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Meeting Kyle's Cousin

by A Shy Guy


It was late Saturday morning and I was bored stiff! I had been sitting at the computer trying to finish a history assignment since nine o'clock, but I couldn't keep my mind on it. I had a tingling sensation all over my body, perhaps from the sugar in the coke I had just consumed, but just as likely because I was getting to be as horny as hell these days! The warm June weather in June was responsible, I thought. That, and a sixteen year old libido! Without even thinking about sex or sexy guys like my best friend Kyle, my cock was growing thicker, and my jeans were getting tighter, and it was getting harder to concentrate on my assignment. "To hell with it!" I thought, and I clicked the save button. "Mom, I'm going out for some air," I called as I passed through the kitchen, grabbing a couple of fresh biscuits from the counter, and my jacket from its hook by the back door. "I'll grab something to eat at the mall." "Don't be too long, dear," she answered from the pantry. "You've got to finish your project for school, and I have to go out later. I've got to deliver the baking to the church tea and sale about noon. I'll be gone till about supper time, and your father won't be back till them either. Can you fix something for supper?" "Sure mom, if you don't mind Kraft Dinner!" I yelled as the screen door slammed behind me. My folks were cool. They usually left me alone when I needed that, and were close to me when I needed that. We liked each other, which is more than I can say for most of the guys and their parents. My best friend Kyle hated his father, and his mother dried a lot, especially when she saw his failing report cards. Kyle is smart enough, but he doesn't study. He's as horny as I am these days, and has his mind on only one thing! I walked to the mall which wasn't very far away, taking the back streets. By the time I got there, though, I had a sweat going and was wiping my forehead on my sleeve as I went in through the main door. The kids usually hung out at the food court, so I headed there to see who was around. Not much action this morning, I thought as I stood looking at the people seated at the tables. Mostly older people, taking a break after their shopping. I saw one guy sitting alone, a stranger, I thought, but he looked a little familiar, though I couldn't see his face, just his profile. He had dark hair, and looked like he hadn't shaved yet this morning. I could feel my cock thickening a little as I looked at him and put my hand in my pocket to shove it to one side. Just then he looked up and stared right at me. He smiled, and his blue eyes sparkled. Then they lowered to my crotch area, and I felt like he could see my boner right through my jeans. He looked back up at my face and smiled again, giving a slight nod of his head. I bought a coke and walked over to the rail near where he was sitting. "Great day," I said, as I took a sip of the coke. "Hot," he said. "makes me sweat. I see you've been sweating too. Sweating makes me horny. See," he said, spreading his legs apart just slightly, enough that I could see his bulge, and as I looked at it, he must have tightened his muscles because I was sure I could see his cock bob. "Me too," I said, walking over and sitting in the seat opposite him. "My names Chad. What's yours?" "Jim," he said, putting out his hand. I took it in mine and shook it. "But you didn't need to tell me. I know who you are. I've seen a picture of you. In fact, I was just looking at it this morning. Your school picture. I'm Kyle's cousin." Kyle had told me about his seventeen year old cousin Jim from the city, but I had never met him before. "He, that's cool," I said. "What do you think?" Jim asked, teasingly. "Do you think I talk dirty to total strangers? Kyle's told me lots about you. I've been wanting to meet you for some time." Now, like I said, Kyle and I were best friends, and best friends do things together and tell each other stuff. When we were kids, about twelve or so, we used to sleep out in a tent in my back yard, and one night Kyle brought a magazine. "I got it from my cousin, Jim," he told me. "You can get this stuff in the city. Look at this, will ya?" I had looked and saw a picture of two guys going at it. One fellow had the other guys cock in his mouth, and the first guy had his head back and his eyes shut tight. His mouth was open, and you could almost hear him moan. "Want to try it?" Kyle had asked, and we did, but we didn't really like it much, not the first time anyway. With practice, we got better at it, and it got to be more fun. "What sort of things did Kyle tell you?" I asked. "Lots," said Jim, with a big grip on his face. He moved his knee closer and touched it against mine. A shiver of excitement bolted through my already tense body. "Enough that I wanted to meet you sometime. In fact, Kyle and I were going to come by your house this afternoon to see if you were around. Kyle's doing errands with his father right now but he's meeting me here soon, in about a half hour or so." My