Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2001 21:17:37 -0600
From: Tad Oberaighted <slick_boy60@hotmail.com>
Subject: A Thanksgiving to remember

I hope people like this.  It's a little bit traumatic but what holidays
aren't these days.  Of course these are all fictional events, performed by
fictional characters, and I being fictional myself just fictionalized this
story.  If any one likes this, please email me.  Slick_boy60@hotmail.com I
do like the encouragement!  Or tell me if I did a part good or bad.  Oh, I
wrote it real fast and with some interruption, so the proof reading may not
be that great, I apologize for that now.

			A Thanksgiving to Remember

It was the week of Thanksgiving and our house was full of family.  Aunts,
uncles and cousins from both sides came to stay with us that week.  We
barely had enough chairs to seat every one, blow-up mattresses were set up
for beds, and we went through toilet paper like it was air.  It was a week
that saw the initial sexual activities for some, bared some feelings, and
drew a few closer together.

My house was large, almost always in neat order, and housed my parents, me
and my younger brothers.  It was usually a quiet place, my brothers and I
would rarely bring friends over, we just seemed to go over there.  After my
grandparents died or moved into small apartments, the rest of the family
would stay with us.  My mother's sister, unmarried and only a little older
than me, only about 9 years.  She was a little wild, loved beer, wine,
champagne, liquor, or most anything that had alcohol in it.  She was very
attractive, nice face, good body with firm tits that tested the strength of
the sweaters and tops she wore.  Pam had been my friend for years, and my
baby sitter when I was a kid.

My mother's brother and his wife had a daughter, 13 years old.  Jenna had
really grown over the year since I had seen her.  Then, she always seemed
to have a dirty face and hair that would fly all over the place.  She was a
little chubby but had outgrown a lot of that.  She had grown tall and thin.
Her only make-up was a little zit cream that was hidden under the carefully
crafted hair over her forehead.  I never really thought of her sexually,
although when we were much younger, she always enjoyed watching me pee.
Something about my ability to stand as I went.

She was the same age, within a few months, of my father's brother's boy.
Mark would become the star athlete of the family, he ended up starting two
years for a team that three-peated in the state champion football in Texas.
That Thanksgiving, he was just starting to bloom.  He was as limber as they
come, long arms and legs with well defined muscles.  In fact, his abs were
picture perfect and he pulled off his shirt when ever he had a chance.  I
would stared at those abs and the cute thin line of hair that ducked into
the top of his jeans.

These guys joined me and my brothers.  The youngest one, Jacob, was 10
years old and was a real snot of a kid.  He thought I was something special
but most of the time he would bug the shit out of me just to get me to pay
attention to him.  He was almost always in trouble at school, I think he
spent most of two years in In School Suspension.  He was without a hair on
his dick, and only used that dick to piss on anything he could, and I do
mean anything.  They had him on security camera pissing on the plants set
up outside of Walmart, he and a friend were caught in a distance peeing
contest in the boys room in school, and he pissed in the baptismal pool at
another friend's church.  He did claim that he really did think it was just
a huge urinal.

Kenneth, our middle brother, would turn 13 in December.  Puberty had taken
severe control of his body.  There wasn't enough zit cream to completely
fight the battle, but he was trying to keep his really cute face as clean
as he could.  His boners would show up all the time.  Every morning,
started out in full erection.  He could watch Nick at Night and bone up.
After 15 minutes in the car, a tent would show up in his pants.  Long
t-shirts became the fashion.  He was so shy about it all.  I would always
act like I didn't notice anything, but I would check him out.  He always
denied jacking, mostly when his friends would bring it up.  He and I had
never really talked about jacking, just a little nervous chuckling while
watching The Basketball Diaries.

This Thanksgiving, I was 16, which meant I was really nothing more than a
boner with a driver's license.

Sleeping arrangements were made, the married aunts and uncles got my room
and Ken's room.  Jenna and Aunt Pam got to sleep in Jacob's bunk beds.  Ken
and Mark got to sleep on the pull out couch in the den/office, separated by
French doors from the living room.  I got to sleep on the floor, behind the
dinette table, out in the open, separated from the world by only the legs
of table and chairs.  That bothered me some, I liked to sleep as late as I
could on every weekend and I would wake up with a boner just about every
morning as well.  I was also a little uncomfortable having to wear shorts
over my underwear when I went to bed.  I would usually only wear briefs to
bed, and on some nights I would get brave enough to pull those off - - kept
them close at hand just in case I had to snatch them back on.

