Date: Fri, 8 Jun 2012 04:57:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: The Kitchen Sink

This happened one summer a number of years ago, when family members from
out of town came to celebrate a wedding.  My uncle, his wife and their
thirteen-year-old son Bobby stayed at our house for three days. My name is
James, but everyone calls me Jimmy. I'm fifteen years old, fairly athletic
and I guess you could describe me as good-looking. I'm 5'11" tall, weigh
about 160 pounds, and I have light brown hair and brown eyes. I play youth
baseball in our hometown and I would bet that most people would describe me
as lanky, but still muscular.

We don't usually see my uncle and his family that often, maybe once a year
at family functions, because they live fairly far away. I hadn't seen my
cousin Bobby in about two years. My relatives had arrived late on Thursday
afternoon just before I came home from baseball practice. I had gotten a
ride home with one of my teammates so, as I walked into my side of the
house, I heard my dad call me to come around back to the deck.

 I went through the usual family greetings with my aunt and uncle saying
things like "look how much he has grown" and asking questions about school
and sports. While this was going on I couldn't help noticing that my cousin
Bobby was sneaking looks at me in a kind of strange way, in between staring
in embarrassment at the ground. I knew why he was staring at the ground;
because he was mortified by his parents as all teenagers are. I thought
maybe he was giving me strange looks because I was still in my dirty
baseball uniform, but that wasn't quite it.

"Shake hands with your cousin, Bobby," my aunt insisted, forcing her son to
comply like all parents do, creating uncomfortable situations for their
kids.

"You should try out for baseball like your cousin, Bobby," my uncle
suggested in forced jovial tone, embarrassing my cousin even more.

As I went over to shake hands with my little cousin, I rolled my eyes to
let him know that I understood how stupid parents could be. Bobby mumbled
his greetings as he was told and then he kind of kept looking down at his
feet as he scuffed his toes on the deck. He had definitely grown since I'd
seen him last; he had been an eleven-year-old boy and now was a developing,
but still skinny, teenager. My cousin had slightly curly black hair and
unusual blue-green eyes. He was actually kinda cute.

We made stupid small talk for a few minutes mainly because my aunt told
Bobby to ask me about baseball.  I sort of noticed Bobby looking at me now
and again as we had our forced conversation.  After talking a bit with my
aunt and uncle, my dad and told me to go get cleaned up for dinner which
was going to be a cook out on the deck. I did as I was told and I went over
to my side of the house to shower and change clothes. It is important to
describe the layout of our house because it plays a part in what happened
between my cousin Bobby and me.

My house, which sits on a very small horse farm, is fairly interesting
because it is literally one small house and one very large addition that
were put together. The original house had only a kitchen, a combination
living and dining room, two bedrooms, one bathroom, a basement, and an
attic dormer. After land values went up in our area, my family sold half of
our acreage to a developer.  As part of the deal the developer built a
large modern house that was four times the size of the original house. So
while technically this giant new house is the addition, in actuality the
old house looks like an add-on to the new. This is important because when I
was old enough to go to high school my parents allowed me to stay in the
attic dormer in the old house. This afforded me a great deal of privacy as
I was as far away from the bedrooms of the new house as it was possible to
be. I also had access to the old kitchen in case I wanted to prepare my own
meal or grab a snack.

We had our dinner out on the deck, which was great because of the food, but
was pretty boring because of the adult's conversation.  My cousin was very
well-mannered and well-behaved as adults would say; he answered when spoken
to, but he seemed shy, he either looked down at his food or off into the
distance to avoid eye contact.  When it was expected, he made polite small
talk with my parents and with me.  He would look at me directly when
addressing me, but as soon as he finished speaking, he quickly looked down
with an abashed smile. After what seemed like forever listening to our
parents drone on and on, we were finally dismissed for the night after
cleaning up some of the dishes after dessert at around 9:00 PM.  For this
visit, it had been decided that the adults would stay in the newest part of
house and Bobby would stay in the extra bedroom in the old part of the
house.

"Jimmy, why don't you take Bobby to his room and show him where everything
is?" my mom suggested, "He must be tired after a long trip."

