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Subject: Under Their Noses - Chapter 1 - My Cousin Jamie This story is an original work of fiction based on a true story. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Please make sure to support Nifty so we can keep these stories and others like it coming. I started puberty early in my life. I was the boy that the other boys wanted to check out in the locker room. I grew hair faster than everyone. It was on my legs, arms, my pits, my chest, around my dick. My dick wasn't wildly large, but I could get to about 6.5 inches when I was hard at age 14. I always hung a little thick and the boys wanted to know when theirs would grow in. Boys looked at me as a goal for their pituitary dreams. Girls started talking about me from a young age. I never considered myself gay or straight, but I was always willing to entertain any offers from anyone. I grew up very open minded. I always knew what was "normal" to others, but I didn't think I had to have multiple girlfriends by age 15, a high school sweetheart that I graduate with, a wife and kids by 20. My dad always pushed the most toxic masculinity on me and had no problem telling me things like "Nut Up!" when I hurt myself or had emotions. I saw this man shed a single tear when his father passed and that was when they were playing the song that he and his dad listened to when they went fishing on the weekends. My mother left early in my life. I hated my dad. My defiance of everything he said, shaped me into what I am today. I understand that there were other kinds of people out there and I wanted to get to know them. I was tired of WASPs and their Christian faith that dictates everything in their lives. This feeling was what got me sent to my aunt's house in Lower Michigan. I got propositioned on the bus on the way home by a kid that everyone suspected was gay and I accepted the offer. `I had to ride the bus because a car led to freedom, freedom led to boredom, boredom was the devil's workshop.' He followed me home to my house. My dad wasn't home for another couple of hours. We went into my house and straight to my bedroom. When I closed the door, I had Mitch get naked and I did the same. I laid on the bed with my legs spread and presented Mitch with an untrimmed bush and thick 7 inches for his pleasure. "Mitch, I don't want any of this going around. What we do naked is between us, right?" I wanted to make sure that Mitch knew that our sexual experiences are between us. It wasn't because I would be embarrassed, it was because I considered sexuality fluid and it was none of anyone else's business. People were cruel and might not have understood what my explorations were about. Most people at the church were not understanding of anything other than a man and a woman. Everyone goes through their own experiences and unless they want to tell people about them, it shouldn't be printable news for all to know about. "I know." replied a naked Mitch, kneeling beside my bed and taking my dick into his hand to give it a shake. As Mitch sucked me into his lips like a vacuum cleaner, I got a weird feeling in my gut. Not like, the gotta poop feeling. More like the `some freaky shit is going on' feeling. I was brought back from this feeling when Mitch took me into his throat. I realized that I was in a sloppy mouth and didn't really care about these weird feelings. I decided to continue to enjoy the blowjob after a stressful day at school. Life is hard for a 16-year-old, you know. Hormones running the gambit on you. Boredom woodies in class. Feeling the need to always sleep. That wild feeling out of nowhere where you need to hit or fuck something. I was letting Mitch continue to suck the toxins from the day out of my dick when suddenly the bedroom door flew open. Mitch stopped mid suck and we both looked at the door. There stood my dad turning red in the face. The vein in his forehead was throbbing like the vein that ran across my cock, which was still hard in Mitch's mouth. Mitch pulled his mouth off with a sloppy slurping sound, grabbed his clothes and ran out the door. How embarrassing to have that sound happen in front of a parent. I am not gonna lie, I have no idea at what point he stopped to put his clothes back on while running through the house. He could have been hiding in one of the bathrooms. I have no idea what happened to him. My dad looked me up and down and slammed my door as he walked out. I was concerned that he found us in that position, but I was more irritated that he interrupted me from getting a nut. One thing was for sure, testosterone hit me fucking hard. I had to get off in the morning and before bed. I forgot to beat it that morning so I would have let anyone suck me off. All I need was some relief and now my dad was going to read me riot act and half of the fucking bible, all while I am struggling with full balls. It took a few hours for dust to settle, all the while I was wondering what kind of punishment I would be getting from my dad this time. He would probably yell at me and then there would be a second crucifixion. I am sure Pastor Mike şişli travesti will approve. Hell, he will probably recommend it. Finally, dad came back to my room and knocked