Date: Sun, 1 Jul 2012 04:23:50 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Country Cousin

			      COUNTRY COUSIN
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     I was home from another hard day at the office on a Friday night, worn
out from the job as usual and watching television for a couple of hours
before I crashed into bed. I'd sleep late on Saturday morning, then get up
and start enjoying my weekend well-rested and alert. For now, I was only a
half-lert, if you get the joke. A half-lert, half of a lert (alert), you
know the joke about being a "lert" and...ahhh, never mind!
     The knock at the door was enough to make me forget the joke even if
I'd thought of it back then, which I didn't. Probably a Jehovah's Witness,
they turn out in force on the weekends starting with Friday nights. But I
was too groggy to come up with a brilliant idea such as "pretend I'm not
home," so I got up and answered the door.
     What was at the door was NOT a Jehovah's witness. What was, was a guy
wearing (so help me, I'm telling you but the truth) bib-front overalls over
a checkered shirt rolled up to the elbows. Blond haired, taller than me by
about four inches (and I'm five foot eleven, not a shorty!), and muscled as
hell. His smile was broad and wholesome and he smelled vaguely of fresh-cut
hay.
     "Are you Edwin Tirridale?" he asked me.
     "That's me." I admitted irritably. "Now who are you?"
     "I'm John Tirridale!" he announced proudly. "I seen your name in the
telephone (he pronounced it "tell-ee-phone") book, I knowed you was
kinfolk! I'm your cousin!"
     "My cousin?" I was now both irritated and intrigued. "I don't know
you."
     "Well, there's a powerful lot of us back in the hills of Kentucky
("Kain-tuck-ee"), but we don't get around much, mostly. You know Martin
Tirridale?"
     "Uh...yeah." I admitted. "He's my grandfather's younger brother." I
had met Grand-uncle Martin back when I was a kid, but what little hair he
had that wasn't white had been a rather pale red.
     "Well, he's my grandfather." he announced proudly. "So you and me are
cousins!"
     I did some mental calculation, not the easiest thing when you're worn
out from a week's work in a busy office. "You're my third cousin." I
modified.
     "A cousin's a cousin, I always say. Anyhow, I was just visiting the
big city here for a couple of weeks and figured you wouldn't mind letting
me stay with you. After all, I'm family."
     I tell you for the umpteenth time here, I was sleepy and not thinking
all that clearly but I decided if he was a country cousin here on a visit,
I could certainly let him stay in my apartment for a week or so. My
grandparents including my Grand-uncle Martin had actually come from Kansas
far as I knew, but people move around the country, after all. And the
Tirridale name is unusual enough that I didn't question the relationship
claim, any Tirridale in the country was probably some kind of relative and
he wasn't claiming he was my long-lost brother here, just a third cousin.
     "All right, sure. Come on in." I gestured.
     He brought in a misshapen bundle I figured out was a multi-colored
quilt he'd tied around his clothing and other possessions. "Thank you
kindly, Cousin Ed." he said to me. "I won't be no bother to you. Matter of
fact, it took longer'n I expected to get here, so if you're all right for
now, I'll jest turn in."
     "All right." I said. "I'll bring you out a pillow for the couch."
     I walked into the bedroom, but when I turned around, John was standing
right behind me. "Uh, I was going to bring out the pillow." I said.
     "No need to do that." John said. "Bed's big enough for the both of
us. Unless you'n is bashful." His hands went to the buttons on his bib, his
side buttons were already undone on his overalls.
     "Me? No, no, I'm not...." And I stopped, because John had undone his
bib and was pulling down his overalls. He'd lost his shoes already (in the
living room, I found out the next day) and they went down and he was
wearing only his shirt which hung long enough to figleaf him, but not long
enough to hide that he wasn't wearing any underwear. His legs were thin and
hairy, the backs of the hips were almost concave. He stepped out of his
overalls and his hands went up to his shirt buttons.
     "Uh...aren't you going to put on some pajamas?" I asked.
     "Don't have none." he declared.
     "I have an extra pair that you can wear."
     He shook his head again. "Body's got to breathe at night, otherwise,
you'll get the crotch rot. That's what Grandpa Martin always told me, he
said, Johnny, you sleep like the Lord intended!"
