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Title: Kindergarten Cousin's First Day of School (bb oral) 
Author: decent@hush.com

This is the third part in a series.

The following is a work of fiction based on actual events. The 
names, places, and descriptions have been changed for the sake of 
privacy and better story-telling. The author retains all commercial 
rights, however you are granted permission to reproduce and 
distribute the work for non-commercial purposes, provided that the 
work is kept intact, including the title, author, introduction, and 
license information. 

Thanks to those who've taken time to encourage me with an email. 

Please remember, I've spent many hours composing this story; if you 
enjoy it consider spending a minute letting me know! Of course, 
your email address and correspondence will be burned after reading. 
Enjoy. -- (D)

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The start of kindergarten was just weeks away, and Joey and I spent 
practically every moment leading up to that milestone together; 
running and playing in the woods and fields around my house.

There was a sandy place near the chain link fence that separated 
our yard from the highway, and a favorite game was building mini-
mountains with plastic shovels and toy dump trucks, and then 
pushing our toy cars over them. 

"Beep, beep, beep," I droned as I backed my yellow dump truck in to 
unload. 

Joey stopped his die-cast tractor-trailer on the bottom of the 
hill. He called to me using the imaginary C.B. radio, beginning as 
our truck-driver-uncle had taught us to: "Breaker one-nine," he 
piped in his farm-boy accent, "we need to get these boxes to 
Chicago in one hour, it's an emergency!" 

"We'll be done real quick," I radioed back, "Hang in there buddy."  

"Ten-four," said Joey, as I hurriedly tipped the back of my dump-
truck to off-load the little cargo of dirt.

We were cousins; we were both five, and until we met each other 
neither had ever had a friend the same age. We'd discovered 
immediately that we had the same ways of playing: ways that were 
too imaginative for my older brother, who was nearly ten, and too 
sophisticated for Joey's little brother, who was not quite three. 
We'd become inseparable friends within hours after he moved in.

That had been back in the spring, when Joey's Dad had just gotten 
out of the army. My parents let him set up a temporary apartment in 
the out-building that used to be my Dad's workshop. Their small 
family spent the nights out there, and came into the house to 
socialize and to use the kitchen and bathroom. 

I patted the newly deposited earth down with the palms of my hands 
to make a road, and then declared over our pretend C.B., "All 
clear!"

"Ten-four!" Joey called back, and headed his semi up the mountain, 
making the sounds of his truck winding through the gears.  When he 
got to his destination, he fell abruptly silent. Noticing his 
sudden stillness, I looked up from pushing my own truck and my 
cousin caught my eyes with a meaningful look. 

His eyes sparkled mischievously, as if to say, "Are you thinking 
what I'm thinking?" 

I shot back an eager grin that indicated, "I am now!"

We jumped up simultaneously and scurried off side-by-side.

Today we were both barefooted and bare-chested, dressed only in 
colorful swim trunks with mesh underwear built right in. My cousin 
was small and slight, with pale blond hair and a thin face that was 
made handsome by his startlingly eyes, which were large, round, 
pale blue, and framed with dark lashes. I was a month younger, but 
a little bigger than him; with round cheeks and honey-blond locks 
that would darken to brown when I was in the third grade. I had a 
broad nose and narrow green eyes that crinkled to slits when I 
flashed my broad toothy smile.  

Joey and I had gotten a startling crash-course in sex-education a 
few months back when my parents went to the bar and left Joey's dad 
to babysit us. He invited his girlfriend over, and after dinner and 
a few beers the adults, believing Joey and I to be asleep, had had 
sex on the couch with both of us watching. That had inspired our 
curiosity, and we had quickly moved beyond experimentation.

Now, we bounded on dirty little feet towards one of our many secret 
places. The particular one we were headed for was a low spot amid 
the overgrown bushes that crowded between our gravel road and the 
neighbor's fence. It gave approximately enough space and privacy 
for a small boy to take a leak. 

We arrived there with our small erections already trembling 
expectantly beneath the tented fabric of our bathing suits. On this 
trip I knelt first, while Joey slipped his red bathing suit down 
half-way to his knees. He steadied his little pecker with a thumb 
and two-fingers, and then waited for me with an eager expression on 
his face.
 
I'd never seen any naked boners except for mine and Joey's, but I 
thought his was my favorite kind. It was more slender than mine, 
and half-an-inch longer. When he was hard the skin was tight and 
smooth. 

