My Older Cousin

I was a sad 13 year old boy. My mother had just died. We moved to a big city where my father had been promoted and I had not had an opportunity to make any friends. My father was going away on business. Worse, he was dating and about to be remarried. To her. The woman who constantly came over, who had her hands all over Dad and wanted to start a family. A family where I would be an inconvenient reminder that my father had married young and had a family before a sudden and unexpected heart attack made him a widower. Worse than that, Dad didn't want to talk about it. We simply had to cope, to survive. So he asked my Aunt Gertrude, his oldest sister, to watch me for the rest of the summer and I had not seen her or her family since the last reunion two years ago. Aunt Gertrude came to our house to pick me up and take me to her house in the mountains of Pennsylvania. Aunt Gertrude didn't drive and we went back by train. I remember that the trip took a long time, and when we finally arrived, my cousin Wilhelm was waiting to pick us up in their blue early 70's Chevy Chevelle station wagon. Everyone knew the hazel eyed, honey haired, and easy going boy as Billy. As the train pulled into the small whistle stop train station, I could see him get of the car and put on his Aviator style sunglasses, his almost shoulder length hair fell haphazardly in half inch to three inch wide ringlets, wearing cut-off jean shorts and a plain brown tee shirt. He walked up to us and helped his mother unload what must have been four suitcases from the train and took the two heaviest to the car while I followed him with the two lightest. After he threw the suitcases in the back of the station wagon, he hugged me and said that it was good to see me. He smelled so good, he was wearing cologne that smelled like musk and oak and I could also make out some oil and gas smell, too. I could feel the definition in his pecs and how solid his body was in the quick hug before he quickly slapped me twice on the shoulder. I congratulated him on graduating from high school when he was only 17 and immediately thought his graduation picture did not do him justice. Billy drove the car back to the house, up the state highway 20 minutes and finally turning on a dirt and gravel road that snaked along the side of hill that was in the shadow of a much taller mountain. We passed along the railroad tracks, went over what sounded like a plank bridge over a stream and around a curve through some dense woods and went up the drive toward the top of the hill, where you could finally see Aunt Gertrude's house. A large brick and siding house built in the Dutch colonial style, it felt like coming home as I remembered all the family reunions and dinners Aunt Mary put on for the family as I felt the Chevelle's tires effortlessly crunching the remaining gravel of the driveway leading up to the house on the hilltop. As Billy parked the car and I felt the slight lurch of the parking brake. As we piled the suitcases in the house and Aunt Gertrude promised to cook up something for us to eat for supper, Billy invited me out to the garage to see what he was working on. Billy was just putting the finishing touches on a completely new looking bright metallic blue 1980 Suzuki Quadrunner 250 ATV with black trim, tires, giant headlights and racks on the front and back. Pointing out each feature from the engine to the tires, Billy showed me how he repaired, replaced and updated each feature, how he picked out what was going on it, and how he delivered pizzas, mowed grass and did odd jobs to afford it. I helped Billy take the ATV off the ramps to gas it up; I couldn't help but notice as the tee shirt strained against the movement of his arms, making the slightly damp gap between his pecs more noticeable. It was a little hot in there and you could start to smell that fresh sweat smell mixed with the oil, gas and wood smells from the garage. Almost as if on cue, Aunt Gertrude called us back to the house for supper. Billy smiled at me with a huge infectious grin that showed his paper white perfect teeth. You're gonna have the best supper yet, you wait and see, he said. My uncle was home from work and we all sat down to eat an early supper. And we did eat well. We had country ham and northern style corn bread, which was richer than I was used to and, well very moist, fluffy and cake-like, a mix of butter beans and green beans with ham with cole slaw. Billy was not fat but I could not believe him pack it all away. I guess that is how you maintain a 6'3" frame. After he finished eating what must have been his third helping of ham, and while my uncle helped himself to a beer as he got a toothpick from the holder on the table, Billy invited me to go for a ride on the ATV. My aunt said not so fast, your cousin needs to clear the table. So after about 5 minutes of helping Aunt Gertrude clean up, I went out to the garage to look for Billy. Billy had opened the doors to the garage and the ATV was parked outside. I hung around for a few minutes and Billy showed up a few minutes later with a thermos and a bundle packed in a blanket and tied up with cord. He secured the bundle to the back of the ATV and got on, telling me to get on behind him. I barely got on before he opened it up and we zoomed ahead, while I held onto his hips for dear life and he laughed manaically; my groin pressed to the crack in his ass and my chest pressed to his back, we sped down the hill at breakneck speed, my basketball shorts and shirt and Billy's shirt whipping against my body as my heart was about to come out of my chest. Out of almost nowhere, as we were going down the gravel road there was a break in between two trees and Billy took a hard left onto a narrow path just barely the width of the ATV. Laughing uncontrollably as I held on to his waist and locked my fingers into the belt loops of his cut-off jeans, Billy started to show off and he revved the ATV and flew over crests of little hills of narrow paths through the woods. He whooped and yelled as the ATV dropped back onto the ground pushing my dick and balls into his ass crack. The steady hum of the motor with the erratic buzz of the acceleration added to the jolts of the ATV returning to the ground was exciting and fun. And add to that the