Date: Fri, 28 Aug 2009 13:20:26 +0100
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: DISTANT COUSIN

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS
PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE,
PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular
geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow
minors access but you knew that.

I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more
technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the
tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must
realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is
me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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Goes on a bit this one but I wanted to tell a story rather than just crash,
bang, wallop sex. You've been warned.

It is a 'stand alone' which I may extend to a two or three parter upon demand.




DISTANT COUSIN



1 - Young Peter




by




G. Cutter




I ran home through the fine drizzle just about arriving on my doorstep for
midday which was my deadline. Thank Christ for that, I thought as I got
indoors to be met by my mum who was cooking lunch by the smell coming from
the kitchen.

'He's late,' she looked annoyed which wasn't surprising, she's a stickler
for timekeeping and if I'd have been just a few minutes later I'd have
probably got an earful and a lecture on punctuality. Strangely enough my
dad's the complete opposite, how the hell they ever clicked in the first
place is a bit of a mystery. Don't get me wrong, the place doesn't often
run like a military establishment, far from it, it was just the day.

We were putting up a distant cousin of mine for two weeks due to a death on
his side of the family. I didn't know the ins and outs of it and only dimly
remembered this kid, a boy a year younger than my fifteen and a bit of a
dickhead as I recalled. I was really looking forward to the next two weeks
as you may have gathered. My dad told me quite clearly that I was in charge
of young Peter and he expected me to babysit, wet nurse and generally hold
hands with the kid for the duration. He would be sharing my room and even
sharing my bed as I had a monster double for some reason, the idea didn't
turn me on too much although I had a well hidden taste for boys. Not the
thing to advertise when you live in a sleepy ol' town like Coldharbour deep
in the Surrey countryside. I was quite an athlete being pretty hot at both
cricket and football plus swimming so if word got out that I was gay or had
a liking for boy's smooth juvenile bodies I'd be a dead man walking.
Anyway, enough of that, my dad had gone to collect Peter who was coming
into Dorking by train and then bringing him home, he was running late and
mum was on the verge of going into one of her tizzies. Tizzy is a mild word
for when she throws a wobbly, it's more like a housebound nuclear
explosion. I couldn't wait until I was sixteen, leave school, get a job and
decamp to London or Brighton where the pavements are reputedly paved with
gold... at least they don't tar and feather young gays.

'Thank God for that, I can see what took the time,' I heard my mum say from
the front room. 'He's got a damn bike tied onto the back of the car.'

'That's handy,' I grinned. 'At least myself and the obnoxious Peter could
get around. The one thing I couldn't get out of my mind was that Peter when
I'd last seen him had a perpetual sniffle, something wrong with his sinuses
I believe , he also had ears big enough to hold up a jumbo jet, a
thouroughly unpleasant little shit.

I shot upto my room just to check that I'd left nothing laying around and
it was clear. Peeping out of the window I saw my dad unshipping this
scruffy bike from the back of the car being observed by a rather tall and
equally scruffy looking individual. Jeez, he'd shot up and for a fourteen
year old he was bloody huge. Mind you he was wearing a khaki anorak that
made him look like a scarecrow on steroids. The neat schooly blond hair of
yesteryear had grown into a messy mop of blond hair which I saw him flick
from his eyes more than once but at least they covered his jug handles. I
went downstairs as my mother called me to greet our guest... more properly
my guest as I'd be doing all the donkey work. I just hoped he'd stopped
sniffing.

There was confusion at the front door as my mum did her hostess bit and
welcomed the boy, my dad propped the bike up alongside mine and I got my
first chance to have a look at Peter Chubb, distant cousin and room mate
for two weeks. I've got to say here and now my former opinion of him did a
quick one eighty, he was as tall as I was and instantly reminded me of an
Old English Sheepdog, the hair you understand. He was fair skinned and so
good looking, I almost popped an instant stiffy. He grinned at me and I
just nodded, for once I was speechless. I'm glad to say he was shorter than
me but only by a whisker and I suppose I was the polar opposite, I was
slightly dark skinned although my mum called me sallow which never sounded
very nice. I also had black buzz cut hair close to the scalp, close to a
skinhead but not quite, no way did we look related. In the end we managed
an awkward handshake and I took him upto my room to offload his outer
clothing and his suitcase. I thought he was staying two weeks but he had
enough gear to stay for the long summer holiday and that's all of two or
three months.

