Date: Wed, 4 May 2016 05:31:05 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: NEW: Cousin's Foreskin

Prolific author, Gay, TT, First time, Incest, Rural, Young Friends:

Cousin's Foreskin
by Jon Hold
Copyright ©2007, 2016 by the author
Jonhold@earthlink.net


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My parents won a trip to Europe—so I won a trip to my Aunt and Uncle's
ranch. I guess I was sort of pissed off. I mean, what was a big city kid
supposed to do so far from the nearest town that it took all day to get
there and back? My aunt and uncle picked me up at the bus station just
before noon. Their son, Shane, was waiting for us by their pick-up
truck. He helped put my suitcase and backpack and me in back and showed me
how to sit up against the cab to keep the worst of the wind off. Seemed
pretty damn primitive to me.

We shared a lunch of cold chicken, potato salad, egg sandwiches and cold
fruit juice. When we were done, Shane casually unbuttoned his Levi's and
pulled out an odd looking fat cock and pissed into his empty juice
container. I tried to not get caught staring, he just told me to go ahead
and piss if I needed too. I mumbled something about being OK. I needed to
piss, but didn't want to explain the hardon I'd gotten watching his chubby,
headless member.

We talked and discovered that our birthdays were only four days apart. He
was blond and blue-eyed and whiplash lean while I was black haired with
dark brown eyes. I wasn't really chubby, but I was round and soft where he
was hard and angular. He had a sharp, piercing wit and liked to crack jokes
while I was slower and much more serious. For all our differences, we
quickly became, not only cousins, but friends. His father and my mother
were twins. His mother and my father were brother and sister. They had
gotten married in a double wedding. He and I laughed about that and made
dirty jokes about them spending their honeymoon in one room.

When we got to the ranch, Shane's dad, my Uncle Liam, said that, since it
was Sunday, Shane and I could do whatever we wanted until chores. We
carried my luggage to Shane's room. He asked me if I wanted to go swimming
and I said, "Sure." He took off running and it was all I could do to keep
up. There was a creek out behind the barn and we followed it downstream to
a waterfall and a good sized pond. Shane stripped off his clothes and
jumped in. I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. Shane laughed and
told me to get naked and jump in, the water felt great. I admitted that I'd
never gone skinny-dipping before and Shane just laughed again and climbed
out of the water to help me undress. The sun shining off all the
water-beads covering his body sort of mesmerized me

Shane undressed me like I was his little brother or something. I was used
to the older boys taking command and telling me what to do anyway, so I
didn't resist. I just helped Shane undress me, staring at his awesome body
and the strange shape of his dick the whole time. When he got my underpants
off, Shane laughed and put his hand around my rock-hard boner.

"Man, what's got you on the rail? I've never seen anyone this hard."

"What's wrong with your dick?" was what blurted out. I blushed bright red,
but it was too late.

Shane grinned and stared down at himself, "There's nothing wrong with my
dick. What makes you think there is?"

I pointed, "You don't have a cockhead, just a shaft."

Shane laughed. With his other hand he took hold of his own dick and pulled
the skin back. A lot of skin uncrumpled and rolled back exposing a big,
damp-looking cockhead with a big vertical pisshole. I "Wow"'ed and Shane
laughed again, "Ain't you never seen a guy with a foreskin before?

I shook my head, "No."

"Well", Shane said, putting both hands on my shoulders and pushing me,
barely resisting, to my knees, "Get a good look."

I was damn near drooling. What a fucking cock! When he let go his extra
skin recovered the exposed cockhead. I was staring, paralyzed, at the most
fabulous cock I'd ever seen. Partly, I guess, because it was the first cock
anyone had actually let me look at. All the other guys just wanted me to
suck them and get it over with, especially when there was a group of them.

Thick soft flesh pink-brown thick strong. That was my first impression as
Shane's groin filled my vision. I was trying to imagine trying to wrap my
hand around that fat tube. That's when I finally noticed how long it
was. Longer than the width of my palm. Five, maybe six inches. Just hanging
there limp it was bigger than a lot of guys I knew full hard. My tongue
flicked out and kept my spit from drooling down my chin. I swear, I wanted
that thing in my mouth just to see if it tasted nearly as good as it
looked. The skin on the shaft was smooth, thin and translucent. I could see
the veins right through the skin. Not just the ridges they made, but the
blue color of them. The skin at the end of his cock was different. Sort of
bunched up and wrinkly. There was a hole about the size of the end of my
baby finger right at the end of it and I could just see the glimmer of his
wet piss slit hiding behind the thick double fold of skin. The whole thing
sort of reminded me of the wrinkles on a ball sack, only smaller and
finer. That got my eyes off his cock for a second so I could look at his
balls. I love balls and Shane's were magnificent.

Big heavy orbs filling the bottom of a double-chambered hourglass of smooth
skin lightly dusted with fine blond hairs. An urge to bury my nose in the
fine-skinned sack overcame me and I felt light-headed. I inhaled deeply and
the powerful scent of young male animal filled me with lust. I was all but
drooling fainting blowing my wad.

Shane smiled down at me. "You like that?" he asked.

