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Title: Kindergarten Cousins Spy Something Naughty 
(bb/first/voy/mast/oral MF/oral/piv)
Author: decent@hush.com

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. 

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

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My little boy summoned me to his bath-side tonight; howling the 
word "Daddy!" in three syllables that were probably loud enough to 
be heard in the next-door neighbors basement. I arrived to find him 
standing ankle deep in bubble bath, with his bare skin gleaming 
wetly and his normally blond hair water-darkened to light brown and 
slicked down against his scalp. 

"Look," he chirped proudly, wagging his hips from side to side so I 
could admire the tiny erection that strained out in front of him 
like a little pointing finger.

I laughed and said, "Very nice." 

Chin-on-chest the little boy giggled gleefully as he aimlessly 
slapped at his little boner with one hand and watched it bob and 
flick in response. 

"Anything else?" I asked playfully, already half-way out of the 
room and preparing to close the door.

"Nope," he smiled back, not bothering to look up.

I closed the door, and stood in the hall, taking a deep breath and 
gathering my thoughts. Of course I had acted nonchalant, but the 
sight of my carefree son innocently enjoying his body had stirred a 
powerfully sexually arousing memory of my self at the same age, and 
almost instantly I had felt a tightening in my underwear and an 
anxious tremble in my hands. Those were the signals for me to go 
somewhere else. I headed off at a brisk pace.

On the way past the living room I called to my wife, "I've got some 
work to do, hon', will you help him get dressed whenever he's 
ready?" I didn't wait for her to answer, but just continued past, 
eager to get to my office. 

I'd been meaning to write this story down for quite some time but 
had put it off, wondering whether I could get the details straight, 
and if I did would want to read it. But tonight the memory had been 
jolted to the surface. It was fresher and more vibrant than it had 
been in decades. I sat down at the keyboard and let it tumble out 
of me.



Back then I lived with my older brother and both parents at the end 
of a dirt road on a little parcel that bordered on acres of vacant 
state land. Our property house was a hundred yards from the traffic 
of a major interstate freeway, but ten miles from nearest way onto 
it. 

It a lonely place for a kid; There were only three other houses 
within bicycle range and only one of them had kids in it. There 
were two much older boys and a little girl about my age who I 
rarely played with. For the most part my older brother was my only 
company, and he resented having to look after me. He rarely missed 
a chance to remind me of how much he wished I'd never been born.  

My uncle and his two kids turned up at our house in the middle of 
the night in the same year I was set to begin kindergarten. Mom 
gathered us in the living room an hour before they arrived, and 
explained that her brother was getting out of the army and would be 
living with us until he found somewhere else to stay. She 
emphasized that his two kids would already be nervous about their 
new place and how that meant we had to be nice to them. 

I thought, "I already have one lousy brother, who needs two more?"

The whole idea of it made me angry, and I let it show, as only a 
five-year-old can. When Mom told me that I had to share my toys 
with them too I started literally bawling in misery at the thought 
of some strange kid playing with, and probably breaking, all of my 
favorite things.

My Mom barely got me to calm down before the little family showed 
up. They stood in the living room, and I eyed them suspiciously. 
Some goofy looking uncle I never met before and his two crummy 
kids. One was a brat waddling around with a bottle and a diaper; a 
toy-breaker if I ever saw one. The other one was nearer my age, but 
shorter, skinnier, and blonder than me.

Despite my mom's trying to talk me into being his buddy, I had been 
pretty sure I wouldn't like him, and I didn't. The only good thing 
was that he was too scrawny to even think about pushing me around. 
I decided to beat the tar out of him as soon as he gave me an 
excuse. My mother introduced us all. Apparently I was supposed to 
care that the toy-breaker had a name and that they called the older 
one Joey. I scowled angrily, and waited until my mother threatened 
to spank me before finally mumbling "Hello." 

Joey met my eyes and gave me an apologetic half-smile. It seemed to 
indicate that he knew the deal, understood that he was the 
intruder. That was to his credit, and I let my scowl soften a 
little. Then, when my mother invited him to go in my room and see 
my toys, he didn't make a move, just watched my face warily, until 
I finally relented and gave a noncommittal shrug. He nodded and 
followed one step behind the whole way to my room.

An hour later, Joey and I lay side by side on the carpet of the 
bedroom staring at the ceiling, breathless from giggling and rough-
housing. Laying next to Joey I had a very good feeling, like I had 
found my best friend. I begged my mom to let him sleep in my room 
that night, and the next morning over a breakfast of Cheerios I 
announced that I wished Joey would never have to leave.  

They stayed from March until December. 

