My Cousin Jeff: the Next Night.

Previously, I wrote of my first real sex adventure with my then newly discovered cousin, Jeffrey, who was a year or two older than I was. Whilst on a visit, and as we slept together, he'd brought me – a pre-pubescent 'virgin' - to my very first (dry) orgasm; and then later that same night, he'd worked the magic a second time. Afterwards, and with my hand resting on his pubic hair, he'd brought himself to climax. It had been a mind-blowing experience, but of course Jeff made no reference to this the next day because, as I explained in my earlier piece, he thought I'd been asleep throughout. Well, we spent a pleasant day together, but all the time, my mind was on that fantastic experience I'd had with him, and I kept wondering what would happen in the night to come. I really was hoping that it would happen again, and I tried hard all day to think what I could do to ensure that it did. For once, bedtime couldn't come quickly enough for me!

At last, however, it did come and, about 10 o'clock, Jeff and I went up to bed. By this time, I'd devised a plan, brilliant in its simplicity, I thought: a straightforward frontal attack! As we were undressing, I moved over to him, naked as he was, and I said, “Jeff, can I ask you something? Why is your dick so much bigger than mine?” For a second he looked surprised at my bluntness, because we hadn't previously talked openly about anything sexy; but he then smiled and replied, “It's simply that I'm an adolescent, you know, growing into an adult, but as yet, you've not reached that stage. But you surely will, probably within the next year, because you're already 14.” Of course, I knew the answer to my question, but I asked it to excite the sexuality I knew was burning within him - because of what he'd done the night before - and thus draw Jeff's attention to me.

Well, I'd clearly got his attention and so, going in for the kill, I said, “But your dick really is much bigger than mine. Can I feel at it?” Jeff noticeably gulped with surprise at my question, but with only a moment's hesitation, he said that, sure, I could feel at it if I wanted to. I did want to and I DID feel! I was conscious that he jumped a little (with pleasure, I was sure) as I took his penis between my fingers. And examine it I did, in detail, and I was fully aware that he was enjoying it.

After having handled only my own minor specimen, his felt huge in my hand, even though it was flaccid. Some instinct told me to maintain contact, which I did, and I was quickly aware that Jeff's penis was beginning to grow; and it grew at a mighty rate. Within a few seconds, I was holding 6'' of young throbbing manhood. “Blimey, Jeff,” I exclaimed, “it's a monster!” And after having only previously experienced my own mini-erections, it DID indeed seem monstrous.

Jeff sat there on the edge of the bed in an almost trance-like state. I'm sure he'd never ever thought this would happen, and without any prompting from him. I don't know how long he'd have sat there if I'd just gone on feeling him but, suddenly, I was enveloped in an almost overwhelming feeling of what I now know was sheer lust, so I decided to push my luck further. Still holding his penis, I moved nearer to him and asked, “Do you want to feel mine?”

Looking back now at this incident, I realise that I must have been a pretty precocious kid, in spite of the fact that I'd then have described myself as, well, 'innocent'. I very clearly wasn't!

Yes, he signified, he would like to feel mine. I too was naked, so he reached across and took hold of my – by then – rigid 3'', and he started to slide my foreskin back and forth. I was in heaven again!

“Let's get into bed,” Jeff suddenly said. “What, naked?” I asked, to which he replied, “What could be better?” So, switching off the bedside light, leaving the room illuminated only by the street lamps outside, we climbed quickly into bed.

As soon as we were settled, Jeff put his arm around me and began to caress my mini-genitals, and I followed suite, especially enjoying the feel of his lush pubic hair. After some moments of this, Jeff rolled me on to my back and, to my delight, took my penis into his mouth. I can still clearly remember how wonderful it felt when he began to explore my foreskin with the tip of his tongue; and then, seconds later, realising I was almost ecstatic with the pleasure this was causing, he took hold of my penis and, with it still in his mouth, he drew back my foreskin and began, still with the tip of his tongue, to 'massage' my little glans. I was literally shaking with excitement, and I'm sure I'd have climaxed if he'd continued another minute.

He though, skilful operator that he was, chose to delay my orgasm. He released my little penis and lay back down beside me. “Come on,” he whispered, “and let's see what you've learned. It's your turn now. Get down there!” And with that, he pushed my head downwards, and I realised he wanted ME to suck HIM! Momentarily, I was surprised, but a quiet voice inside me urged, “Come on, boy! Let's go for this!”

