Date: Mon, 14 Oct 2002 14:47:14 -0700 (PDT) From: xlent dude <email@example.com> Subject: cousin's visit I had just sat down with the paper and fresh cup of coffee when I heard a knock at the door. I don't have many unexpected visitors, so it came as quite a surprise. When I opened the door, I was almost shocked. It was my cousin Ryan. I hadn't seen him in about two years; since before I moved across the country. "Hey cuz," he said. "Ryan? What are you doing here?" I asked. "It's a long story," he replied. "Well, get in here," I offered, stepping away from the door and helping him with his bag. I'd never been very close with Ryan's family and to be honest we were more like strangers than cousins. I hadn't seen him for about two years and he had just turned sixteen then. I figured something was up and didn't want to press, so I played it cool and offered him coffee and asked if he'd like some breakfast. He was eager to accept and offered to help. "You look like you could use a shower," I suggested. "Why don't you go get cleaned up and I'll make something to eat." Ryan followed me to the master bath where I started the shower and got him a towel. He put his bag on the counter and removed his hooded sweatshirt. "My God," I thought to myself, "this kid is built." I told him to come down when he was ready and gave him his privacy. Shit he was built. Ryan is about six feet tall and 160 pounds. He ran cross- country in high school and his body is tight and lean. His jet black hair complimented his fair complexion very nicely. He was a great-looking kid. Although I was 10 years, it is very obvious that we share a common lineage. I made some toast and scrambled some eggs. Ryan came into the kitchen about 15 minutes later. He was wearing a pair of gray fleece sweatpants. His bare chest was smooth and tight and glistened with small droplets of water from his shower. His black hair was wet and spiked straight up. I told him there was juice in the fridge and where to find glasses. I plated up the toast and eggs and carried them to the patio. We talked while we ate. He said that his family had been treating him like shit and he had finally had enough and decided to "get the fuck out". Ryan had always been a good kid so I couldn't imagine why they would be treating him poorly so I asked. "Well, Eric, it's like this." He paused, looking down at his plate. "They don't like me anymore because..." his voice trailed off. "What is it, Ryan?" I asked, sounding as concerned as I could. I knew what he was going to say; I had suspected he was gay for quite some time. "You don't have to say it," I said. "I know. I've been there, cuz." He smiled and and gulped down his orange juice. "So that's why my family's all fucked up and freaked out," he said. "They're such a bunch of assholes." "Yeah, well, you know what they say," I asked. "You can pick you friends," I started. He interrupted me with laughter. We both started laughing. Then he said, "but I would have picked you." I didn't know what to make of this comment. "You're a good kid, Ryan," I said. "You know, Eric, I've always looked up to you even though I didn't really know you very well," he said. "In fact, I, well, I don't want to sound weird or anything, but I've always... Well, I've always sort of had a crush on you, I guess." "Well, that's not weird," I laughed, "when you've got it, you've got it." What was he up to? I didn't want to admit it, but this was getting strange. We talked some more and finished our breakfast. "So what are your plans," I asked. Ryan told me that he was hoping he could stay here for a couple of weeks or so until he found work and an apartment. He told me that he already had called a few apartments and had enough cash to live on for six months of so if need be. I showed Ryan to the guestroom and went over a few house rules. He was eager to agree and started to make himself at home. Over the next few days we got acquainted and actually became pretty good friends. Ryan was a good housemate. He cleaned up after himself and even did laundry. About a week later, I came home from work and found him asleep on the living room floor in nothing but a pair of y-front briefs. I couldn't help but stare at his hot young body. There wasn't an ounce of fat on him. His furry legs were a nice contrast to his hairless chest and belly. This kid was fucking fine! "Hey, wake up," I yelled. He opened one eye then the other. God he's fucking sexy, I thought. Ryan was soon aware of his near-naked state and jumped up on the couch. He grabbed his signature cutoff sweatpants and pulled them over his long sinewy legs. "Been sleeping long," I asked. "A while, I guess," he