Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2016 18:42:12 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Cousin Gary Ch. 1

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Cousin Gary
(Big C, Lil' Cuz)
by Jon Hold
Copyright © 2012, 2015
jonhold@earthlink.net



Chapter 1




He was my first cousin, my father's brother's son, and he was only two
hours older than me. But he was huge. At least a foot taller than me with
muscles everywhere. I felt really intimidated.

After school let out I was at loose ends and not really interested in
working or supporting myself. I also started hanging out with what my
father called, "The wrong crowd." Looking back I can see that all I did was
give those punks the control over me that I refused to allow my father to
exercise. The second time he had to come down to the police station to
redeem me I figured that he was going to kill me. Instead, he never said a
thing. His silence hurt worse than a beating. I could tell that he was
really disappointed in me, but still willing to give me the space and
personal freedom to grow up.

Two days later he came into my bedroom and still without talking to me,
helped me pack one suitcase with the basic necessities. A short, quiet ride
in his new pick-up and we were at the small train station our town
boasted. We waited in silence for maybe ten minutes and a passenger train
pulled in and stopped, a rare occurrence. Dad handed me an envelope and
shook my hand. Then he looked at me with this sad, sad look in his eyes,
turned around and walked away.

My heart hurt. I looked into the envelope. A train ticket to a small
Montana town and five twenty dollar bills. A lot of money back then. Tears
welled up in my eyes. Struggling for control, I went into the doorway where
the conductor was waiting and up the stairs into the sleeper car.

Two days later I walked onto an empty station platform not knowing what to
do. The sun was barely up and it was freezing cold. A dark form stirred on
a dark bench and eerily moved towards me.

"Cory?"

I peered into the darkness surrounding the hulking form.

"Gary?"

I could hear the happy tone in his deep rumbling voice, "Cory. You little
runt. It's good to see you again."

I just looked up and up and even further up as he got nearer to me. "Damn!
Is all of that you, Gary?"

He laughed. A happy, unrestrained, unforced sound. The last time we'd seen
each other we'd been twelve and inseparable. Gary and his dad came to live
with us that summer and Gary and I had a Huckleberry Finn, Tom Sawyer time
with life. Barefoot and fishing with cane poles. Wandering wherever our
twelve year old imaginations lead us. Swimming naked and exploring the
burgeoning sexuality of our hairless bodies. We were like brothers and when
they had to leave I was devastated. Half of me had been ripped out of my
soul and I was bleeding. I think my Dad understood, and he tried to
help. He did help, but I missed Gary something awful. Now he was here in
front of me again.

Throwing my arms around him I squealed, "Gary!!!"

Patting my back and knuckling my burr cut head he laughed a warm, deep
welcome. "Hey, runt. I'm glad to see you too. Dad said to pick you up and
bring you home."

"How long you been waiting?"

"Well, there was a party after school last night, but when the beer ran out
I came down here and caught some Z's."

"You waited for me all night in this cold?"

"Ain't no big deal, Lil' Cuz."

That's what he'd always called me. And I called him "Big C". And he'd
waited up all night for me. In freezing weather. I about started crying,
feeling that pain in my chest same as when Dad left me standing alone on
that far away train platform... Realizing what it must look like, two boys
hugging right out in the open, I stepped back and pushed away from Gary,
looking around to see if anyone had noticed. Gary sort of cleared his
throat and straightened up, taking a quick look around himself. There
wasn't anyone in sight.

Gary threw my stuff in the back of a beat-up old pick-up truck and roared
off up a narrow paved road that soon turned to gravel and dirt. Twenty
miles and a couple of turns later a sign over the top of the dusty road
read, "JT Ranch, Prime Charolais and Hereford, Insemination Services
Available." I looked at Gary's basket, a very obvious display that I'd been
trying to ignore, and wondered just who did the inseminating. That caused
me to start boning up. Gary just laughed when he noticed and groped
himself, rearranging his goodies for comfort. I adjusted myself and let
Gary watch. We drove on in companionable silence.

Another thirty miles went by before the ranch buildings appeared. I'd been
wondering where the hell Gary was taking me. "You guys really enjoy your
privacy, don't you!"

Gary just laughed and pulled in behind a big white house. He grabbed my
suitcase and lead me up the stairs and onto the screened-in porch. Gary's
back was a perfect "V" from his wide shoulders, down his hard muscled
sides, through his narrow waist, and then ending in the tight crack between
his beautiful hard buns. I'd never seen a boy as hot as my Cousin Gary and
I was going on the rail just as Gary's dad, my Uncle Jim came out of the
house to greet me. He noticed the arch down my leg and just
grinned. Putting his arms out he engulfed me in a huge bear hug from a huge
bear as I ran and jumped into his powerful arms. God! the smell of him was
glorious. Hairy arms and hair pouring out over the top of his t-shirt. His
hug slung me around from the floor as if I were still twelve years old. My
boner went from excited to totally inflamed. He had to feel it poking him
through my Levis', but he just gave me a big lip-smacking kiss before
setting me back down on my wobbly legs and swatting my ass to head me into
the kitchen of their huge home.

