CAJUN COUSIN (Second Part)

Cajun Cousin continued from Part 1

My cuz slipped out of the bed and noisily felt around in his suitcase. I heard two rips as he tore off sheets of
towel.

“Now. Now we all set. You ready?”

Our hands collided under the covers as we both reached for the other guy’s stiffie.

“Oh Lord, Oh Lord!” he whispered. “Ya doin’ me so good. Oh! Makin’ me gonna chunk a lotta goo right
outa my thang.”

“I’m getting there too.”

“Ya thang’s so stiff. Hey. Whyn’t we ever do this before?”

“I guess we weren’t ready yet. How long you been jacking?”

“Ya right. I just started bangin’ mah pecker last Spring. We wasn’t ready yet. Ya gonna cum?”

“Almost. Almost. You?”

“Pert near. I got tha feelin’.”

We were both on the brink of ejaculation, feeling each other’s hands jerking back and forth while we
held our paper towels in readiness. All of a sudden I knew my cum was about to shoot.

“It’s cumming,” I whispered, lifting the covers a little higher. “Cumming! Cum- - -” A bunch of
streams shot out. They thumped hard into the towel, making my whole body shake. It was the mother of
all ejaculations, the great-granddaddy of all climaxes. I could hardly get my breath.

I was so spent from my cumshot that I thought I was going to pass out. I’ve never had another one
like it. I remember the cum surging up through the sensitive inner duct of my excited peter, sort of
itching its way to freedom. My dick felt three feet long. The warm wetness of the sperm penetrated a
double-fold of paper towel and saturated the palm of my hand. I was frantically folding and rolling
the saturated towel, trying to contain my juice and dry my hand. I’ve remembered it through the
years, a once-in-a-lifetime sexual explosion.

“Ya did it!! I felt ya make a squirt! Now me. Just a tad more. Now, now, now!”

I resumed work on my cousin’s erection. The whole bed bounced when he climaxed.

“Oh Lord! Oh Lord! Ya made me have a good one! Do you got a best friend at home?”

“Oh, one pretty good bud.”

“Ya guys do this sometimes? I mean together? Both of ya?”

“No. I never- - - We don’t - - -“

“Ya be my best friend, huh? Think of me when ya do it? Ever time? We got two more nights here. Then
we gotta wait a year till next reunion. Will ya think of me when ya gotta shoot it?? I’ll think of
you.”

“Sure. I’ll think of you.”

And it was true. I kept my promise, at first remembering him when I pumped my private loads. Then
during the next school term I made friends with two guys that liked to jack. And I continued to keep
my promise. Each time I shot a load with one of my buddies I always remembered my Louisiana cousin
with the swole-up dick, the roll of towels in his suitcase, and the unforgettable cumshot he treated
me to.

The End

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