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When I was 17, my 23 year old army lieutenant cousin was re-assigned from
overseas to a base near my family's home. I'll call him "Kevin". I'd met
Kevin two other times, when he was a teenager, and I thought he was
incredibly cool then.

Kevin was single, and none of his immediate family lived anywhere close, so
he visited my family a lot, especially on weekends and holidays. Since I
had sisters but no brothers, it didn't take long before I was worshipping
him as the older brother I never had. Seeing him in uniform even made my
dick hard, though I hadn't sprung erections over other guys before.
Looking back, I know I had a serious crush on Kevin.

About the time I turned 18, I stayed the weekend at Kevin's apartment near
the base. He knew fun stuff to do, and since he earned officers' pay but
had few expenses, we spent the day doing it in style. He didn't buy me
things, but he paid my way wherever we went.

Watching the late movie on TV after the day's adventures, Kevin ended up on
the couch. I sprawled on the carpeted floor in front of the tube. When I
got tired of lying prone, I moved so I was sitting on the floor, with my
back against the sofa. Kevin was lying on his back with his head on
pillows at one end. So as not to block his view, I was leaning against the
sofa about even with his waist. The only light in the room was coming from
the TV.

Kev reached out his hand and playfully tousled my medium length blond hair.
He brushed his fingers down the side of my head, lightly pulled on my ear,
and let his open palm rest across the top of my right shoulder. Neither of
us said anything, but his touch made me feel warm and fuzzy inside... and
hard outside. When he gently squeezed my shoulder I reflexively reached my
right hand up to grasp his. We held hands like that for a half an hour
without saying a word, both of us apparently intent on watching the movie.
Right. I felt an exhilarating rush that kept getting stronger.

My heart was pounding in my chest, my whole body was tingling with
electricity, and I had to force my breathing under control. By the time I
regained my composure, I realized Kevin had fallen asleep. The movie was
over, and it was late. Since he was already crashed on the couch, I took
the bedroom. Kevin had a small furnished apartment, with one large bed
almost filling the entire room. I went out like a light.

The next morning I awoke to the sound of the shower running. The bedroom
door was open, and I could easily hear Kevin turn off the water and open
the shower door. Meantime I was beginning to remember our hand-holding of
the night before. I lingered with my eyes closed, still half-asleep.

The bathroom door was just a few steps down the hall. I heard the door
open, then I heard Kevin opening dresser drawers in his bedroom. At this I
opened my eyes and stretched under the sheet. Kevin looked up from the
open dresser and chuckled out "Good morning!", then returned to his search
for clothes. He only wore a towel around his waist, and when my sleepy
eyes finally focused I could see his smooth, toned body at the foot of the
bed, bathed in early morning sunlight that streamed through a window. The
rest of the room was still in shadow.

Kevin opened and closed several drawers, asking me how I slept, and what I
wanted to do that day. As we started chatting about the possibilities, he
turned around and let the towel drop to the floor. While he was stepping
into clean underwear my eyes locked on his genitals, and I saw his cock was
hanging out at a slight angle. As he lifted his legs to put on the
underwear his dick swung in an irregular arc, and seemed to be thickening
as well as lengthening. By the time he tucked it into his jockeys, quickly
positioning it across his lower belly, I estimated it at between 7-8
inches. My eyes were still following the lines of his bulge when he looked
up and told me it was my turn to shower. Gulp. Just one not-so-small
problem, I thought. We'd seen each other naked on several occasions, but
not when either of us had erections. Then I flashed again on the previous
night's hand-holding, and decided what the hell. As Kev stood there
buttoning his shirt, I pulled down the sheet and sat on the side of the bed
in my briefs. I was perfectly sober, but loosing control of my normal
inhibitions, drunk on my raging hormones.

I pulled my briefs off and stood up with an obvious late-stage semi. I was
almost shaking with excitement. But by then Kevin had finished dressing,
and was already walking out the door on his way to the kitchen to fix
breakfast. Although it was frustrating, I also felt relieved that he'd
left the room without seeing my cock, or so I thought. Either way, neither
of us discussed it during the rest of my visit.

The next time I spent the weekend at Kevin's, we followed the same
routine... spending the day outdoors, coming back to his apartment in time
for dinner. We both played hard, and had strong, toned bodies to prove it.
I was a tall skinny kid, but tightly built from swimming and running.
Kevin had been a skinny teenager like me. Now, after two years in the
infantry, he'd developed a boyishly sleek hard body.