before he entered. "Come in." I said, awaiting my fate. "Hey bud. I wanted to apologize for barging in on you earlier, but I had no idea this was going on." My dad was calm. It was eerie. "Wait, going on?" I said shaking my head with confusion. Nothing has been "going on". "Well, I assume you and your boyfriend have been doing this for a while." Dad made an assumption that truly made him look like an ass. "Boyfriend? Dad, he is not my boyfriend. I don't have a boyfriend. I don't have a girlfriend." I tried explaining to him. "It's ok son. I understand." He said with mild condescension in his voice, while tapping me on my leg. When he realized he was tapping me leg, he quickly removed his hand. I wasn't sure if it was because he was afraid, he would arouse me. Or if he thought it would make him gay. Or if he imagined the dick attached to those legs and he remembered seeing them bare naked, hairy and spread wide open. "Dad, I don't think you do understand. Mitch is not my boyfriend." I started to sound like a defensive teenager, how ironic. "Son, I am just saying. You don't have to be embarrassed about this." Dad continued forcing Mitch and I into a relationship. "Dad, Mitch is a closeted gay kid from school. On the way home he offered me a beej on the bus and I told him to just come over afterschool and we could do it here. I guess I should have let him do it on the bus." I tried again to explain the situation. Realizing I made a mistake. "It doesn't matter. Here's the thing, sometimes we get off the path and we need help getting back on the path. Pastor Mike says, I should separate you from this kid for a while. So, I need you to prepare to pack some bags and I am going to drive you to your aunt's house. She said she would let you stay there while you work these... `feelings' out of your system." Dad was trying to be very nice while he was destroying my world. "I am going to work it out with the school for you to finish classes from home if possible." Dad further explained. My aunt Cindy was not terrible, and I enjoyed being at her house quite a bit. I didn't feel like I should be getting removed from my house for trying to get a nut. "Dad, this is fucking wild. You're sending me away for this?" I asked, clearly pissed off about the situation. "It is not permanent. Only until school ends and then we can figure out summer plans." Dad was already making plans in his head; he just didn't want to upset me any further. My dad was a stone headed, white, Christian, straight man. I could have killed him, and he would have found a way to move me out of this house and to my aunts anyway. I started thinking about packing me bag when my dad left my bedroom and closed the door. I was thinking about what to take with me and how much I could take. I'll be damned if my dick was swelling up and I still needed to get my nut off. I unzipped my pants and decided packing could wait for a few minutes. The next day, I walked out of my house with my bags packed and I was on my way to Michigan. I popped my Airpods in and ignored my dad for most of the 4-hour drive. When I arrived at my aunt's house, she greeted me at the door and showed me in to my room. I was sharing a room with my cousin, Jamie. Jamie was 10 and it was probably gonna be hard to share a room with him, but Aunt Cindy's house wasn't huge. I was an only child and maybe this would be fun to have a little brother for a while. I could tell Jamie was excited to have a roommate and was also trying to act cool at the same time. Probably to not scare me on the first day. Jamie showed me my new bed, a twin, and where I could put my suitcases. I was 5'10" and I was nervous my feet would hang off the end of the bed. He also showed me what toys I needed to not play with. He had some Legos that meant a lot to him. I smiled and assured him I would not play with his toys, unless he asked me to. I was tired from hating my dad for 4 hours on the road, so I told my aunt and Jamie that I was laying down for a while. I usually slept naked, but I figured this would not be the proper protocol here. I figured I needed to be a little more modest around Aunt Cindy and Jamie. I took off everything but my boxers. They had cucumbers on them. You know how men's underwear needs to remind men what's in the boxers. Bananas, pickles, baseball bats, eggplants, etc. If it can be a euphemism for a penis, it goes on the boxers. I laid on top of the covers on the bed and found a comfortable space flat on my stomach. I drifted to sleep pretty quickly and slept for almost three hours. When I woke up, I realized two things. The first was that my dick thought it was morning and was rock solid and I was propped up in the middle, so I decided to roll over. The second thing I realized was Jamie was standing there, watching me sleep. When I made eye contact with him, he smiled wide at me. "How was your nap?" Jamie asked me very excited to know. "It was ok." I replied. "I think it was better than "ok"." Jamie disputed while staring at my waist area. It was then that I realized my little dude was hard beylikdüzü travesti still and starting to peek out of my boxers. I quickly covered myself up with a pillow. "Sorry. That happens to guys when they sleep." I