My Cousin Jeff

How many of us, I wonder, have older cousins to thank for introducing us to sex? Very many, I suspect. I most certainly fall into that category. My father had a sister, Maureen, considerably older than himself; so consequently, she married while dad was still at school. Her husband, Andrew, was a Scot from Edinburgh and, after about three years of marriage, he and Aunt Maureen produced a daughter, Michaela. A few months after this event, Uncle Andrew's line of business took him abroad and, for the best part of a decade and a half, they lived in turn in New Zealand, Australia and South Africa, never once coming back to the UK; during that time, cousin Jeffrey was born. When Michaela was coming towards the end of her school days in the 1990s, Uncle Andrew decided they'd come home because he wanted his daughter to attend a Scottish university. So back they came and settled in the Midlands.

One of the first things they did, except for Michaela who went to stay with her Scottish grandparents, was to visit us. I was very excited about this as I'd never met any of them. Cousin Jeffrey was of particular interest to me because I'd heard quite a bit about him. When they arrived, I discovered that Jeff was 16, a good-looking lad of above average height, and had brown eyes and light brown hair. To me, with his rather odd “southern hemisphere” accent and just a tinge of his father's Scottish brogue, he seemed very much “a man of the world.” I was afraid he might have little interest in me, his junior, but it was the contrary. He proved to be very friendly straight away. I was even more thrilled when it was agreed that he'd sleep in my room with me because, as mum had no close family and dad only had Aunt Maureen, I'd never had a near relative stay with me before.

Jeff and I spent most of that first day together because, once I'd realized he wasn't standoffish towards me, I insisted on showing him around in our part of town. By bedtime, we were quite happy with each other and readily went upstairs together about 10 o'clock. We started to undress once we were in the bedroom and I saw that Jeff was no way reluctant to strip off in front of his younger cousin. (Actually, looking back on what happened, I think perhaps he made a deliberate show of undressing because he wanted me to see what he had on offer!) I immediately noticed that he had an attractively plump, uncut penis. I was a bit worried what he'd think of my manhood, but, as I was soon to discover, he clearly found it worthy of interest.

We clambered into bed, Jeff on the right and me on the left and, straight away, he put his arm round me and said, “And now let's get to know my new cousin even better.” I was most flattered and we spent the next half hour or so chatting. It was largely my asking him questions about his life in those distant lands which, to me, seemed very exotic.  

This is perhaps a good point for me to say something about my sexual experiences up to that time. Truthfully, they'd been few and far between; though I'd had a number of “you show me yours and I'll show you mine” experiences with boys at school. I'd never had any kind of real sexual adventure with another lad, even though I'd had a sleepover or two with school friends. Moreover, though I often played with myself when alone and though I'd heard other boys talking about “cumming,” I'd never experienced an orgasm. Indeed, I didn't even know that such a rapturous experience even existed. I must say, however, that I was very aware that I liked looking at other boys' naked bodies, and especially at their willies.  

But back to the story. I suppose, like most boys engaged in pillow-talk, I became drowsy as Jeff talked. I must have eventually drifted off to sleep, though I didn't remember that actually happening. The next thing I knew, I awoke to find a warm hand inside my pajama trousers, caressing my lower body. It felt good! I didn't know how to react, so I pretended to still be asleep. Jeff continued his gentle stroking and then he slowly and lightly ran his fingertips up and down the inside of my thighs. Very slowly, I opened my legs a little to give him greater access, and for some minutes his gentle stroking continued. It really turned me on. Already, my penis was hard and throbbing. When Jeff accidentally touched my penis tip as his hand fluttered about my lower body, I almost betrayed the fact that I was awake by gasping out loud. But I didn't, and, very happily, I let his ministrations continue.  

At last, he took hold of my rigid penis and I remember that I gulped at the joy that brought. I was careful not to betray my wakefulness. This was my first sex-adventure and, having no clue as to how it might end, I really wanted to see just what Jeff intended to do. He very gently squeezed my appendage and then slowly drew back my foreskin. I'd produced pre-cum and so he massaged my glans tip with his thumb. Then, taking hold of my penis between his fingers, he began to slide my foreskin back and forth. I was in heaven!  

After some moments, Jeff pushed down the blankets and very slowly rolled me on to my back. He then unbuttoned my pajama trousers and eased them down my legs. He opened my pajama jacket and fully exposed my lower body. I was in a fever of anticipation, wondering what he would do next. As I said, I'd never before had a sex-adventure, but man alive, I'd now got one about to explode about me. It was all due to the cousin I'd met only hours before. Whatever else I learned that night, I came to know the meaning of “sexuality.”  