"Breakfast is just about ready, boys. Gary, show your cousin where to wash
up and don't waste any time. We've got a lot to do today."

Gary hustled me down the hallway and into a really big bathroom. He whipped
out his dick and started pissing, sighing in relief. We'd gotten in the
habit of using the bathroom together when we were twelve and I guess Gary
just didn't see any reason to change.  Or, maybe, like me, he was hoping
that there hadn't been any change. He looked back over his shoulder at
me. I was hanging back and he grinned. "You better piss, Lil' Cuz, or that
boner ain't never going away!"

His laughter encouraged me and I unbuttoned my Levis', from the top as Gary
had taught me years ago, and laid the flaps wide open. I worked my boner
through the opening in my Jockey shorts but there was no way I was going to
get piss through that thing, especially with Gary watching. His flow
stopped and, when I looked, he was fisting a huge boner. "We'd better whip
off a quick load or we're never going to make it through the day." he said,
a gleam in his eye. Turning so our dicks pointed at the bowl, avoiding each
others gaze by staring at each others boner and flashing hand as we whacked
our cocks together. We both groaned at the same time and started shooting
great wads of cum into the toilet bowl. Gary put his arm over my shoulder
and I put my arm around his waist and leaned into his side. He was left
handed and I was right handed and everything always worked out smoothly for
us because of that. We groaned and stretched and shuddered together as we
came and then started laughing, mostly in relief I think, but then I
started pissing while I was still spurting and Gary just cracked up. I'd
never been able to resist Big C's laughter and started laughing myself.

"You boys quit jerkin' off in there and get a move on!" Uncle Jim yelled
from the kitchen.

Big C and I tried to hold it in, but then we looked at each other and just
busted out laughing, totally out of control. If only Uncle Jim knew how
truthful he'd been (and now, years later, I wonder if he didn't know
EXACTLY what was going on one thin wall away).

"Come on. Put that thing away. If Dad has to come get us he'll bust our
butts for sure!"

We quickly buttoned our pants and washed our hands. Big C saved time by
standing behind me so we could wash our hands together, which ended up
being four hands trying to wash each other while we giggled and laughed.

WHACK!!!

Big C jumped and hollered.

WHACK!!!

The second swing of Uncle Jim's spatula landed on my ass and I jumped even
higher than Big C had, splattering water all over myself, Big C, Uncle Jim
and a good portion of the bathroom.

"Clean this mess up and get to the kitchen or I'm throwing your breakfast
to the pigs!" grumbled Uncle Jim.

We mopped up the mess really quickly, somewhat unsuccessfully trying to not
laugh. Big C patted my butt. "Sting?"

"Naw. Not really," I said, patting Big C's butt. "You?"

"Naw. Papa ain't nearly as mean as he'd like everyone to think. Let's go
eat."

Running, laughing, pushing each other and getting caught in the doorway, we
pelted into a teenagers dream. More good food than we could possibly eat,
even so, we did try to clear the table. Uncle Jim watched us sitting
side-by-side, poking and prodding each other while we stoked away the
calories.

When we finally couldn't eat another bite, Uncle Jim got up and told us to
go start the chores, that he'd do the dishes and be down in a bit. I
offered to do the dishes and Uncle Jim's eyes got big. "Well, I never heard
that from no one else in this house!" he said, glaring at Big C, who just
laughed, grabbed my hand and ran for the barn with me in tow.

Big C handed me a basket and told me to collect the eggs while he started
the milking. I took the basket and headed for the chicken coup. To make a
painful story brief, Big C finally noticed the uproar the chickens were
making and came to their rescue. Seems like I was trying to take eggs from
the broody hens and I was putting the eggs on top of the split grain that I
was supposed to have scattered for the chickens breakfast and to keep them
occupied while I took their eggs. Big C got things sorted out, though a
couple of the broody hens never did trust me after that.

Somewhat subdued, I followed Big C back to the barn where it only took him
a second to figure out that I had NO idea how to milk a cow. He just
laughed and was very patient showing me how to milk a cow. Once I had the
idea and could actually get milk out of the teats and into the bucket, Big
C introduced me to Sally, a doe-eyed Jersey who was totally peaceful and
forgiving, lucky for me. He finished milking the other three cows, telling
me that all four usually didn't give milk at the same time. Then he came
over to help me finish Sally.

