Cousins All
by:
Will B
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2007 by the Author)
Advisor: E Walk
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Chapter 1
Introduction
It is with great pleasure and love that I dedicate this story to Jaz and Nicky. May their love and commitment to each other grow and deepen. In good times and bad may they always each look to the other as lover, companion and friend.
INTRODUCTION
“Cousins All” continues the lives, loves, and problems of the Johnson, Dixon, Fishbein, Heckman and Smith families. The younger generation, who were pre-teens in “Companions All” are now young men and women in their 20s. Readers may want to read the earlier stories in this series: “Brothers All,” “Looking Ahead,” “Friends All,” and “Companions All.
The cousins are:
Young Al Johnson, age 24, son of Jack and Peggy, is now a policeman in his third year on the job; Mark Taylor is his patrol car partner.
Young Steve Johnson, age 24, son of Jack and Peggy, is a second year history teacher at Hammond Valley Middle School.
Young Sarah Johnson, age 19, daughter of Jack and Peggy, is a student at Goucher College.
Timmy Green Heckman, age 23, son of Dave and Mary, is a third year seminary student at Union Presbyterian Seminary, and is engaged to Linda Fell, 22, also a College student
Tammy Green Heckman, age 20, daughter, of Dave and Mary, is a nurse at Greater Baltimore Medical Center.
Jimmy Porter Smith, age 22, son of Dr. Paul and Sally (Johnson) Smith, is a first year science teacher at Padonia Hill Middle School.
Just as the “Companions” were a group of men who enjoyed singing at schools, hospitals and nursing homes, the “Cousins” were young men who played guitars, banjos, and ukuleles at hospitals and retirement homes. Sarah and Tammy often sang with them.
The story begins on June 1, 1985, a miserable “hazy, hot and humid” afternoon in Baltimore, which is suffering under a Bermuda High. It was, as they say, “hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk.”
Steve Johnson let himself into the apartment he shared with his lover, Jimmy Porter Smith. Steve was a second year history teacher at Hammond Valley Middle School. Jim was a first year science teacher at Padonia Hill Middle School.
“God, it’s hot! I’m losing these clothes, and I’m going to relax for a few minutes before I take a shower and start supper. Wish we could afford air conditioning, but these window fans we bought do help.”
Steve and Al had moved into the apartment the previous August, when Jim had graduated from State Teachers College and the two had decided to share living quarters. It was on the second floor of an old house on Joppa Road, east of Towson. It had its own private side-door entrance, two bedrooms, a living room with a dining area, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a storage room. The two men had furnished the apartment in an eclectic style. Some pieces were given to them by friends and relatives, they had found some pieces at second hand stores, but one thing they both wanted was a good new king sized bed. The second bedroom would be a study with two desks and chairs, two filing cabinets, two computers, and several bookshelves.
Steve went into the bedroom and stripped down to his shorts. If he had looked at himself naked in the mirror, he would have seen a 24-year-old man, 5’11 in height, with brown hair, hazel eyes, and light hair on his chest, with a six-inch penis that could grow to seven inches when aroused. His butt was firm and his pubes were neatly trimmed.
He sat in his recliner for a few minutes before getting in the shower he found his mind going back to that magical time some ten years earlier when Jim had spent the night at his house. The two boys, like all young boys, were curious about their bodies.
“Hey, Steve, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
“Okay.”
“Look, you’re starting to get some hair down there.”
“Yeah, Jim, my dad says it’s because I’m becoming a man.”
“Uhhhh, Steve . . . uhhh, can I touch it?”
“Can I touch yours?”
“Sure, Steve.”
<Waves of tingling pleasure coursed through their young bodies>
So began a period when two growing boys explored each other’s bodies. Soon the touching evolved into something more.
“Jim, can we jerk each other off?
“You bet. Steve. How about if I get behind you and reach around you and rub your prick while I rest my cock in your ass crack.”
“OK, Jim, and then we’ll switch.”
<The waves of pleasure became a steady current. >
And then….
“Steve, I want to lick you. You want to lick me?”
“Sounds like fun.”
<Sounds of licking and tasting and groaning>
“Jim, I’m going to come. Do you want me to come in your mouth?”
“Sure, if I can shoot my load in yours!”
“OK. I . . . oh . .. . .OHH. . . .. OOOOHHHHH!”
“Steve, I think . . . . AAAAGGGHHH, AAAAGGGGH.”
<The current of pleasure had evolved into a flash flood of passion,>
Their mutual pleasuring of each other continued until Steve was 18 and Jim was 16. One night . . .
“Jim, I want to do something we haven’t done before. I want to put . . . I want to put . . . my cock in . . . . in your ass.”
“Will it hurt, Steve?”
“I don’t know, Jim, but I’m going to go slow and I have some hand lotion that I will use to make it go in more smoothly.”
