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by Douglas Mayweather
(Nine Gay Cousin Incest Stories)
Published by Lot’s Cave
Nine Gay Cousin Incest Stories
Cousins Coming Together, © 2017, by Douglas Mayweather
Cover by Morgaine Wrightman
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All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
A Lot’s Cave Novel
Story 1 : My Private Idaho
Story 2 : Cousins Consent
Story 3 : A Tail with a Twist Ending
Story 4 : Planting a Garden
Story 5 : Kneeling
Story 6 : Why Not?
Story 7 : A Whole New World
Story 8 : Three Hot Peas in a Pod
Story 9 : The House on the Hill
My Private Idaho
I have a cousin named Ezra. I don’t know what his mom was thinking. My dad was born in a small farming town in Idaho. He left there when he joined the army and never went back. That is to say, he didn’t go back there to live. He settled in Seattle, and that’s where I was born.
My aunt Katie stayed where she was born, got married to a local boy, and had Ezra, along with three other kids. Ezra was born eight years before me. He’s what is often called ‘a good ol’ boy’. He’s kind of chunky, easy to get along with, and honestly, not too bright. Not stupid, mind you. Just not quick or deep, you might say.
Uncle Steve is a mechanic and specializes in fixing tractors. He has a pretty good business, I guess. They seem to live well. Ezra works with or for him, but I doubt he’ll be able to run the business once Uncle Steve retires.
The other thing about Ezra is, he’s gay. Something happened several years ago when I was too young to be told about it that found him out. I was sixteen before I finally caught on, but part of that is because no one ever talked about it. And in that small town it seems people just ignore it as long as he doesn’t do anything they find out about.
All through my life about once a year we’d go and visit Aunt Katie and Uncle Steve and the kids, so I had always known Ezra, and he was always just Ezra to me. Like I said, he was easy to get along with and I’d always liked him. But after finding out he was gay, my way of looking at him changed. My curiosity was piqued.
I have to admit, I was a bit of a smartass growing up. I always thought I knew more than I did. I don’t think I was obnoxious, but you know, just a little bit of a blowhard, letting people know just how “sophisticated” I was. And I always wanted to know more, especially about things that didn’t concern me.
In my seventeenth year I didn’t go with my folks on the yearly pilgrimage to the homestead. I was captain of my high school swimming team, and we had a big meet that week which conflicted with my dad’s vacation plans, so I stayed home. They were sorry they couldn’t go to the meet, but it really wasn’t a big deal if they missed one.
Anyway, the next year we were having some renovations done on our house, and they turned out to be more complicated than anticipated. There were termites in the attic right over my bedroom. So we took off for our visit, with the idea I would stay there for an extra week and fly home. I’d never flown, and the fact I’d get to fly home by myself convinced me it was a great idea.
The first week went by as usual. On Saturday, after an early lunch, my folks left to drive back to Seattle. A couple hours later Ezra asked me if I wanted to go to the local lake to go swimming. Since swimming was my thing, and this was a chance to show off, I said yes.
This lake was a popular place for families to go, but there weren’t any facilities there. People got into or out of their bathing suits by standing behind their pickups, or open car doors or behind clumps of bushes. Ezra and I had worn our bathing trunks under our jeans, so there was no problem shucking our jeans beside his pickup.
We jumped in the lake and as I had planned, I showed anybody that looked my way what a good swimmer I was. I swam too far out into the lake, making people watch to see if I’d get back safely. I dove under and swam a long distance before surfacing. I showed all the different strokes I’d learned. Did I say earlier that I wasn’t obnoxious? Well, I was an eighteen-year-old having fun, so give me some slack.
When we’d had enough and decided we’d better get going if we wanted to get home in time for supper we realized we needed to get out of our wet swim trunks before putting on our jeans. There was a big clump of bushes right beside where we’d parked the truck, so we went there to strip and change.
I’d completely forgotten about Ezra being gay. Or had I? I really can’t say, but it probably was a least in the back of my mind. At any rate, I didn’t turn away or try to hide myself when I stepped out of my trunks. As I kicked them off I looked up and he was standing there naked, his hand resting on his cock, and his eyes locked on mine.