     He was on his last button and I turned around so I would see him. Damn
it, he was family! Okay, maybe not close enough to be illegal, but even
so.... Damn it, it had been too long since I'd last played the old mattress
mambo with someone! And now I was going to be lying next to a big, naked,
nice-looking hunk??? What evil curse had fallen on me to do this to me, and
on a Friday night, no less! Damn it, I had learned to avoid everything on a
Friday night, I was burned out, rest, sleep, and THEN tackle on Saturday
afternoon any problems that had accumulated over the week! I wasn't READY
for this!
     I got undressed down to my briefs and then remembered my pajamas were
in the dresser on the other side of the room. I turned around and that took
in the bed and I goggled! John was in the bed, and naked, of course, but I
hadn't realized he hadn't bothered getting under the covers! He was laid
out like a blond smorgasbord of hot male man and his dong the crowning
centerpiece of edible delights, a thick banana standing among a bush of
blond-colored pubes.
     "Come on, shuck those things and get in." John said to me. "I'm
a'waiting for you."
     "Waiting for me?"
     "Sure, you can't go to sleep without the bedtime ritual, can you? Been
in the Tirridale family for generations, or more, we all got to do it."
     "Bedtime ritual?" I was stonkered on this! Maybe he wanted to pray or
something. "I don't know that one. I guess my family didn't bring it with
us out of Kentucky."
     "Oh." John frowned. "Well, no matter. It's just a little thing we do
at night to help us get a good night's sleep. I do it and I sleep like a
baby all night long, ever' time."
     "I could use a thing like that." I admitted. The trouble with a job
like mine it that it tends to come home with me, I spend my evenings
thinking over what I did, what I did wrong, what I didn't do I should have,
what I'd have to do when I got to the office again on Monday. And I wanted
John to feel at home, he was family, after all. A bit of prayer or
mediation could get my mind off that thick clamdigger he had standing at
full attention and apparently didn't know it.
     "Then get in here and we'll get started."
     "Okay." I agreed. "What's first?"
     He pointed. "You get rid of those pee-catchers you got on, Cousin Ed."
     I had to grin about that. "Fair enough, Cousin Johnny." I peeled them
off and was as naked as he was. "What do we do next?"
     "You got any hand lotion?"
     This one puzzled me. "Yeah. In the bathroom."
     "Could you fetch it in here, please?"
     "Sure." I padded into the bathroom and got the hand lotion. I took it
out, handed it to him and said, "What's this for?"
     "The rubbing part, of course." John replied as if it were
obvious. "Now, get in bed with me."
     I got in bed and he said, "Here's your lotion." I opened my hand and
he squirted a liberal portion into my palm, and then more into his own.
     "Okay." I said. "I got my lotion. What do I do with it?"
     "If you're by yourself, you use it on yourself. Otherwise, when you're
with someone, you use it on them."
     "How?"
     "Like this." And John reached down and grabbed my cock and his palm
smeared the lotion over it, his hand moved to spread it over his palm and
my shaft simultaneously, and then he had me hard and fully in hand and
lubed and he began to move his hand up and down, the lotion making it move
slickly over and up and back and down again.
     "Ah, ah, man!" I gasped.
     "You're supposed to do me, too." John reminded me.
     "Oh! Right!" I groaned. Remember, I was tired from the work week, and
I just hadn't thought about this, I certainly hadn't gotten into bed
expecting to find a revered family ritual was really a classic case of
grab-dick! Well, with lotion.
     I began to whomp on John's pud and he gave an approving groan. "Yeah,
Cousin Ed, that's got the old motor a'humming! How about you?"
     "Yeah, I'm a'humming, too!" I agreed.
     "Then we're ready for the next part of it."
     "Okay." I said, and made a face. "But I don't like the taste of hand
lotion. I have some other lube I use if I'm going to have sex with
someone."
     "Sex? Who said anything about sex?" John was genuinely bewildered with
me.
     "But...we were...I thought...." Man, I really shouldn't be facing this
with my Friday blahs holding me down! It's like I was fighting a battle of
wits, and me only a half-wit!
     "Man, I'm talking about some relaxation here!"