Joey's Dad converted the big old shed in our backyard into a small 
apartment. It was a single room, slightly larger than our living 
room. There was one dirty window set in a creaky wooden door that 
didn't quite reach the unfinished wood planks of the floor. They 
spent a day shoving aside the junk and forgotten boxes that we kept 
stored in there and moving in a used sofa and a couple of old 
rescued beds. 

My dad had once used the place as a workshop, so there was enough 
electricity to run our old black and white television, a portable 
heater, and a lamp. Despite these little comforts, the space was 
forever dim and the smell of sawdust and old books never really 
went away. For a bathroom they came through the back door to use 
the one in our house or, more often with a group of all guys, just 
used the backyard. 

My parents hadn't joined the church yet, and all the adults liked 
to drink. My Dad would rather get drunk at home, but Mom loved to 
dance, and so fairly regularly she would press my Uncle into 
looking after all the kids so her and my Dad could go out on the 
town. It was tit-for-tat because she watched us every day when he 
went to work. 

This particular night was a little unusual because my Uncle's 
girlfriend turned up at the house shortly after my parents left. 
She was nice; a pretty girl with long blond hair and very large 
memorable eyes. I couldn't say how old exactly; probably a 
teenager; certainly younger than my mother. She made us all dinner 
and then her and my uncle drank bottled beer while the four boys 
horsed around for a bit. Finally they made us settle down. We lay 
on our bellies on the floor and watched T.V., while the two adults 
cuddled and snuggled on the couch. Then around the time my younger 
cousin fell asleep, Joey's Dad declared lights out. 

He left my older brother in the house and told him he could watch 
T.V. until eleven. Then he and his girlfriend walked out to the 
shed, with my uncle carrying the sleeping baby in his arms and me 
and Joey bringing up the rear. 

The whole time we were walking, my uncle kept on grabbing at his 
girlfriends ass with his one free hand. She told him to quit it, 
but then every single time he did it she giggled like it was the 
funniest joke she ever heard. She was carrying two full bottles of 
beer in each hand and she finally told him that whichever one he 
made her drop was going to be his.  Then he shoved open the door 
and the whole gang of us filed noisily through into the shed. 

Instead of putting on the lamp, the first thing my uncle did was to 
switch on the TV. The he settled the baby down and commanded me and 
Joey to get in bed. We stripped down to underwear and tee-shirts 
and dove under the covers. The shed was freezing; we lay face-to-
face under the blanket, clinging to each other for warmth and each 
giggling like mad at the other boy's shivering body and chattering 
teeth. My uncle flipped the switch on the little electric heater, 
and it buzzed to life, blazing warmth, and adding a soft orange 
glow to the dimly lit room.  

A minute later, somewhat warmer, the two of us rolled 
simultaneously onto our bellies to investigate the girlish giggles 
emanating from the other side of the room. We could see my uncle 
and his girlfriend settled under their own blanket and apparently 
enjoying themselves immensely. He was kissing her on the neck, and 
his hands were moving around under the covers. To my childish mind 
it seemed likely that he was tickling her. She was laughing and 
wriggling a lot but clearly not trying very hard to get away. I'd 
seen my parents getting mushy like this before. 

I was trying not to giggle when Joey loudly chimed, "Ooh La LA!" 

"Sleep!" his Dad commanded sternly, and glowered in our direction.  
Instantly Joey and I flipped on our backs and snuggled out of sight 
with our heads under the covers. 

The next thing I remembered was Joey's hand on my arm, gently 
shaking me awake. I was on my back, and when I opened my eyes I 
could see Joey curled on his side facing towards me, with one hand 
up over his mouth to stifle a giggle. As I turned groggily to face 
him, he held one finger to his lips and inaudibly mimed the word 
"Shhh."

I had been enjoying my sleep, and had not forgotten about the angry 
uncle lurking a few feet away.  I raised my right eyebrow in an 
inquisitive arch that silently asked, "What is it?" Simultaneously 
I scrunched the left eyebrow down into an angry furrow which warned 
that whatever it was had better be good. 

Joey's eyes sparkled back at me mischievously as he shot a devilish 
grin that assured me I would not be disappointed. 

Intrigued, I cocked my head to the side and waited. Joey jerked a 
thumb over his shoulder twice to indicate the sofa where my uncle 
and his girlfriend were sitting. Silently, we rolled onto our 
bellies and peeked over the top of the pillow. I peered into the 
gloom, wondering what Joey had seen that had him so excited. 

The first thing I noticed was my uncle sitting on the sofa all 
alone. The little TV threw cast a bluish light, and threw strange 
shadows over his form. The portable heater was blazing away, and 
the room was warm enough that he no longer needed to huddle under a 
blanket. He wasn't even wearing a shirt. His girlfriend seemed to 
be nowhere around. 

Joey was looking at me expectantly. I shot him an exasperated look, 
the eyebrows pointing out that spying on my uncle watching T.V. was 
hardly a thrill. Joey rolled his eyes at me, and then, with a 
little huff of annoyance, stabbed a finger urgently in his father's 
direction.  

