KISSING COUSINS, Part 2

Hi, this is Nathan again, the Chinese-Canadian in Vancouver. This story unfolds the Sunday morning after my previous story, “Kissing Cousins”.

I awoke in my bed around 8:00 a.m. on that warm mid-June Sunday morning to the wonderful aroma of bacon frying in the kitchen, and found myself still entwined with my beautiful cousin Tommy, both of us naked. He was still asleep, and I could see the blanket rise and fall with his gentle breathing. I became conscious of having a major morning piss-hardon that I did not want to waste. I grabbed my turgid 7-incher and started to slowly wank, not wanting to waken Simon. I had turned 14 not long before, and was so pleased how my cock had matured during the past year! I knew Tommy also had a hardon in his sleep as I felt it against my leg.

The events of the previous afternoon and evening ran through my mind as I pumped my boner and fondled by balls. Tommy and our cousin Patrick had arrived at our place in Patrick’s brother’s SUV around 3:00. They were each carrying a large foam camping mattress, and Tommy also had a blue tarp. My brother Simon and I looked at them quizzically, to which Tommy responded, “just something to lie on while watching TV”, winking at me. My brother also gave me a wink and a little smile. Then Patrick said to Simon, “So cuz, we should get going, we would not want to keep the lovely Cheri waiting! Are you ready for this?” Simon replied by grabbing the crotch of his jeans to show his obvious erection. We all laughed, then had a group hug before Simon and Patrick ran to the vehicle.

I followed Tommy’s instructions as we moved some furniture in the family room to make space in front of the large-screen TV for the mattresses. We then laid them side-by-side and spread the tarp over them. Tommy joked, “typical of a couple of gay guys, we cannot resist rearranging the furniture!” Tommy closed all the drapes, then got some candles out of his backpack and distributed them around the room. He then went to the wetbar and got us each a wine glass. Then he retrieved a bottle of champagne, pulled the cork, and set it on the coffee table beside the glasses. He lit the candles.

Tommy took me in his arms and kissed me deeply, fondling my ass cheeks though my shorts. We removed each others’ t-shirts, and stepped apart to look at each other. We were both getting sexual flushes from our cheeks down our chests, and Tommy made some crack about still being able to out-wrestle me as he often did when we played as youngsters. We had a short match, and I let him pin me as we both giggled. As I lay on the mat and he stood astride me, I saw the purple head of his very engorged cock poking out the right leg of his running shorts, and immediately grabbed his waistband and pulled his shorts down. He bent over and quickly pulled off my shorts, and my very hard cock made a sproing as it was freed. We both laughed, and each admitted to always getting hard when we had wrestled before.

Tommy asked me to stand at the centre of the tarp, then reached into his backpack and extracted a big bottle containing a clear, viscous liquid. “Mineral oil,” he explained, “same as baby oil but without the scent and taste.” (who knew?). I winced from the cold oil as he began to anoint my tight, athletic body, but it quickly warmed as he rubbed it on my skin. He started with my chest, and worked his way down to my throbbing cock, then knelt to engulf it in his mouth, before standing again and stepping behind me to oil my back and bum. I shuddered as his oily hands parted my ass cheeks and he rubbed the oil between my legs and fondled my boy-hole. He then asked me to anoint his lean, lithe body and, as I rubbed the into his chest I sucked his two large nipples, then licked his defined abs. After we were both thoroughly slathered, we resumed our play wrestling, our slick bodies rubbing together. I absolutely thought I was in heaven, our shiny bodies glowing in the flickering candlelight. We stopped for a bit of a break, panting, and he poured us the champagne. As we toasted, he told me how eager he was for us to make sweet love, and asked me if I would consider doing anal. I told him I had never tried, and he said he was also an anal virgin, and how for a long time he had wanted to lose his virginity to his sweet cousin Nathan. He told me he had played with vibrating dildos, so was somewhat ready. We jerked each other as we sipped the champagne. I told him I would love to fuck him, and that nothing would make me happier than to lose my virginity to him as well.

