Warning! This story is a work of fiction and was written for the purpose of pure entertainment. The story contains sexually explicit behavior between consenting male cousins. If you are not of legal age to read such material or are offended by this type of writing do not read any further.
Caveat lector: I do not believe in nor do I condone incest or incestuous behavior. I also do not believe in nor do I condone child sexual abuse. I write stories that are fiction. Some stories are factual, some are pure fiction and some a combination of both. Personally, I have never entered into an incestuous relationship with family members or had any type sexual relationship with minor children; furthermore, I was never molested as a child. Yes, when I was younger like so many boys of my generation my cousins and I fooled around experimenting sexually. If that is considered incest or child sexual abuse I must apologize to those I've offended. This story was written about one cousin that finds himself on leave from the Army and thereby discovers that his cousin is about to undergo military training after graduation from high school. They discover each other's secrets: a fondness for male on male sexual experimentation and bonding; thus, the bond. I
did not request that this story be placed in the incest section.
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Christmas Cocks By The Rumpranger
Chapter 5: Comfort and Joy
The remaining days leading up to Christmas were filled with much comfort and joy around my aunt and uncle's house. The family appeared excited after they returned home from St. Louis where they'd spent the entire day doing some last minute Christmas shopping. Before returning to the farm they'd taken in The Nutcracker Ballet compliments of Timmy. Timmy had managed to wrangle tickets for the event through is church connections. Although the weather was brisk it was tolerable. At least I was in the comfort of a warm home not a draftee dreary Army barracks over the holiday season. Even though my mother and father were gone I was surrounded by family. Yes, I was truly enjoying my leave from the Army and the holiday season in the southern Illinois .
Homes and stores in the small Illinois town were all decorated inside and out; it was the most joyous season of the year, and always had been since as far back as I can remember. The only thing missing to make Christmas complete was my parents. They were off on an excursion searching for the roots of their origin somewhere in northern Europe . During those hours the family was away in St. Louis Danny and I had engaged in some outrageous sexual behavior. We pleasured each other nonstop for hours. The day's activities had left us totally exhausted, but in a high euphoric state by the time the family returned.
Since that blissful first day of sex with Danny we had not yet had the opportunity to duplicate that first day's sporting events; however, whenever we could sneak it in Danny and I continued pleasuring each other's bodies, mostly oral sex of a late night or during early morning hours. Everyone was looking forward to a huge Christmas celebration. There would be many other family members in from out of town to celebrate the holiday as well as local family. I was looking forward to seeing relatives that I hadn't seen in years.
Two families would come in from out of town. One aunt and uncle would arrive on Christmas Eve Day sometime. They were driving in from southern Indiana and would be staying over a few days, possibly until New Years Day. There were a total of six in their family; the Mom and Dad, two boys and two girls. The boys were teenagers and the girls were about the same age as Danny's sisters. The other family had one boy who was between Danny and me in age. The other locals would arrive early Christmas morning for the big Christmas breakfast, and continue arriving throughout the day for dinner.
The big gathering for Christmas breakfast and dinner was a tradition that had been shared in my family for years. It was the one time of the year that most of the family got together. Traditionally, everyone would rise early to share gifts along with coffee, cocoa and pastries on Christmas morning. Then around nine or ten breakfast was served; ham, eggs, biscuits and gravy along with other breakfast menu items. My aunt had revealed that there would probably be at least twenty-five people in for breakfast, and as many as forty or more for Christmas dinner.
Both Christmas breakfast and dinner were a pitch in affairs where everyone brought something and then it was all put together in my Aunt's big kitchen We'd already been informed that sleeping arrangements would change somewhat come Christmas Eve. Also, Christmas Eve would find us all attending church for midnight services and then returning early Christmas morning. Timmy was in the choir and would sing a couple of solo songs as well as his normal choir duties. I hadn't seen much of Timmy or had much of a chance to interact with him since the first night in the parlor as he had choir rehearsal commitments everyday since I'd been there.