“Wow, Will,” he sort of loudly whispered, “You’ve got a really big dick.”
Now, I should have been what, embarrassed, shy, offended? Why? Well, I wasn’t any of those things. I was pleased, flattered, ego boosted. I actually looked down at it as if I’d never noticed how lucky I was. And I looked back up at him and grinned.
I pulled on my jeans, with no underwear, of course, and actually made a big show of tucking my cock into my jeans before buttoning them up.
The drive home was mostly just idle talk, although he did ask me if I’d ever had my dick sucked. For once I couldn’t brag and had to say no. He also asked about girlfriends, which I could brag about, since he didn’t ask if I’d fucked any of them.
I wanted to ask him about his boyfriends. You know, if he had any there in that burg, and how he found cocks to suck and stuff like that. But again, for once I kept my mouth shut.
After dinner the whole family watched some silly comedy show and a pretty good action movie on a local TV channel. When it ended everybody went to their bedrooms. I was still in only my T shirt and jeans, so when I took them off I was naked. I decided I’d sleep that way.
I had just gotten in bed when there was a tap on the door and Ezra opened it and came in, shutting the door behind him. He still had on his jeans, T shirt and plaid shirt and the matching plaid baseball cap he always wore.
“What’s up?” I said, or something equally as dumb.
“You know what I asked you in the truck?” he said.
Of course, I didn’t. Or rather, I didn’t know what he was referring to.
“Your huge, monstrous dick.”
His gross exaggeration did more than flatter my ego. It made the whole situation funny. I couldn’t help laughing like a fool.
“And what about my huge, monstrous dick?”
Ezra drew a serious face. “You said nobody had ever sucked it. Why don’t you let me do it?”
“What?” Again a dumb thing to say, but I was sort of dumbstruck.
“You know me, and I know you. You’ll like it, I can guarantee it. And I will too, so what about it?”
“I don’t know, Ezra. It’s kind of weird.”
“Why?” was all he said, and left it up to me.
“Well,” I began, playing for time, “I’ve never done it before.”
“All the more reason,” he countered. I told you he wasn’t stupid.
“And we’re cousins,” I lamely added.
“I don’t see what’s the problem with that. Who cares? I heard people say ‘kissin’ cousins’. Why not ‘suckin’ cousins’?”
Something about my big, lout of a cousin saying that made me laugh again. Some of my laughing might have been nervous laughter, but this whole conversation seemed laughable.
“Come on, let’s do it. Come on to my room. Nobody can hear us there.”
He turned around and walked to the door as if he had no doubt I’d follow him. And for some crazy reason I got out of bed, grabbed my blanket to hold in front of me, and walked down the hall behind him.
The reason for holding the blanket in front of me wasn’t just shyness. It was because I had a raging hard-on.
When we went into his room he closed and locked the door.
“I learned to do that a long time ago,” he said. I assumed he was referring to whatever had outed him.
This was definitely a ‘good-ol’-boy’ bedroom. There were posters on the wall of International Harvester tractors and Harley Davidson motorcycles. And it smelled of Old Spice, which as strange because I’d never smelled it on him.
“Get in the bed.”
The bed was a tangle of sheets, blankets and a lot of pillows. I climbed on the bed and lay on my back, covering myself with my blanket. He got on the bed and began squeezing my cock through the blanket. It felt good, but I couldn’t help giggling like a little kid.
He pulled the blanket down, and I let it go. My cock was lying on my stomach, and kept jumping without me doing anything to make it jump. Ezra ran the palm of his hand up and down it and then leaned down and licked it from my balls up to the head. I’d stopped laughing. This was my first sex, and you can be sure I’d never forget it.
He held my cock so it was pointing up and covered it with his mouth. I almost shit. Nothing in my eighteen years had prepared me for this. What a feeling! He went up and down sucking, he came up and flicked his tongue all over the head, he licked my cock all over and went down and sucked on my balls. That made me gasp and squirm with pleasure. He went back up and returned to sucking and jacking it at the same time. After about three minutes of paradise he stopped sucking my cock.
