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My Cousin

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by Nero I lived on a farm in Oklahoma. Being the youngest, my sister and brother were pretty well out of the home by the time I was 9, leaving me to live mostly as an only child. My 11 year old cousin Skeeter lived in Tulsa. Since he grew up in the city and I grew up in the country, we both really enjoyed getting to visit in each other's home settings. He was fascinated by things on the farm, and I was fascinated by life in the big town. As it turned out, our folks enjoyed visiting quite frequently as we were growing up. I will never forget that one fateful weekend when they came to visit. I was always fascinated by the big black 56 Cadillac they drove. When it came to stop in our driveway, the back door burst open and Skeeter came running out to greet me before Aunt Dasiy and Uncle Tommy could get out of the car. Skeeter had a bit of a stutter at this age, and he was so excited he could hardly get out what he wanted to tell me. Finally he managed to make me understand that we needed to go straight to the hay barn to play. He had something he wanted to show me. Up to this time, we have never done more than watch each other piss. Being raised in a very controlling religious environment (his dad was a Pentecostal Preacher) we were always 'good little boys'. That was all about to change. When we got the hay barn, we crawled up on top of the stack of bales. The cracks in the siding boards let in considerable light. Once our eyes adjusted from the bright summer sunlight to the dim barn, Skeeter composed himself to be able to speak in deliberate tones. "You've got to promise me that you won't say a word about what I'm about to show you." "How come?" I asked, not having a clue where this was going. "Because our dad's would whip the tar out of us if they found out. Besides, you can't do this yet. Do you promise?" I was getting a little scared, because the threat of dad finding out was a very real threat indeed. Don't get me wrong, I did not consider myself an 'abused child', but corporal punishment was freely used in our whole family, Skeeter's and mine. Finally I repressed my fear, "Ok, I promise. But what is it? What are you doing? And why can't I do it yet?" "Because you're not old enough yet. Just be quiet and watch what I do. Take out your dick." I did as I was told, and he unsnapped his jeans and slid them down to his knees. He sat down on a bale of hay. What lay before me was amazing. Like I said before, we had pissed in front of each other before, but this was the first time I had seen his whole cock. My nine year old eyes had never seen a dick that large. He was only 11 at the time too. The best way to describe it was a baby's arm with an apple in it's fist. Being born right after the war, we were both circumcised (dammit!!!) He had a raging hardon already, and my little dick was stiff too. His dick was at least 8 inches long, and had a distinct curve to the left. His shaft was not round, but very wide. It did not taper at all; it was as big at the end as it was at the base. The head on it was a very big pink mushroom. I remember that the circumcision scar was very pronounced and the thick veins that coursed up the shaft of his dick sort of stopped at the base of his scar. His balls were quite large too, and they hung pretty low. He was only a little hairy at that time, but over the years, that was to change considerably. After I had absorbed all this for a bit, I was visibly shaking. Skeeter tried to calm me some, "Hey, don't worry. This is ok. All guys do this and it's a lot of fun!" "Do what? What are you talking about?" "Just watch" he said. With that, he bent over his cock and let loose a well placed wad of spit that landed perfectly on his knob. With his hand, he worked the spit around his cockhead and then spit another one. He began to work this wad of spit down the shaft and back up to the head. Then he began to stroke. As his hand encounter the flare of his mushroom head, the spit made slurpy sounds. He would drop another wad of spit onto the action occasionally. I watched intently for a bit, but getting impatient and afraid that someone would come looking for us, I asked "What are you doing? Why are you doing that?" "Hey.. just hold your horses, I'm almost there. You ain't gonna believe this when it happens." He continued just few more strokes when be began to speed up. "Oh... lawzy this is feeling gooood. Here it comes!" I watched him stop stroking suddenly and just gripped his dick. The head was a dark purple hue now and much bigger than when he started. All of a sudden, these ribbons of white thick creamy stuff came spurting out. It shot out a little spurt at first, then came about 4 more longer squirts of this white gooey stuff. He had laid back some as he shot, and let it fall back onto his dick and fist. After the first shot or two, he started stroking again, using the silky liquid as more spit. The slurpy sounds were much louder now. Finally, he stopped altogether and just lay back for a