I leaned forward and engulfed his stiff member in my mouth, and 
then encircled his narrow shaft with my thumb and forefinger. 
Keeping the ring of my fingers pressed tightly to my lips, I moved 
hand and mouth together, plunging the full length of his little 
boner in and out of my wet orifice. His little rod was just long 
enough that the fleshy pointed tip brushed the back of my throat at 
each stroke. 

I moved with enthusiastic determination, and it produced the result 
in no time. When his climax started I took my hand away and instead 
wrapped my whole mouth and tongue tightly around the length of his 
convulsing prick. He pressed in as deep as he could go, and pulled 
my head firmly against him with both hands.  After four or five 
little spasms his pole went still, and I slid him out of my mouth. 

I looked up at him and said, "Okay?"

He nodded and hauled his red bathing suit back up. When he released 
the elastic waistband it audibly snapped against the smooth skin of 
his abdomen. 

We quickly traded places and, with my cousin kneeling on the ground 
before me, I slipped my blue-and-white striped bathing suit down 
just enough to give him access. I noticed that sucking his dick had 
made me very stiff.

A hard line divided my slightly round and deep tanned belly from 
the paler but equally bald skin in my private area.  I hooked the 
elastic of my shorts under my ball-sack and leaned back a little so 
I could watch my cousin playing with my immature organ. 

Joey lightly gripped my shaft with his hand and pulled the loose 
skin gently upwards while simultaneously slipping my cock-head into 
his mouth. 

"Mmm," I moaned softly, pressing myself further into his hungry 
opening. The warm wetness of his mouth felt amazing.

The boy's small blond head barely moved as he skillfully worked his 
lips over just upper half of my compact sex-organ. He sucked hard, 
and worked his tongue around in extravagant circles. I was so 
turned-on, and his movements so well practiced that he had barely 
begun when I felt the blissful little spasms of my climax building-
up.

"Oh!" I said, startled by how good it felt. Then, not wanting it to 
be over so abruptly, I cautioned, "Go slow." 

Joey obediently removed his hand and let me take control. I loved 
to watch my pole disappearing completely into my cousin's small 
mouth and then emerging slick with his spit. I pulled out on each 
stroke and let the wetly gleaming organ tremble at the entrance for 
a breathless moment.

His red lips were shiny with saliva and he held them for me in a 
small expectant O. Just inside the portal I could see the 
glistening red tip of his tongue waiting to lap deliciously against 
my rod. He made his entry a little smaller than the ruddy bulbous 
head of my prick, so each time I invaded his glistening orifice the 
tip of my boner stretched the fleshy folds of his lips perversely.

The fine feelings Joey was giving my little sex organ with his 
mouth quickly brought me to the edge of a mighty sexual crescendo. 
I steadied myself in preparation, placing one small hand on his 
bare shoulder. I felt thin bone and lean muscle beneath his silken 
skin, and suddenly I could delay my climax no longer. My dick began 
pulsing joyfully inside of my cousin's mouth, and I drove against 
him.

His tongue flicked against my convulsing prick and I stifled a moan 
of pleasure. He held me in his mouth until my throbbing subsided 
and I pulled away. He looked up, his big eyes batted twice, and 
then he said with a cheerful smile, "Okay?"

I smiled warmly and replied, "Uh-hunh."

I was ready to get back to our trucks. 

I yanked my shorts back into place unceremoniously, and then, with 
our little faces flushed and our small erections still pushing out 
the front of our shorts we ran back across the yard and picked our 
game up where we had left it.

"Vrooom!" I growled, racing a matchbox-sized Jeep along our winding 
mountain road. 

I rounded a hairpin turn and nearly collided with Joey's semi, 
"EEEERRRT!" I cried, simulating the squeal of brakes.  

"That was a close one!" Joey exclaimed excitedly, and our game 
continued. 

                                                      ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 
~

One day in September, we were woken up early in the morning, 
dressed in brand-new clothes, and sent to the school bus stop at 
the end of the road with my older brother. 

Just before we boarded my brother punched me hard in the stomach 
and snarled: "If you come near me when we're at school I'll kill 
you." 

At school there were lots of kids, a lady teacher, and a movie with 
puppets who went on-and-on about letters. After the movie the 
teacher gave us fat black pencils and paper with blue lines on it 
and told us to draw rows of A's.

When the teacher saw them she beamed so ecstatically you would have 
thought she'd never seen anyone make lines with a pencil before. Me 
and Joey smiled back politely, and then laughed at her over-the-top 
enthusiasm the instant she turned her back on us. 

