Brian's Cousin Barry

Category: Male-Male (MM)
Submitted by: Julian Age: 28 now, 15 then Gender: Male

A weekend spent with my wanking buddy's cousin. And good it was, too!

Brian and I had become regular wanking buddies, and one Wednesday morning, as we were walking to school, he suddenly asked, "How do you fancy a weekend in Brookdale [as we'll call the place], staying with my aunt and uncle? I got a letter from them this morning saying that Bob and Roger have gone off to Army Cadet Camp and Barry would like me to go and stay there while they're away; and they suggested that I should take you with me."

I'd met Brian's Uncle Barry and Aunt Maureen a couple of time, and they'd seemed to like me. They had three sons, Bob who was 19, Roger at 17 and 'young' Barry (as he was known to differentiated between him and his dad) who was a month or two younger than Brian and I.

"Yes, I'd like that. We've got nothing planned for this weekend anyway, have we?" I replied; and so that evening, Brian came to our house and explained everything to my parents, and they willingly said, yes, I could go.

So, early on the following Saturday morning, Brian's dad drove us down to the railway station and saw us on to the Brookdale train. We were excited because we were being allowed to go ON OUR OWN on this railway journey! Of course, it wasn't really very far: the journey barely took an hour. When we reached Brookdale, Brian's Uncle Barry picked us up and took us to their large house on the town's outskirts. A number Brian's relatives lived in this town where Brian himself had been born.

His Aunt Maureen made a great fuss of us, and 'young' Barry was really chuffed, too, especially that I'd gone with Brian. It was glorious sunny weather, and that afternoon, Brian took us round to their neighbour's house which had a swimming pool in the garden. This neighbour and his wife were out, but Barry had a key to open the large wooden hut in the garden which was a changing room. These neighbours let Barry and his brothers use the pool whenever they wanted.

When we'd been there about half an hour, Barry clambered out of the pool to have a pee. (He'd been well brought up!) He came back and, standing on the side, he said, "Do you know what Bob, Roger and I do when we're here alone? We swim naked!"

There was a pregnant silence for about ten seconds, and then Barry asked, "How about us doing that now?" The sexy grin on his face made it clear that he hoped we'd agree. Brian was a bit hesitant, but the idea for me was an instant winner.

"Why not?" I asked, whipping off my swimming trunks. "Come on, Brian. Get 'em off!" I told him, indicating his trunks. I suspect that from the start this had been in Barry's mind.

Brian did follow suite; and Barry, grinning his head off, ripped his own trunks off, whirled them around his head, and threw them on to the ground. Then, with a yell, he jumped into the water, almost landing on me.

I'd met Barry before but never seen him naked, of course, and the momentary glance I'd just had of him showed me an uncut plump penis resting in a bush of brown pubic hair. Though that hair had not yet begun to climb his belly, I was sure that, erect, his penis would be worth handling.

When we were all three naked, there was a great deal of horseplay and 'accidental' touching of any penis which loomed near as we swam about in the pool. None of us, though, got erections, and there was no suggestion of any masturbation.

After about an hour, Barry said that we should return home because the evening meal would be ready by then. Though nothing had 'gone on', I felt that this naked swimming augured well for the coming night.

Brian's Aunt Maureen really did us proud: having three sons, she knew well how to feed boys. When the meal was over, we went into a large back room where there was a half-size snooker table, and we started to play. Soon, the telephone rang, and Brian's Aunt Maureen came in to say that it was Aunt Agnes - another of Brian's Brookdale relatives - who wanted him to visit her because she'd not seen him since Christmas. With little hesitation, he went. Barry and I didn't mind because he was a bit of a twonk at snooker anyway.

We played until about 9 o'clock, when Barry suggested that we went to bed even though Brian hadn't yet returned. Barry's mother prepared us some supper, and while we were eating it, she said, "You'd both better have a bath before you go to bed because you've got that 'swimming pool' smell about you, and I don't want the beds to smell."

"Right, mum," Barry replied. "I'll go first." So when we finished eating, he was off upstairs; which surprised me a little because, after the naked swimming escapade, I'd expected that the possibility of bathing together would have suggested to Barry - whom I suspected of being a randy little sod - the chance for some 'hanky-panky'! But seemingly not.

Barry and his brothers all slept in one huge bedroom, big enough to take three beds. Why they did this I don't know because the house was big enough for them to have a room each. (Perhaps it was because a little 'brotherly love' went on after 'lights-out'!) Barry would, of course, be in his own bed, and Brian and I would use the beds of the two absent brothers.

Just as Barry finished and yelled that the bathroom was available for me, the telephone rang. It was my mother wanting to know if I was "all right and not homesick". It was a quarter of an hour before I got up to the bath.