bit, breathing hard and sighed "oh, lordy, wasn't that great? " "What is that stuff?" "It's cum." "What? What's it for? Where does it come from? Does it hurt?" "Your balls make it, stuff that makes babies. You know, when a bull mounts a cow or the stud horse mounts the mare. That's what they're doing, shooting this stuff into the girl." "Yeah, but doesn't it hurt? " I don't know why I thought that it would hurt. Silly uninformed farm kid's mind I guess. "And besides, doesn't God say it's wrong?" "Oh heck no! I figure if God made our arms long enought to reach our dicks, then it must be ok. Besides, we're made in His image anyway. God jacks off too, wouldn't you think? In fact, it is such a great feeling. It's just fantastic. Let me show you how it feels?" "I thought you said I can't do it yet" I responded, still a little scared. "No, I mean you can't shoot cum yet. You can jack off though and get the feeling like I get. Here, let me do you. I'll stop if you want me to" "Jack off? Is that what it's called? Um, ok, if you promise it won't hurt." With that, he told me to go ahead and drop my pants down since that would make it easier to get at my little dick. I was still stiff. He spat in his hand and then grabbed my hardon. The strange feeling of someone elses hand on your dick was a rush. He spit another wad on the action as he began stroking me. It tickled a little bit at first, but then it started feeling good. "See there.. doesn't that feel great?" he said as he continued to stroke and spit. The good feelings began to move into better feeling for me. I was beginning to feel a building of intense feelings. Finally, he took me over the edge and I just shuddered and withdrew my cock from his hand.. "OH WOW~! Stop it! I can't stand it!" "See what I told you.. isn't that the greatest thing you've ever felt?" He had a grin on his face that fully illustrated his enthusiasm for it. "Man.. you're right.. that IS fun. Only, how come nothing comes out of mine? " "Well, you're not old enough. You're supposed to be a little older when this happens. You will start getting hair around your balls like me. But you don't have to wait for that. You can do this any time you want to. " Our lesson was cut short by the sound of my mom hollering at us. We quickly pulled up our pants and I worriedly glanced at the glistening globs of Skeeter's cum that was laying on the hay bale. I hoped that Dad would not see it. Of course, I was hooked from then on, going for my dry shots. In the years after this first 'lesson', Skeeter and I were obsessive about further 'lessons' ever time we got together. He would begin the session by looking all around my dick and balls for any signs of hair growth, the first indicator of the onset of puberty. As for his own continued development, he furred out amazingly well. His chest became a hairy mat, and his legs were too. I was amazed to see all this grow in over the course of two or three years. His cock continued to grow even more. The fateful day came when we both discovered that a few course hairs had begun to sprout at the base of my cock. I had just turned eleven. He told me that it would not be long until I shot my first cum. Every time I jacked off, I wondered if this would be the time, but they continued to be dry. Because of the fear of getting caught, I had foregone the luxury of using spit for lubricant: it was too noisy. So I had begun to just dry stroke. The sides of my dick would be red and puffy after a jack off session, and I was afraid that my dad would see it when I took a piss. I was always careful to hide my cock when he was around. Dad and I had never been too careful in the bathroom. It was not unusual for him to be in there shaving when I was taking my bath or for him to undress and get ready for his bath. I had never seen him hard, but his cock looked a lot like Skeeters, with the big knob on the end. Dad was not cut, but had always kept his foreskin pulled back until it mostly stayed back. I was in the bathtub (we were on a low-yield water well, so a shower was not practical) and was using the Dial soap as usual. The bath time was the only time I could use a lube. The usually feelings began to build as I stroke my cock. I continued to stroke a little faster and then it happened. When I climaxed, there was a spurt of cum.. then another... and then one more! I was just almost ready to pass out. It was such a rush and such a feeling of release. I watched as the ribbons of cum floated on the surface of the water. I had arrived at last!!! Of course a panic set in when my dad came into the bathroom. I quickly got out of the tub and started to drain it. The swirls of cum were very obvious in the hard well water. I kept swishing the water to break up the evidence. Dad never did notice. But my cock was red and puffy, and it was still hard. So I had to keep my back to him while I dried off. Skeeter and I continued our lessons as time went on. I will write another few chapters, telling of the fun and exuberance we shared for making cum and shooting wads.

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