Date: Tue, 25 Jan 2000 07:30:49 +0000
From: noughteboy@yahoo.com
Subject: "Cousin Dan" by Naughteboy. (Gay Male/Authoritarian)

I was 16 the summer Dan came to stay with us. He had just
finished basic training to become a police officer and his first
posting was to our small town. My folks insisted he stay with us
until he found a place of his own.

Dan was 23 years old. He was real masculine but friendly. I felt
like a naive young boy when my big butch cousin was around.
At night in bed, my hand stroked my hard cock. The picture which
flashed into my mind when I ejacqulated was of Dan's handsome,
manly face. I knew from an early age that I was gay. It was the
core of my being but I did wonder how I'd survive in an adult
world which seemed overwhelmingly straight.

After a month or so Dan found a secluded, furnished house of his
own. I helped him move in. My cousin had few posessions so that
didn't take long. Afterwards he gave me a can of Fanta and told me
to relax while he showered and changed.

When he came back into the living room I was impressed by how
masculine he looked in his uniform. Dan looped his thick, Police
issue leather belt with a 'snap!' that made me shiver.

"What's wrong, Greg?" my cousin sounded concerned. "You cold?"

I looked up at him. "No, I'm fine", I replied, "It's just that belt
reminded me of the hidings I used to get from my old man".

Dan stared at me: "Uncle Colin? He gives you belt lickings?"

"Not any more", I said hastily: "Not since I turned 13".

"You got it on the bare behind?" my cousin asked.

"Yeah". I felt myself blushing.

My cousin whistled and said softly: "Well I'll be damned".

"Most boys get hidings", I said defensively.

"I know", replied Dan. "My old man tanned my hide until I was 19".

Now I was having trouble picturing kindly Uncle Jack leathering
Dan's muscular buttocks.

"Why did your Dad stop the hidings when you were only 13?" my
cousin asked.

"Well", I replied, "Reckon he thought I was old enough to take
responsibility for my own actions. Funny thing though, I still kind
of miss them".

There was a long silence and then Dan said softly: "I'll give you
one if you want".

This was not about punishment but a surrogate sexual act between
two males. I knew that and understood where the need came from.
A hiding was the most intimate thing to happen to me during my
early years. Dan's offer was irresistible and I shyly nodded my
head.

My cousin walked with me through to the bedroom. He watched as
I removed my shorts and underpants. He placed two pillows on the
bed and I positioned myself on top of them. It was like a dream.

Thwack! The heavy leather cracked across my upturned mounds.
A broad river of pain snaked around those twin-orbs. Again
and again that belt made contact with its small target. The hurt was
fierce yet I kept pushing my bum back up, ready to take another
one. Dan increased the force and soon I was yelling after each
hard lick.

The hiding was severe and now I just lay there wondering how I
could possibly endure any more. Dan was like a man possessed -
putting all his energy into thrashing his younger cousin's rump.
Then, to my great surprise and relief, the savage pain turned to
exquisite pleasure. The assault on my rear increased but each
fresh lick just radiated a sensual feeling from my red-hot bottom
to the tip of my rock-hard cock. For some minutes I experienced a
mind-blowing, continuous orgasm. When I finally erupted it was the
best sensation, ever.

The punishment stopped and I got off the bed, rubbing my
throbbing backside. I was horrified to see Dan inspecting the
tell-tale stains I had just deposited on his bed-spread. I was
mightily relieved when he told me the same thing used to happen
to him when he got a hiding.

Dan fondled my very tender behind. Then, without a word needing
to be spoken we were both on the bed, naked. Soon, our flesh was
joined in the most intimate way two males can ever be together.

Later, we threw that stained bedspread into the washer. That was
the first of many sessions so it was nearly always in the wash!
Sometimes the belt was replaced by a real school cane which
really tortured my bum. Afterwards I knelt on the bed for Dan.
He took his time. The fucking was tender - in contrast to the hiding
which always preceeded it. His big cock swollen inside me.
He pumped slowly, his hot breath brushed the hairs on the back of
my neck. It was many minutes before his cock erupted and injected
a big load of his manly protein up my tight boy chute.

Cousin Dan taught me much about pleasure, pain, intimacy and
submission. He also showed by example how to be your own man.
He was an openly gay police officer in a very conservative force.
My Dan gave his life in the line of duty. Twenty years on, I still
miss him  ...

(A work of fiction. No resemblence to any living person intended
or implied.  Email welcome: noughteboy@yahoo.com)