I looked again; searching carefully. Something just in front of my 
uncle moved, and caught my eye. Finally, through the flickering 
shadows I made sense of the scene. 

My uncle's girlfriend was kneeling on the floor between his legs, 
wearing nothing but her panties. 

My first breathless thought was, "Oh my God, She's naked." 

My second was, "Jesus Christ, I can see everything." 

With her head tilted slightly forward, she gazed down at her chest. 
The television shone behind her, throwing deep shadows over her 
face. Her long straight hair cascaded over her shoulders like a 
curtain; it lay across her back in soft sheets, draping over 
shoulder blades and touching the barely visible ridge of her spine. 

In the front, the feathered ends of her mane rested against the 
curve of her breasts. They were small, pointed, and turned up just 
little at the end. Even in the uneven light I could clearly see the 
long dark nipples that stuck straight out from the ends like 
exclamation points. 

As I watched, she cupped them in her hands, briefly squeezed and 
kneaded them, then rubbed her fingers over her nipples in tiny 
circles. She pushed them together, and turned her head to the side, 
giving me a clear view of her face. With eyes closed and lips 
pursed tightly together, she leaned back slightly and ran one hand 
down the front of her body. My eyes followed as her hand traveled 
from her breasts, lingered momentarily at the navel, and then slid 
further south. 

I'd never seen a female naked, nor had it ever occurred to me to 
wonder about it before. Yet I felt something tighten in my groin as 
her fingers dipped into the waistband of her panties and began 
urgently groping as if she were searching for something in there. I 
found myself wanting desperately to see what she had inside her 
underwear. I intently studied the little triangle of silky pale 
blue cloth, but could make out no detail of what could lay beneath 
her diligently furrowing hand.
Finally she withdrew it. Leaning forward she held it out towards my 
uncle's face. He took her by the wrist and dipped one of her 
fingers into his mouth. The look on his face and the sound she let 
out said that they both liked it when he did that. I had no idea 
what they were up to, but whatever it was caused the most lovely 
aching pressure in my crotch, and, I liked it too. 

It was hurting just a little, so I rolled to one side until the 
pressure lessened.  When I settled back onto my stomach the 
pressure of the bed against my privates gave me an indescribably 
delicious feeling. I lifted myself up so I could do it again. It 
was a little like the feeling of a big yawning stretch first thing 
in the morning, but a lot nicer. I began to grind my hips absently 
against the bed as I avidly gazed upon the couple on the sofa.     

She was leaning across his lap now. My uncle massaged her left 
breast with one hand, while his other hand was at the back of her 
head, his big fingers tangled in her hair as he held her to him for 
a deep kiss. As he pulled away I could see that their mouths were 
open, and their tongues were touching. I'd seen my parents kiss 
this way, and it never failed to give me a little twinge of 
revulsion. She leaned further forward; as her tongue sought his 
again, I wondered why old people liked that so much.

Fortunately there was something more interesting for me to watch: 
Her hand was busy again, but this time it was down between my 
uncles legs rather than her own. The area between them was case in 
shadow, and at first I couldn't tell if his underpants were on or 
off. All I could really see was her forearm moving up and down. 

I patiently peered into the darkness, waiting for a glimpse of what 
was going on. Finally she leaned to the side and my diligence was 
rewarded as the light from the T.V. briefly illuminated the entire 
situation. 

Now, my own little wiener had always been just as bald as my belly 
button or my armpits, and as far as I could remember it had always 
hung there just as limp and rubbery as used bubble gum. So the 
first shock was not merely the enormous size of the pole that 
jutted out from between his legs, but rather the fact that it 
jutted at all. The mound of curly dark hair at its base was 
something I never would have guessed, nor believed if I hadn't seen 
it.  



I stared, amazed; dumbfounded; flabbergasted. I turned and looked 
at Joey, my eyebrows drawn in disbelief. 

"Is that --?" I whispered.

Joey nodded his head emphatically, his face smeared with a grin. 

I looked back, but she had already leaned forward, dousing the area 
in shadow. Still doubting that I had understood what I was looking 
at, I leaned over to Joey and whispered as softly as I could, "Is 
that..?"

"His dick!" Joey whispered back gleefully. With a wide eyed shrug 
he conceded his own amazement. 

Now fascinated, I wheeled my gaze back to the sofa, eager for 
another glimpse of my uncle's tool. Now, he was leaning back on the 
couch. The girl was back to groping inside her own panties with one 
hand, and tugging on his rod with the other. They were so close 
that when the light was right I could see the bulging head of his 
prick, and even the slit of his pee-hole. His balls, covered in a 
blanket of coarse hair, hung just below, bobbing up and down 
slightly as she rhythmically pulled away at his shaft. 

