Date: Wed, 4 Feb 2009 09:36:50 -0800 (PST)
From: R Ranger <bn2rumpranger (at) yahoo (dot) com>
Subject: Christmas Cocks Chapters 11 and 12

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.

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Christmas Cocks
By The Rumpranger

Chapter 11: Meeting Goth Cousin

I lay on the bed naked, basking in the immense afterglow of sex with my
cousin, Brett. Although it `twas the afternoon before Christmas there were
no visions of sugar-plums dancing in my head. The only visions I was
entertaining were fanciful images of my cousins' Brett, Danny and Timmy
naked dancing before me; their hard cocks throbbing and bouncing like Jello
in a bowl. I was overcome laying there daydreaming about my cousins and
their Christmas cocks by feelings of fulfillment and completeness.

Another vision swimming in my head on Christmas Eve day was how well Brett
had performed foreplay as well as the sexual acts of fellatio and anal
intercourse on me; a performance that of a thirty year old consummate
professional. He made me moan and howl with glee as he sucked on my cock in
a most sensuous manner, but what really made me shriek with delight was how
deliberately he used his long middle digit to begin dilating my asshole
prior to penetrating me with his erect penis.

Brett worked his talented well-lubricated digits inside my rectum to relax
and stretch my sphincter, making me convulse like a person having a
seizure. However, the best of the best came when he eased his long hard hot
dog deep inside me. Once he plunged the full length of his cock into me he
began pumping my asshole with precise rhythmic strokes, holding off his
ejaculation to coincide with mine. In the end we both exploded in unison
with a thunderous roar of joy and fulfillment that the Gods in heaven
should have heard.

Now, with all quite in the room the question remained, was I going to be
able to and did I have the time to make repayment in kind. Brett had
initially requested that I cornhole him, but I decided to give him an early
Christmas gift and let him top me. After learning that Brett's arrogant
self-indulgent brother had been using him for a cum dumpster the past year
I decided to make my cousin's day by letting him be the giver and me the
receiver. What an outstanding giver he turned out to be; an artist who
could paint with sensual strokes and one of the best so far in my young
life.

After completion we were both well-spent; our hearts beating rapidly,
perspiring heavily, we were clutching each other tightly as we lay
exhausted on the bed. Brett remained inside me until his cock began to
deflate and finally fell out of my gaping asshole. I gazed down upon my
young cousin; his head nestled on my bare chest, as he dozed in a state of
blissfulness. I could feel his shallow sensual breath blowing across my
sensitive nipple, shivering each time he exhaled. We both lay on the bed
totally satisfied.

Well, at least I was satisfied; however, I knew that Brett still had a
secret yearning to conquer Timmy. Brett told me that he'd seen Timmy's log,
as he called it, during the previous summer, but didn't know if his cousin
was a player and hadn't had the time to discover the truth. The sight of
Timmy's larger than average size sexual organ sparked Brett's curiosity
exciting the desire to get his cousin in bed for a sexual romp.

Now, I must say that every since Danny told me about his younger brother's
sizeable appendage I was curious and desirous too. Just the thought about
Timmy's colossal cock was exciting me; in fact, everything about my younger
first cousin aroused me. My cock was beginning to lengthen and stiffen as I
thought about Timmy. I'm not a size queen and don't seek out guys with
oversize organs to satisfy my sexual desires, but I at least wanted to see
Timmy all boned up and maybe play with it before my leave was over.

I'm very particular about a guy's size, especially when it comes to
penetrating my precious asshole. When it comes to sex I'm all about
pleasure not pain, and Brett was not a pain in my ass, just pure pleasure.
I wondered if there was going to be time for another fling with Brett
before the family returned from town.

I looked over at the clock radio on the night table. The digital reading
revealed it was two twenty-three in the afternoon, just about time for
people to begin returning to the house. Although fully aroused there was
not enough time for enjoyable sex. I gently shook Brett. Awaken him saying,
"It's time we get cleaned up before the family returns."

