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Gay story of Kissin' Cousins
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KISSIN' COUSINS an incest odyssey by Zipper Bird When I was ten, I
spent a week at Uncle Don's cottage on Lake Ontario. There were a lot
of cookouts in the backyard since the tin roof of the cottage made
it unbearable to light the stove on a sunny afternoon, or even be in
the cottage at that time of day. One hot August afternoon, Uncle Don
was bent over the hamburgers and hotdogs as they sizzled away on the
grill, trying to do themto perfection for the hungry Fowler clan. My
three cousins, Terry, Rick and Bruce seemed like grown men although
they were 15, 16, and 18 years old respectively. I was only 10 at the
time and small for my age. Bruce had red hair, freckles and I didn't
like him especially. He would mess my hair up, rubbing the top of my
head vigorously like his fist was a large cigarette he was putting
out on my head. Rick used to do an Indian burn on my arm -- he was
the sadistic one -- but'd always let me do one on him which was
nearly impossible since my fingers didn't reach around his massive
forearms well enough to cause much harm. Then there was Terry. Terry
was the handsome one. Hedidn't even look like a Fowler. He had olive
skin whereas the others were pale.He had a dark hairy body and
luminous blue eyes. Terry played this game with mewhere he'd wrestle
me and make me sit on his lap against my will. The smell of his skin
and the feeling of his hairy arms wrapped around me would make me
giggle and grab him tighter, burying my nose in his shirt, face
pressed up against his hard stomach. One morning I was sitting on a
rock at the side of the lake watching Terry get out of the water
after his morning swim. His floppy wet bathing suit clung to his
genitals, which were clearly outlined and looked enormous to me.
"Whadda yalookin' at?" he asked me, smiling out of the corner of his
mouth revealing white straight teeth. "You got hair on your chest
already" I said, as I pointedto the beginnings of a substantial hair
pattern that ran from his navel to his neck. "Oh, I thought you wuz
lookin' at somethin' else there for a minute" he said with a grin,
looking at my eyes until I finally had to look out toward Bass
Island, or be trapped in the accusing intensity of his stare and what
it meant. He came up behind me, still wet from his swim and held me
in a bear hug saying "you just wait a few years and I'll have
somethin' else to show ya besides the hair on my chest." I could feel
him press his crotch against me andas I struggled to free myself from
his grasp I pushed my rear up against it, backing into him hard.
"Watch out you little devil, you'll break my nuts" he said, as he
jumped back, finally letting go of me. I ran, with him chasing me up
the hill. Seven years passed and I didn't see Terry once during that
time. Instead of vacationing on Lake Ontario, we rented a cottage on
Cayuga Lake, a finger lake,closer to our home in Syracuse, and closer
to the nursing home where my grandmother, on my father's side, was
kept. Grandma finally passed away and theFowler clan decided to have
a get together at their cottage and invited us. Bruce and Rick were
working in Watertown and only came out to the cottage on weekends.
Terry just graduated from State College at Potsdam, where he studied
math and was planning to go on to engineering school in Albany on a
sports scholarship. He was the star soccer player at Potsdam and my
uncle would send us clippings from the local paper in Potsdam. I had
been running track in high school. Now, at the end of my junior year,
I'd won a sectional competition in the mile but was only 14th in the
state finals. My coach kept telling me I would make a terrific cross
country runner, or even marathoner, but I was too lazy. I thought
about trying to work into longer distances during the summer and
switch to cross country in my senior year. Rick and Bruce, my two
older cousins had girlfriends and were often getting into trouble,
wrecking their cars and things. They weren't there when we drove up
on Monday and got out of our Chevy to greet relatives. I hadn't seen
my uncle, aunt and Terry in 7 years. I wondered if Terry would even
remember me, as I stiffly embraced my aunt and uncle and peered at
him out of the corner of my eye. Uncle Don, who had put on about 20
pounds in the gut, put his arm around Terry's shoulder and said,
"Terry is our good boy, he does his college work and is going to
become an engineer -- he don't mess 'round with girls." I laughed out
loud and felt less awkward as I watched Terry's face turn red. There
he was, a man of 22, standing next to his father, squirming, and as
handsome as hell. His eyes looked like they'd become even bluer, and
a shadow of a thick beard covered his face. Above the collar of his
faded maroon T-shirt, which said POTSDAM on it in big white letters,
a tuft of thick dark hair stood out. I wanted to run up to him and
have him wrestle with me like he did when I was 10, but found myself
extending my hand sheepishly. He grabbed itand shook it a little too
vigorously, still trying to recover from the embarassment of his
father's comment about his lack of involvement in girls. "Ihear
you're a runner" Terry said to me. "Well, maybe we can run together
in themornings -- I have to do it to stay in shape for soccer you
know" he said smiling the same crooked engaging smile he had 7 years
ago. "Great" I said nonchalantly, trying to contain my enthusiasm for
the idea. "We can go for a swim afterward to cool down" he said. I
remembered his morning swims and reveled in the idea of doing it with
him. Terry and I were put out on the porch to sleep the first night,
on a sleeper sofa that folded out in two parts. I got settled on my
half, looking up at the beams in the roof to avoid looking at what
I wanted to look at -- Terry takingoff his shorts and shirt, as he
crawled in beside me. "This isn't too fuckin' comfortable is it" he
muttered in a low voice, laughing slightly. It shocked meto hear him
say "fuckin" but I liked the way it sounded. "No, it's a bitch,
butwhat-a-ya gonna do?" I wispered back. He laughed and said "where'd
you learn totalk like that boy, I'm gonna tell your mother you said
'bitch'" "Oh yeah fuckin' soccer jock, I'm gonna tell your father
you said fuckin" I wispered gritting my teeth and trying to sound as
tough as possible. Then he grabbed me in a playful choke hold and
said "You little fucker, I'll fuckin beat the fucking shit out of you
if you tell my fuckin father anything." I could feel his warm hairy
skin next to mine, and his familiar scent swept over me. Something
warm and fleshy bumped against me through his underwear as I bit his
arm to make him let go. Then I heard my aunt's voice call "Is
everything out there alright boys?" and in a lower tone "I hope they
are getting along okay." Relaxing his grip on me Terry said "we'd
better get some sleep if we're going to run at 7 o'clock." We both
turned away from each other and tried to pretend we were sleeping.