Danny was the athlete in the family; whereas, Timmy was the artistic performer. He had been singing and dancing since he was a child, and was very good at it. I had heard him practicing around the house before he left for rehearsal of a morning and after he returned. Since puberty Timmy had developed a truly beautiful teenage baritone voice: a voice befitting the angelic teen. From what Danny told me he had developed quite-well sexually too. I felt somewhat ashamed and guilty with regard to the lustful thoughts I was harboring for my younger cousin, but the seed had been planted by Danny during our initial sexual encounter.
For me, since hearing about Timmy's magnificent manhood I'd been more curious than ever to say the least. I had been having fantasies of seeing Timmy early on Christmas morning all boned up with a big red bow around his cock. I visualized him sneaking into Danny's bedroom early Christmas morning presenting naked with a red bow tied around the shaft of his magnificent cock just behind a pronounced glans. As he stood in front of me I would silently untie the bow and then after unbinding the cherubic appearing teen he would feed me the monstrous head of his fat cock. Once he had satisfied my oral thirst he would plow into my bottom riding me like a stallion on a mare.
Danny had indicated that Timmy's cock was a beautiful sight to behold boned up and I wanted to see and feel it. According to Danny, Timmy was bigger than his older brother, sporting a mammoth nine inch long piece of man meat that was thicker than either of us. I'm not necessarily a person who is captivated by size, but I surely wanted to see this fantastic fuck stick to which Danny alluded. Sometime before my leave was over I knew that I had to sneak a peek to see it firsthand. Until that moment Danny would satisfy my sexual desires.
Chapter 6: Discretion
Christmas Eve morning found Danny and me snuggled up in his soft bed with the comforter pulled over us trapping the warmth. I could feel his warm breath on my neck and shoulder as he slept nestled tightly behind me. His arm clung to me draped over my torso. I could also feel his morning wood prodding my butt crack. I knew that this would probably be the last night for at least a couple nights feeling Danny snuggled up to me keeping me warm and sleeping together. According to my aunt once the first group of relatives arrived later in the day, sleeping arrangements would change.
All the boys would be corralled in Danny's third story bedroom due to its size. Timmy and some of my cousins would sleep on an extra cot while others would use sleeping bags spread out on the floor. Of course if I had my way we'd all sleep together in Danny's big bed. The girls would bunk together in Danny's sister's room while the aunt and uncle would occupy Timmy's bedroom. So, after breakfast Danny and I would be helping his Mom shift things around to accommodate the guests. The other out of town relatives had a motor home and would stay in it. I felt Danny stirring. He was waking up.
Once my leave was over I would surely miss the warmth of Danny's body next to mine. I guess, because of my Army training I awoke earlier than Danny, around four in the morning. I would lay there savoring the smell of my cousin as he snuggled tight to my back or me against him. By now we knew the drill. Once we were both fully awake we would turn opposite each other engaging in oral sex, draining each others nuts of the nightly buildup. There's nothing like a blow job before breakfast. The taste of cum and then a fresh cup of coffee in the morning was to die for as far as I was concerned.
There is just something special about oral sex in the morning to begin a new day. I'd heard stories from my friends who were married citing the fact that although they wanted oral sex or vaginal sex in the morning women weren't prone to performing at the crack of dawn. I think men and women are wired differently when it comes to sex; a guy's sexual needs differ from gals when it comes to sexual satisfaction, especially in the morning. One of the things I missed as a military person versus a civilian was not being able to rub one out in the shower of a morning.
After I entered the Army morning masturbation in the shower was a no-no. As far back as I can remember, well at least since puberty set in, I'd enjoyed getting up in the morning, heading for the shower and masturbating my early am wood to fruition. There was something special about starting the day getting a load off. When I was a teen I remember my cock appeared to be the hardest in the early morning, it felt like a rigid piece of galvanized pipe, and needed to beaten into submission. All that pent up sexual energy from the night needed to be released; however, in the Army around a bunch of other gorgeous guys I couldn't relieve myself in the manner I'd done in civilian life.
Even though there were dividers in the shower room I felt apprehensive when naked around other nude male soldiers. I had to watch myself; it's one thing to ogle a guy's wang in the school locker room as a teen, but another to do so as an adult male in an Army barracks. I couldn't let my morning erection show when I got up or entered the latrine. Things had gotten better in the Army. I remember seeing films and hearing stories about earlier generations of GIs and what it was like in latrines that had no dividers. If a guy got a hard-on in the shower he was automatically castigated publicly by the cadre as a faggot.
