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Sharing a bed with my cousin

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Pon Posted on: 02 May 2003 2 comments
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My earliest masturbatory recollection (as well as my first contribution here, so please be gentle with me ;-)I must confess that, up until now, I've been just lurking around solotouch.com and selfishly enjoying all of the generous, dick-stiffening contributions from the rest of you. Since I eagerly jumped at the bargain price of admission to this new website though, I suppose it's time for me to finally offer up a little something of my own. The beginning always seems like a good place to start, so here's a personal experience which is probably my earliest recollection of ever being aware that my penis was anything other than simply a pee spout. I have sincere doubts that anyone else will find it as arousing to read about, as it is for me to relive, but here goes anyway.This particular incident took place one Easter weekend when all of my mother's family members were spending the night at my grandparent's house. The adults decided on the sleeping arrangements for all of us kids, and it turned out that my 16 year old cousin Scott and I wound up sharing the fold-out sofa in our grandparents' living room. Now although Scott is less than a handful of years older than myself, I thought of him as being very grown up at the time. It didn't even seem in the least unusual to me that he and I had never been particularly friendly toward each other, but I was suddenly feeling more than a just little bit awkward about sharing a bed with an older boy whom I didn't have much in common with at all.After everyone else had finally gone to bed and the house was quiet, Scott and I began to talk to each other quietly. I can't for the life of me remember what we talked about, but I do recall trying my best not to say anything stupid and immature as we lay there under the covers chatting in the dark. The words from that long-ago conversation which I will never forget are when he said to me "here, feel this..."With that, he reached over beneath the covers, took my hand by the wrist, and then matter-of-factly placed it right on top of his crotch. I was speechless with surprise, but also strangely excited as I let him slide my fingers along the long, hard, cylindrical bulge which began between his legs and ran straight upward to just below the elastic waistband of his cotton briefs."Does your dick ever get hard like this?" he asked, so quietly that I could barely make out what he was saying."Yeah, sometimes" I nervously whispered back.Although I had indeed experienced what my colorfully outspoken grandfather used to refer to as a "piss hard-on" before, the occasional stiffness in that portion of my anatomy had no real sexual significance for me at that age. A slightly younger friend and I had even pulled down our pants and engaged in a little mutual penis play behind locked bathroom doors at both of our homes a few times, but neither of our little wieners had ever been as impressively large and stiff as the one I was feeling at that moment."Do you jack off?" my cousin asked me, still guiding my hand back and forth along the length of his erection.My lack of an immediate response to his question was not because I was ashamed to admit that I'd played with my penis before, but I was very reluctant to admit to him that I honestly had no idea what the term "jack off" meant. I guess he figured it out from my hesitation though and said "It feels really good. Here... I'll show you".He reached over and slid his hand down inside the front of my pajama bottoms, wrapped a finger and thumb around my soft penis and began gently stroking and pulling on it until it began to stiffen in his hand. Even hard, mine was probably just over two-thirds the size of his own, and I was a little self-conscious about the comparison. What he was doing to me felt sooo good though... I wasn't about to stop him."Now you try it" he whispered... "like this".He released my dick and pushed the covers down around our knees. I watched wordlessly as he proceeded to slide his jockey shorts down over his hips, wrap his hand around his stiff boner, and then begin purposefully working his fist up and down the length of it. All I could do was to lay there and stare, but I can clearly remember being quite impressed by the thick patch of curly blonde pubic hair around the base of his shaft. (I had none myself, or perhaps just a little peach fuzz at most)."C'mon Bobby. Pull down your pants and do it with me" he instructed me, rather impatiently.I hesitantly worked my pajama bottoms down, and began trying to imitate the way he was milking his cock. I was terribly nervous about the very real possibility of one of our relatives getting up and catching us both laying there with our pants down, but I was equally excited by this naughty new game which my older cousin obviously wanted me to play with him. I was definitely not about to say or do anything that might put a stop to it. In the dim light shining through the living room window, I could see him gazing intently at my 4-inch dick and hairless balls as his hand began to pump faster. For my own part, I did my best to match him stroke for stroke, and soon we were both masturbating in near-unison.After just a very few seconds of this, I heard him moan softly, and then watched wide-eyed as he arched his back and began frigging himself furiously. All of a sudden, three or four jets of milky white liquid spurted in succession from the tip of his cock and splattered wetly across his stomach and chest. His body seemed to relax as he once again made a ring of his forefinger and thumb and used it to slowly squeeze one final drop of fluid out of the small slit at the tip of his swollen knob.He encouraged me to keep stroking myself as he used his underpants to mop up the glistening traces of his sperm, and then stuffed them underneath the sofa until he could slip them back into his bag in the morning. He laid there and just watched me jack off for several more minutes, asking occasionally "Are you starting to get that really gooood feeling yet?" I wasn't exactly sure what he meant by that, but even though I never managed to actually ejaculate that night, what I was doing certainly felt "really good" to me.From that night on though, I began to practice faithfully in private. At night in my bed... in the bathroom at home or at school... just about any place and any time I could get away with it, until one day I was finally rewarded with my very first spurts of pearly adolescent sperm.Even though Scott and I never repeated our little game together (nor even mentioned it again for that matter) I did manage to eventually introduce a few of my own friends to the joys of boyhood masturbation. Several of us went on to enjoy quite a few private, mutual, and even group jackoff sessions together throughout our teenage years, but those later experiences are beyond what I wanted to relate in this particular story.I know that my little reminiscence isn't nearly as hot and horny as the majority of the stuff you can easily find posted on-line, but it was pretty darned exciting to me at the time. I still often find myself thinking about it when I masturbate, even to this day. If nothing else, it's great fun for me to finally share a little something of my own with the rest of you here.Hope you enjoyed it, and thanks for listening.Pon