That night I slept on the sofa, Kevin in his bed. Nothing unusual happened
until the next morning. I woke up early, just after dawn. My thoughts
drifted to Kev, whose snoring I could hear through the open bedroom door.
I tried to envision what he looked like lying there asleep... and whether
he had morning wood like I did. My fantasy got bolder... I reasoned with
myself that since I'd already spent a night in his bed, I now had permanent
right of access. So I rolled off the couch and walked down the hall, my
hard dick stretching against tight white briefs. I stopped at the doorway
of the small bedroom, letting my eyes adjust to the curtained darkness.

When I could make out the features of the room, I stepped to the side of
the bed that was closest to the door. There I could see my older cousin on
his back, sheet drawn up to his armpits. His arms were extended down atop
the sheet, his palms open and relaxed alongside his body. His legs were
lying flat, and I could clearly see a tempting mound between his legs. If
I'd been more experienced I might have dived on it right there, but I was
still a pretty naive kid, and instead I ripped open the curtains and
shouted "Rise and shine!", then jumped on the bed next to Kevin's sleeping
form.

Instead of yelling at me or cuffing me for that rude awakening, Kevin
reached out with his bare right arm and pulled me closer alongside,
separated only by the sheet that ended just under his arms. I shivered
with excitement and reached across his wide chest, drawing my upper body
against his side. I could feel his biceps pressing against my bare back,
and his open palm loosely gripping the side of my ribcage. "I'm sorry for
waking you up Kevin", I said, as I laid my head on the side of his chest.
The bottom half of my face was on the sheet, but the top half lay on his
bare skin, and I could smell his scent through the aroma of bleach and
fabric softener. I looked down at the contours of the sheet that covered
him, and saw that his mound had grown. Just then, he brought his left hand
across his chest and gently rested it on the right side of my head,
covering my forehead and eyes. He began to pet me. That's right, he was
petting my head and face. When I felt, more than heard, a long deep sigh, I
reflexively gripped his chest as tight as I could with my arm. The next
thing I heard was his sleepy voice, murmuring, "I love you, Jimmy". When I
raised my face to look into his, Kevin lifted his head and softly kissed my
forehead.

I shivered again, and shifted my lower body against his right hip and
thigh, bending my right knee across the top of his right leg. My
(precisely) 7.5 inch erection was now pointing up, pressed tightly between
my flat belly and the sheet covering Kevin's right hip. While I was
getting more comfortable, Kevin's right hand and arm still held me firm and
close.

Problem was, I was too chicken to actually touch him "there". I'd pretty
much taken my impulses as far as my cherry-boy courage would allow.
Instead, I lay there hoping Kevin would do something to escalate the
situation, which he never did. We talked quietly about our plans for the
day, but after a few minutes Kevin lifted the sheet, rolled out of bed, and
went to the bathroom. The rest of the day was uneventful, and since it was
Sunday, he took me home before dinner time.

Kevin had been gone for several weeks on an army training exercise. While
I waited for him to return, all my jack-off fantasies centered on what I
could have done, or what might have happened had Kevin done something
during my last sleepover. The more I dreamed about that moment, the more
determined I was not to let another like it pass without taking advantage
of it, no matter how risky.

My next chance came the day after Kevin returned from the exercise. My
married sister drove me to Kevin's apartment complex. I wore my bathing
suit and hung out by the pool, waiting for Kevin to return from work. He
was expecting me, and knew to look for me by the pool. When I saw him I
scooped up my backpack and followed him to his apartment, in another area
of the complex. I wasn't surprised to see he was carrying a twelve-pack,
since I'd seen him drink beer before. But this time I noticed he'd already
been drinking, and he even acted a little silly, talking louder than normal
and telling dumb jokes. I asked him if he'd been drinking, and he admitted
he'd gotten off work early for a unit beer bash.

Kevin asked me to call for pizza while he took a shower and changed into
civilian clothes. We ate dinner, and he seemed to be less goofy with food
in his stomach. But he had more beers after dinner, and while we watched
TV he got even more drunk than earlier, and finally passed out. I was
kinda worried, since I'd never seen him more than just tipsy. But it was
also fascinating to see him lose some of his military self-control.

He'd only been passed out on the floor a few minutes when suddenly he
moaned loudly, sat upright, and promptly blew beans all over his lap, legs,
and chest. When he was finished he passed out again. I was shocked, not
sure what to do, but quickly decided I couldn't leave him there covered in
puke. I filled the bathtub with warm water. When I finally managed to get
Kevin to respond to rough shaking, we lurched down the hall to the
bathroom. He could barely walk, and obviously couldn't undress himself, so
I propped him on the toilet and stripped off his shirt, pants, socks, and
underwear. It was hard work doing that while keeping him from falling, and
by the time I'd helped him lower himself into the bathtub, I was sweating
so much my T-shirt was sticking to my chest and back.