Squatting beside me, Big C put his arm around my bent shoulders and looked
into the bucket. "Hey! You're doing really good, Lil' Cuz. You just about
got her. You ever have milk direct from the source before?"

I shook my head, "Naw. You mean..."

"Yeah. Suck it straight from the tit." He demonstrated by leaning forward,
putting one of Sally's teats in his mouth and sucking deeply several
times. "Ahhhh! Good! Try it, you'll like it, I guar-enn-tee!"

I almost cried, hearing Big C's favorite line from when we were 12 and best
friends. "I guar-enn-tee it!"

It seemed... nasty... odd... I didn't know for sure, but not quite normal
for sure. Big C didn't hesitate. He moved around and put his weight on my
back so he could use his hands to guide me down and help get one of the
cow's four teats into my mouth, still covered with spit, it was the same
one he'd just sucked on. I had a boner instantly. Big C gently held my lips
around the teat and stroked my throat , urging me to suck. As soon as I
started sucking he started talking softly, coaxingly, telling me I was
doing good and didn't it taste great? I wasn't sure about the taste. I felt
warm flesh filling my mouth and an unending supply of hot white fluid
flowing into my mouth and down my throat as I suckled. I felt the heat of
Big C on my back and something full and hard pushing against the crack of
my ass. I felt Big C's hands caressing me, holding me, guiding me ever
further into pleasure and an animal lust. Holding my lips around the teat
he licked away the line of milk that had collected between my lips and the
teat. I heard him praising me and urging me on to ever more active and deep
sucking. Holding me, grinding his crotch into my tightly covered ass, the
thick column of his pecker steamrolling my ass, he whispered in my ear,
"Ain't that great?" All I could do was moan my agreement and spooge in my
pants.

Big C noticed my trembling and shaking and how my breathing changed. He
ground hard against me three times and then started holding me tightly and
hunching into my ass. I knew the he was cumming and started shooting even
harder, trying to suck the tit right off that cow. She just moo'ed in
satisfaction.

I was squished down under Big C's weight. Elbows and forearms on the loamy
warm ground under my chest. My legs folded, shins to ground, thighs to my
belly. Big C's body resting limp on my back. I felt totally content,
totally happy, willing to spend the rest of eternity basking in the
afterglow.

Big C's weight finally shifted. His tongue traced a line over my throat up
into my ear. My head rolled to the side and our tongues wiggled towards
each other, just able to touch.

"We better finish the chores or Dad's going to be after us with worse than
a spatula."

"Oh?" I teased. "Are you going to watch while Uncle Jim beats my naked ass
with a horse whip?"

"Owwwwuh" Big C moaned as he slid forward and kissed me on the lips. "Don't
go giving me any ideas."

Before I could stop him he was up and off me. With a certain amount of
feelie-grabbie, Big C got me up and helped me strip Sally's teats. Then he
showed me how to feed and water the stock. Where their different foods were
stored and the basics of taking care of them. Big C explained that his dad
was treating today as a holiday or we would have done all the chores before
breakfast. It was warming up and we had stripped off our shirts and were
about to strip off our pants when Uncle Jim walked into the barn. He was
pleased. The stock all looked content, Eggs and milk were covered and in
the shade next to the door. And Big C and I had used our own initiative to
muck out the horse stalls and were working on cleaning out the row of cow
stalls, the cows having already been turned out to pasture.

Uncle Jim grabbed a shovel and helped us finish up the stalls. We put the
tools away and then Uncle Jim put his arms out and said, "Come here you
two!"

Big C walked right up to his Dad and under his arm. It wasn't hard to see
were Big C got his good looks. Big C was as tall as his daddy, but not as
heavily built, not as powerful, but still impressive as hell.  I felt
awkward because, instead of standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Uncle Jim, I
could walk right under his arm and never touch him, not even with the
stand-up brush cut on my head. Uncle Jim's arm snaked down around me and
pulled me into his side. My nose ended up buried in his armpit and my boner
flashed back to full salute. Jeeze!

Uncle Jim kissed Big C right on the lips and then bend down and nuzzled my
face out from where it was still buried in his armpit. I was breathing
deeply and my lips swelled with passion when Uncle Jim took his time
kissing me right on the lips. If Uncle Jim had said he wanted to beat me
with a 2-by-4 right then, I'd have said, "YES!" Instead he told us that he
was proud of the work we'd done that morning. Then he grinned at us and
said, "It's been six years since you boys have seen each other and yet
you've picked up right where you left off, just like it was yesterday. I
keep seeing you two as twelve-year-olds!" He laughed and we did
too. "Gary. Why don't you take Cory down to the swimming hole and test the
water for me? I'm going to put the milk and eggs away and then fix some
harness."

