Date: Mon, 16 May 2005 11:10:40 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: Cousins

COUSINS

By: Moore

CHAPTER
ONE

"Holy shit, Steven, he's a fag."

"It sure looks that way."

"I can't believe it, Larry Franklin, tough guy, big man on campus,
a fag...a cocksucking fag. Who's he going down on? I can't make out
the face."

"Neither can I because of the shadow. But lookit, Jay, see the work
boots? It's Homer, the school custodian, I think. And he's got one
very big dick."

"Yeah, I think you're right. Run that part again and freeze it."

"Which part?"

"The part that shows Homer's dick before Larry takes it into his
mouth. Then let's watch it all again."

Steven fiddled with the digital camcorder until he found the right
sequence.

"Would you look at the size of that prick?"

"And those hairy balls."

They watched in silence as the three minute film of a blatantly
homosexual act unfolded before their eyes. The boy they recognized
as Larry Franklin settled on his knees and appeared to be enjoying
himself in the moments before the substantial penis speared through
the smile on his face. He didn't back away as a novice might, but
eased his head forward on the dark shaft until his wide-stretched
lips made contact with an unruly thatch of wiry black pubic hair.
Again and again, to and fro on the shaft, cheeks hollowed by the
intensity of his sucking, head bobbing with increasing speed...then
a blank screen as the camcorder's battery died.

"Wow!"

"Wow!" They said again and began to laugh.

"Watching Larry suck that big prick made me hot. I've got a boner."

"Shit, so do I. Did you see how far he went way down on that dick? 
The head had to go into his throat. Larry's no amateur, he's done it
before. I'd bet on it. He's one good cocksucker."

Steven Ross and Jay Ross, cousins not brothers, the teenaged sons of
twin brothers married to twin sisters. Two blond haired, blue eyed
boys born minutes apart on the same day in the same delivery room
and raised together like twins.

Steven moved his hand to Jay's distended crotch and caught his
cousin's eyes. "Better than me?" He asked, pursing his lips.

Jay winked, then kissed his cousin on the lips before answering the
question. "Uh uh, Steven," he said slowly. "No way. No one sucks
dick better than you. You're the best cocksucker I know."

"And you're the best one I know. You want to, there's time before we
have to meet the folks at the airport?"

They shed their clothes quickly, paused to admire and fondle each
others erections, then Steven dropped to his knees and took Jay's
erect penis deep into his mouth.  He sucked with practiced ease, the
result of the years of experience he'd had with Jay's six inch penis
between his lips, bobbing his head in perfect sync with his cousin's
rhythmic hip thrusts.

Jay climaxed in minutes, spraying his cousin's mouth with multiple
heavy spurts of warm semen.  Steven's cock, stiff, the head shiny
with precum, danced against his stomach as Jay's bountiful sperm
filled his mouth. He swallowed slowly, with obvious enjoyment,
relishing the rich taste and silky mouth feel of his cousin's sperm.

"Mmmm, mmmm, nice load of cum," he said, smacking his lips. "Do me
now, Jay, my balls are about to explode."

Jay turned his back to Steven who smiled and remained in place on
his knees. The smile broadened when Jay wiggled his smooth, round
butt several times in Steven's face. He was already leaning forward,
moistening his lips in anticipation when Jay looked back over his
shoulder and with a twinkle in his eye said, "Kiss my ass."

CHAPTER
TWO

They shared a crib as infants, a double bed growing up, and shared
four liberal parents who weren't quite sure and were not at all
concerned about which baby had been fathered by which brother.  Twin
brothers, Mark and Robert, married to twin sisters, Susan and
Barbara, they had swapped partners freely during their college years
in the 60's. They travelled throughout Europe and Asia after
graduation, establishing a successful business along the way, and
formed a commune of sorts with other like minded people when they
returned to the States.  Mark, Robert, Susan and Barbara Ross
continued their unconventional lifestyle after Steven and Jay were
born.

The boys were inseparable and thrived in the loving and open
environment that their parents provided. The large house buzzed with
frequent guests. Friends from college and colleagues from business;
men and women, whites and blacks, heterosexuals, bisexuals and
homosexuals were all welcomed with open arms. Successful people who
worked hard, lived big and partied bigger.  The two beautiful little
boys, adorable, chubby cherubs they were as toddlers, roamed naked
about the house and expansive grounds, watching, learning and
absorbing, as the often times equally naked house guests and their
parents enjoyed their adult pastimes.