"Oh geez, thanks cuz. We wouldn't want anyone to catch us in this state,"
Brett replied.

"Yeah," I mused.

For both of us there was a special aura surrounding us as we got up to
begin cleaning up. I put the purple tube of Astroglide gel back in the
drawer of the night table. Brett folded the used condom into a tissue and
disposed of it. We continued talking as we tidied things up. We remade the
bed and fluffed the pillows. The lingering smell of sex had pretty much
dissipated, but to make sure I sprayed some room freshener around.

"So, when do you head back to the Army?" Brett asked.

"The day after New Year's day. Plus I got a couple days travel time."

"I sure hope we get a chance to do a repeat performance before you leave,"
Brett said smiling at me.

"I hope so `cause you're good at what you do."

"Ditto cuz," Brett said.

"So, when are you leaving to go back to Indiana?" I asked.

"I think mom and dad are planning on staying until sometime after New
Years," Brett said, I'm sure we'll get a chance for a replay."

I smacked Brett on his beautiful ass as he walked past me into the bathroom
to take a quick shower. Once he was done I followed. Just as I was coming
out of the shower I heard dogs barking outside. Brett told me he heard cars
drive up. With the towel wrapped around my waist I walked over to the
window to look out. Sure enough Uncle Jack's SUV was in the drive and there
was a large motor home pulling in and parking in the RV space. Everyone was
back from town, and Uncle Dick and Aunt Betty had also arrived.

"Come on let me get dressed so we can get down stairs to meet everyone," I
suggested.

I dressed quickly before we bounded down the stairs taken two and three
steps to each leap. We grabbed our jackets off the hooks in the kitchen and
went outside to meet the new arrivals. Everyone was greeting, hugging and
kissing each other. Uncle Jack said, "Here come Brett and Donny. They
stayed behind to rest up for the big night tonight."

Uncle Dick and Aunt Betty hugged and kissed me, telling me how glad they
were that I would be sharing Christmas with the family this year. Then the
questions started. Uncle Betty asked how long I would be staying. I told
here my itinerary. Then I asked, "Where's Chuck and Brandon?"

"Where's Timmy?" Brett asked.

"Timmy's riding with his dad. They'll be along in a few," Aunt Peg said.

"Chuck and Brandon are in the motor home. Go on in and check the coach
out," Uncle Dick said.

Brett and I excused ourselves making our way through the crowd to the big
diesel pusher motor home. Once inside the coach I was somewhat surprised by
what greeted me. Neither cousin looked up. Cousin Chuck didn't get up to
greet us as I expected. He was deeply involved with the game he was playing
on the small hand held device he clutched between his hands. His thumbs
were a blur hurriedly punching the buttons his eyes transfixed on the
screen. But more of a surprise than Chuck's obsession with electronic
gaming was his new look.

My eighteen year old cousin had definitely undergone change in appearance
since I saw him last. The last time we were together was just after he
turned sixteen at a summer family reunion. He appeared normal then and was
a very gregarious kid; however, since our last visit Chuck appeared to have
taken on a heavy Goth look and swallowed up in the culture.

Chuck was dressed from head to toe in black leather with a black studded
dog collar and black studded leather bracelets. He appeared very skinny and
pasty looking. His face was dark. His face and eyes covered in heavy kohl
eyeliner and mascara. His lips were black outlined in burgundy. And of
course his nails were painted black. His spiky hairdo was wild; he'd dyed
his hair jet black streaking it with blood red burgundy. Not what I would
call an attractive look.

Not only was he dressed in clown attire he was very demure compared to the
rest of us. A complete contrast to Brandon the arrogant and boisterous
cousin who immediately began verbally attacking his younger brother and me
as we entered saying, "So, Bro, did you suck Donny's dick while we were
gone or did you let him fuck you in the ass?"