Our lovemaking started with a lot of playing and laughter and poppers as we experimented with positions and how best to insert. When I thrusted by cock a bit roughly into Tommy’s hole for the first time, as he had asked me to, we were face to face with his legs over my shoulders. He groaned and winced, then his eyes widened and he gave me a rapturous smile. We kissed sloppily, and I was surprised at how strongly his sphincter muscle was as it grabbed my cock. I alternated deep thrusts with quick, shallow pulses (as I had seen guys do in porns), and then could not control myself as my semen surged through my system and erupted into his anus. He moaned as my whole body shuddered and my cock pulsed shot after shot. As I collapsed on him, his sphincter slowly released my cock as it shrank. We drank more champagne, and then it was Tommy’s turn to fuck me. He was gentle and patient, as my anus was very tight, but I snorted another hit of poppers to help me relax. He suggested doggy to help me relax even more, and he slowly inserted his raging cock. Having him inside me the first time was both painful and rapturous, and he had a glorious orgasm inside me after just a few thrusts. We kissed and rubbed our bodies together, revelling in our experience. We put some porn on the TV, and drank more champagne as we waited to get hard again (which did not take very long). As we sucked and jerked each other, we both lost control and erupted into each others’ champagne glasses. We toasted, and drank it down. We made love another three times, well into the evening, then heated up some leftover Chinese takeaway food, and ate it accompanied by several beers.

Now in the morning, Tommy interrupted my revels with a somewhat foggy “good morning, Lover” as he wakened. I pulled him on top of me so that he was straddling my chest, his very turgid cock in my mouth. As I sucked him, I tugged at his scrotum the way he likes with my left hand, and pumped my own cock hard with my right. He cummed in my mouth after only about 5 minutes, and I swallowed pulse after pulse of his jets. As I did that, I was about to reach the point of no return, and we quickly switched positions, so I could cum in his eager mouth. We kissed with our mouths still full of cum, then we each realized we needed to pee badly. We rushed to the ensuite bathroom and got into the stall shower, then peed on each other while giggling, and rinsed with a quick shower.

After each donning a silk kimono, we headed downstairs to the kitchen. There we found Simon, also wearing a silk kimono, was in the process of frying bacon and adding to an already heaping mound of blueberry pancakes. In the Chinese style, he greeted Tommy, the elder of us first, asking whether Nathan had been a good boy the night before. Tommy replied, “Cousin Simon, your little bro was good as gold. And it is wonderful of you to prepare breakfast.” Once he was finished cooking, Simon sat down with us and told us Patrick would soon be joining us for breakfast, as they had worked up a huge appetite the evening before. As we all tucked into the bacon pancakes coated with butter and maple syrup, and washed it all down with milky tea, I asked Simon how the session with Cheri had been, and he said he was glad we had all had a few jerking sessions together the previous week so that Patrick and he were totally comfortable fucking her in front of each other. He told us that he and Patrick would share the details with us during a jerk session a bit later, and suggested that Tommy also invite his younger brother Francis over. Tommy quickly got his cell phone from his backpack and made the call. Simon’s kimono had fallen open, revealing his very hard cock. He started stroking, and said, “I will tell you two things now: the first thing is that when my dick first entered her cunt, I was totally unprepared for the incredible silky-slick feeling and it was all I could do to remember my training and not cum immediately. The second thing is that, after I cummed after about 15 minutes of crazy fucking in a bunch of positions, it was fantastic to watch Patrick go in, using my cum as lube. I could sure see why Cheri likes Patrick’s tan line – his sweaty untanned ass glowed like the full moon in the candlelight as his muscles flexed.” By this point, Tommy and I also had our kimonos open, revealing our hard cocks, and we all jerked a short while before deciding to wait until later. Then Tommy said to Simon, “I am glad you suggested I invite Francis over. I had been meaning to ask you something: As you know, Francis is straight, and I have not been able to give him much advice about women. Anyway, I will be heading away to Uni in September, and will not be around much during this crucial stage of Francis’s raging hormones. Would you please do me the honour of mentoring Francis and teaching him your sex techniques?” Simon told Tommy he would be pleased to, as my erection turned soft with the reminder of Tommy’s pending departure.

Patrick and the beer arrived by car a few minutes later, followed by Francis about 10 minutes after that. Luckily, Simon had been keeping breakfast warm in the oven. We all watched with great admiration how many pancakes Patrick was able to scoff down to revive himself from his depleted state! Francis, whom I have not described much, looked like a smaller version of Tommy, with a slim, lithe body and long legs. Unlike Tommy, though, his dyed blond hair was short and spikey. He and I were both 14 at the time, with close birthdays. The other guys were all 17, though Patrick may have turned 18 by then.

After we finished breakfast and washed up, we decided to go to the sunny backyard for some nude sunbathing (except for Patrick in his bikini undies, of course), and a bit of down time to allow our balls to replenish. After about an hour, around 11 am, it had started getting too hot and we were all beginning to sweat. Wow, we were a handsome group of young men with our shiny naked bodies! We then headed into the family room to begin our session. Tommy and I had put the furniture back before going to bed the night before, so we used some large beach towels as drop sheets on the leather couches. Simon and Patrick fetched the beer from the kitchen, and we all settled into some wonderful mutual jerking as they described the wonders of Cheri’s feminine wiles, and their long threesome.

