While I have taken some creative liberties, this story is mostly based upon actual events. Please enjoy and let me know what you think.
Disclaimer:
All featured characters are over the age of 18 years.
I grew up in a small town in the midwest during the 70s and 80s. Unlike my older sister and younger brother, I was not that popular or athletic, so I was pretty much a loner. When I wasn't busy with schoolwork, I would spend hours in my bedroom reading novels or comic books.
Back then, the internet was nonexistent, so was I was pretty much clueless sex.
Since I had turned 18 during my senior year of high school, I was legally able to buy pornographic magazines. I surreptitiously bought a couple of Playboy magazines and kept them underneath the mattress of my bed. At night I would retrieve them and then get under the blanket with my flashlight to gaze at the naked Playmates in the dark. Needless to say, each session ended with me clenching a wad of tissue over my cock as I orgasmed to the thought of my cock plunging balls deep within the pussies of those nubile coeds.
I had a cousin who who was also 18 and lived in California. He was very shy and a bit socially awkward, so my aunt thought it would be a good idea for him to spend that summer with my family before going off to college that fall.
My cousin slept in the guest bedroom in the basement, but would often hang out with me in my bedroom reading or listening to music. One morning shortly after he had arrived, he came into my bedroom while I was in the shower. I had forgotten to hide my Playboys from the previous night, so when I came back into the room after my shower, he was flipping through one of the magazines. He admitted that he had his own stash, which he had inherited from an older cousin of ours. While I read a comic book, he flipped through the magazines. After about an hour, he left my room and disappeared into the bathroom. He remained there for about 10 minutes before emerging and returning to my bedroom. He didn't say anything, but it was pretty obvious to me that he had probably beaten off.
A few days later, we rode bikes to the local library. We both went directly to the periodical section to check out the latest magazines. Later, while I was still checking out the music and car magazines, my cousin wandered off.
He returned after about an hour and asked me to follow him down to the basement where the stacks of fiction were located. He took me to the section where the Harold Robbins books were filed.
He pulled out "The Pirate" and showed me parts where he had folded down the corners of the pages which he had wanted me to read. There was a combination of straight and gay sex scenes amongst those pages. I had never read any gay sex stories before and, although I considered myself straight, I was extremely turned on by the gay sex.
While I read from "The Pirate", my cousin was reading "The Betsy". As I read those erotic stories, I became aroused and my cock became extremely rigid, straining uncomfortably against the confines of my jeans. Occasionally, I would reach down and give my cock a squeeze or rub while I continued to read. Eventually, I could feel the moistness of my pre-cum wetting my underwear.
After about 30 minutes of sitting there in the stacks, my cousin stood up. Making no effort to hide the bulge in his jeans, he headed off to the staff restroom in the far corner of the basement. I heard the click of the lock after he closed the door behind him. After about 10 minutes, he emerged with a flushed face and a sheen of perspiration on his brow. He then sat down beside me and started reading again.
Feeling emboldened by what he'd done and needing relief, I got up and went to the same restroom. Locking the door behind me, I grabbed a wad of tissue and unzipped my jeans. Noticing the obvious wet spot over the fly of my underwear, I pulled out my hard-on and gave it a tight squeeze, milking some precum from the tip. Using the precum for lube, I closed my eyes and began slowly jacking off while fantasizing about the gay anal sex scene I'd just read. I was so turned on that in no time at all I was close to climaxing. Thrusting my hips forward and standing on my toes, I clamped the tissue over my glans as I came forcefully, feeling my cock pulsate in my hand while the jets of my cum bursts through the tissue and wetted my palm.
I stood there for about a minute panting with my eyes closed, regaining my composure. Once settled down, I milked the last drop of cum from my softening cock and then washed my hands. Exiting the bathroom, I was surprised to find my cousin right outside the door. He said that he'd been standing guard in case a staff member came to use the bathroom, but also admitted that he had had his ear pressed against the door so he could hear me masturbating. I was a bit embarrassed, but was also a bit turned on.
We both rode our bikes home in awkward silence and once we got home went to our respective rooms. That night after dinner, we both sat on my bed reading comic books, but acted as if nothing had happened that afternoon and the awkwardness eventually faded.
Over the rest of the summer, we went back to library multiple times and searched the stacks for erotic fiction to read and share with one another. My cousin and I would take turns using the staff bathroom and guarding the door for the other. Since he had listened in on me that first time, I did the same and found it to be a real turn on hearing him moaning as he stroked himself, then groaning as he came.
Although I really wanted to borrow some of these books from the library to read at home, I was too embarrassed to do so. Plus, one of the librarians knew my mother and I didn't want to run the risk of her telling my mom what I was reading. As we were leaving the library one Friday afternoon just a few days before he was to return to California, I confessed this desire to my cousin. As we road away on our bikes, he said, "I've got an idea. Follow me."
We rode our bikes to the local drug store and once there, my cousin said, "No one in this town knows who I am, so just wait outside". After a few minutes, he exited the store with a bag in his hands. He mounted his bike and motioned me to follow him home.