Brian still hadn't returned from his Aunt Agnes, but Barry's mum told me not to bother: "She'll keep him talking as long as she can because she's widowed and lives alone," she said. "But at least she'll feed him - and well, too! You go and have your bath and get into bed. Barry'll be asleep by the time you get into the bedroom."

Obediently, I went up and had a leisurely bath, and then made my way, naked, into the bedroom; and Brian had still not returned. There was just one bedside light on, beside Barry's bed, where he was lying, clearly not wearing pyjamas, flat on his back and covered with a single sheet which barely covered his lower half. He seemed to be fast asleep, breathing regularly, his head on one side.

"Are you asleep, Barry?" I asked him quietly; but when I got no reply, I dropped my clothes on the bed assigned to me and, still 'starkers', walked across to Barry's bed. Slowly, I sat down on the edge. By the light of the lamp, I could see him clearly; and I liked what I saw. As I said earlier, I was sure he was 'up for it' and I wanted to know if I was right. Though he was covered by the sheet, it was nylon and I could almost see though it. I could make out the shape of his penis, lying up flat against his abdomen. Very carefully, I lifted the sheet and rolled it down, exposing first his pubic hair which, as I'd observed earlier, had not yet begun to climb up to his navel, and then his penis and testicles. As I thought, his penis was attractively plump, and my fingers began to itch to feel it. I looked at his face, but his eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and steady.

Very slowly, I reached out and felt his penis between my finger and thumb: it felt as good as it looked. 'Plump' was the word which kept coming into my mind to describe it. Gently, I lifted it and, as there was no response from Barry, I slowly rolled his foreskin back. I waited, but he still didn't move, so I rolled it forward again. I did this three or four times, without even a murmur from him. By then, my own penis was rock hard and sticking up parallel to my belly. Instinctively, I touched it with the fingers of my left hand and, as I'd expected, it was dripping with 'pre-cum', which I began to rub around my engorged glans.

At that moment, I felt Barry penis buck in my right hand and, before my eyes, it began to erect. But there was still no response from Barry himself, so I gently stroked his penis until it was fully erect. It was barely six inches long, but really thick, at least half as thick again as my boner, majestically rampant there, sticking out from between my thighs.

I was well 'worked up' myself by this time, and the urge to go further was strong. I didn't know when Brian would return, but I wasn't bothered anyway: I didn't really care what he saw me doing to his cousin; after all, I had done plenty to HIM in my time!

Unable to resist any longer. I bent forward and took Barry's hard, plump penis between my fingers and gently stroked it. My other hand was resting on his thigh, and I felt the muscles there, under my fingers, go tense. Still gently stroking, I slid my left hand inwards and upwards until my fingers were in that ultra-sensitive area between his testicles and the very top of his leg where the pubic hair starts. My own penis was itself throbbing, and I remember wishing someone was doing to it what I was doing to Barry's.

I kept stroking, and once or twice his penis bucked really hard and I though he was going to 'come', but he didn't. At last, he let out a slight gasp: I was then sure that he was awake, even if he hadn't been before. I straddled his legs, took his testicles into my left hand and I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around his penis which was bone hard. I started to rub him slowly but strongly, all the time watching his face. He was still faking sleep, but there was a muscle twitching in his face which told me he knew what I was doing, and that he was loving it. Steadily, I increased the speed of my rubbing because it was obvious that he was enjoying every second. If he hadn't been, he'd have been yelling lustily for his mum by then!

As I 'upped the ante', I whispered, "Come on Barry! You can't be sleeping through what I'm doing to your cock!"

Barry half sat up, grinning from ear to ear: "I've never been asleep!" he declared. "I was awake when you came in, and I'd arranged the sheet so that you'd see the shape of my cock through it because I knew you'd be interested. I'd guessed that from the way you stripped off in the pool."

I also laughed at this and said, "And I was sure YOU'D be interested in a bit of 'boy sex', too. That's why I've been doing this to you all this time."

Barry then said, "I hoped Brian would bring you this weekend. We've only met twice before, but Brian has mentioned you often and rather hinted that you were a bit more than just a 'school friend'. I've been hoping that you'd be that bit more with me - and you have!"

All through this conversation, I'd been tossing Barry off at a brisk rate of knots, so I said, "If that's what you wanted from me, then lie back and let me get on with it."

Barry promptly dropped back on to the bed, and I saw that look of sheer lust cross his face which I'd seen often before on Brian's face - and seen in a mirror on my own, too. He closed his eyes and stretched himself out, and I felt the warmth of his flesh between my own naked thighs.

I leaned forward again and rubbed his penis with my right hand. Immediately, he started to rock back and forth. Guessing he wouldn't last long, I really went for it, and he was soon panting and gasping with desire.

