MOVING WEST - 1
By Apollon
Moving is traumatic for young teens; giving up friends and having to make new ones, especially if you’re horny and frustrated at the lack of success with girls. Tommy tells his story and how he finds a soul mate and makes friends and maybe even falls in love with a younger girl that acts much older. Of course the story is pure fiction and the story codes are by chapter.
Last night with my cousin. Tb inc bg
The moving van had left the house early to my chagrin. I had been called away from my friend Bill’s house just I was getting close to getting laid. At least that was my plan. Bill’s little sister had conceded that she might let me “do it”, and that was close enough for me. Now we were pulling into my aunt and uncle’s house where we would spend the night then leave early in the morning. I would be bunking with my eleven year old cousin who was excited to have me over.
Though we had lived in the same town and been together often since we were little, it was only about a year ago that we had really become friends. We shared an interest in model airplanes which led to some sleepovers, which led to our messing around with each other in bed. In junior high it wasn’t always safe to mess around with other guys. You had to know them really well or you could get called a “queer”. Even though my experience at scout camp convinced me all boys “do it”, you still didn’t mention it to school chums. Even if some of them were “active” in scouts.
But my cousin Tyler was safe. He lived across town and didn’t know anyone I knew. So when he displayed a growing interest in the subject I took it upon myself to teach him the fine art of masturbation and other nuances of boyhood sex. He soon became the aggressor wanting to “have some fun” at every opportunity and reporting new escapades with kids in his neighborhood. Once when we were visiting, he invited me to join him and his friend Darrell behind some bushes for a quick jack-off session. Darrell was a little nervous around me at first, moving around, tossing pebbles and flipping sticks. But as soon as my cousin volunteered that I could really come he became interested and soon all of our pants were around our ankles.
That was a couple of months ago. Now, as soon as I was out of the car I was dragged around to the back of the house and toward the rear of the large lot where there was an old garage that was just used for storage. Behind it was a patch of concrete, like a patio, surrounded partially by tall fencing covered with honeysuckle. We went through the opening to find two old style folding army cots covered with a thick layer of my aunt’s quilts. There was a wooden box upside down looking like a small table with a small battery powered radio and an ample flashlight.
“We’re going to sleep out here,” my cousin announced excitedly. “We can have some fun and no one can see us.” Having been interrupted and frustrated short of consummating real sex with a girl this was going to be a compromise. But my body was craving any kind of sex right now and my cousin’s plan would have to do.
“I’ve got some stuff to tell you,” dropping his voice secretively. His tone and excitement level usually meant it was something about sex. I had to retrieve my small travel bag first. Then we came back outside after grabbing a couple of cokes. Before reaching our little outside den, the dialog from my cousin began.
“Remember my friend Darrel who lives down the street? We’ve been doing stuff, you know, having some fun?” I knew of course what he meant and remembered the details of some of their activities he had told me the last time we had a sleep over. “And we talked about wanting to do stuff with a girl, like even stick our dicks in and everything?” That was every boy’s fantasy wasn’t it? Tyler and I had progressed to the point of imitating the act, putting our dicks between each other’s legs and humping, and then tried to enter each other’s butt. With the aid of some soap in the shower he was successful with me but my larger size didn’t work with him.
“Well,” he continued proudly, “Darrel and I did it with his sister.” I was floored. My eleven year old cousin had “done it”…with a girl. I immediately had to have the details. It seems Tyler and Darrel would find one of the numerous sheds and small storage barns in the neighborhood as often as they could to gain a little privacy and share boyhood sex. On one such masturbatory session Darrel let on that his ten year old sister had let him see her naked and that they had even been naked together and messed around a few times. Tyler’s interest had been tweaked and he set out over the next couple of weeks to see Darrel’s sister’s treasure for himself.
They had played all manner of games that would allow him to look up the younger girl’s dress. (Girls wore them then.) She obliged and even allowed an occasional grope between her legs with the accompanying giggles. Then in the midst of a jungle game, Tyler and Darrell were warriors and announced their intention to capture the imaginary maiden, Darrell’s sister, and torture her. Torture at this juncture usually meant tying up and tickling with some furtive groping.
Darla, the sister, shrank in mock terror and proceeded to run away but not too far or fast and offered fears that sounded more like suggestions in the process that her pursuers would take her clothes off and torture her naked. When she ran into old shed that had no way out it was obvious to the boys that she wanted to be caught.