muttered groggily. "Well, I brought dinner," I said as I sat the two small bags on the dining room table. A noticed a wet paper towel on the table and instinctively picked it up and headed for the kitchen to throw it away. The dampness in the towel was slightly sticky. I brought it to my nose and sniffed. "Holy shit," I thought. This paper towel is soaked in cum. Ryan's cum! I inhaled his aroma again, before stuffing the paper towel down the front of my pants. My cock was rapidly becoming engorged. I grabbed some plates and silverware and headed back to the dining room. I tried to stop thinking about Ryan's cumrag stuffed in my pants and his sweet sexy scent, but the cold wetness on my crotch was a persistent reminder. When I returned to the dining room, Ryan was looking around the floor near the table. "Loose something," I asked. "No, I guess not," he said with a puzzled expression. Obviously he was looking for his paper towel. "Go ahead and dig in," I offered. "I'm going to go get in to something more comfortable." I bounded up the stairs and grabbed a pair of shorts. After removing my slacks, I pulled open the front of my CK briefs. There it was. Ryan's cum- soaked paper towel sitting on my now hard cock. I brought it to my face and again sniffed at his delicious teen musk. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I stuck out my tongue and licked at the towel. The sweet, salty juice made me quiver with excitement. I dropped the towel on the night stand and pulled on my cutoffs. My cock was straining in my pants and quite uncomfortable. Ryan had served up the takeout and was seated at the table, politely waiting for my return. We talked and laughed while we ate. We had gotten to know each other pretty well over the last several days and we really hit it off. Ryan was very mature for an 18-year-old which made our age difference a non- issue. After dinner, we sat on the couch, listened to some music and talked like old friends. We soon found ourselves, both leaning against the arms of the sofa facing one another. I couldn't help but notice Ryan's shorts were bound tight around his bulging crotch. He was really a beautiful site. Ryan pulled at his shorts to releive the pressure on his crotch. I grinned and mentioned that I never really care for y-fronts. "Seems like they always pinch my balls for some reason," I said. "Yeah, but I like the way they look," Ryan sheepishly replied. "Well, they certainly look good on you," I said. Ryan blushed and said "so you were checking me out, then?" "Well, when I come home and find a hot stud in underwear sleeping on my floor what am I supposed to do," I asked. Ryan's pale face turned bright crimson. I blushed too, embarrased by my bold statement. "Yeah, I guess I would have checked you out too," Ryan said, avoiding eye contact. The tension was building and I knew where this was headed. I knew he was getting in to it and decided to take the game a step further. "I prefer the traditional white briefs, myself," I said, pulling at the leg opening of my cutoffs, exposing my underwear for Ryan's approval. "Are those Calvin's," he asked. "Yup," I smiled, staring at his fleece-covered crotch. "I thought so," he said, "they're so white and look so smooth." "Yeah, I like CKs and Polos," I told him. He looked me in the eye and grinned. "Me too," he said. Ryan lifted his butt off the couch and slid the cutoff sweats down to his ankles. He spread his legs and gave me full view of his y-front whiteys. His face was burning red as I drank in the site of my cousin's crotch. His fat cock was fully erect and pushed off to the right. An obvious mushroom head pushed at the waistband of his briefs. "Those are some great-looking underwear, cuz," I said, my voice shaking. I returned the favor by unbuttoning my cutoffs and sliding them down my legs. Ryan moaned his approval as I spread my legs giving him the same great view of my tented briefs that he had given me. We sat for several seconds staring at one another's stressed underwear. A wet spot was forming at the tip of my cock. Ryan noticed this and said "looks like you have a little leakage there." I grinned and flexed my cock. The wet spot grew. Ryan pressed his index finger against the base of his cumtube and moved it toward his giant mushroom head. A similar wet spot formed in his y- fronts. "There. Now you're not the only one leaking," he snickered. I rubbed my cock through my underwear and felt a shutter of ecstacy flow through my body. I moaned slightly and felt more precum ooze out of my cock and into the white cotton. Ryan's eyes were glued to my crotch as I slowly moved my fingers up and down my swollen shaft. The