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Don't read this if you are a minor, or live in an area were this is illegal, immoral or fattening or find male/male sex offensive, or aren't in to rugby and rugby players. This is a story told to me by my mate Baz about something that happened to him when he was fifteen and is reproduced here with his permission.
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Baz comes from a very large extended family. When he was younger, the house was overflowing with three generations of family including grandparents, parents and six children, with aunts, uncles and cousins living next door, across the road and in the next street of the seemingly endless rows of red brick terraced houses.
Privacy wasn't a word that was used often in such circumstances, but one thing Baz had kept to himself for a few years was something he knew would not be accepted. From the age of about twelve, he'd known that he was far more interested in men than women. Not just the usual growing up where "girls are stupid" for a few years, but something deeper than that. By the time he was fifteen and playing rugby for his school team, he knew damn well that he wanted cock and arse not tits and arse.
Playing rugby allowed him male contact and he loved the atmosphere in the changing rooms, with all the male bodies, bullshitting and dirty talk. It fuelled his wanking fantasies for a few years, though finding the privacy to wank was difficult at home.
His rugby team was doing fairly well in the schools league, steady though not brilliant. The sixth form team were doing slightly better in their league. One day the teams heard that their next games were to be in a special league event against another school quite some distance away. There would be a number of teams playing over a weekend. This would mean that the teams would have to travel down on the Friday night, stay, play on the Saturday and Sunday and travel back Sunday evening.
As the school had no funds to pay for hotels, it was up to the team members' families to sort out something.
"I know, I'll ask your auntie Carol," said Baz's mam that evening "That's the school your cousins Jonathon and Jane go to".
Carol was her sister and had married "well" in terms of the rest of the family. She lived not far from the school they'd be playing against and Baz's mam sorted out that Baz and some of his mates could stay with her and the family.
Baz was looking forward to playing rugby but he also began to look forward to seeing his cousin Jonathon. Jane was about eight but Jonathon was seventeen and it turned out that he was playing rugby in his school's sixth form game against Baz's school. Baz hadn't seen Jonathon for a few years but remembered him to be good fun and good looking too.
The day came and the bus set off on the journey which took about three hours. Baz and his two mates Simon and Darren were met at the school by his auntie Carol. As they drove off, the other boys were being collected by other parents who had agreed to help out. Baz didn't know if any of them were related and didn't care - he was concentrating too much on keeping himself under control.
Apart from being eager to see his cousin, he was also looking forward to spending time with Simon and Darren. The three boys had been close friends for ages and although the other two had no idea about Baz's interests in men, the three often talked about sex, girls, cock size and wanking, the usual teenage boy's topics of conversation.
Auntie Carol chatted to them in the car about the games over the weekend and general stuff. Uncle Doug worked in Saudi Arabia and was away at the moment and Jane was going to spend the weekend with one of her friends so that Simon and Darren could have her room. Baz laughed and teased them about being at home in a little girl's room. But then Carol told him he'd be sharing with Jonathon, which though to Simon and Darren that seemed a better deal than their arrangements, Baz began to worry about how his dick might react. It had already began to stir as he thought about being so close to his cousin.
Jonathon was out when they arrived at the house. The boys went to their rooms to unpack. Jane began to order Simon and Darren not to touch any of her toys or to play with her dolls at all, or to use her Barbie make up. Baz was laughing at all of this, so the other two boys decided to shut him up by wrestling him to the floor and sitting on him.
"You should be keeping those sort of tactics for the games this weekend!" said a voice from the doorway. "Jane, if you're ready, mam wants you downstairs, she's ready to go."
It was Jonathon. Even though he was only two years older than the other three, he seemed to tower over them. Very well built, Baz's jaw almost dropped at how handsome his cousin had become (Baz tells me now that his first thought was Harry Hamlin in "Clash of the Titans"). Right then, Baz knew he was in for a rough weekend of coping with sharing a room with this hunk.
Baz introduced his two mates and the four of them chatted about rugby in general and how each of the teams would do over the weekend. Carol called from downstairs and said she was taking Jane to her friend's house. She'd probably stay for a while and there was food on the table for the four of them. Jonathon went downstairs and the three boys could hear Carol telling him to behave.
"I'll be back later on, don't let me find you in the same state as last time OK? I know a few of your friends are coming over, but I don't want any trouble, understand?"
The three heard Jonathon's voice but couldn't make out what he said. Then Carol's voice again.
"OK, I'll trust you, but don't let me down, especially with our Bet's son and his friends here." She called up the stairs, "Bye boys, see you later." They heard the door close and Jane's voice chattering away as Carol got her in to the car. The engine started, then the car pulled away.