Long after more conventional parents might have put an end to it,
the adolescent boys still bathed together each night and slept
cuddled together in the same bed. They shared everything: clothes,
food, toys, and with their sexual awakening at the age of eleven,
masturbation, and at twelve, orgasm.

"You made stuff!" Jay exclaimed one evening as they lay together
naked, examining the pearly drops on his fingers and on Steven's
stomach. "Baby stuff."

"It's not stuff, it's sperm," a gasping Steven said proudly. He was
older by two minutes, had more pubic hair than Jay did. It seemed
only right that he should be the first to produce sperm with his
orgasm. "It's supposed to happen when you jerk off.

"I know that," Jay protested mildly.  "Do me now, Steven. Play with
my dickie some more, jerk me off so I can make stuff."

Most nights, most mornings as well, Steven and Jay took off their
pajamas and played with each other in bed. Masturbation was great
fun and, as they had discovered months earlier, a friendly hand to
stroke your penis and cup your testicles made the orgasm and
ejaculation even better.  They laughed when the spurting white semen
soared high above the bed and rained down on their bodies. Semen
flew everywhere, propelled some distance by strong, young muscles.
Spurting white semen which left yellowish stains wherever it landed.
A fact duly noticed and reported to the boy's fathers by Gertie, the
family's long-time housekeeper.

"You two started at about the same age," Gertie chuckled as Mark and
Robert Ross examined the soiled sheets. Two little studs the both of
you, ruining sheets and carpets, and now Steven and Jay are doing
it, following in their father's footsteps."

"Put some old towels in their room, Gertie," Robert Ross said, also
chuckling at the fond memory of masturbating with his twin and the
further pleasures that followed. "Like you did with Mark and I.
We'll talk to the boys about being more careful when they play.  Oh,
and Gertie?"

Gertie's ample bosom heaved with laughter as she paused with her
hand on the doorknob. "Yes, I know," she said, turning back to the
brothers. "I will let you know when the semen stains stop. As I
recall it took the two of you about a year to move on to oral sex
and avoid the messy problem altogether."

Steven and Jay were a little embarrassed to learn that their dads,
and Gertie too, knew that they masturbated. They recovered quickly
since nobody made a fuss about it and mostly remembered to use the
towel which quickly came to be laughingly known as a...

"Cum rag," Gertie said to the giggling boys as she collected the
soiled towel from the night table. "That's what your dad's called it
when they were your age. All boys masturbate, she continued, "and
some lucky boys do more than use their hands.  Go take a shower,
wash those little pricklets while I make the bed and air out this
room."

They climbed out of bed, unashamedly naked, and hovered around
Gertie, pleading with her to explain what she meant. Gertie told
them in plain language, as she had told their fathers, then sent
them off to bathe. They each had separate thoughts of doing more for
each other as they washed away the semen that had dried overnight on
their bodies.

They came close several times only to back away to the safety of
mutual masturbation. Each was reluctant to take the great leap from
harmless childish play to what Gertie called a blow job. "Sucking,
really," she'd explained. "Males, boys too find it very enjoyable to
have their penis sucked."

It likely would have happened sooner or later, you might say it was
in their genes, a gay magazine, COCKSUCKER 2001, left behind by a
house guest encouraged the curious teens to experiment sooner.

They read and reread the article, HOW TO GIVE A BLOW JOB. Examined
the sequence of graphic photos of two naked young men, then flipped
a coin to see who would go first.

The air in the bedroom crackled with excitement as an aroused Steven
fiddled with the coin. "Okay, ready?  If it's heads I blow you,
tails you blow me."

"Wait up! What about the cum?" Should we, you know, just let it
happen or pull out and shoot into the cum rag?"

"Let it happen, I guess. That's the whole idea, isn't it? Yeah, and
no spitting, okay?"

Jay wrinkled his nose and said, "You mean swallow?"

"Yeah, swallow the cum. If we're going to do this blow job stuff
we've got to do it right. Go all the way like the magazine says."

The coin seemed to hang in the air forever before finally landing
silently on the thick carpet. "It's heads," Jay shouted. "You go
first, cocksucker."

Steven blanched at the sound of the word. One of three school yard
put downs that stung like a bee...queer and fag completing the
trilogy. "Hey, that's not nice."

"Well you are...will be. Soon as you get on your knees like the boy
in the picture and take my prick in your mouth...you will be a
cocksucker. You're not going to chicken out?"

