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Copyright © 10/04/2007
Had a cousin who stayed in
another state visit with his family when I was about 14 or 15. It was a hot
summer and this talkative little guy, who I'll just say, hadn't yet reached
puberty, took a strong liking
to me. The house was overrun with relatives, and there was a premium on beds so,
naturally, he and I ended up in a bed together.
Way over into the night,
we’d talk, his questions endless. He had a chipmunk face with large, oval eyes
and breath like a garbage disposal. Funny the way you remember things different,
once they're over with. Now, to my credit, I hadn’t
fallen for Jason initially. To me, he was just another gangly relative, of the
male persuasion to play with. Cowboys and Indians, cops and robbers, we played
them all.
Our house served as a sort
of, ‘family central’, my dad being the oldest of 8 brothers and sisters.
Whenever one of his siblings would visit from out of state, hordes of family
living locally would descend on our house and we’d have an impromptu family
reunion. Being one of the oldest of the children, I was given the responsibility of escorting a throng of
cousins to the local park. Jason tagged along, gleefully chattering as we
traveled, the city exciting to this rural boy.
We played at the park the
entire afternoon, me alternating between chaperoning and recklessly abandoning
my post to run amuck with the other kids. At one point, I desperately needed a
bathroom break, so I headed for the bathroom. Jason spied me and immediately ran
to join me.
“Where ya’ going? He
asked, his chipmunk cheeks billowing when he smiled.
“Gotta pee,” I said,
turning into the bathroom.
Jason entered with me and
we both sidled up to our respective urinals to do our business. I didn’t think
much of it until I glanced over and spied Jason’s little ding-a-ling. It
wasn’t remarkably big, or unusual but still, I found myself taking extra long
peeks. We both stood there, willing ourselves to pee, but weren’t having much
success. But neither of us said anything about what the other was obviously
doing.
Just then, this old drunk
walks in and steps up to a urinal. That should’ve been enough to send us
running out of there, but we’d crossed some kind of line and neither of us
budged. The old drunk takes out his dick and in minutes, it grew to a
ridiculously hard erection, jutting out his frayed slacks. As we stood there,
astonished, this guy started stroking himself, rubbing his leaky substance about
the head of his brick hard dick. Jason stared at it for a second, then looked up
at me, his face a combination of horror and incredulity. I looked at him then at
the man again, who was slowly turning towards us, his head down as if nothing
was happening, his dick still jutting from his pants. The absurdity of the whole
act suddenly struck me and I started to giggle. Jason looked back at the man,
then up at my giggling face and guffawed, laughing unabashedly at the old man.
Then he stepped back from the urinal, his dick still dangling from his jeans,
and wiggled his little peter in a lewd dance. I cackled and we both tucked our
dicks in our pants and jetted from the bathroom, laughing uncontrollably. All an
innocent act, so benign, I still didn’t make the connection.
Late that afternoon, I was
hanging in my bedroom, jaw jacking with Jason and another cousin of mine, Brian.
Now, Brian was so god damn cute to me, I couldn’t help fantasizing about him.
He was about 12 or 13, had a peaches and cream complexion and was all boy. He
talked little and played hard, his naturally, athletic build tight and
attractive. That little glimpse of Jason’s dick awakening something, I became
emboldened. After relating the story to him, Jason and I giggling the whole
time, I just blurted out,
“So, Brian. Take yours
out.”
“Uh, uh!” Brian
rebutted, jumping up.
I was so ablaze at that
point, I didn’t even let up. “Com’on,” I begged, praying he would
relent. Aghast, Brian made a quick exit, rejoining the group of other family
members. You know how, the thing that’s right under your nose is never
apparent? Here was Jason, sitting there all along, but all I could do was grieve
over not getting Brian.
“I’ll take mine out,”
He volunteered, in that slow southern drawl of his.
Hope renewed, I finally saw
Jason as something more than a little boy. By golly, Jason was a boy with a
dick! A dick he was apparently eager to display. With anticipation, I dared him
to take it out. Not needing any provocation, Jason stood, opening his
comfortable pair of Sears Wranglers. Aware he meant business, I quickly jumped
up and closed the door.
