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Jim by JackJim was just back from the war and came to stay with us while attending the State University. He was a cousin whose mother was my mother's best friend, so it made sense to my mom that Jim stay with us rather than in a lonely rooming house with much younger guys than he.I had not seen my cousin since he went off to the service, but I remembered him as short and compact, sturdy and strong. He had been on my mind for a long time, and I had fantasized about him since I was much younger than now. When Jim came, I was 16 and he was 22. I was of two minds about sharing my bedroom with him...excited at the thought of being close to him, but concerned about my loss of privacy. How was I going to masturbate in bed when Jim came? I liked to play with myself. It was an unconscious habit developed over time, and often my hands were busy fondling and rubbing and pulling at my genitals.And so Jim arrived one afternoon in late August. He was wonderful to look at...tanned and healthy and more muscular than I had remembered him. But Jim was also a serious fellow. He was much more like 32 or even 42 than 22...mature for his age, and with a hint of melancholy in his expression. But that was a large part of my attraction to him. I wanted a "big brother" who could teach me how to grow up and deal with problems that I would never have discussed with my parents. Jim was gentle and soft-spoken as well, but when he looked at me with that serious expression on his face, I felt very immature.After first greetings and everyone's happiness to see Jim, he and I went upstairs to the bedroom to sort things out. I had gotten rid of lots of junk; Mom and I had thrown out a great deal of "stuff," or else we stored seldom-used items in boxes that went to the basement. There was plenty of room in the closet for our clothes, and with two large chests of drawers there was no problem accommodating Jim's clothes and belongings. Mom had left us alone and I watched as Jim carefully opened and laid out his clothes on the bed. He organized them and decided which drawer was for socks and which for shirts and so on. I watched his large hands move as he methodically put everything away. Of course I was more interested in his underwear than anything else. It was white as snow and neatly folded; he had close-fitting boxer knits with a well-defined pouch just like the ones I had. I loved to feel my cock inside the soft cotton knit and I enjoyed looking at the outline of it when hard. I hoped Jim was not so modest that he would keep his clothes on all the time. I liked to wear only shorts when I was in my bedroom alone, and often I sat at the computer with nothing on. It was adolescent Narcissism, of course. I liked being naked and looking at myself in the mirror.So I told Jim that I liked to be very casual while in "our" bedroom, if he didn't mind, and he just smiled and said he always relaxed best in his underwear. We were in agreement on that! Jim had been living with lots of guys and little privacy, so he had gotten used to not having it. He was casual about semi-nakedness and even nakedness. I learned this right away. He said he needed a shower before dinner and started taking off his clothes as soon as he had laid out his underwear and socks. When he got his shirt off, I could see that his pectorals were better developed than one could tell with his shirt on. Off came his trousers while he sat on the bed to take his shoes and socks off, and then he stood to drop his shorts and undershirt. I had a hard-on to conceal! It seemed like a fantasy, and I was giddy with the excitement of seeing him naked. I talked too rapidly and made silly observations about this and that while Jim was mostly silent. Occasionally he looked over at me and nodded a quiet "yes" to acknowledge what I was saying. He was polite and his intelligence (as opposed to my adolescent enthusiasms) was apparent with each comment he made. Then he stood up naked and moved near me on his way to the bathroom, which was "our" private bathroom connected to the bedroom. This part of the house had been added on when my grandfather came to live with us, so it was apart from the rest of the house, the only room on the second floor.As difficult as it was, I did not look at his cock. Rather, I looked straight at him and as he passed a slight smile broke on his mouth. He walked into the bathroom and his buttocks were round and firm with just a slight covering of blond silky hair. I thought I was going to faint; my mouth was as dry as a desert and my breath was as short as it had ever been. I sat down on my bed and took long, quiet breaths to calm myself. In the meantime Jim was adjusting the water in the Plexiglas shower stall, which took a while because our electric hot water heater was down in the basement on the other side of the house. He came to the door and asked if there was something wrong with the hot water. I jumped up startled by his being at the door and went towards the bathroom without thinking. As I passed him in a rush, my body and his were caught tightly in the small opening. I felt like an idiot, but Jim laughed and took me by the shoulders and moved slowly away towards the shower stall. I