a picture of a statue by a famous
guy.  The statue was a man -- or maybe he wasn't that old -- who was
standing naked, looking down a little bit.  It even showed his dick.  It
was the first time I'd ever seen a naked man, even if it was a statue.

Andy was like that.  The water running from his body made him glisten in
the sun.  He was beautiful, like that statue.  I almost told him that,
but I was afraid he'd think it was silly.

"Come on over here, but careful," he said.  "Slow, and find the rocks
with your foot."

I felt them, and he told me to move to the side a little where there was
a larger one I could barely see under the water.  He held my hand to help
me keep my balance, and I climbed up onto the rock only a few feet away
from him.  The water came almost halfway up to my knees, but I sort of
looked like Andy, standing there with the water dripping.  He kept
holding my hand so I wouldn't fall.

I will never forget that moment.  The image was seared into my brain like
a photograph.  Me, standing by -- and holding hands with -- my beautiful
cousin, the cousin with whom I could be comfortably naked, the beautiful
boy with whom I was sharing a bed.  Two boys, naked in the sun... It's a
sweet memory.

Then I lost my balance.  Andy pulled me out toward the pond so I fell
away from the rock, and I fell into the water.  He jumped down beside me.

"Hey, hey -- you all right?  You okay?"

The wind had sort of been knocked out of me because I had landed against
my knee.  He held me up and rubbed my back while I got my breath under
control.  Then he kept holding me.  I looked up into his green eyes, and
for a minute we just stood there in the water, looking at each other.

Had he thought we had been... a beautiful picture, there on the rocks?
What had he felt, watching the water run off me?  The same thing I had
felt watching him?

He slowly moved his lips to mine, rubbing my lips gently.  My heart felt
as thought it would just bust right open.  My eyes closed.  I couldn't
see anything, but I could feel everything.
When I felt his tongue I opened my lips for him, and our tongues licked
together, tasting and feeling.  I felt his hand on my back holding me
close.  I felt his hard cock pressing into me.

My mouth felt like a huge cavern as his tongue went in deeply and then
moved around the inside of one cheek, then the other.  When the rough top
of his tongue brushed the underside of mine, my dick lurched against
him.  He sucked on the end of my tongue.  I thought I would pass out
since I couldn't breathe, and then, involuntarily, I took a deep breath.
My eyes watered as I realized I was sucking his breath into me.

We finally pulled our lips away, but we kept our arms around each other.
Our heads were close; I could hear and feel his breath against my ear.
One of his hands slipped down to my ass and pulled me tightly in to him.

When he pulled back and stood up, he didn't look me in the eyes.  He was
looking down.

"Before last night... I've never kissed a boy before.  Not... My buddies
at school, we jerk off and suck.  I never even thought about kissing a
boy before..."

I didn't even know boys could kiss.

His whisper died away.  I didn't say anything.  I didn't know what to
say, and I didn't want to say the wrong thing.  Of course, I'd never
kissed a boy, either.  It was wonderful.

Maybe I didn't need to say anything.  I raised my face up to him and
kissed his lips.  He opened his mouth to me, and we held each other
tightly again as we repeated our tasting, touching.  It didn't last as
long this time, but that was all right.  This time when he pulled back he
was smiling.

"Let's go sit down and let the sun dry us off," he said.

He held my hand for just a minute as he led the way to the grass at the
edge of the pond.  His butt bounced a little when he climbed up onto the
grass, and he was smiling again when he reached his hand out to help me
up.

He lay back on the grass, and I followed his example.  It was getting a
little cloudy, and the breeze felt cooler as it blew across us.  It was
nice, just lying there and being naked with him.

Pretty soon he rolled over, kind of half on top of me, and he started
running a hand up and down my side, from my arm pit to the side of my
butt.  I was already kind of hard, and my dick got even hard when he did
that.  He kissed my lips once, then he started to kiss my ear and neck.
I got goosebumps again.  He moved down to my nipple and licked and sucked
on it.