'Welcome to my room,' I ushered him in. 'I've cleared that walk in and you
can have the drawers down the right side,' I pointed out my chest of
drawers. Fortunately it was a big room compared to some boy's bedrooms I
knew.  You never appreciate what you grow up with but a few of my school
mates had told me it was pretty 'kosher gaff' which was just our phrase for
a nice house, none of us were Jewish by the way. I even had my own
adjoining bathroom which was a luxury I'd never had in our last place.

'Jeez, it's big,' Peter looked around like a right country bumpkin which is
how I thought of him, he came from Bodmin for God's sake and that's the
arse end of nowhere... well, the edge of Bodmin Moor to be precise. 'We
sharing a bed?' He looked a bit dubious.

'Either that of you sleep on the floor,' I laughed. 'Come on, dump the coat
and let's go and eat.'

'Great. I'm starving.'

He proved his point by shovelling his food down like a horse and for a
timely bit of grovelling he complimented my mum on her cooking which made
her day. There were some barbed comments regarding how nice it was to be
appreciated which had my dad and I doing the eye rolling bit.

The drizzle had gone leaving it overcast and none too warm but I took him
for a walk after a while and after parking our bikes to the rear of the
house. Our place backed onto fields and woods and we cautiously skirted the
cattle and cowpats and headed for the woods. We had some conversation but
not a lot, we were strangers really and he had changed so much over the
years that I had a problem coming to grips with it. Apparently he must have
been thinking of the old days as he was the first to bring up the subject.

'I only vaguely remember you,' he looked at me and grinned. 'My mum says it
was four years ago, a lifetime.'

'Maybe a bit more than that,' I thought about it. 'I think I was about to
go to my Secondary School so I must have been coming on eleven.'

'Yeah,' he grinned. 'You were a damn sight bigger than me then, we're about
the same now.'

'Yeah, you've grown up well,' I said biting my tongue. What a stupid thing
to say but he didn't say anything. 'That sniffle's gone.'

'Sinuses, I had an operation.'

'Brill.'

We walked on in a big circle coming out of the farmland and walked through
the woods following a well worn woodland path. There was nothing to see and
the weather had kept the local kids indoors but he seemed to enjoy the walk
even more so when I told him we'd do it on wheels next time.

'Well, I hope little cousin doesn't punch a hole in your social calendar.'

'I doubt it,' I told him. 'Most of my school pals are the other side of the
town so I only see a couple now and then... I think having the flash house
puts them off a bit.'

'Mmmm... don't see why.'

'You'll meet some sooner or later, 'til then you'll have to make do with
me.'

'I'll struggle,' he laughed. 'At least we're the same size just about. I
was scared shitless of you before, you were unfriendly to say the least.'
He looked at me keenly. 'We past that?'

'Damn right we are,' I nodded. 'Older and wiser, we are remote relatives
after all... I never sussed it out, what is a 'distant' cousin?'

'A second cousin or something,' he tried to explain. 'If we were first
cousins my mum or day would be brother or sister to your mum and dad but
they're not.'

'Clear as mud,' I laughed. 'Go on Teacher.'

'My dad is cousin to your dad which makes us second cousins.'

'Weird.'

'It is a little. My grandfather who is your uncle bred very early and my
dad had me just after he got married, your dad had you very late, hence the
discrepancy.'

'So we can marry...'

That stopped him dead in his tracks. 'I suppose so,' he said uncertainly.
He was probably wondering if I was coming onto him or just talking silly. I
set his mind at rest.

'Just joking,' I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and gave him a quick
hug.'

'Geroff, geroff,' he squealed and skipped away.

The rest of the afternoon passed quickly enough although we must have
walked miles. In fact, the weather closed in which sent us home for around
six. I knew we normally had our supper or what mum rather grandly called
dinner around seven and that was it for the night. I had a TV and DVD
player in my room and my normal routine was to help with the washing up and
then leave them to it. I could only stand so many soaps and had a fair
sized DVD collection as well as a load of old tapes. I passed all this onto
Peter who must have noticed this all when he dumped his gear.

'You go online with that computer of yours?'

'Now and then, I mostly use it for schoolwork.'

