My Cousin Phil and I were raised together until we were both eight. His dad, my Uncle Bill, had been transferred to Chicago, when he got a job promotion. I hadn't seen Phil for ten years, and although we kept in touch writing letters all the time, I was excited about the prospects of our Summer plans. We had both finished high school with good enough grades to get into the college of our choice, and we had picked the same one mysteriously after months of weighing the pros and cons of each school in what was probably hundreds of letters back and fourth.
Uncle Bill had given Phil a car for his graduation present, and he was coming to see me. We were planning to beg my parents to let me take a trip with him, to see a little of the country before we started school again in the fall. We were already planning to be roommates off campus, because neither of us was looking forward to living in a dorm with a bunch of slobs.
Surprisingly, Uncle Bill called my dad, and did the talking for us, and with my parent's blessings, and a thousand dollars in traveler's checks, they waved us goodbye the morning after Phil arrived from Chicago. We both had a hankering to see California, and picked up Interstate 40 in Oklahoma City, and headed west.
We got as far as Tucumcari, New Mexico. We ate supper in a little Mexican cafe, and went looking for a room for the night. The tourists had filled every available room in town except for one, in a dingy motel on the far West end of town. The guy who rented it to us, warned that the water heater wasn't working too good. What he didn't warn us about, was the nature of the place. A no tell motel if there ever was one.
We pulled up to our unit, about the center of the big open horseshoe shaped building, and unloaded our bags. Unlocking the door, the smell of disinfectant was overpowering, but the air conditioner worked, and the big king sized bed was comfortable enough. The television was broken, and ate fifty cents before we decided we didn't need to watch it after all. We skinned down to our briefs, and stretched out on the bed side by side, like we were kids again, and started talking.
It's not as if we hadn't spent the day yakking each other's ears off, but being together we had a hell of a lot to catch up on. Phil was telling me about Chicago, which I'd never seen, when we became aware of something happening in the room next to us through the thin walls. A rhythmic thumping against the wall made him stop, and turn his head listening.
"Somebody's gettin' fucked," he said. I looked at the wall behind our headboard, and I could see it was vibrating to the rhythm of the thumping we heard.
"How do you know?" I'd never heard anyone being fucked before, and had no idea how it should sound.
"Heard it a hundred times." He put both his hands behind his head, and I looked at him wondering where he'd heard such a thing.
"Well, are you going to tell me?" I poked him in the ribs with my finger, and he bent, pulling away from my tickling probe.
"If I tell you, you'll have to promise to keep it between us. My folks don't know, and I'm not sure I want them to. Especially dad."
"What? You've been taking girls to motels and fucking them?" I was envious. I still had my cherry. He held his breath for a long time, and then let it out in a gush between his clamped teeth.
"This is serious," he said finally. Sitting up against the headboard, he was actually vibrating with the thumping going on next door. "I have been in a lot of cheap motels in the past three years. Fucking girls, was not exactly what I was doing." I just looked at him, puzzled. I had no idea what he was talking about.
"A friend of mine from high school turned me on to it. He said I could make good money for a few minutes work. It was kind of scary the first time or two, but I got the hang of it pretty quickly, and pretty soon, I liked doing it."
"Doing what?" My ignorance was incredible.
"Making it with guys." He laid it on the air, like a lead balloon, and let it try to float between us. When it crashed into my consciousness, I leaped up onto my knees, and faced him.
"You mean queers?" He nodded. "Oh man..." My mind was racing. "What do you mean you got to liking it?"
"Just that. I started out to earn some extra spending money, but after a while, it wasn't the money I was doing it for. I liked the sex." There was a long silence between us, and I sat there on my heels with my hands folded in my crotch, and stared at him. Finally, my brain sorted through what he'd told me, and came up with a questioned I wanted an answer to.
"Are you Queer?"
"I think so. I mean, I've never had sex with a girl. Actually, it's more than that. I've never been interested in having sex with a girl. I thought for a long time, it was just something that would happen, you know, I'd wake up one morning with a hardon for some girl at school, but it never has." He fell silent again, and finally, after a few moments, my brain kicked out something else.
"Neither have I." Another lead balloon.
"What; thought about having sex with girls?" I nodded. "Then what do you think about? I must think about screwing thirty or forty percent of the time."
"It's pretty indistinct. The clearest image I have, is when I jack off. It's a really big penis, hard and swollen, and it's thrusting and thrusting, it seems to be disconnected from a body, but eventually, it cums when I cum, and I can almost feel it splattering hot cum on my chest at the same time mine is shooting from my dick."
"That's some fantasy. Makes my cock hard." I glanced at the rising mound in his briefs. I could feel my shaft thickening behind my crossed arms.
"Do you think I might be queer too?" He shrugged his shoulders, and said he had no idea what it meant. I laid back down, and when he saw the mound in my briefs, he reached over, and laid his hand on it. I shivered under the first hand other than my own to touch my hard flesh. I didn't push him away, and he continued to stroke my rigid column lightly through the cotton of my briefs.
"You can touch mine if you want," he whispered in my ear. I hesitated for a moment, and he turned more toward me, offering me his hardness to caress. He arched his back, when my fingers trailed over the white cotton bulge.
We stroked and fondled each other for a while, both of us breathing heavily. Finally, he pulled my briefs down off my cock, and told me to lift my butt. When I did, he stripped them off me, and threw them onto the floor. The thumping coming through the wall was the only sound, as we held our breath until our ears were ringing. He stripped his own briefs off, and tossed them after mine, and we lay there, examining each other's hardness. Phil has a nicely proportioned uncut cock about eight and a half inches. His thickness is about the size of a healthy cucumber, and it was worked with a river system of pulsing veins, that kept his stiffness well supplied with blood.
