Sharing a Bed with my Cousin

My earliest masturbatory recollection (as well as my first contribution here, so please be gentle with me ;-)

I must confess that, up until now, I've been just lurking around Solotouch.com and selfishly enjoying all of the generous, dick-stiffening contributions from the rest of you. Since I eagerly jumped at the bargain price of admission to this new website though, I suppose it's time for me to finally offer up a little something of my own. The beginning always seems like a good place to start, so here's a personal experience which is probably my earliest recollection of ever being aware that my penis was anything other than simply a pee spout. I have sincere doubts that anyone else will find it as arousing to read about, as it is for me to relive, but here goes anyway.

This particular incident took place one Easter weekend when all of my mother's family members were spending the night at my grandparent's house. The adults decided on the sleeping arrangements for all of us kids, and it turned out that my 16 year old cousin Scott and I wound up sharing the fold-out sofa in our grandparents' living room. Now although Scott is less than a handful of years older than myself, I thought of him as being very grown up at the time. It didn't even seem in the least unusual to me that he and I had never been particularly friendly toward each other, but I was suddenly feeling more than a just little bit awkward about sharing a bed with an older boy whom I didn't have much in common with at all.

After everyone else had finally gone to bed and the house was quiet, Scott and I began to talk to each other quietly. I can't for the life of me remember what we talked about, but I do recall trying my best not to say anything stupid and immature as we lay there under the covers chatting in the dark. The words from that long-ago conversation which I will never forget are when he said to me, "Hey, look at this..."

With that, he pulled the covers down, pulled his pj bottoms down and then matter-of-factly pulled his hard cock out of his unders, where it laid on his stomach.  I was speechless with surprise, but also strangely excited and I reached over to slide my fingers along the long, hard, cylindrical bulge which began between his legs and ran straight upward to just below the elastic waistband of his cotton briefs.

"Does your dick ever get hard like this?" he asked, so quietly that I could barely make out what he was saying.

"Yeah, all the time," I nervously whispered back.

Indeed just about every morning, I experienced what my colorfully outspoken grandfather used to refer to as a "piss hard-on".

"Do you jack off?" my cousin asked me, now guiding my hand back and forth along the length of his erection.

My lack of an immediate response to his question was not because I was ashamed to admit that I'd played with my penis before, but I was simply amazed to be having this conversation with my until now, nearly unknown cousin. I finally said, "Of course man, it feels really good."

I was thrilled when he reached over and slid his hand down inside the front of my pajama bottoms, wrapped a finger and thumb around my penis and began gently stroking and pulling on it until it stiffened to its full glory in his hand. Even hard, mine was probably just over two-thirds the size of his own, and I was a little self-conscious about the comparison. What he was doing to me felt sooo good though... I wasn't about to stop him.

"Now let's do ourselves," he whispered.

He released my dick and pushed the covers down around our knees. I watched wordlessly as he proceeded to slide his jockey shorts down over his hips, wrap his hand around his stiff boner, and then begin purposefully working his fist up and down the length of it. All I could do was to lay there and stare, unbelieving this was happening, but I can clearly remember being quite impressed by his openness.

"C'mon Bobby. Do it with me," he instructed me, rather impatiently.

I worked my pajama bottoms down, and began mirroring the way he was milking his cock. I was terribly nervous about the very real possibility of one of our relatives getting up and catching us both laying there with our pants down, but I was equally excited by this naughty new game which my cousin had just instigated. I was definitely not about to say or do anything that might put a stop to it. In the dim light shining through the living room window, I could see him gazing intently at my dick and balls as his hand began to pump faster. For my own part, I did my best to match him stroke for stroke, and soon we were both masturbating in near-unison.

After just a very few seconds of this, I heard him moan softly, and then watched wide-eyed as he arched his back and began frigging himself furiously. All of a sudden, three or four jets of milky white liquid spurted in succession from the tip of his cock and splattered wetly across his stomach and chest. His body seemed to relax as he once again made a ring of his forefinger and thumb and used it to slowly squeeze one final drop of fluid out of the small slit at the tip of his swollen knob.

He didn't need to encourage me to keep stroking myself as he used his underpants to mop up the glistening traces of his sperm, and then stuffed them underneath the sofa until he could slip them back into his bag in the morning. He laid there and just watched me jack off for several more minutes, asking occasionally, "Are you close?"  And at that very moment, I erupted, using Scott's underwear to clean up my own spoogy mess as well.

Even though Scott and I never repeated our little game together (nor even mentioned it again for that matter) I did manage to eventually introduce a few of my own friends to the joys of mutual masturbation. Several of us went on to enjoy quite a few mutual, and even group jackoff sessions together, but those later experiences are beyond what I wanted to relate in this particular story.

I know that my little reminiscence isn't nearly as hot and horny as the majority of the stuff you can easily find posted on-line, but it was pretty darned exciting to me at the time. I still often find myself thinking about it when I masturbate, even to this day. If nothing else, it's great fun for me to finally share a little something of my own with the rest of you here.

Hope you enjoyed it, and thanks for listening.

Ponn