Date: Mon, 7 Sep 2009 13:30:39 -0700 (PDT) From: Damian Subject: Massaging My Cousin Billy - Part 1 The following story is mostly fictional, although based on some actual characters and settings. The episode when Billy and I were 12 and 8 years old actually happened. The rest is my fantasy about how I wished our relationship would have progressed from then through our early adulthood. The story may evolve a bit slowly for some, but it will build to some satisfying adult "activity" before it concludes in Part 4. If you're a minor, you don't belong here, but you know that already. Please don't reproduce this story without my permission -- it's my creation and I own the rights to it. Now sit back and enjoy it. Then let me know what you think at nvtahoeus@yahoo.com. Damian. I think his thighs were my favorite part of his body -- they were magnificent. But nearly all his parts were perfect, so it was hard to pick just one. He was lying face down on my massage table -- totally naked, of course -- so there wasn't much that I couldn't see. He had strong arms, broad shoulders, a hairless back that tapered to a narrow waist, a perfectly rounded milky white ass -- and of course those strong tanned thighs that were perfectly proportioned to the rest of his body. He obviously spent a lot of time in the sun -- in very short shorts -- to achieve that look. This was my 23-year-old cousin Billy who was sprawled out so openly and voluntarily naked in front of me. It certainly hadn't always been that way between us. For the first few years he was very guarded about his body, seldom giving me so much as a glimpse of what was under his clothes. When I was 8 and he was 12, I spent a week with him and my uncle and aunt. Billy and I slept in the same bed, but when we were undressing for bed he would wriggle out of his clothes and into his pajamas while completely under the bed sheet -- just to taunt me. He had to share his bed with me, but he wasn't about to show me any more skin than he absolutely had to. After all, he was four years older than I was -- and in his eyes I was totally undeserving of seeing him anything like naked, for God's sake! I wanted to, but it seemed futile. We spent the first few days of that week in his home in Kokomo, Indiana, 50 miles from my home. I didn't have an older brother, so I looked up to Billy as the nearest thing I had to a role model. He had two much older sisters who were already out of the house, so he was essentially an only child and unused to having to share even his space, much less his nudity, with anyone -- especially his "runt" little cousin. But things changed in my favor very unexpectedly when we took a trip to a resort at Lake Shafer near Monticello, a few miles northwest of Kokomo, for the rest of that week. We were crowded into a small cabin with nowhere -- for Billy and me at least -- to have anything like privacy. One afternoon Billy's mother told us that we were going to be taking a shower together. I was stunned at this development! Billy must have been aghast, but it was beneath his self-assumed dignity to throw a fit about it in front of me. The shower was in a closet-like room just off the kitchen, and the only place there was to undress was out in the open in the kitchen. "Don't look, Aunt Lou," I said to her, petrified that she might see my little weenie and butt. Thankfully, she kept her back to us. Billy was already in the shower by the time I got undressed and opened the curtain to go in. The last thing he wanted to do was stand naked in front of me, but he couldn't get out of it this time. His way of dealing with it was to try to look as cock-sure of himself as he possibly could. So when I first glimpsed him under the water, he was standing there facing me with his feet apart and his hands on his hips, wearing nothing but a smile. It was like he was saying, "Okay, runt, what do you think of my cool body?" It was the only way he could save face. I didn't care if he stood there like that, or even on his head. There was my big role-model cousin inches away from me completely naked, and I got to have my first look at what he'd been trying to hide from me all week. Score one for my side! That was probably the first time I had seen another boy naked, except for my 4-year-old brother, and that hardly counted. That snapshot I "took" in my head of Billy's naked body got stored in my permanent memory for me to pull out and enjoy again and again, whenever I felt like it -- and there wasn't a thing he could do about it! I still recall that sight clearly today, many years later. We didn't see each other often, but my next recollection of Billy and me together was at my house a couple of years later, when we were probably 10 and 14. I took him to a little forested area a few blocks from my house, where we could explore on our own. There had been a lot of rain that week, and a large area that was normally dry had standing water in it. We had fashioned a little bridge over it with a small log, but we misjudged its strength and it broke in the middle just as we were both walking across it. Suddenly we were both submerged in the murky water we'd been trying to cross. It wasn't deep, but it was muddy enough that we emerged from it not only soaking wet but filthy. There wasn't anything to do but walk back to my house like that, where we were greeted by our appalled parents sitting in lawn chairs in the back yard. "What happened to you guys?" my dad asked, trying not to laugh. "We fell in some dirty water" was my too-obvious