Cousin Will

The year was 1951 and I was 18 years old. There was something of a family crisis so it was decided I'd visit the farm during the long summer holidays. The slow train pulled into the small rural town of Marton and stopped at the tiny railway station. I collected my suitcase from the Guard's van and looked around me. The platform was empty. I sat down on my suitcase and waited in the bright sunshine.

I expected my cousin Will would pick me up. He was 23-years-old and managed the family farm, We had one thing in common, both our fathers had been killed in the war. However, it was Aunty Dottie who pulled up in the Hillman. She braked hard, making a big swirl of gravel in the road.

"Sorry I'm late, Jamie", she said breathlessly. She flung her arms around me and gave me a big sloppy kiss. Yuck!

"Let's have a look at you". She ran a critical eye over me.

"Much too thin", she decided. "Expect it was that horrid rationing. Never mind, darling. We'll soon fatten you up".

She flung my suitcase in the boot of the Hillman and we drove along the winding gravel road to the farm. I collected my suitcase and followed Auntie Dottie inside the farm house.

"I've put you in with Will", she said. "Company for you. Besides, the bed in the spare room is not fit to be slept on".

We went into the bedroom.

"I'll leave you to freshen up. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes".

There was a double bed in the room. I put my suitcase on a rack and then walked outside. I trudged down a path to use the long-drop toilet and then washed my hands in the basin on the porch.

Later, we all sat around the big table in the kitchen. If my cousin Will was at all put out by having a nerdy young relative to stay, he didn't show it. His handshake had been firm and the smile of welcome, genuine. Aunty Dottie had prepared a scrumptious beef caserole and I tucked into it with an enthusiasm which gladdened her heart.

Afterwards, I dried the dishes which Will had washed. Then we listened to the Farming News on the wireless. When it was dark we went to bed.

In the bedroom, I tried not to look at Will while hurriedly changing into my cotton nightshirt like some modest schoolboy on his first night in the junior dorm. My cousin was not so bashful. He stripped right off. God, he was a big man! Muscular from working on the farm with not an ounce of fat on him. His alabaster buttocks were perfectly proportioned. His thick un-cut penis hung slack from its forest of black pubic hair.

"You are very welcome to share my bed, son, but I draw the line at sleeping beside a 'tent'. You'll be too flaming hot. We always sleep in the nuddy here'.

Slowly, I pulled the 'tent' right off.

"That's better".

I climbed into my side of the bed and Will switched off the lamp. I must have relaxed in the darkness because I unintentionally let off a fart. My face flushed brick-red with embarassment.

"That's the most sensible thing you've said all night", Will joked before releasing a noisy 'pants-ripper' of his own.

"Good! Now we're on farting terms", he chuckled. "Night, son".

"Night", I replied, snuggling into the mattress. It was common enough for males to share a double bed. I'd slept with mates before but not a man like Will. He soon started snoring quietly and eventually I fell asleep.

I awoke near morning to feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. We were nestled together like two spoons. His massive erect penis was lodged inside my bum-crack. The feeling was so sensual I felt my own modest member swell.

Now, I knew I was queer. At boarding school an older youth had often tried to take my anal cherry but we were both inexperienced and he always shot his bolt before he got it up me. In contrast, Will's penis felt like a ram-rod. I reached back with my hand and gently wrapped my fist around Will's hot, thick shaft. Hardly daring to breathe, I positioned the bulbous head against my virgin bum-hole! But then my cousin snorted in his sleep and rolled over onto his back, leaving me lonely.

I must have fallen asleep again because when I awoke Will was gone from the bedroom. There was a delicious smell of fried bacon so I got up, performed my ablutions and got dressed. Aunty Dottie was busy in the kitchen, perspiring from the heat of the coal range. She soon had a big plate of bacon and eggs in front of me and I surprised myself by eating it all up.

It was pouring with rain and Will did not return to the house until dinner time. His black hair was shiny with the rain. It was Sunday and, after the meal, Will stayed inside the house. Aunty Dottie revved up the Hillman and went off to visit friends on a neighbouring farm.

Out of the blue, Will said: "I suppose I should spank your bum".

"What do you mean?" I stammered.

"For touching my dick this morning".

"I thought you were asleep".

"Well I wasn't". His handsome face looked stern and his eyes were cold.

"I'm sorry", I whispered.

"What you did was very, very naughty. You know what that means, don't you?"

"I get a spanking"?

"Damn right. Come with me".

My big cousin grabbed me by the shoulder and marched me through to the bedroom. He made a nest of pillows on the bed.

"Strip naked and lie on top of that, with your bare bum sticking up in the air".

He pulled his T-Shirt off, revealing his muscular torso. I gulped but got out of my clothes. When I was in position I felt Will's big hand explore my buttocks.

"Why did you touch my dick?" he asked.

"I dunno".

"Wrong answer, son".

His hand gave my bum a light smack. He paused, that hand still touching me.

"Why, son?" he asked again.

"You'll kill me if I tell you".

"Maybe, maybe not".

I gulped. "I-I wanted to feel you inside me. Use me like a girl".

I flinched, expecting a flurry of painful blows but his big hand just fondled my bum-cheeks.

"Have you had one up you before?"

"No".

His finger explored my crack and found my bum-hole. He penetrated me with his finger. I gasped at the pain of the intrusion but then sighed when the tip of his finger massaged my love-nut.

"You've got a tight one. It'll hurt".

"I know".

"Well, seeing as you offered, I'll be glad to give you one".

The finger was withdrawn. Will walked into my line of sight and took of his trousers. His underpants fell to the floor. His thick penis stuck up like a poker from its nest of black pubic hairs.

My cousin coated his member with vaseline before climbing on top of me. I felt his knob press against my backdoor.

"Cough". he said.

I did and he slipped the massive bulbous head past my protesting sphincter. It hurt like hell.

"Keep coughing".

Will inched his way inside me. When his nuts were brushing against my bum-cheeks he stopped.

"Tell me when it stops hurting".

Tears pricked my eyes as I struggled to accommodate his engorged member inside my hot, tight rectum. Slowly, I started to get used to the alien sensations. I was joined to Will in a most private, lewd act. His hand gently stroked my trembling body. Despite the 'telegraph-pole' that was sorely stretching my fundament, I started to relax.

"O.K?"

I nodded my head. Will began thrusting, long hard strokes which made me whimper. The floorboards started their rhythmic creaking sound. After an eternity, I felt his rod swell deep inside me. He groaned and then ejaqulated, spraying the walls of my rectum with his cum.

Afterwards, my dick which had become seriously deflated during the fucking, went hard again.

"What have we here?" Will's hand touched my erect member. "Nice! You want to give me one?"

"Well ..."

My cousin took that as a 'yes'. He straddled the pillows, offering up his masculine buttocks. I coated my dick with vaseline and aimed it at his prominent bum-hole. When I pushed, he coughed and it slid right into him. His inner-muscles swirled around the head, drawing me right inside him. His juicy shitter was so hot! His ring spasmed around my cock.

"Are you ok?" I whispered.

"Fuck yes! Do me hard".

I commenced thrusting. Nothing else had ever felt so good. Before long my cock erupted, filling his bowels with hot cum.

We cleaned ourselves up and then got dressed again.

That night at dinner, Aunty Dottie saw me wince when my sore bum-hole made contact with the seat of the chair.

"What's the matter?", she asked, anxiously.

Will grinned. "He's OK, Ma. The boy gave me a bit of cheek before so I spanked him".

"That's all right, then". My aunt was relieved it was nothing more serious. I smiled to myself. This was going to be the best holiday ever!

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written by moonspender2