     "I'm sorry, John, I'm sorry!" I apologized sincerely. "I
misunderstood. I'm not familiar with the ritual, okay? I misread the
signals."
     "Well...I reckon I can see how you might have thought that. But
anyway, let's get on with it."
     "All right."
     A much more liberal portion of lotion was squirted into John's palm
and he applied it to my abdomen above my cock, even into my pubic bush. He
did the same to his own.
     "I don't see how this is going to work." I admitted. "I thought it was
going to involve rubbing out tension, massage or something."
     "Yeah, or something." Cousin John crawled over on all fours until he
was over me, and then he lowered his body so that his cock rested on my
abdomen on the lotion-coated part, and mine was pressed against his the
same way. "Now we rub out the tension."
     John began to rub back and forth on me and I groaned anew. The lotion
made our bodies into gigantic hands that were stroking our puds, all
slippery and smooth and my cock was rolling around on John's stomach, my
cockskin sliding up and down on my shaft with every motion of John's body.
     "Oh, oh, oh, oh!" I groaned. "Man, I'm close to coming!"
     "All that old tension's building up in one place, ain't it? John
said. "For me, too, I'm a'rising to the occasion, you could say."
     "I'd say that and then some." I moaned. "I'm about to squirt, am I
supposed to, I mean, it's okay if I do?"
     "Not yet. We got one more thing to do for each other."
     "Oh, God!" I groaned. "I can't hold out much longer. Please, Cousin,
if you let me do it now, tomorrow, I'll wait long as you want! I just...I
got so much tension here!" And I did, too, the work tension was a bear and
it had sort of converted into my cock's wanting to blast a load.
     "Okay, I'll take care of you first, and then you can take care of me."
     "Sure, sure, anything!" I gasped.
     "All right then." And John slid up and over to where he was on his
knees and sitting on my stomach. And my cock was now lubed up enough that
when he pushed back and his asshole found my glans, it fit without any
problem at all!
     "Oh, God!" I moaned as that warm hole closed around my shaft and began
worming its way down my length. "Oh, Jesus, I'm going to explode, I can't
wait, I can't!"
     "Don't fight it." John advised. "Just let it go. All at once."
     And I did, I let my climax take me and I got out only a single short
groan, "AH-GAHHHHHH!" and I was done, my prick ejaculated my wads up into
John in a gushing frenzy that felt like I was pouring out all my innards up
into his ass and not just a heavy jizz-load.
     I felt the spunk rush up into him and then run back down again, his
ass made a "squelch-squelch-squelch" sound as he continued to bounce up and
down, wringing every ounce of joy out of my prong and me moaning under him,
and only when I was fully done and silent did he stop moving.
     "There you go, all relaxed now, ain't you?" he asked me. "Ready to
sleep, huh?"
     "Yeah, oh, yeah!" I sighed blissfully.
     "I'll make this quick as I can." John said and his legs worked to
where they were inside mine, his hands pulled my legs up and I sleepily
watched him maneuver to where he could cram his dong inside me. Right then,
he could have been wielding a cock the size of a baseball bat and I
wouldn't have raised a sound of protest.
     But the lotion made the motion just as smooth as the ocean. Sorry
about that. John's dong slid into me and it felt right, really right. John
raised his head, closing his eyes in bliss, and then he began to fuck
me. Not rough, not hard, but he made the dong slip in and out of me and as
he promised, he was soon panting hard, he leaned down and took me in his
arms, my cock touched that lubed-up area on his stomach and his movements
rolled my cock on him and I felt a small surge of pleasure anew and that
made John's climax a point of tiny victory for me as well, he groaned and
his face flushed bright red and he plunged into me deep and I felt his load
pump into me, far too deep to ever, ever drip out like mine had on him.
     "Huh! Huh! Huh! Huh! Hoo-boy!" he gasped at last into my ear and he
rose up. "That sure makes it easy for a fellow to sleep now, don't it?"
     "I'll say!" I smiled up at him.
     "Then let's get these covers up and we'll catch us some Z's." John
said. I cooperated with him and when we were covered up and John was
securely snuggled up against me, I let sleep take me.
     And my country cousin was right. I slept like a baby, all night
long. I was going to have to make my Cousin John's bedtime rubbings an
every-night ritual myself!

				  THE END
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