reply. "Well, you'd better get cleaned up," he said. My mom was not about to let us in her clean house in that condition, so she suggested that our fathers hose us down in the back yard while she and my aunt went inside to start dinner. My dad wielded the hose while my uncle, Billy's dad, stood by and watched. The hose water was cold, but it did get most of the mud off our clothes and shoes. When dad shut off the hose, he looked us over and decided that we still couldn't go inside with those soaking clothes. So he told us to go behind the garage and take them off. It was kind of difficult removing those completely wet clothes, and Billy had to help me with mine. It would have been embarrassing if I'd been the only one stripping, but Billy was, too. When we had them totally off and in two piles on the ground, we looked at each other like "What now?" I don't think I had ever been naked outdoors before. Billy had by then reached puberty, and his body looked a lot different to me than it had two years earlier. His penis was bigger, and he had hair growing around it. Seeing him this way again was like scoring another home run -- I was enthralled. "What are you staring at?" he smirked, knowing full well that I was fascinated by his maturing equipment. As he had in that shower two years earlier, he stood defiantly in front of me with his hands on his hips and his feet apart. My 10-year-old body paled in comparison with his teenage one, but I wasn't ashamed. In fact, I couldn't get enough of him just standing there so naked in broad daylight. The outdoor breeze felt good on my exposed little body, and pretty soon I was starting to sprout a hard-on. I didn't really know enough back then to know that it was a normal reaction, but I had noticed that Billy's dick was starting to point straight out. I wanted to look just like him. About that time, our fathers re-appeared with that damn hose and told us we had to get sprayed down again before we could go back in the house. They probably knew that I was enjoying this unplanned naked display of my older cousin's body, so Dad just handed me the nozzled hose, turned it on, and gave me the opportunity to wash Billy's body down with it. The water was so cold that Billy screamed and danced around wildly while I trained the hose on him. His dick and balls were bouncing around in front of our dads and me, and we all three were enjoying his reaction, which by now included his bare dick standing straight up! By now mine was, too, and I hadn't even gotten hosed down yet. When Billy was cleaned off, he grabbed the hose from me. Unused to being naked in front of any of us, he was trying to shield his erection from us with one hand while he sprayed me down with the other. It was so funny that I hardly even noticed how cold the water was at first. When I finally did, I screamed as loudly as Billy had. By now all this screaming had attracted the attention of my 6-year-old brother Dennis and his neighbor friend Randy, who was seven. Their eyes got as big as saucers when they saw what was happening. Finally Dad turned off the water, and Billy and I stood there dripping wet. Billy's dad had brought out a couple of towels, and the two fathers proceeded to start drying their respective sons from head to toe, while Dennis and Randy looked on with their mouths hanging open in surprise and astonishment. When the drying was complete, our dads wrapped our towels around us, and the show was over. We were told to head straight for the shower indoors. Once again I got a full display of Billy's sexy teenage body while we washed our hair and bodies together with soap and -- finally! -- some warm water. Our erections never subsided one bit. Dinner was ready about that time, so we dried off and put some clean clothes on and sat down with the family to eat. Billy hardly looked up from his plate the whole meal, and I could tell he was still embarrassed about having been naked for so long in front of our dads, me, my brother, and Randy. He never expected the afternoon to turn out like it did, but I sure was happy about it! I didn't see Billy again for a couple more years, but his parents dropped him off for a weekend visit when he was 16 and I was 12. I couldn't believe how much more he had changed in that time. He had filled out from the scrawny kid he'd been at 14 and looked much more grown up to me. I couldn't stop looking at him. He was a little aloof -- especially at first -- since he thought his folks should have left him home alone while they went away for the weekend. We still had that four-year gap in age, which seems like a lot when you're that young. We watched TV together and played some board games, but after a while we wanted to get out of the house. We walked back down to that same forested area. I had an ulterior motive, but I didn't let on to Billy. When we got back home, about three hours later, we met up with my dad in the back yard, where we were going to toss a football around for a while. "Where have you guys been?" Dad asked. "Oh, down in the woods walking around." "Well, you know what that means, Darren," he said, and I knew full well that a tick inspection would be the next thing on the agenda. Billy remained clueless, but I knew that we were both going to get checked out very thoroughly. Dad did this to me whenever I wandered down to the woods because he had seen a tick on my head one time when I'd been down there and gave me a full naked inspection to be sure there weren't more of them. It was embarrassing to have to undergo an