This is a first time experience.
Barnaby and Andy
My name is Barnaby and I'm just 16. This story is about me and my cousin Andy who is nearly 18. During the summer Andy came on holiday with us to France and then to my home in Surrey for a couple of weeks while his parents, my uncle and aunt, were in Germany on business. In France we went everywhere with my parents, sightseeing and visiting historic places - deadly boring for most of the time. Andy is a really good swimmer and sometimes, when we were near the coast, we got to play around on the beach and in the sea. He looks really fantastic, with muscular chest, tapered waist and powerful arms and legs. Slightly taller than me, he has fair hair and blue eyes. His smooth skin is quite brown from regular holidays abroad, and his swimming trunks show him off perfectly, both front and back. He is always lively, with a smile showing his perfect white teeth. I was not surprised when he told me that he had been made captain of football for his school, and is the best high jumper they've had in over 10 years. I'd never really thought about my own sexual interests, but found myself getting a hardon as we fooled around together. I was used to seeing dorm experiences back at school, where wanking and sucking happen almost every night, either in the bathroom or in someone's bed, but now I began to have really strong feelings of my own. I was beginning to actually want physical contact with him. When I was 13 and first arrived at my school, one of the senior boys took a special interest in me, calling me 'Angel', and invited me to stay with him in Scotland one Easter. I wasn't interested in him and refused.
In France, at each pension or hotel, we two had to share a room with my younger brother, and nothing really happened between us. Sometimes we touched hands or rubbed against each other whilst sitting in the car, where I got great excitement from him pressing his leg against mine. At all times I was aware of Andy's desire for me, but it was always controlled and I really didn't know then how to respond to him.
I will now describe my first real sexual experience with Andy - the first of many which were so thrilling and yet uncomplicated. It happened on our first night back in England. I had my own bedroom away from everyone else in our large old house. Andy was to share it with me and stay with us until he was due to go back to school. I particularly remember my mother announcing this at lunch, as Andy then put his hand on my leg under the table, squeezing me and almost making me cry out in surprise. That first afternoon back home there was an almost electric feel in the air between us. My brother went off to see friends, and my parents were very busy and left us to get on with our own thing, so I suggested we go for a walk and Andy agreed. We went into the town 'for a couple of CDs' and seemed to walk and talk for hours, but neither of us actually mentioned sex! By the way, I'm 5'9" with dark brown hair and grey eyes, fairly slim but well built and athletic, with well developed chest and stomach muscles. I do regular excercise besides playing rugby and some athletics, and I swim too and was in the junior squash team at school. I'm not at all hairy except for a dark silky bush above my cock and a narrow path of hairs leading down over my navel.
In the loft I still have a train layout and various games that don't now fit in my own room, which has been taken over by my hi-fi and computer. I suggested we go up to explore. Andy and I set up the ladder and we started to climb. We were both still wearing shorts as it was quite hot. I was first up but found the loft door stuck. Andy climbed up and, holding on to the ladder with one hand, tried pushing up against the door. It still didn't budge so he put his hand round my leg to get more height by straightening up. His hand felt my bare leg just below my hardening cock and I gave a sigh. He stopped pushing the door and let his hand slip further up under the leg of my shorts till his finger tips brushed my balls. I turned slightly and steadied myself by putting my arm round his neck. We both enjoyed this moment but I ended it by noticing that in fact the door catch had caught in the wood. Next moment we were in the loft setting up the train.