"Okay, okay, just don't start calling me a fag too, okay?" Steven
said slowly after giving it some thought. He wanted to do this, he
was shivering and his penis was stiff in anticipation. Jay could be
trusted to keep a secret. Steven went to his knees and looked up at
his cousin. "I guess I will be a cocksucker, he admitted." Jay's
penis throbbed not an inch from his mouth. "A cocksucker," he said
again, drawing out the word. "Let's do it by the mirror so I can
watch too."

Jay giggled when Steven, who was following the blow job instructions
set forth in the magazine article, used his tongue on Jay's smooth
scrotal sack.  "That tickles," he said, then gasped and nearly
toppled over when Steven, overwhelmed by the pleasant taste and
smell of Jay's tender flesh, opened wide and boldly took one
testicle into his mouth.

"Oh, wow that feels good. Uh oh, I think I'm going to cum!"

Steven barely had time to switch from Jay's balls to his engorged
penis. One quick suck on the turgid rod of flesh and the trembling
youngster climaxed. Jay cried out as his orgasm hit and Steven's
mouth quickly filled with his cousin's free flowing sperm. There was
no time to swallow between the rapid spurts, no time to breathe. The
pungent smell of sex soon filled the bedroom air as Jay's milky
sperm oozed from the corners of Steven's mouth and dangled in long
strings from his chin.

Jay lost neither his erection nor his place between his cousin's
lips because Steven, excited beyond measure by Jay's penis throbbing
in his mouth and the rush of his semen, just wouldn't let the stiff
rod of flesh go. This time I'll really suck Jay's prick, he thought,
gazing at his semen smeared face in the mirror. After this next blow
job I'll really be a cocksucker.
 
Steven fondled Jay's balls as he eagerly sucked, slurping noisily as
an inch, then two inches and more of Jay's rock hard penis moved in
and out of his mouth between his spermy lips. He gagged when Jay
went to deep, tears came to his eyes and his nose began to run, but
an undeterred Steven continued to suck.  He was determined to get
his cousin off again, determined to feel the thrilling rush of warm
semen spurting into his mouth.

Jay ejaculated without warning, a smaller much more manageable
discharge of semen this time. Steven held all of the new sperm in
his mouth, then, when Jay withdrew and sank to the floor, totally
spent by this second climax in less than ten minutes, he swished the
tasty sperm around and swallowed it slowly.

"Awesome," Jay replied when Steven asked how he liked the blow jobs.
"A blow job is totally awesome, much better than jerking off.
Cumming in your mouth is well, awesome. You're a great cocksucker,
Steven. How'd you like doing it?"

Now that he had done it and thoroughly enjoyed doing it, he'd almost
cum himself while Jay was ejaculating in his mouth, the word
cocksucker evoked a whole different set of wonderful emotions. The
boys at school were idiots, sucking a cock wasn't queer or faggy.
Sucking a cock, making it cum in your mouth was fun and exciting.

"I liked it fine, no, more than fine. It was, it was, sucking your
cock was the most incredible experience I ever had in my life."

"And the sperm?" Jay inquired. "How'd it feel when I cummed in your
mouth?" They had both secretly tasted their own sperm before, a tiny
drop or two.

Steven tingled all over as he tried to describe the experience. 
"It's really warm," he began, "kind of salty, and it shoots out
really fast. And you know how it doesn't look like a lot when you
jerk off?  Well, it seemed like a gallon of cum when you shot off in
my mouth. I can still taste it."

Jay reached out for Steven's cock and brought it to his lips. "Give
me a minute to catch my breath. I'll blow you back, suck your cock,
and you can cum in my mouth."

