My Cousin in the Barn

By: ricklaskey@aol.com (Rick Laskey)

In response to all the encouragement after my test story, I submit the
following. . .

I was pretty hot after feeling my cousin’s dick through his
underwear, but frustrated at not getting any closer. I figured if I had
worked out the underwear opening, at least I would have been able to touch
his cock and I decided that one good way to get into someone else’s pants
was to invite them to spend the night and play around in their crotch while
they slept.

Unfortunately, those two cousins went to live with their father at
about that time so they were kind of off my list of possibilities. The
following summer, another friend came to visit. I never thought he was
that hot, but one of the reasons he had come to visit was to go for a swim
and he had on a pair of Speedos under his jeans. There’s something about a
guy in a tight bathing suit that makes them more interesting and I decided
it would be all right if he wanted to stay over. I asked, he agreed and
when bedtime arrived-since he hadn’t planned to stay-all he had to sleep in
were the Speedos.

We turned out the lights and I lay there quietly waiting for my
second chance to put my hand between someone’s legs. It wasn’t long before
his breathing became deep and even and I was glad to see that he slept on
his back. There was no opening to deal with: all I had to do was raise the
waist and slide my hand in.

I carefully put my hand on his waist, gently raised the elastic
material about an inch and slowly slid my hand into his suit. I felt
warmth and some hair as my hand moved farther down into his crotch. His
dick was pointing down, held in place by the tight swim suit and I used two
fingers to gently ease his dick head back to where I had more room to
maneuver. It came slowly at first and then fell backward with a tiny
little plop. But what a disappointment! The reason it made a tiny little
plop was because it was a tiny little dick and besides that, the friction
of his dick head against the inside of his suit made him stir and roll
over. I didn’t even get to hold the whole thing in my hand: not that it
would have taken my whole hand to hold it. . .

Talk about mixed emotions. I was excited, and disappointed and
scared that he would wake up. In the end, scared won out and I decided to
get some sleep. And I learned that you can’t always tell the contents of a
speedo without doing a physical.

But, later that summer, my younger cousin came to spend a week and
I was ready for him. My family had moved to a place that had a barn and my
cousin and I decided we would sleep upstairs in the barn. We arranged some
bales of straw and spread some blankets on them for our bed. The only
problem was we slept in our clothes. I was ready for the underwear but
first I had to get into the pants.

We had a light in one corner so I didn’t have to work in the dark
and its a good thing: his fly was buttons. It would have been difficult
enough to work down a zipper the way my hands were shaking, but I had to
fumble around with buttons. I started at the top and carefully undid the
buttons. I could feel stuff inside but I tired not to disturb it–yet.
When the buttons were finally opened, I spread back both sides exposing a
big, white mound of underwear. There was the opening that I knew I could
get into–with or without the light, but I left the light on.

I eased my hand in–from the right as I had practiced–and got a
hold of his cock. Slowly and carefully, I pulled it back out through the
opening and let it fall back. Suddenly, it was just the two of us: me and
my cousin’s dick. I held it between my thumb and forefinger and leaned
forward. My mouth went completely dry as I spread my lips and slowly
closed them on the base of his shaft.

It was a mouthful and I was a dumb kid who didn’t know what to do
with it. I held it in my mouth for a few seconds and then took it out. It
smelled good, tasted good, but now what? I leaned forward again and put my
mouth back on his dick. It’s called a blow job right? So I puffed up my
cheeks with my lips sealed at the base and blew.
It’s called sucking, too, so I applied a little suction, then I took it
out again. I didn’t know what else to do. How I wish I had those few
minutes to live over again: the things I might have done differently. . .

I decided to put my toy away and carefully stuffed it back into his
underwear. Truth be told, his cock got a lot more action as I pushed it
back into his pants than it did in my mouth and I think he may have been
starting to get hard before I had everything back in. I didn’t even know I
could make him hard while he slept. Live and learn.