"You like that?" he asked.  His voice was really quiet and sort of
deeper.

I nodded.  "Yeah.  It's really nice."

He moved his tongue across to my other nipple, and I felt one of his
hands reach down and cup my balls.  I think I kind of whimpered a
little.  It felt so good.  He licked all the way down to right above my
dick.

"Won't be long before you get hair here, little stud," he said.

Then he slipped my dick into his mouth.  He scooted down so he could get
both his hands under my butt, and he held me really tight while he
sucked.

"Uhh... Andeee...yea yea...oooooooooo..."  I grabbed at his hair with
both hands and pulled him into me.

My hips started bucking around; I couldn't help it.  My dick felt so big
in his mouth hard long oh so good...  I felt his fingers open my crack a
little bit.  He found my hole and rubbed a finger around it.  He moved
his mouth up and down my dick at the same time he was rubbing my hole,
and it felt so good, like the inside of me was burning, like i was just
going to blow up, explode...

"Ahhhhh... OOOOOOOOoooooo..."  As my dry cum started, my throat caught
after the first sounds I made, and I sounded like I was being strangled
or something.  It made my dick feel hot, feel huge in his mouth, feel
like it was alive on its own.

When it was over he kept my dick in his mouth.  I was glad he did that;
it felt so nice.  I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned.  It was
the only way I could tell him how good it was.

Finally he moved up beside me again.  We just lay there, and after a
while I reached over for his cock.  It was hot and hard.

"You don't have to do it, if you don't want to," he whispered.

"I want to.  I like it, sucking you."

And I licked his cockhead.  He groaned.  I held it and licked the
underside of his cockhead, where the little line is.  I kept my tongue
moving really fast there when he groaned louder; I knew he liked that.
He tasted good.  Part of it was his precum, but part of it was just...
his cock, I guess.  I licked up from the base of it, along one side, all
the way to his peehole on top.  Then I did the other side.  I licked like
that for a long time.  I think more precum kept coming out, because I
kept tasting it all the time.  And the whole time he was groaning.

"Ummm... oh fuck, Chris... Awwwww, you are so good..."

His cockhead was really, really red now.  It seemed a little hotter now,
too.  I opened my mouth and took most of it inside me to suck.

"AAAAaaaa, Chris, yeaaaa... awwww..."  Andy sighed a long sigh.

I opened my mouth a little wider and got my lips around the bottom part
of his cockhead.  I made my lips tight around that ridge and began
pulling on his cockhead a little as I sucked.  Yeah, he was giving me
more precum; I could taste it.

When I felt his fingers combing through my hair, I knew for sure I was
doing everything right for him.  I held the shaft of his cock with one
hand and pushed my mouth down over a little more of  his cockhead.  I
stopped when I felt it at the back of my mouth, and then I moved it back
again.

"Yessssssssss..." he hissed.  "Up and down, little stud, up and down..."

And so that's how I did it.  I kept moving my mouth up and down on his
cock as much as I could.  He helped by pushing his hips up at me, but not
so much that I choked.  I remembered what he had done for me, how he had
cupped my balls in his hand, so I reached down.  His balls were big and
warm, and my hand held them and moved them around a little.

"Fuckfuckfuck aaaaa... gonna cum cum..."

Somehow I knew he would shoot a lot of cum this time, so I got ready to
swallow.

"Cuuummmmmminnnnn..."  He practically screamed it out.

And the first shot filled my mouth with his hot, tangy cum -- something
only bigger boys could do, the thing that made them men shooting cum big
cocks shooting hot cum...

I continued sucking and swallowing almost without thinking about it.  My
mind was on the taste he was feeding me, filling me with.  I don't know
how many times he shot.  I wasn't counting; I was tasting and loving it.

His hands fell to his side when he stopped cumming, but I kept his
cockhead in my mouth, like he'd done for me.  I knew it made him feel
good.  The fingers of my hand stroked through that soft red hair around
the base of his dick.  It was really curly after it had dried in the
sun.

