Another Introduction By A Cousin

Our cousins lived in Northern England and every year we would either travel to stay with them for a week or two or they would visit us. This year they had travelled to us and as ever Nick, who was a little over a year younger than me, would share my bedroom. I always looked forward to these visits, Nick and I got on well, had similar interests and we would always have a good time. Besides my parents always seemed very much more laid back with my aunt and uncle in the house. It was hot that year and on the first day of their visit we went to the beach, spending our time in and out of the water alternately baking on the sand or cooling off in the waves. It was a great day - trips to the beach were rare - and Nick and I had renewed our friendship within a very few hours and were quickly sharing jokes and pranks. For the journey home (about an hour's drive away) Nick was going to come with me in my parents' car - a good opportunity for more laughs. The journey home was uneventful except for one thing. We had been in the car for no more than a few minutes when Nick lent over towards me and whispered, "Look, I'm hard" pulling back the waistband of his shorts he revealed his clearly very erect, throbbing cock. And it was throbbing I can remember it bouncing with what must have been Nick's heartbeat. Immediately my cock sprang to attention and I felt obliged to reciprocate so gave him a quick flash of my hard-on. I don't recall any particular thrill it was just something daring to do with my parents sitting only feet away and I didn't really think that much more about it. Now, to put things in perspective I was no stranger to erections, I'd had plenty myself, but at 13 I wasn't masturbating and whilst I understood the mechanics of sex the one thing completely absent from those ridiculous books we were given was any mention of orgasm and its pleasure. I had discovered a few years before (during show-me-yours-and-I'll show-you-mine sessions with friends) that rubbing my cock was pleasurable and having someone else do it was equally as pleasant. I had just never cum and didn't actually know that I was missing something. On getting home we were packed off upstairs to bathe in order to get rid of the sand we'd brought back with us - stuck to our bodies. Nick and I sorted the bath for ourselves and I was in and out very quickly. I was at the hand basin cleaning my teeth and became aware of Nick standing up and shuffling along the bath so that he was alongside me to my right. He didn't say anything but when I felt something being rubbed on my arm I knew it was his cock and turned to look at it. There was his hard, wet penis, and he had rolled back his very long foreskin to reveal a glistening knob. It was much the same size as mine but was hairless and his balls were gathered up close underneath it. It struck me that it actually looked beautiful and when he invited me to touch it I did. Suddenly the softness of the skin with the inner hardness fascinated me more than any similar experience had done before. I could feel my cock coming to life too, tenting the towel wrapped around my waist. I rubbed Nick's gently and within 10 seconds or so he quietly grunted, thrust his hips forward a little and a small bubble of clear fluid appeared on his gathered foreskin. I had no idea that this was significant in any way and just carried on rubbing thinking this was simply water (after all he had just stood up out of the bath) but Nick took my hand and pulled it away. I thought I'd done something wrong but wasn't greatly upset by it. I went to walk through to the bedroom when Nick lent forward and alternately gripped and released my cock through the towel. That felt really good and made me even harder and we stood like this for perhaps a minute or so until my mother called us for tea. We towelled of, dressed quickly and as we ran down the stairs together Nick said, "Don't worry. We're going to have more fun later". For the first time I felt that buzz of adrenaline at the prospect of soon having sex - in this case touching Nick's cock again and him rubbing mine. Tea passed in a blur as we demolished the food put on the table. The thought of having "fun" barged its way to the forefront of my mind. I couldn't get the sight of his penis, smooth, hard and glistening out of my mind. I just wanted to touch it again. Before long I was having to hide my hard-on that just didn't want to go away. Nick had noticed it too and snuck glimpses of the bulge in my shorts by feigning having dropped something on the floor and going under the table. That made me harder still - knowing he was looking at it. As the adults got out photo albums the evening became interminable. Time just dragged and the more it dragged the harder my cock became. I swear this was, in some ways, destined to be the longest hard-on I'd ever had. At moments the clock seemed to be going backwards but eventually, eventually we were sent off to bed. The bedroom windows were open but the room was still quite stuffy - there wasn't a breath of air - and not a word passed between us as we stripped down to our underwear. Nick smiled and nodded towards my cock standing still erect in my underpants and with that did nothing more than slip his own underwear off to reveal that wonderful cock and promptly jumped into his bed opposite mine. In bed with no clothes on? I thought this is getting very strange. And got into my bed without following suit. We chatted for quite some while waiting for our younger sisters who were across the hallway to quieten down. I don't recall how long this went on for because ultimately - despite a now raging hard-on - I fell asleep. Neither did I know how long I had been asleep for but my next recollection was the sensation of someone getting into bed alongside me. I was instantly awake, although I had not moved and kept my eyes closed, my heart was pounding in my chest. Maybe my hard-on had never gone away but it was certainly there now. I knew this was Nick and I knew this was time for "fun". The house was silent and I assumed that my parents had gone to bed too. When Nick whispered that it was 2 o'clock I knew they would have been in bed for at least a couple of hours. I vividly remember the intense, fire like heat from Nick lying next to me, the electric touch of his skin on mine. This was the first time I'd laid next to someone with whom I was to share that unique bond of sex with and its a sensation I still recognize to day even if I didn't know what it was then. We fondled each other we rubbed our hands over each others chests and stomachs and arms and legs. We caressed each others balls and cocks; spooned - rubbing our hard cocks against each other; frotted and even kissed each others nipples. At length Nick started to rub my cock gently with his. This felt very different. The sensations from my penis came thick and fast with an intensity I had never felt before. Wave after increasing wave of pleasure overtook me and then it happened. The whole world shrunk into my balls and then exploded - or at least that was how it felt then. I rocked in the bed for several seconds and then laid back panting on the pillow. Nick laid back saying, "Now its my turn". A sudden realisation had come over me - a definite lightbulb moment - the whole joy of sex had been laid bare (literally) in an instant. Resting for only a couple of minutes probably, I happily returned the favour. I never did let on to Nick that he had given me my first orgasm - although I had no idea what it was called - it was just one of "those". After all, he was younger than me and clearly had a range of experience that I had yet to share. Couldn't have him thinking I was any the less knowledgeable than he was. By the end of that holiday, when Nick headed north for another year, we had probably not had more than a couple of hours sleep each night and our days had been similarly adrenaline and semen fuelled. We had wanked each other in just about every room in the house; in the back of each of our respective parents' cars during journeys (decidedly "danger" wanks - although I don't think the expression had been invented then) and repeatedly at night. In hindsight, I dread to think what my bedroom smelled like then when my mother walked in first thing in the morning if the smell of my youngest son's room when he'd had friends sleepover, a few years ago now, is anything to go by. It must have been overpowering. On the trip north the following year our couplings were even more adventuresome - we were allowed to sleep in his grandfather's boathouse and got even less sleep. And it was on the far reaches of lake, in the shade of two large willows one afternoon, that besides fishing we stumbled into oral sex something that was to become very much a feature of our sexploits. Strangely though we were never to kiss and nor did we even experiment with anal sex, though arguably spooning is something of a precursor. We just did what we enjoyed - rarely knowing what it was called. We continued our annual pilgrimages until I headed for University. Then when Nick came to Uni in an adjoining town we would meet as often as we could and frequently stayed in each others rooms. That is until the jealousy of women intervened and family responsibility reared its head.