The cadre would turn on this poor bastard treating him in a most disrespectful manner, but that was the Army way. Since I can remember I had always wondered why I was attracted to guys more so than women. There was something special about guys that turned me on sexually, especially hard body hunky guys. Sure, I'd had sex with women in the past and never been told I was a bad lover; in fact, just the opposite. I learned early-on how to eat pussy, and could make a girl squirt ejaculatory fluid. I would tell my friends about my sexual conquests and how girls would react to my sexual pleasuring only to be pooh-poohed by my peers.
To be scorned by my fellow teens was troubling for me at first; however, after some time I discovered that maybe I was the one getting real sex and they were merely fantasizing about it. For a myriad of reasons by the time I was sixteen I'd had sex with many older men and women, while my friends were still learning the intricacies of playing stink finger with their fourteen year old girl friends. Another thing I'd perfected early-on was the ability to withhold ejaculation.
My guy friends that I had sex with went off like a premature firecracker many times before I could get their cock in my mouth or up my ass. That was one of the first things I learned about women. They hated guys that were minute men. I discovered that women had the same sexual desires and men. The one thing I learned very quickly was women didn't cum as quickly as guys, but they craved it as much as men. They needed much more foreplay before they reached an orgasm. Women simply needed more stimulation than men to get a nut.
Chapter 7: Changes
Things had changed since my father and uncles had been in the military. I believe that sergeants received much more in the way of sensitivity training with regard to sexual lifestyles than their predecessors. From what I'd seen there wasn't the sexual harassment that may have been around during my father's and forefather's times in the military. I'd heard stories that officers and sergeants would attempt to ambush guys in compromising situations and then publicly ridicule them. Then they were forced to leave the service.
One thing hadn't changed: there was zero tolerance for any type openly homosexual behavior in the military. Although the cadre didn't spend all their time trying to track down faggots as they did in the past they could not overlook overt male on male sexual behavior. Also, unwritten latrine protocol was you did not lower your eyes and gaze upon another guy's junk. Not looking at other guys was tough. With all those fine physiques and dangling pieces of meat it was hard for me not to look and get an erection, but I forced myself to abstain.
Although homosexuality was not tolerated I think military leaders were aware that a certain percentage of service members were either bisexual or gay, but chose not to act on the knowledge as long as the service member was discreet. Besides, the Army needed manpower during time of war. While I was in training, especially basic training, I had to keep my guard up. What went on after hours, as long as the solider didn't get caught up in a compromising act, was largely ignored. However, every once in a while a service member who couldn't control emotions, were discovered and forced out.
The sergeant who'd given me a ride after basic confided that I didn't dare get caught up in any compromising sexual situation with male or female service members. If I was caught it meant an automatic dismissal, so I knew that if I was going remain in the Army and maintain my lust for guys I was going to have to be ever vigilant. I couldn't get caught up in any compromising situations that would bring discredit upon the Army. I was aware that after training when I was assigned to my permanent duty station if I found a partner we should live off post.
The handsome hunky sergeant who had given me the ride and confided in me a few days earlier revealed he was a single GI who lived off-post and was sexually active. I never discovered on the ride whether he was straight, bisexual or homosexual. He never really flirted or offered himself to me and I wouldn't have excepted if he had made an offer.
I did wonder if I'd sent off some cosmic signal to the sergeant that I liked guys. Whatever it was I was grateful for his warning. Maybe he felt some special connection. He talked to me openly about the topic of sex with guys and I listened intently as we rode along the Interstate towards the rendezvous point with my uncle. The sergeant warned me to be extremely careful around other male service members if I was to seek out a mate while on active duty status. That was about all he had to say on the subject before we parted company at the truck stop and he headed south.
[I know it is past Christmas and New Years, so if you want me to continue this tale of Christmas cocks, the story of cousins engaging in sexual interaction give me some feedback. Let me know what you think of the writing and characters thus far. I have intentional planted seeds in this chapter to the possibility of more cousins on cousins interactions.]