Andy finally pulled me up, and I lay on top of him.  My belly could feel
him breathing, and my ear must have been right over his heart; I could
hear it.  We just lay there for a while.  Maybe I went to sleep.

Then I could feel his fingers on my ass.  He was rubbing my butt around
and around, and that kind of moved the rest of me on top of him.  His
fingers pulled my crack open.  I wondered... I was hoping... and he put a
finger against my asshole.  I knew it was a dirty thing to do.  I mean, I
wasn't dirty there.  I'd just been in the water.  But maybe it's not
something...  But it felt so nice as he rubbed his finger around in
circles.

"Is that okay, Chris?  You like that?"

"Oh, yeah.  It feels really nice," I said.  I sighed deeply.

"Tonight, maybe we can... I'll show you."

I didn't know what he was talking about, but I could feel his dick
getting harder and longer between us, so I knew it would be something
good.

We lay there in the sun for a while, then he kissed my hair and, when I
looked up at him, my lips.

"Let's get back, okay?"  He smiled.  Then he got a more serious look on
his face.  "I'm glad you came this week, Chris."

"Me, too."  I grinned.

We got up and peed, only this time we didn't pee on each other.  It would
have been okay with me, but we just peed on the ground.  Then we got
dressed - at least our shoes and socks and jeans.  It felt good, walking
with my dick bouncing around a little down there.

Supper was good, as usual, and when his folks turned on the radio and
began to read the paper, Andy said we'd wash the day's dust off and get
ready for bed.  We were just out of the lake and hadn't gotten that
dirty, but I followed him outside.

We went to the outhouse first.  We dropped our jeans, but instead of
pissing, Andy said, "See if you can take a shit, Chris."

Huh?  I'd never shit with anybody watching me...  I didn't think I wanted
to do that.

"It's okay.  I'll just sit here by you; maybe I'll shit, too," he said.

I realized that, in fact, I hadn't shit that day.  I probably needed to.
So I sat there to see what would happen.  It sure felt funny, though.
Pretty soon, some started coming out.

I'd never even thought about stuff like that at home.  I'd never even
used the word "shit" -- I wasn't allowed to.  But hearing Andy say it
like it was just another ordinary word... Well, that made it seem okay, I
guess.

I heard my first one drop down and kind of echo, and then I realized that
Andy was actually shitting, too.

"Wipe real good now," Andy said when we were through.  It didn't really
smell very good, but it wasn't all that bad, I guess.  I had never wiped
with someone watching me, either, but Andy was doing it, too.

We pulled our jeans back up -- we still hadn't put our briefs on, and I'd
gotten used to walking around, at least in the yard, in my bare feet --
and headed for the washtub.  Andy went in the house and brought out a big
bucket of hot water; I guess Aunt Jen had put it on the stove.  It was
steaming, but it cooled down when he dumped a bucket from the pump into
the tub, too.

We soaped up the washcloths and washed ourselves off.  We did our own
dicks this time.  Andy said he'd wash my back, so I turned around for
him.  When he got down to my butt, he washed my cheeks off, too, and then
he did something that surprised me and made me jump.

He took the soapy washcloth and washed in my crack, wiping it slowly over
my asshole.  It felt good, but I never expected that.

"Bend over a little, Chris.  Relax."

When I bent over I could feel him pushing the washcloth all around my
hole.  Then I felt something pushing at it.  When I started to look
around to see what he was doing, Andy told me to keep bent over.

"It's my finger, that's all.  Got soap all over it, and I'm putting it
inside you a little.  Just a little.  Clean you inside there, too."

I think my eyes must have been popping out of my head.  I'd never tried
washing out the inside of my asshole before; I'd never even thought of
such a thing.  Andy told me to relax a little more, so I tried to.  And
it did feel nice.

"Okay, cuz.  Wash my back now.  And down there, too."