I moaned deep in my chest and leaned forward as his hand instinctively
cupped the back of my neck. My nose slid between his thigh and the still
wet folds of skin, Shane's heavy shaft pressed under my cheek as I deeply
inhaled and licked the bottom of the full ball-sac. I started drooling for
real. My moan went down an octave and Shane massaged my neck. He reached
down with his other hand and took my little titty between his fingers. He
pinched — hard. My head dropped backwards. "Ahhhhhhhhh..." was cut off
as Shane moved forward and dropped his huge balls into my open
mouth. Automatically I sucked and Shane ground his balls into my face. The
harder I sucked the harder he pulled my head into his groin and the harder
he pinched my aching tit and ground his crotch into my face. I started
nursing on my mouthful and Shane started riding my face to glory, thrusting
back and forth like he was trying to pull his balls out of my mouth —
only pushing down so they couldn't possibly escape. Shane finally let go of
my titty and carefully extracted his precious balls from my ravenous
mouth. He pulled me up and lip-locked me as his fingers opened and
penetrated my ass. I was pushing down to get his fingers deeper up inside
me and pushing up to get more of his tongue in my mouth, all at the same
time.

Shane laughed again and twisted loose, quickly diving into the pond of cool
water. Dazed, I followed him. We played in the water for a while with me
constantly trying to get hold of my cousins dick and balls. Of course it
was all his fault, because he kept sticking his fingers up my
butt. Laughingly, he kept telling me to quit "pestering" him. I kept it up
until he put me over a half-sunken log and spanked my butt. He'd spank me
three or four swats and then fingerfuck me, over and over until my ass was
red and hot and he was fucking me hard with three fingers. His fingers and
fist forcing my butthole into me was turning me on unbelievably and his
spanking had me so hard and hot I couldn't hold still.

Shane had quit holding me down halfway through the spanking, I held onto
the log and lifted my butt to make myself as available as possible. I'd
never let any of the other guys touch my butt but I wanted Shane to have
free and easy access because he was making me feel wonderful. He finally
pulled his fingers out of my ass and gave me a final, really hard swat
across my burning cheeks and then climbed out of the water. For the rest of
the afternoon we stayed dressed, worked and did chores and Shane refused to
even acknowledge that anything out of the ordinary had happened. I just
kept getting hornier and hornier. Shane didn't seem to notice. Nor,
apparently, did he notice the tent in my pants or the growing wet spot on
the front of my Levi's. I was embarrassed as hell when we were called up to
the big house for the evening meal. I did my best to conceal my condition
but I'm sure Shane's dad noticed, and I'm pretty sure his mom did also. I
had a miserable time trying to eat enough to keep Shane's mom at bay. His
dad just sat there grinning. I turned down watching TV after dinner, saying
I was tired and wanted to go to bed. Shane excused himself and said that
he'd show me where everything was.

And he did too! As soon as we were in his room he stripped naked and showed
me where his cock was. Then he pulled me into his arms. His tongue invaded
my mouth and his hands went down underneath my waistband and squeezed hell
out of my still tender asscheeks. He worked both forefingers inside my ass
and then lifted me off the ground. I screamed my lust into his mouth and
wrapped my legs around his waist. Somehow I ended up naked in the shower
with him and was forced to wash him down completely. He pulled back his
foreskin and showed me how what he called "cock-cheese" collected under his
foreskin and then made me completely clean his cockhead with my mouth and
tongue. He said his cockhead was too sensitive for soap and that as long as
I lived in his room I would be responsible for keeping his cockhead clean
and cheese-free. It was a task I undertook with great gusto. Shane was
great at showing me where everything was.

Shane painted my tonsils white and then got out of the shower. He dried off
and then went in and laid down on his back in his big double bed. I was
allowed to explore his body and I explored in depth, doing things I'd never
even thought of doing before. I licked his armpits until the only odor
there was of spit. I even, at his suggestion, licked the crack of his ass
and, to my great surprise, discovered that licking Shane's crack and
sucking on his butthole really turned me on—big-time! Mostly though I
discovered the wonders of Shane's foreskin. What a wonderful addition to
the male anatomy it was. The feel of the soft folds in my mouth, the
special taste of the loose skin. The trapped feeling of my tongue as it
wormed it's way in between Shane's prepuce and glans. The unbelievable,
magnificent, delightful, wonderful, awe inspiring, intoxicating flavors and
tastes and textures to be found, safely ensconced beneath the protective
folds. Somehow this small dab of skin made him so much more a male.

The total wonder of having this true stallion using me for his pleasure and
to release his male pressure. For my part it was all I could do to keep
from cumming over and over again. Shane was the primal stallion and very
much in charge. I was his willing receptacle and eager lackey. Twice in the
next several hours he grabbed my ears and facefucked me until he came deep
in my throat. He kept mumbling about how great it was to be able to
throatfuck me with his whole cock. I just counted my blessings and wondered
how I had been found worthy of serving such a stud and hoped that this
would never end.