I do wish that my uncle had thought enough to wear briefs under his old
Astros shorts.  Two mornings in a row, I rolled over in the sleeping bag
and when I looked up, I had a perfect shot looking through the legs of his
shorts.  Up to that point, almost every dick and balls I had seen had been
nice to look at.  Usually pink with a nice head and swinging along with a
scrotum with just a few little hair on it.  What I woke up to was a mass of
black pubes, with a little head of a dick pointing out, and balls covered
in furry pubes.

The notable thing about this Thanksgiving came on the Wednesday before.  I
was escorting my aunt Pam with the rest of the adults.  There was some
model house that we all had to go see, fun fun fun.  It was just down the
street and when we got back, it seemed that someone, someone like little
bro Jacob had let the doors to the den open.  And it was Jenna's father who
walked by first and noticed what was going on in the den.

I heard the scariest yell ever made by a man!  My first thought was that he
found a burglar that was about to attack him.  My father went flying into
the room from the kitchen, my aunt grabbed me so tight that my fright just
got worse.  The next sounds we heard was my brother Ken yelling and
screaming, hollering ouch and sorry at the same time!  I heard Jenna
screaming Daddy! over and over.  I followed the rest of them into the
living room.  I saw my uncle whooping up on Ken with a newspaper.  Ken was
completely naked, on the floor next to the rollout bed, with his foot
caught up in the sheets.  His flopping dick caught my eye as he was
defending himself from the flailing newspaper.  Mark was standing at the
other side of the bed, getting dressed as fast as he could, Jenna was
holding a shirt in front of her tits, dressed only in little white undies
with little pink roses on them.  She was yelling at her daddy to get him to
stop.

My father grabbed his Jenna's father, the mothers pretty much just looked
on in shock.  My aunt Pam, still holding on to me, cussed under her breath
and tried to hold back a few giggles.  I didn't know whether to laugh, run,
throw my body on my brother, jump on Jenna, duck for cover, or just stand
there and watch.  I was leaning to just watching when Pam pulled me out to
the back porch.  We were out there only a few minutes before it seemed like
I was in trouble, my father told me to go get my brother to his room and
take care of him.

I went in and found him with his back against the wall, holding a couch
pillow in front of him and looking so scared and sorry.  As I walked him to
his room, he cussed, begged, and otherwise whimpered.  I started smiling
again.  I was kinda proud of the kid!  I told him to get dressed.  He got
as far and putting on underwear and a t-shirt when he broke down and
answered my questions of what was going on.  Our dear horny cousin Mark had
been focusing all the conversations among Jenna, Ken, and him to sex.  The
night before, they had all showed what they had.  I was sad to have missed
that, I was a little busy myself but . . .  They were behind the closed
doors of the den and felt secure enough to pull out their hard little
dicks, and shake firm little titties at each other.

When everybody but them and Jacob has left, they seized the opportunity to
explore a little more.  Up to this point, I thought Ken was as straight as
any 12 year old could be, he would even shut the bathroom door between our
rooms just to pee.  He never seemed to be as interested in boys, at least
not as much as I was.  After a little showing, shaking, touchy-feely, they
got a little braver.  By the time my uncle found them, Ken was spread out
naked, boned up, and Mark sucking his dick.  Jenna continued the chain with
her mouth on Mark's dick, giving her first blow job of her young life.  She
still had her panties on, but Mark was as naked as Ken.

They had chased Jacob out twice, and apparently as he left, he opened the
door open just enough for someone to see in.  I know he did it on purpose,
Ken accuses him of doing it on purpose, and Jacob just almost admits it
now.

I enjoyed the story Ken was telling me.  I smiled, laughed, made a few
jokes, got Ken to smile a few times.  When Ken gets stressed out, his
breathing becomes strained and he starts twisting his body, he started out
in full distress but quieted down to a few shoulder shrugs as he got near
the end.

I tried to get all serious looking and got him to look at me for "just one
more question."  I asked him straight out, "Who gave the best blow job,
Mark or Jenna?" He started to answer, a smile burst out on my face, and he
stopped short and smiled.  My dick was getting harder and I looked at
Ken's.  Right at the tip of his dick was a nice round wet spot of cum
soaked through his briefs.