I listened to his breathing and could tell he, like me, was having
a hard time falling asleep. In the morning we headed out running
together, stride for stride, first along the lake shore and then into
a field that lead onto a farm road. Terry wore an athletic shirt and
his chest hair stuck out all over. His legs were hairy too and he had
on a pair of deep maroon shorts that said POTSDAM over the left
leg.We chatted a little but after a while, I started to push the pace
and noticed his breathing sounding labored after a few miles.
Conversation stopped. As we headed back into a field surrounded by
trees, Terry started muttering and finally stopped, bending over in
exhaustion and panting like a dog. "Okay...okay you little
ba..bastard...so you can run a helluva lot faster than I can. I'm
going to beat the...the shit out of you" he said. And in a calmer
voice he said "come here," still breathing hard. As I got near him
I could see that sweat was dripping off his face and soaked shirt.
He grabbed my legs and we both rolled to the ground. After struggling
for a little while, I let him pin me, him sitting on my stomach, both
panting, his strong hands holding my arms to the ground. Our eyes met
and his look of anger and hurt pride turned tosomething else. His
breath was like an intoxicating wave that swept over me. The look in
his eyes, the smell of his clean fresh sweat made me put my hand
behind his neck and draw his mouth to mine. We kissed long, hard and
deep, almost like we were trying to suck life giving water from each
other's mouth. Even with his weight on top of me, I could feel the
bulge in his shorts growingharder. He drew away gently and said in
a low voice "If you ever tell, I'm gonna kill you." I said simply "I
want you Terry, I want you bad." We took off our shirts, shorts and
jock straps as we were rubbing against each other. I started to
stroke his thick chest hair, licking him all over up to his underarms
and feeling with my hands down to his rippled stomach and around to
his firm ass. I bent my head down to see his beautiful thick cock,
the large purple head straining toward me, glistening with precum.
Moving down to it, I took it in my mouth, holding his large soft
balls in my hand. He stroked my hair and repeated my name over and
over as I sucked like a baby on his dickhead. He wet his finger and
gently worked it up my ass. "I wanna have you Timmy baby" he said as
if in a trance. "I gotta get inside of you." He gently raised my
legs, kissing my mouth as he pressed his cockhead against my virgin
ass hole. I was insane with lust and wanted him to fuck me more than
I'd ever wanted anything before. It hurt a little as he first entered
but soon he was riding smoothly, all the while our mouths sucking
hungrily at each other. My cock stood straight up and I came as he
was fucking me and I got another hardonimmediately and came again
just as he came inside me. He licked the shiney cum off off my chest
and sucked on my dick some more and I came a third time. We lay in
the grass, still panting, kissing and touching. I felt transformed.
I had feelings of ecstacy that I'd never felt before. Finally, after
holding and petting each other gently for a long time, we stood up
and put our clothes on. We turned toward each other and stood looking
into each others eyes, my hand inhis, saying nothing, and then headed
toward the water for a swim. That summer was the best in my entire
life. My parents went back to Syracuse and I spent the whole summer
with Terry. We pitched a tent in the woods a good distance fromn the
cottage and slept on the same airmatress, holding each other. His
running got better and my fucking improved to a point where I often
demanded to be on top. When the summer finally drew to a close, we
parted cheerfully for show, but were screaming with pain inside. He
went to Albany forgraduate school and I went back to begin my senior
year of high school in Syracuse. He wrote to me every week and after
writing about classes, the soccerteam, some of his friends, he wrote
nearly a page of encoded writing, in a codehe gave me the key to. In
one letter he wrote: "The taste of your skin and mouth is always on
my mind...I feel as though my brain will incinerate with lust until
I can have you here beside me every night." During my senior year,
Iran long distances, even in winter, to stop myself from thinking
about Terry every minute. Even when I was running though, I'd pretend
each step was bringing me closer to Terry. I applied to only one
college and was accepted. The family was delighted that I was
attending the same school as Terry, so he could take care of his
younger cousin. THE END
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