inspection like that, especially since I usually got a boner when he did it, but he had found several ticks on various parts of my body during these inspections. In time, I grew more comfortable with them and -- if the truth be known -- actually started looked forward to them. I found that standing naked and hard in front of my dad was kind of exciting. I always wondered what he thought, but he didn't let on. "You guys go on up to your room, Darren, and I'll be there in a couple of minutes," Dad said. "What's he going to do?" Billy said, still clueless. "He's going to look for ticks," I told him. "Come on, let's go inside." When we got up to my room, I closed the door and started taking off my clothes. Billy stared wide-eyed. "You mean you have to be naked?" he said. "Well, how else is he going to know if I have ticks or not?" Billy smiled at this. It still hadn't sunk in with him that we were both going to get it. He seemed to be enjoying watching me take all my clothes off. When I was done, he looked me over real good. Like him, I had grown up a lot in the past two years and had even started sprouting a few hairs around my penis, which Billy noticed. For the first time I was actually kind of proud to show myself to him. About that time, Dad walked in and saw me standing there naked in front of Billy. He had me stand over by the window so he could see what he was doing and proceeded to inspect every inch of my body, head to toe. Billy watched the whole thing with a little smirk on his face. Dad went through my hair, lifted my arms up, had me spread my feet while he examined my crotch completely, and even had me bend over so he could look into my butt crack. Not a spot on my body was missed. By the time he was done, I had a solid upright boner that was throbbing with my every heartbeat. I was embarrassed, but I was also excited because I knew Billy was going to get it next. What happened next is the stuff that jack-off fantasies are made of. Dad told me I was clean, and he turned to Billy. He told me I should stay naked so that Billy would be more at ease with what was about to happen. I think he was savvy enough to realize I wanted to stay and watch the show. "Okay, Billy, it's your turn," Dad said. "Off with your clothes." Billy turned completely pale at this unexpected turn of events, and his mouth dropped open. "What are you waiting for?" Dad said, somewhat impatiently. "I, uh...I mean...you don't really think..." Billy grappled for the words to get out of the situation, but Dad didn't back down. "Come on, Billy, I haven't got all day," Dad said. "We can't take any chances with these ticks. If you have any they need to be removed before they have a chance to burrow in." "I, uh, can check myself in the mirror, Uncle Steve," Billy said, still not believing what my dad was asking him to do. Dad wasn't about to back down. "No, that won't work, Billy. You don't know what you're looking for, and there are certain parts of your body that you can't see close up without some help." Billy's shoulders slumped as he realized that he was losing the battle to keep his clothes on. We had already left our shoes by the door, so he pulled his socks off, unbuttoned and removed his shirt, and then took off the shorts that he'd been wearing all day. When he was down to his underwear, he asked if he could keep them on. Clearly exasperated at Billy's modesty, my dad just said "Whatever, but you're just delaying the inevitable. They'll have to come off sooner or later so I can check you down there." "Well, I'll take them off if I have to, but why does Darren have to stay here -- he's already been checked," Billy said. "Darren has seen you naked before, Billy, so what's the big deal? Besides, look at him. If he can do it, so can you. And there's another reason I want Darren to stay. He needs to learn how to do a tick inspection properly, so I'm going to have him inspect you while I supervise." "No way," Billy protested. "He's just a kid!" "I'll bet you didn't think you were a kid at 12, Billy, and neither does Darren. Remember that he has a little brother, and they need to learn to do a tick inspection on each other if I'm not around when it needs to be done. I'm sure they don't want their mother doing it." My stomach did a little flip when I realized that my 8-year-old brother Dennis might be inspecting me naked someday soon. But I was excited that I was going to get to do it to Billy. Billy angrily yanked his underwear down and off and stood there defiantly. "There -- are you happy now? I'm naked." "The issue isn't whether I'm happy or not," Dad calmly reminded him. "It's whether you have any ticks on your body. If you do, they could cause serious disease." Pulling my still-naked body to a spot between him and Billy, Dad told Billy to sit down on a chair so that I could look for ticks in his hair. For once he did as he was told without resisting, and I started rummaging through his dark hair looking for the evil little varmints. Billy didn't have long hair, but what he did have was thick, so I took my time and looked through every square inch of his hair and scalp. Having never touched Billy in this manner, I felt a certain power over him as my fingers did their assignment. I thought for a moment that I could feel some goose bumps rise on his scalp. "Hmm," Billy muttered under his breath. Was he enjoying this? Just when I was about to declare his hair a tick-free zone, I thought I saw something move. "Yikes!! There's one now, Dad," I shrieked. Dad took a close look and