Bro: You know I'd Never Disrespect Ya, Right?

I was sexually active at 13. I had a cousin who was 15. He mentioned that I was in "great shape for only 13". I had started working out at 11. There wasn't much progress until 12. Then I exploded. By 13, I had hair on pits, pubes & legs. And, I'll boast: I had the face. The girls that were maturing fast in Jr. high began to get very awkward around me. And my cousin - the high-schooler; - he was a source of information beyond my age. At first he would tease me by saying things like I was a "tampon detector". It was an accusation that my mere presence could be used to determine which girls were sexually mature. And, in a way - he was right. By the end of my 7th grade year - some girls were getting stupider by the minute when around me. And a few of my guy friends were constantly hanging out in my vicinity. And my cousin - he was one of them. And at 15 living in rural America - he had his driver's license. So, on weekends starting about Thanksgiving of my 7th grade year - he began to invite me on "extreme camp outs".

His parents owned lots of land for their farm. The weekend of thanksgiving vacation,  Jeff (my cousin) invited me to my 1st extreme camp out. We hiked way back on their property thru dense woods on deep snow. The snowshoes earned their keep. He then begin to dig blocks of snow & showed me how to get the right size & texture. Once we had dug quite a few from a 10'x10' area so that we were a meter below the snow level - he began to stack the blocks in the shape of a semi-sphere. I was astonished as the igloo went up! He made an entry tunnel & explained how keeping it lower than the rest of the structure would keep the cold air out. Once we were inside & packed the cracks in the walls with more snow - he leveled out the sleeping zone & took a heater powered by candles out of his backpack. Yeah. Candles. I scoffed. It was below freezing in the igloo & he had candles! Well, he lit them up & put them in their metal heat coffin. And within an hour it was 50 degrees F in that igloo. I ate crow.

Meanwhile, the snow outside was coming down fast & the wind had picked up. And the inside wall of the igloo had melted just enough to allow the water to wick deeper into the snow-block walls & refreeze. The igloo was rapidly becoming an ice fortified fortress. Jeff knew his sh!t. He had already blocked the entry tunnel with snow when he finished it and now he was pulling cold sandwiches out of his backpack. The pack I was carrying had 2 sleeping bags in it plus insulated ground pads. There was also a reflective, thin blanket made from mylar packed in there.

Jeff laid it down 1st and then inflated the insulating pads. Putting them on top of the "blanket" he unzipped the sleeping bags and then zipped them together so that they formed 1 big bag. He laid it down on the pads without saying anything.

Jeff was the "strong silent type" for the most part. He was a show-man, not a talker. Despite our age difference, we were about the same size & build physically. Jeff mentioned the fact that I could "keep up" with him. He liked it. We ate the sandwiches & drank cold lemonade - the sugar free kind.  Jeff made a hole in the snow by the entry tunnel but still a good arm's length from it & said "If you need to piss - go here..." - as he pissed in the hole. It was then I realized why he laid an extra big snow-block in that location outside. It was literally a piss sponge.  Jeff wasn't very shy about showcasing his dick as he took his piss. And it seemed like he was watching me out of the corner of his eye. I intentionally paid no attention to his dick - but it was a "show'r" for sure. Jeff had black hair & blue eyes - just like me. He had started working out the same month I did, but I had a 2 year head-start on him agewise. He was just slightly more muscular than me and every girl in the high-school wanted him, it seemed. He was a massive flirt - but never dated anyone.

After we were done eating, Jeff packed up the trash putting it in a bag & then storing it in his backpack. We talked about the storm outside, the school break, the upcoming holiday & occasional smalltalk. I had a music library in my phone & 2 sets of earbuds that would sync so we listed to music mostly until it got around midnight.

Jeff said he was gonna get some sleep. He pulled out a bottle of evergreen scented alcohol & getting naked - he used a washcloth to wipe down with. He tossed me a clean cloth & the bottle. I followed suit, eh, birthday suit. At 50F, that alcohol was massively cold as it evaporated - but I was clean - of that there was no doubt. Jeff crawled into the big sleeping bag - still in the buff. So, I followed suit (birthday suit). I was shivering like a small earthquake & Jeff pulled me right up close to his side. I wrapped an arm & leg around the top of his instinctively. He smiled & just began to look at my face without talking. Finally, I said "What are you looking at?".