replied to him. "I know. It doesn't happen to me yet, but it happens to Rodrigo a lot when he is over. That is mom's boyfriend. He will be here later tonight" Jamie was happy to fill me in. "Yeah. Sometimes dudes can't control it." I said agreeing with him. The room went silent for a few long seconds. "So, why did you come to stay with us?" Jamie asked, breaking the silence looking for an answer that was more than he bargained for. "Well. That is complicated and I don't think that I should be talking too much about it." I answered, deflecting the question. "Was it because you put your thingy in a boy's mouth?" Jamie rephrased the question and nearly killed me. It was like a bullet to the chest. My anxiety shot through the roof and my dick started deflate, relieving the pressure on my boxers. "What? Who told you that?" I asked him, nearly breathless. "Well, nobody told me. I heard mom and Rodrigo talking about everything last night." Jamie was not shy to let you know. "Well, you're not supposed to eavesdrop on adults. But that is what happened. My dad caught us, and then sent me to live here." I answered Jamie. I felt like since he already knew what was going on, he might as well get the answer he asked for. "That sucks." Jamie responded, not realizing the pun he made. I chuckled a little, moved the pillow after my dick went down and pulled myself up. I put my legs over the edge of the bed. I was looking for my clothes, when I realized my shirt and socks were missing. "Have you seen my shirt and socks?" I asked Jamie. He shook his head and walked across the room in my direction. As I kept looking under the bed, he kept coming closer to me. When he got to be in front of me, he put his little hands on my hairy thighs right under where the leg of my boxer shorts ended. He used my legs as leverage when he started kneeling in front of me. All my attention turned to this boy who was trying to seduce me, and I was trying to figure out how to get out of this situation. "Can you put your thingy in my mouth?" Jamie asked me with these begging eyes. How would a 10-year-old know how to beg? How would they know how to ask for a "thingy" in their mouth? I had so many questions. While I was still trying to find the words to say no, I discovered my brain wasn't working likely because all of the blood was moving south. While I was gonna say no, my dick decided to say YES! My dick was Judas. Judas, the stab-you-in-the-back dick! As my head went bloodless, my thigh felt Judas creeping down it, causing that pressure in my boxers to return, Jamie had helped himself to the opening of my boxers and started to massage my balls. I felt like a drooling neanderthal, but he was touching me in a way that felt alluring. I wanted him to rub my balls all the time. He kept looking up at me as he felt around in my boxers. "You're really hairy." Jamie announced loudly. I looked at him with a stern look on my face as if to say, "quiet down". I put my finger to my lips in a 'shhh' motion. Jamie nodded and I was being pulled in hook, line, and sinker. I stood up and Jamie pulled his hand away from the opening of my boxers, but he kept his place between my feet. I pulled my boxers down and when they hit my feet, I sat back down on the edge of the bed. As I was sitting there, Jamie moved closure to me. He put his arms up on my thighs and grabbed me by the family jewels. One hand grabbed my 7-inch, throbbing, Judas of a dick. The other hand continued to massage my balls. He squeezed the fuzzy sack gently and rolled them around in his hand like a set of Yin Yang Health Balls. "You are hairy!" Jamie whispered from between my legs. I nodded my head and smiled at him. His hand barely fit around my dick, but he still moved it up and down. He looked into my eyes as he lowered his head and took me between his lips. I felt the warmth that his mouth and tongue offered to me. He licked the underside of the dick while he ventured down to the hairy base of my member. His eye contact was unbroken while I watched him swallow my dick. He moved his head back and forth spreading his spit on the vein that was keeping time with my quickening heartbeat. I felt my dick hit a roadblock in his throat and he gagged a little bit, pulling back. I was continuing to watch him as he went back in for another attempt. He looked driven and determined to make me feel good and to get this dick in his throat. I hit that roadblock again in his throat and he gagged a little again. This time, he pulled off me breathing hard, his chubby little cheeks blushed, and a string of saliva connecting my pulsating dick and his mouth. He took his hand off my balls, which felt wet from the spit trickling down the sides of my meat. He put both hands on my dick and started stroking with two hands while he spit on the head. Did he just spit on the head? "You've done this before, haven't you?" I asked him, in a whisper also. As Jamie responded by moving both hands and his mouth up and down while twisting his hands, he nodded his head. I felt istanbul travesti the tongue swirling around the tip as I entered his mouth again readying myself for superior suction. This kid was an expert and who ever showed him how to do this was a fucking blessing. That would