He rinsed out the washcloth and got more soap on it.  He handed it to me
and turned around.  I didn't have a problem washing his back; in fact,
that was kind of nice.  His shoulders were strong, and I could feel his
muscles when I washed his back.  I got a little nervous when I washed his
ass, though.  But it was nice moving his cheeks around and watching them.

"Inside, too, Chris.  Like I did you.  Just get soap on your finger, then
press it in slowly."

I was really nervous now.  It was one thing to touch him all over, but
put my finger in his ass?  In his hole?  I did it slowly, but that was
because I wasn't sure what it would be like.

It was warm.  It was slippery, too.  But that was probably the soap.  I
didn't have any trouble turning my finger around inside; I just did it
the way he'd done me.  I wondered if it felt for him like it had felt for
me.  A little wierd.  But nice.  I didn't let Andy see me, but when I
took my finger out I smelled it.  It just smelled like soap.

We rinsed off, pulled our jeans back on, and went inside.  His mom and
dad were leaving for some meeting, and his mom gave him a phone number to
call if we needed to.  We had a glass of lemonade, and then we went to
Andy's room.

He started showing me which science fiction books I should read, and I
told him I'd already read a couple he had on his shelves.  We were
pulling books off the shelves and looking through some of his comic
books, too, and our shoulders and arms kept brushing against each other.
I was thinking, Boy, would it be nice to have a big brother like Andy...

One of my favorites was "War of the Worlds."  It wasn't a long book, so I
remembered a lot of it, and we talked about it and how strange it would
be for Martians to take over the world.
He told me about some other books by the same man; I hadn't read them,
and he said he'd write down their names before I left.

"What would you do if the Martians came?" I asked him.

"I guess the same thing the guy in the book does.  I'd hide for a while
and see what happened."  Andy laughed.  "I wouldn't hide with the man he
did, though.  Almost got them caught!"

"Hey, we could hide in the cellar together," I said.

"Yeah, wait those suckers out..."

"Have to take down plenty of food with us...

"And water," he added.

"We'd just eat and sleep down there for days..."

"We'd sleep together," he said.  He grinned.  "We'd have a lot of fun
together."  He slipped his jeans down and kicked them off with his feet.
He was naked.

"Yeah," I whispered.  It sounded like I was a little hoarse.  "We'd keep
each other company," I said, and I slipped my jeans off, too.

We were both hard.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed then, and he kneeled in front of me
and starting rubbing his face on my belly and down around my dick.  It
didn't tickle on my belly this time.  It made me even harder.  He rubbed
his face all around my thighs, between my legs, and I felt his lips rub
across my balls once.

"Oh, fuck, Andy -- suck me."  I don't think I'd ever spoken the "F" word
before.

He helped me scoot up onto the bed, but he kept his face between my
legs.  He was licking my dick, not sucking it, but I started whimpering,
anyway.  When he started sucking a little on my balls, I made a big long,
loud sigh, but it was all right.
It was too early for his parents to get back.

He stopped before I wanted him to and lay up beside me, on his back.  Our
shoulders were right against each other.

"You really like it, Chris... what we do?"

"Oh, yeah, Andy.  I didn't know stuff like that could be so good.  It's
fun doing it with you.  I like doing it with you."

"The guys I told you about, the guys at school?  We just jerk off, and
sometimes we suck each other.  They never let me cum in their mouths,
like you do."

"They don't?" I asked.  "But I like it, your cum."

"They just don't want to.  I'd take theirs if they'd take mine, but...
And we never really get naked.  They'd never want to... do anything
more."  Andy was silent then.

"What more?"  I wasn't sure what more there was.  I decided to be bold
enough to ask it.  "You mean they wouldn't want to kiss, like we did?"

"Shit, no, they wouldn't."  He was quiet a minute.  "Do you ever think of
doing more things, Chris?"

"I don't think so.  I mean, like what?"  We'd already done things I never
knew about!

After a long pause, Andy said, "Sometimes at night when I'm stroking my
cock I like to put my finger in my asshole."

"You mean like we did outside?"