 "She's completely senile!" Joey giggled.

That's what my Dad said that about the friendly old guy at the end 
of the street who sometimes forgot to put on his pants before he 
went out to get the mail. 

 I shrugged and pointed out optimistically, "At least she's the 
nice kind of crazy."

Later we had recess. There was hop-scotch and four-square painted 
on the pavement, some swings and monkey bars, and six little arches 
made from tractor tires half-buried in the dirt. The boys were 
having fun climbing over and through these until some rotten first-
grader showed up and started making trouble. 

"Why don't you just shut up?" Joey called out, stalking across the 
playground towards the noisy bully.

"Why don't you make me?" the husky brat shot back defiantly.

I was thinking I'd try to talk Joey out of fighting until I saw the 
sneer on the other kid's ugly face.

I dragged him down in the grass with a flying head lock and then 
held him in position while Joey kneeled and slugged him. The other 
kid got a black eye and a bloody nose before the fat lady with the 
whistle came to his rescue.  

"You're lucky she showed up," Joey snarled at the kid over his 
shoulder as the recess lady hauled us up to the principal's office. 
His normally velvety accent sounded wild and uncivilized when he 
was angry.

At the front office I was worried sick about the principal whipping 
us. My brother had told me that at school they used a huge board 
with holes in it and duct tape on the handle. It sounded like a 
murder weapon to me. 

Inside the little office the principal hollered at us for while, 
and then went about his business for the longest time as if we 
weren't even there. I couldn't tell if he was getting ready to whip 
us or not, and to make matters worse I had to pee. I didn't say 
anything about it because I was scared he'd get mad if I asked for 
the bathroom. So, by the time he noticed us again I was terrified 
and it was all I could do not to pee in my pants. I nearly started 
bawling just because the old guy looked at me. 

"Do you know where the kindergarten room is?" the adult asked 
matter-of-factly.

Confused, I meekly pointed one skinny little finger in the 
direction we had come from.

The principal nodded and motioned with his pen for us to leave. 

I bolted out and ran to the boy's bathroom to pee. 

"That guy was completely senile!" Joey laughed breezily, sitting on 
the sink while I relieved myself at the urinal. "He couldn't even 
remember how to find the kindergarten room!"

"It's a hundred years since he was in kindergarten," I pointed out, 
still shaken, but feeling better as my bladder emptied.

Joey exclaimed, "Right? He was so bald; I bet he's older than 
grandpa." 

I giggled at that. 

Joey played with the faucet, turning it on and off. He said, "The 
only reason we had to sit there for three hours was because he 
forgot why we were there!" 

I laughed and zipped up my pants. "Maybe he thought we were 
houseplants," I joked, heading to the sink to wash my hands.

"Yeah, we're lucky he didn't leave us in a window." Joey agreed, 
grinning mischievously   as he casually leaned back to show me the 
giant boner pushing out the front of his pants. 

"We should really get back to class --" I said uncertainly.

"Okay," Joey shrugged nonchalantly and jumped up off the sink, then 
added, "but let me suck you for one minute first."

I looked around anxiously. There were three urinals, two stalls, 
and an entry door that couldn't be locked. I looked back at Joey; 
he was grinning infuriatingly. 

I sighed, pointed to the last stall and said, "Back there," and 
then pointed a cautioning finger at him and said seriously, "for 
one minute." 

We locked ourselves in the stall and Joey sat on the toilet while I 
humped my three-inch boner inside of his sweetly sucking mouth. The 
wet noises it made sounded very loud echoing off the tile. It took 
more than a minute for me to have my orgasm, and when we were done 
I traded places and let him pump my mouth to a little climax too.

The terror I'd felt in the principal's office was completely 
forgotten by the time we got to class. We colored a picture of an 
apple and drew more A's, and then it was time to go home. 

Kindergarten was only for half the day, so we took a different bus 
than my brother on the way home. There were only two other kids on 
the bus and they both sat in the front while Joey and I sat in the 
back. Joey was still in a wild mood; he played with my dick through 
my pants till I got a boner and then fished my little stiffy out so 
he could lean over and put it in his mouth. It felt nice but I was 
too busy anxiously watching the bus-driver lady in the big mirror 
at the front of the bus to pay attention.

Pretty soon she looked up and hollered at me, "Where's your little 
brother?" 

Joey popped his head up and she warned, "You stay up in the seat or 
you'll have to come sit here behind me." 

