Date: Sat, 09 Mar 2002 06:31:44 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: Big Boy's Tools 6

	My Cousin Phil and I were raised together until we were both eight.
His dad, my Uncle Bill, had been transferred to Chicago, when he got a job
promotion.  I hadn't seen Phil for ten years, and although we kept in touch
writing letters all the time, I was excited about the prospects of our
Summer plans.  We had both finished high school with good enough grades to
get into the college of our choice, and we had picked the same one
mysteriously after months of weighing the pros and cons of each school in
what was probably hundreds of letters back and fourth.
	Uncle Bill had given Phil a car for his graduation present, and he
was coming to see me.  We were planning to beg my parents to let me take a
trip with him, to see a little of the country before we started school
again in the fall.  We were already planning to be roommates off campus,
because neither of us was looking forward to living in a dorm with a bunch
of slobs.
	Surprisingly, Uncle Bill called my dad, and did the talking for us,
and with my parent's blessings, and a thousand dollars in traveler's
checks, they waved us goodbye the morning after Phil arrived from Chicago.
We both had a hankering to see California, and picked up Interstate 40 in
Oklahoma City, and headed west.
	We got as far as Tucumcari, New Mexico.  We ate supper in a little
Mexican cafe, and went looking for a room for the night.  The tourists had
filled every available room in town except for one, in a dingy motel on the
far West end of town.  The guy who rented it to us, warned that the water
heater wasn't working too good.  What he didn't warn us about, was the
nature of the place.  A no tell motel if there ever was one.
	We pulled up to our unit, about the center of the big open
horseshoe shaped building, and unloaded our bags.  Unlocking the door, the
smell of disinfectant was overpowering, but the air conditioner worked, and
the big king sized bed was comfortable enough.  The television was broken,
and ate fifty cents before we decided we didn't need to watch it after all.
We skinned down to our briefs, and stretched out on the bed side by side,
like we were kids again, and started talking.
	It's not as if we hadn't spent the day yakking each other's ears
off, but being together we had a hell of a lot to catch up on.  Phil was
telling me about Chicago, which I'd never seen, when we became aware of
something happening in the room next to us through the thin walls.  A
rhythmic thumping against the wall made him stop, and turn his head
listening.
	"Somebody's gettin' fucked," he said.  I looked at the wall behind
our headboard, and I could see it was vibrating to the rhythm of the
thumping we heard.
	"How do you know?"  I'd never heard anyone being fucked before, and
had no idea how it should sound.
	"Heard it a hundred times."  He put both his hands behind his head,
and I looked at him wondering where he'd heard such a thing.
	"Well, are you going to tell me?"  I poked him in the ribs with my
finger, and he bent, pulling away from my tickling probe.
	"If I tell you, you'll have to promise to keep it between us.  My
folks don't know, and I'm not sure I want them to.  Especially dad."
	"What?  You've been taking girls to motels and fucking them?"  I
was envious.  I still had my cherry.  He held his breath for a long time,
and then let it out in a gush between his clamped teeth.
	"This is serious," he said finally.  Sitting up against the
headboard, he was actually vibrating with the thumping going on next door.
"I have been in a lot of cheap motels in the past three years.  Fucking
girls, was not exactly what I was doing."  I just looked at him, puzzled.
I had no idea what he was talking about.
	"A friend of mine from high school turned me on to it.  He said I
could make good money for a few minutes work.  It was kind of scary the
first time or two, but I got the hang of it pretty quickly, and pretty
soon, I liked doing it."
	"Doing what?"  My ignorance was incredible.
	"Making it with guys."  He laid it on the air, like a lead balloon,
and let it try to float between us.  When it crashed into my consciousness,
I leaped up onto my knees, and faced him.
	"You mean queers?"  He nodded.  "Oh man..." My mind was racing.
"What do you mean you got to liking it?"
	"Just that.  I started out to earn some extra spending money, but
after a while, it wasn't the money I was doing it for.  I liked the sex."
There was a long silence between us, and I sat there on my heels with my
hands folded in my crotch, and stared at him.  Finally, my brain sorted
through what he'd told me, and came up with a questioned I wanted an answer
to.
