Kiss it where it hurts!

I was disappointed when my cousin, Johnny called to say
he wasn’t going to be able to make it to my graduation.
Johnny had always been more like a big brother than a cousin.
I had so been looking forward to seeing him again.

I looked up to Johnny. He never took shit from anyone.
When we were younger, he had been my guardian angel. I never
had to worry about bullies. I was Johnny’s cousin.

I never quite understood why Johnny left. He seemed to
have the world at his feet. I was fourteen when out the
blue, following his eighteenth birthday, he up and told
everyone to kiss his ass, and he moved to California. It had
been like losing my best friend.

A couple of days after talking with Johnny, a letter
arrived. He had told me he was sending a graduation gift,
but wouldn’t say what it was. My parents nearly had a stroke
when I opened the envelope and found a round trip ticket to
Los Angeles.

Even though we had kept in close contact, I hadn’t seen
Johnny in nearly four years. I knew from his letters, and
talking with him on the phone he had changed. He was still
the same adventuresome, straight forward guy I had loved and
admired as a kid, but there was something different about
him. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

The airport terminal was very crowded as I eagerly
scanned the multitude of people for Johnny. I nearly didn’t
recognize him. His hair was cropped much shorter than I’d
ever seen it. A series of small, silver hoops glistened
along the rim of each ear. He was dressed entirely in black.
Black jeans. Black T-shirt, and black biker boots. On each
wrist he wore a wide leather strap adorned with shiny chrome
studs. He was still the most attractive guy I’d ever seen.

“Goddamn, squirt, you haven’t changed a bit,” said
Johnny grabbing me in a bear hug. He had always called me
squirt.

After we’d hugged, I stepped back and looked him up and
down. His jeans fit him like a glove, crowding his generous
manhood into a conspicuous bulge. I have to admit, his
appearance came as quite a shock. I didn’t know what to say,
so I didn’t say anything. I just kept wondering how the
family would react to his new look.

When we arrived at Johnny’s apartment his choice of
decor floored me. Leather and chrome says it all. Erotic
works of art hung throughout the apartment, all depicting the
splendor of man on man passion. It was fucking bizarre!
If it had been anyone other than Johnny, I would have turned
around and caught the next available flight home.

“I’m a little cramped for space,” Johnny explained.
“But I’ve got a king sized bed. I hope you don’t mind
sharing?”

That was cool with me.

After unpacking I spent the rest of the day bringing
Johnny up to date on all the news from home. At times I
detected a bit of an attitude, as if he could have cared less.

By midnight we were both pretty well talked out. My
eyelids were getting heavy.

“Hey look, Squirt. said Johnny. “I’ve gotta work
tomorrow. What do you say we get to bed?”

He got no argument from me. It had been a long day.
I was ready for a good night’s sleep.

Johnny turned down the bed covers while I stripped down
to my jockey shorts. The sizable bulge in the pouch of my
underwear seemed to captivate my cousin’s curiosity.

“The last time I saw you naked you didn’t even have any
cock hair. Now look at you,” said Johnny. “Damn, what a
difference a few years can make.”

His eyes were all over me. He seemed quite taken with
what he saw. I wondered if he needed glasses. Was he seeing
the same skinny body I saw when I looked into the mirror? I
had certainly never seen anything remotely impressive about
the sight of my slight physique.

Johnny started taking off his cloths. I just stood
there in my underwear watching. When we were younger I had
always looked forward to any opportunity which would allow me
to see my cousin naked. He had always been built well, but I
had been particularly impressed with the size of his hairy
cock. I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind as I
climbed into bed.

“Wait,” said Johnny. “Take them off.”

“What?”

“Take off your underwear.”

I giggled nervously. “What for?”

“I want to see you dick.”

“Come on man, that’s silly.”

“Just take them off. I want to see how you turned out.”

I got out of bed and face him. “This is stupid.”

“Humor me,” said Johnny impatiently. He tried to
laugh and make light of his tense tone, but there existed an
underlying urgency that he could not mask with phony
innocence.

Reluctantly, I peeled off my shorts and stood before him
completely naked. My face felt hot as blood rushed into my
cheeks causing them to glow with embarrassment. Johnny’s
eyes filled with manly lust as they fell upon my huge, limp
slab of sensuous cockmeat.

“I knew you would be beautiful,” said Johnny, coming
around the bed toward me. “But you’re far more than that.
You’re incredible.”

His finely tuned body seemed to ripple as his hands
reached down and opened the front of his jeans. Slowly,
seductively, he wiggled out of his tight denim, revealing the
jock he wore underneath.