agreed with me. He pulled the offending insect out of Billy's scalp with some tweezers and showed it to him. Billy's eyes got big as he took in the sight of what had just been crawling through his hair without him even being aware of it. Dad crushed and disposed of it and told me to get back to work. The rest was going to be easier, I thought, not to mention more fun. At Dad's direction, I looked in and around Billy's ears, and then examined the back of his neck before looking down over his back. I told him to stand up and raise his arms over his head. He looked so completely exposed to us with his arms in the air, and I took my time examining his hairy armpits and his chest and abdomen. His skin had definitely turned redder, and I knew it was from the embarrassment of having to undergo this naked inspection I was giving him. "Give his legs a look-see now, Darren," Dad said. "Make him turn around so you can see all sides. Billy complied. He didn't have much hair on his legs, so that part was pretty easy. He lifted his legs so I could examine his feet and toes. They were tick-free. "I think the best way to check the rest of him is for you guys to get up on the bed," Dad suggested. I could tell Billy was still fuming, but he really had no choice in the matter. "Get on all fours, Billy," Dad told him. "Darren, you get behind him and look inside his crack to see if there are any in there." "Ohhh!" Billy muttered under his breath at the humiliation he was being forced to endure. His much younger cousin was now taking a close look at the most private part of his body. I was a little stunned at this myself, because I don't think I had ever looked between anyone's buns before. There was little hair in there, so his hole was plain as day and fully on display. Dad took a good look, too, to be sure I didn't miss anything. Now it was time for the main event. Dad told Billy to lie on his back and spread his legs, which he slowly did with the greatest of reluctance. I knelt between his legs, and Dad and I both noticed that Billy's dick was standing straight up from his body! "I'm sorry, guys -- I just couldn't help it," Billy said while holding one arm over his eyes. He couldn't bear the thought of seeing us looking at his erect teenage penis, but there it was in all its glory! My own cock, which had gone flaccid for a while, went back to being completely hard again at the sight that lay before me -- this was a better view of Billy's cute body than I had ever had before, and I was loving every second of it! Dad said I would have to go through Billy's crotch hair completely -- just like I had done on his head hair earlier. I tentatively reached out and started in on it, just to the right of his dick, which was now pointing toward Billy's face and throbbing with every heartbeat. I used both of my hands, like I had on his head, looking for any signs of the devilish little critters. I took the opportunity to examine his crotch thoroughly on both sides of his dick, "innocently" touching it a time or two. I continued feeling his pubic hair lower and lower until I was feeling his actual balls. I stretched his scrotum in every direction so I wouldn't miss a single spot, just like Dad always did to me. When I was done looking through his pubic hair, I realized that the only part I had missed was the small area at the top, just between his dick and his body, so Dad told me to pull his dick out from his body and check the hair just above it. I had never handled Billy's dick before in my life, but the feel of his 5-inch hardness against my curious fingers would stay with me for the rest of my life, I was sure. "Examine his penis completely on all sides, Son, and around the root of it where it meets his body," Dad told me. I used both hands to do this, and Billy gasped at the feel of my fingers on his heretofore private sex organ. Billy squirmed as he tried to control his mounting feelings. I think Dad knew what might happen next, so he told me I had done a fine job and quickly exited the room, leaving my naked cousin and me in this very unusual scenario. Reluctantly, I took my hands off Billy's erection and sat back on my haunches. "I guess we're done, Billy," I said. "Maybe we should put our clothes back on now." Billy's arm was still draped over both eyes, and he made no move to get up, which surprised me. I thought he'd tell me to get lost and stay that way for the rest of the day so he could put some distance between us and get over the shock of being involuntarily naked in front of Dad and me. Instead, he surprised me by telling me to stay where I was. "I gotta get off, Darren. Take my dick back in your hands and move your fingers up and down on it for a little while longer." You could've knocked me over with a feather -- now he was asking me to do the very thing I thought he hated just moments ago. Here was my 16-year-old hunky cousin laid out naked and hard in front of me, and he was asking me to keep touching his dick. I didn't know what he meant by "getting off," but I knew he had to have been enjoying this tick check more than he had been letting on. I did as he said, feeling the warm hardness of his prick with all ten of my fingers, squeezing it gently and moving the skin up and down. I loved this new plaything! Billy groaned, ground his butt deep into the bed, and then started blasting white creamy stuff out of his dick onto his chest and tummy. I had never seen anything like this before, so it was completely shocking and fascinating to me. I felt several spasms of