First Time With My Cousin

I first met Allan when I was fourteen and he was thirteen.  We had moved closer to his family and this was a cousin I didn’t know I had.  Allan lived about six hours away by car so we really only saw them about once a year.

Allan and his family were camped at a nearby lake resort area near our home.  My family had gone there after supper and I had taken my swim trunks with me just in case we were allowed to go swimming in the lake.  Sure enough, the lake was warm enough and my mom told me to go change in the car and Allan tagged along.  I got in the backseat and started to undress.  I squirmed to get into my trunks and arched my back to get my trunks on and my boyhood was on full display.  I was already developing and had a dark bush.  I would have been about 14 and Allan about 13.  He was watching me change and he got a good look.  I quickly arched back down and that was about it.  I don’t remember him making any kind of a comment.

Our families continued to visit back and forth about once a year.  Allan and I got along really well but nothing more was said about anything – girls or boys and we enjoyed being in each other’s company.  It wasn’t until I was twenty two and Allan was twenty one that something happened between us.

I knew Allan was straight as an arrow and me – kinda not so much.  This particular visit, like always, Allan was in a sleeping bag on the floor in my bedroom.  We were awake and quietly talking just like we’ve always done.  I was hard and really wanted to do something about it.  I started asking him questions about masturbation and how often he does it.  He said he’s never done it.  Um … huh?  You’re twenty one and you’ve never played with yourself?  I know straight is straight but this just didn’t make any sense to me.

I started asking more questions and told him I was hard.  He said he had been up and down three times and was hard again too.  I told him to crawl out of his sleeping bag and come and lay on the bed.  I watched him as he climbed out with his colored underwear on.  I still wore pajamas but didn’t wear underwear underneath.  I got out of bed and took my top off.  Allan dropped his underwear and got on the bed.

The first thing I noticed about Allan was that he was cut and so was I.  He also had an erect cock that stood tall and firm.  I had fooled around with a couple of friends during high school and this seemed to be the norm – except for Luke – but that’s another story.

I’ve never been attracted to Allan – he wasn’t a good looking guy by any stretch.  We were of the same family so both of us had dark brown hair, and, by this time in our lives, we both had dark bushes, hairy pits and hairy chests.

I know for sure that Allan had never been naked with another guy or fooled around in his entire young life.  I figured that only his doctor had ever touched him between his legs.

He laid down, put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.  Maybe he was thinking about what was going to happen next?

I stood up, dropped my pajama pants to the floor so now I was totally naked and very hard.  I sat next to him and touched him very gently as I picked up his cock and brushed the hair away from his shaft.  He made a small gasp sound as I touched him and I smiled.  We were about the same size so that made me feel okay.  It seems neither of us were really well endowed but it is what it is.  His cock instantly reacted to my touch and seemed to get a bit harder.

I started with a slow and steady rhythm.  I could tell by Allan’s facial expressions he was enjoying this and soon he had a bit of pre-cum glistening on the tip of his cock.  I kept up with the rhythm and in a few minutes he was starting to get near the point of no return.  Allan never once opened his eyes.  I could feel him tense and then relax.  Tense and relax.  I grabbed the Kleenex box and laid a couple on his chest.  Without saying he was ready to cum, Allan’s cock got harder and shot a couple of good strong ropes of cum and then a couple more but less intense shots and he was done.  I kept up with the stroking but slowed down.  He opened his eyes and really didn’t say much – he just laid there grinning.  Maybe this wasn’t his first time cuming?  I gently cleaned him up and watched as he got soft.  I said it was my turn and we changed places.

I watched him as he touched another guy for the very first time and he did exactly to me what I had done to him.  He grabbed my cock – and a good amount of hair and started to stoke me. I had to stop him and let me know that the hair wasn’t part of the deal.  He stopped and brushed the hair away and continued.  He looked at me while he was jerking me off.  I closed my eyes and thought of what he was doing to me and every time I opened my eyes, he was still looking at me.  I wasn’t sure how long I could hold off but after a few minutes, I was also coming up to the point of no return.  I told him I was ready to cum and he grabbed a couple of Kleenex’s and put them on my chest.  I started breathing heavier, started to thrust a bit and I got even harder.  I shot a couple of good ropes and I think Allan was surprised how much harder I felt in his hand.  I know I was the first guy (and probably the only guy) he knew who would ever jerk him off.  Allan cleaned me up and I was starting to become soft.  Allan stood up and I got one last look at him in his nakedness and it was time to get dressed.