I stared at his big hard wiener and wondered if all men were like 
that. I pictured them walking around with their hard-on's stashed 
awkwardly under their clothes. I could make no sense of it. 

Confused, I turned to Joey.

"It's..." I hissed at him in the dark, then trailed off, struggling 
to form the question.

"Hard." he said, with finality. 

I nodded. 

Grinning, he rolled onto his back and lifted the covers up over our 
heads. We were suddenly alone together in the dark tent-line space 
beneath the covers.  "Look," He whispered to me softly, lifting the 
covers and letting in more light, along with a cool gush of air. 

It was too dim to make out any color, but bright enough to see my 
five-year-old cousin's body lying beside me. His tee-shirt was 
pulled up and tucked under his chin, revealing the faded circles of 
the little boy's nipples, and the smooth flat expanse of his belly, 
punctuated with a little dark oval that was his navel. Below the 
belly button, his abdomen sloped gently downward to form a V 
between his legs. On the point of this was the child's slightly 
puffy hairless little public mound.

The elastic band of his white cotton briefs was pulled down and 
hooked in place under his scrotum. The pressure from the elastic 
stretched the skin of his sack and two little balls were clearly 
visible pressing through the skin. Just above his testicles the 
solitary stiffened member stood, pointing straight ahead. 

Compared to my uncles lolling fur covered beast, Joey's prick was 
compact and tidy. It was about as long as my middle finger, and as 
fat as my thumb; with a straight slender shaft that was just a bit 
narrower than the head, which I thought resembled a fireman's hat.  

He reached down and pressed his first two fingers against the top 
of the head, pushing the stiff little rod down towards his balls. 
It was hard as nails, and when he let go it instantly popped back 
to attention. He did this two or three more times, before curiosity 
got the best of me and I tentatively reached to try it myself. 

Joey lifted his hips slightly to give me better access; a silent 
green-light to my approaching hand. Accepting his invitation, I 
eagerly extended just my first finger and placed it gently on the 
head of his little tool. It felt warm and pleasant. I ran my finger 
up and down its length a couple of times, and discovered that his 
splendid firmness was clothed in skin that was soft and silky 
smooth. I wrapped it loosely in a fist, and was delighted to find 
that when I gave a little squeeze, it responded by stiffening and 
moving a little in my hand. It reminded me of the wonderful ache 
between my own legs, which I had been pressing and relaxing against 
the bed. I wondered how my own erection would look. 

Just then Joey was wondering too. He said, "Let me see yours." 


I rolled onto my back without hesitation, and lifted my shirt. 
Lying nearly naked beside the other boy, I couldn't help comparing 
our bodies. His was lean, with a flat stomach and the hard edges of 
hip bone and rib cage showing through the skin. I saw my own was 
softer, less angular, with a slightly rounded belly and an 
impersonation of pectoral definition. 

The bulging lump of my erection was pinned beneath the straining 
fabric of my underwear.  I reached down and hooked my thumbs inside 
the elastic band, then hesitated: suddenly, inexplicably, I felt 
embarrassed. I glanced nervously at Joey. He was staring avidly at 
the bulge in my undies. 

After a moment he realized that I was watching him. He turned to 
me, and his big round eyes searched my face for just a moment 
before registering my insecurity. Concern flashed across his face, 
and immediately he reached out and placed a hand on my arm. It was 
warm, and for a moment I wasn't sure if it was meant to comfort me, 
or to prevent me from pulling down my underwear.  

"It's okay if you don't," he reassured me sincerely. 

I was relieved, then embarrassed, and finally joyful. I thought: 
Joey is my best friend; he would never be careless with my 
feelings. The anxiety I had felt moments before now seemed silly. 

I took a deep breath, and then pulled my underwear down in a single 
movement. My stiff little rod popped out and stood at attention. 

It was like Joey's, but fatter and not as long. And where my 
cousins came to a pointed head only slightly wider than the shaft, 
my own little rod was crowned with a much wider swollen fleshy 
dome. Below the head, the skin was looser than my cousins, and a 
small bluish vein, slightly raised, ran along part of its length. 

The cold caused my scrotum to huddle against my body in a wrinkly 
little half sphere, with a line running right down the middle like 
a seam. At the top, the little sack came to a fold of skin that 
made a ring just above the base of my stiffened peter. 

Joey hand was still on my arm, and now he carefully reached out and 
wrapped his slender fingers around my little three-inch prick. The 
touch seemed electric, and I had to stifle a little gasp of 
surprise. 

He gripped my penis about half-way along its length and started 
moving his hand up and down, in an approximation of what my uncle's 
girlfriend had seemed to be doing. My skin was loose enough that it 
slid up and down over the shaft as his hand moved. On the shaft it 
didn't feel like much of anything, but as he pulled upward the skin 
would bunch below my bulging cock-head like a turtle neck sweater. 