There was plenty of yelling among the adults, then turned into calmer talk
and eventually into lecturing and some more rational talk.  I got out of
most of that.  I retreated out to the back porch with my aunt Pam.  It
wasn't real cold for Thanksgiving time but cold enough that she grabbed a
stadium blanket and threw it over both of us.  Pam and I had always been
close, but I hadn't seen her much lately.  She would always tell me about
changing my diaper and washing me in the bathtub and telling me about how
many times she saw me naked as a little kid.  Some were stories to me but I
do remember when I was 7 years old and plenty old enough to dress myself,
she helped me change out of my swimsuit.  She did spend a lot of time
drying me off, feeling all around my balls to make sure I felt dry.  I
think she was pretty pleased with herself, because she did mention that I
must like her because of the way my tiny little dick pointed at her.

After that discussion, I was sure that I was going to pick my future wife
by letting my dick point to the one of the girls all lined up in front me.
I still have that little dream, with a few modifications.  I did find out
later, there was no direction associated with my boner, and very little
differentiation of the reaction between girls and boys.

Sitting outside, under the blanket, with all sorts of sexual activity being
discussed just inside the door, Pam snuggled up tight.  I had my arm on her
shoulders, in a nice friendly hug and she was rubbing on my chest.  She
would undo a button little by little.  Her hand was then free to rub across
my bare chest.  I would jump a little every time her hand would brush my
hard nipples.  Her long fingernails would trace along my pecs and down my
belly.  The more she rubbed, the lower she got, the less I could talk.

My hand was rubbing her sweater, in all the safe spots.  I stopped short of
her hips and just barely along the side of her tits.  She looked up at me
and gave me a quick kiss, and then took my hand and slid it under her
sweater, a few tugs and pulls and her bra was pulled up above her tits.  I
think I forgot how to breath.  My hand was still working!  I couldn't
believe just how soft skin on tits really was and how hard nipples could
get.  The only real thought at that time was how to switch to the other
tit.  That thought was blown away when I felt Pam's hand go just inside the
top of my pants!  Her hand touched no dick or pubes, just the soft area
inside my pants.  I sucked in a roomful of air at the excitement of the
touch.

Her hand crept deeper and deeper, all in a teasing motion that was driving
me wild.  She pulled her hand out and grabbed another kiss.  I thought that
would be the end of it, just let us cool down and then go take care of my
boner later, get rid of the blue balls that was setting in.  But as her
hand returned, the button on my jeans was opened up!  The vibration of my
zipper being pulled down was like as many full jacking strokes.  I bit my
lip as her hand slid over my briefs and ran her hand down my hot hard shaft
and found my balls to cup in her hand.  I was weakening in her hands.  All
my feelings and thoughts went to my dick and balls.

I did a little more work on her tits but I was almost paralyzed from moving
by the fantastic feeling on my dick and balls.  I stopped completely with
her nipple between my fingers, when Pam found the inside of my undies.
When flesh met flesh, I almost shot right then and there.  I held off long
enough to enjoy several strokes of her hand on my boner.  I tried to tell
her, but it came out in little whimpers that I was about to cum.  She just
moaned as I shot cum all over my pubes and her hand.  I bucked and
stiffened as each hot shot came out.  Another long stroke along my dick set
a spasm throughout my body.

Pam's hand stayed in my undies and would just barely touch my somewhat
softer dick, but she played with my cum, rubbing it into my pubes and up
towards my belly.  She finally pulled her hand out and smelled her fingers.
I leaned my head on her shoulders as I tried to recover, she fixed her bra
back over her tits.  We stayed that way until we were too cold to stay out.
One last kiss and some zipping up and we got up.

When we got back into the house, the new sleeping arrangements had been
established.  I was to move into the den with Ken.  Mark was banished or
rescued (depending on what parent was doing the talking) to the kitchen.
Sweet innocent little Jacob was forced out of all the fun and made to sleep
on the floor in our parents room.  They did decide after we were already in
bed that it was permissible to close the French Doors.  Ken and I could
hear the adults talking into the night.  Ken felt a whole lot better when
they lightened up and started to laugh.  Not sure if they were laughing
about what just happened but I do know they got telling stories of their
teenage years.  I heard a few things about my dad and his brother and
summer camp, but that is another story.  There was plenty of beer and wine
consumed that night!