They waited till Jonathon came back upstairs, then Baz asked "OK Jon, what state were you in then?"
"Were you bastards listening?" asked Jonathon, half embarrassed, half annoyed.
"Yeah we were, so come on, out with it" said Baz.
"Last time mam went out, I had a few mates over and we, uh, got pissed. Drank everything in the house actually. I was fucking hammered. When mam got back, that old cow next door had called the police because my mate Dan had thrown up in her garden pond." He was smiling by now and soon all four were laughing as Jon told them more of what had happened.
"Anyway, with you here, I'm under orders not to let you drink at all and a few mates are coming over later and we can't drink too much either. So that's that." Simon wasn't going to spend a dry weekend though as he'd been drinking for a few years already.
"Fuck the no-drinking rule, I came prepared" he said. From his sports bag he pulled a bottle of whisky and grinned. Jonathon grinned too.
"Good forward planning - I hope that's not just for the three of you?"
"Nope, we always share our bottles with each other, I'm sure we can share with you too" said Darren.
Jonathon looked at Baz. "I thought your side of the family were pretty much tee-total. Looks like I don't know you well enough!"
Baz didn't immediately comment, just looked Jonathon straight in the eye and said "Anything you want to know, just ask me later. Right now, where are the glasses?"
"Downstairs, and I'll hold you to that. I'll ask plenty later on."
After food, Simon and Darren settled in front of the TV with a large glass of whisky each, Baz took his back upstairs and started to unpack as he'd been interrupted earlier through being sat on. Jonathon had gone for a shower before his mates came over.
Baz was just finishing his drink when he heard Jonathon come in to the bedroom, his shower finished. He looked up and froze. Jonathon was walking in, drying his hair so that the towel was over his eyes, which was lucky as he might have seen Baz drooling over his wet, naked body. Baz's cock went hard so fast that it nearly burst through his trousers, so he sat down on the bed very quickly.
"That's better, I'm ready for a good night now" said Jonathon, now wrapping the towel around his waist and sitting down next to Baz. "Are you?"
There was a knock at the front door. Jonathon sprang up, "That'll be my mates, get the door for me would you?"
Baz managed to get past Jonathon without showing him his bulging trousers and on the way downstairs, he pulled his shirt out so that it covered his hard-on. Simon and Darren hadn't bothered to answer the door, so Baz did. His mates came out from the living room as Baz turned the handle. Just as he opened it, he heard Jonathon from the top of the stairs.
"Get a load of this boys!!!!" he shouted. He'd opened his towel out and was holding it out behind him. He was wiggling his hips so that his cock and balls swayed from side to side slowly, making a slapping sound on his thighs. He was in full view of the doorway. Baz was spellbound for a second until he heard a gasp from the door.
It wasn't Jonathon's mates at all. From the appearance of the woman, Baz guessed in a flash that it was "the old cow" from next door.
Baz froze, trying to keep calm. Jonathon hurriedly covered himself up. From the living room came sounds of hysterical laughing, muffled as though it was being done in to a cushion.
"I came to tell you to keep the noise down this time and to keep out of my garden. But I'll be speaking to your mother again you young lout. Your father should be here to teach you some discipline, not working away all the time. It's no wonder your turning in to a hooligan." With that she grabbed the door from a startled Baz and slammed it behind her.
"Oh fuck off," said Jonathon and flipped her the finger. He sat down on the stairs, not bothering to cover himself. From Baz's viewpoint, he could see those balls hanging under a hefty slab of cock and stared for a fraction of a second too long. Jonathon caught him staring.
"I'm going to dress, if that's OK with you?" he said. He stood up and disappeared in to his room to put some clothes on.
His mates came not long after and though they were a good crowd, Jonathon seemed to ignore Baz during the evening. Baz, Simon and Darren chatted away as they normally would and the hours passed pleasantly enough.
As Auntie Carol's car drove up, the alcohol vanished. Luckily no one had got too pissed and as the patio doors had been open all evening, the house didn't stink of lager or whisky. Carol seemed to take quite a while coming in. Jonathon's mates gathered their coats and were about to leave when one of them said "Who's that talking to your mam?"
Jonathon opened the door to let the others out. "Fuckin' hell, it's her from next door". There was a lot of jeering at this, as the tale had been told a few times that evening. Everyone agreed that Jonathon was "in deep shit with yer mam you dull bugger". With a chorus of "g'night flasher" the boys went, leaving Jonathon on the doorstep and Carol apologising to the neighbour again at the boys' disrespect.