I scrambled down the bed until I reached his thighs and then, using my right hand, which was just slightly trembling, I guided his throbbing shaft into my mouth. It felt huge, and I feared I'd never get it all inside! But, enterprising lad that I was, I managed to get half of it in, and I started to suck, and also to lick Jeff's tip, by then unsheathed, as he'd licked mine. To be honest, I'd feared it might taste unpleasant, but I was delighted to find that it didn't, which encouraged me to go at it with gusto.

“Oh, good lad,” gasped Jeff, “that's great. Try and take it all in!” He then pressed on the back of my head, and I sucked hard. It had the desired effect and his penis went fully in. Unfortunately, it went to the back of my mouth and, not knowing anything about the technique of “deep-throating”, it made me gag as though I was about to vomit. Realising what had happened, Jeff pulled his penis clear and said, “Steady! Don't eat it all at once!”

This remark, in spite of my extreme horniness, made me laugh, and that eased my throat; so Jeff said, “Try again – but don't be greedy!” I tried again, and I wasn't greedy; and this time I succeeded in getting it all in and was able to do for him all he wanted by both sucking and using my lips and tongue. Obviously, I was a quick learner, even then! And I have to say that I enjoyed it immensely; and as I was doing it, Jeff was working his magic on my stiff little rod with his skilful fingers.

Again, after a little time, I began to feel the passion rising and, perhaps because of what I was so enthusiastically doing to his penis, Jeff realised this and decided to change the technique. He managed to get us into a '69' position, indicating that we could now work the same magic on each other. As we started again, he began to stroke my testicles gently but rhythmically and, being the quick learner that I clearly was, I did the same thing for him.

For some time we continued thus, but then, Jeff pulled me back up the bed and took me in his arms and began to kiss me. This I liked because it made me very conscious of the exciting smell and, yes, the taste of him. I simply abandoned myself to all that he was doing with his lips and also with his slowly caressing right hand. It was like floating on a cloud of rapture and I can clearly remember thinking – even in my near ecstatic state – that all that I'd longed for after the pleasures of the previous night was being more than fulfilled. But seconds later, Jeff upped the rapture by slowly easing his hand further down my body until he made contact with my quivering penis, still damp with his saliva. Taking hold of it, he started to ease my foreskin slowly back and forth, and I, in an interval between kisses, gasped, “Oh, yes, Jeff! Do it to me!” Believe me, I couldn't wait any longer for the glorious satisfaction I knew, by then, was only moments away.

Taking me at my word, Jeff started to rub me, very firmly but also, in a way, quite gently. I think he was aware that I, though 14, still had only an immature member, and he didn't want to hurt it. But nevertheless, his ministrations quickly bore fruit and, as I felt the ecstasy rising, I started to tremble. “It's going to cum,” I croaked; and within seconds it did. The spasms of pleasure I'd enjoyed the night before again swept through me and, holding my legs straight and my body stiff, I just let the waves of joy cascade through me, gasping as each one ravished me.

Jeff kept rubbing and held me tightly until, sated, I finally relaxed back on to the bed; and he held me until I got my breath back. Eventually, he whispered, “I take it you really enjoyed that?” I nodded because speech, at that moment, was still beyond me. Good lover that he was, Jeff continued to hold me in his arms until I was fully back into the universe of men, though he must have been himself aching for satisfaction.

Looking back now, I'm amazed that such a tiny penis could have given me so thrilling a time. Well, perhaps it's true then, after all, that size really isn't important!

Lying in Jeff's arms, I actually began to drift off into sleep; but Jeff, in spite of the understanding way he'd dealt with me after my mind-blowing orgasm, clearly couldn't himself wait any longer for satisfaction, so he roused me and said, “I'm crazy for it now, so it's your turn to do things for me. That's what good wanking buddies do for each other.” I could see both the logic and the justice of his remark and, once I'd pulled myself back from the sleep which threatened to engulf me, I was indeed not only prepared but in fact eager to do the necessary for Jeff.

I slipped down the bed again and began to suck his hard penis and, once I could feel him thrusting his throbbing flesh back and forth between my lips, I changed position and straddled his thighs. Reaching out an eager hand, I grasped what was, to me, his mighty penis and began to rub. Having realised the stimulating effect a vigorously moving foreskin has on a hard and sensitive penis, I made sure that Jeff's glans was fully covered on every up stroke and fully exposed on every down stroke. Clearly, Jeff appreciated my endeavours because he was soon thrusting his hips back and forth with my every move, and gasping with the pleasure that each movement brought him.