	"Are you Queer?"
	"I think so.  I mean, I've never had sex with a girl.  Actually,
it's more than that.  I've never been interested in having sex with a girl.
I thought for a long time, it was just something that would happen, you
know, I'd wake up one morning with a hardon for some girl at school, but it
never has."  He fell silent again, and finally, after a few moments, my
brain kicked out something else.
	"Neither have I."  Another lead balloon.
	"What; thought about having sex with girls?"  I nodded.  "Then what
do you think about?  I must think about screwing thirty or forty percent of
the time."
	"It's pretty indistinct.  The clearest image I have, is when I jack
off.  It's a really big penis, hard and swollen, and it's thrusting and
thrusting, it seems to be disconnected from a body, but eventually, it cums
when I cum, and I can almost feel it splattering hot cum on my chest at the
same time mine is shooting from my dick."
	"That's some fantasy.  Makes my cock hard."  I glanced at the
rising mound in his briefs.  I could feel my shaft thickening behind my
crossed arms.
	"Do you think I might be queer too?"  He shrugged his shoulders,
and said he had no idea what it meant.  I laid back down, and when he saw
the mound in my briefs, he reached over, and laid his hand on it.  I
shivered under the first hand other than my own to touch my hard flesh.  I
didn't push him away, and he continued to stroke my rigid column lightly
through the cotton of my briefs.
	"You can touch mine if you want," he whispered in my ear.  I
hesitated for a moment, and he turned more toward me, offering me his
hardness to caress. He arched his back, when my fingers trailed over the
white cotton bulge.
	We stroked and fondled each other for a while, both of us breathing
heavily.  Finally, he pulled my briefs down off my cock, and told me to
lift my butt.  When I did, he stripped them off me, and threw them onto the
floor.  The thumping coming through the wall was the only sound, as we held
our breath until our ears were ringing.  He stripped his own briefs off,
and tossed them after mine, and we lay there, examining each other's
hardness.  Phil has a nicely proportioned uncut cock about eight and a half
inches.  His thickness is about the size of a healthy cucumber, and it was
worked with a river system of pulsing veins, that kept his stiffness well
supplied with blood.
	My dick, was almost as long, but actually bigger around than his.
My foreskin was chopped when I was born, and my cock appears naked compared
to his long piece of sex flesh.  He reached for my dick, and bent over me,
hiding what he was about to do with his head.  I felt his hand grip my
hardness, and he did something that sent a thrill through my body.  His
warm wet tongue licked up the length of my tool, and when he reached the
crown, he let his lips close over me, and he took the whole length of my
throbbing dick into his mouth.  He sucked me like that, gently for a few
minutes, with my toes curling and my stomach muscles trembling and
vibrating.  The only sound, was my gasps of pleasure, and the rhythmic
thump, thump, thump, coming through the wall.  He rose up on his knees, and
bent over my cock, and began increasing the suction on my shaft.  His head
was rocking faster and faster, until I thought the top of my head was about
to fly off.  Suddenly, my nut sack pulled up tight to my shaft, and his
palm enclosed my tightening nuts in warmness, and he squeezed.  The rocket
blast of cum that shot up my tube, was exquisitely painful, and I grimaced
as I shot clot after clot of thick cream into his throat.  He began to
slow, sucking more gently as I came off my sexual high.  Finally, he let my
softening member slip from his mouth.
	"How was that?"  He sat up, grinning at me.
	"Fantastic," I sighed, and looked at him dreamily.  "Will you teach
me to do that for you?"
	"When do you want to start classes?"  He chuckled, and I reached
for his bouncing cock.
	"No time like now," I said, running my tongue up his silken shaft
as he'd done mine.  I replayed his blowjob of me in my head, savoring every
movement and motion of his tongue, doing my best to reproduce the
sensations his mouth had given to me through my heated shaft.  It wasn't
long, before he was squirming under my ministrations and he grabbed my
head, and started humping his stiffness into my throat.  I gagged almost
immediately, and tried to pull off.  He told me to just totally relax my
throat, and let him show me how to take it deep.  His flaring head had long
since come through his prepuce, and he worked it careful past my esophagus,
and dragged it across my moaning voice box.  I couldn't believe the
sensations of his wonderful tool in my throat.  My cock was stiff again,
long before he made his body rigid, and I felt the stinging splat of his
sperm shooting against the back of my mouth.  I reveled in the spunky
flavor of his jism, and swallowed everything he had to offer.