“Then she just kept saying what are you going to do to me?” Tyler continued, “Are you going to take my clothes off? “So I said yes, we were, and while Darrell held her I just pulled her panties down. Then Darrell undid the buttons on her dress and pulled it off and she let us. Then we just laid back on some boxes and started tickling her and feeling her up and looking at her pussy. Me and Darrell didn’t have our shirts on but she started telling us that it wasn’t fair and if we were really warriors we’d be naked like in the magazines. So we just pulled our pants off and she giggled ‘cause we both had boners.”
The description at this point along with my earlier arousal had my dick on high alert. Checking around corners to make sure no one could observe I loosened the top of my cutoffs and plunged a hand inside to take control of my hard on. Tyler recognized my plight and his own similar state and, confirming that no one could see us here, freed his own small swollen member and we commenced to jack off while he continued.
“Then she started feeling us and kept talking about when natives captured women they’d rape ‘em by sticking their dicks in them. So I got between her legs and aimed it and tried to put it in but it wouldn’t go until she got a hold of my dick and lined it up right and then it just slid right in. It felt great! Then Darrell wanted a turn so he stuck his in for a few minutes ‘til it was my turn again. Then I did it a little more and got “the feeling” and had a come.”
I could picture the little girl that I had seen a few times. She was a big girl for her age, slightly plump, and usually wore thin cotton dresses that were about one size too small. The hems would stop well before her knees giving an occasional glimpse of her panties. The material would cling to her chest outlining little cones which could have easily been a product of baby fat as well as the beginning of breasts. Her hair was short but usually in disarray and, like her dress, was generally in need of washing.
As uninterested as I might have been in the girl from previous observation, the mental vision of her naked with Tyler planted between her legs, sliding his little four-inch tool into her, and clenching his skinny butt cheeks as he got off was more than I could handle. I pumped my unit furiously over the tops of my Levi’s and shot a narrow rope of young male essence over a foot away.
“Wow you must have been horny,” Tyler observed. I nodded. My younger cousin and I had shared orgasms on more than one occasion, each in the other’s hand. His was mostly dry except for an occasional drop of seminal fluid at the end. Mine would conclude with various small amounts depending on how recently and how often I had brought myself off. I continued to squeeze the remnants of my semen as Tyler watched and finished himself off finally with a satisfied groan.
We decided it was getting close to dinner time and someone might be looking for us so we covered up and headed toward the house. On the way my cousin promised to continue telling me more about his adventures and in a running dialog suggested that maybe Darrell and Darla could come out after dinner and we could all have some fun. At least, he promised, we could jack each other off and do what we wanted after everyone went to bed.
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We hurried through dinner as quickly as our parents would let us. Being the teen-ager I tried to be cool and not let on that I was simply condescending to my younger cousin. But at this point the prospect of any kind of sex, even with some younger kids, appealed to my hormone overloaded libido.
Darrell and Darla lived a few houses down the street. They were mostly older homes, set back from the street on large lots. We trudged up a gravel driveway to a screened-in porch that was obviously the main entrance to the house and were greeted by Darrell who was bouncing a tennis ball on a strip of sidewalk. He was a little taller than my cousin but skinny. He was barefooted and shirtless, wearing a pair of baggy shorts that accentuated his knobby knees, and was already tan for this early in the summer. His hair was cut short and drew attention to ears that were slightly too large. He always seemed a little goofy and laughed a lot.
Tyler immediately asked him if he could play and then leaned in to whisper. “I don’t know. I’ll see,” The slim boy answered and jogged up the steps and in through the screen door. He reappeared with his sister behind him and came down the steps. She looked a little different than when I had seen her last. She appeared to be a little taller and even slimmer. She was wearing a clean skirt and a thin knit crop top that fit snugly enough to show tiny little cones where her breasts would soon be, and her hair had been washed and combed.
“Can you guys come out?” My cousin asked in a hushed tone. “My cousin’s here and though maybe we could go do something.” My cousin’s boldness impressed me. Darla eyed me curiously while Darrell shifted nervously. “I don’t know. We’re going over to my Grandmas, but let me see when we’re leaving.” She was interested. Before she could get back in the house her mother called out admonishing her not to leave that she needed help with some food and things she was taking to the kids’ grandma. The mother then instructed Darrell not to leave the yard that they would be leaving in a few minutes.
Darla turned and did a frown at Tyler. “Sorry, maybe tomorrow.”
“He’s leaving in the morning,” Tyler responded nodding my direction.