“Go in the bathroom,” I
directed, thrilled.
Jason halted long enough to
join me in the bathroom as I locked the door. Without hesitation, he dropped his
pants and pulled his dick out. It wasn’t hard and hung loosely from his
hairless groin.
Jason looked up at me, his
dick out, waiting to see if I approved. I reached down and gently caressed it
but it still didn’t get hard. Wrapping my hand about it, I stroked a couple of
times. Jason cooed softly, his pelvis nudging forward and then his dick started
to rise, hardening to a rigid 5 inches. Holding his shirt up, he gazed at my
hand on his dick, his shorts tucked just under his tender nuts.
“Good?” I asked.
“Sure is,” He drawled,
smiling.
The house was crawling with
relatives and I dared not do more, so I had him zip up and we left. That
evening, I could hardly eat, anticipating a night alone with Jason. To my
surprise, he asked if he could accompany me while I took my bath, right in front
of my mom. None the wiser, she went about her chores, cleaning up the kitchen
and I led Jason into the bathroom with me.
It was a little awkward at
first, sitting in the tub, naked in front of the boy, but we were laughing and
talking so much, I soon forgot it. When I stepped out the tub to dry off, Jason
stood, a towel around his waist.
“My turn,” He
announced, dropping his towel.
He jumped in the water
while I dressed in my jammies and we continued our revelry, but when he stepped
out, I was enthralled. His little body, glistening with water was so erotic, I
started feeling him up. He gazed at me, his dick hardening and, to this day I
don’t remember how, but next thing I knew, we were both naked.
I laid Jason on the
bathroom rug and parted his legs. He lay quietly as I looked at him, beholding
every hairless inch of his toffee brown anatomy. Captivated, I knelt between his
legs and engulfed his little, pulsing dick in my mouth. Jason trembled, his toes
wiggling as I whipped my mouth around his hard arrow. Suddenly, I wanted to
taste all of him. Wanted to consume him, to make him part of me.
Guiding his slim hips
upwards, I lapped between his legs, across his taut balls and below them to his
squeaky clean asshole. Spreading his legs wider, I exposed his tiny rosebud and
lapped hungrily at it. Up and down I licked, over his hole and up to his balls.
Jason was ecstatic, his eyes wide with wonder.
Now believe me when I say,
I’d never done this before so, how I thought to orchestrate a 69, I’ll never
know. I guess it was just natural, I wanted him on my dick too. Switching, I
stretched over him, diving between his smooth legs again as my dick dangled over
his head. Jason took to it like a fish to water, raising his head to slip his
warm mouth over my dick. I was in heaven, merely licking on his ass, but when I
felt his tongue wiggling against my dick, I reached nirvana. We were insatiable,
Jason trying with all his might to swallow my dick whole while I drooled over
his asshole.
Time slipping quickly by,
we were oblivious to how long we’d been in the bathroom. Hearing my moms
footsteps in the hall, I jumped up and quickly threw my PJ’s back on. Jason
did likewise, and we exited, sheepish grins on our face.
In my room, we were alone
and without interruptions. Almost immediately, we cuddled under the covers, our
legs entwining as we bear hugged each other. Jason’s warm body felt exquisite
next to mine and we hugged and caressed for what seemed an eternity. Long after
the house was quiet and everyone was asleep, we were still holding each other,
eventually sneaking in an occasional peck on the lips.
“Take them off,” I
said. Jason gladly disrobed, shimmying out of his pajamas and tossing them
aside. I did likewise and naked, we clasped together again, the sensation of
bare skin incredible. I caressed his back and he did likewise until finally, my
hands found his small, bare bottom. Passing my hand over his twin melons, I
pulled him tighter to me, the need for touch great. Jason felt on my smooth ass
too, but we never broke our embrace, our mutually hard dicks rubbing against
each other between us.
