It was the Summer when I was 11, and my older cousin, Steve, came to stay a month with us. He was 13. As we had been good buddies for years, he slept in my bed, which was a double.

Over the years we did the usual grabassing that boys do, like goosing each other, going skinny dipping, and sneaking looks at each other's equipment while dressing, etc. But we'd never done anything of a sexual nature.

When he came to stay with me, we both just slept with shortie pj bottoms and a sheet, since it was warm at night. I noticed one thing the first couple of nights which would be significant later: Steve always kept a box of Kleenex on the nightstand on his side of the bed, but I never saw him use it.

On the fourth night he was there, we were laying on the bed talking, and I noticed a slight bulge in his pjs, and he occasionally put his hand in his crotch as if to adjust himself. I didn't pay much attention. After a while I got up to get something to eat and drink; and was gone for a while. When I got back, I stopped in the doorway, surprised to see Steve laying on the bed with his pjs pulled down and his hand on his penis, rubbing up and down intently. I had no idea what he was doing, but I'd played with my own enough to realize he was doing something that must feel good, but I was puzzled by his intensity.

The door was on the side of the bedroom, so he couldn't see me unless he turned his head, which he didn't. I watched in fascination for a couple of minutes, then noticed Steve stiffen and his hand stop. Then white stuff began to spurt out of his penis. He lay still for a minute, breathing hard, then turned and noticed me. He looked really shocked, and moved as though to cover up, but he realized he was too late for that. He then looked embarrassed.

"What are you doing?" I asked......(cont)