We finally fell asleep with his cock still in my mouth. Four times that
night he woke up and fucked another load down deep into my stomach. I loved
it and wasn't about to let go of his cock until forced. The next morning I
sucked and sucked and sucked on Shane's ever hard tool until his dad came
pounding on the door of Shane's cabin wanting to know when we were going to
get our chores done.

Shane's dad had us working with him all day and we never had a chance to do
more than watch each other pee. I kept brushing up against Shane and making
lewd motions and gestures. All Shane could do was grope himself and flip me
off. Once, when his dad was around the corner, I dropped the back of my
britches and told Shane that I had a bad itch, would he scratch it. His dad
came back and all he could do was give me a dirty, "You just wait!" glare
and flip me the bird for the tenth time that day.

By the time we were finished with afternoon chores Shane was shaking and
there was a big wet spot on the front of his Wranglers. His dad noticed,
but just raised his eyebrow and shook his head at the passions of
youth. Then he told us he had to go to town and that we were not to bother
the Missus because she was getting ready for the big bake sale. Shane and I
waved good-bye as he drove down the graveled road. Shane turned to glare at
me and, I swear, I actually saw flames in his eyes.

Holding my hand up to ward him off I started backing up, "Shane. Now,
Shane... don't get all bent out of shape. I was just goofing
around. Come-on. You can take a joke, can't you?"

Apparently not. Shane lunged for me. My track coach would have been amazed
at the high-energy start and at how fast I was suddenly able to run. Across
the yard, through the barn, across the paddock and over the fence (that
slowed me down, almost enough to get caught) and through the woods. Just
before I reached the pond, the only place I knew to run too, Shane got hold
of my long hair and dragged me to the ground. Laughing, I told him to take
it easy. He showed me just how strong he really was by lifting me to my
feet with one hand (unluckily, the hand holding my hair) and stripping my
baggy pants off with the other. Then he sat on the trunk of a fallen tree
and pulled me down across his lap. I'd never been actually spanked in my
life. Shane made up for that. Not only did he give me a thorough
introduction to plain and simple ass whoopin', but he also demonstrated
some fancy variants that usually involved fingers up inside my virgin hole.

Shane was pissed! And really laying into my ass. The odd thing was that I
really liked it. I mean, it hurt and everything. But the hurt felt really
good and gave me a major hardon, and Shane being so dominant just made me
want more. Right in the middle of one of his demonstrations of fancy
spanking I grabbed his leg and moaned. Hunching, I came all over his work
pants. I shot so hard I thought I was hurting myself. Shane quickly picked
up on what was going on and instead of getting pissed off he grabbed a big
handful of my ass and helped me stay on his lap and not fall to the
ground. When I finally quit puking up cum he threw my pants across the tree
trunk and laid me down on top of them.

"You enjoy having your ass worked on, I'll show you how to really enjoy
your ass..."

I looked back over my shoulder and Shane had stripped naked. The trees
dappled the sunshine that made his skin glow in healthy richness. At the
juncture of his legs was another log, to my eyes not much smaller than the
one I was laying on. I'd seen Shane hard any number of times. But I'd never
seen him in all his natural beauty. The sheer maleness of him. The entire
shape of his body and his stance, his stature, the bulk and outrageous size
of the male part of him jutting forth, pointing at it's goal.

And I suddenly became aware of what that goal was. I felt my asshole
clench... and then suddenly blossom open. Involuntarily, my butthole sucked
in and out, flashing a message to the single eye of Shane's male missile
that this was the target.

Shane moved forward like a zombie. His dick was as much in charge of him as
my asshole was in charge of me. All either of us wanted was to impale and
to be impaled.

Shane poked me, and pushed, hard. I lifted my ass to make my hole more
available, but all Shane was doing was making me horny from the pressure
against my peritoneum. Shane backed off in frustration. I reached back and
used both hands to spread my asscheeks, exposing my rosy pucker even
more. Shane moaned and reached and touched me. His finger quickly cruised
my hole and then punched inside with male imperativeness. I moaned and
lifted my ass even higher, begging for what Shane so badly wanted to give
me.

Shane grabbed his cock and pushed all his excess skin as far forward as he
could. Watching him, I pulsed my butthole at him. A feral grin spread
across his face, he knew my ass was his. He stepped forward and, carefully
watching the antics of my excited pucker, squished the bunched up mass of
foreskin right against my cock-hungry hole. I pushed back, he pushed
forward, precum squirted out of his foreskin all over my asshole and he
flowed into me on his built-in rolling conveyer belt.

I was fucked! I was penetrated! I was well and truly impaled on a mans cock
and I fucking loved it!!! Shane growled deep in his throat and collapsed
onto my back, hunching me and driving his entire cock into me. My moans
matched his growls and I fucked him as hard as he was fucking me. We went
at it like only two virgin males could go at it. One hundred percent,
all-out and totally involved with each other. NOTHING else existed that
wasn't involved in getting his cock ever deeper into me.

He burst, exploded, came unglued and plastered my guts with sticky gum that
I wanted to never stop burning. Holding me so he could kiss me and hump me
at the same time, he mumbled, "Damn, is my dad ever going to love fucking
your ass."


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