Nostalgia

Author's note - This story contains sexual contact between a teenage boy and his younger cousin. If you're likely to be offended, please don't read.


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The man laid on his bed, in a near-dark room, just a muted glow from the streetlights outside through the drawn curtains on this autumn Sunday evening mitigating the gloom. In his head, visions of another, far-off, rainy Sunday, so many years before.

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One kiss, then another, and another. Soft and melting, gentle and so erotic, the light touch translating straight into shivers and shudders, and arousal like never before. Although he was little more than a boy himself, his partner seemed so much younger, but so experienced, too, how could he be otherwise, how could he just know, it couldn't simply be instinct that made his touch so excruciatingly blissful. But that was too much, too much thinking, what did he care how Ben knew how to make him feel so delicious, just with the bare contact of lips against lips, all he should do was to savour the feelings. They inhaled each other, Ben's breath tasting faintly of orange juice, how could he know what Ben thought he tasted of, hopefully nothing unpleasant, but that was too much thinking, too, Ben wouldn't be so close if he didn't want to be, there was no coercion going on here, even with their five year age gap, his young cousin had instigated their contact, he'd come to the bedroom, and, without much preamble, had wrapped himself around the young man, saying almost nothing beyond a perfunctory 'Let's do it!', how did he know I wanted him, I always tried to keep it a secret, I love him to bits, but I never want to hurt him, how could he know? Questions rushing through his head, bunching up and knocking each other down like dominoes, all that was left was the thought of 'too much, too much, just let it happen'. And it kept on happening, Ben's hand slid between them and squeezed the engorged flesh he found there.

"Wow, you've got a big one! I wanna see it, now!"

And he made good his wish, unbuckling the belt, unfastening the button, undoing the zip, uncovering his prize. Stroking, teasing, feeling. The owner of the member gasping, desperately trying not to lose control, not to do anything to frighten his young darling, but almost as desperate to dissolve into ecstasy.

"Ben, Ben, sweetie, slow down, I'll cum if you don't!"

A quizzical look crossed the boy's face. He paused his explorations, as though considering his next move.

"Cum? You mean like make sperms?"

"Yeah." A breathy whisper, no more.

"Cool! I really wanna see that!" The slim fingers began sliding again, and the young man was almost immediately on the verge of orgasm, just keeping the inevitable at bay long enough to lift his shirt towards his collarbone, Ben taking his cue and pointing the throbbing tube of masculinity at its owner's stomach just in time, as the first spasm of joy spat almost painfully through the teen's body, making him groan and depositing a thick glob of semen just below his breast bone. Undeterred by the first fruits of his labours, Ben continued his ministrations, eliciting two more strong spurts from his cousin's body, and a handful of further twitches and oozings, dribbling over his own hand, until the older boy had to intervene.

"Too much, darling, too much, it's too sensitive now." The younger boy pouted. "Hey, hey, you haven't done anything wrong, sweetie, it's just the way it is. It's just so nice, you can't bear it anymore. Oh, Ben, that was the best feeling I've ever, ever had. I love you so much. I've loved you for years and years, I've just been too afraid to say it until now."

The boy looked stunned, wide-eyed, as though this was the last thing he expected.

"R....really? You really love me? And I really made you feel good?"

"Yes, and yes! And guess what?"

"What?"

"It's your turn now. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."

"I can't....I can't....cum....I've tried, lots, but it won't happen. It feels nice, sometimes, but then I just feel like I'm going to pee. I'm not grown up enough to do it."

"How about you just lie back and relax, and whatever happens, happens. If you pee, so what? We'll just clean you up. Talking of which, give me your hand, and I'll clean me off of you."

"How?"

"Ssshhh. Hand?"

The boy tentatively held out his hand, and the young man gently, lovingly, used his tongue to wipe away the dribbles of ejaculate from the silky skin. Ben giggled, then looked slightly shocked.

"Where did that go?"

"I swallowed it."

Ben's eyes resembled a startled bush baby.

"Swallowed it? You can't do that! Can you?"

"I just did! You watched me. It's not too bad, but not everyone likes it. It's definitely got a unique taste."

Ben gingerly dabbed his index finger into one of the gooey streaks on the teen's stomach, sniffed at the sticky stuff he'd collected, then, as sensuously as the older boy could have imagined, swiped his tongue across his fingertip. Ben's nose wrinkled for a moment, but then he smiled slightly.