	When he finished, and had gone soft again, he fished in his bag,
and brought out a box of condoms and a tube of lube.  He proceeded to dress
my shaking cock, and slick it down with lube.  Without knowing, I knew he
was going to take my virgin dick inside his body.  I was going to fuck my
Cousin.
	When he was ready, he positioned himself on his knees at the edge
of the bed, and told me to stand on the floor behind him.  He reached
through his legs, and took my stiffness in his hand and brought the head to
his hole.  The lightly furred pucker was winking at me, and he told me to
push in.  He described his feelings, telling me to go slow, so the pain of
entry would be minimized, and after I was resting in him totally, he told
me to be still.
	I stood, connected to my Cousin in a way I had never imagined
possible, and felt his ass muscles, contracting on my cock, he seemed to be
able to fuck me without me moving in him.  The feelings he was giving me
were incredible.  After a while, I couldn't hold back any longer, and began
to stroke into him.  Slowly at first, but finally butting his ass with my
hips, hard enough to drive him down onto his stomach.  I followed him down
onto the bed, fearing I'd lose contact with that wonderful hole I was
buried in.  As I fucked him hard, we both became aware our headboard was
thumping against the wall of the room, and the same thumping coming from
the other side was gradually matching our rhythm.  Before long, the
thumping reached a frantic pace, and suddenly my nuts squeezed tight in
their sack, and my body stiffened driving my cock into Phil to the hilt,
and I filled the condom with shot after shot of cream.  My ears were
ringing with lust, and when I became aware again of my surroundings, Phil
was thrashing and screaming into a pillow, and through the wall, some guy
was howling about cumming.
	When we could talk again, neither of us could speak.  We cooed at
each other, and stroked each other like puppies, and sighed a lot.  Later,
as we were drifting off to sleep, Phil wondered aloud about the guy next
door.
	"What do you mean?"
	"Do you realized that he fucked who ever he was fucking for over an
hour?  He's got some staying power.  I wouldn't mind having his dick up my
ass for an hour."
	"Aren't I enough for you," I joked.
	"I'm not saying you're not, but I'd still like to experience a fuck
that lasts an hour.  Wouldn't you?"
	"I don't know.  I've never been fucked."
	"We'll fix that right now," he said, tearing open another rubber
and rolling it down his stiff cock."  I grinned at him, and squeezed lube
out of the tube onto my fingers as I'd seen him do earlier.  I was learning
fast.  This was going to be one hell of a vacation, and I couldn't wait for
fall, when we had our own apartment to share.  Phil and I meant a lot to
each other all our lives, and now, we would mean even more.  He and I were
the same age, but he had the experience of the big city, where I only had
little Enid, Oklahoma under my belt.  He knew things that I'd never dreamed
about or even thought could exist, and the next morning, while I was still
snoring, he dressed and slipped out the door.
	I awoke sometime later, to a rhythmic thump, thump, thump, on the
wall, and wondered where Phil had gotten to.  I laid there for a while,
listening to the fuck next door, and then got up and took a long leisurely
shower in the tepid water we'd been warned about.
	When I came out, the fuck was still going on, but the thumping had
gotten more frantic, and I figured it was about over.  When they started to
cum, I knew instantly where Phil was, from his screams of ecstasy coming
through the wall.  At first I was hurt, but when he came back to our room a
few minutes later, he smiled when he saw I was awake.
	"That guy's got a dick this long," he said, marking a spot on his
arm near the elbow.  "You ought to go try it.  He asked about you.  He
heard us fucking last night.  I think he thought you were a girl.  Let's go
surprise him.  Something twitched in my ass, and I grinned at Phil and
followed him next door.  When the guy, who was sitting naked on the bed,
jacking on his huge cock, saw us, he grinned and reached for a rubber.
	"Sheeit," he said in a Texas drawl.  "'Nuther fuckin' faggot."