Jay proved himself to be a great cocksucker too.

~~~~

Gertie waited a week to be sure before reporting the eagerly awaited
news to the Ross parents one lazy Sunday morning. "Not a single new
stain and the towels haven't been used," she told the nude foursome
arrayed around the king sized bed. "Your sons, the precocious little
thirteen year old cocksuckers, are ahead of schedule. Time to find
out if they're bisexual."

Barbara Ross gave her sister's vulva a final lick before sitting up
and reaching for a cigarette. "I'll call Cynthia Chen," she said,
lighting up. "We'll arrange a little party, her daughter Linda is
fifteen, just the right age. What do you think, Susan?"

Susan Ross, tingling all over from her own climax, let her husband's
spent penis slip out of her mouth. "Linda's a doll," she said,
stroking her man for the last of his sperm. "I'll have sex with her
with myself if the boys turn out to be fags and show no interest in
her cute tits and pussy."

Robert Ross squeezed a bit more lube into his brother's rectum then,
cock in hand he turned to his wife.  "Linda Chen is a good choice,
dear,"  He spread his brother's cheeks with one hand and guided his
cock home with the other, "We'll know very quickly if the boys are
strictly homosexual or swing both ways."

Barbara Ross crushed out her cigarette and joined Susan at her
husband Mark's cock. Deep in thought, she casually licked away a
drop of her brother in-law's semen, then rattled off a few
instructions.

"Call the caterer, Gertie, we'll have a coming out pool party. And
call Adolpho at the cruisewear shop, have him send over a dozen of
those wonderfully sexy bathing suits he showed me last week. Steven
and Jay will both look terrific in thongs."

 
THREE

"How about that blow job?" Steven asked, pulling his head from
between the plump cheeks of Jay's ass. "I really need to get off.

"Why don't you fuck me instead?  Your tongue in my asshole, damn, I
want your dick and cum inside me."

Steven mounted his cousin from behind and eased the head of his
stiff penis through the tight sphincter muscle. Jay grunted once at
the initial penetration, then sighed as the muscle relaxed to admit
the familiar invader and Steven's loosely hanging testicles touched
his own. They moved like one being, slowly for several passionate
minutes then more quickly as their balls tightened and orgasm
approached.

"Harder, faster," Jay cried out as Steven thrust into his silky
bowels with short frenzied strokes. "Fuck me, oh god I'm cumming,
fuuuck meeeee."

They climaxed together, Steven deep inside Jay and Jay in the towel
they kept handy when having anal sex doggy style.  "Time for a new
cum rag," Jay said absently as Steven licked at the sperm oozing
from his ass. "And a shower!  Look at the time, shit, the folks are
landing in twenty minutes."

~~~~

"How did you catch Larry with a dick in his mouth?" Jay asked as
Steven parked the big SUV at the edge of the private landing strip. 
A Gulfstream jet touched down as he killed the engine and turned to
his cousin.

"An accident. I was shooting background scenes of the locker room
for my term project on high school sports and left the camera
running when I went to the bathroom to piss.  Too bad the battery
died before the blow job ended."

"Huh?"

Steven began to laugh, then said, "We'll never know if Larry
swallows."

"He'll piss when you show it to him."

"Before or after he stomps me into the ground?"

"Good point, Steven. Wait, I know. We'll burn a copy and mail it to
him anonymously. It'll drive him nuts knowing that someone knows
he's a homo rather than the macho stud he pretends to be."

Franklin was a brash teenager, full of himself and quick with his
fists. A mean and nasty boy who seemed to delight in causing others
pain. It hardly seemed possible to Steven that Larry was gay, that
he would kneel before anyone much less suck a guy's cock.

Jay was correct though, for Larry Franklin had done it before,
hundreds of times and with hundreds of men. His face was not known,
but his full lips and the depths of his warm, receptive mouth were
legend at Samson's, an adult book store with a very active glory
hole.

Sam Sontag, the elderly owner of the store and long-time boy lover,
easily saw through the brash teenager who had wandered in off the
street claiming that he was looking for a part time job.  He gave
Larry Franklin a job and a sympathetic ear.  When Larry revealed his
true reason for coming to the store, as Sontag knew all along that
he would, he gave the conflicted homosexual youth what he really
wanted.

"The boy sucks dick like a vacuum cleaner," Sam told an old friend
at dinner several weeks later.  "Swallows like a pro. I used an
eight inch dildo on him, just to see how much dick he could take."

"And?" His friend inquired.

"The boy's got no gag reflex, he took it all without batting an
eye."

"That good a cocksucker, huh?"

Sam pushed away his plate and leaned towards his friend. "Stop by
the store some time and judge for yourself. I'll be putting him to
work next week."

"Sit right here," Sontag instructed as an anxious Larry Franklin
looked around the small enclosure. He had personally trained the
insatiable boy, exhausting himself in the process of teaching the
boy how to pleasure a man. Sontag had a new, younger boy in his life
now and as he had told his friend, he was ready to turn Larry over
to the paying customers.

"How many would I get to do?"  Larry asked as he sat by the round
hole in the wall. Gay sex, sucking a man's cock substituted for the
love that had long been missing in his life; semen a narcotic that
soothed the beast within.

"Six or seven an hour," Sontag told him impatiently. His new boy, a
twelve year old runaway was waiting in his private office. "Depends
how fast you work."