"Yeah, not bad - doesn't taste of that much, really, A bit salty."

The older boy grabbed a towel from the radiator next to his bed, and cleaned himself off.

"Like I said, sweetie, it's your turn now. Lie down here." He guided his young cousin onto his back on the single bed, and knelt on the floor beside him. There was a small, but obvious bulge in the front of the tracksuit bottoms Ben was wearing. The teen reached out and gently ran his hand over the area, feeling the rigid inches of boyhood under his palm. Ben trembled a little, and the older boy took his hand away.

"Are you OK, Ben? You don't have to anything you don't want to, you know that, don't you?"

The youngster drew in a shuddering breath before answering, seemingly nervously.

"I....I do want to....but...." His voice tailed off.

"What, sweetie?"

"Well....mine's only tiny, compared to yours....you might....laugh."

The teen scooped the younger boy into his arms, kissed him and hugged him tightly.

"Ben, darling, I'd never laugh at you like that, I love you, really love you. You've got a lot of growing up to do yet, I've done most of mine. I was just the same as you, a few years ago. It's totally up to you, though, if you want to stop now, just say so."

The boy shook his head, decisively. "I don't want you to stop. I love you too." He laid back on the bed, and lifted his hips slightly, inviting the older boy to undress him. Within seconds, Ben's small but very stiff penis was in full view.

"Ben, that's beautiful. Perfect, like the rest of you." The boy giggled, "Can I touch it, please?"

Ben nodded, then shuddered as his cousin's fingers began gently stroking his swollen flesh, The pleasure of another touching his most intimate place for the first time soon took hold, and his eyes closed and mouth opened involuntarily, leaving him looking completely enraptured. The soft, but insistent caresses continued to build the feelings within Ben's young body, taking him quickly to the point he'd reached through his own experimentation, and panicky thoughts flitted through his head, causing his eyes to snap open.

"Oh....oh, something's happening....I'm gonna....pee. Oh!"

"You won't pee, darling, let it happen."

The young boy whimpered aloud as things he had never felt before began to take him over. A lovely, itchy, tickly sensation seemed to rush from somewhere deep inside his body, before concentrating itself in the two inches of almost painfully aroused flesh between his cousin's fingers, then all control was gone, as Ben's first ever orgasm made his penis jump and buck, trying hard to expel something his body wasn't yet ready to make. Little soft squeals came unbidden from his lips as the spasms continued, seven or eight strong, delightful pulses, then a few weaker twitches, then one last powerful throb as his cousin gently squeezed the hard flesh.

"Ooohhh.....oh wow! What was that?"

"You just had a cum, sweetie, but a dry cum, 'cos you're not quite old enough to make sperm yet. You will soon, though, in a year or two, probably. Did you like it?"

Ben sighed, deeply. "It was....fantastic! When can we do it again?"

The teen chuckled. "I was like that, too, when I first started cumming, wanting another one straight away. I still am, really! We'll do it again, soon, I promise, but I don't want to make you sore - that's no fun at all. Oh Ben, I just love you so much, you're the best." There were tears in the older boy's eyes, almost on the point of being shed.

"You're the best, too! Can I....ask you something?"

"Course you can, anything you like."

"Can....can you be my...." Ben swallowed nervously. "My....boyfriend?"

Ben looked up at his cousin's face, and saw the tears streaming down the young man's cheeks.

"Oh, Ben....of course I can, darling, there's nothing that would make me happier, if that's what you want."

"I love you, Johnny. I want to be with you forever."

No more words were necessary, the two boys, teen and pre-teen, just melted together in an embrace of mutual love.

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The man's reverie was broken by the sound of the front door being unlocked, and then heard footsteps on the stairs, and outside the bedroom door. The door was opened, quietly, and a head popped into view.

"What are you doing here, lying in the dark?" There was laughter close behind the words.

"Oh, just reminiscing. About another Sunday, long ago and far away."

"That Sunday, I bet!"

"Of course, what else?! I tell you what, though."

"What?"

"I still love you just as much as I did that day, Ben."

"You old softie! You know what though - I love you just as much, too!"

"You said 'forever' that day. Forever's a long time, sweetie, but not long enough, as far as I'm concerned."

And just like that far off day, all had been said. Ben and Johnny simply wrapped each other up in love, again.

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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B