I looked at Big C and he winked. "Uncle Jim. Why don't Gary and me help you
and then we can all go test the water together!"

Uncle Jim just looked at us. Then he kissed Big C again. When he turned to
me, instead of bending over to kiss me, his big paw grabbed my butt and
slid me up his side until he could kiss me face-to-face. My dick was
throbbing and leaking like crazy and when my legs went around Uncle Jim to
help support my weight I felt a thick, squashy tube under my inner thigh
and thought I was going to pass out. My arms went around Uncle Jim's neck
and a small moan escaped my lips. Uncle Jim just held me closer and somehow
slipped his tongue into my mouth and gave me a proper kiss like I'd never
ever had before in my life. I was about to spooge when Uncle Jim let me
slide back to the ground and then swatted both Big C and me on the
ass. "Great! I knew I could talk you suckers into helping me! You guys get
the milk and eggs ready, then I'll see you out in the tack shed." He turned
and, whistling, strode out the side door towards another nearby building.

I started to bristle up but Big C just laughed. "Dad will tell any lie to
keep from having to say `thanks!'"

I glared at Uncle Jim for a second longer and then just shrugged my
shoulders and tagged after Big C. We put the eggs in the springhouse with a
bunch more that were there and then put a scoop of cracked corn in the
basket and hung it up where the birds and mice couldn't get to it. We
carried the two five-gallon covered tins of milk out to the
springhouse. Big C explained that though the stock made lots more than he
and his dad could use, none of it went to waste. "Widda Parkins, she takes
the eggs and a little milk and cream and makes Danish pastries to sell in
town. Dan Morgenstern, he and his boys take the milk and make butter and
cheese. Good cheese. Best you ever tasted!"

"But --- don't you and Uncle Jim get anything out of it?"

He scrubbed my head just like he had years ago when he thought I'd said
something stupid or wrong. Just like back then, fighting back didn't even
slow Big C down. "Well, part of it's just being good neighbors. The other
part is that we get free Pastries, cheese and butter. The Widda now, she
makes the best pastries you've ever tasted. We give her eggs, milk and
cream, the Morgenstern's give her butter and cheese. She gives us pastries
that none of us could make. The Morgenstern's give us butter that we don't
want to have to make ourselves and cheese that we couldn't make at all. Dad
and I give away milk and eggs that we can't use and get back butter, cheese
and pastries and bread. Sounds like a pretty good deal all around. Besides,
whatever they sell they split the profits with us fifty-fifty." the last
said with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Challenged, I jumped Big C and tried to wrestle him down to the ground. We
were still tussling when I was roughly grabbed from behind and pulled off
of Gary, who I'd finally managed to get down on the ground.

"Hey!" I yelled in surprise.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!!!" Gary yelled, getting up to save me. "That's my cousin
you've got your hands on Billy Morgenstern!"

"What's he doin' beating ya up?"

`He wasn't beating me up!"

"Looked like he was beating you up!"

"We was just playing at beating each other up. Don't you never play with
your brothers that way?"

Billy stopped and thought for a while. I could tell that having two
thoughts at one time was tough for him. He finally waded into the problem
directly:

"Well, it looked to me like he was whipping your ass, Gary. Fighting ain't
for playing! Me and my brothers don't play fight. Ya get mad, ya just whoop
the other guys ass! Simple!"

"Well, Cory and I play fight. And, Billy, don't you never hurt my
cousin. You do and I'm going to have to whip your ass till your underwear
comes out your nose."

"Hah!" Billy said, "I ain't skeered a ya. Don't wear no underwear!"

That got us all laughing. We helped Billy cart the milk and eggs to an old,
beat-up pick-up truck. He'd stop by the widow Perkins' place and give her
the eggs and as much milk and cream as she could use and then take the rest
home. He and his dad and brothers might have been a bunch of dumb Polacks,
but they were the finest friends on earth and could make cheese that
gourmets from all over the world bought for top dollar, fighting for the
privilege.

Billy said, "Gonna have a shivaree for your cousin?"

"Reckon we otta." Big C said thoughtfully.

"Sunday after church? Here?"

Big C nodded. "After church. Here. I'll tell Pa."

"Daddy's slaughtering a pig, so I reckon we'll bring the offalings."

"Sounds good, Billy. Thanks!" Big C said closing the car door for
Billy. "See ya Sunday!"

Billy drove off in a mixture of dust and oil smoke. I looked at Big C,
"Offalings?" Somehow, I just didn't think I was going to like anything
called offalings.



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