translucent wet spot grew bigger and bigger. Ryan began stroking his briefs-clad cock, the mushroom head swelling rhythmically as his fingers pressed on. We watched each other play with our cocks through our briefs for several minutes. Ryan pushed his fingers in the leg opening and pulled his cock through so it lay on his thigh. The head was huge and slick with precum. He rubbed his fingers in the slit, spreading the clear fluid around his knob. "That's a great-looking cock," I said. Ryan smiled and smeared his slippery juice down over his veiny, pink shaft. I peeled down the waistband of my CKs. My 7-inch boner sprang up and launched a single drop of precum onto my belly. A thin thread of honey connected it to my throbbing purple head. "Mmmm, wow," Ryan said. "This is awesome, cuz." "Yeah," was all I could say as we intently watched the other play with his cock. Ryan's fat six-incher was now drooling a steady flow of precum, which pooled up on his thigh. I couldn't stand it any longer. I reached across and using two fingers, scooped up as much of the sticky fluid as I could. I eagerly licked it from my fingers. Gawd, this kid was making candy! Ryan pushed his rock-hard bone back into his briefs and continued stroking it through the thin material. I too put mine away and followed his lead. We continued slowly stroking and squeezing until I thought I was about to pop. I let out a sigh and let my hand fall to my side. "I'm close," I said. "Yeah, me too," Ryan replied. "This is fucking hot, cuz; I never dreamed we'd be doing this," Ryan said smiling with his eyes. "I know, this is great." I added. After a few seconds of cooling down, Ryan sat up on the couch. He placed a hand on each of my calves and started slowly sliding them up and over my thighs. God, I couldn't wait for him to touch my throbbing cock. The wet spot in my briefs now extended half-way down my shaft, giving the cloth a see-through quality that showed off my tight purple head very well. Ryan's hands moved along the legbands of my briefs causing my cock to twitch and release even more precum. He let his fingers slowly creep under the legband as his hands steadily move up and down. I gasped involuntarily when his fingertips grazed the ridge of my swollen head. Ryan's fat six-incher was throbbing in his y-fronts and his wet spot was getting bigger and bigger. I wanted to touch it so bad but at the same time, I didn't want to rush things. "How am I doing, cuz," Ryan asked. "Mmmm... that's very nice," I moaned. Removing his hands from my briefs, Ryan bent over and ran his tongue from the base of my cock, over the damp cotton and up to the wet tip. He noisily slurped at the precum-drenched cloth covering my glans then sat up, licking his lips. "God, Eric, you taste great," he said, his voice shaking. I smiled. With both hands he pulled the thin material tight over my cock and began sucking and nibbling at the tip of my dick through my underwear. I felt my legs begin to twitch and my abs tightened up. Ryan was moaning as he slurped at the business end of my 7-inch pole. "Here it is," I sighed as the cum began gushing from my cock, filling my white briefs. Ryan sucked hungrily at the white cotton, drawing my load through the thin material and into his mouth. I shot at least seven good volleys of hot cream before it was over. I sat back as Ryan continued to suck at my cum-soaked briefs. Without warning, he stopped and flopped back against the arm of the sofa. I sat up and looked at his crotch. His y-fronts were soaking wet, giving me a clear view of his entire cock and balls through his now-transparent whiteys. He had obviously shot his load while sucking me off. I sat up and put my face to his crotch. I deeply inhaled his man scent, its bleachy odor driving me wild. I pulled down the waistband of his y-fronts to expose his fat cock. Ropes of sticky white cum covered its length and glued it to his underwear. I eagerly licked his juice from his flaring slit. Ryan gasped as my tongue, without warning, invaded his tender opening. I grunted like an animal as I worked his cock, cleaning his salty load from its veiny surface. He had the nicest- looking cock I had ever seen. A thick veiny shaft with a giant mushroom cap. After I had cleaned him up with my mouth, I pulled his wet briefs back over his cock and gave it a pat. My cock was still spasming in my briefs. I breathed heavily trying to catch my breath. "Can we do that again," Ryan giggled. ----------------- Well, that's it for now. Comments are welcome. If you're interested in another chapter, please let me know. If I get enough feedback, I'll continue the story. Thanks! firstname.lastname@example.org.