“You ain’t never fucked nobody too, have you?”
I understood the question. I just shook my head no. He got off the bed and sat on a chair. I watched as he pulled off his shoes, jeans and plaid shirt. He left on his T and that ugly plaid cap. All the time I was watching him I had continued slowly jacking my cock. It felt so good, and so good to be doing it with him there watching me.
He picked up a jar of something and smeared it in his ass. He climbed back on the bed and got over me. He squatted and held my cock as he put his asshole over it and slid down. As much as I liked his mouth on my cock, this felt different, and I loved it. He sort of bounced up and down, my long cock going in and out of his ass.
After several fantastic minutes I decided I wanted to fuck him. I mean, I wanted to be on top and bucking my hips, driving my cock in and out.
“Get up, Ezra. I want to fuck you.”
He didn’t argue. He got up and got on his hands and knees. I got behind him on my knees and lined my cock up with his brown hole. He was well greased and I just rammed my cock in. I started right off fucking him fast and hard. He would let out a grunt with every fourth or fifth time I rammed it in. He put his face down on the mattress for a few minutes and then came back up on his elbows. I was really into this ass fucking thing.
I got breathing really hard. I was getting ready to cum.
Between grunts he said, “Will, don’t cum in my ass. I want to eat your cum.”
I pulled my cock out and he swiveled around and grabbed my cock. He took a corner of the sheet and wiped it off and started jacking it. I watched in fascination as he held his mouth open, aiming my cock into it. He flicked his tongue against my piss hole a few times. Just watching this was enough to get me off. I shot my cum, some of it hitting his lips and chin, some of it going onto his tongue and into his gaping mouth.
When I finished cumming he licked the pearl that was on the tip of my cock and what was on his lips. He swallowed several times, seeming to like the taste of my cum.
I wasn’t ready to quit yet. My cock was still hard and I was still filled with lust.
“Ezra, let me fuck you some more.”
He looked up at me. “Can you cum again?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’ve never tried. But I don’t want to stop yet. Can I fuck you again?”
He didn’t smile, but said, “Sure.” So I guessed it was okay.
I reached for the jar he’d used to grease his ass up before. When I turned back he was lying on his back holding his legs up with his hands behind his knees. I was so bold now that I dug some grease out with my fingers and smeared it around and in his asshole.
I stuffed my cock back in there and picked up where I had left off, pounding away. But then I’d slow down and slide it in and out slowly, watching my cock disappear and reappear. I’d completely taken over this whole routine. I was the one in charge now. I was the ass-fucker.
I liked pulling my cock all the way out and sticking it back in. After several minutes I pulled out and turned him on his side. Still on my knees I fucked him that way. Why? Just because I could. I wanted to see how many different ways I could fuck his ass. And again I turned him so he was lying on his stomach and I spread his legs wide.
I was lying on his back. I picked up speed again. I wanted to cum. I knew that I could do it again. I was fucking him really hard, and I was panting just as hard. I pulled my cock out just as I shot my cum, shooting right on his hole. I rammed my cock back in and finished shooting in his ass.
When I finished cumming I fucked him slowly about five or six times before pulling out for good. I was suddenly exhausted. I rolled over on my back. Ezra got off the bed carefully and got a rag to wipe my cum from his ass.
“Ouch. That big dick of yours leaves its mark.”
“Sorry. This was my first time, you know. I don’t know how to do this.”
“Bull shit. It seemed to me you knew what you were doing.”
I laughed. “I just did what came naturally, but again, I’m sorry.”
“No, don’t be. I liked it. That was the best fuck I’ve had in a long time.”
Once again I wondered who he found to fuck him around here. But who knows what goes on in these small, rural, Idaho towns.
I looked at the clock by the bed. We’d been at this for almost an hour.
“I’d better get back to my room and get some sleep. I’ll see you in the morning.”