Steve lubricated Jim’s anus and ass cheeks and lubricated his own penis. He used his fingers to open Jim’s love canal. Slowly he approached Jim, and gently pressed his glans against Jim’s opening.
“Ooooohhhh. Go slow……, go slow……,” Jim said.
Suddenly Steve’s cock pressed through Jim’s ass ring, and Jim’s sphincter muscles clamped down on Steve’s throbbing tool.
Steve began to thrust in and out, each time pushing his man meat farther and farther into the tunnel of love. When he hit Jim’s prostate, Jim let out a moan of ecstasy.
“Ohhhh, ohhh, Steve. Keep it up. Go harder. Harder, faster, FASTER, DAMN IT. It feels so good. It feels like I’m going to . . . . AAAAHAHHHHHH AHHHHHH AHHHHH!”
As Jim began to shoot onto his chest and face, Steve also ejaculated shot after shot of creamy cum into Jim’s pulsating love muscle.
<The torrent of sexual drive had morphed into a tsunami of lust, passion and love. Steve and Jim were bonded in more ways than just the physical.>
Ever since then the young men had been lovers, showing their love whenever they could. They knew that some day, when they had finished college, they would live together and would build their lives together.
“Ohh!” said Steve to himself. “I’d better take a shower to cool off before I cum right now and before Jim can join me.”
Steve enjoyed the cool water as it cascaded over his body, over his broad shoulders, down his pecs, washing over his nipples, flowing down his abdomen and treasure trail, laving his cock and balls, and then cooling his legs.
As he stepped out of the shower, he heard, “Hey, honey, I’m home.” It was Jim.
“I’m just out of the shower, sweetheart, why don’t you get naked and join me. Maybe we can have a little fun before supper?”
Jimmy Porter Smith, adopted son of Dr. Paul and Sally Smith, was 22. He had just completed his first year as a science teacher at Padonia Hill Middle School. He was six feet tall, with black hair and blue eyes His chest and six pack were covered with heavy black hair which continued down to his treasure trail and bush. His penis was six inches when “in repose,” and sprang to a full seven and a half inches at all the right times.
He put down his brief case, went into the bedroom, took off his clothes and went into the bathroom, where his lover stood buck naked, drying off.
“Kiss me, my studly stallion. I want to suck face,” Jim said.
The two guys took each other in a full embrace and held each other.
“Well, doggone. Look at me,” said Steve. “I just got out of the shower all cool and clean and you come in here all naked and hot, and you get me hot all over, and now I’m just gonna have to take another shower. Oh, well, that’s the way it goes, I guess.”
“Poor baby, did mean old Jim get you hot and bothered? Well good for me,” Jim smirked.
And so they did take a shower, and there was some kissing, fondling, groping and stroking, but Steve said, “You know it is so damn hot. The paper said there was a chance of rain tonight and it would be cooler. Why don’t we wait until then to make love?”
“Sounds like a plan,” agreed Jim. “Are you fixing supper while I clean up?”
“Yeah. I thought it would be something light and easy to fix. Hot dogs, potato salad and cole slaw, and I have an idea for dessert I know you’ll enjoy.”
“Steve, my love, if you fix it, I would enjoy it if it were wet cardboard soaked in tomato juice!”
Each wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy tight briefs, the two men sat down to a simple supper of sausages, salad (potato), and slaw (cole).
The sky outside began to cloud over.
While they ate, Steve told Jim some happy news. “Tim Heckman is home from seminary and he has a job as Youth Director at Trinity Presbyterian. He’ll be able to join us “Cousins” at our concert at Kernan’s Children’s Hospital.”
“That’s great! He’ll be a good man to work with the youth. Pastor Glendy is a good man, but I think many of the young people might not feel comfortable confiding with him,” Jim replied.
Jim then told Steve about the meeting of science teachers he had gone to.
”Our supervisor has asked some of us to prepare a curriculum to educate the
students in middle and high school about AIDS. I’m to be on the committee. We’ll
meet for two weeks after the close of school, AND we will be paid for our time.”
“Good for you, hon, but what is AIDS? I’ve know about it, but I’m not too sure what it has to do with middle school students,” Steve said.
“It’s a disease that is sweeping through the men who visit Turkish baths and who engage in unprotected sex—and there is no known cure for it. Public health officials are afraid it is going to hit the general population. The Department of Education wants us to give the students factual information without being judgmental, but we’ve got to warn them.”
Steve looked at Jim and thought, “Oh, dear Lord, Jim, we can’t be at risk, can we. Not us?”
Jim looked at Steve and, as if reading his thoughts, said, “Steve, for the last four years we have been committed to each other, and right now we say ‘Oh, we’ll never cheat on each other,’ but we have to be informed about these things.”
The two young men, so much in love with each other, took each other’s hands, and clasped them tightly.
They had finished supper and Steve went into the kitchen and Jim could hear him moving around.