"Come on, Barry," I urged him, "just let the juices flow!" and he gasped, "Oh, God, they are flowing! Here it comes!"

And come it did. That 'plump' penis enlarged until I had difficulty holding it, and it was soon throbbing and ejaculating, and Barry was rolling from side to side on a wave of utter physical pleasure. Rope after rope of thick semen - from a thick penis! - shot forth, landing between his pubic hair and his navel. I pumped him hard until he 'dried' and then I took him into my arms and hugged him, which kept me horny until he'd relaxed and got his breath back. When he had, he asked, "What do you want now? Shall I wank you to climax?"

"No," I replied. "I'll show you what I want!" and with that, I lowered him flat on to the bed and laid on top of him, my penis resting in the reservoir of warm semen on his lower belly. I opened my legs so that they were either side of his body, and I wrapped my arms around him. He placed his hands on my buttocks and pulled me on to him. Once in this position, I started to hump my penis vigorously up and down his belly. It felt great, his semen lubricating my efforts perfectly.

I was really going for it when, suddenly, the bedroom door opened - and in walked Brian. We'd both been so intent on our shagging that we neither of us heard him coming.

"Hey, what are you two doing?" he demanded, somewhat unnecessarily.

"What do you think we're doing, you silly sod?" Barry snapped. "Bugger off until we've finished!" I made no comment: I was so swept away by the rapture building in me that I was incapable of speech.

Brian sat down on an adjacent bed and said, "Keep your shirt on! I'll just watch and cheer enthusiastically."

As far as I was concerned, he could have walked across the ceiling: I was so much into the ecstasy building in my penis that I wouldn't even have noticed. Back and forth I was thrusting, and in moments, the flood gates opened: I experienced an orgasm that nearly curled my hair, and semen, seemingly by the gallon, burst from me and mingled with Barry's semen already on his abdomen.

He, realising from my groans exactly what was happening, whispered in my ear, "Go on! Keep going until you dry up." And that's exactly what I did. At last, when it was over and I returned from my seventh heaven, I rolled off Barry and lay, flat on my back, gasping, beside him.

"Well, well, the things that go on behind my back!" Brian said to me as we lay there recuperating. "I never realised that you'd seduce my little cousin while I was away. You've led him into bad ways and planted evil into his virgin mind. But that's just what you did with me when I was innocent. Really, I'm ashamed to call you a friend!"

He was, of course, being funny, but Barry wasn't amused by it. He sat up and said, "Piss off! When I want your protection, I'll ask for it. And by the way, mum says you're to have a bath before you get into bed. So do it!"

"Yes, I know," said Brian with a grin, and went off into the bathroom. While he was out, Barry and I, both more or less recovered, got some paper tissues and wiped each other dry.

When we'd finished, Barry said, "Let's teach him a lesson! Don't get into bed. Wait till Brian comes back, and then follow my lead."

After about a quarter of an hour in the bathroom, Brian returned, as I had done, naked, and carrying his clothes. As he came in through the door, Barry dashed across the room, grabbed him and forced him on to the bed: "Quick, get across his legs," he commanded me, "and then hold him down!"

Though Brian struggled, he couldn't force us off. Barry took hold of Brian's penis and started to rub. Brian struggled but only in a half-hearted way; and in moments, he was firmly erect. I'm pretty sure he'd been expecting something like this on his return from the bathroom anyway.

Once his erection was at its zenith, he stopped struggling and let Barry have his wicked way with him. It didn't take more than about a couple of minutes before Brian croaked, "Oh, you bastards! I'm coming!"

I could feel him jerking rhythmically beneath me and I saw his penis enlarge in Barry's hand - as I'd seen it enlarge so often before in my own - and he joined Barry and me in ecstatically shooting his load. Once he'd finished, we let him get up, and Barry gave him a handful of paper tissues to wipe away the signs of our united onslaught.

Once he'd done that, we all three looked at each other and laughed.

"Are you enjoying your weekend, my dear friends?" Barry enquired with a dramatic flourish; and Brian and I agreed that we were.

"Right, then," Barry went on, "let's get into bed, but I demand the right, as 'host', to choose my sleeping partner." And he indicated me! "I want him to toss me off again before I go to sleep," Barry grinned. "And, Brian, if you're a good lad and don't interrupt, then you'll probably be permitted to join us later."

"Oh, thank you, kind sir," laughed Brian, bowing, as Barry and I clambered into his bed.

What Barry had ordained then took place; and, yes, Brian did ultimately join us, brandishing a rigid penis inspired to a second desire for fulfilment by the activity he'd lustfully watched between his young cousin and his best friend.

I can tell you that it went on to be a good weekend, but sadly, there is neither time nor space now to describe that. You'll have to use your imagination!




[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]