CAJUN COUSIN (Part I )

I have a memory of possibly the best masturbation I ever experienced. Maybe you do too.

Every year we would go to a family reunion at a tiny little town on the Mississippi coast. A lot of
the houses had sleeping porches because the houses were built long before air-conditioning.

On the year that this took place I shared a double bed on the sleeping porch with a cousin that I
liked, a Louisiana boy, a Cajun. We saw each other only at the reunions and hung out together the
whole time.

We were settling down in the bed when he whispered something odd: "I got a problem. Down below." Of
course I had a suspicion what he was talking about. But I didn’t want to assume anything nasty, so I
whispered back “What is it?”

"Mah dick done swole up real bad," he confided as if he was complaining...... "Real bad!”

I didn't know exactly what to do with that information, but for the sake of friendship I answered that mine also gets that way sometimes.

"Is it like that right now?" he wanted to know. I told him it was getting to be that way. The conversation
was making it grow and I was secretly wiggling it with my finger while it got stiffer.

"Ya' think we orta check each other out?"

I told him he could check me if he wanted to. This was a first for me, a sexual act involving
someone else. I'd been jacking off for several months, always as a solo job. This would be totally
new, but it seemed like the obvious thing to do.

His fingers touched my briefs and felt around. A crazy tingle went through my balls. I thought, this
is a cool thing to happen.

He gave my weenie a squeeze and felt me up real good.

"Mah lands! He said. Yours done swole up too," he told me. "Now check mine."

Within seconds we were simultaneously feeling of each other's junk, tickling, squeezing and doing a
little jiggling. "Ya makin' me harder," he told me. Lemme help ya real good?"

He slid his hand inside my underwear and began feeling me and arousing me. The second his fingers
crept under my elastic I became stiffer than I'd ever been. My entire pelvis tingled as he lightly
felt around, bringing my body to a higher intensity of horniness than I’d ever reached by myself.

“Ya gettin’ harder, ain’t ya?”

“Yeah. It feels like my thing’s gonna blow up.”

“Mah thang too! We gonna make our thangs blow their top, all right.” He laughed. “We gon’ both make
our thangs blow up from wigglin’‘em. Right?”

“Yeah. Look, have you got any kleenex?”

“Better’n that. Got paper towels. Whole roll in mah suitcase. You wait a minute, hear? Don’t go
churnin’ your thang till I get back.”

Anonymous

(To be continued)