After about 15 minutes, we heard some sounds from the driveway, then the side door leading to the garage suddenly opened. As he yelled, “Surprise!”, Father’s silhouette appeared in the doorway. Geez, we were not expecting our folks for another few days. As we all covered our crotches with whatever was handy, Father’s face fell as he quickly took in the situation. He calmly said, “Put your clothes on gentlemen. Simon and Nathan, my office in 2 minutes.” Father then walked through to the hallway at a measured pace, his fine slate-coloured bespoke suit draping perfectly over his taught, martial arts trained body. We were all shaking as we dressed, and Francis began sobbing as he went to Tommy’s arms, saying, “Uncle will kill us! Then our Father will kill our dead bodies!”

When Simon and I got to Father’s office, he was sitting in his high-backed green leather chair behind his massive antique oak desk. He gestured for me to close the door, then for us to sit on the small couch facing the desk. Father was silent for a long time, looking at us inscrutably with face muscles tight and pulsing while that desk loomed. I could tell why he was so successful in business, and that his mind was racing. He then pulled open the lower right-hand drawer and pulled out three Waterford Crystal shot glasses and a bottle of 18-year-old Glenfiddich scotch. “I am very disappointed in all of you,” was the first thing he said as he poured the whisky. He passed us each a tumbler, and he downed his in one go. Simon said, taking a sip, “It is all my fault, Father, please do whatever you want to me but do not tell our Uncles about this.” His face relaxing a bit, Father said, “The biggest reason I am disappointed is that you boys could be so brazen. What if your Mummy had been with me, she would have gone ballistic.” Simon and I looked at each other and took sips of the whisky while Father continued, “I know that your Mummy and I have been away a lot recently, but we have been trying to make all our lives better and, particularly, ensure we can afford to send you both to the very best universities.” Simon started to interject, and Father raised his hand in a shush gesture. “Your Uncles and Aunties have kept us well-informed. We know that all five of you young men are straight-A students and superb athletes. Even Tommy is champion track athlete and excellent student, despite his struggles with his sexuality. Gay as a picnic basket, that fellow, and he winked at me.” I reddened a bit further than my already crimson state. Father went on, “It being the case that you are all doing well, I am surmising that you five have supported each other as though you are all brothers, and have concluded that this…activity…I interrupted is not something for me to judge. Boys will be boys, as someone once said, and acorns do not fall far from the tree, or in this case trees.” Simon and I pondered Father’s words as we gulped down the rest of our whiskies. Simon said, “Are you saying…do you mean that…you and your brothers did…?” Father nodded, and said, “Not ‘did’”. Simon and I again looked at each other, dumbstruck as disbelief and relief simultaneously spread over our faces. “Simon,” said Father, “From now on, I want you take charge of these, um, get-togethers, and let me know in advance when they will happen. I will make sure you are not interrupted by your Mummy or anyone else. If spontaneous, not in this house unless you are absolutely sure, ok? Go now, and bring your cousins here in 15 minutes”, said Father, “Tell them they will not be punished, but do not tell them what I said. I need to call your Uncles and fill them in.”

When we got back to the family room, our cousins looked totally shell-shocked, and Francis was in a particularly bad way. This waiting had been their punishment. Simon got us each a beer, which we drank quickly. Even Francis, who did not drink much, had beer dripping down his chin as he gulped it down. The only thing we told them was that Father was angrier at our lack of discretion than he was with what we had actually done. When we got to his office, Father stood and said, “Gentlemen, after such a shock you must be hungry. Let’s hit Marcello’s for pizza, on me!” Needless to say, the mood in the office lightened considerably. When we got to Marcello’s, I was glad to see Marcello’s son, and my friend, Romano (he of the cute butt you will meet in my other stories), bussing tables.

That fall, both Tommy and Patrick headed to medical school at the University of Toronto, a very long distance away, but we all kept jerking off together on skype and describing our latest antics whenever we could arrange it. Despite the separation, Tommy and I are still faithful to our enormous love for each other, even if in spirit but not flesh. I have a feeling we may yet end up together after Tommy completes his residency. As for Francis, Simon and I included him in our edging and cock-strengthening routine as often as possible over the next year or so, and he replaced Simon as the absolute stud of our high school after Simon graduated. Simon, Francis, and I all ended up studying engineering at University of British Columbia in our home town. And, dear reader, you may be wondering how Francis lost his virginity. Simon introduced him to Cheri, and his fate was sealed!