“Oh, that’s too bad.” She gave a little smile and disappeared inside. We stood around talking with Darrell for a few minutes with my cousin doing most of the talking, outlining his plans for us for the night, and wishing that Darrell and his sister could be with us. Just as Tyler started asking Darrell about any more activities between he and his sister, the boy’s mother called and he was gone.
When we got back to the house it was getting dark. The adults had stopped wandering around and were making preparations for bed, my parents planning an early start. We were admonished to use some insect repellant, and not go running around the neighborhood. After supplying ourselves with some cookies and drinks we headed out to our little hideaway. It was warm and humid and we quickly stripped out of our jeans and tee shirts. We sprawled on the cots in our jockey shorts. Tyler was anxious to get our little party started lamenting that it would be our last chance for a long time. I had visions of going into the wilderness where no one but me had any interest in sex. I was so horny and frustrated at the lack of success at having sex with a girl that was more than willing to engage in boy games with my cousin. And even though it had been a couple of occasions over the last two summers, I fondly remembered the fun at scout camp.
I requested that my cousin continue with his report on his adventures with Darrell and Darla which he quickly began to detail. Both of our jockeys began to swell and he paused in his report, pulling his underwear down to expose his rigid four inches of boyhood.
“Look I’m hard already.” There was only partial moonlight and we were mostly in the shadows, but I could easily see his unit standing outward and upward over the elastic of his jockey short. I acknowledged the fact that he was hard nursing my own erection inside my under shorts.
“Do you think I’ve grown any?” He bounced up on his knees and offered his unit for closer inspection. “Here, feel it and see what you think.” I rose up a little and slipped my fingers around his offering. His penis stood up and out at a forty-five degree angle when he was erect. He was circumcised, as I was, and the bulb on the end flared slightly creating a ridge just slightly larger that the shaft which was not much more than and inch and a half in diameter. I was familiar with his appendage, as he was with mine, from our previous sleepovers and jack off sessions, and even though four inches might have been generous, I conceded that it felt a bit longer than it was at our last encounter several weeks ago. I was able to get all four fingers on it leaving the end still exposed.
Tyler was pleased with my observation and pushed his hips toward me as I continued to examine his tool and then began to stroke him gently with my fingers. After a few seconds he jumped up and padded over the edge of the shed looking toward the house.
“Let’s see if they’re asleep yet so we can get naked and have some fun.” After observing that all the lights were out, he announced that the “coast was clear” and bounced back on the cot next to me. Leaning back he whipped off his jockey shorts and got back on his knees waiting for me to do the same. I quickly lowered mine ready for some relief from the confinement.
“Have you grown anymore? Let me see,” and his hands were immediately all over me. “I don’t know, you might have, too. You’re still a lot bigger than me.” Though probably not at full adult size yet, I was satisfied that my slim 5 inches was adequate for my fourteen years. “Your hair’s grown some.” What had been a sparse ring of short pubes around the base of my cock had finally started getting long enough to be seen and even curl a little. But it was still confined to a small space above the base of my cock and had not found its way to my balls yet.
Typical of our pattern when we in bed together or were alone for a while, we would examine each others equipment running our fingers up and down the length of our penises, sliding underneath to cup our balls, and then back up to rub a finger over the end of darker knobs and around the piss slit. Tyler would occasionally pause to examine my pubes and have me inspect closely to see if he had any as yet, which, so far, he didn’t.
At some point we would lie side by side and jack each other off while relating fantasies about sex. On this occasion when we reached that stage, Tyler was relating more of his adventures with Darrell and his sister, most of which I assumed to be truthful. When he reached the part about being left alone in his friends’ house and he and Darrell taking turns fucking his sister, first in the pussy then in the butt, and then doing each other in the butt, I turned and pulled him around to face me. As we had done on several occasions I pulled us together, slipping my dick between his legs and trapping his between us.
Holding each other by the butt cheeks, we humped together in rhythm, until I felt my eruption rising and grabbed a tissue that Tyler had wisely provided, covered the knob that pressed out from the back of his thighs, and let go a pent up salvo of teen semen. It was common for me to come early in our escapades, recover quickly and then pace myself for rest of the evening’s activities.
Tyler commented on how quickly I got off this time and quickly entered his request to allow him to do it “the other way”. I told him it was his stories of conquest that had gotten me so horny. I didn’t add that they had made me jealous. After wiping myself with a tissue I did the same to a small amount that had leaked onto my cousin’s thighs.