I took my blanket, threw it over my shoulder and walked down the hall with a swagger, not trying to cover my nakedness at all.
When I got in bed I thought it odd that Ezra hadn’t asked me if I liked it, but then again, I guessed he didn’t need to.
To wind this up, we did the whole sucking/fucking thing, with variations, two more times that week before I flew back to Seattle. The flight wasn’t nearly as exciting as I had thought it would be. Maybe because what had happened that week made everything else seem pale. And on the whole flight my mind was playing every minute of it over and over.
And what may seem strange to some of you is, that was the only time I ever had sex with a guy. It was soon after that I followed my dad and joined the army, and got married and started a family. I never saw my cousin Ezra again. I often wondered if he ever had a fuck as good as the one I gave him. And as you see, I’ve never forgotten one detail of it.
By the time we were young adults, me 24 and him 22, my cousin had to know I was gay. He’d never said anything, but once the word came out I’m sure it had spread like wildfire throughout the family. We lived several hundred miles apart, so we didn’t see each other a lot, usually on vacations and family events.
We were very different in many ways.
My dad had left the farm when he was eighteen and had joined the army. Upon his discharge he had moved to the biggest city in the state and become an insurance investigator.
My uncle had stayed on the farm all his life and had always been a good-ol’-country-boy. He had produced two daughters and only one son to help him with the farm work.
I had graduated from the university with a degree in business administration. My cousin had grown up in his father’s footsteps into a rugged good-looking redneck.
I resembled my mother’s side of the family; olive complexion and dark hair. Alvis was fair with straw colored hair, and a much more muscular build than I had.
On the day I’m remembering (which I often remember) I had driven with my dad up to the farm because he had to discuss some business with my uncle. It seems Dad had inherited part of the farm when granddad died many years ago, and had never transferred complete ownership over to my uncle.
So on this particular Sunday afternoon they were deep in discussion and my cousin Alvis and I took off in his truck to find some beer and have a little drinking party. His dad didn’t look too kindly on drinking. But Alvis didn’t believe in denying himself the pleasures of life that he could afford.
The thing was, he had smoked some grass before we left and was already pretty high. I’ve never smoked, dropped, inhaled or shot up anything. I don’t condemn people who do – it’s just not my thing.
Anyway, back to the story. We’d found an out-of-the-way place off a back-woods country road to park and drink the two six-packs and talk about nothing in particular. We were there for a couple of hours. When the beer was all gone it was time to head back as Dad wanted to head home that evening. Now the truth is, salacious thoughts had probably been bouncing around in my head for hours. I mean, after all, he was a really good-looking viral hunk. But really, I had made no overtures at all.
I convinced Alvis I should drive as he had drunk a lot more than I had. We switched places, with me in the driver’s seat, and we took off. We hadn’t gone very far and were on a two-lane blacktop that seemed to be used mostly by big-rigs, when Alvis said he had to take a leak. I found a place I could pull off safely and he got out. He didn’t walk away from the truck, or even turn his back, but stood just a few feet from the open pick-up door so I was able to see him standing there in profile.
He unbuttoned his Levi’s and pulled out a very long, fat, uncut cock and after a few seconds started urinating a strong stream of hot yellow piss. I tried not to turn completely in his direction, but I couldn’t look away. He took so long that the thought came to me that, as I said, he had to know I was gay. Was he putting on a show for me? I had no idea. When he finished pissing he shook his cock…and shook it …and shook it.
I laughed and said, “If you aren’t careful you’ll shake it off and we’ll have to look for it the bushes.”
He chuckled and tucked it away, buttoned a couple of buttons and got back in the pick-up, leaving the door open. We looked at each other and he looked back down at his crotch. I followed his gaze and saw the outline of his cock, and could tell it was on its way to getting hard.
Every once in a while a semi would roar past.
He looked at me again but neither of us said a word. I reached over and put my hand on his now hard cock. He didn’t say anything but looked back down at my hand. I moved my hand up and he pulled up his denim shirt exposing his beautiful, flat, muscled stomach.