"Sort of.  Only I use some hand lotion.  Makes it real slippery.  I put
my finger in about as far as I can."

I remembered how nice if felt when he was washing me inside.  Wierd, but
nice.  I saw his dick was really hard now, and I reached over and stroked
it a little.

"It's like fucking myself, only with a finger," he said.

My hand stopped.  Fucking.  I wasn't so dumb that I didn't know what that
was.  Only, men fucked women.  Boys older than me would fuck girls.
Wouldn't they?  I remembered how he rubbed my hole after we'd been
swimming.  Had I wanted him to put it me?  But that was a finger.  He
wasn't talking about fingers, I didn't think.

"You mean you want to get fucked by a dick?" I asked.  That seemed
impossible to me.  How could that even be done?

"I think I'd like to see what it's like," he said.

I suddenly realized what was coming next. He'd had me wash his hole out,
so there wouldn't be anything dirty in it.  Would he want me to fuck
him?  Is that what he wanted?  Could I do that?

When I looked over at him, he was lying on his side, his eyes locked onto
mine.  That was what he wanted.

Did he want to fuck me?

"We've had a love of fun playing around, Chris," Andy said quietly.  "I
never imagined we could do stuff like this, you and me, but it's so
cool.  Would you try, Chris?  Would you try to fuck me?"

"But I'm so little... I mean, my dick..."

"You're not too little to get in my ass, little stud."

And when he called me that again, I actually felt it in my dick.  Yes, I
wanted to be his little stud.  And yes, I really wanted to see what it
would be like to stick my cock in him.

I didn't actually say anything, but I guess he understood.  He turned
over and got a tube of hand lotion out of the drawer of the little table
next to the bed.

As he squeezed a little onto a finger, he said, "I start with one finger,
and then I use another one.  When I try to use three fingers, it feels
okay, but it's a little tight.  I'll start with a finger."

He raised up his legs and reached between them and underneath his balls.
I moved below him, and I saw his finger reach into his crack.  I caught
just a glimpse of his hole before his finger reached it.  He smeared some
of the lotion onto it and then began to press his finger in.

And it went in!  I could hardly believe what I was seeing.  His finger
slowly disappeared inside his hole!  I remember thinking that if
something could come out of a hole that was that little, then something
could go into it, too.  It wasn't long before his entire finger was
inside.

He was making a little humming sound, and I looked up.  His eyes were
open, but he had a kind of dreamy look on his face.  When I looked down
again, he was moving his finger slowly in and out of his hole.  Like...
fucking.  My dick was about as stiff as it ever got, and I reached down
to stroke it some.

Suddenly, I wanted the same thing he wanted.  I wanted my hard dick
exactly where his finger was.  Inside.  I kept stroking my dick, but with
the other hand I slowly pulled his hand away from his ass and his finger
out of his hole.  He knew what I was going to do.  He handed back the
tube of lotion.

I squeezed some more lotion on his hole and rubbed it around with my
finger.  The skin was so smooth there; all the little wrinkles just
smoothed out as I rubbed around and around.  I pushed the end of my
finger inside.

Inside!  He was hot in there.  And slippery.  My mouth was open as I
stared at my finger, slowly disappearing inside him.  So hot.  I turned
my finger a little, then I pulled it back and pushed again.  Like fucking
him.  Only with my finger.  My own finger.

"Ooooo yea, Chris.  Like that.  But your dick now, fuck me with your
dick..."

I wasn't sure just how to do that.  I pulled my finger out, and he rolled
over onto his belly.  He moved his legs apart and told me to get on top
of him.  I tried to keep my dick right at his hole, but it didn't go in.
It slipped around.  I looked down and held my dickhead with my fingers
and pushed it with my fingers.  I could feel his hole move.

Then I just held my dickhead there and pushed with my hips, like I had
pushed up against him when we hugged from the front.  I gasped when his
hole opened and my dick slipped in just a little bit.