'You can EMail me,' he flashed me a grin. 'Dad gave me an old clapped out
laptop and I got a bigger monitor, a keyboard and mouse rigged..

We got home in stacks of time and were promptly sent upstairs for a bath,
my mother is a great one for bathing although I held the view it could make
you go rusty. All the same this would be a tester and I wondered how much
I'd get to see of my delicious blond cousin, sorry, second cousin. I
thought about it a little and decided to take it easy. He'd given no
indications of his sexual preferences although I did notice he hadn't
mentioned any girlfriends at home... then again, he was a late fourteen not
bloody eighteen.

'Dinner in an hour,' my mum shouted up the stairs after us.

'You go first, you're the guest,' I flopped onto my big double bed and
pretended disinterest.

'Yeah, right,' he bumbled about uncertainly and rummaged about in his case
finally extracting a towel and toiletries. I had my face stuck in a comic
and taking peeks but he didn't do too much of a strip, in fact, he peeled
off his sweatshirt and then the t-shirt under giving me a flash of his
slender toso and after kicking his boots off padded into the bathroom. I
felt ripped off, here's me laying and expecting a flash of bare bum or
something better and he'd defeated me. Oh, well, I'd have to give him the
striptease. I quickly stripped down to my boxers and lay on the bed waiting
for him to finish.

He seemed to take his time but in the end came out and this time he was
carrying his clothing. and had his damp towel around his waist. He glanced
at me and made some remark about how he felt like a new man after which he
reddened as if realising what he's said. I waited until he dropped his
towel and gave me the brifest flashes of his snowy white bottom before
clambering into another pair of briefs. That flash was enough, I retreated
to the bathroom before my perky penis betrayed me. He was slightly
suntanned but his bum was pure white, like one of thos alabaster statues
you see, Two tightly fleshed globes of pure delight... I was in love or
lust. I sank into the arm water and dreamed and I sniffed the steamy air.

That yeasty smell was there, difficult to describe, in the Virgin Soldiers
it's describes as the smell of cornflower but as I didn't know what that
was it was no help but I recognised the smell of cum. He must have had a
wank in the bath the crafty sod. OK I was reaching but that smell was
unmistakeable, slight but it was there. I immediately popped a hardon which
I managed to ignore as I hurriedly finished my bath and towelled off.

I galloped back into my room the same as he had, towel around my waist and
carrying my gear.

'That was quick,' he grinned giving me the eye from top to tail. 'Fit bod,'
he giggled.

'That's all the sports,' I preened myself and taking my courage in my hands
dropped the towel and stood there just for a minute before diving into my
underwear drawer. He looked, how could he not look? I wasn't hard otherwise
I'd never have done it but I was 'filled out' or I had a lazy lob on as we
say at school and his eyes were drawn to it like magnets. He said something
else nonsensical and fiddled around with my DVD collection.

'Dinner,' my father's voice came up the stairs and that was the end of
that. I ushered him out of the room and chanced it giving him a little pat
on the bottom and he did his little squeak but I was getting used to it by
now. It was rather childish but quite nice and the point was he didn't go
all moody and angsty, he just accepted it.

My mother, as usual, did a meal fit for a king or is it a carthorse. I
think we were both bloated at the end and I helped with the washing up as
usual whilst Peter retired to our big lounge with dad. Now my routine after
the final meal was either go out for a ramble around or retire to my room
and mess around with my computer or settle in front of my TV, I rarely if
ever sat downstairs with my parent or not for a year at least. I went into
dad and Peter and my new roomy smiled looking relieved, Coronation Street
was blatting away and my dad was trying to watch that and make conversation
with Peter at the same time. 'Peter's got some news for you,' dad mumbled
with his eyes glued to the screen.

'Really?' I jerked my head at Peter and he got the message. We left the
Corrie fans to it and returned to my room. 'What's the news, Pete?'

'My dad phoned earlier and invited you down for a couple or three weeks
after I finish here,' he smiled. 'It's upto you of course. By the way,
we've moved since you were last down and we live just outside Bodmin by the
moor, a tiny village called Millpool.'

'Sounds good,' I smiled back. A couple of weeks away from my family would
do me the world of good, it was a long holiday and this year they'd made no
mention of going away anywhere. I went with them to Florida last year and
it was great but I needed company my own age not 'things' however brill
they may be. I was at the age I needed to spread my wings or to be more
precise get close to someone be it a young male or a young female, I had
needs and I was fed up with wanking to be brutally blunt. I liked the new
Peter and I think he liked me so that was a start.