"Bobby, you better take your shower tonight because we have to get an early
start tomorrow," my uncle ordered.  All of us needed to be ready for some
sort of early wedding rehearsal function.

"I want you in bed by 10:30 young man."

"Yes sir," my cousin replied in meek obedience.

Bobby looked downcast.  Why do adults say and do these things? I asked
myself.

"Jimmy, make sure he does as he is told," my uncle commanded.

"I will."

Great, now I get to be the jerk.  Of course, my dad had to add to it.

"James, the adults are going to stay up awhile and talk.  We'll call on you
two at 7:30 AM sharp.  Be ready."

"Yes, Dad."

Well, at least we wouldn't be bothered until morning.  I felt bad for Bobby
being treated like he was ten years old.

On our way over to my side of the house I commented, "Parents can be such
jerks."

"I know," my cousin agreed with sadness in his voice and in his expression.

I made sure that Bobby could find everything, showed him where the bathroom
was and told him to feel free ask me if he needed anything.  I offered to
stay up and talk, but my cousin shyly declined, saying he would just take a
shower and go to bed.  To make him feel better I added that he could stay
up as late as he wanted; it was okay by me.

He looked up and smiled.

"Thank you, Jimmy."

"No problem."

I felt like I wanted to give him a hug.  I uncomfortably gave him a pat on
the back.

I went to my room and I thought about my cousin.  I could hear the shower
running.  When I heard my cousin return to his room, I waited a little
while and then decided to turn in myself.

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The air-conditioning in the old part of the house wasn't very efficient
during the heat of the summer and so I usually slept completely naked under
just a sheet. Just after midnight, I woke up hot and sweaty and I thought I
would go down to the kitchen to have a glass of water. Since we had guests
I decided I would throw on my terrycloth bathrobe to go to the kitchen. I
turned on the small fluorescent light just over the sink, got a glass out
of the cabinet and ran the faucet to get the water a little cold. After
pouring myself a glass and taking a few swallows I thought I saw someone at
the entrance to the kitchen in the dim light. It was Bobby.

"Hey, sorry Bobby, I didn't mean to wake you," I apologized, "I was just so
hot that I decided to come down to get a glass of water."

"Oh don't worry Jimmy, you didn't wake me up. I was having trouble sleeping
because of the heat, too," Bobby explained.

"Would you like a glass of water?" I offered.

"Yes please," Bobby said politely.

I got another glass from the cabinet and poured him some cold water. As
Bobby stepped in the dim, blue-ish light to take the glass, I noticed he
was wearing light cotton pajamas that damply clung to his adolescent
body. The bottoms were a light blue cotton and the white top had had
pictures of motocross bikes in different colors.  He noticed that I was
looking.

"My parents told me because I was staying at another person's house that I
should wear pajamas," he said somewhat embarrassedly.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Nobody's gonna come over to the side of the
house anyway, so you don't have to wear anything to sleep in if you don't
want to," I explained.

Bobby blushed a bright crimson red. "Oh.. oh.. Okay," he stammered,
diverting his eyes downward, away from mine.

We finished drinking and I put the glasses aside.

"This side of house gets really hot in the summer. I usually just sleep
naked to try and stay cool," I explained.  I noticed Bobby fidgeting a bit
as I said this.

"What do you usually wear to sleep in at home?" I asked.

Bobby gulped a little.  "Usually just my underwear, but sometimes I
... sometimes I sleep naked," Bobby said more quietly.

"That's cool with me.  I won't tell if you want to," I tried to say as
casually as possible, sensing something to Bobby's nervousness.

"OK."  Bobby paused.  He was looking off to the side and seemed to be
debating something with himself.  I waited.

Then he looked up and asked very quietly, "Jimmy ... are you ... naked
now?"  He bit his lip.

"You mean under my robe?"  Stupid question.

Bobby nodded.

"Yeah," was all I could say.

"Jimmy?  Could I ... see ... your ...," Bobby's question trailed off.

"Well ... yeah.  If you want," I said with some uncertainty, "Haven't you
seen one before?"  Another stupid question.  "I mean like in gym or
something?"

