ARKANSAS COUSIN
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by /\/\anfun
Uploaded to Pink Triangle by Simon Jones
It was early Wednesday morning, somewhat after 6:30 am, because
the smell of coffee was sneaking in the bedroom from the kitchen,
where I had set the coffee maker to start brewing at 6:30. It must
have been a wonderful night of dreaming because I had the sleepy sexy
glow, and a ragging hard on. I was laying there wondering whether I
should do something about my randy condition, when the door bell rang.
At first it did register, I thought that it was just part of what ever
was going on in my semi-functioning brain. It rang a second time and I
realized that someone was at the door. Wondering who in the world it
could be, I put on some jeans, having trouble getting them to button
up in my condition and headed for the front door.
I open the door and there stood a reddish blond guy about 5'8", on
the thin side, with the bluest eyes, that looked right through you,
and very full red lips, he reminded me of Tom Sawyer and Huck Finn,
with freckles across his cheeks.
"Hi! My name is Gregory, and we are cousins, I think at least...
huh maybe...cause your mother and mine are and my mother got your
address from your mother and...."
For the next five minutes I don't think he took a breath as he
told me all about this trip from Arkansas, after just graduating from
the university, his college days, and what he wanted to do and see in
LA before he stated his new job back home.
My mind took in all in just like a sieve. He finally came up for
air and I took the opportunity to invite him in, that way I could get
some coffee and maybe allow my brain to start functioning. And figure
out what was going on. As I got the coffee, I was trying to remember
if Mom had took me about this cousin, I seemed to remember her saying
something a few months back in one of our bi-weekly conversations, but
nothing of him coming to LA.
Gregory continued where he had left off at the front door, if I
could have harnessed all his verbal energy I could have run the whole
house for a month. After the second cup of coffee my brain was
starting to function and I started to comprehend some of Gregory's
chatter. His first order of business was to find somewhere to hang his
hat, but he didn't know what part of this "huge" city to stay in since
he wanted to go everywhere, Disneyland, to Long Beach, to Hollywood,
to Magic Mountain, to....
The more I woke up the more of this lanky country cousin I took
in....he was easy on the eyes, and his enthusiasm for life was more
stimulating then the coffee I was drinking. It might be a lot of fun
to have him around a few days and the points it would make with Mom
could never hurt.
"Gregory, you are welcome to stay here, the house is pretty well
centrally located to everywhere you want to go. The couch makes into a
bed and it is all your if you want it", I told him.
"Gosh, that would be great, are you sure you don't mind? I
wouldn't be in the way? Mom told me to stay in a motel and not invade
anyone house. But it would be more fun to stay here with you and not
some motel where I don't know anyone. And I could sure use a shower, I
feel all funky. And then I could take you to breakfast, there is a
Denny's around here isn't there?" was his response.
"Yes, there is a Denny's but I know a better coffee shop that is
closer and the food is better."
I showed Gregory the bathroom and where everything was, he got his
suit case from his car and headed for the shower.
I sat in the kitchen and wonder what I had to do at work, there
was nothing very pressing and I could use a few days off anyway. I
call work and arranged to take the next few days off. As I was hanging
up the phone, Gregory came out of the bathroom drying his hair, buck
naked as the day he was born!!!
"Hey, is it all right to wear just jeans, I didn't bring many
dress up clothes", he asked still drying his hair.
My voice went south, north, east and west, Gregory may have been
on the thin side, but below the waist, that boy was hung. His cock
hung half way to his knee soft and looked to be about three inches
across.
When I found my voice, I told him jeans were fine, almost anywhere
he wanted to go, here in LA and that I had taken a few days off so I
could show him around some. As he turned around to get dressed, the
view of his ass made my mouth water even more....
Gregory can out dressed in jeans and an old cub scout shirt. Where
he hid that piece of meat between his legs I couldn't tell because he
wasn't showing a box at all.
We headed to the local coffee shop. Gregory was still talking a
mile a minute. After we had been sitting in the booth for a few
minutes, Gregory commented that there were only guys in the
restaurant, except for the waitress. I told him that a lot of single
guys lived in the area and came in here quite a bit. Just as I had
finished, when Zack and Kevin walked in. Gregory's eyes got even
bigger then they already were, both Zack and Kevin were in full
leather. As they walked by the table, both of them greeted me. I could
see the questions, just under the surface in Gregory's expression. We
finished breakfast and headed back to the house.
When we got back to the house you could see that Gregory's mind
was as active as his mouth had been earlier and the evidence could be
seen in his jeans. They had gotten two sizes smaller while we were
having breakfast, at least the front of them was having trouble
holding its prize procession.
I asked him what he wanted to see or do first, he hesitated.
"Well, can I talk with you for awhile?"
"Sure, what do you want to talk about?"
"Those guys in the restaurant who said hi to you, do you know them
well?"
"I've known Zack and Kevin for about 5 years, why?"
"I have never seen guys dressed like that except in magazines, do
you wear those kinds of clothes, too?"
"Yes, I have some leather, which I wear on occasions."
"Can I see it, please?"
During this whole conversation, Gregory's cock was having a very
hard time staying confined, his jeans were having a real battle
keeping that sword in his pants. We went into my bedroom and I got my
leather out.
Gregory's eyes glazed over and he started to breath more rapidly
as he picked up my leather jacket, you could see the beginning of a
large spot on his jeans, I reached around him and popped the buttons
on his 501's. His cock sprung free, standing hard as a rock and
straight, the pink head was shiny and wet with pre-cum, it was like a
helmet on top of the hard column that tapered and swelled down to a
thick base. I grabbed it, Gregory's legs started to give and shot
after shot cantoned out of his piss slot. His cum arched with the
power of his orgasm, landing from the headboard of the bed to the
foot. It puddles on my vest and chaps, I push Gregory's head down into
the puddles smearing his face in his own cum, letting him smell the
aroma that only leather has.
We didn't get much sightseeing done that day. But Gregory did
learn about the care of leather and the men who wear it.
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