When she came in, she ordered Baz, Simon and Darren to wait in the living room. Then she and Jonathon went in to the kitchen. There was a fierce exchange of words, though exchange implies both parties were talking, whereas it was mostly Carol hissing at Jonathon.
After a while, she came back in to the living room. "You boys had better go to bed, you've got an early start and a long day of rugby tomorrow. Barry, please stay for a minute." (Most of the older members of his family call him Barry, never Baz).
"Please do me a favour and don't mention this to our Bet. With your uncle away. I sometimes agree with Mrs Easton next door that Jon can be wild, but he's basically a good boy and I don't want the family thinking I can't cope alone. So as a favour to me, will you keep this between us?"
Baz felt very grown-up; Carol was treating him as an adult, not as a child or even a teenager. He solemnly nodded and promised to keep quiet. Carol smiled.
"Thanks Barry, I knew you'd help. Your mam told me you were a good boy. Now off you go, get plenty of rest and win tomorrow OK?".
Baz smiled and said goodnight and went upstairs. He climbed in to his sleeping bag but even though he was quite hot, he kept his tee-shirt and boxers on as he couldn't deal with being naked in Jonathon's bedroom.
A few minutes later, his cousin came in and shut the door. "On or off" Jonathon asked. Baz said off, knowing Jonathon meant the light but wishing he meant his clothes. He heard Jonathon undress in the dark and climb in to bed. Baz was lying on the floor down one side of the bed and was disappointed and relieved at the same time that Jonathon had climbed naked in to bed the other side. Baz's cock was already rock solid under cover of the sleeping bag. He knew that if he'd felt Jonathon climbing naked in to bed over him, cock and balls swinging over his head, he'd have shot his cum without even touching himself.
After a while, apart from hearing Jonathon shifting in bed now and then, the house was quiet. Baz's heart though was pounding and his cock pulsed to the rhythm. He desperately wanted to wank off but knew that the sounds and smell would be obvious to another teenage boy. He wondered whether Jonathon was thinking the same, but the thought of his cousin wanking only made his own need to wank himself even more desperate.
Eventually, he decided that he had to do something, so he slowly opened his sleeping bag, and groped around for a sock. He slid the soft cotton over his cockhead, trying not to moan at the sensation. Then he closed his eyes, grabbed his cock and began to stroke, slowly and carefully, sure that he was loud enough to be heard by everyone in the house but unable to stop.
His pace quickened and his breathing became deeper. His left hand cupped his balls through the material of his boxers as his right pumped the sock back and forth, up and down his hard shaft. He imagined seeing his cousin, naked on his bed or in the shower, arm pumping his hard cock and arse muscles tensing until he spurted cum uncontrollably. Baz's fantasy, together with his wanking action, sent him over the edge. The moment came and so did he, managing to keep fairly quiet but letting out a long, satisfied sigh. His sock felt as if he'd soaked it completely but it had been worth it; the orgasm had been one of the most intense he'd ever had.
He slowly opened his eyes, prepared to wipe himself and shove the sock to the bottom of his sleeping bag. As his eyes got used to the dark, he became aware of something different in the room. Then he realised what it was - a shape, leaning over the bed, watching him.
"There were definitely things I should have asked you tonight. I guess playing rugby and drinking whisky aren't the only things you're good at" Jonathon's soft voice whispered.
Baz was still a bit out of breath, but managed to whisper back, rather boldly "So you like the way I wank?"
"Oh yes, and I see that nice big cocks run in the family. But you must know that as well, I've seen you looking at mine more than once tonight. I'm sorry if you thought I was pissed off at you earlier, I wanted you to say something to me and when you didn't, I thought you were just staring out of curiosity and nothing else. But if you're so turned on by me being bollock-naked that you can wank next to me, then I guess you must like blokes more than the lasses."
"Is that how you feel?" asked Baz, barely whispering through nervousness.
"Not exactly, I haven't decided yet. Maybe you can help me by getting in here next to me - if I feel comfortable then I must prefer blokes too."
"You're just taking the piss coz you've seen me having a wank" said Baz but Jonathon shook his head.
"If you won't come to me . . . ." and with that he slid out of bed and lay on top of Baz. Baz was shocked at the sudden weight on top of him and the suddenness of all that was happening. Then his body registered that his cousin was naked on top of him and his cock sprang back to full mast, poking Jonathon in the ribs.
"Oh, I see you like it then" said Jonathon and grabbed Baz's cock, rubbing his thumb over the cockhead and piss-slit making Baz squirm at the sensation. Then Baz realised that there was something similar poking him in his side. Nervously he reached down and grabbed his cousin's hard-on, feeling the hardness and heat.