his erection before he finally finished shooting. Billy was breathing hard, and his skin was redder than usual. He finally took his arm away from his eyes and just kind of grinned at me sheepishly. "What did you think of that, Darren?" he finally said. "That was awesome, Billy. What is that stuff?" "The real name for it is semen," he said, "but most guys call it cum. When you get a little older, you'll be able to shoot cum out of your dick, too. There's no feeling like it in the world. Don't you ever rub your dick like you just rubbed mine?" Oh, my God, I thought. Billy was asking me if I ever played with myself! It was my most guarded secret in the world. I had to get the focus off of me, so I asked him if he ever rubbed his like that. "Sure I do, little cuz -- all the time. How else would I know about cumming? I started doing it when I was about your age." "You mean I might be old enough already to, uh, cum like you just did?" "Well, you might be, although it might not be as much as you just saw come out of me." I thought for a moment before responding. There was Billy, still naked and still cum-covered on my bed, and here I was just as naked and still hard. "Would you do that to me, Billy?" I couldn't believe I just said that out loud! "Sure, let's try it," he said, reaching for some Kleenex to clean himself up with. "Does your door have a lock on it?" I nodded and got myself in the same position on the bed that Billy had just been in. He got up and locked my door, and I watched him carefully. I really liked watching him walk around my bedroom naked. After practically throwing a fit about it in front of Dad and me earlier, he seemed now to be completely over his modesty, and it almost seemed like he was flaunting his nudity for me. He would get no complaints from me about that! I lay on my back with my feet spread far enough apart for Billy to sit between my legs. My 12-year-old penis was as hard as it had ever gotten. I can't begin to describe the sensations that I went through as Billy touched my 4-inch dick and balls all over. No one but Dad had ever touched me there before, since I started bathing myself several years ago, and I thought it was the most wonderful thing that I had ever experienced, by far! I was floating on a cloud as he moved my penis skin up and down, tickling my balls at the same time. Suddenly I thought I was going to have to pee, but Billy held me down and told me that it was my cum building and to just lie there and let it happen. All of a sudden, the feelings became very intense and I thought I was going to faint. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at my little dick pointing toward my face and then saw some fluid spurt out of it. I had never felt such pleasure! I didn't cum as much as Billy had, and it was kind of watery, but I actually had my very first orgasm right there in front of him. He was smiling broadly at me -- he had watched the contortions that my face and body had just gone through. "So what did you think of that, Darren?" Billy said, obviously knowing the answer. "Billy, that was fantastic! Thanks!" I lay back down on the bed and just started breathing hard while the pleasant feelings subsided. Billy stroked my bare thighs at the same time. He reached for some tissues to wipe up what I had spurted out on my tummy. He carefully wiped off my little dick at the same time, causing me once again to jump a little on the bed. It had all felt sooo good! I couldn't believe my body could feel that way, and I couldn't wait to do it when I was alone. That night in bed we repeated the afternoon's activities. I was able to bring Billy to another powerful orgasm. I wasn't able to come a second time so soon, but I sure enjoyed being touched and fondled like that again. "Darren, you knew when you took me to that forest today that your dad was going to make us both strip and be examined, didn't you?" I couldn't very well deny it. "Yeah, I guess. Are you sorry it happened?" "At first I was. I couldn't believe I was being forced into stripping naked in front of both of you. But then it got kind of exciting when you were looking into my butt crack and dick hair up close. That cum I shot while you touched me was kind of embarrassing, but it sure did feel good!" Billy left the next day. I really hated to see him go. His short visit had been a major turning point in my young life, and I was hoping he would return so we could do what we did again. I started jacking off every day after that, and more often than not I had my best orgasms when I pictured Billy submitting himself to that oh-so-thorough tick inspection. Unfortunately, we didn't see each other again for several years. He was busy with all his high school activities and then went off to college when I was still just 14. I wrote to him a few times but never got a response. Mom and Dad told me not to take it personally -- Billy never was any good at staying in touch with family members. But he would walk back into my life quite unexpectedly when I was 19 and in college myself. And I would not believe the hunk he had become in the seven years since that naked tick inspection we had experienced together. (Watch for Part 2 for some background on how Billy eventually winds up on Darren's massage table. If you like this story so far, please let me hear from you. Please give me your first name and location. If you haven't already read my previous series, "Close Shave for Justin," you can find it in Nifty's College and Incest categories. Damian at nvtahoeus@yahoo.com)