Brett began to blush and I felt uncomfortable. Chuck didn't flinch. He
remained stoic playing his game. Brandon kept up his verbally outrageous
banter to a point where I walked over to him. We were about the same height
as we stood nose to nose. An intimidating stance I'd learned from the DIs
in basic training. I said, "Dick breath, if you don't lighten up and quit
embarrassing your brother and the rest of us you and me are gonna take a
trip out to the cornfield where I'm gonna give you and personal attitude
adjustment."

Brandon just stood there smiling. My behavior had caught Chuck's eye. He,
Danny and Brett looked on not saying a word, they knew better. I don't
think Brandon knew what to think or say. Maybe I was the first one to
standup to him in a while, including his parents. I was hoping he would act
intelligently and back down. Anyway, I finished by saying, "I'll stomp a
slick mud hole outa your ass and when I get done with you I'll nail your
itty bitty balls to the side of that barn out there with ten penny
nails. Kinda like Christ on the cross, only upside down. Now, sit down
dickhead and shut the fuck up."

I could see slight smiles of approval ease across my other cousin's
faces. After a few seconds my bravado won out. Brandon sheepishly retreated
taking a place on the semi circle seat next to Danny. Everyone except Chuck
was sitting around the motor home's kitchen table. I scooted in next to
Brett. There the four of us sat with Cousin Chuck who was occupying a chair
on the open end of the table. For a few moments the situation was a little
tense no one said a word. Finally, I broke the silence saying, "Brett and I
are all rested up for tonight's festivities. We're lookin forward to the
parade, church services and hearin Timmy sing."

Then Danny said, "Chuck if you need to freshen up, take a shower or want to
catch a cat nap we can all go upstairs where it's a little warmer and more
comfortable."

Chuck replied, "I'm okay here. I really didn't want to come, but the rents
made me. I'm not going to Christmas services. I don't believe in
Christmas."

In a state of bewilderment we all kind of replied a subdued okay in
unison. I don't think any of us could believe what we were hearing from our
cousin or his new personality. Personally, I really didn't want the freak
show with us. We'd all been brought up in a conservative Christian
environment. Our parents had instilled old Midwest morals and values in us,
so we were all taken aback by Chuck's announcement, demeanor and dress.

"I'll be sleeping here in the coach while were here," Chuck stated
stoically.

"That may prove a little chilly later on tonight cuz," Danny said, "You
know, gets cold here in southern Illinois this time of year."

"I'll be okay," Chuck replied.

"You sure, there's enough beds setup in my room if you want to stay with us
up there. There's plenty of room," Danny said trying to make Chuck feel
welcome.

With Cousin Chuck's sleeping arrangements agreed upon Brett reached over
under the table, putting his hand in my crotch fondling my cock. I almost
jumped but caught myself in time. I knew what Brett's signal meant, that he
wanted me to sleep with him. Now, I knew that might cause problems and
impinge upon Danny's plans, but I'd play things by ear until we actually
went to bed later-on; besides, I had a few more days to fulfill my sexual
fantasies with Brett.


Chapter 12: The Christmas Wagon

The door to the motor home swung open in bounded an excited Timmy all
smiling; however his smile faded quickly. I think we all knew what changed
Timmy's disposition – Cousin Chuck the Goth. Timmy recovered quickly
however scooting in next to me as we all moved around the semicircular seat
making room for him. I felt like the king weenie in a sex bun between my
two young sexy cousins.

With my two sexually desirous cousins seated on each side of me Timmy threw
his arm over the seat behind me as he began talking, "Guys the Christmas
Eve parade and church services are really gonna be slammin this year. I
think you'll be surprised."

"I looking forward to hearin you sing," I said.

"Me too," Brett chimed in.

"I won't be attending," Chuck said stoically not making eye contact but
instead looking down at the hand held gaming device.

"Why?" Timmy asked.

Chuck continued his philosophical explanation as to why he would not be
attending Christmas Eve services. In a way I kind of felt sorry for our
Cousin the new Christmas Grinch of the family with the new depressive and
gaudy lifestyle that he'd adopted. I never really understood the whole Goth
thing.