"No.  I haven't even seen my Dad's," Bobby sheepishly admitted.

I stepped back from the kitchen counter so my lower body was in the light
from the undercabinet fixture.  I loosened the terrycloth belt of my robe
and let it part.

"Oh," Bobby involuntarily exclaimed as my hooded cock and low-hanging
testicles were exposed to view.  Bobby just stared, his eyes were wide and
his jaw dropped in a dumbfounded expression.

After lengthy silence Bobby said with amazement, "It's so big.  And you've
got hair.  I mean, you've got a lot and it's dark."

Bobby was pretty accurate in his description. My cock wasn't big exactly,
more long and skinny; it did hang down a good four and a half inches and my
balls just below that. And I did have a pretty good triangle of dark black
hair. As Bobby continued to stare and I became more aware of what was
happening; I was standing near-naked in the kitchen with my robe open
showing myself to my thirteen-year-old cousin.  I began to feel the blood
flow into my cock; it lengthened and started to rise a tiny bit. Now what
was I going do? Should I cover up?

Before I could answer those questions Bobby asked, "Can I... Can I ...
touch it?"

I definitely wanted him to, but if I didn't cover up now I was going to get
full-blown hard on.

"Yeah, go ahead," I said huskily as I felt my mouth get a little dry.

Bobby reached out and then hesitated a little, unsure of himself. He looked
up at me as if wanting to make sure he had my permission. The look on his
face of wanting it filled me with a rush of desire. I could feel the
beating of my heart in my chest and with each pulse I felt my cock throb,
fill out and rise.

"I want you to," I admitted with some desire in my voice.

When Bobby's fingers gently touched my stiffening member it felt
electric. Bobby slid the skin of my shaft lightly back and forth. The blood
rushed and I could feel the heat. My shaft lengthened to its full 6 1/2
inch length in a matter of seconds. I noticed that I could smell my own
scent in the air.

"Oh wow," Bobby marveled unthinkingly, seeing another guy's erect cock for
the first time. He lightly pulled down my shaft and then let it spring
back. I was fully stiff.

I noticed something else too; the crotch of Bobby's light cotton summer
pajamas was sticking out. Bobby was getting hard; he was excited seeing my
package.

"Bobby, I want to see you too. Can I take off your pajamas?" I asked.

"Okay," was the timid reply.

He let go of my penis and I reached out to pull the damp cotton top up over
Bobby's head. Bobby was pretty thin and lean, actually he kind of looked
like I did when I was in middle school. I then knelt down in the dim light
of the kitchen. I could see Bobby had fully tented out the thin blue cotton
of his pajama shorts. Bobby looked pretty long. I reached out for the
elastic waistband on each side of his hips. I took it in my fingers and
pulled it away from his body so it could clear his erection. I pulled the
cotton shorts down to his ankles and Bobby stepped out of them one foot at
a time. I looked up and saw a long, thin, penis capped with a foreskin that
completely covered Bobby's cockhead coming to a delicate circular point. I
could see the family resemblance: long and thin. Bobby had only the
lightest strands, the very beginnings of any pubic hair.  Glancing up I
could see Bobby's face looking down; he was flushed and maybe a little
embarrassed.

"That's a real nice cock," I said flatteringly.

I could see Bobby relax a bit. He smiled shyly.

Now I was the one to ask, "Can I touch yours?"

"Uh-huh," Bobby willingly agreed.

I took his long five-incher delicately in my left hand.  It was as thin as
my finger, hard and springy.  I tugged lightly and the tight skin pulled
back halfway to reveal a purple head peeking out.  After a few moments
gazing at the delicious sight, I let Bobby's foreskin roll back up and gave
the very tip a little squeeze with my thumb and forefinger. Bobby gave a
little "ooh" of surprise and then giggled with delight.

"That tickles Jimmy."

"Does it feel good?" I asked him, despite knowing the answer to such an
obvious question.

"Mm hmm!" Bobby replied ingenuously.