I zipped myself back up, but when the driver-lady dropped us off we 
dumped our backpacks on the front steps and then ran as fast as we 
could all the way out to our most private place. 

You had to climb the fence, walk along the highway for a distance, 
and then climb back over when you got to our secret trail. The path 
led through dense underbrush and could have easily been mistaken 
for a deer track. It ended in the middle of a circle of tall grass 
ringed with trees. It was far from everything.
 
We both stripped to our bare skins, and then I lay down on my back 
in the tall grass. Joey laid on his belly beside me, with his head 
near my waist and his legs angled slightly away from me. He propped 
his head in one hand, rested the elbow of that arm on the ground, 
then used his free hand to toy with my dick. 

My wiener started out looking like a little mushroom in a turtle 
neck sweater, but as Joey rolled and squeezed the soft organ 
between his fingers it started to grow. When it got long and 
floppy, he held it at the bottom and shook it so the head whipped 
around crazily. It looked sort-of strange and we both giggled, but 
it felt fine and after a few seconds of this it was stiff enough to 
stand up on its own. 

The stout little organ jutted proudly from my hairless pubic mound. 
It was straight and thick, with a single bluish vein running on the 
top side and a little pink helmet that was fat and round. 

A slight breeze toyed with Joey's wispy bangs as he pulled the tip 
of my erection towards him with two fingers. When he pulled down it 
gave a delicious stretching feeling at the base, and I pressed with 
my hips so it went further and gave a better sensation. Just as the 
little ache was going from sweet to painful, he let go, and it 
sprang upright again. He did this a few times, until the little 
organ was fully inflated.

Then Joey scooted a little closer and then leaned forward with his 
tongue out and licked a hot electric line up the shaft of my boner. 
It responded with a little squeezing contraction. He did it again, 
and when he reached the top he slid his mouth over the head of my 
organ and sucked it deep into his mouth.

"Ah," I said, as his mouth enfolded me.
 
For the start of school the barber had buzzed my cousins light 
blond short in the back. I ran my fingers through the bristly 
softness of his hair, delectating in this sensuous tactile pleasure 
as his lips and tongue played lusciously over my stiff erection. 

The carefree wandering of the other boy's slender legs drew the 
attention of my eyes. They were curled at the knees, and as he 
sucked me, his thin ankles playfully crossed and uncrossed each 
other, one moment drawing the supple muscles of his calves out long 
and lean, and the next bunching them in compact balls beneath the 
smooth skin.

Looking up to gauge my reaction, my cousin deliberately let his two 
front teeth graze ever so lightly over the top of my swollen prick-
head.

"Mmm!" I moaned affirmatively. 

He did the same thing again, sending a glorious shiver of pleasure 
mixed with pain up my spine. I strained my hips towards his mouth a 
little, wanting to press myself deeper, but he coyly backed away by 
the same amount, and continued working just the tip of my little 
organ in and out of his warm wet hole. I surrendered, settling back 
against the ground, and watching him take control of my erection.

He rearranged his lithe legs again so they were resting in the 
grass, stretched straight out with the crinkly soles of his feet 
pointed towards the sky. The sun angled against his skin so I could 
marvel at the tiny blond hairs on his calves while his tongue 
lovingly circled my pole. 

I heard the whistle of a train in the distance, and threw an arm 
over my face to shield my eyes from the sun. 

Joey's finely textured skin was the golden color of honey, and it 
stretched tightly across a torso with shoulders slightly wider than 
the hips. A shallow indentation bisected his back, beginning with a 
shallow depression at the nape of his neck, and then running down 
his spine and into the cleft half-globes of his ripe little bottom. 
As he pressed my cock into the deepest recesses of his mouth, I 
caressed the skin between the prominences of his small shoulder 
blades, luxuriating in the feel of his limber developing muscles. 

He sucked hard and his tongue insistently circled the tip of my 
prick. The feeling was so intense that I suddenly could think of 
nothing else.  I stared down dreamily into my lap. His pink lips 
were locked onto my rod just below the head, and he was sucking so 
hard that his face had gone concave. My legs stiffened and my back 
arched tensely as his swirling tongue and sucking mouth seemed to 
pin me in place for long seconds. Finally, he released me from this 
sweet torment by shoving my quivering erection in his mouth to the 
hilt. I relaxed onto the ground as his warmth engulfed me.