Suddenly, however, he stopped thrusting, and leaning over, he switched on the bedside light. I didn't at first see why he'd done that, but then I realised that he wanted me to see him cum! Once the realisation dawned, I was keen to see that too, and so I began to pump him hard.

Soon, Jeff was again thrusting enthusiastically, and gasping with each vigorous thrust. “Oh, keep going,” he croaked, “because it's only seconds away!”

And he was right, it was. Hardly had he finished speaking when I felt his already, to me, gigantic penis grow and stiffen even more; he closed his eyes, turned his head sideways, and his back arched as his orgasm surged through him. At the same time, I felt his penis pulse, and a long rope of semen shot forth and landed on his neck. It was followed by three or four more, all of which landed on his chest or upper belly; and each time he groaned with the absolute pleasure of it. I continued to pump hard, delighted that I was giving him such rapture.

I continued enthusiastically after he'd run dry, and I think I must have been hurting him because he reached down and grabbed my wrist to stop me rubbing. For a time I sat there, still straddling his legs and watching his flushed face as, eyes still closed, he breathed heavily. He was still holding my right wrist, but I reached forward with my left hand and, placing my fingers under his scrotum, I began to slowly tickle him. This didn't seem to cause him hurt or discomfort because he didn't stop me. What's more, it enabled me to feel that I was still pleasuring him, even as the ecstasy of his orgasm faded.

I seemed to sit across his legs for half a lifetime, observing the results of his climax, but of course it could only have been a minute or so. Eventually, he opened his eyes and, smiling at me, he said, “How glad I am that I've found my new and randy little cousin! I can't help wondering where he's been all my past life?” I smiled back at him, realising he was paying me a compliment though, to be honest, I don't think at that point I actually knew what “randy” meant!

As on the previous night, he again reached over to his clothes and took out his handkerchief and, wiping himself with it, he quipped, “I think I'm going to have to wash this tomorrow!” When he'd finished he dropped the handkerchief on the floor and indicated that I was to lie beside him, which I willingly did. He turned the bedside light out and took me into his arms – and the nearness of him felt wonderful. He kissed me and said, “Let's settle down for a well earned sleep.” I was myself ready for that and willingly acquiesced; indeed, we were both, still happily naked, very soon in Dreamland.

The next thing I remember is looking at the window and seeing that it was already daylight, and as I did this, the memory of what had taken place the previous night came flooding back – and with it, the desire to repeat it all. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was almost 6-00am. “Good,” I thought, “we don't have to get up yet.”

I realised I was still in Jeff's arms and that he was still asleep. I changed my position just slightly so that I could reach down the bed. I soon located his penis, now restfully flaccid – but mine wasn't! I took Jeff's into my hand and started to stroke it, and was quickly rewarded by feeling it begin to grow and harden. I kept stroking it, being sure that my efforts would awaken him. I was right: after only about a minute, he opened his eyes and smiled at me. I continued to rub and Jeff whispered, “Again?” Eagerly, I whispered back, “YES!”

So, we lay side by side and, without any preliminaries, we started to stroke each other. It was slow to begin with, but we soon increased the speed until we were going like a pair of locomotives. It couldn't last long and didn't. Not surprisingly, I blew first, the newly discovered thrill again surging through me; but the orgasm had barely ebbed away before Jeff blew his load, and again, as on the previous night, I felt his semen on the back of my hand.

As soon as he was satisfied, he reached for the handkerchief, still on the floor beside the bed, and with it, he wiped himself and – this time - my hand also. Dropping the very wet and very sticky handkerchief back on the floor, Jeff said, “Now I'll certainly have to wash it!” We lay quietly side by side until it was time to get up, and then we went for a shower together. Though we washed each other, our activities did not go beyond that, but it was enjoyable to wash – and be washed by – Jeff.

I'd better bring my tale to an end by saying that we had a number of session, both in bed and in other places, during the remainder of Jeff's stay; and in the ensuing months, we had other sessions when either he visited us or we visited his folks; and he and I have, though occasionally now, gone on meeting and enjoying, shall we say, “fellowship”.