"I want to see it" Baz said, "Yes I've been looking and I've seen it soft, but I want to see it now, like this."
Jonathon reached up and switched the bedside light on. Baz's heart raced at the sight. Baz was quite big for a fifteen year old, but the cock that presented itself to him now was massive. His own cock leaped and throbbed, making Jonathon grin as it was still being gripped by him.
"Ever done anything other than wank yourself?" asked Jonathon.
Baz shook his head, "Never, no fucking, or even wanking with my mates."
Without a word, Jonathon lowered his head and licked the tip of Baz's cock, still gripping it with one hand. He pushed Baz back down flat on the sleeping bag and then seemed to go wild. Wanking and sucking with alternate strokes, he was sending waves of pleasure through his cousin's fifteen-year-old body. Never having been sucked before, Baz's whole body was trembling but his universe centred on his cock. It didn't take long before his churning balls were ready to shoot another load and he tried to warn Jonathon, but his cousin, sensing the change, or maybe just feeling the balls under his chin tighten, suddenly stopped dead. Then with one smooth motion, Jonathon lowered himself on to Baz's hard cock, burying his nose in to Baz's pubes and almost swallowing Baz's cockhead.
That did it for Baz, with a gasp that made him feel he'd inhaled enough oxygen for a year, his cock and balls just exploded. Even though he knew he was in his cousin's mouth, he bucked his hips and rammed his dick in as far as he could, not wanting the incredible feeling to stop. Spurt after spurt pumped in to Jonathon's throat, even more than Baz had shot just ten minutes earlier.
Between breaths, Baz managed to whisper "That was fuckin' incredible, oh fuck was that incredible. I never thought it'd be like that, oh fuck . . . ."
Jonathon laughed quietly at his cousin's mumbling, though he agreed that it was incredible. He'd loved watching Baz wanking earlier and had loved even more the feeling of hot come pump down his throat, but now he had a problem.
"Baz, I know you're knackered after cumming twice like that, but I need to get off as well. Look."
Baz looked at Jonathon's cock and saw that if anything, it was bigger than before and the end was shiny and wet with pre-cum. Without thinking, he leant forward and started to lick the pre-cum off his cousin's knob like a cat lapping at a bowl of milk; short, quick tongue-strokes. He could tell that his first attempt at cock-sucking was OK as Jonathon's whole body seemed to tense and shiver with each lick.
Baz licked up and down the shaft, spending a few seconds tonguing at Jonathon's piss-slit, then licking down the shaft again. He was surprised to find that he liked the slightly salty taste of pre-cum and sent his tongue digging in to the slit for more, which Jonathon's cock was happy to provide, as a constant stream of honey poured out.
A few minutes of this attention was all it took, Jonathon's thighs began to tense, as did his arsecheeks. Baz could tell that his cousin was about to shoot his load and so, not wanting to miss the show, he stopped licking, sat back and began wanking his cousin's cock, which was slippery with a combination of spit and pre-cum. Remembering how he'd felt when Jonathon's thumb rubbed over his cockhead, Baz did the same to his cousin.
Jonathon's breathing was coming in short panting moans and as Baz watched, he shuddered, then came. And came and came - thick gooey streams of cum shot out over Baz's hands, forearms and a few big blobs reached his chest. Jonathon shot about six huge streams, then another two or three smaller ones which ran over Baz's hands down Jonathon's shaft and over his balls.
Jonathon slumped back against the bed and smiled. "Baz, you're a real wanker!" he gasped.
Baz laughed too, "And you're a real cocksucker!" he said.
"We'd better stop and get some sleep or we'll be too tired to play rugby" said Jonathon, "but how about climbing in with me?" So that was how they spent the night, luckily waking up before anyone walked in on them. Jonathon sucked his younger cousin again first thing in the morning and Baz returned the favour, this time swallowing the lot.
The following day, Baz and his team won the game against the other school, but their sixth-from team lost to Jonathon's team. Both cousins watched each other play and Baz remembers how hot his cousin looked in his rugby kit. He also remembers how hot his cousin looked stripping off his kit later. Saturday night was pretty much a repeat of the previous night.
When it came time to leave on Sunday, Jonathon gave Baz a big bear hug and told him to visit whenever he got the chance. Which he did of course.
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I've got a lot to thank Jonathon for, even though I've never met him yet. Baz would never have come on to me during that rugby game six years ago if Jonathon hadn't showed him what could be done with another man's body.
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