A slight, very slight, breeze sprang up.
“Need any help, honey?”
“No, babe. I’m bringing it in now.” Steve came back into the dining area carrying two oval ice cream dishes, loaded with . . . “Ta, dah,” Steve said, “BANANA SPLITS!”
“Ummm, perfect. A perfect ending to a great meal!” Jim exclaimed.
“You know, my love, I think I’d like to peel your banana,” Steve smirked.
“And I want to savor and slobber and suck your own delicious sausage,” Jim replied.
The sky grew black. The temperature dropped and a breeze appeared.
“It’s almost cool enough for us to make some hay while the sun isn’t shining,” Steve said.
BAM! CRASH! FLASH! CRASH! BAM!
The storm broke. Steve and Jim ran to shut the windows and then turned and looked at each other. They kissed, and their tongues flickered over each other’s face and lips and teeth faster than the lightning outside flickered over the countryside.
Jim said “Now I will surprise you, Steve. Come here.”
Jim began to kiss Steve’s face, his chin, his nose, and his ears.
He whispered sweet but sexy nothings into Steve’s ear.
He moved his mouth down to Steve’s neck. He puckered his lip and gave Steve love bites on his shoulders (where they wouldn’t show), and then moved to Steve’s nipples. He kissed them, he sucked them, and he nipped them gently with his teeth,. By then Steve was moaning with love and delight.
Once Steve’s nips were erect, Jim tweaked them and then continued kissing Steve’s torso, and when he got to that lovely treasure trail that led to the seat of earthly delights, he laved his mouth’s moisture on the hair.
By then Jim was on his knees and had reached the waistband of Steve’s briefs. “I’m gonna undress you now, my love, without using my hands!”
Using his lips and teeth, Jim gradually lowered the waist of the briefs an inch. He had Steve slowly turn around so that he could reach all sides of Steve’s quivering body. He languidly lapped his way all around that newly exposed inch of body. When he reached the top of Steve’s ass crack, he flicked his tongue over the shallow depression,
He lowered the briefs another inch. The top of Steve’s pubes was revealed. Again Jim lovingly licked and kissed every newly bared inch of the other man’s flesh. His kisses were firm and passionate. When he reached the ass crack, he paid special attention to that cleft between the two firm globes.
With the next revolution of Steve’s shuddering body, Jim succeeded in getting Steve’s briefs to drop to the floor. Jim’s kisses were lascivious, lustful and moist. He kissed, sucked, and gave little love-bites. He tongue-fucked Steve’s ass crack, and then worked his way around to Steve’s now fully erect, pulsating male organ. He licked the lower side of Steve’s man-tool.
“I can’t wait, Jim,” Steve cried out. “Take me, use me, do what you want to me. Suck me, Fuck me. Do whatever you want.”
Jim flicked his tongue over Steve’s glans, which was glistening with those drops of dew that presage an eruption of creamy man-milk. Another flick.
Jim stood up and said, “Let’s go to bed and finish this. I love you. I want you. I want to possess you, and I want you to possess me.”
The wind blew the rain against the windows with a force that made the old house shake, but the force and power of the wind was far surpassed by the power and the passion with which the two men showed their love for each other.
It was a night of passionate love inside, while outside it was truly a . . . a . . . Dark and Stormy Night!
To be continued.
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Author’s postscript. All the guides to good writing caution against starting a story with a cliché, especially that old chestnut about a dark and stormy night. Nobody ever said we can’t end a story that way!
Again I thank Ed and Gerry Young, another dear friend, both of whom read this story and made many helpful suggestions.
Jaz and Nicky, I hope you enjoy this story. There will be more to cum (I mean come). No I do mean cum. Will B.
It’s me the comma chaser: Honestly, talk about packing a significant amount into one chapter. In 1985, AIDS was the new buzz word, but then you throw in Bermuda highs and the guys are guys are going at warp speed. I was almost afraid that they were going to disappear into the dreaded Bermuda Triangle. I am looking forward to hearing about young Al and his patrol partner Mark. I hope they aren’t playing games on the job. E
Author’s Rebuttal: Playing games on the job? Why, the steering wheel and the console would get in the way. They would have to get in the back seat before one of them could get in the back way. Guess I’d better back off. We’ll just have to wait and see, won’t we, gang. And don’t let E’s tough talk fool you. I actually found a comma he had put into my story! What will he try to insert next? Huh! I’ll bet next week it’ll be semicolons and then (gasp) exclamation marks!
But you know what, dear readers. E has sent friendship, humor, and love and they are already inserted in my heart, God bless him!
Finally (yes, I’m almost done), to all of my readers, may you have a blessed Christmas, a joyous With best wishes for a Merry Christmas and a Happy and Prosperous New Year, I am season, and a happy prosperous new year. As that other kid once said . . . .
“God Bless us, everyone!”
Posted: 12/21/07