Date: Sat, 3 Jan 2009 13:35:55 -0800 (PST)
From: R Ranger <bn2rumpranger@yahoo.com>
Subject: Christmas Cocks Chapters 5, 6, and 7

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.

Caveat lector: I do not believe in nor do I condone incest or incestuous
behavior. I also do not believe in nor do I condone child sexual abuse. I
write stories that are fiction. Some stories are factual, some are pure
fiction and some a combination of both. Personally, I have never entered
into an incestuous relationship with family members or had any type sexual
relationship with minor children; furthermore, I was never molested as a
child. Yes, when I was younger like so many boys of my generation my
cousins and I fooled around experimenting sexually. If that is considered
incest or child sexual abuse I must apologize to those I've offended. This
story was written about one cousin that finds himself on leave from the
Army and thereby discovers that his cousin is about to undergo military
training after graduation from high school. They discover each other's
secrets: a fondness for male on male sexual experimentation and bonding;
thus, the bond. I
 did not request that this story be placed in the incest section.

To contact the author cut and paste the following e-mail address making
appropriate corrections: E-mail: bn2rumpranger "at" yahoo "dot" com Subject
line: Christmas 2008.

Christmas Cocks By The Rumpranger

Chapter 5: Comfort and Joy

The remaining days leading up to Christmas were filled with much comfort
and joy around my aunt and uncle's house. The family appeared excited after
they returned home from St. Louis where they'd spent the entire day doing
some last minute Christmas shopping. Before returning to the farm they'd
taken in The Nutcracker Ballet compliments of Timmy. Timmy had managed to
wrangle tickets for the event through is church connections. Although the
weather was brisk it was tolerable. At least I was in the comfort of a warm
home not a draftee dreary Army barracks over the holiday season. Even
though my mother and father were gone I was surrounded by family. Yes, I
was truly enjoying my leave from the Army and the holiday season in the
southern Illinois .

Homes and stores in the small Illinois town were all decorated inside and
out; it was the most joyous season of the year, and always had been since
as far back as I can remember. The only thing missing to make Christmas
complete was my parents. They were off on an excursion searching for the
roots of their origin somewhere in northern Europe .  During those hours
the family was away in St. Louis Danny and I had engaged in some outrageous
sexual behavior. We pleasured each other nonstop for hours. The day's
activities had left us totally exhausted, but in a high euphoric state by
the time the family returned.

Since that blissful first day of sex with Danny we had not yet had the
opportunity to duplicate that first day's sporting events; however,
whenever we could sneak it in Danny and I continued pleasuring each other's
bodies, mostly oral sex of a late night or during early morning
hours. Everyone was looking forward to a huge Christmas celebration. There
would be many other family members in from out of town to celebrate the
holiday as well as local family. I was looking forward to seeing relatives
that I hadn't seen in years.

Two families would come in from out of town. One aunt and uncle would
arrive on Christmas Eve Day sometime. They were driving in from southern
Indiana and would be staying over a few days, possibly until New Years
Day. There were a total of six in their family; the Mom and Dad, two boys
and two girls. The boys were teenagers and the girls were about the same
age as Danny's sisters. The other family had one boy who was between Danny
and me in age.  The other locals would arrive early Christmas morning for
the big Christmas breakfast, and continue arriving throughout the day for
dinner.

The big gathering for Christmas breakfast and dinner was a tradition that
had been shared in my family for years. It was the one time of the year
that most of the family got together. Traditionally, everyone would rise
early to share gifts along with coffee, cocoa and pastries on Christmas
morning. Then around nine or ten breakfast was served; ham, eggs, biscuits
and gravy along with other breakfast menu items. My aunt had revealed that
there would probably be at least twenty-five people in for breakfast, and
as many as forty or more for Christmas dinner.

Both Christmas breakfast and dinner were a pitch in affairs where everyone
brought something and then it was all put together in my Aunt's big kitchen
We'd already been informed that sleeping arrangements would change somewhat
come Christmas Eve. Also, Christmas Eve would find us all attending church
for midnight services and then returning early Christmas morning. Timmy was
in the choir and would sing a couple of solo songs as well as his normal
choir duties. I hadn't seen much of Timmy or had much of a chance to
interact with him since the first night in the parlor as he had choir
rehearsal commitments everyday since I'd been there.