The action was clumsy and the timing irregular, yet occasionally by 
chance at the top of the movement those little folds of skin would 
briefly slip up over the fleshy ring of my corona and then back 
down again, giving me a little momentary flash of pleasure. 

It felt just good enough that while I didn't mind letting him do it 
for a while, I also didn't mind when he stopped after less than 
half a minute.  

He looked at me eagerly, and whispered, "Do you like it?"

I shrugged, "I guess." He looked disappointed, so I added, "It's 
kind of nice. You want to try it?"

He nodded seriously, and lay back on the pillow. I reached over and 
took hold of his rod. It felt very hot. I found that it was too 
hard and the skin stretched too tight to move the way mine had 
done. After trying a few other things I quickly found that if I 
kept my hand very loose I could slide my fist up and down over his 
slender three-and-a-half inch tool. 

As I moved my hand I watched his face for a reaction. He kept his 
eyes open, but looked distant, as if he was listening carefully, or 
struggling to remember something. 

I kept on for about as long as he had done to me, then stopped and 
said, "Do you like it?"

He nodded, and whispered "Yeah." 

So I kept my hand going up and down. I liked feeling the velvety 
smoothness of his skin stretched over the hardness inside. I rubbed 
my own erection idly as I masturbated my cousin, and wondered as I 
did so how it could have a bone in it sometimes and not others. 
Maybe the bone went up into your tummy, I mused.

After a minute or so a little noise from across the room reminded 
me of the other couple in the room. I stopped what I was doing and 
stuck my head out from under the covers to peer across the room. 
The girl was on her back the sofa, and my uncle was lying on top of 
her. He was kneeling between her legs with his back towards us. All 
I could see of her was a pair of smooth shapely legs bent up at the 
knees, and her hands wrapped around and clinging to his back as he 
hunched his hips against her at a deliberate pace.   

Joey rolled to face me, and I put my hand back on his little rod. 
As I worked my hand over his prick I alternated between watching my 
uncle screwing his girlfriend, and studying my cousins face. He had 
a small mouth, with narrow lips which were slightly parted so I 
could see neat white rows of milk teeth that were getting to be too 
small for his features. He had a thoughtful expression, and his 
pale blue eyes seemed to look right through me as I guided my hand 
up and down over his pecker. 

My thumb and forefinger were looped together in a little ring, and 
remembering what had felt the best to me, I tried rubbing this more 
directly on the widest part of his cock-head. Instantly, his eyes 
seemed to focus. His eyebrows fell a little and his mouth came open 
in an expression of curiosity and mild surprise. 

"Yeah," was all he said. 

I guessed he meant for me to keep doing that, so I did. Very soon 
he closed his eyes, and I noticed I could hear him breathing 
through his mouth. Without meaning to I had begun moving my hand to 
that rhythm. I glanced over at my uncle and his girlfriend; and saw 
that they were still in the same position, and then looked back at 
Joey in time to see the pointed tip of his tongue dart out and 
flick over the thin line of his upper lip. Joey was breathing 
faster, and I now deliberately matched the movements of my hand to 
his pace. He responded to the new momentum by furrowing his brow 
and biting his lower lip in an expression that looked like deep 
concentration. He was completely silent except for his breathing.

Then, unexpectedly, his left hand, long forgotten at his side, 
darted up a few inches off the bed with all five fingers extended 
stiffly in a gesture that looked like "Stop." His eyes popped open, 
and he stared intently at me with a breathless look that could have 
been either alarm or tense expectation. The look worried me a 
little. I stopped moving my hand and whispered, "Are you ok?" 

For a moment I could see that he was holding his breath, and that 
the muscles in his arms, legs, and back were as stiff and tense as 
a guitar string. Finally he let his breath out in a slow sigh, and 
relaxed back onto the bed with his hands once again limp at his 
side. He closed his eyes and nodded his head thoughtfully.

After a deep breath, he finally answered "Yeah."

Amazed, I asked "Did it feel good?"

I was answered by a "Shh!" from across the room.  
 
Joey and I looked at each other, stricken with terror. For several 
seconds neither of us dared to breathe. Then suddenly Joey reached 
down, pulled his underwear up, and rolled onto his side, pretending 
to be asleep. I did the same, but rolled to the other side, so that 
we were back to back. 

If my uncle realize that we were not asleep he would whip us for 
sure. I lay there, staring straight ahead and listening. My heart 
pounded furiously in my chest, and I didn't dare to breathe. I 
heard Joey swallow. My own mouth was dry. Finally, after an 
eternity our silence was broken by a soft feminine moan from across 
the room. 

"Mmm.." it said. 