We laid back down and Tyler commenced stroking my unit again to bring it back to life and he repeated his request. I said maybe later and we began trading stories about sex. I related my attempted seduction of Bill’s sister and he filled in more details of his exploits with the neighbor kids.
“So do you want to do it like we did last time?” Tyler interjected after a while. He meant, of course putting his turgid weenie in my butt. “I brought some lotion so it’ll go in easier.”
I had tried jacking off with lotions, creams and Vaseline on several occasions but we never had used it that way before. We had used soap the first time we experimented in the shower but only natural sweat and boy moisture on the other occasions.
“OK.” I conceded, “But I want to try to do you again.” On previous attempts to enter my cousin, I couldn’t get it in and he complained that I was too big. But knowing Darrell had done it, and with the aid of lotion, I wanted to try again.
“I don’t know it might still be too big.”
“But Darrell got his in didn’t he? And with the lotion it might work.” I was so horny and frustrated that fucking my cousin was an appealing prospect.
“OK. But if I let you try it will you stop if it hurts and, umm, do something else for me first?”
“Sure,” I conceded. As bad as I wanted to get my dick into something I had no interest in causing my cousin pain. “What else do you want me to do?”
“Would you suck me?” We hadn’t even discussed using our mouths on each other since we first started messing around and Tyler had allowed that he thought such activity was unsanitary. Now it seems he had changed his mind. I flashed back on a couple of times at scout camp with a tent mate where we had tried everything, and found myself feeling inclined to try it all again.
“OK.” I agreed. “But only if we both do it.”
Tyler hesitated a little and then nodded. “But you have to promise not to come in my mouth.”
I agreed. Tyler jumped up for a quick look toward the house and around to make sure we still had privacy. Satisfied, he hopped back on the cot on his knees and pointed his unit at me stroking it a couple of times for effect.
“OK, go ahead.” I leaned over on my elbow and got a hold on Darrell with my other hand. I stroked him a few times, then leaned further over and slowly slipped my lips over the knob stopping just past the ridge. Then a little at a time I pushed my head down bringing more of the slim shaft into my mouth. Pulling back a little I repeated the motion causing Darrell to groan and push his pelvis out to meet my mouth.
Boys instinctively know how to make boys feel good and in a few minutes we were getting after it. I could get him all the way to my throat without gagging and the saltiness of his boyhood was not unpleasant. He watched our union for a few minutes then laid back on the cot with me between his legs. I pumped up and down then pulled off and began to lick around the head, down the shaft and over his immature balls.
“Does this feel as good as Darla’s pussy?” I asked.
“Yes,” He hissed, “Just different. “Darrell got Darla to do it once for him, but we haven’t done it with each other yet.”
After humping into my mouth a little longer, Tyler pulled a way and I rolled over on my back. He tossed a leg over sitting on my chest and said, “Let’s try it this way,” and leaned forward positioning himself to fuck my face. His penis was aimed high so I pulled it down, covered it with my lips, put my hands around Tyler’s firm butt cheeks and pulled him toward me. In seconds he was thrusting into my mouth and gaining speed.
“Ahh, I’m getting there,” he groaned, then pulled back quickly, pumped furiously on his unit and gasped in orgasmic bliss. Knowing that he had little to offer by way of discharge I hadn’t been concerned about his pulling out. As he usually did after coming, he inspected the little piss slit for any issue that he was sure that he could feel. He could only discover a clear little drop which could easily have been my saliva.
“That was great!” Tyler announced after inspecting his unit, “I want to do that some more.” I was aware that once he started my cousin was capable of several dry orgasms in fairly close succession. I could maybe do two or three, so I was confident we would do it again.
“My turn,” I announced and laid back on the cot holding my dick straight up, even though it needed no assistance. Reluctantly he slid down beside me and took my dick in his hand. He sort of inspected it for a few seconds, brushed the knob off with his fingers, and then tentatively slipped his lips just over the tip. He sucked the end for just a minute then slowly slipped his lips over the shaft as I had done for him.
It had been over a year since the last initiation ceremonies and trysts in the tents at scout camp. So I had almost forgotten how exhilarating this feeling had been. As Tyler moved down on my dick I pushed up until he gagged slightly.
“I can’t get it all in,” he complained. “Just do as much as you can,” I encouraged, and pulled him gently by the shoulders back into position. Tyler caught on quickly as all boys do, and after bobbing up and down a few minutes was able to get about two thirds of my scant five inches in his mouth. When he started using his tongue I began to feel the pressure in my boiler increase.
