ARKANSAS COUSIN
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by //\anfun
Uploaded to Pink Triangle by Simon Jones
It was early Wednesday morning, somewhat after 6:30 am, because the smell of coffee was sneaking in the bedroom from the kitchen, where I had set the coffee maker to start brewing at 6:30. It must have been a wonderful night of dreaming because I had the sleepy sexy glow, and a ragging hard on. I was laying there wondering whether I should do something about my randy condition, when the door bell rang. At first it did register, I thought that it was just part of what ever was going on in my semi-functioning brain. It rang a second time and I realized that someone was at the door. Wondering who in the world it could be, I put on some jeans, having trouble getting them to button up in my condition and headed for the front door.
I open the door and there stood a reddish blond guy about 5'8", on the thin side, with the bluest eyes, that looked right through you, and very full red lips, he reminded me of Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn, with freckles across his cheeks.
"Hi! My name is Gregory, and we are cousins, I think at least... huh maybe...cause your mother and mine are and my mother got your address from your mother and...."
For the next five minutes I don't think he took a breath as he told me all about this trip from Arkansas, after just graduating from the university, his college days, and what he wanted to do and see in LA before he stated his new job back home.
My mind took in all in just like a sieve. He finally came up for air and I took the opportunity to invite him in, that way I could get some coffee and maybe allow my brain to start functioning. And figure out what was going on. As I got the coffee, I was trying to remember if Mom had took me about this cousin, I seemed to remember her saying something a few months back in one of our bi-weekly conversations, but nothing of him coming to LA.
Gregory continued where he had left off at the front door, if I could have harnessed all his verbal energy I could have run the whole house for a month. After the second cup of coffee my brain was starting to function and I started to comprehend some of Gregory's chatter. His first order of business was to find somewhere to hang his hat, but he didn't know what part of this "huge" city to stay in since he wanted to go everywhere, Disneyland, to Long Beach, to Hollywood, to Magic Mountain, to....
The more I woke up the more of this lanky country cousin I took in....he was easy on the eyes, and his enthusiasm for life was more stimulating then the coffee I was drinking. It might be a lot of fun to have him around a few days and the points it would make with Mom could never hurt.
"Gregory, you are welcome to stay here, the house is pretty well centrally located to everywhere you want to go. The couch makes into a bed and it is all your if you want it", I told him.
"Gosh, that would be great, are you sure you don't mind? I wouldn't be in the way? Mom told me to stay in a motel and not invade anyone house. But it would be more fun to stay here with you and not some motel where I don't know anyone. And I could sure use a shower, I feel all funky. And then I could take you to breakfast, there is a Denny's around here isn't there?" was his response.
"Yes, there is a Denny's but I know a better coffee shop that is closer and the food is better."
I showed Gregory the bathroom and where everything was, he got his suit case from his car and headed for the shower.
I sat in the kitchen and wonder what I had to do at work, there was nothing very pressing and I could use a few days off anyway. I call work and arranged to take the next few days off. As I was hanging up the phone, Gregory came out of the bathroom drying his hair, buck naked as the day he was born!!!
"Hey, is it all right to wear just jeans, I didn't bring many dress up clothes", he asked still drying his hair.
My voice went south, north, east and west, Gregory may have been on the thin side, but below the waist, that boy was hung. His cock hung half way to his knee soft and looked to be about three inches across.
When I found my voice, I told him jeans were fine, almost anywhere he wanted to go, here in LA and that I had taken a few days off so I could show him around some. As he turned around to get dressed, the view of his ass made my mouth water even more....
Gregory can out dressed in jeans and an old cub scout shirt. Where he hid that piece of meat between his legs I couldn't tell because he wasn't showing a box at all.
We headed to the local coffee shop. Gregory was still talking a mile a minute. After we had been sitting in the booth for a few minutes, Gregory commented that there were only guys in the restaurant, except for the waitress. I told him that a lot of single guys lived in the area and came in here quite a bit. Just as I had finished, when Zack and Kevin walked in. Gregory's eyes got even bigger then they already were, both Zack and Kevin were in full leather. As they walked by the table, both of them greeted me. I could see the questions, just under the surface in Gregory's expression. We finished breakfast and headed back to the house.
When we got back to the house you could see that Gregory's mind was as active as his mouth had been earlier and the evidence could be seen in his jeans. They had gotten two sizes smaller while we were having breakfast, at least the front of them was having trouble holding its prize procession.
I asked him what he wanted to see or do first, he hesitated. "Well, can I talk with you for awhile?"
"Sure, what do you want to talk about?"
"Those guys in the restaurant who said hi to you, do you know them well?"
"I've known Zack and Kevin for about 5 years, why?"
"I have never seen guys dressed like that except in magazines, do you wear those kinds of clothes, too?"
"Yes, I have some leather, which I wear on occasions."
"Can I see it, please?"
During this whole conversation, Gregory's cock was having a very hard time staying confined, his jeans were having a real battle keeping that sword in his pants. We went into my bedroom and I got my leather out.
Gregory's eyes glazed over and he started to breath more rapidly as he picked up my leather jacket, you could see the beginning of a large spot on his jeans, I reached around him and popped the buttons on his 501's. His cock sprung free, standing hard as a rock and straight, the pink head was shiny and wet with pre-cum, it was like a helmet on top of the hard column that tapered and swelled down to a thick base. I grabbed it, Gregory's legs started to give and shot after shot cantoned out of his piss slot. His cum arched with the power of his orgasm, landing from the headboard of the bed to the foot. It puddles on my vest and chaps, I push Gregory's head down into the puddles smearing his face in his own cum, letting him smell the aroma that only leather has.
We didn't get much sightseeing done that day. But Gregory did learn about the care of leather and the men who wear it.
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