Date: Sat, 13 Nov 2010 11:57:06 -0800 (PST)
From: John Likeness <thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com>
Subject: Army Brats

All the usual disclaimers apply—if you are too young, leave now and come
back when you're legal; if this kind of story is illegal where you live, I
feel sorry for you so, move to a more sensible place, come back to Nifty
and read there. This story, alas, is 100% pure fantasy; I hope you enjoy
the story.


"Hey Markey," Aaron whispered hoarsely, "You awake?" and after a pause a
more insistent whisper, "Markey, dude wake up!"

At this point, Aaron in exasperation reached out and yanked his younger
cousin's pillow out from under his head. He'd woken up around 2am with an
achingly hard dick, and a good idea of how to get rid of it.

"Hey!" Mark snapped.

Immediately Aaron started shushing and soothing Mark.

"Sssh, c'mon dude it's okay," Aaron whispered softly then, after the barest
pause,

"I wanna play like we used to." Mark and Aaron had played with each others
"wieners" and butts for as long as Mark could remember; their fathers were
twin brothers who were Army officers who, until Mark turned nine were often
stationed at the same duty station; at that point they'd both achieved
senior enough rank that it was difficult for them to be posted
together—there are, after all, only so many brigades in a division, and
lately many have been "up-graded" to brigadier general slots—but at
major commands, like their current posting, there was space for two very
senior colonels; Mark's dad had been in a staff position for the last seven
months; Aaron had just arrived that day and would be staying with them for
about a month; his parents would officially PCS about then and Aaron would
move to their senior officer housing. Mark and Aaron hadn't seen each other
for a bit over four years—during their last few "play" sessions; Markey
had delighted in making his older and totally cool cousin shoot stuff from
his wiener. In the present, Aaron had several other ideas along those same
lines.

"C'mon Markey, wake up I wanna play," Aaron all but whined.

At that Mark came fully alert and regarded his cousin, in the gloomy light
from the lamppost across the street. What he saw was a stunning 16 y/o; he
was 5' 9" tall and around 145lbs and bi-racial (his mother was black and an
Army nurse, and his father was Mark's own father's twin brother) with milk
chocolate skin, and longish straight brown/auburn hair. His face was a
pleasing amalgam of his mother's Diahann Carroll elegant features, and his
father's green eyes and expressiveness (Uncle Mark could have been a silent
movie actor). He stood shirtless; his absolutely smooth chest and abs were
just beginning to show the definition bought by several hours a week in the
gym; when Mark saw a long tube in Aaron's boxer briefs almost reaching his
left hip, his own slim almost 5 inches immediately went full bone; he had
noticed earlier when Aaron had arrived that his cousin had a gorgeous round
firm boy butt, and legs to match. Not an ounce of body could be found
anywhere on that chocolate body. Mark's gaze was fixed on the long tube in
Aaron's drawers. Seeing that Aaron responded by reaching in and flipping an
impressive almost 8" of circumcised chocolate bar and his drawn up nut sac
over the waistband. As he gave it a stroke, he said,

"You like how much it's grown since the last time we played?"

By way of response, Mark reached out and took it into his hand and stroked
it and pulled his cousin toward him. To Aaron's pleasant surprise, Mark
took his cousin's very hard dick into his mouth and began to slurp lick and
bob on it. Aaron's hands naturally dropped to his cousin's head and stroked
his short red hair, and gently encouraged his ministrations as the boy
slipped from his dick to take the hairless nut sac into his mouth and also
lick and suck Aaron's perineum and nip down the inside of his thighs. Aaron
pushed his briefs down and off as Mark returned to sucking his dick; he
leaned over and pushed the bedclothes off of his cute younger cousin.

Mark had turned 13 the month before and was tall for his age at 5' 5"; at
about 100 lbs. he still carried baby fat, but was naturally strong; had he
allowed his hair to grow out, it would have been a strawberry blond afro,
with freckles over a peaches and cream complexion; he looked very much like
Johnny Whitaker in Tom Sawyer; he was proud of the bright red wreath of
hair at the base of boyhood (he was the first in his gym class to `get
hairs') his body had no definition, but Aaron liked the smooth pale skin
and the promise in the front of the briefs. Just like Mark, Aaron had
noticed the gorgeous round boy butt and sturdy legs of his cousin; he
imagined how those legs would feel on his shoulders or around his waist and
how that butt would feel wrapped around his dick, and he was determined to
find out. In the meantime though, Mark was doing a masterful job of sucking
his dick.

"Whoa," Aaron said as he pulled his cock away from Mark's mouth. "Where'd
you learn that shit?"

"Did you like it? Did I do it right?"

"You're doing great—who taught you how to do it?"

"I stayed over at a friend's house one time," Mark babbled rapidly, "and
his older brother made us do it to him. Robbie hated it, but I liked it, so
I let Bobby know I wanted to do it more. He started coming over to our
place almost every day right after Mom left for the hospital (she was also
a nurse) and before Dad got home from work; so I'd practice with him for
almost three hours . . ." he trailed off for a moment, but before Aaron
could ask Mark volunteered, "They PCS'd about a month ago; when school let
out."