Danny was the athlete in the family; whereas, Timmy was the artistic
performer. He had been singing and dancing since he was a child, and was
very good at it. I had heard him practicing around the house before he left
for rehearsal of a morning and after he returned. Since puberty Timmy had
developed a truly beautiful teenage baritone voice: a voice befitting the
angelic teen. From what Danny told me he had developed quite-well sexually
too. I felt somewhat ashamed and guilty with regard to the lustful thoughts
I was harboring for my younger cousin, but the seed had been planted by
Danny during our initial sexual encounter.

For me, since hearing about Timmy's magnificent manhood I'd been more
curious than ever to say the least. I had been having fantasies of seeing
Timmy early on Christmas morning all boned up with a big red bow around his
cock. I visualized him sneaking into Danny's bedroom early Christmas
morning presenting naked with a red bow tied around the shaft of his
magnificent cock just behind a pronounced glans. As he stood in front of me
I would silently untie the bow and then after unbinding the cherubic
appearing teen he would feed me the monstrous head of his fat cock. Once he
had satisfied my oral thirst he would plow into my bottom riding me like a
stallion on a mare.

Danny had indicated that Timmy's cock was a beautiful sight to behold boned
up and I wanted to see and feel it. According to Danny, Timmy was bigger
than his older brother, sporting a mammoth nine inch long piece of man meat
that was thicker than either of us. I'm not necessarily a person who is
captivated by size, but I surely wanted to see this fantastic fuck stick to
which Danny alluded. Sometime before my leave was over I knew that I had to
sneak a peek to see it firsthand. Until that moment Danny would satisfy my
sexual desires.


Chapter 6: Discretion

Christmas Eve morning found Danny and me snuggled up in his soft bed with
the comforter pulled over us trapping the warmth. I could feel his warm
breath on my neck and shoulder as he slept nestled tightly behind me. His
arm clung to me draped over my torso. I could also feel his morning wood
prodding my butt crack. I knew that this would probably be the last night
for at least a couple nights feeling Danny snuggled up to me keeping me
warm and sleeping together. According to my aunt once the first group of
relatives arrived later in the day, sleeping arrangements would change.

All the boys would be corralled in Danny's third story bedroom due to its
size. Timmy and some of my cousins would sleep on an extra cot while others
would use sleeping bags spread out on the floor. Of course if I had my way
we'd all sleep together in Danny's big bed. The girls would bunk together
in Danny's sister's room while the aunt and uncle would occupy Timmy's
bedroom. So, after breakfast Danny and I would be helping his Mom shift
things around to accommodate the guests. The other out of town relatives
had a motor home and would stay in it. I felt Danny stirring. He was waking
up.

Once my leave was over I would surely miss the warmth of Danny's body next
to mine. I guess, because of my Army training I awoke earlier than Danny,
around four in the morning. I would lay there savoring the smell of my
cousin as he snuggled tight to my back or me against him. By now we knew
the drill. Once we were both fully awake we would turn opposite each other
engaging in oral sex, draining each others nuts of the nightly
buildup. There's nothing like a blow job before breakfast. The taste of cum
and then a fresh cup of coffee in the morning was to die for as far as I
was concerned.

There is just something special about oral sex in the morning to begin a
new day. I'd heard stories from my friends who were married citing the fact
that although they wanted oral sex or vaginal sex in the morning women
weren't prone to performing at the crack of dawn. I think men and women are
wired differently when it comes to sex; a guy's sexual needs differ from
gals when it comes to sexual satisfaction, especially in the morning. One
of the things I missed as a military person versus a civilian was not being
able to rub one out in the shower of a morning.

After I entered the Army morning masturbation in the shower was a no-no. As
far back as I can remember, well at least since puberty set in, I'd enjoyed
getting up in the morning, heading for the shower and masturbating my early
am wood to fruition. There was something special about starting the day
getting a load off. When I was a teen I remember my cock appeared to be the
hardest in the early morning, it felt like a rigid piece of galvanized
pipe, and needed to beaten into submission. All that pent up sexual energy
from the night needed to be released; however, in the Army around a bunch
of other gorgeous guys I couldn't relieve myself in the manner I'd done in
civilian life.

Even though there were dividers in the shower room I felt apprehensive when
naked around other nude male soldiers. I had to watch myself; it's one
thing to ogle a guy's wang in the school locker room as a teen, but another
to do so as an adult male in an Army barracks. I couldn't let my morning
erection show when I got up or entered the latrine. Things had gotten
better in the Army. I remember seeing films and hearing stories about
earlier generations of GIs and what it was like in latrines that had no
dividers. If a guy got a hard-on in the shower he was automatically
castigated publicly by the cadre as a faggot.

