Date: Fri, 9 Oct 2009 15:16:01 -0700 (PDT) From: R Ranger Subject: Christmas Cocks Chapter 21 Decisions Warning! This story is a work of fiction and was written for the purpose of pure entertainment. The story contains sexually explicit behavior between consenting male cousins. If you are not of legal age to read such material or are offended by this type of writing do not read any further. To contact the author cut and paste the following e-mail address making appropriate corrections: E-mail: bn2rumpranger "at" yahoo "dot" com Subject line: Christmas 2008. Christmas Cocks By The Rumpranger Chapter 21: Decisions I rolled over that Sunday September morning kissing Mike on the nipple at the same time reaching down to stroke his seven inches of hard man meat. I began lightly biting and sucking on the hard nipple closest to me. With the erect nub between my lips and teeth my tongue was flicking the top of the nipple, drawing squirms and moans beneath my touches. I released the nipple and began a stealthy turn, low crawling down Mike's body towards the objective: his manhood that was standing at attention. As if a Leopard approaching its prey once I reached the objective I grasp the base of Mike's pole with one hand saluting it with the other before devouring the prominent purplish colored cockhead. I rose up planting my knees on the bed next to Mike's body with my face hovering over his crotch. With my left hand I began pushing his throbbing member down and away; with the other hand supporting my upper body my nose found its way into Mike's tight black curly bush. My nose began rooting around in the rich undergrowth at the base of the big fur flourishing from the forest floor. My nose was working around in the underbrush of Mike's crotch as I was inhaling his manly aroma. I felt Mike's hands come to life lifting, guiding me over his face where he could get to the tree growing from my forest. My mouth was watering, flowing with saliva as I engulfed Mike's crimson cockhead. My tongue began circling the coronal ring before my tongue found his urethral opening so I might taste his honey. This was our ritual to start each day. Sometimes we would blow each other in bed and others we would do it in the shower. Every morning we would attempt to suck each other to fruition and then get up shower, shave and get ready for a new day. This Sunday morning was no different. Once we polished each other off we got up to do our domestic chores. Generally, we showered together. There were two sinks in the master bedroom suite so we could both shave and brush our teeth at the same time. Next, depending upon the day we got dressed in the uniform of the day or civilian clothing. My job was to make the coffee and pour the V-8 juice while Mike cleaned up the bathroom. On Tuesday, Thursday and if possible Saturdays we ran five miles each morning. On Monday, Wednesday and Friday we hit the gym on base in the afternoon. Sunday was a day of rest. Although Sunday was a day of rest we both had a ton of work for school to get done on that day. I had a paper to write for my Baylor class and Mike had a big test to study for; thus, Mike had a study group to meet with until the afternoon while I stayed in the apartment writing. What we both wanted to do was spend the day in bed with each other, but that wasn't happening this Sunday. When we got back together later on in the day I knew I was going to broach the subject of our holiday plans with Mike. Mike's family wanted us for Thanks Giving festivities at the ranch. We'd already been told, barring something unforeseen, that Thanks Giving was going to be a four-day weekend at Fort Sam. I wanted to attend with Mike, but as far as Christmas I wanted to try to make it back to Illinois to spend the Christmas holidays with my Aunt Alice, Uncle Jack, Danny and Timmy as well as the other aunts, uncles and cousins. I was pretty sure that Mom and Dad would be attending the holiday festivities this year. I wanted to invite Mike, but I didn't know how to introduce him or whether he would be welcome at a family Christmas gathering. Danny had written to me earlier in the month, stating that he would be close to finishing his Army Basic and AIT program at Fort Benning by Christmas and had been told he would be receiving at least two possibly three weeks leave prior to returning to Benning for Jump School and Sniper School. Danny didn't have a report date for either school. Because of his scores in BCT and AIT he'd been chosen for Sniper School and he'd volunteered for Jump school. Danny had gone all the way, volunteering for the Army Ranger program just as he said he would almost a year ago. Once he finished Jump School and Sniper School he would be assigned to one of the Ranger battalions where he'd train and wait for an opening to attend Ranger School, back at Fort Benning. I'd given some thought to volunteering for the Rangers after completing my advance medical school training, but that would be next year before I'd be eligible. My train of thought was broken by the phone ringing. I answered and it was Mike's Mom. I told her that Mike had left for his study group, but that I would have him call as soon as he returned. She asked if I would be coming for Thanks Giving. I gave her an affirmative answer. Then she wanted to know about Christmas. I explained to her about my family and my cousin Danny being home from Fort Benning at Christmas. She understood. Mid afternoon Mike entered. I told him about his Mom calling and our conversation. He immediately picked up the phone to call her back. After he finished the conversation with his Mom I asked, "What are your plans for Christmas?" "Probably spend it at the ranch. Maybe take some leave time. What about you?" "I'd like to take some leave time and go to Illinois for Christmas. My Cousin Danny will be home from Benning for the holiday. Do you think you might like to join me?" I still hadn't told Mike about last year's sex marathon with my cousins. I knew the Christmas thing was going to be hard on Mike. He was a momma's boy and very family oriented. His mother and sister had told me how they worried about Miguel throughout both combat deployments and became very distraught when he'd been wounded. But the family had resigned themselves to the fact that Mike was going to be a career soldier. Mike's long-term goal was to become a Physicians Assistant or a doctor. That is basically why we were both attending Baylor during our off duty hours. When needed the Army let its soldiers off during duty hours to attend lectures or take tests. The Army was very good about letting medical trainees and permanent party attend classes that complimented the field soldiers worked. My paper was done and ready to turn-in. Mike felt confident that he was ready for his big test, so we thought we go get a good Sunday dinner before returning to the apartment for some sex.