There was the dark Goth clique at my old high school and by the time I
graduated the movement had transcended down to the junior high school. I'd
never had any friends that were into the Goth movement, so I had no first
hand knowledge of them. All my friends in school were into academics and
athletics from the time of elementary school, little league and Pop Warner
Pee Wee football on.

I couldn't understand my Cousin Chuck, but he was only part of the family
by marriage. His mother was a Masten and married a Petersen. Chuck's dad's
family had emigrated from Eastern Germany during the 1800s. Last I saw
Cousin Chuck he was heavily involved with little league as well as swimming
and diving. All of us cousins played sports; athletics was a part of our
culture. Touch football games were part of the family tradition, especially
family reunions at Thanksgiving and Christmas.

The Masten clan was a very tight-knit well-known family with deep roots in
Illinois, Indiana, Kentucky and Missouri since the early 1800s. The
Masten's came to United States from Scotland in the 1700s eventually
settling in the Heartland of America. Our European Dutch-Scottish heritage
had remained in tact as the family evolved; however, there were other
ethnicities that had infiltrated the family over the years, including
Asian, Latin and Native American. So, with ethnic, cultural and religious
diversity sprinkled throughout we considered ourselves the quintessential
All-American family.

Once again the door to the motor coach swung open; it was Uncle Dick
saying, "Jack has a surprise for all. Come on out."

We all got up and exited the coach except for Chuck who remained behind to
see Uncle Jack surprise. Danny and Timmy's dad was standing next to the
much decorated Christmas wagon. He'd pushed the wagon out of the big metal
building to reveal his latest creation. There was Christmas music coming
from the speaker system on the brightly colored wagon. The banner on the
sides proclaimed: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR FROM THE MASTEN
FAMILY.

Uncle Jack had installed the bench seats on both sides of the wagon,
repainted it in festive Christmas colors and adorned it with strand of
lights. The twinkling colored lights were blinking complimenting the other
Christmas decorations that adorned the old wagon – quite a sight to
behold. As we all walked around inspecting the freshly painted and
decorated old hay wagon we were impressed with all the decorations lighting
and Uncle Jack's flare for creativity.

Each year Uncle Jack worked to transform the old hay wagon into the most
colorful and spectacular Christmas sleigh in the area. This year a new PA
system had been added. Uncle Jack announced over the public address system
that we would all be riding in the wagon into town for the annual Christmas
Eve parade and Christmas Eve religious services. Cheers went up from all
gathered. He assured us that there were plenty of blankets to keep everyone
warm for the three mile ride into town. He had equipped the speaker system
with microphones so we could all sing group Christmas Carols along the
route and during the parade.

Again, we all cheered at that announcement. The town's Christmas Eve parade
brought people from outlying areas and other towns for miles around; it was
a tradition that had grown in magnitude over the years and everyone looked
forward to it. There would be coverage from television stations as far away
as St. Louis, maybe Chicago. Aunt Alice announced that there would be
plenty of hot cocoa and coffee onboard for consumption. Another cheer went
up from all gathered around admiring the Christmas wagon.

"When do we leave?" Brett questioned eagerly.

"We'll leave here around eight tonight, so we can be staged for the paraded
when it kicks off at nine. Christmas services begin at eleven and then we
should be back here no later than one in the morning. I understand that the
women have prepared a warm feast for this evening," Uncle Jack said, "So,
why don't we all go in and get some rest and get ready for this evening's
festivities."

Again, another cheer went up as the gathering broke up. Brandon along with
Chuck's mom went into the motor home. The rest of us except the men folk
headed towards the house. The men were going to wheel the wagon around and
attach it to Uncle Jacks four wheel drive SUV. Once inside the four of us
sprinted upstairs while the women remained in the kitchen.