'What we watching, Micky? Peter grinned at me from the floor where he
stretched himself out like a cat .

'Your choice,' I sat down with him, I only had one armchair and the
computer swivel and didn't want to appear overbearing. Our relationship had
changed since our last meeting, he was no longer the snivelling brat I'd
known. This was a kid still a year younger of course but as tall as I was
(just about) and charming... I got lost for a word there, perhaps I meant
self confident. Anyway, I suspected he could give as good as he got and
before I talk myself into a hole let's drop it.

'It's raining quite heavy,' he watched me as I sorted through DVDs.

'Yeah, if it keeps up I'll phone Bela tomorrow as he's my nearest pal and
we can go and beat him up... and his place has a pool, really flash.'

'Bela? What sort of name's that? Is he or Transylvanian or something?'

'Hungarian family but he came over when he was a baby.'

'Yeah?' Peter grinned. 'He's not a bloodsucker, is he?'

'He might suck things but I dunno about blood.'

Slightly to my surprise Peter laughed uproariously collapsing onto his side
with tears in his eyes. 'Jeez,' you are so bad,' he recovered himself and
wiped his eyes.

'It wasn't that funny,' I grinned and selected a DVD. 'What about The Lord
of the Flies, American version... a golden oldy.'

'Never heard of it.'

'Loads of chickens,' I grinned and slid the thing into the tray.

'Chickens?' He looked puzzled and I put it down to him being a yokel,
perhaps gayspeak hadn't got as far as Cornwall and the moors, they were
still chatting up sheep.

The film rolled and we settled down, ten minutes later I went downstairs
and collected a couple of Cokes and also assured my parents that we weren't
fighting, smashing the place up or setting it on fire and they seemed happy
enough.

'Did he tell you about his dad's invitation?'

'Yeah. Sounds good.'

'Excellent. Brian will pick you up in his Espace or whatever and it carries
two bikes which is handy.'

'Fine.'

'You two getting on alright?' My mum asked. 'You didn't hit it off a few
years back.'

'That was then,' I laughed. 'We're fine.'

I returned to my room and Peter was really getting into the film, in facrt,
he was fiddling with his crotch when I went in but guiltily changed to
scratching his leg. I wondered if the half naked cadets were turning him
on.

'I haven't seen any farm yard animals yet/'

'There's Piggy.'

'Ew,' he grinned. 'I like Ralph.'

'So do I,' I handed him his Coke and we settled down again.

I was watching him more than the film and wriggled around and he seemed
quite taken with the half naked boys and more so with the near naked ones
but that was an asumption. At the end he declared that it was a brilliant
film and we went onto Prince Caspian, another he hadn't seen. You'll note I
was keeping it light and fluffy, we had a fortnight and would get to the
Friday the Thirteenths, the Nightmares on Elm Street and my collection of
Malcolm in the Middle in time but I was on a fishing trip and all his
reactions were good. In Caspian he nearly declared his undying love for
Skandar the dark kid, but not quite. Anyway, to get to the point we
finished up around eleven and I took him downstairs for cocoa and biscuits
my late night usual and for him to say good night to my people. I told them
I would be around at Bela's for the following day and my dad let slip that
Bela's family also had a posh house and a pool which was a surprise I had
already sprung on Peter.

'I hope it's warmer for you,' Dad commented but mum seemed more concered
whether Peter had a swimming costume. Jesus, parents and especially mums
really do worry about the most unimportant things. Had she never heard of
skinny dipping. I'm not claiming that I and Bela had ever got naked
together but there was always a first time and Bela really was a sweety.

Bedtime came at last and we wandered up after saying goodnight. It was
crunch time, just myself and Peter in a bed together. All I had to do was
make sure I didn't make a complete fool of myself but my hormones were
bubbling under and my main concern was if Peter wore pyjamas or not.

'Which side do you wanna sleep,' he looked at me as we hovered around the
bed.

'On top.'

'In your dreams,' he giggled and I smiled. He maybe strange to gayspeak but
he knew the score which was a relief. 'I'll have this side he decided which
was the side of ther nightlight and the clock.