Larry's face lit up for a moment, then he scowled with indecision.
"I want to, Mr. Sontag, I really do. Only, what if I'm recognized?
What if someone who knows me comes into the store and sees what I'm
doing?  No one but you knows about me."

"The hole's small so they can't see your face. When a dick comes
through don't worry your queer little head about being
recognized...just suck the man's cock."



They were still laughing at their plans to torment Larry Franklin as
the private jet came to a stop at the hanger. The first person to
emerge from the plane was Linda Chen, a lovely asian-american girl.
Linda had spent the last few years with her father's family in Hong
Kong. She was returning to the States for college.

"We'll sit in the back with Linda," Steven said as the luggage was
being loaded in the SUV. "We have a lot of catching up to do."

Linda sat in the middle, between Steven and Jay, the three of them
chatting easily as though only a day, not two years had passed since
they had last been together. Linda had been in the middle on that
last memorable night before she left for Hong Kong. Naked then
between Steven and Jay, happily impaled front and back by her
favorite sexual playmates.

CHAPTER
FOUR

The moon was high in the summer sky when Linda tossed aside the
covers and sat up in the bed.  She couldn't sleep any more, her
internal clock was set on Hong Kong time where it was now the middle
of the afternoon. The Ross house was silent, except for the hum of
the central air as it cycled on and off, everyone else was asleep.

Linda rose from the bed and made her way to the bathroom. She
flipped on the light and smiled when she saw that the toilet seat
was up. Boys never put it down when their done, she thought,
glancing at the door that lead to Steven and Jay's bedroom, and they
never pick up after themselves.

She picked up a pair of button fly boxer shorts from the pile of
clothes on the floor, examined them for a moment then brought the
soft cotton to her pretty face. She inhaled deeply several times.
Mmmmm, nice, she muttered, as the familiar smell of a male filled
her nose and thoughts of Steven and Jay filled her mind. With the
underwear still at her nose, Linda slid the straps of her nightgown
off her shoulders. The smooth silk clung to her taut nipples
briefly, then cascaded all the way down her slender, almost boyish
body, leaving her naked and shivering in the over cooled air. Two
warm male bodies, a warm bed and red hot three-way sex lay but steps
away.

They had decided to wait to have sex until the morning, Linda had
been exhausted last night from her journey.  Daybreak was hours
away, but Linda wasn't tired now. She was horny as a bitch dog in
heat and ready to play.

She left her nightgown behind with the underwear and opened the
connecting door to the boys's chilly bedroom.  Steven was on his
back, Jay on his side with his head resting on Steven's chest. Linda
watched them from the foot of the bed, then gently, so as not to
disturb the sleeping boys, she rolled back the sheet that covered
their bodies.  Higher and higher, exposing their bare legs and
thighs, and higher still until they lay before her naked from the
waist down.

The big bed barely budged when Linda climbed on and settled herself
between Steven's legs. The smell wafting up from his crotch made her
shiver with lust. She blew on his shriveled penis, cold air had that
affect on boys, then lightly kissed the smooth tip before taking the
cool head into her warm mouth.  Steven stirred slightly, but
remained asleep as Linda gently nursed on his expanding penis.

Linda sucked her thumb as a child, until she discovered that sucking
a penis, when it was offered, was even more to her liking. She
learned fellatio at an early age, thoroughly enjoyed the experience,
and became quite skillful. "You suck cock almost as good as a gay
boy," her older step-brothers often kidded her good naturedly after
ejaculating in her mouth.

Content for the moment with Steven's prick in her mouth, she let her
hand wander down to her wet vagina and her mind wander back to the
first time she'd had sex with Steven and Jay.

Steven Ross similarly praised her oral skills at their first
meeting.

"Linda, wow! You suck cock almost as good as Jay," he'd said
sincerely during the successful coming out party arranged by their
parents. He offered it as a compliment after climaxing in her mouth
and that's the way she took it, along with his offering of semen
which she just as happily received.

Then he did something that Linda's Chinese brothers had never done
for her. Steven had gotten down on his knees beside her and showed
her how to improve her technique. Using Jay's stiff penis, Steven
showed Linda how to be a better cocksucker.

Late in the day, after yet another toe curling orgasm, she returned
a compliment of her own. Linda took their spent cocks in hand and
told a beaming Steven and Jay that they fucked her almost as good as
her straight brothers.

The great experiment to discover the boys' sexuality had been a
rousing success.  Steven and Jay Ross were cocksuckers, true, but
they weren't fags, they were bisexual.