I allowed myself to take a breath, but remained alert; listening. 

 A few seconds later I heard a little louder,  "Mmmmm --." 

 "Shhh! The kids are asleep." 

That was my uncle. He thought we were asleep. My heart was still 
hammering in my chest, and I felt lightheaded, but I knew the 
danger had passed. .Joey let out a soft sigh of relief and rolled 
onto his back. Meanwhile, the moaning continued, only slightly 
quieter. After several seconds it was plain that they were not 
paying us any attention.  Joey and I rolled onto our stomachs at 
almost the same time, and peeked eagerly out over the pillow. 

The girl was standing with her feet together and her upper body 
bent low over the sofa. I spotted her little panties in a heap on 
the floor, and realized that she was now completely naked. The 
thought excited me tremendously. 

Silhouetted against the darkness were the beautiful curves of her 
ass; her thighs; her calves. My uncle was standing very close 
behind her rhythmically thrusting his hips against her. He drove 
himself against her fast and hard; I could see her rocking forward 
with each thrust, and I could hear their bodies slapping together. 
Her head was down, and her face covered by hair, but I could see 
her little breasts bouncing along with his rhythm.

"Uhn? Uhn? Mmm?" Her cries went up at the end and the inflection 
made each guttural moan sound like a question. My uncle pounded his 
body against hers even harder., and she gripped the cushions of the 
sofa tightly to steady herself. She turned her face towards me and 
I got a glimpse of an expression that I briefly mistook for pain. 

She corrected me by mewing, "Yeah? Yeah? Oh? Yeah?" 

I had lost my erection in my terror of being discovered, but at 
these sounds my little organ leapt immediately back to attention. 

The girl twisted her hips slightly to the side. As she pulled away 
from him I could see my uncle's big wet tool hanging out in front 
of him. She planted her feet a little further apart, and my uncle 
planted one foot up on the sofa. In their new position, I could 
clearly see him grab his huge cock by the base, slide it up between 
her legs and then push first the swollen head, and then the full 
length of his meat inside of her. 

It went in as easy as can be, and she didn't seem to mind. Knowing 
of no more likely place, I figured it had gone in her butt. As my 
uncle pumped his stiff rod in and out of her in long slow strokes, 
she reached down and started rubbing furiously between her legs. My 
uncle moved faster, and she began to whimper, and then to moan 
inarticulately, and finally to curse at every thrust of his cock. 

"Oh shit," she groaned as he pushed into her. 

"Oh fuck!" she cried, gasping and tossing her head forward. 

"Oh God!" she exclaimed, as her face twisted into something like 
bewildered amazement. 

And then, unexpectedly she grew quiet again. 

She said, somewhat nervously "You know I'm not on the pill. Please 
say you didn't come in me."

"Naw," he said, pulling his thick rod out of her and idly sliding 
his hand back and forth over the shiny wet head. "Sit down there. I 
was waiting for you get off so you could do this with your mouth." 

The girl turned sat on the sofa in front of him, putting her mouth 
at nearly the same height as his cock. He held the swollen organ at 
the base, and she leaned forward and took it in her mouth. My uncle 
grunted a little when she did it, and then put his hands on his 
hips, leaned his shoulders back slightly, and pushed his pelvis 
towards her. 

The girl gripped his pole about halfway up and pumped it with her 
hand, while working her mouth up and down over the tip. His rod was 
slick with her spit, and from time to time she took her mouth away, 
and thrust the slippery tool in and out of her fist.  She licked it 
from top to bottom for a while, and then spent a long time swirling 
her tongue around and around the bulging head of his dick. She put 
just the head in her mouth, and sucked so hard that her cheeks 
caved in, and then pulled it out with a wet kissing sound. 

After two or three minutes of  her running through this repertoire 
I saw my uncle reach down and put his hand on the back of her 
head., tangling his fingers in her long hair. He pulled her face 
down on his rod and pumped slowly in and out of her mouth for 
several seconds. He let out a grunt and a sigh, and I heard her 
cough as best as she could with his cock-rod filling her mouth. 

As he pulled his penis out he said, "Swallow it. There's no place 
to spit."

A second later he handed her a half-full bottle of beer. She took a 
drink and said, "Thanks," then reached over and lit a cigarette. 
The smell of smoke reached me a second later, as she exhaled a 
milky plume of smoke into the room. 

Joey quietly pulled the covers over our heads, and we laid in the 
dark, listening to the soft murmur of adult voices. Five minutes 
later, we heard the TV switch off. The room was now lit only by the 
orangey glow of the portable heater. I lay there for long minutes, 
thinking about what I had seen, and rubbing my hand on my still-
hard member.

Five minutes after my uncle began to snore I said, "I want you to 
put it in your mouth." 