My dick, was almost as long, but actually bigger around than his. My foreskin was chopped when I was born, and my cock appears naked compared to his long piece of sex flesh. He reached for my dick, and bent over me, hiding what he was about to do with his head. I felt his hand grip my hardness, and he did something that sent a thrill through my body. His warm wet tongue licked up the length of my tool, and when he reached the crown, he let his lips close over me, and he took the whole length of my throbbing dick into his mouth. He sucked me like that, gently for a few minutes, with my toes curling and my stomach muscles trembling and vibrating. The only sound, was my gasps of pleasure, and the rhythmic thump, thump, thump, coming through the wall. He rose up on his knees, and bent over my cock, and began increasing the suction on my shaft. His head was rocking faster and faster, until I thought the top of my head was about to fly off. Suddenly, my nut sack pulled up tight to my shaft, and his palm enclosed my tightening nuts in warmness, and he squeezed. The rocket blast of cum that shot up my tube, was exquisitely painful, and I grimaced as I shot clot after clot of thick cream into his throat. He began to slow, sucking more gently as I came off my sexual high. Finally, he let my softening member slip from his mouth.
"How was that?" He sat up, grinning at me.
"Fantastic," I sighed, and looked at him dreamily. "Will you teach me to do that for you?"
"When do you want to start classes?" He chuckled, and I reached for his bouncing cock.
"No time like now," I said, running my tongue up his silken shaft as he'd done mine. I replayed his blowjob of me in my head, savoring every movement and motion of his tongue, doing my best to reproduce the sensations his mouth had given to me through my heated shaft. It wasn't long, before he was squirming under my ministrations and he grabbed my head, and started humping his stiffness into my throat. I gagged almost immediately, and tried to pull off. He told me to just totally relax my throat, and let him show me how to take it deep. His flaring head had long since come through his prepuce, and he worked it careful past my esophagus, and dragged it across my moaning voice box. I couldn't believe the sensations of his wonderful tool in my throat. My cock was stiff again, long before he made his body rigid, and I felt the stinging splat of his sperm shooting against the back of my mouth. I reveled in the spunky flavor of his jism, and swallowed everything he had to offer.
When he finished, and had gone soft again, he fished in his bag, and brought out a box of condoms and a tube of lube. He proceeded to dress my shaking cock, and slick it down with lube. Without knowing, I knew he was going to take my virgin dick inside his body. I was going to fuck my Cousin.
When he was ready, he positioned himself on his knees at the edge of the bed, and told me to stand on the floor behind him. He reached through his legs, and took my stiffness in his hand and brought the head to his hole. The lightly furred pucker was winking at me, and he told me to push in. He described his feelings, telling me to go slow, so the pain of entry would be minimized, and after I was resting in him totally, he told me to be still.
I stood, connected to my Cousin in a way I had never imagined possible, and felt his ass muscles, contracting on my cock, he seemed to be able to fuck me without me moving in him. The feelings he was giving me were incredible. After a while, I couldn't hold back any longer, and began to stroke into him. Slowly at first, but finally butting his ass with my hips, hard enough to drive him down onto his stomach. I followed him down onto the bed, fearing I'd lose contact with that wonderful hole I was buried in. As I fucked him hard, we both became aware our headboard was thumping against the wall of the room, and the same thumping coming from the other side was gradually matching our rhythm. Before long, the thumping reached a frantic pace, and suddenly my nuts squeezed tight in their sack, and my body stiffened driving my cock into Phil to the hilt, and I filled the condom with shot after shot of cream. My ears were ringing with lust, and when I became aware again of my surroundings, Phil was thrashing and screaming into a pillow, and through the wall, some guy was howling about cumming.
When we could talk again, neither of us could speak. We cooed at each other, and stroked each other like puppies, and sighed a lot. Later, as we were drifting off to sleep, Phil wondered aloud about the guy next door.
"What do you mean?"
"Do you realized that he fucked who ever he was fucking for over an hour? He's got some staying power. I wouldn't mind having his dick up my ass for an hour."
"Aren't I enough for you," I joked.
"I'm not saying you're not, but I'd still like to experience a fuck that lasts an hour. Wouldn't you?"
"I don't know. I've never been fucked."
"We'll fix that right now," he said, tearing open another rubber and rolling it down his stiff cock." I grinned at him, and squeezed lube out of the tube onto my fingers as I'd seen him do earlier. I was learning fast. This was going to be one hell of a vacation, and I couldn't wait for fall, when we had our own apartment to share. Phil and I meant a lot to each other all our lives, and now, we would mean even more. He and I were the same age, but he had the experience of the big city, where I only had little Enid, Oklahoma under my belt. He knew things that I'd never dreamed about or even thought could exist, and the next morning, while I was still snoring, he dressed and slipped out the door.
I awoke sometime later, to a rhythmic thump, thump, thump, on the wall, and wondered where Phil had gotten to. I laid there for a while, listening to the fuck next door, and then got up and took a long leisurely shower in the tepid water we'd been warned about.
When I came out, the fuck was still going on, but the thumping had gotten more frantic, and I figured it was about over. When they started to cum, I knew instantly where Phil was, from his screams of ecstasy coming through the wall. At first I was hurt, but when he came back to our room a few minutes later, he smiled when he saw I was awake.
"That guy's got a dick this long," he said, marking a spot on his arm near the elbow. "You ought to go try it. He asked about you. He heard us fucking last night. I think he thought you were a girl. Let's go surprise him. Something twitched in my ass, and I grinned at Phil and followed him next door. When the guy, who was sitting naked on the bed, jacking on his huge cock, saw us, he grinned and reached for a rubber.
"Sheeit," he said in a Texas drawl. "'Nuther fuckin' faggot."