Once we arrived, we parked the bikes in the garage and headed down to his bedroom in the basement. Finally, he revealed to me what he'd purchased. I was stunned. He had bought an issue of "Penthouse Letters." "Come down here after everyone's gone to bed tonight," he said.
The rest of the day seemed to drag and after dinner I waited in my room until it was about 11:00. I quietly opened my bedroom door and could see in the dim light that there were no other lights coming from the other bedrooms. Tiptoeing silently, I made my way to the stairs and went down into the basement.
While it was dark in the basement, I could see the faint light of the nightstand's lamp glowing from under the closed bedroom door. I quickly made my way over to the bedroom and let myself in.
My cousin was sitting up in bed reading a comic book, which he put down on the nightstand once he saw me enter. He then opened up the nightstand drawer and took out the prized possession.
I got under the covers and we both began reading a story about a boy fucking his mother's best friend. I quickly became erect, tenting the comforter with my hard-on. Gazing out of the corner of my eye, I could see that my cousin was also aroused. After a few minutes, he stunned me by sliding his hand under the comforter to masturbate under the covers while he continued to read. I stopped reading to watch him stroke himself. If he noticed, he didn't give any indication that he minded. I'd never seen anyone masturbate before and I was incredibly aroused by the sight. I decided to do the same and began slowly pumping my engorged cock.
About 10 minutes later, my cousin put the magazine aside and laid back. His breathing became ragged and he began to moan and stroke faster. I watched in fascination as his pace increased. He began thrusting his hips upwards to meet his descending hand and his moaning became more loud. Suddenly, reached over to the nightstand to grab a wad of tissue, then shoved it under the covers. He groaned loudly as he arched his back and thrust upward, cumming into the tissue. As he was coming off of his climax, I started rubbing my cock and rapidly reached the point of no return. Grabbing some tissue, I shoved it under the comforter and covered my glans. As I lifted my ass off of the mattress, I felt my cock spasm as I sent jets of cum into the tissue. After I had finished cumming, I lowered my ass back onto the mattress and opened my eyes.
Looking over at my cousin, I noticed that he was looking at me. "I've never jerked off in front of another person before", he said.
"Me, neither," I replied.
"That doesn't make us gay, does it?"
"I don't thinks so," I said, but wasn't sure.
We didn't say anything more for a while and just lay there in silence. Despite how erotic the experience had been, I was mildly embarrassed at having jerked off in front of another guy, and I'm sure that he was, too.
After a few minutes, I got out of bed and said, "Okay, I'm gonna head back up and go to bed," I said. My cousin just nodded his head and I turned to leave.
When I got back to my room, I was so wound up from what had happened that it took me at least an hour to fall asleep because I kept replaying what had gone on. Finally, I fell into a deep slumber.
When I awoke the next day, I had morning wood. I slipped my hand into my underwear and gave my hard-on a firm squeeze. Thinking about the events of last night, I wondered if I was gay or bisexual. While I loved girls, I had also really enjoyed reading gay or bisexual sex stories and had been massively turned on jerking off with my cousin the previous night. Although I gave myself a few tugs, I resisted the temptation to masturbate to completion. l laid in bed until my hard-on receded, then I headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
The rest of the day was uneventful, but that night after dinner, my cousin discretely asked, "So, are you coming down later tonight?"
"Of course," I replied, then headed up to my room to read a comic book until everyone had gone to bed.
Later, after I was confident that everyone else was asleep, I headed back down to the basement. As I let myself into the bedroom, I could see my cousin sitting up in bed already reading the Penthouse Letters. While he was still under the comforter, It was obvious that he was nude under the covers and was quite aroused since his hard-on was tenting the comforter below his waist. Just that image alone was enough to send blood surging into my cock.
With my back to him, I quickly stripped out of my clothes, got under the covers, and then leaned over to see which story he was reading. It was a hot scene of one guy sucking another. As I read, my hard-on was throbbing and feeling almost painfully hard. I could feel precum leaking from my cock and pooling on my belly. I knew that I'd have to cum soon or else I'd have a bad case of blue balls. I began stroking my cock and noticed that my cousin had begun doing the same.
Suddenly, my cousin said, "It's getting too warm under these covers." He stripped the comforter off of both of us, exposing our naked bodies. It was the first time I'd ever seen another hard-on. I was just average in size and girth, but my cousin was at least 7-8 inches long while erect and quite thick with prominent veins. Even more surprising was that he was uncircumcised and his glans was hidden by his foreskin. Needless to say, I was quite envious.
Closing his eyes, my cousin slowly began pumping his swollen cock, with every downstroke exposing his moist glans and every upstroke milking precum from his pee hole which would drip down onto his belly. Mesmerized, I stopped pleasuring myself and just watched him masturbate. After a few more minutes, he began moaning and his stroking became rapid, his hand just a blur. Suddenly he gasped and with one loud groan, he came all over his belly and chest.
This was too much for me to take and I resumed pleasuring myself. I was so worked up that when I climaxed my initial cumshot flew over my right shoulder and onto my pillow, with the last jets shooting onto my chest and belly.