Joey thought for only moment before answering, "Will you do it 
first?" 

I thought about for a couple seconds and finally said, "Ok." 

He rolled on his back and I slid myself down further under the 
covers, groping in the dark until my hand found his body. The first 
thing I landed on was his calf. Like my own, it was covered in tiny 
blond hair that you could feel but not see. 

He said, "Wait," and I froze while he wiggled out of his underwear. 
When he was finished he said, "Ok," and I climbed between his legs. 

It was too dark to see anything, but as my face came closer to 
where I knew his penis must be I felt heat radiating from his 
prick. It gave off a warm and slightly humid scent that was a mix 
of soap and fabric softener. It reminded me of clean sheets. 

I leaned forward in the dark, and the tip of his stiffened organ 
poked me in the cheek. I was pleased to know that he was as hard as 
I was. I reached up carefully and gripped it near the base. Feeling 
nervous and hoping it wouldn't taste too bad; I counted to three 
and popped it in my mouth. 

My uncle's girlfriend had struggled to accommodate his man-sized 
pole, but Joey's was proportionally smaller and I found that it 
easily slipped in all the way. Joey let out one little gasp and 
then fell completely silent. 

My first thought was, "It doesn't taste like anything." 

That was a relief. Still, I didn't try to move around; just laid 
there on my belly in the dark, feeling the tip of my nose pressed 
against the hairless skin at the base of his dick and enjoying his 
smell. I could feel the tip of his little rod just barely reaching 
the back of my throat. It didn't hurt my jaw or make me feel like 
gagging; rather it seemed to fit there quite naturally. I explored 
the slender shaft with my tongue, feeling the warmth and silky 
softness of his skin, and liking the comfortable little O that my 
mouth made around the base of his privates. I could feel my own 
erection inside my underwear and when I wriggled my hips and pushed 
it against the bed it throbbed and pushed back.  After a few 
seconds I let Joey's dick slide back out of my mouth. 

"Did you like it?" I whispered. 

"Yeah," he whispered back, "Let me do it to you." 

I eagerly traded places with my cousin. Our bare legs brushed 
together in the dark, and the warm smoothness of his skin gave me a 
thrill. I squirmed out of my underwear as fast as I could. The room 
had warmed, and the air brushed my nude erection sensually. I 
decided I liked the feeling of being naked, and took off my shirt 
as well.

One hand found my stiffened prick and gripped it with two fingers, 
while the other hand groped its way downward until it found Joey's 
tee-shirt clad arm. I felt my way upward from the yielding firmness 
of the boy's developing muscles, around the curve of his shoulder 
and across the hard ridge of his collar bone. Finally my hand 
encountered the warm impossibly smooth skin of his neck and 
wandered from there into the brushy nest of his short cropped hair. 
It was feathery soft, like a puppy. It slid and tickled through my 
fingers luxuriously as I gently guided his lips towards my 
throbbing boner. 

I involuntarily tightened my hold on the back of his head as his 
lips and tongue engulfed the head of my prick and began sliding 
down my shaft. His mouth was wet and unbelievably hot. He wasted no 
time exploring. Rather, he immediately began mimicking what he had 
seen my uncle's girlfriend do. He began by gripping my penis in his 
small warm hand, and pulling it gently up and down as he bobbed his 
head over the swollen knob of my prepubescent sex organ. 

That gave me a feeling so intense I couldn't keep still. I clenched 
my teeth, locked my hand on the back of his head, and arched up 
into a half-sitting position. It was all I could to not to scream 
and wriggle away from his overly-eager mouth. I wondered if this 
maddening ticklish thing was the feeling that Joey liked. 

Fortunately, after several seconds the ticklish feeling subsided 
and I found I was able to relax back onto the bed. I took my hand 
away from the back of his head and let him do whatever he wanted. 
It was too dark to see anything, so my mind replayed the memory of 
my uncle's girl while I concentrated on the feelings I was getting 
from Joey working his wet mouth over my peter. 

Right now he was pumping my whole rod in and out of his face. He 
was doing it kind of fast, and not using his hands at all. It 
didn't feel especially good but I thought he might just like doing 
it, so I kept quiet and let him. I could feel his warm breath 
puffing out of his nose and brushing against the bare skin at the 
base of my dick. 

A little puddle of spit formed around the bottom of my pole, and 
after a while a little ran down on the right side, between my ball-
sack and my leg. While my hand was down there, I wrapped my thumb 
and two fingers around the base of my prick. I noticed that if I 
squeezed there, my organ stiffened a little more, and I got a 
better feeling when Joey plunged it deep into his mouth. 

It was starting to feel pretty nice when abruptly he stopped. He 
clamped the wet little ring of his lips over just the head of my 
cock, and then sucked it hard while his tongue made crazy circles 
up, over, and across the bulbous tip of my three-inch rod. The 
wetness of his tongue sliding over my throbbing member felt so 
good. This, I knew, was the feeling that Joey liked. 