For some time, he continued to caress me, to fondle my tightly packed balls, and to touch and stroke my pulsing dick. I really don't recall how long this lasted. However, I was becoming aware of a new kind of excitement building up deep inside me. In a strange way, I felt it was leading somewhere. As Jeff continued his caressing and stroking, that excitement mounted ever higher and a new physical pleasure began to throb through me. Then, as it mounted ever higher, and to my utter astonishment, Jeff suddenly leaned forward and took my hard, pulsing cock into his mouth and started to suck hard. He continued this for some minutes.  

Then, just when I was beginning to think I'd betray the fact that I was awake, Jeff took my penis between his fingers and began to rub it hard. At that moment, the flood broke. A fantastic maelstrom of what I can only call rapturous ecstasy cascaded through my body, beginning in my penis but rushing through every atom of my being. This was my very first orgasm! What a place to have it. It was from my new cousin's skillfully caressing fingers. It was a moment I shall always remember.  

Well, I rode it out and, amazingly, managed not to betray the fact that I was actually awake. What's more, Jeff clearly wasn't aware that he'd brought me to climax, because he started to suck me again. After a couple of minutes, he took my penis, still rigid, out of his mouth and started again to wank me. At first it was uncomfortable but, after only seconds, I began to enjoy the sensual pleasure of it. I was hoping the rapture I'd known moments before would be repeated.  

Jeff had his left arm around my shoulders and, with his right hand, he continued to perform miracles on my still quivering penis. It took me longer this time, but I soon realized that it was going to happen all over again as Jeff continued to wank me. Hoping that he didn't noticed, I began to thrust forward slightly in rhythm with his rubbing. He didn't seem to notice and continued. At last, that wonderful feeling began again to mount within me and I knew the experience was about to be repeated. This time, I knew what to expect and, when it came, it didn't hit me like an express train as it had before, nor was it quite as intense. Man alive, it was still GREAT! Every part of me quivered with the rapturous thrill. This time however, even though I still faked sleep, Jeff seemed to know what he'd achieved. Perhaps because he felt me shudder. As the ecstasy ebbed away, he gradually stopped rubbing me and, though my eyes were closed, I knew he was looking intently at my face. I think he was wondering if I was awake after all.

When I continued to pretend to sleep, he relaxed.  

(Some years later, I actually confessed to him that I had been awake throughout the adventure. Because of the relationship we'd built by that time, we just laughed about it.)  

After some minutes, Jeff carefully pulled up my pants and fastened them. Then he lay down beside me and opened up his own pajamas. He reached over and took hold of my hand and placed it on his own solid, and I mean solid, mass of throbbing flesh. A new kind of excitement bubbled up within me. I realized he wanted me to do the job for him. Unfortunately, I hadn't the guts then to reveal that I'd been awake throughout the entire session, so I still pretended to be sleep and did nothing.

Nevertheless, I let my hand remain where Jeff had placed it because I guessed he was then going to relieve himself. I wanted at least to have some little part in what was about to come to pass.

At last, realizing he wasn't going to get my co-operation, he took hold of his own penis and, without any preliminaries, he began to rub it, hard. Clearly, after what he'd done for me, he was fully aroused and needed to assuage his own burning desire. He really did rub and, as my hand was resting on his pubic hair, I was well aware of the intensity of his efforts. Truly, I wanted to help him, but as I was still afraid of revealing that I'd been awake throughout. I chickened out and did nothing, except leave my hand in close proximity. (Actually, the following night, I was destined to satisfy his needs just as he wished, but I didn't know that then.)  

I don't suppose it took him more than a couple of minutes to bring himself to climax. Suddenly, I felt his whole body become tense, especially his legs, which were thrust hard down the bed. Then he orgasmed and, of course, ejaculated hard in a series of spasms, each time gasping out loud as he shot semen on to his chest and belly. I felt something warm and wet dribble on to the back of my hand, which was still resting eagerly but gently on his pubic hair. Though I'd never experienced anything like this before, I nevertheless realized that Jeff had just cum. At last, I understood what “cumming” meant.

After lying beside me, breathing heavily for some minutes, he reached over to his clothes and took something out on his pocket. It was either tissues or his handkerchief, but he used it to wiped himself dry. He left the back of my hand wet, though, not realizing that some of his semen had landed there. After that, he pulled up his trousers and the bedclothes and, taking me into his arms again, he settled down to sleep. I think he soon dozed off, but I lay wide awake for some considerable time as I remembered, and savoured, what had happened. It was truly a turning point in my life. Though I didn't know it then, Jeff and I were to become important to each other.  There would be many more wonderful sessions with each other in the coming months. But that's another story. So there it is, my first real sex-adventure. I've enjoyed retelling it and I hope that anyone who chances to read it enjoys it too.