"I'm going in... I'm going in, Andy...!" I was so excited.  The feeling
was something I hadn't known to expect, the heat of his ass around my
dickhead  -- all around it!

I pushed in a little more, and I could feel it!  I couldn't see it any
more, but I could feel his skin inside there sliding along my dickhead.
I shoved harder.  I don't know just how much of my three inches was
inside -- probably not much -- but a feeling I'd never expected shot up
along my dick and deep inside me.  My whole dickhead was in there; I
could feel that for sure.

Andy was moaning and pressing back at me.

I was inside him!  His ass was so tight against my dick; it was like
being pinched, but pinched by something so good, so nice, so very good...

I was fucking in and out a little almost before I realized that I had
started.  My dickhead was sliding along that smooth hot skin inside him,
and everytime I moved it felt like my dick was being swallowed, swallowed
by his big, round, smooth ass...

"Oh, yesssss..." Andy whispered.  "You're fucking me, yess... Fuck me,
little stud...fuck my ass...move your hard cock in there...fuck me fuck
me..."

And I did.  Something took over, and I just rode his ass like I'd done it
a million times before.  I couldn't move in very deep, and once I slipped
out when I pulled back too far, and I had to stick it back in.  But I
fucked him.  I fucked my big, beautiful cousin, fucked Andy... And it
wasn't long before the feeling began.

I was going to have a dry cum.  I was going to do it inside Andy, inside
his ass.  While fucking him.  Somehow I kept my little dick in him while
I rode in and out.

"Aaaaaaandygonna...do...it...gonna...happen..."  I could hardly get the
words out.

Down inside me something was happening.  It made my dick even harder, and
when I pictured my little dickhead racing back and forth along his smooth
skin inside, I began to shake.  It was happening to my dick I felt it
there getting bigger now my dick yes...

"OOOOOooooo...Oooooooo..." As my dry cum hit me I felt as though all my
insides would pour out of my peehole.  I shivered, and I couldn't stop.
"OOOOOOOOOOO..."

When it was over I just fell onto Andy's back.  My wet dick fell out of
his hole.  I was so tired, so weak, I couldn't move.  I could hardly
breath.

I had fucked him.

I lay there on top of him, listening to his ragged breath.  Neither one
of us could speak for a while.  His back was sweaty, and so was my chest,
my belly.  I loved the heat of him, the wetness, the smell of him.  My
dick was little now, but it felt so... satisfied.

He carefully rolled out from under me, and we were side by side.  He
hugged me to him, and I realized he had tears in his eyes.  But I know it
was okay because he kissed me.

I think maybe I fell asleep for a little bit.  I woke up feeling his
fingers tracing lightly down my chest and belly, and I looked up to see
him smiling.

"You fucked me.  Damn.  It was so good, Chris.  The way you felt inside,
the way you moved in me.  Oh, my god, Chris, it was unbelievable."

He lay back beside me.  "You are one hell of a little stud, cuz."

He couldn't have said anything that would have pleased me more.

We lay there for a long time, and, until he actually said it, I didn't
realize I'd been waiting for the question.

"Can I do you, Chris?  Can I fuck you?"

I knew he would ask, and I'd been afraid he would ask.  Did I want that?
Well, yes, I wanted to know, too, what it felt like.  And when I realized
that if he fucked me he'd actually cum inside me -- well, I wanted that,
too.  But I was afraid.  His cock was so much bigger than my dick.  And
my ass was so much smaller.  I didn't know if it could be done.

He could have been reading my mind.  "I don't know... if I can.  I mean,
I don't want to hurt you.  I'd go slow, Chris.  I'll be careful.  Let me
start with my fingers, and we'll see... what you want."

What I wanted was him to fuck me.  But I was afraid of it, too.  I rolled
over onto my belly, and my ass was right there by his hand.  Yes, I
wanted him to try.  At the very least, I wanted his fingers in me.  He
began to gently stroke my ass cheeks.  I sighed and relaxed.  He wouldn't
hurt me.  I knew that.