“Wait,” I said, pulling him off and keeping my promise not to come in his mouth. “I don’t want to come yet.” “O.K.” he said wiping his mouth, “So do me again.” He rose up displaying a once again rigid tool pointing up and out inviting more attention. So we did almost a repeat of the first session only this time as he stood straddling me and humping my face I let my fingers move farther around his butt cheeks until they were playing at the little hole I hoped to invade.
Assuming that most boys probe themselves in the shower as I had done and reminding myself that Darrell’s little dick had been there, I let a finger stray to the entrance of the hole. Either his mind was on his dick or he didn’t object so I pushed my middle finger over the opening and feeling moisture slipped it in stopping at the first knuckle.
Tyler’s became more pronounced pushing into my face and back against my finger. As his strokes got longer and slower more of my finger went in until he started speeding up as his approached the summit. He made one move as if to pull out but I held him in and pushed him into me until my lips were bumping against his pubic bone and was almost swallowing his balls. I felt his orgasm rising and just he reached the peak I pushed a second finger into his hole until both were up to the second knuckle. He wrapped his arms around my head and his body jolted five or six times.
I felt him gradually relax and then go almost limp allowing his dick to slip from my mouth and my fingers from his butt. “Wow! That was the best ever,” he offered weakly. “It felt like when I was doing it to Darla and Darrell was doing it to me.” That picture gave me inspiration for what I planned to do next.
After letting Tyler lie limply on the cot for a few minutes I began running my fingers over his legs and body. Even in his major state of relaxation his dick began to rise again and pulled one of his legs and encouraged him to roll over. He obviously knew what I had in mind and directed me to the lotion in his little gym bag and admonished me to stop if he told me to. I agreed to the terms and crawled between his splayed legs and rubbed an ample amount of lotion on my dick. Spreading his cheeks with one hand I then put small quantity directly on the hole, having felt around to locate it in the dark. As an after thought I pushed a little inside with my finger causing Tyler to wince and grunt a little.
My boyhood was still in a solid state so quickly set about finding the target. It slipped and slid between Tyler’s cheeks and passed the hole a couple of times without going in. I encouraged my cousin to get up from his stomach to his knees to give me better access. I located the target in the dim moonlight and pushed. Again it slipped past causing Tyler to wince a little and just as I began to fear that it might not go in this time, I pushed one more time at the little round opening and the head of my dick just sort of popped in to just behind the helmet.
“Ouch! Wait,” Tyler complained. I had stopped but the end was still entrenched. He hadn’t told me to take it out so I just left if for a minute until he said, “O.K., A little more.” Then with his direction I inched a little at a time until almost half of my dick was in my cousin’s butt.
“Oh, man. You’re lots bigger than Darrell,” he whispered. “It feels like a log in there.” I acknowledged the discomfort but recognized no real complaint of pain, so I gradually began working back and forth and Tyler began to relax a little. The lotion began to work allowing my dick to slide in and out. Either the sensation was better than I had remembered from my brief experiments at scout camp or I was just incredibly horny.
I had barely started to move when the wave of animalistic euphoria overtook me. My dick slipped out a couple of time but I quickly reinserted it each time going in a little farther. With over half of my shaft now imbedded I began to imagine being between Bill’s sister’s legs, and then even thought about how it would be to do it with Darla. Speeding up some I leaned over my cousin’s back pressing my bare chest to his back, reached around grabbing his dick, and pressed harder into him. He started to protest my aggressiveness but I was past the point of no return and much too soon my loins erupted firing a major salvo of teen semen into my cousin’s canal.
“Oh wait. Are you coming? You didn’t tell me you were going to come in me.” Even though protesting verbally my cousin made no attempt to dislodge me. In fact the first spurt of my jizz added enough slickness to allow another inch of entry causing Tyler to grunt in protest but reach back with one hand on my butt as we both felt each spasm. After five or six salvos we collapsed onto the cot with my dick only slightly softened and still in his ass.
My face was close to his. “Sorry I didn’t know that was going to happen. I went off really fast. I couldn’t stop.”
“It’s O.K. I guess, it just feels really weird. It’s squishy down there. And it hurt like crazy for a second.”
“Does it feel alright now?”
“Yeah, I guess. Is it all the way in?”
“I think so.” I pulled my hand from under Tyler where I had a grip on his semi-hard penis. I lifted my shoulders separating our sweat moistened bodies, and considered pulling my member from its confines when the initial move brought a new sensation and I felt myself starting to get hard again. Tyler felt it too and only reluctantly agreed to let me do it some more since I had gone off so fast.