I ran my fingertips of my left hand delicately down the long thin shaft of
his erection. I used my fingernails to gently ruffle the few just-darkening
strands of hair on my cousin's pubic mound. Looking up, I saw Bobby
staring, rapt with attention as my hand traced its way downward to caress
his hairless scrotum. My cousin visibly shivered at the ecstatic sensation.

"Oh Jimmy!" exclaimed the boy in a breath of pure gratitude.

Moving in closer, I began to trace my way around his smooth hip with my
left hand.

"Bobby, do you ever play with yourself?" I inquired, while I took his boner
in my right hand.

My cousin gulped and stammered, "Y-y-yes, s-s-some s-sometimes." He looked
away in embarrassment.

"It's okay. Don't be embarrassed. All guys do it," I reassured him.

"Guys fool around all the time," I continued.  Unconsciously I stroked my
left hand over the smooth skin of my cousin's rear offering comfort.

"They do?"

"Yeah, I've fooled around more times than I can count with the guys on the
baseball team," I answered.

"If you want to it's okay. Just ask."

I left an opening for my cousin to give his go-ahead. I really wanted to
suck his uncut cock. What he said next stunned me.

"Jimmy ...," there was an uncertain pause.

"Do you want to fuck me?" my cousin uttered in a hushed voice.

This was serious. I had to be sure.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes. I've wanted to do it with someone for a long time, but I didn't know
who to ask," Bobby confided, "Will you?"

He looked down with innocent expectation as I kneeled before him.

My answer was one of action. I stood, filled with lust. My erection jutted
prominently between us. Bobby's expression was a mixture of fear and
desire. I slid my robe from my shoulders and dropped it to the floor.

"Get up on the counter," I directed with rising urgency.

I helped lift Bobby up onto the kitchen counter in front of the sink. I
stepped between his thighs putting one on each side of my hips. We both
looked down as the dripping tip of my cock brushed against Bobby's soft,
hanging sack.

"Put your arms around my neck," I told Bobby. I held his back with my right
hand and with my left I reached down into the cleft of his smooth cheeks
and put my thumb at his moist entrance.

"Oooh!" Bobby sighed. I could feel the puffy ring tense up as I touched
him. As I pushed and wriggled the tip of my thumb on Bobby's moist rosebud
it relaxed somewhat.  His erection twitched in concert with each
contraction and dilation of his anus.  Bobby began to breathe more rapidly
and his eyes became less focused.  Was my fingering going to make him come?

"I want to put it in, Bobby," I asserted with horny insistence.

"Okay," was his barely whispered answer.  Bobby was scared, but we both
knew he wanted it.

"Don't worry.  I'll be gentle," I tenderly assured him.

I lifted Bobby upwards with my right hand around his waist, pulling him
into a close embrace. Bobby's arms reached under mine, his hands grasping
at my shoulders to help.  We were both beaded with perspiration.

"Scoot forward," I directed.  As Bobby slid his hips almost completely off
the kitchen counter, I pulled his cleft farther apart using my just freed
thumb.  My dripping cockhead slid down the dark line leading from Bobby's
wrinkled scrotum to lodge in the recess surrounding his quivering anus.

"Just open up like you did before," I encouraged.  I began to push my
pointed tip into the velvety folds of his orifice.  A sticky wetness
squeezed from under my foreskin.  The intensity of the sensation sent a
wave of ecstasy through my body.  My muscles were taut as I tried to slowly
enter my thirteen-year-old cousin.  I felt my foreskin roll back as it slid
past the entrance of Bobby's rectum. I held my breath as I tried to go as
easy as possible on my cousin's virgin opening.

"Ahhh...nngh," Bobby gasped as my spongy head pushed inside the tight
muscular ring.

His arms clung more tightly to my sweaty back. His thighs went
involuntarily higher. This opened him more to my penetrating phallus.

"It's okay.  You're doing fine," I reassured.

I let out my breath in short pants as a pushed in a little at a time. I
could feel the heat on my shaft. As I moved more and more of my near seven
inches into Bobby, he began to whine. I leaned down closer to his face.

"Sshh. You have to keep it down," I admonished.