I closed my eyes so I could apply my full attention to the feelings 
Joey was giving me with his mouth. After several seconds gripped 
the shaft in a loose fist about halfway up, and began slowly 
sliding my little organ in and out of his mouth while his tongue 
flicked over the sensitive underside of my pole. Once, as the fat 
fleshy head of my prick was sinking into his mouth, I got a 
deliciously confusing sensation of mingled pleasure and pain, as 
his teeth brushed accidentally against my corona.  

Without intending to, I found myself gently rocking my hips against 
my cousin's face, searching for the rhythm that felt the best. I 
again laced my fingers through the feathery softness his hair. By 
steering with my hand and rocking with my hips I was able to 
precisely guide him as he plunged my throbbing penis in and out of 
his mouth. I moved a little faster, and the good feeling grew much 
stronger; it was shockingly, achingly, blissfully perfect. I bit my 
lip, and wondered that anything could feel so good. 

Very soon, I began to have the sense that some urgent crisis was 
building inside me. I felt a little anxious, as in the seconds 
before a sneeze. This new feeling was growing by the second. I was 
certain that something was going happen if I didn't make myself 
stop grinding and thrusting my swollen prick inside of Joey's 
mouth.  

my heart was now galloping, and I could hear my own breath coming 
in soft shallow little pants. Perhaps, I thought, I should stop for 
a second and catch my breath. I was determined that I would do this 
immediately, but I could feel his silken tongue sliding over and 
around the fleshy ring of my pulsing cock-head, and instead of 
pulling away from him, I drove myself deeper in. Against my own 
better judgment, I pressed my boyish little prick into the warm 
welcoming wetness of his mouth until his forehead was pressed 
tightly against my abdomen, and his chin against my hairless balls. 

I ground my hips against his face roughly for several moments, 
feeling his lips smearing wetly against the bare little mound of 
flesh where my prick was rooted. Joey gave not the slightest sign 
of protest, even when I felt the tip of my cock pressing against 
something firm and just a little yielding that I realized was the 
back of his throat only after letting my cock-head play against it 
in several very short sharp strokes. 

When I finally pulled out half-way, Joey took control of my 
pulsating rod. I let go of his head and collapsed helplessly onto 
the pillow as his tongue flicked exquisitely over the sensitive 
flesh on the underside of my throbbing prick. A few minutes ago it 
had seemed that his clumsy efforts would never be exactly right, 
but now my little sex organ was so sensitive that he could do 
nothing wrong. 

He held the stubby shaft in his hand and sucked hard while rocking 
his mouth over just the very tip of my prick-head. This felt so 
good that I couldn't help letting out a little gasp of pleasure. 
Joey sucked at the same place more insistently, and put his tongue 
to work on it too. I felt my entire body tensing. 

It felt like something was about to break inside of me. I was 
suddenly scared, wondering what excuse I could give my parents as 
they were rushing me to the hospital. 

"Something's happening." I heard myself say a little bit 
plaintively. Joey pressed in, sucking and flicking his tongue over 
the throbbing swollen head of my wiener. It felt incredible, and 
then I knew it was too late to stop whatever was going to happen 
next, because my little erection started doing something all by 
itself 

The first thing I felt was an odd momentary twitch followed a half-
second later by something stronger that was not merely a twitch, 
but was a definite squeezing of the all the muscles around my 
genitals. This was nothing I'd ever felt before, and it scared me. 
I said, "Joey, something's wrong." 

The last word of the sentence was cut off by an involuntary 
vocalization, as my boy-cousin continued to slide my little tool 
slowly in and out of his mouth and the alarming spasm suddenly grew 
into a throbbing eruption of pleasure from between my legs. That 
vocalization began as a cry of distress, and ended as a soft 
helpless moan of pleasure. 

As the first pulsing contraction came to an end I sucked in air 
audibly, and then gasped as another stronger wave of pure physical 
pleasure rocked through my pre-pubescent body. I held tightly to 
the bed sheets as the second contraction shuddered to an end. A 
moment later, my dick throbbed inside my cousins mouth again, and 
the shocking intensity of this pleasure stole my breath. I wondered 
how long this would go on. The next pulse was weaker, and after 
three more convulsive aftershocks it was done. 

With touch of my hand I signals Joey to stop moving, and then just 
lay there silently with my cock in his mouth, luxuriating in his 
warmth, and feeling very relaxed.  

"Did you like it?" Joey whispered. 

My heart was pounding, I was breathless, and trembling just a 
little. I suddenly felt weak. 

"Did it feel good?" Joey asked again.

"Yeah," I replied after several moments, "it was good." 



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