The cadre would turn on this poor bastard treating him in a most
disrespectful manner, but that was the Army way. Since I can remember I had
always wondered why I was attracted to guys more so than women. There was
something special about guys that turned me on sexually, especially hard
body hunky guys. Sure, I'd had sex with women in the past and never been
told I was a bad lover; in fact, just the opposite. I learned early-on how
to eat pussy, and could make a girl squirt ejaculatory fluid. I would tell
my friends about my sexual conquests and how girls would react to my sexual
pleasuring only to be pooh-poohed by my peers.

To be scorned by my fellow teens was troubling for me at first; however,
after some time I discovered that maybe I was the one getting real sex and
they were merely fantasizing about it. For a myriad of reasons by the time
I was sixteen I'd had sex with many older men and women, while my friends
were still learning the intricacies of playing stink finger with their
fourteen year old girl friends. Another thing I'd perfected early-on was
the ability to withhold ejaculation.

My guy friends that I had sex with went off like a premature firecracker
many times before I could get their cock in my mouth or up my ass. That was
one of the first things I learned about women. They hated guys that were
minute men. I discovered that women had the same sexual desires and
men. The one thing I learned very quickly was women didn't cum as quickly
as guys, but they craved it as much as men. They needed much more foreplay
before they reached an orgasm. Women simply needed more stimulation than
men to get a nut.


Chapter 7: Changes

Things had changed since my father and uncles had been in the military. I
believe that sergeants received much more in the way of sensitivity
training with regard to sexual lifestyles than their predecessors. From
what I'd seen there wasn't the sexual harassment that may have been around
during my father's and forefather's times in the military. I'd heard
stories that officers and sergeants would attempt to ambush guys in
compromising situations and then publicly ridicule them. Then they were
forced to leave the service.

One thing hadn't changed: there was zero tolerance for any type openly
homosexual behavior in the military. Although the cadre didn't spend all
their time trying to track down faggots as they did in the past they could
not overlook overt male on male sexual behavior. Also, unwritten latrine
protocol was you did not lower your eyes and gaze upon another guy's
junk. Not looking at other guys was tough. With all those fine physiques
and dangling pieces of meat it was hard for me not to look and get an
erection, but I forced myself to abstain.

Although homosexuality was not tolerated I think military leaders were
aware that a certain percentage of service members were either bisexual or
gay, but chose not to act on the knowledge as long as the service member
was discreet. Besides, the Army needed manpower during time of war. While I
was in training, especially basic training, I had to keep my guard up. What
went on after hours, as long as the solider didn't get caught up in a
compromising act, was largely ignored. However, every once in a while a
service member who couldn't control emotions, were discovered and forced
out.

The sergeant who'd given me a ride after basic confided that I didn't dare
get caught up in any compromising sexual situation with male or female
service members. If I was caught it meant an automatic dismissal, so I knew
that if I was going remain in the Army and maintain my lust for guys I was
going to have to be ever vigilant. I couldn't get caught up in any
compromising situations that would bring discredit upon the Army. I was
aware that after training when I was assigned to my permanent duty station
if I found a partner we should live off post.

The handsome hunky sergeant who had given me the ride and confided in me a
few days earlier revealed he was a single GI who lived off-post and was
sexually active. I never discovered on the ride whether he was straight,
bisexual or homosexual. He never really flirted or offered himself to me
and I wouldn't have excepted if he had made an offer.

I did wonder if I'd sent off some cosmic signal to the sergeant that I
liked guys. Whatever it was I was grateful for his warning. Maybe he felt
some special connection. He talked to me openly about the topic of sex with
guys and I listened intently as we rode along the Interstate towards the
rendezvous point with my uncle. The sergeant warned me to be extremely
careful around other male service members if I was to seek out a mate while
on active duty status. That was about all he had to say on the subject
before we parted company at the truck stop and he headed south.


[I know it is past Christmas and New Years, so if you want me to continue
this tale of Christmas cocks, the story of cousins engaging in sexual
interaction give me some feedback. Let me know what you think of the
writing and characters thus far. I have intentional planted seeds in this
chapter to the possibility of more cousins on cousins interactions.]