With only mild protests of discomfort from my cousin I proceeded to enjoy a nice long slow fuck. Only a little more than half of my dick was being swallowed by his orifice but the sensation was amazing. I wondered if this felt so good how much better a real live female pussy could feel. Then I began to imagine myself between the legs of Bill’s sister, Marion, again and fantasized about a couple of other girls I knew in school. This time as my eruption mounted I pulled out deciding to “save it” for later. I wasn’t sure how many more were left in me before I was done.
I pulled out slowly and retrieved the tissue that Tyler had stashed and we commenced to wipe the stickiness from his crack that I had left before.
“My turn,” he announced, as we disposed of the tissue. “Suck me a little first, though.”
I complied for a few minutes bringing him to a maximum state of erection then rolled onto my stomach giving him access. We had been through this part of the drill in my bed a few weeks ago. So with the aid of the lotion he slid his dick up and down in my crack spreading the moisture then slipped through my sphincter fairly easily. As I reached back spreading my cheeks Tyler gradually slipped in deeper. I was aware that he had grown some when I felt him spread my opening and fill me. After hesitating a few seconds he moved my hands away, gripped me around the hips and leaned into me until I could feel his naked flesh against me. Then he slowly started moving picking up speed slowly. Having already come twice, he lasted much longer that I did the first time.
He whispered comments in my ear about how this felt different than doing it with Darla but he liked this, too. A short dialog followed that described more of the kid’s afternoon orgy and the variety of sensations that they experienced.
“She was really slippery and I got all of it in. She said she’d done it with her friend’s brother. He’s thirteen and they live down the street. And we tried a bunch of stuff but she didn’t like having it in her butt. So while I was doing it in her pussy and Darrell was waiting for a turn he stuck his dick in me. So I did it to him when it was his turn.” The lurid descriptions along with the sensation of four inches of boy peter slipping in my rectum had me horny again.
The story was having the same affect on Tyler. He began to concentrate on sinking each stroke as far in as he could and picking up the tempo. After what seemed like an hour he let the weight of his skinny chest press against my back.
“I’m getting there,” he uttered quietly, and then “Ahh,” escaped from him as pressed his dick hard into me. I reached back pulling his cheeks against me as I felt the little tube spasm inside my tunnel.
“That was fantastic,” he whispered after laying silently on my back for a few minutes.
I realized about then that I felt close to my cousin. We would never consider kissing each other, but we always spent a few minutes each time we were together like this just pressed together, flesh to flesh, creating a boyhood bond that no one could ever erase. So after we wiped the residue of lotion from both of us we laid down close together and eventually ended up with me spooned in behind. My semi-hard dick was resting in the crack of his butt and I had my arm around him stroking gently over and around his dick, under his balls and over his thighs. I think we both began to realize that, after tonight, it might be a long time before we saw each other, and perhaps would not ever have this opportunity again.
We rested, even dozed a little, until I felt my dick start to rise again. Scooting down I pushed my tool between his thighs. He spread them a little then closed them trapping my unit in between as we had done many times before. I moved my hand gently down his front and discovered his equally hard tool. I felt his balls, brushed the shaft up to the tip with my fingers, then took him in my hand and began the familiar motion.
When his hips began to match the motion of my hand, I slid down and lifted up slightly on his leg aiming my tool at the small opening. He lifted his leg a little more to allow me better access. It was warm and moist from our sweat and our previous encounter, but he suggested more lotion. Locating the lube behind me I added a generous amount to my dick then returned to my previous approach with both us on our side.
I was surprised at how easily I slipped in this time and how much went in. My hand was still covered in lotion so I reached around and began to match my motion on his rigid tool. We found a comfortable rhythm and kept it going for what seemed like a long time. Tyler countered my strokes on his dick by pushing back against me with his hips causing me to go little deeper and bringing an occasion grunt of discomfort from him.
There were no imaginary scenes or fantasies this time. It was just two boys bonding in the closest possible way, having fun, having sex, making love. After awhile we both confessed to getting sore and tired and sped up our activity. I whispered, “I’m gonna’ come.” “Me, too,” he responded. As I felt my eruption begin I felt Tyler’s balls contract and his penis spasm in concert with mine. My body shivered and twitched and I felt like I was pouring a gallon of my soul into my cousin’s body. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I felt a small amount of wetness from the end of Tyler’s phallus. We collapsed.
In a matter of minutes after retrieving our shorts and pulling quilts over us we were asleep.
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