Eventually we decided to turn in, and both agreed we needed a shower. The bathroom was in the main section of the house and I let Andy go first. After my shower I came back to find him sitting in the now darkening room on the end of his bed with his back to the window. I walked over to look out and stood in front of him. His face was level with my shorts and, moments later, as I stood there, I felt his hands lightly stroke the outside of my legs. He then moved up and under my teeshirt. I kept looking ahead out of the window. I felt his hands wandering over my chest and back, as if he were checking me over, and then he moved down to my cheeks. All the time that he was stroking and gently squeezing me my heart was beating faster and faster. Then he stopped for a few seconds, only to begin exploring inside my shorts. I had by now the hardest cock ever and all 7 inches was pressing up against the elastic waist band of my boxers. Neither of us said anything, but Andy guided my cock out of the front opening of my shorts and into his warm mouth. He very gently pulled back the foreskin and sucked softly on the tip of my exposed cock. I had never before experienced such sensations. As he slowly moved his lips backward and forward along its full length I could not believe what was happening to me. My legs began trembling and shaking and I felt dizzy and so excited. My heart was pounding and and I felt brilliant and then suddenly everything in me seemed to flow out of me into him. He kept me in his mouth, holding and stroking my bum cheeks, and pulling me firmly towards him, and onto him, until my trembling limbs and thumping heart became still and I reached my hand behind his head, pulling him firmly against me. Not a word was spoken by either of us.
I went to lie down on my bed. Our beds were on opposite sides of the room against the walls, so we could see each other when lying on our sides. It was now dark but the moon was shining in directly onto Andy's bed and I saw that he had lifted the edge of his duvet and pulled it back so that his own cock was revealed lying across his body. Leaning on one elbow he began to stroke himself and smiled across at me. Already I felt drawn to him, and when he slid back against the wall, seeming to make a place for me, I got up and moved across to him. He was completely naked and I could see the mysterious forest of hair above his cock, on his chest and under his arms.
I kicked off my boxers and lay next to him, my back towards him. I felt his hands on my chest and stomach, and squirmed with pleasure as he licked and kissed my neck and back. Then he completely surprised me by sliding down the bed till I felt the warm wetness of his tongue and lips between my cheeks. This experience was new to me and again I began to tremble. Wetting his finger he first massaged me and then slid it up inside. I enjoyed the sensation but was a bit afraid too. However, I didn't resist, so he continued, and took some coconut oil suntan lotion and applied that freely, making sure that plenty went inside. We were still lying on our sides but then he kissed me again on the back of my neck and whispered "Lie flat on your front". I did just that and turned my head to watch as he rubbed oil on his iron-stiff cock, which looked about the same size as mine only circumcised. He began again gently to kiss my neck and back as he moved to lie betwen my legs. He kissed and nibbled my ear as he made his adjustments. I could feel the tip of his hard cock slide along the crease between my cheeks. Then I felt the pressure and the overcoming of resistance as he ever-so-gently penetrated me. It seemed as if my body was opening up willingly to accept the full length of his cock. His skilful entry must have taken at least 10 minutes and it felt simply amazing to be slowly speared and filled in this way. All the while he gently stroked me with his lips and his right hand.
Then began the incredible slow fucking. I never realized till then what fucking really was, or how relaxing it could be. Nothing violent at all. Andy kissed and licked my neck, cheek and ear as he rhythmically but slowly slid in and out of me. As he pushed in I squeezed on him, and as he withdrew I relaxed and almost pushed him out. His body was pressing on mine only in the fuck, as he now completely supported himself on his arms. I could feel the hairs on his chest tickle my back, and now and then there was a cool breeze across my cheeks as he raised himself up slightly when sliding out.
His climax was slow to build, but his heart rate suddenly increased, and then his breathing became forced. He seemed to get control of himself again and slowed right down. Underneath him I was beginning to have a repeat sensation of what it had been like earlier with my cock deep in his mouth. Andy began to moan very gently. I moved up against him to meet his thrusts and to show how much I appreciated being fucked this way. His right hand started to caress me more vigorously and his mouth almost to bite. I could sense his heart pounding above me as he started to let go. His strokes became shorter and more deliberate. His body trembled and his breathing made hissing noises as he came into me during his final 6 or 7 really deep strokes. I came too onto the bed.
We lay together, Andy now slumped heavily on my back, our bodies moulded into one. We enjoyed this simple lying together. Andy was pulling me close against him right down the length of our bodies. Finally he got up and made his way to the bathroom, and I climbed onto my own bed for a good night's sleep.