recovered my senses and told him the problem, and then I went by him again to see if the water was getting hot. It was still just lukewarm, so there we were waiting and looking at each other. Jim had that enigmatic smile on his mouth again and I started to stare into his eyes with such longing that I knew he knew what was going through my head.He came towards me and said: "If we both got in the shower, we could keep each other warm!" I didn't know what he meant. Was he joking or was he serious? I then looked at his whole body and saw his eyes go down to my shorts which were showing the outlines of what was now a solid boner. "I didn't mean to upset you, Jack. I was kidding you. The two of us couldn't fit into this small shower stall anyway." I said I actually thought two could if they were having sex and were clinging to one another. Jim let out a loud laugh at that and came towards me with "Buddy boy! You are on. Are you going to wear your shorts or take them off?" My hands went down to cover my full-grown cock, but Jim wasn't fooled by that and said: "I've seen lots of guys naked with their cocks sticking straight up so don't let that bother you. Take your shorts off and let's scrub each other's backs." by now the water was warm and I finished adjusting it, as I liked it. Jim came in after me and closed the stall door. We were cock to cock and his was growing larger as we stood there looking into each other's eyes. "God, Jim. What are we doing? This is sort of embarrassing." Jim put his hands on my chest and slowly moved them down to my pubic hair, while I made a grab for his cock. We embraced and then kissed. This was it. I was having sex with my idol. I got crazy with desire and tongued him furiously while also holding on to his full-grown cock. He was moving his hands all over my body and said: "I've wanted to do this with you since you were a small boy."Jim got on the floor of the stall and started licking my scrotum and shaft. I was afraid I might have a premature ejaculation and ruin everything, but Jim understood that and quit before I got to that point. He understood how quickly a 16 year-old could lose it. The water was splashing all over us and I said: "Let's get out of this stall and into a better place for sex." Jim got up and stepped out and grabbed a towel to dry me off. I let him go all over my body, especially my cock and balls, which he obviously wanted to hold in his hand. I dried him off and we went quickly to the bedroom and fell on the bed together in a frenzied and super-charged beginning of real sex. Jim asked about my mom coming up, but I said she never came upstairs; she hated the steep and narrow stairway. Besides, she respected my privacy and now with Jim up here she would never think of bothering us.We kissed and hugged and rolled all over the bed and then the floor! There was a thick carpet and solid flooring so no noise could be heard below. I had kicked the door closed when coming from the shower, so we went on with our explorations of our bodies. I chewed on Jim's upper arms and licked his forearms. Then I went down on him and swallowed whole his thick dick. I could take it all the way down the shaft without any trouble. Jim gasped and groaned. He lay there savoring the sensation of his cock being lodged fully in my throat. I couldn't stop sucking and moving up and down his shaft. He nearly cried out with the ecstasy of it but held it back while burying his face in my chest and licking the small "tree" of hairs coming out of my "root." After a while I lay back exhausted. Jim came at me through my legs and lifted them over his shoulders while beginning to play with my ass. He was fastidious about rimming as I am, so I was glad he didn't do that. He just licked all around my buttocks. His cock was wet with pre-cum and when he decided to enter me, there was no problem. I wanted him inside me so bad that if it hurt at all, I wasn't aware of it. Jim knew exactly how to handle me. Slowly he moved in and out, each time going in a little farther until finally he was all the way in. I wanted to start crying with the pleasure of it and the love I felt for Jim at that point. I knew that we were mates now: he the top and me the bottom. Perfect fit. And he fucked me slowly and slowly until he was ready to cum. He asked if he could plunge his dick farther inside and more rapidly. I told him to do whatever he wanted. He then began to really fuck me with all his might. His thighs were strong and his thrusts were magnificently pleasurable to me. He must have fucked for about three or four minutes when I heard him gasp and throw his head back. He was filling me with his warm sperm. His orgasm was finally ended with a shudder. At the same time, I began to spurt my cum onto Jim's chest. He felt the warmth of it and then with his hand rubbed his chest and put the juices into his mouth. I had shot a load larger than I had ever remembered before. The orgasms were complete. Slowly Jim pulled out and rolled slowly over to my side. I moved toward him and we embraced and kissed, holding onto each other for what seemed an eternity. Few could know the joy I felt, and the love for Jim. This was going to be a wonderful school year. I had a lot to look forward to.