("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._
`6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`)
(_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-'
_..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,'
(((' (((-((('' ((((
K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N
_________________________________________
WARNING!
This text file contains sexually explicit
material. If you do not wish to read this
type of literature, or you are under age
Eighteen, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!!
_________________________________________
Scroll down to view text
Archive name: terry.txt (Mm)
Authors name: Zipper Bird
Story Title : KISSIN' COUSINS
------------------------------------------------------
This work is copyrighted to the author (c) 1997.
Please do not remove the author information or make
any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-
commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of
commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration.
------------------------------------------------------
When I was ten, I spent a week at Uncle Don's cottage on
Lake Ontario. There were a lot of cookouts in the back-
yard since the tin roof of the cottage made it unbear-
able to light the stove on a sunny afternoon, or even be
in the cottage at that time of day. One hot August
afternoon, Uncle Don was bent over the hamburgers and
hotdogs as they sizzled away on the grill, trying to do
them to perfection for the hungry Fowler clan. My three
cousins, Terry, Rick and Bruce seemed like grown men
although they were 15, 16, and 18 years old respec-
tively. I was only 10 at the time and small for my age.
Bruce had red hair, freckles and I didn't like him
especially. He would mess my hair up, rubbing the top of
my head vigorously like his fist was a large cigarette
he was putting out on my head. Rick used to do an Indian
burn on my arm, he was the sadistic one, but'd always
let me do one on him which was nearly impossible since
my fingers didn't reach around his massive forearms well
enough to cause much harm. Then there was Terry. Terry
was the handsome one. He didn't even look like a Fowler.
He had olive skin whereas the others were pale. He had a
dark hairy body and luminous blue eyes. Terry played
this game with me where he'd wrestle me and make me sit
on his lap against my will. The smell of his skin and
the feeling of his hairy arms wrapped around me would
make me giggle and grab him tighter, burying my nose in
his shirt, face pressed up against his hard stomach.
One morning I was sitting on a rock at the side of the
lake watching Terry get out of the water after his morn-
ing swim. His floppy wet bathing suit clung to his geni-
tals, which were clearly outlined and looked enormous to
me. "Whadda ya lookin' at?" he asked me, smiling out of
the corner of his mouth revealing straight white teeth.
"You got hair on your chest already" I said, as I point-
ed to the beginnings of a substantial hair pattern that
ran from his navel to his neck. "Oh, I thought you wuz
lookin' at somethin' else there for a minute" he said
with a grin, looking at my eyes until I finally had to
look out toward Bass Island, or be trapped in the accus-
ing intensity of his stare and what it meant. He came up
behind me, still wet from his swim and held me in a bear
hug saying "you just wait a few years and I'll have
somethin' else to show ya besides the hair on my chest."
I could feel him press his crotch against me and as I
struggled to free myself from his grasp I pushed my rear
up against it, backing into him hard. "Watch out you
little devil, you'll break my nuts" he said, as he jump-
ed back, finally letting go of me. I ran, with him chas-
ing me up the hill.
* *
Seven years passed and over that time I learned that I
was guy, and from about 15 on, I acted on my feelings
with other boys. I think that you could even call me
promiscuous, I had sex with atleast 30 other boys before
seeing Terry again. I didn't see Terry once during that
time. Instead of vacationing on Lake Ontario, we rented
a cottage on Cayuga Lake, a finger lake, closer to our
home in Syracuse, and closer to the nursing home where
my grandmother, on my father's side, was kept. Grandma
finally passed away and the Fowler clan decided to have
a get together at their cottage and invited us.
Bruce and Rick were working in Watertown and only came
out to the cottage on weekends. Terry just graduated
from State College at Potsdam, where he studied math and
was planning to go on to engineering school in Albany on
a sports scholarship. He was the star soccer player at
Potsdam and my uncle would send us clippings from the
local paper. I had been running track in high school.
Now, at the end of my junior year, I'd won a sectional
competition in the mile but was only 14th in the state
finals. My coach kept telling me I would make a terrific
cross country runner, or even marathoner, but I was too
lazy. I thought about trying to work into longer dis-
tances during the summer and switch to cross country in
my senior year.
Rick and Bruce, my two older cousins had girlfriends and
were often getting into trouble, wrecking their cars and
things. They weren't there when we drove up on Monday
and got out of our Chevy to greet relatives. I hadn't
seen my uncle, aunt and Terry in 7 years. I wondered if
Terry would even remember me, as I stiffly embraced my
aunt and uncle and peered at him out of the corner of my
eye. Uncle Don, who had put on about 20 pounds in the
gut, put his arm around Terry's shoulder and said,
"Terry is our good boy, he does his college work and is
going to become an engineer -- he don't mess 'round with
girls." I laughed out loud and felt less awkward as I
watched Terry's face turn red.
There he was, a man of 22, standing next to his father,
squirming, and as handsome as hell. His eyes looked like
they'd become even bluer, and a shadow of a thick beard
covered his face. Above the collar of his faded maroon
T-shirt, which said POTSDAM on it in big white letters,
a tuft of thick dark hair stood out. I wanted to run up
to him and have him wrestle with me like he did when I
was 10, but found myself extending my hand sheepishly.
He grabbed it and shook it a little too vigorously,
still trying to recover from the embarrassment of his
father's comment about his lack of involvement in girls.
"I hear you're a runner" Terry said to me. "Well, maybe
we can run together in the mornings --- I have to do it
to stay in shape for soccer you know" he said smiling
the same crooked engaging smile he had 7 years ago.