fact that I was basically grinding into my hot older cousins ass, it became clear to me that I was getting hard and now I was holding onto Billy and trying not to embarrass myself by grinding my hard cock into his ass. We were really having a lot of fun now as we reached this pile of deep brown dirt that was piled as high as the hill they lived on, going up and down the hill and having a good time. Billy decided he was going to be a smart ass after a good while racing up and down the hill and stopped the ATV on dime, throwing us in the air and landing me in a pile of soft dirt with Billy right next to me. The front half of the ATV was buried a good bit in the soft dirt a few feet away from us and Billy and I scrambled to get our breath and get to our feet. As Billy got up, I noticed that he had a huge bulge in his cut-offs just like I had a large lump of my own I was trying to hide. Billy said hey, man, Ive got to piss and started to walk like the fifteen feet to the bottom of the hill where the tree line was. I followed him and he unzipped his pants and pulled out a meaty penis with his two first fingers and his thumb. The skin was two shades darker than the rest of his skin and you could see three large and angry veins traveling down the shaft. The skin didn't stop until just at the tip of his manhood, where it bunched into a loose pucker that protected his brightly blushing dick head, exposing a wide piss slit that soon opened up on that first oak tree at the bottom of the hill. I pulled down my basketball shorts to let my smaller penis with the dark scar exactly in the middle of my shaft let loose its own piss on the oak tree right next to Billy. Billy's stream finally started to weaken as he said that having a good piss is almost as much of a relief as jizzing in a nice tight pussy. I was really turned on and asked Billy what fucking a girl was like. He said it was the most awesome feeling, like feeling wanted and relief and letting go of everything you are holding onto. He said that its like finding someone who wants to feel good just like you do. Damn, he said, I really am missing Cindy, he said, you know she was my girlfriend. She started at Rutgers in June and she said it was time to move on, she wants to be a doctor and I am fine with staying here and enjoying myself. So I need to get a new girl, you know? I noticed that he was pulling his dick skin toward the end of his penis to flick the last remaining bits of moisture out before stuffing what I considered to be his huge tool back into his pants. I shook off before pulling up my briefs then basketball shorts and we walked back to the ATV. Billy suggested we rest a minute here before we go back, and he opened the 2 quart thermos of water and took a drink then offered the thermos to me. He spread the blanket and said do you want to sit here a minute? I said sure, and I thanked him for taking me out on his ATV when I am sure that he had a bunch of friends that he could be going out with. He said no problem, it's been rough for you, and besides I love you cuz. Then he rolled over onto me as I laid on the blanket spread over the soft dirt and I could feel his dick press against me. I could feel the urgent heat of his body and the smell of fresh sweat as he easily pinned me to the blanket with my arms and hands held over my head and I let a tortured groan escape my throat. The heat of his body rolled over me in waves and the excitement of body contact with Billy zipped through me and he slipped one hand down to slip my shorts and underpants down my body, subtly giving way as the dirt was falling toward the treeline. Billy, what? I started to say as he hushed me and slipped his own shorts off, pressing his dick against mine as we lay on that old blanket on the dirt pile. Sighing, Billy took off his shirt and said, oh fuck don't that feel good? Letting me up, I peeled off my now very sticky shirt and threw it aside. Looking at me very intensely, Billy grabbed our cocks and started to jack us off, both of us producing long sticky streams of clear juices. Plenty wet, Billy was using his shaft skin to give us maximum pleasure as he gently moved his hand up our shafts. Under our heads, the skin was bunching up and giving each of us pleasure as we moved back and forth against the underside of our fuck poles. Our piss slits were drooling out plenty of lube and Billy was bucking against me pretty good when he erupted and sprayed me with blast after blast of his ball juices. I was so hard and it was so awesome to see him shoot, but I couldn't cum. As he softened, he kept stroking my still very hard dick for about another minute and I felt my balls churn and a soft pulsing heat run through my dick as I convulsed for about thirty seconds. I was a complete mess. Billy was sweaty and lying back on the blanket with his eyes closed.

After a few minutes had passed, I noticed Billy's large balls had dropped in their lightly hairy sack and that his dick was softening and surrounded with a small pucker of skin, a tiny bit of his glistening dick head showing where just one large drop of his pearly man liquor had slipped and started to make its escape at the tiny end of his dick skin's sphincter. Reaching over, I gently retrieved the drop with my index finger, and as he opened his steely eyes, I placed the drop in my mouth. Smiling goofily, Billy asked me how it tasted. Kinda like having a taste of butter that sat out on the counter with a bit getting a mouth full of ocean water, I said. You a'right? He asked me; fine, I said. He said, I meant you didn't shoot. I said I never have, but you made me feel so good. Billy said I should soon begin to shoot like he does, and I said I hope so, it looks like fun. Fuck yeah, he said, we should get back and clean up, and we finished up the water in the thermos between us. We dug out the ATV in the remaining light as Billy cranked up ATV, and I tied on the blanket and thermos to the back. In the small amount of light remaining in the Pennsylvania skyline, the smell of leaves and sweat heavy in the air, I hugged Billy close as I felt his much more relaxed body throw the ATV into gear and we were well on our way back home. I was so happy to have connected to Billy and I hoped that the rest of my trip would be as fun as my first night.