He seemed to wake up once he was in the warm water, and I asked him if he
could wash himself. He said he could, so I left the bathroom and spent the
next 20 minutes cleaning up the mess in the living room. When I checked on
him again he was passed out or asleep, lying naked in the tub.

Now that the emergency was over and Kevin would be alright, I began to get
naughty ideas about taking advantage of his temporary helplessness. I
forced myself to leave the bathroom in order to think, out of sight of
Kevin's tempting nude body. I figured I needn't worry about Kev waking up
for awhile, at least until the water in the tub got too cold. But if he
was in the tub I wouldn't have as many options, so I decided to move him to
the bedroom right away.

I reached between his wrinkled feet and pulled the tub's drain plug. I
shook Kevin awake and got him to stand in the tub. I didn't dry him off,
afraid he'd slip on the slick surface of the tub. Instead, I put one
sneakered foot in the tub and wrapped his left arm over my right shoulder
and around my neck, where my left hand firmly grasped his. My right arm
steadied him as I led him out of the tub. Standing now on the bath mat and
floor, I stopped to check Kevin out. It was easy since his eyes were
closed. Yet he was still able to help me support his weight, so I knew he
was partially awake. That didn't stop me from ogling his limp cock and
loose balls. As he'd just stepped out of the tub, he was still dripping,
his wet pubic bush flattened against his groin. I stared down at the head
of his cut cock and tried to imagine it erect, but I didn't touch it.

I'd been so busy cleaning up Kevin and the mess he made, that I'd forgotten
to turn down his bed. We staggered the few feet to his bedroom, and rather
than try to cover him, I more or less pointed his head toward the pillow
and dropped him on top of the bedspread. That would have worked, too, but
Kevin's left arm didn't release it's grasp of my neck and shoulder, so he
pulled me face down on the bed. I wriggled out of his reach, and bending
down, grabbed him under the knees, and rolled his lower body onto the bed.
He was now laying on his back, arms outstretched and legs extended
straight, feet slightly apart.

Between my own sweat and splashing bath water, I was soaked. One sneaker
squished when I walked. I decided to undress. But I didn't want to leave
my clothes in Kevin's room, so I went back into the living room and
stripped down to my underwear, as if I'd gone to sleep on the couch. I
took my time. The night was very warm, and I knew Kev wouldn't get a
chill, even though he was still a little wet. I returned to the bathroom
for a towel, which I used to dry the moisture off my own body as I retraced
my steps to Kevin's bed. He hadn't moved, and seemed to be asleep. The
hallway light illuminated the bedroom perfectly. I could stand in the
shadow next to the bed, enjoying the sight of my naked cousin. After a
minute I pushed his bedroom door partly closed, to block him from the
direct light of the hallway, but still providing enough light to see. Once
my eyes adjusted, I climbed up on the bed next to Kevin. My white briefs
were still slightly damp, but I left them on. If Kevin woke up and got
mad, it would be hard to explain what I was doing bare-ass naked in bed
with him. Or so my feverish mind rationalized as I scooted across the wide
bedspread, and stretched myself along his right side. After shaking him
hard but getting no response, I figured Kevin was out for the count. It
was time for me to hold 'em or fold 'em.

I stripped off my briefs and lay against Kevin like we had on the morning I
woke him up. Now there was nothing whatsoever between our nude bodies. My
right knee came up and over his right leg, pulling him between my legs, my
throbbing boner pressed against his naked thigh. My face was about level
with his wide flat nipples. I laid my head on his left nipple so I would
have a clear view below. Using his chest as my pillow, I looked across his
defined abs, across his "innie", at my prize. All I had to do was lift my
hand and I'd have it.

Kevin's breathing didn't break rhythm, so I pressed on. Every muscle in my
body was wound tight, while my right hand floated silently, palm-down,
above his cock and balls. When my palm came in contact with his soft
manhood I relaxed, and rested my hand and arm across his lower belly and
between his open legs. For a few delicious minutes I lay still, becoming
accustomed to the sensation. Emboldened, I lightly caressed his package,
including the large, almost hairless ball sac, pulled tight against his
moist groin. My thumb swept slowly back and forth across the sleeping
snake and it's mushroom-shaped head, while my fingers gently teased his
scrotum. Soon I felt his snake push back, and I stopped all movement while
his erection reached its full measure. It seemed to roll upward, until his
strong heartbeat lifted it up and pointed it right at my face. It
fluttered there an inch above his tight belly, its base obscured by his
brown pubic bush.