Now, Ken and I were always close friends, no doubt we also had our
fights-to-the-death as brothers but usually liked each other.  Not only was
Ken shy, I was too.  We would rarely see each other naked.  It wasn't that
big a thing when we did but I would always try to sneak a good peek at him
when ever I could.  Sex was not really a discussion we ever got into, and
he figured out how to jack without any of my help.  The only thing we had
shared jacking was the remaining scent in our shared bathroom after we did
our business.  I knew when he did it, even heard him a few times.  I'm sure
he heard me, he had plenty of opportunities, as busy as I was jacking in
those days.  I had never seen his boner unwrapped, just tented out under
jeans or undies.  I did let him see mine a few times, trying to get some
reaction from him, usually nothing.

We got talking about what the parents all said and what was likely to
happen.  And as the sounds from the living room got lighter, his mood got
better.  I was still a little shaken from the porch with Pam, I loved
someone else's hand on my dick and kept thinking how to get more hands on
it.  I was still horny.  I got Ken to start describing more of what went on
before they got caught.  I was hard again, and I knew he was too.  In the
same bed, I could feel him start to hump his hips back and forth, just
slightly.  He was just too horny to just lay there, but he didn't want to
move his hands to his dick.

I came right out and asked him, knowing that he hadn't, if he cumed when he
was getting sucked.  That led to questions if he had ever cum with someone,
he said not even close.  He asked me the same thing, but I just couldn't
tell him about Pam and what happened just hours ago.  The cum in my undies
had pretty much dried by now but the smell was obvious, I'm not sure if he
noticed or whether he thought it might be him, but Ken didn't say anything.
I said something like whenever I get all hard and don't cum, I bothers me
so much I can't sleep until I cum.  He grunted an agreement.  I asked him
if he was boned up now.  Another grunt.  My hand was moving over to his
dick when I was asking if I could feel it.  A little forward movement and
moan signaled agreement.

It had been a few years since I had played with another dick.  Mostly on
sleep-overs, or backyard campouts.  With a few boys that at least as good
at acting straight as I did.  The dick play ended with the sleep-overs, and
not a word was ever said in remembrance of such fun.  Now I had a great
hard dick in my hand.  There was a lot of similarities to mine but it felt
bigger and longer.  I carefully caressed it as Ken enjoyed it.  He face was
very close to mine and I felt his hot, jagged breath on my face as I moved
my hand up and down.

I asked if he wanted me to jack him and he whispered yes.  I told him to
roll over and pull it out.  When he did that, I pulled my shorts down fast.
My boner was out and pointing to his butt.  I pulled him close and he
jumped a little when he felt my boner press against his butt.  He moved
around and was grinding my dick into his butt as I was jacking him.  It
didn't matter at all that all the adults were just outside the glass doors.
There was so much release happening.  The lust I had for him over the years
and the built up hormones of that day's activities.

Ken reached back and felt my balls and dick as I continued to jack him.  I
could tell he was close to cuming, I could feel his balls tighten and he
was also pulling my dick out, not stroking but holding and pulling. With
each shot of cum, he would jerk my dick hard.  We didn't care at all where
the cum shot, it ended up on the sheets and soaked there through the night.
Ken was out of breath but he still twisted around and jacked me hard and
fast.  It wasn't long at all when I shot.  It wasn't a huge amount of cum
and he noticed.  He asked me if I cumed earlier and I told him I had but
said I would have to tell him later about how.

Thanksgiving the next day went over pretty good.  No one got over upset
about anything.  There would be worse in the next few years.  Brothers and
sisters always seem to fight, but they still love each other.  Nothing was
ever so serious that the yelling or arguing lasted very long.

That night sure didn't end exploring each other.  A family reunion a couple
years later allowed several nights for Ken, Mark, and Jenna to get
together.  There were several combinations that came out of those three.  I
know Ken got an education on a few topics.

Ken and I were closer after that.  At least we loosened up about jacking
and could talk a whole heck of a lot more about sex.  And while we jacked
together and each other, I could count how many times.  And the next few
years, I, Ken, and Mark learned more how we feel about sex.  It made it
much easier for me to feel comfortable with my experiences since then.

Pam taught me much more!  I'll leave it at that for now.

I am back home now.  The den is even more than an office, I get to write on
the computer next to the famous pull-out couch.  Ken is coming home today,
Jacob is more interested in his friends to hang around the house too much,
but we will visit enough this weekend.  Mark's parents took my old room
again, he may make it back from Mexico in time for Thanksgiving.  Jenna is
going to school nearby and staying at her dorm but her parents will sleep
in Ken's room.  With all the people involved gathering again, my mind went
back to that Thanksgiving and I wanted to write this.  I don't know what
will happen this weekend but I am ready for most anything!