"Was his dick as big as mine?" Aaron asked.

"No yours is way bigger—longer and bigger around."

"Did he fuck your butt?" Aaron asked after a pause.

"Yeah," Mark responded, "we did that almost everyday."

"Did you like it?"

"Yeah, I loved it after the first few times."

"Can I fuck your butt Markey?" Aaron asked.

"On two conditions," Mark responded, "first get the lotion from my bath
room."

Aaron nodded and gestured for Mark to continue.

"And second," Mark said solemnly, "STOP CALLING ME MARKEY! PUH-LEASE!"

"Okay," Aaron chuckled and ducked to the bath to retrieve the lotion.

Mark got out of bed and got a large bath towel out of his cubby and spread
it on the bed—he'd found out about how certain messes can be made by two
boys in the throes of passion—he'd also gotten a crash course in how to
do laundry. He'd also discovered that it takes cum quite a while to dry up
and for its distinctive smell to dissipate; keep the mess all in one
place. Mark then took his underwear off and put them on the shelf above his
headboard; he lay back down then with his legs spread wide, just as Aaron
returned to the bed and positioned himself kneeling between his cousin's
legs. Aaron squirted out some lotion and smoothed it onto his boy butt
rammer; Mark carefully lubed his hole and began relaxing it automatically.

"Ready?" Aaron asked.

"Go for it," Mark responded, "fuck me."

Aaron pressed the head of his cock against Mark's tight ring, popped
through the elastic resistance and slid in all the way to his pubes in one
go. Mark gasped loudly; luckily, the way the house was arranged, they were
upstairs and the width of the house away from his parent's bedroom. Still,
as a precaution, Mark grabbed Aaron's underwear from the edge of the bed
and stuck them crotch first into his mouth. Then Aaron started pumping his
little cousin's tight bung, and Mark started stroking his little wiener
like he was sanding a railroad spike. After a few more strokes, Aaron
pulled out and said,

"Roll over onto your knees please."

Dutifully Mark complied. Aaron plunged back in and began fucking in
earnest; Mark had never let up pulling his pud and could feel his orgasm
building (he'd avidly searched the internet for information on gay sex soon
after Bobby had started fucking him; he'd learned how to hold off his nut
and how to edge himself when jerking off; whether oral or anal, Bobby could
only last about 10 minutes max. and he was not interested in getting his
little fuck buddy off, so Mark learned to get himself off). Mark could feel
his nut building up and spit out the drawers in his mouth to say so, when
Aaron slammed into him as deep as he could and groaned and cursed softly as
he unloaded deep in his cousin's bowels. Mark, figuring no help was coming
redoubled his pace; to his complete amazement, Aaron pushed his hand away
from his prong, pulled out and flopped Mark over on his back and engulfed
his rampant dick—no one had ever so much as touched Mark's dick before,
let alone sucked it—almost immediately he shot, almost painfully hard,
into his cousin's waiting mouth.

"Gods that was so hot," Mark whispered sharply. He wanted to howl, but
restrained himself.

Both boys gasped like fish in the bottom of a boat. They cuddled briefly
then both felt those post-sex needs urgently. Mark let Aaron go first, he
peed and washed his wilted rod off carefully (having a mother for a nurse
can create healthy habits), At the bathroom door, Aaron did something else
no one had ever done to Mark; he ducked his head down and kissed his cousin
and slipped his tongue briefly into his mouth, Mark didn't know quite how
to respond, but he knew he liked it and responded in kind. He then went
into the bath and cleaned up; by the time Mark returned to the room Aaron
was in his bed already asleep. Mark returned to his bed, as he lay there,
he reran what had just happened in his head; he grew so excited that he
wound up whacking himself off again before he fell asleep.

Mark awoke to the sound of his mother's voice and the rosy glow of dawn.

"Mark," she hummed, "Mark, you have to wake up please."

"I'm awake Ma," Marked yawned.

"I've got to go into work—the whole post is on alert—I don't know
what's going on, but you and Aaron will have to fend for yourselves for at
least a couple of hours."

"We'll be fine Ma, we're Army brats after all."

"Okay," she said, "be a good host and entertain your cousin while I'm
gone."

"No worries, I'll take care of him, Ma," Mark replied with a huge yawn and
stretch.

His mother leaned down and smooched on the top of his head and was gone. In
less than a minute, Mark heard the door to the garage shut, the garage door
open and the car take off. Mark got up out of bed and padded to the kitchen
and got a drink of OJ and headed back his room; he used the hall toilet on
the way back. As he reached his door he heard the toilet in his bathroom
flush; as he entered the room he saw Aaron standing gloriously naked in the
middle of the room with eight inches of pleasure very hard and very ready.

"Well cousin," he said as he wagged his bone, "entertain me."

Mark smiled, dropped to his knees and knee walked to Aaron, removing his
briefs on the way.

I'll break the story off here. I think there is one more chapter to this
one; Aaron's back story should be told and we'll see where it goes from
there. Let me know what you think. As always, questions, comments and
criticism are welcome send them to John at
thelilghost06_nthesarge@yahoo.com Hope I hear from you soon. John