cock was rock hard by this time, and it was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Jim smiled, as if he knew what was happening to me. He leaned forward, and I did the same almost automatically, two conspirators about to share a secret. "I don't know about you," said Jim, but I've got this boner that needs attention right now. I don't think I can wait until Kyle gets here. He usually helps me out when things get like this. I'm going to the washroom. Wanna wait here, or do you wanna come along?" Who could refuse that sort of invitation? I went along. Once inside the washroom, Jim stood up to the urinal and tried to piss but his rock hard cock wouldn't cooperate. "Guess I got to get rid of this first," he said, turning to show his erect six inch bone hard cock to me. "Wanna help me out here?" he asked. We moved into a cubical and I sat down on the seat as Jim closed and locked the door. When he turned towards me, his cock was right in my eye, and I could see the little slit, with precum oozing out of it. "Wanna lick it?" h000. e asked. He didn't have to ask twice. I leaned forward and licked up the precum just as another big drop oozed out. I licked that up too, and tasted the salty liquid on my tongue. That was all I needed. I reached out and took his hard cock in my hand and put my lips over the end. He pushed forward, and his six inch cock slipped into my mouth. I nearly gagged, but in another second I was sucking and licking, and he was leaning back and moaning, his eyes shut tight. "Oh, that's so good," he said. "Kyle was right. You are good!" I was too busy sucking his cock to be angry at Kyle. I'd never told anyone about the fun we had together, but he'd told his cousin. Who else did he tell? Well, I thought, if he didn't tell Jim, I wouldn't be here now, sucking his cock. But I'll get Kyle for this, somehow, I thought before settling down to the business of making this guy cum. I licked along the sides and down under, taking his balls into my mouth one at a time. I sucked on them and washed the sweat off them with my tongue. I reached around to pull his jeans down over his firm bubble butt, and when they reached his knees, I reached back up again and grabbed his ass, pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. He was thrusting faster now, and moaning uncontrollably. His cock was swelling even more and I knew he was about to explode. I sucked harder and dug my fingernails into his ass cheeks just as the first spurt of hot cum hit me in the back of my throat. As fast as I could swallow, another charge fired and soon my mouth was full to overflowing. He thrust his hips at me in one last great surge, and then relaxed. He pulled me up to meet his face, and kissed me, taking some of his own cum into his mouth. Then it was my turn. He nibbled at my tits through my t-shirt, then moved down my chest to my stomach. His hands explored further down, and I could feel him fumbling with my belt buckle. He managed to loosen it just as I started to reach out to help him. He pushed my hands away, and proceeded to pull the zipper of my jeans down with his teeth. He was in no hurry, though I was. He grabbed the zipper between his teeth and pulled it down, nuzzling against my hard cock as he went. First one side, then the other, he managed to get my jeans over my hips, and then started at my underwear. He gently bit my hard cock right through the cloth. I reached to pull my underwear down, but he pushed my hands away again and used his teeth to pull the front of my shorts down until my cock sprang up and out of its confinement. Then his mouth engulfed me, right down my six inch shaft to my short and curlies. He slurped a little as he adjusted to the rhythm, but was soon raising such feelings of ecstacy in me that I never heard another sound. I was in heaven! Jim reached around to my ass with his hot, exploring fingers. He pulled my shorts down, and rubbed his fingers up and down my crack. Finding my tight hole, he tried to push his finger in, but it wouldn't go. I was squeezing my muscles so tight now, so he gave up. He just rubbed me, up and down, and all around. As the feeling swelled up inside me and I reached the point of no return, I grabbed his head and rammed my cock into his mouth as far and as hard as I could before I exploded in a sea of seamen. He managed to catch most of it in his mouth but as I plunged in deeper and then out again, in rapid jerking motions, more and more of my cum spilled out onto his face. When I finally slowed down and stopped, he let my cock slip out of his mouth, and hang limp. He caressed my stomach with his moist lips, moving back up to my chest, then my neck and finally to my lips. I tasted my own cum on his lips and then sucked it from his tongue which he had shoved far into my mouth. We clung to each other, and then slowly began to release as the moment of lust passed. "Now I've got something to tell Kyle," said Jim. "Let's tell him together, " I said. "Better yet," said Jim, "Let's show him." But that's another story.

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