Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2005 23:40:55 -0500
From: James Branson <jimryyan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Homo for the Holidays

This is a work of fiction, nothing more. Nothing real in this. If incest or
homosexuality upset you, then you shouldn't be reading this fiction. If you
are not 18 or older than 18, you shouldn't be reading this. Oh, and if
you're getting laid for New Year's, remember to use some protection.

If you have ideas for another chapter, or praise, or whatever else, please
e-mail me at JimRyyan@hotmail.com

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I'm a sophomore in college. My family are somewhat conservative and
repressed Methodist types and I really wasn't able to explore anything about
myself until I got to college. Almost as soon as I stepped on campus I had a
popped cherry and a pearl necklace. I took full advantage of the booze and
beefcake and hot, mindless sex. I'm on the swim team, blonde, not a lot of
hair aside from my head and armpits, about 6 foot 1, an above average cock
and a hefty set of hairless balls that make an obscene bulge when I don't
dress appropriately. That Speedo gets me a lot of tail. My steady boyfriend
is Mickey, a short, red-headed, bubble-butted gymnast who manages to make me
seem chaste and demure. We have an open relationship, but we also share a
cheap apartment off-campus and I've grown used to feeling him in my arms
when I go to sleep and having him between my knees when I wake up.

My family knows him as my roommate, but they can fill in the blanks pretty
easily. When I went back home to see my family for Christmas, Mickey came
with me (his parents were on vacation in Ireland). To my parents and dour
aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. Mickey stuck out, but he was polite, keeping
that wicked sense of humor of his dormant. But still, sometimes I saw my
father - a contractor with huge meat hooks for hands and a burly, rugged
body that put mine to shame - staring at Mickey and that twinkle in Mickey's
green eyes.

Mickey had a hard time keeping his hands off me (he's very touchy-feely),
but he did a good job, generally. One time as a joke he lifted my shirt up
to show my family just how chiseled my body had become. I noticed my geeky
little cousin, Jeremy, turn beet red. He wasn't that little - he was 16 -
but I always thought of him as that brat who followed me around and took my
toys.

On Christmas Day, with a packed house, I heard sobbing from the bathroom. I
didn't want to intrude, but the door was unlocked, so I went inside. There
was Jeremy, with his glasses all fogged up from crying. I took them off.
Even with puffy eyes he was turning into a handsome young man, nice lanky
body, brown hair flopping into his eyes.

"What's wrong, cuz?"

Jeremy whispered, or maybe he was too choked up to talk in his normal voice.

"I-I..."

He couldn't even look me in the face.

"Just say it. I'm not your mom. I'm just your lame-ass cousin."

Jeremy stifled a laugh.

"I-I want to suck your cock, like I do with my friends."

I knew I should tell him no, but I was so horny and so turned on by the
possibility of having those beestung lips and sweet tongue around my
throbbing cock that I just dropped my jeans and let him get to it.

Jeremy sank to his knees. DAMN, now I knew why he had so many friends. He
was a born cocksucker. I took his hair in my hands and roughly yanked him
back and forth by his big ears.

As I emptied into his mouth, biting my lower lip, I realized I had never
locked the bathroom door. And holy shit, the knob was turning...