Bobby bit his lower lip and nodded in affirmation. I was having trouble
controlling my lust and Bobby, who had half of my rod up his ass, was
barely able to hold back.

"Wrap your legs around my back," I whispered, "Lift up a little."

I could now get a better angle and I continued push. I could feel my thighs
touching the cabinet under the sink. As I slid the last couple inches of my
erect cock into Bobby, I could feel my balls touching the cool countertop.

"Are you okay?" I asked, Bobby's face just inches from mine. I could see
his blue-green eyes welling with tears.

"Yeah," Bobby gulped.

"I'm gonna try sliding in and out little, okay?"

Bobby nodded.

Now, I had entered Bobby dry, but the heat of the summer night and the
natural creaminess of an active teenage boy made entry easier than I
expected.  I still held Bobby around the waist with my right hand, but I
moved my left hand up to the cabinet above the sink to steady myself as I
began very slowly to pump my cousin's ass.

"Oooh," Bobby cooed, his lips pursing, eyes half closed from sheer
sensation.

With each movement of my shaft Bobby gave delicate sounds of pleasure. I
felt charged with lust hearing my cousin's sensual exhalations, feeling his
moist breath between us. It provoked an equally primal response in me.

"Uhhn...uhnn," I grunted repeatedly, synchronized to the boy's intimate
whispers.

I grasped Bobby even tighter about the waist. I spread my feet a bit more
and began to increase the rate and depth of my thrusts. I was torn in my
muscular exertions; I held my young cousin up in the air to prevent a full
penetration of his virgin bottom, yet my hips were driven by the most basic
of urges, to ram the full-length of my cock in to its very root. Bobby was
writhing in my embrace. I took my left hand off of the cabinet and ran it
through the damp hair the back of Bobby's neck. I pulled him closer to my
chest. I wanted to kiss him and take his breath into me.

I put my lips up to his ear and votively whispered, "Oh, God!"

I was losing my grip, both physically as Bobby slid lower in our sweaty
embrace and, mentally as I seemed unable to restrain my desire penetrate
and possess as deeply as possible my young cousin.  The heat from his
hairless thighs was intense.  The sweat from Bobby's cleft was adding to
the slipperiness of our coupling. I could feel the hair of my balls
clinging wetly to Bobby's smooth bottom as I pulled back several inches
from his opening.  My thighs were sliding on the slippery counter in front
of the sink as I slid those inches back in.  Bobby was having trouble
keeping his legs gripping my sweat-slick sides due to the increased
intensity of my pounding.

As I pistoned in and out, my respirations turned from curtailed snorts to
more and more forceful grunts.

"Oh... Jimmy... Please...," my cousin desperately pleaded.

I could barely focus. There was but on one task: to empty myself. I was
having trouble holding back. I wanted this to last, but I was driven by
madness. I became aware of my cousin's voice, loud and insistent.

"Stop.  Jimmy stop," Bobby groaned through clenched teeth while
simultaneously trying to use his arms and legs to pull himself up and away
from my rampant thrusts. I stopped and using both of my hands under each
cheek of his ass, I held Bobby up.

"I can't... It's going too deep," Bobby said with a pained expression on
his face, "My legs keep sliding down and it hurts."

After a few moments to catch my breath, I responded.

"It's okay Bobby," I reassured him, "I don't want to hurt you. I know of
another way we can do it and it won't hurt as much."

"I'm gonna slide it out. Just sit on the counter for a sec," I directed.

"Mmnnh... Oooh... oooh!" Bobby panted as I eased my length slowly from his
rectum. Bobby's tightness rolled my foreskin back over the swollen head of
my cock as it came free.

"Bobby, if you stand here and lean over the counter it won't go in as
deep," I explained indicating the small rug on the floor in front of the
kitchen sink. "Look, if you don't want to do it anymore that's okay," I
paused looking at my cousin sitting on the counter in the dim light.

Bobby glanced downward, averting his eyes and said shyly, "No, I want to."

"I want to, too," I truthfully agreed. I reach for my cousin helped the boy
down from the countertop.