"Great" I said nonchalantly, trying to contain my
enthusiasm for the idea. "We can go for a swim afterward
to cool down" he said. I remembered his morning swims
and reveled in the idea of doing it with him.
Terry and I were put out on the porch to sleep the first
night, on a sleeper sofa that folded out in two parts. I
got settled on my half, looking up at the beams in the
roof to avoid looking at what I wanted to look at, Terry
taking off his shorts and shirt, as he crawled in beside
me. "This isn't too fuckin' comfortable is it" he mut-
tered in a low voice, laughing slightly. It shocked me
to hear him say "fuckin" but I liked the way it sounded.
"No, it's a bitch, but what-a-ya gonna do?" I whispered
back. He laughed and said "where'd you learn to talk
like that boy, I'm gonna tell your mother you said
'bitch'"
"Oh yeah fuckin' soccer jock, I'm gonna tell your father
you said fuckin" I whispered gritting my teeth and try-
ing to sound as tough as possible. Then he grabbed me in
a playful choke hold and said "You little fucker, I'll
fuckin beat the fucking shit out of you if you tell my
fuckin father anything."
I could feel his warm hairy skin next to mine, and his
familiar scent swept over me. Something warm and fleshy
bumped against me through his underwear as I bit his arm
to make him let go. Then I heard my aunt's voice call
"Is everything out there alright boys?" and in a lower
tone "I hope they are getting along okay."
Relaxing his grip on me Terry said "we'd better get some
sleep if we're going to run at 7 o'clock." We both turn-
ed away from each other and tried to pretend we were
sleeping. I listened to his breathing and could tell he,
like me, was having a hard time falling asleep.
* *
In the morning we headed out running together, stride
for stride, first along the lake shore and then into a
field that lead onto a farm road. Terry wore an athletic
shirt and his chest hair stuck out all over. His legs
were hairy too and he had on a pair of deep maroon
shorts that said POTSDAM over the left leg.
We chatted a little but after a while, I started to push
the pace and noticed his breathing sounding labored
after a few miles. Conversation stopped. As we headed
back into a field surrounded by trees, Terry started
muttering and finally stopped, bending over in exhaus-
tion and panting like a dog.
"Okay...okay you little ba...bastard... so you can run a
helluva lot faster than I can. I'm going to beat the...
the shit out of you" he said. And in a calmer voice he
said "come here," still breathing hard. As I got near
him I could see that sweat was dripping off his face and
soaked shirt. He grabbed my legs and we both rolled to
the ground. After struggling for a little while, I let
him pin me, him sitting on my stomach, both panting, his
strong hands holding my arms to the ground. Our eyes met
and his look of anger and hurt pride turned to something
else. His breath was like an intoxicating wave that
swept over me. The look in his eyes, the smell of his
clean fresh sweat made me put my hand behind his neck
and draw his mouth to mine. We kissed long, hard and
deep, almost like we were trying to suck life giving
water from each other's mouth.
Even with his weight on top of me, I could feel the
bulge in his shorts growing harder. He drew away gently
and said in a low voice "If you ever tell, I'm gonna
kill you." I said simply "I want you Terry, I want you
bad." We took off our shirts, shorts and jock straps as
we were rubbing against each other. I started to stroke
his thick chest hair, licking him all over up to his
underarms and feeling with my hands down to his rippled
stomach and around to his firm ass. I bent my head down
to see his beautiful thick cock, the large purple head
straining toward me, glistening with precum. Moving down
to it, I took it in my mouth, holding his large soft
balls in my hand. He stroked my hair and repeated my
name over and over as I sucked like a baby on his dick-
head. He wet his finger and gently worked it up my ass.
"I wanna have you Timmy baby" he said as if in a trance.
"I gotta get inside of you." He gently raised my legs,
kissing my mouth as he pressed his cockhead against my
well used ass hole. I was insane with lust and wanted
him to fuck me more than I'd ever wanted anything be-
fore. It hurt a little as he first entered but soon he
was riding smoothly, all the while our mouths sucking
hungrily at each other. My cock stood straight up and I
came as he was fucking me and I got another hardon
immediately and came again just as he came inside me. He
licked the shinny cum off my chest and sucked on my dick
some more and I came a third time. We lay in the grass,
still panting, kissing and touching. I felt transformed.
I had feelings of ecstasy that I'd never felt before.
Finally, after holding and petting each other gently for
a long time, we stood up and put our clothes on. We
turned toward each other and stood looking into each
others eyes, my hand in his, saying nothing, and then
headed toward the water for a swim.
That summer was the best in my entire life. My parents
went back to Syracuse and I spent the whole summer with
Terry. We pitched a tent in the woods a good distance
from the cottage and slept on the same air mattress,
holding each other. His running got better and my
fucking improved to a point where I often demanded to be
on top. When the summer finally drew to a close, we
parted cheerfully for show, but were screaming with pain
inside. He went to Albany for graduate school and I went
back to begin my senior year of high school in Syracuse.
During my senior year, I ran long distances, even in
winter, to stop myself from thinking about Terry every
minute. Even when I was running though, I'd pretend each
step was bringing me closer to Terry. I applied to only
one college and was accepted. The family was delighted
that I was attending the same school as Terry, so he
could take care of his younger cousin.
THE END
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WARNING: This story contains unsafe sex. In this day
and age it is just plain stupid to perform unsafe
sexual acts. This story is for entertainment, not to
be imitated. Be smart, take care of your body, you
are only issued on per lifetime!
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!