be a story for another time. I was riddled with feelings bouncing around me like a pinball machine. This felt so good, and I couldn't think about anything else. I spread my legs further for the most access to my cock. I grabbed one of Jamie's hand on the bottom of my dick and moved it to my balls again. A very important lesson that I learned at this very moment, NEVER FORGET THE BALLS! He rolled them around while the slobber leaked down into my bushy black pubes. The white dick against the tanned legs, against the black pubes, made me horny. I hope Jamie was horny. He seemed like he was at home in this situation. This is what he lived for. I leaned back on the bed and closed my eyes as I felt my nuts prep themselves for an explosion. I mean this nut was going be felt in Mitch's throat 4 hours away. This was going to be the kind of orgasm that could fill a stomach. I put my arms behind my head and let the good feelings keep flowing. I felt the rhythm speed up. I opened my mouth, and I curled my toes on my big ass size 11s. Suddenly, a felt a pop and felt the velvety smooth, hot as fuck throat on the flared, but pointed head of my dude-hood. This fucking kid was sucking out my soul. Any soul I had left to sucked out. The self-inflicted throat assault continued, and I felt the main event coming on. I put my hand on the back of Jamie's head and pulled his head down so that my dick could aim for the stomach. All cum goes directly into the gut that way. As I did this, I suddenly felt another hand on Jamie's head. I was so confused, I opened and my eyes through the ecstasy and sat up only to make eye contact with a fully clothed Rodrigo. I looked down and realized I still had Jamie locked into my crotch with a mouth full of Judas throbbing and leaking on his tongue. Rodrigo also had a hold of Jamie's head, by the hair, and he was holding him down on me too. I felt Jamie's tongue sneak out underneath the dick and lick the same balls he was massaging. Rodrigo took his hand and moved mine. I was still stunned. What the fuck was happening? He pulled Jamie by the hair and with both hands on either side of his head, he used this boy's head as a masturbator on my dick. I bought a Fleshlight behind my dad's back and I can say that Jamie's mouth and throat is much better. Jamie was making gagging noises and Rodrigo was staring at him with sexual deviance in his eyes. Jamie looked up at me and looked perfectly content with what was happening. I groaned once. I took a breath and then moaned a second time, and as Jamie's head slid down the dick one last time, I started to cum in this kids' gullet. I felt like my body was getting twisted like a wet sponge to get every drop pulled out of me. I closed my legs hard and held his head between my thighs. Dick in the throat and pumps of teenage angst impregnating his throat. This was exactly what I needed yesterday. My breathing started regulating as the orgasm subsided and the grip on his head with my thighs loosened. Jamie's mouth continued to milk at the dick in his mouth, even as it softened. I felt the tongue moving around it and light sucks from the lips. Finally, I gave up the ghost and let my legs open all the way. My whole body relaxed and Jamie stayed between my legs rubbing my thighs while I finished coming down. Jamie let my soft meat slip out of his mouth and was licking his lips to get all of the flavor from his mouth and face. Jamie stood up and laid on the bed next to my naked body. He stuck his face in my open arm pit and took a huge sniff. I never realized the smells a teenage boy can produce, but Jamie did, and he liked them. It was at the point I realized there was still a third person in the room. I sat up as Rodrigo opened the conversation. "Did he taste good?" Rodrigo asked Jamie. Jamie smiled wide and nodded yes. I was still catching my breath but managed to smile at the affirmation. I was proud that I tasted good. "Don't worry. Jamie doesn't mind his mouth being used and he loves cum. Did it feel good?" Rodrigo turned his attention to question me. "It felt so good." I replied. I was still weirded out by this but obviously Rodrigo wasn't here to catch me or judge me. "Good. You looked like you needed it. Cindy is going to be back very soon. I'll go clean Jamie up." He warned. I looked down and realized that he had slobbered so much that it was running down the front of his shirt and shorts. "You clean yourself up and tonight, we can talk more. I am sure you have questions." Rodrigo smiled and tapped Jamie as if to let him know that it was time to roll. Jamie took one more big sniff and pulled himself down the bed to get up. He grabbed my soft dick and pointed it towards his mouth. He licked around and sucked the head up one last time retrieving a pearl of teenage boy cum from the source. Rodrigo giggled at me with a shrug as if to say "he's a dick slut, what do you do?" and they left together. I recovered my breath and the questions started to fill my head. Please check out my other story: My Taste For It - Adult Youth (Two Chapters) Please email me with any comments to the story or stories of your own that you went through. I love the feedback and to hear what others went through. My email is hoo. C.B. Stuff