'Right,' I settled down to remove my trainers and socks. I don't know how
he slept but I just kept in my boxers. Taking a peep I saw that he clearly
had no pyjamas (thank Gawd) and he stood and looked at me before sliding
in. In that brief look I saw that he either had a big package hinting at a
meaty mass to get all mealy mouthed or he had a bag of spuds inside his
knickers. I had to be careful with my boxers, I had an incipient hardon
which is the flash way to say I was on my way and the last thing I needed
was a semi stiffy making an appearance.

'You've got a good body, all muscley sorta thing...' he tailed off blushing
a bit.

'Thank you, kind sir. You can adore me at your leisure.'

'Tart,' he giggled snuggling into the centre of the bed but he'd just given
me the excuse I needed.

'Tart, who's a tart,' I grabbed him and we had a mock fight in the bed
which really got me going. As far as icebreaking went it was just about
right. His smoothy body was a damn sight tougher than I expected but his
warmth and silken skin sent me right over the top. Oh, yeah. I forgot to
mention I could feel his own hardness pressing against me as we wrestled
and then just lay there looking at each other.

'Yeah, well...' he grinned and edged in. I felt my little black, black
heart beating like a drum, was he going for it. 'Shall I turn the light
off?'

'I'll do it,' I saw my chance and took it. I stretched right over him so
that I was virtually laying belly to belly and clicked the switch bringing
darkness.

'I thought so,' he whispered and I felt his hand grasp my erection through
the thin material of my boxers. 'Big boy,' he breathed as I slid down so
that I was laying uptight to his side. He rolled and turned towards me
still grasping my hardon which was getting harder and harder. I had to do
it, I felt the front of his briefs and his hardness within and stroked the
smooth cotton outer.

'Let's take 'em off,' I muttered.

'Let's,' I saw his teeth flash in the near dark. 'Just like that
film... Kissing Cousins.'

'Never heard of it,' I struggled with my boxers and moved in. We were
laying belly to belly and hardon to hardon. I squirmed against him in a
frenzy of lust.

'A boy or a teeny porno a mate of mine had at home.' His arms snaked about
me and slipped down onto my bum. My country cousin wasn't that much of a
dumb yokel after all and he was gently squeezing my buns, well, two could
play at that game.

We snuggled together and rubbed up against each other until we worked up
quite a sweat and I could feel by his balls that he was about to pop. I had
rescued a towel from the bathroom and scrunged it up between us to catch
any spillage as I wanked him and he did the same to me. 'I'm gonna...'
Suddenly I felt the warm splashes of his cum over my knuckles and some even
on my belly and he gave a low shuddering gasp and without missing a beat
grasped my erection harder and pumped away until I went through the same
routine although most of mine splattered upwards onto his navel and lower
chest. It was a good one and I squeezed in rubbing our deflating cocks
together making a right smeary and slippery mess.

A few minutes with the towel soon sorted that out and we lay in
companionable silence and at peace with ourselves. We'd done the boy thing
together and where we went from here was anyone's guess.

'You ever done it with anyone?' He suddenly asked in the darkness.

'Just done it.'

'No, you wally... you ever shagged someone? Ever been shagged?'

'No to both.'

'Ever thought about it?'

'All the time,' I grinned and turned to him. 'Especially with a sweet
Cornish pixy.'

'Randy dog,' he giggled. 'I've got that Kissing Cousins in my bag, it's
labelled Tennis Practice.'

'Really? Any good?'

'Yeah, some boy on boy but they're older boys if you know what I mean. It's
an old tape though, not a DVD.'

'We'll take it over Bela's place tomorrow, he's got a DVD player and a tape
machine.'

'Will he mind?'

'I'll talk him around,' I said confidently. 'Now go to sleep, child.'

'Good night,' he turned his back onto me and I snuggled into his soft
bottom, he gave a happy little sigh and pushed back a little but sleep
overcame us both. I had a lot to dream about and right at the top of the
list was what we may or may not get upto over the coming fortnight. One
thing was for sure, my Cornish cousin was up for it, I was sure of it and
even more sure as I pressed up against his soft bottom and he giggled in
the darkness... Yeah, he was game for a laugh, maybe game for a game even.



					To be continued (maybe)



Seemed a good time to break and I've had a couple of complaints in the past
that my Chapters/Parts are too long. This one seemed about right.

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