Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2014 11:00:13 -0600
From: Kevin Turnbow <kebo_t@outlook.com>
Subject: My Cutest Cousin 3

My Cutest Cousin – 3
Kebo_t@outlook.com

This could also be included in Uncle Fuzzy, if anybody cares to read those.

This is one of those painful memories.  Nobody was hurt.  It just makes me
winch when I think about it.  The three of us involved still tease each
other but we all know not to take it too far.

I was again back at greatgrandma's. It was early in the week, so the house
wasn't completely full yet.  I was happy to go that year, my best cousin
Matt was there early too.  He and I had been spending a lot more time
together during the rest of the year.  We had done some exploration with
each other and were comfortable doing things.  There were times when we
played around with girls, even went on double dates and parties together.

One of the first afternoons we were there, it was way too cold to go
outside.  The snow had turned to ice and it was just painful to get hit by
it. The dads were checking out the supply of alcohol and trying to decide
if they should try to get to the liquor store before the roads got really
bad.  The moms were in the kitchen, not really cooking.  It was where they
could talk and visit. For the boys, it was either outside or up in the
attic bedroom.

Matt, another cousin names Alex, and I were up in the attic.  Just us.  It
was cold up there.  There just weren't enough bodies to heat it up like
normal. It still smelled.  It was a smell that reminded me of the school
locker room.  Or the smell of day old undies.  We never had the privilege
of sleeping in the big bed.  There was a right that went along with age as
to who slept in the big bed. While it was mostly the oldest boys, there
were many times when younger boys would get invited to come snuggle or
squeeze it. We all knew it was more than snuggling.

We were the only 3 boys there.  The cold in the room made the bed with the
old quilts piled up look very inviting.  We could sneak some time in the
big bed, get warm, and maybe we could play around.

I had done mostly talking about sex and other such good things with Alex,
but Matt and I had done more than a few things.  We got in the big bed. It
was so soft, so warm, and just a cool place to be.  It was almost right
away when we had to get out of our pants.  As we tried to get them off,
while still laying on our backs, we tangled them up, pulled them inside
out, just made a mess.  We tossed them to the side of the bed. As soon as I
pulled the quilts back up, I felt a hand on my dick. Matt was massaging my
dick and balls.  I got laughing. I reached down and all I could reach was
the top of both boys' undies.  I scrunched down so that I had access to
their goodies.  Matt's good sized dick was familiar but I couldn't believe
how big Alex was. He had a bulge in his undies that was bigger than my hand
could grab.  I think we probably played around, grabbing each other for
about a half hour.  And we were giggling the entire time.

I'm not sure who decided it was time to remove undies but they came off. We
all tossed them off the foot of the bed, landing in the middle of the
floor. Shirts came off too. I remember Alex and I being face to face but
really chest to chest. The feeling was so great touching chests that I
barely felt our dicks touching. I was quick to fix that.  We played around,
felt each other up. We dove under the covers and took quick sucks on
boners, even stopping to suck on a boy nipple.  We didn't get serious about
sucking dicks at the time, just a few quick sucks, or trying to see if we
could get it all in our mouths.

At some point, the giggling ended.  The groping and playing got a little
more serious. One of them said that he was going to have to jack off very
soon! And we took off. We even had the tissues passed out.  I ended up in
the middle and I didn't really have to jack my own dick. At times, I had a
dick in each hand and stroking.  I was doing that, and the each had a hand
on my dick when we were interrupted by a scream!

Matt's mom walked in.  Not very many moms had ever been seen in that
room. I think the undies in the middle of the room was a give away. As well
as the movement of the quilts on the bed.  As soon as she screamed, Alex's
mother came in, cussing.  And another mother as well.  I have no idea where
my mom was.  She got to know about it in full detail later on.

The moms were yelling, cussing, and praying.  They were also swatting at
the bed. All three of us ran for cover. Three boys in nothing but white
socks were looking for a place to hide.  I ran out of the room, I tried to
grab my pants as I ran by but Alex's mom grabbed them and pulled them out
of my hand. I zigged but missed an opportunity to pick up my undies. I
could have and should have grabbed one of the other pairs that was within
reach.  I ran down the stairs and was heading for the ground floor when I
changed direction and headed for the bathroom. The other mom looked like a
middle linebacker for the Chicago Bears, Dick Butkus. She wasn't going to
let me make it into the bathroom.  It seemed like a lot more than 3 of
them. I swear I was running around for a full half hour before they caught
me.  With one hand, they had us by the arm, or ear, and with the other,
they were swatting our butts with everything they had.  When I got a little
bit of a boner, she stopped hitting my butt and took a couple of swats
right on my boner.  I couldn't get away but I ran around in a circle to
keep from letting her get a direct shot at me.

I remembered the sound in the hallway.  Years later when I had to visit in
Arkansas, I got a chance to look inside of a massive chicken coop. I
started sweating, the sound coming from the coop was the same sound that
was heard in that hallway.

Then the dads were summoned.  The moms were almost hysterical and certainly
out of breath as they told the dads what they saw happening.  The dads all
told the women to go ahead and go downstairs and "BY GOD, SETTLE DOWN!"

I thought I was dead. I was doing what I could to look at my Dad and not
make eye contact with him. As the commotion of the moms made its way
downstairs, the dads just stood there.  The only sound in the room was Alex
whispering to himself "fuck fuck fuck fuck".  Then my Dad spoke, "Boys, go
get your clothes on."

We didn't say a thing to each other.  We took a long time to straighten the
pants, and to put our shirts on, and to completely get dressed. Finally, we
went back into the hall on the floor before, ready to meet the wrath of our
fathers.  We got down there, and there was absolutely no sign of the
dads. We stayed in the hall for a long time.  We didn't know what to do. We
eventually went back upstairs and we sat on our cots.  Little by little the
conversation started. When the sun went down, and one more family, with one
more boy joined up, we all went down to the living room.

The dads were sitting around the room, each had a beer.  TV was on, showing
a college game played where there were palm trees and bright sunshine.  My
dad patted the cushion next to him and I went to sit next to him. I was
waiting for the lecture, or the outlay of the punishment, or the public
embarrassment.  Instead, I got an arm over my shoulder, rubbing my chest.
Every so often, one of the moms passed thru the room and gave us the evil
eye and pointed to each one of us.

My mom didn't talk to me about it until we were on the way home about a
week later.  My Dad didn't come to my defense, he just looked straight
ahead and drove.  She lectured me about how naughty and nasty I was.  She
was a complete thesaurus, she used peepee, wienie, thingie, penis, boy
part, etc, everything but cock or dick.