Lately the area in-between the graceful arch of his lower back and 
the tops of his thighs had come to hold a special fascination for 
me.  Now, while my aching cock slowly probed the familiar depths of 
my cousin's softly slurping mouth-hole, my eyes wandered to the 
little boy's still-unexplored behind. 

The artistic curve of his cheeks seemed to have been purposefully 
calculated to please the eye and quicken the heart. And each smooth 
little mound of flesh was perfected by the small creased fold that 
separated it from his thigh.  

I'd watched my uncle taking his girlfriend from behind, and when I 
stared at Joey's sleek little crevice I imagined my small erection 
slipping just as easily inside of him. I began gently rocking my 
hips against my cousin's face as I made a mental picture of my 
shivering rod thrusting between his delectable butt cheeks.

This fantasy triggered an abrupt climax.

I closed my eyes and pretended that the hot ring of Joey's mouth 
was his bottom, as I buried my throbbing pulsating cock inside of 
him. I arched my body against his face, and let out a gasp as my 
prick relayed two quick bursts of intense sweetness to my brain, 
and then moaned gutturally, when, after two more weakening spasms, 
the final gush of bliss struck fiercely and then lingered, gripping 
my whole being in ecstasy for breathless seconds. 

When it was finished I collapsed against the grass with my heart 
beating fast in my chest. Joey scooted up next to me and rolled on 
his side. 

I studied him quietly while I caught my breath; noticing first his 
erection sticking straight out from his bare pubic mound, and then 
his slinky ball-sack draped against his thigh, and finally his blue 
eyes, which were intently watching my face.

I caught his eyes and said with a heavy sigh. "Wow." 

"It felt good?" Joey asked.

I gave a stunned nod, and the other boy beamed back like he'd just 
won a ribbon. His smile gave me a really nice feeling in the middle 
of my chest. I really liked him. I decided I would show him how 
much by sucking him really slowly. I rolled on my belly in the 
grass and scooted down between his skinny legs. 

He groaned in pleasure when I wrapped my mouth around his slender 
staff and began probing his full length with my tongue. I circled 
the fleshy ridge of his cock-head with my lips and let my tongue-
tip play around his pee hole. Then I caressed his shaft from top to 
bottom with my tongue, continuing all the way down to lap wetly 
over his hairless little scrotum.

He signaled pleasure with a sharp intake of breath, so I continued 
gently exploring the warm velvety folds of his little sack with my 
tongue. I carefully sucked a little corner of his vulnerable pouch 
into my mouth and rolled it around my tongue. He tensed and 
squirmed beneath me, moaning softly, but making no attempt to 
wriggle away. I opened my mouth wide and gently sucked in one small 
orb, and then cradled it on my tongue. When I released it and 
returned to his stiff little member I found his erection swollen 
even further. 

Joey prick was small next to my uncle's furry monstrosity, but 
compared to his compact body, his dick was really big. Bigger than 
mine anyway. 

His pole had begun trembling expectantly against my tongue, and I 
knew that meant he was close to his climax. I decided to let him 
loiter on the brink of orgasm for as long as he wanted. I steered 
the tip of his sex organ around my mouth with my fingers until he 
caught on and took over with his own hand. He pressed his chin 
against his smooth chest so he could watch his little boner 
aimlessly exploring my entry.

I saw him looking and slyly gave him something to look at: I stuck 
my tongue out and let him smear the tip of his pulsating erection 
over, around, and under it. At this, he licked his lips, and his 
blue eyes widened. Then some sharp pleasure startled his senses and 
he blinked twice and bit his bottom lip.

Then, unexpectedly, he did something new. He gently took my hand in 
his, twining our fingers together. His hand was small and warm. I 
liked it.

He squeezed my hand once, which I took as the signal that he was 
ready. I curled my tongue around the tip of his prick and began 
slowly sliding the entire length of his pole into my mouth, sucking 
hard. I was halfway down when his prick abruptly expanded in my 
mouth, signaling the start of his orgasm. 

After lingering so long on the edge, he passed over very 
peacefully: he made no sound, and not even his breathing changed. 
His prick simply expanded and then relaxed in four seismically slow 
and powerful contractions. I pressed my mouth tightly around his 
sex organ while clutched my hand tightly. That unusual physical 
connection stirred some vague but powerful emotion in me; it seemed 
happy and sad at the same time and made my chest feel tight. I 
looked up at him as his thundering climax rumbled to an end, 
wondering if he felt something like I did.

His blue eyes were open and he was looking right back at me. 



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