Once our need for contact
was finally satisfied, we eventually broke apart, each of us getting a new
thrill from looking at the other’s naked body by the moonlight. We were both
hard as bricks and mine was leaking a small trail of boy lube.
“Lemme suck yours,” I
requested, diving between Jason’s legs. He spread them, allowing me full
access as I passed my mouth up and down his throbbing hardness. Jason wiggled
about, the sensations numerous, his eyes wide again. Pushing the covers back, I
exposed him, the sight of his smooth, naked body incomprehensibly stimulating.
“Lemme do yours,” Jason
excitedly requested, sitting up.
I lay back, and by the
moonlight watched as he swooped down on my dick, his warm, wet mouth delightful.
In seconds, my hips were bucking and I was desperate to get off. Until then, the
only way I knew to release was to stroke my dick so, reaching down, I started
attempting a rhythm. Jason wouldn’t let go of my dick, however, and the best I
could do was to stroke my shaft.
Jason locked onto the head
of my dick, gazing up at me as he sucked, his tongue wiggling about the
sensitive part of my dick. My hips reared upwards, clearing the bed and I was
whacking the shaft of my dick so hard, my hand was literally bopping Jason in
the chin. Still, he wouldn’t let go and his wiggling tongue started to feel
good.
I could tell this orgasm
was going to be off the charts because I was whipping my hips like a bucking
bronco. See, back then, getting off was hard work, often leaving me totally
wasted and exhausted. My first time jacking off, it took 45 minutes to finally
find a rhythm that could bring release. Each time, it was like I was learning to
jack off, all over again.
Lost in my own pleasure, I
writhed about, bucking my hips and stroking my shaft. To my surprise, Jason held
on, riding my dick like a professional cowboy, his tongue still wiggling on that
spot right under my pee-hole.
“I’m cumming!” I
yelped, release imminent, but Jason stayed locked on my dick, his wiggling
tongue causing me to virtually tremble.
“I’m cumming!!!!” I
announced again, my hips raised to the sky, my back arched like a circus
acrobat.
Jerking and bucking wildly,
I watched, utterly shocked as my dick unleashed into Jason’s hungry mouth.
Moaning and whimpering, I whipped my hips, my stroking hand practically knocking
Jason’s fillings out, banging against his chin uncontrollably. It was the most
incredible moment in my life. I couldn’t believe the power of my release but,
coupled with Jason’s voracious mouth, I was enraptured. Jason utterly refused
to let go, his mouth socketed down on my spurting dick, as round after round of
pent up hotness leaped out.
Then he did something
totally unexpected. He swallowed. Gulping hungrily, he didn’t let one drop
slip, slurping loudly as he lapped. Glug, glug, glug, he swallowed, expertly
gulping my every drop. I watched mesmerized, my dick firing uncontrollably as
Jason rode it, up and down, guzzling my seed. If you had held a gun to my head
that morning and asked me what was the last thing I expected to happen that day,
I would’ve had brains for breakfast before I’d guess this!!
“Daaaaaaang!” I
exclaimed, falling to the bed. I’d seen it and I still didn’t believe it.
Smiling contently, Jason finally pulled up off my dick, wiping the last dribbles
of my cum away with the back of his hand.
“You swallowed it?!”
Jason nodded his head. Then I had to know. “What it taste like?”
Now, you’re not going to
believe this and I know you think I’m making this whole story up, but honest
to God, this really happened. Jason beamed at me and replied,
“Taste just like caaan-dy!”
Jason and his new bride
visited my folks this past summer. His dad hadn’t visited my dad in 32 years
and it was too momentous to pass up. Jason’s sister came also and we sat
around my folks house, chewing the fat like old times. I’m happily gay now and
enjoy the company of men but I couldn’t get a fix on what Jason was about,
despite his new bride.
We talked for a few minutes
alone one evening but I never brought up our tawdry evening, so many years ago.
Jason was different. Reserved, quiet and determined to present an unquestionably
straight exterior. But still, there was something between us that neither dare
speak, each for different reasons, rumbling beneath the exterior.
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