Jeff swallowed and replied: "Bro, you know I'd never disrespect you - right?".  I nodded. He continued: "You are one handsome bastard, and if we weren't cousins I'd like to begin kiss'n on that face of yours until I got enough.". I could immediately feel my dick begin to harden. I cleared my throat with a look of surprise still on my face.

I thought for a few seconds & replied, "Bro, you know I'd never disrespect you - right?". Jeff nodded. "Don't let the fact that we're cousins stop you.", I finished - with a wide grin on my face.
"Not much chance of either of us getting pregnant i suppose.", he reasoned out loud making me spit laughter.

Jeff didn't waste time. He slid his lips to mine & pressed. I had peach fuzz all over my face but he had the most beautiful uneven stubble. While we kissed he maneuvered my body on top of his & hugged me closely chgest to chest, balls to balls - with my knees touching the sleeping bag between both of his legs - that he took no time rapping around to the back of my knees - as he caressed my bare calves & feet with his own in slow gentle strokes.

My pulse was in the aerobic zone & every nerve ending was hungry for more as I told him, "I've never felt so good in my whole life & don't want this to end.

He stopped kissing just long enough to assure me, "Believe me, you'll like the way it ends & then we'll do it again." His arm swept around outside of the sleeping bag until he found a sock. "Lift up." he spoke. "Gotta wrap our cocks so we don't piss jizz all over the inside of the bag.". I shuddered as he slid the sock over both of our dicks pushing them together inside the canal of the thick, winter sock.

Now, I mean no disrespect when I say that if this wasn't Heaven then it surely must be the opening act. I didn't last even 15 minutes & when I squeezed Jeff tightly & groaned on the edge of climax - his eyes rolled back in his head as he squeezed me tightly & exhaling a heavy pleasured sigh - his dick began to vomit the creamy contents of his balls inside that sock at the same moment mine did. We were able to vocalize loudly being uninhibited out in the middle of a blizzard far from anyone else.  Listening to Jeff cry out in pleasured bliss as I joined his song with my own harmony, as I love-crushed that naked body squirming against mine; - & it bonded us somehow. We became "family" in that moment - tighter than mere genetics.

A minute or so passed as we lay there - me atop Jeff & still hugging. "Bro...", I began. "regardless of whatever woman wins the lottery & ends up with you ... You had better never forget me because I don't think I can live without this...". Tears were running down my face & when Jeff saw them he started crying too.

"Not a chance I'd forget the cousin who's closer than a brother...", Jeff assured me as his kisses became covenant reminders & his hugs welds that bonded our souls. I tried to snuggle closer into him - had such a thing been possible.

When I hit high-school -  people generally assumed that Jeff & I were brothers. We had the same last name because we were cousins thru our fathers & we'd discovered a great-uncle on our father's side who looked like both of us. Great uncle Stetson. He'd been a ship-builder and then in the navy & yet, had never married. Jeff & I suspected that we knew why.

I found a way to hang out with Jeff for 1-2 days almost every week. Sex was an all night frot-fest & kiss-athon that happened 3-4 times a night whenever we were together. But, we both wanted to have other guys too, because studs were so easy to make into friends & then friendships deepened. 

Jeff was (2) years ahead of me in school, so him leaving for university my Jr. year was difficult. But, by that time - I'd made friends with a number of guys, -3 of which really liked to camp out & share a lone sleeping bag. But the best times happened when I got into the same university that Jeff was in! Most of my "friends" on social media are guys I've seen naked. I often say that I put the "F" back in Friendship!

Guys like guys. But this G0Y thing gives men an outlet to express themselves with other guys in a context that doesn't threaten their masculinity nor their reputations! It's a big deal for those of use who love & RESPECT manhood. G0YS - Spelled w. a zer0!