"Turn around and lean on the counter," I directed, "Put your arms there." I
helped Bobby position his forearms on the counter in front of the sink. I
could see the damp hair clinging to the back of Bobby's neck framed between
his delicate shoulder blades.

"Spread your legs a little wider," I suggested, assisting him with my hand
on the inside of his thigh.

"I'm going to slide back in, but if it starts to hurt tell me and I'll
stop."

"Okay, Jimmy," was the barely audible reply.

I stood behind my cousin, his back agleam in the fluorescent light. As my
cock brushed his ass lightly, Bobby let out a little gasp. I felt a rush of
lust as I reached down spread his cheeks. Bobby was moist and hot. As I
felt the puffiness of Bobby's orifice with my left thumb, he moaned. I
rolled back my foreskin and placed the blood-engorged tip of my penis at
the very center of the opening. I lightly pushed forward. I could feel
Bobby tense up.

"Just relax. Let it in slowly. Take your time," I reassured.

Bobby's hole spasmed a bit as the pointy, thin head pushed in.

"Nnhh...nnnhh," Bobby exhaled in short panting breaths.

"You're doing great Bobby," I complimented.

I slowly pushed in a fraction of an inch at a time. Bobby let out little
"oohs" and "ahs" with every inward movement. I had about four inches in and
I was afraid to go any deeper in case my cousin couldn't handle it.

"Are you doing okay?"

"Yeah," Bobby said a bit breathlessly.

"I'm going to push in and out a little now. If it hurts let me know and
I'll stop."

I started with very slow movements. The heat surrounding my member was like
a furnace. Bobby's ring gripped my shaft.  When I pulled out, Bobby's ring
inverted from friction and tightness and even in the shadows the redness of
his anal opening was apparent. I began to lengthen my strokes. This,
combined with Bobby's increasing wetness, broke the sticky seal of skin on
skin. Bobby lowered his head and pushed back to take more.

My thighs were starting to come into wet contact with the back of Bobby's
legs. I reached around to feel Bobby's nipples. They were hard. My cousin
moaned in satisfaction and shook his head from side to side. His body
undulated from overwhelming sensations. I stopped pumping and I slid my
left hand down between Bobby's legs. I barely touched the dripping tip of
his thin boyhood.  A groan of agony that I could feel as well as hear was
the response.

"Mmm... nnhh."

I reached further down and my fingertips brushed Bobby's contracted ball
sack.

"Ohh...ohhh."

I could feel Bobby's rigid shaft jump. The muscles encircling my phallus
constricted. I didn't think my cousin would be able to hold out much
longer. I didn't think I could hold out much longer.

My shaft became even more rigid and my cock head felt like it was going to
burst.

"Bobby, I'm almost there. I need to shove it in and out. Can you handle
it?" I asked.

"Yes. Do it," Bobby tensely exhaled.

Bobby braced himself against the counter. I pulled back a little and then
began pumping, just a little at first, one inch of movement, back and
forth, in and out.  I grabbed Bobby's hips with both of my hands trying not
to go in to the hilt, but we were slick with perspiration and the thinness
of my long shaft meant that I was fighting a losing battle.

"Oh ... unh ... unghh," my cousin groaned again and again with every
movement.

His lust fired mine; I could feel the blood pounding harder and harder in
my neck. Two inches, back and forth, in and out.  Bobby tilted his hips
wanting more. I gave him what he wanted.

I took a wider stance, bending slightly at the knees. Then, I let go of
Bobby's hips and grabbed the edge of the kitchen counter allowing him to
push my entire six and a half inch cock into his ass.

"Aaaahh," Bobby too loudly moaned.

"Sshh!"  I scolded sharply, putting my hand over the boy's gaping mouth.  I
bent lower putting my lips next to his ear.

"Keep it down.  We don't want to get caught."  I was worried. There would
be no explanation possible if anyone were to come downstairs and find the
two of us; my young cousin bent over and me with my rod buried in his ass.

"I'm sorry," Bobby apologized, "I can't help it."

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked forcefully, knowing he didn't.

