Cousin Jim and Me

In my first story, I told about the first time I saw and touched a penis. It was my grandpa’s. This story is about the time I saw my second penis, my cousin Jim’s. I will call him CJ in the story.

I had a crush on my cousin, Jim, since I was 13 and he was 15. We lived in different towns about 400 miles apart and our families would visit each other three or four times a year. We would get together and CJ and I would play board games mostly with no sexual involvement. I wanted to but he didn’t. I guess it was because I was younger and hadn’t started developing until into my 14th year. He put up with me and was nice to play games with me. But I wanted him to talk to me, to say sweet things to and about me and to hug and hold me. I would dream about dating him, being alone with him, kissing him, and touching each other.

Anyway, the year I turned older, he and his family came to visit us on my dad’s ranch. We were in the jeep driving around the pastures when, as we were going from one pasture to another, there was a cow near the cattle guard and a bull mounting her. We stopped and watched intently as the bull stuck his long penis into the cow’s cunt and started pounding her. It was so fantastic to watch. I looked over at CJ and he was entranced too. The bull seemed to fuck the cow forever, but I guess it was only a minute or two in reality.

Watching it made me tingle between my legs and I turned and looked at CJ’s lap and saw a bulge in his jeans. I so wanted to reach over and touch him there and feel his penis and see it; I didn’t know what to do. What if he yelled at me and never spoke to me again. I couldn’t stand that, so I just looked and wished.

After the bull dismounted, CJ turned to me and said, “That was amazing, wasn’t it.”

I said, “Yes, I have seen that several times before and I always enjoy watching. I like to see him put his big penis in her cunt.” I was hoping this would lead to more sex talk and then some actual touching and playing with each other, but it didn’t. See, CJ was a shy boy and I guess still afraid of girls or at least not interested in young little me.

Because of that day’s event, that night I, after I went to bed, I really played with myself. Last year I had learned that I could get sexual pleasure by rubbing my pussy and touching my clit. With the picture of the bull fucking the cow in my mind, I played with myself till I made myself cum.