In the bedroom Danny and Timmy flopped across Danny's bed while Brett and I
lay down on the bigger roll away across the room. Just about the time we
were dozing off Brandon appeared in the room asking, "Am I welcome up
here?"

"Sure," Timmy replied.

"What about you?" Brandon asked directing the question to me.

"No problems, Dude," I replied.

"Did you guys have problems already?" Timmy asked, "'cause this guy can be
a real asshole."

"Not really. Brandon just needs to learn some respect for others as well as
himself," I said.

"Oh, well that may be a tall order for him," Timmy said with a laugh, "You
see he went through puberty late and it stunted his growth, including his
brain."

With that said Brandon jumped on top of Timmy lying on the bed saying,
"I'll show you stunted growth. I'll feed you a foot of stunted growth."

The two began wrestling on the bed. Danny got up and moved over with Brett
and me saying, this won't last long. Timmy is a champion wrestler for the
school."

Sure enough within seconds Timmy had Brandon flipped over and
pinned. Sitting on top of Brandon he began, "This is what you really want
isn't it. You want me to feed you some sausage for dinner right now in
front of everyone."

After he said that he began unbuckling his belt and partially unzipping his
fly. We all broke out laughing. I eagerly awaited the appearance of Timmy's
colossal cock. Of course Timmy didn't hall out his monster, but Brandon was
turning different shades of Christmas red.

Still sitting on top of Brandon Timmy said, "Maybe I'll save it and feed it
to you for an early breakfast."

I wasn't sure what history the two cousins had, or was Timmy just posturing
for us.

"Now, say you want my sausage for breakfast rather than dinner cuz."

Struggling for release Brandon didn't say anything, so Timmy began pulling
his zipper further down.

"Okay, okay for breakfast now get the fuck off me you asshole," Brandon
replied.

"Oh, you want me to fuck your asshole," Brandon said humorously.

Brandon got up off his cousin, pulled his zipper up and buckled his
belt. We all broke out in laughter. Brandon sat up still exhibiting dark
red tone to his blush saying, "Fuck you guys."

"Yes, I'm going to fuck you, but I'll wait till we're alone to do that,"
Timmy said with a big grin.

Things began to cool off and settle down. We all began talking
harmoniously. Seemed like only a few minutes later Chuck appeared at the
doorway with his hands full of his stuff.

"May I come in and join you all?"

"Sure, come on in," everyone said.

Chuck entered the room with clothing and his electronic game in his
hands. I suspect that some of the older folks had a meeting with Chuck
telling him that he wasn't going to spoil Christmas for the rest of us.

"May I use the bathroom to take a shower?" Chuck asked.

"Sure," Danny replied, "the linens are in the cabinet next to the
door. Make sure you turn the fan on to suck up the steam, and make sure all
that dark stuff gets washed down the drain."

Chuck disappeared behind the door. He didn't close the door all the way.
From where I was lying on the bed with Brett I could see through the crack
in the door. Chuck began undressing as the shower water was running to warm
up. As soon as he stripped off his T-shirt and drawers I was a little
surprised. Most of us Mastens were pretty well hung, but Chuck was what I
called an acorn in the forest phenomenon. I could barely make out the
uncircumcised head protruding from his pubic bush. It appeared as though he
hadn't gone through puberty yet. There was no length to his flaccid penis
and his nut sac was small and drawn up tight. I wondered if the small size
of his cocklet might be a contributing factor to the change in his
personality.

As Chuck stepped into the shower Aunt Alice called up on the intercom
telling us it was six-thirty to clean up dinner was ready. We all took
turns taking leaks and washing our hands for dinner. Chuck remained hidden
behind the shower curtain finishing his shower. Sleeping arrangements for
later on in the morning had bee settled. Timmy and Danny would share his
bed, Brett and I chose to sleep together and Brandon ended up odd man out
sleeping on the single roll away bed for the few hours of sleep after we
got back from town. As far as we knew Chuck still planned on sleeping in
the motor home with his parents. The five of us bounded down the stairs
heading for dinner.