After a short pause, "No ... I want you to fuck me," my cousin quietly
admitted with a yearning in his voice.  "It feels so good, but it hurts at
the same time."

I could feel Bobby's body, hot and sweaty, against mine.  There was no
question I was going to have him completely.

"You're going to get all of my cock now, Bobby," I stated matter-of-factly.

I felt his inadvertent shudder of fearful desire.

Bobby's arms were still braced against the counter. I wrapped my right arm
around his lean, sweaty torso and pulled him more upright and even closer
to me. I could smell his hair.  My left hand grasped my cousin's left thigh
and I pulled him slowly, but steadily back to take the full length of my
phallus.

"Ahh ... Mmmnngh"

The thirteen-year-old bit his lip in a futile attempt to suppress a groan.
He writhed trying to adjust to the six and a half inch intrusion.

"Oohh ... Nnn ... Nnngh"

Bobby's moaning fired my desire.  I could no longer restrain myself; the
heat, the slipperiness, the tightness, I had to thrust. My thighs lifted
the boy again and again until my cousin stood on the tips of his toes. I
could feel the moist cleft of my cousin's buttocks pressing my damp pubes
tightly between us. I repeatedly grunted in visceral satisfaction.

"Oh ... ohh ... Jimmy."

The boy was lost in ecstasy. He arched his back and threw his head
rearward. He was torn between his ardent desire to force his hips back to
take all that was being given and the fervid need to try to escape the
iron-hard rod sliding in and out of his burning anal ring.

"Oh ... God!  Jimmy," Bobby desperately implored.

I took my hand from Bobby's thigh and clasped his gasping mouth, closing
his lips with my fingers.

"Shush," I breathed forcefully into the boy's ear. I pumped harder, I
couldn't stop.

"Mggh ...gnna ...kuh..."

Bobby inarticulated garbled sounds as I tried to silence the boy by shoving
my fingers into his mouth, all the while pounding my cock into his
clenching ass.

"Mmngg ... kkuhh ...kkkung ...Gnngghh!"

Bobby forced himself back hard into my embrace. Every muscle in my cousin's
young body tensed. I could feel his sphincter contract strongly, spasming
over and over as jet after jet of ejaculate erupted from the hard jerking
of his long, skinny penis.

At this, I gave my strongest and deepest thrusts. I clenched my teeth, my
nostrils flared and I snorted hot passionate breaths onto the curl-covered
nape of my cousin's neck. I crushed the boy closer to me, my hips locked
and I came.

"Gnngh! ... Gnngh! ... Gnngh!!"

"I'm coming in your hole Bobby!" I breathlessly declared, my lips just
touching my cousin's left ear.

I held on as time stopped. The intensity of each ebbing throb of my orgasm
was increased by my awareness that I had driven my semen as deeply as
possible into the boy.

As the pulsations subsided, I lowered my cousin's feet to the floor, my
thighs too weary to hold the boy on tiptoe any longer.  My left hand fell
from his lips.  We were both dripping with sweat, panting in unison, out of
breath. I eased my embrace, my right hand brushing Bobby's still erect
nipple, causing an involuntary gasp of pleasure from the
thirteen-year-old. Trying to recover, Bobby leaned against the kitchen
counter and I leaned exhausted upon his back, slick with our perspiration.
My orgasm was so intense that I lost my erection more quickly than usual. I
felt my semi-limp cock slowly slide from my cousin's orifice, still sloppy
with spunk.

I stepped back from the naked boy. He turned toward me, still flushed with
the heat of passion, glistening in the light, the damp curls of his black
hair clung to his forehead. I brushed them away and looked into his
upturned eyes, surrounded as they were by lashes damp with tears and sweat.

"Bobby that was the greatest moment of my life."

With that, I tenderly hugged my cousin to my chest. He hugged back, placing
his head next to my beating heart. Moments passed and then we became aware
of time and space. We needed to get back to our rooms in case anyone had
heard something.  I also became aware that we were a slippery mess; my limp
cock slid against Bobby's naked torso.

"We better get cleaned up, Bobby," I advised.

