Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2005 23:40:55 -0500 From: James Branson Subject: Homo for the Holidays This is a work of fiction, nothing more. Nothing real in this. If incest or homosexuality upset you, then you shouldn't be reading this fiction. If you are not 18 or older than 18, you shouldn't be reading this. Oh, and if you're getting laid for New Year's, remember to use some protection. If you have ideas for another chapter, or praise, or whatever else, please e-mail me at JimRyyan@hotmail.com -- I'm a sophomore in college. My family are somewhat conservative and repressed Methodist types and I really wasn't able to explore anything about myself until I got to college. Almost as soon as I stepped on campus I had a popped cherry and a pearl necklace. I took full advantage of the booze and beefcake and hot, mindless sex. I'm on the swim team, blonde, not a lot of hair aside from my head and armpits, about 6 foot 1, an above average cock and a hefty set of hairless balls that make an obscene bulge when I don't dress appropriately. That Speedo gets me a lot of tail. My steady boyfriend is Mickey, a short, red-headed, bubble-butted gymnast who manages to make me seem chaste and demure. We have an open relationship, but we also share a cheap apartment off-campus and I've grown used to feeling him in my arms when I go to sleep and having him between my knees when I wake up. My family knows him as my roommate, but they can fill in the blanks pretty easily. When I went back home to see my family for Christmas, Mickey came with me (his parents were on vacation in Ireland). To my parents and dour aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. Mickey stuck out, but he was polite, keeping that wicked sense of humor of his dormant. But still, sometimes I saw my father - a contractor with huge meat hooks for hands and a burly, rugged body that put mine to shame - staring at Mickey and that twinkle in Mickey's green eyes. Mickey had a hard time keeping his hands off me (he's very touchy-feely), but he did a good job, generally. One time as a joke he lifted my shirt up to show my family just how chiseled my body had become. I noticed my geeky little cousin, Jeremy, turn beet red. He wasn't that little - he was 16 - but I always thought of him as that brat who followed me around and took my toys. On Christmas Day, with a packed house, I heard sobbing from the bathroom. I didn't want to intrude, but the door was unlocked, so I went inside. There was Jeremy, with his glasses all fogged up from crying. I took them off. Even with puffy eyes he was turning into a handsome young man, nice lanky body, brown hair flopping into his eyes. "What's wrong, cuz?" Jeremy whispered, or maybe he was too choked up to talk in his normal voice. "I-I..." He couldn't even look me in the face. "Just say it. I'm not your mom. I'm just your lame-ass cousin." Jeremy stifled a laugh. "I-I want to suck your cock, like I do with my friends." I knew I should tell him no, but I was so horny and so turned on by the possibility of having those beestung lips and sweet tongue around my throbbing cock that I just dropped my jeans and let him get to it. Jeremy sank to his knees. DAMN, now I knew why he had so many friends. He was a born cocksucker. I took his hair in my hands and roughly yanked him back and forth by his big ears. As I emptied into his mouth, biting my lower lip, I realized I had never locked the bathroom door. And holy shit, the knob was turning...