I flexed my fingers and wrapped them around the base of my sexy cousin's
thick manhood. Holding a loose grip with my thumb, I stroked upwards to
the bottom of the mushroom head. It was like holding a baseball bat
handle-up, and letting the wood slip through your fingers until you feel
the rim touch the top of your hand. I squeezed a little, and watched the
spongy head of the mushroom swell, then dribble a few drops of a clear
sticky liquid on my bare hand. To examine it closer in the dim light, I
pulled my hand to my face, and as I did so Kevin's precum stretched in a
single clear thread, like spider silk, still connected to its biological
spindle.

Only a small part of my brain was still aware of my surroundings and
circumstances, and I no longer cared whether Kevin might be awakened by the
slow hand job I was giving him. On the contrary, I began to hope he'd been
awake from the beginning. That could mean he didn't care, or maybe wanted
me to feel him up... and more. But so far as I could tell, he was still
out like a light.

Then I had a brilliant idea. I moved into a sitting position, and
carefully wrapped his limp right hand around my pulsing erection. I used
both my hands to form his fingers and thumb into a tight fist. It was so
hot to finally feel my dick being held in someone else's grip. I found it
only took one of my hands to hold his fist in place around my cock, so I
returned to stroking Kevin with my free hand. I wasn't close enough now to
hear his breathing, so I watched the rise and fall of his marble-like chest
and abs for any changes in rhythm.

I'd been watching Kevin's breathing for only a few minutes, when he
abruptly stopped. At the same time, I thought I felt his erection stiffen.
Not that his cock wasn't already rigid enough to stand on its own, but it
seemed to turn to steel. I stopped stroking his cock and held my breath,
watching for signs of consciousness. When he resumed a slow rhythmic
breathing I relaxed, and slouched alongside him, leaning on one elbow, with
my bare legs and feet stretched toward his head.

I returned to stroking his eight-inches. It was hard as a rock, now
releasing clear pre-cum like a running faucet. My pumping hand was well
lubricated by Kevin's copious supply of semen. But he still seemed to be
sleeping. My lust wouldn't wait for Kevin to show signs of life. With my
other hand I began to piston Kevin's limp fist up and down the length of my
own pulsing rod.

In spite of the adrenaline-testosterone mixture burning in my blood, it
wasn't long before my arm and shoulder muscles started aching from the hand
job I'd been giving my cousin. I decided to rest it, while I continued
guiding his own hand on my stiff pole. Then several things happened very
quickly. No sooner did I take my hand off Kevin's cock, than I was sure I
saw his breathing motion become slightly irregular for a few seconds. But
I forgot about watching his breathing when Kevin's hand began moving on my
cock without any help from me. Waves of intense pleasure were
reverberating through my young mind and body.

Kev still hadn't spoken or opened his eyes, but now I knew for certain he
was awake... and from the way he was handling my prick, he seemed to be
signaling that he liked what I'd been doing to him. Now with both hands
free, I delicately arched my bare chest over Kevin's nude hips and groin,
bringing my face within a few inches of his dripping bone. Without
touching it, I forcefully exhaled my warm breath along the length of his
erection. Then I extended my wet tongue and did a popsicle number up and
down Kevin's quivering male muscle, noisily slurping the helmet-shaped head
with my open mouth.

Finally Kevin reacted. I felt, more than saw, his head snap up and his
eyes lock on the back of my head.

"Jimmy, what're you doing?"

I answered him by wordlessly sliding my stretched lips further down his
straining root. As I bobbed on my juicy prize I began to notice the
smells, tastes, and slippery contours of the aroused cock I was caressing
with my tongue, . Being a beginner, I could only make it about half-way
down his twitching shaft before I felt the spongy helmet press against the
entrance to my throat. At the time I didn't really want to try to choke it
down all the way to his balls. Instead, I got into power-sucking what I'd
already managed to lock my greedy lips on.

Then Kevin delivered another surprise. He let go his hand from my cock,
and replaced it with his wet mouth. I was euphoric, finally Kevin and I
were sixty-nining! I was almost paralyzed, like a monkey hit with a poison
dart. Of course I was still conscious, but riding a wave of overwhelming
teenage lust and emotion. My lungs heaving, I stopped blowing Kevin and
rested my hands on either side of his head, gently holding his ears. He
responded by increasing the pace, bringing my tender balls to a quick boil.
Feeling the orgasm rising up from my nut sack, I ruthlessly forced Kevin's
head all the way down on my sperm hose, then cut loose load after gushing
load. I could hear Kevin alternately choking and swallowing, but the
higher my orgasmic peak, the less I cared whether my hot cocksucking cousin
could breathe, or not. It didn't seem to bother him either, because he
didn't loosen his lips from around my limp pecker until every steaming drop
of cum was consumed.

As I lingered in the after-glow, I felt a profound attraction to Kevin that
went beyond any brotherly or puppy love up to that point. I had to tell
him how much I wanted him, but I couldn't find the words to say it.