I knelt down and grabbed my terrycloth robe to hurriedly towel the sweat
and come from my cousin's body. I was more delicate and deliberate near his
penis.  Bobby giggled as I brushed away a single creamy white pearl
adhering to the tip of his prepuce. I turned the boy around and wiped our
sweat from his back and his thighs.

"Lean over Bobby," I directed with some urgency in order to finish up as
quickly as possible.

As I spread the cheeks of the boy's buttocks, I could see, smearing the
reddened cleft, a sticky mix of sweat and semen. I delicately wiped the
puffy rim of my cousin's anus.  Had my shaft just been sliding in and out
of this delicate opening?

"Okay that's that. Turn around and let me help you get your pajama bottoms
on," I suggested.

I helped the boy slide the blue bottoms of his pajamas on one leg at a
time. Before pulling them up all the way I reached out with my index finger
and tickled Bobby's drooping penis. We both laughed.  I got to my feet
still naked and sweaty.

"Put your top on Bobby."

I took a few moments to straighten out my soiled robe before putting it
on. Geez, what a mess, but I'd deal with that later.

"Jimmy?"

"Yeah, what?" I asked, somewhat distracted in belting my robe.

"Jimmy, I spermed all over the sink," Bobby said with trepidation.

I glanced up. Bobby had a worried look on his face, like I was going to get
mad at him or something.  I turned to take a look.  Wow! There was watery
semen on the faucets, on the tiles behind them, as well as in the sink, it
was also on the cabinets and on the floor.

"Well, the stuff in the sink looks like yours, but I bet you some of that
on the floor is mine," I said giving my cousin a wry smile. Bobby relaxed
seeing that I wasn't going to get angry with him.

"Look, you better get back to your room. I'll take care of this," I warned.

"Okay."

"Oh, and Bobby," I added, halting him after he stepped toward the door,
"This was really special and you're a really special guy."

Bobby smiled. He looked happy.

"It was special for me, too, Jimmy."

"You better get going. I'll wake you at 6:30."

I wiped down the sink, faucets and floor with some wet paper towels. Bobby
had shot a lot. I cleaned up the cabinets with my robe, which, by the way,
I hid in my closet until I could sneak it into the wash.  I listened for
voices or footsteps from the other part of the house, but I didn't hear
any.  We had gotten away with it.  I turned out the fluorescent light and
went to my room.

I got back into bed about a quarter to one; that meant that Bobby and I had
been naked and screwing for probably fifteen minutes! I lay awake for a
while running over everything that had happened.  We could have been
caught. It was my first time doing "it," I had only jacked and sucked with
my friends. Bobby was going to be here for two more nights. Even though I
was mentally and physically spent, I slept fitfully until my alarm went
off.

I woke up early the next morning to check the kitchen over before my
parents got up, just in case. There were a few spots that I missed. I took
a quick shower and got Bobby up to do the same. I didn't want his dad to
think he hadn't showered the night before and I certainly didn't want to
have to explain why his son was taking another!  I found out from Bobby
that my come had leaked out of his hole a little during the night and had
soiled his pajama bottoms. He rinsed them out when he took his shower and
later we used a hair dryer to make sure they were dry enough in case my
cousin had to put them on for his parents.  It wasn't necessary; my cousin
slept naked for the next two nights.

Bobby and I were both so exhausted from our midnight kitchen liason that,
after we came home from the wedding rehearsal, we both took an afternoon
nap.  Our mom's said later that we "must have been tuckered out from all
the excitement."  Bobby and I both laughed and agreed with that comment.

Oh, by the way, I did get the chance to suck Bobby's cock like I had wanted
to and he got the chance to suck mine, but that's what happened on the
second night and that's another story in itself, maybe next time.

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This is my first fictional story, actually it is 99% fiction, the house
really existed and so did the sink and kitchen counter for that matter, but
it wasn't mine.  You would think writing fiction would be easier than fact,
but this took much longer to write than my remembering actual events.  I
hope you liked it.  Please check out my other Nifty stories: "School Supply
Closet," "The Empty Apartment," and the "Dirty Tommy" series.

All Rights Reserved.  Copyright 2012.