Companions All by Will B

Cousins All
by: Will B
(© 2007 by the Author)
Advisor: E Walk

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Jason and Nicky: You have found love with each other

and now together you soar on eagle’s wings in endless space.

We miss you, we miss your love and your wit

May peace and light fill your days.

From Chapter 19: The cousins plan a concert at the Veteran’s Hospital at Fort Howard and Troy and Richard have Troy’s nephews Bill and Bob come to stay.

Chapter 20

It was 7:00 and Bob and Bill were sleeping with Bob spooning Bill’s backside. Bob’s rampant rooter was pushing against Bill’s butt, and Bill was pushing back. Bob’s hand was curving over Bill’s waist and was cupping his brother’s four-inch dick. Bill was gradually waking up and all he could think of was how great it was to have Bob’s hard prick pushing against his butt, and to have Bob’s hand holding his own boy cock.

‘If only Bob would start pumping his cock at me,’ Bill thought to himself.

Bob, who was still half asleep, was wishing Bill would raise his right leg so that he could get his pecker in—just a little farther.

Several things happened almost at once. Bill woke up and realized he had better get his 15 year old butt into the bathroom and empty his bladder. Then Bob woke up shortly afterward with the same feeling that he had better take care of a very pressing need.

The two young guys had just finished their stint in the bathroom when they heard Troy calling up the stairs, “Hey, guys. Are you awake? Do you want to get up and have breakfast and go with us down to the police station? Richard and I have some items of business we need to take care of before we go on our trip today—or would you two sleepyheads rather stay here? We’ll only be gone about an hour and a half!”

Bob and Bill looked at each other and grinned. Bill whispered, ‘If we stayed here, we could . . . .’

Bob whispered back, ‘Yeah! That’s sure a good idea, because I would like to. . . .’

Bill called down to his uncle, “If it’s okay with you, Uncle Troy. Bob and I want to catch a few more zzzz’s. We’ll be all right until you get back.”

“OK,” said Troy. “We’ll see you in a little while.” He and Richard went out and got in their car and drove away.

No sooner had Troy and Richard pulled away than Bob jumped out of bed, and stood naked leaning his back into the wall.

Bob had a five-inch dick that was nestled in a bush of dark and curly pubic hair. Bill’s four-inch pecker had its own bush and a light treasure trail of fine hair leading from the forest at the base of Bill’s penis up to the navel.

As Bill approached, Bob turned him around so that Bill was leaning back against Bob’s body. Bob put his arms around Bill’s shoulders, and planted two very light kisses on Bill’s ear lobes. As he kissed each ear, he whispered, “I love you, Bill.”

Bill was so enthralled by the kisses, he couldn’t say anything except “Ummmmm!”

Bob began to lightly caress Bill’s shoulders; when he was satisfied he moved his hands to Bill’s pecs. He began to caress them with each hand making circular motions.

Bob licked each of his fingers and began to rub Bill’s nipples, which up to this time had been soft and pinkish. The nipples began to get hard and turned to a darker pink almost purple color. Bill’s nips were standing straight out as if at attention.

‘Oh, don’t stop,’ Bill thought, ‘keep that up.’ But all he could utter was a soft sigh “Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh!”

Bob let his fingers go for a light walk down Bill’s torso to his navel. He once again put some lip-lubrication on his fingers so he could make circular motions on Bill’s navel, going round and round into that small pit of his brother’s belly.

Bill was becoming more and more aroused. He began to move his body back and forth and sideways, all the time sighing or moaning with pleasure. “Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! So good, Bob, so good! Ahhhhh!”

Bob moved his fingers to the creases between Bill’s torso and his thighs. He ran his fingers up and down those creases, and began to make light pinching motions with his thumbs and forefingers.

Not once did he touch, nor even go near, Bill’s treasure trail or his cock, but Bill’s willy was becoming a full fledged William, standing straight out, and quivering with delight and lust. The glans had changed color from pink to purple, and there was . . . yes, there was a glistening of moisture appearing at the opening of Bill’s tool.

Bob began the whole trip down Bill’s torso all over again, but this time, the kisses on the ear lobes and on the shoulders were more like love bites. The light caresses on the pecs became a heavy kneading.

The circular motions with moistened fingers on Bill’s nipples became firm pinches.

The caressing, the rubbing, the touching became more and more insistent. Bill began to feel his testicles contract, and his toes curled in preparation for shooting his boy cum.

Bob and Bill were moving side to side as if in time to some unheard melody. Bill’s breathing was becoming heavier and heavier. Bob’s movements started to become jerkier as if he were no longer in control of his body.

Bob stopped. He stopped holding Bill. He stopped caressing Bill’s body. He pushed Bill away and said huskily, “Bill, I’m gonna show you somethin’ you ‘ll never forget. Lie down on the bed, face up.”

Bill did as his brother asked but he wondered what was coming next. ‘Is Bob gonna give me a hand job? But no, Bob had done that before.’

He thought, to himself, ‘Is Bob gonna suck my dick? No, we’ve done that a lot. What does he have in mind? Whatever it is, he’d better hurry up, I’m gonna shoot my load.’

Then to Bill’s surprise, Bob got onto the bed and straddled Bill’s body, facing his brother, who lay there with his eyes half closed.

“Bill, I want you to lick your fingers and then lubricate my ass hole,” Bob directed. “Then take some of the moisture off your helmet and use that to lubricate my ass.”

“You’ll see. Just follow my lead,” said Bob with a lustful look on his face.

Bill used his fingers to lubricate his brother’s anal opening, and Bob used some of his own spit to add to the moisture, and then . . . and then . . . (Bill couldn’t believe what was happening!).

Bob had never had a cock up his love-chute, but he had fingered his hole enough times, that he was sure he could take Bill’s organ. He gently pushed on his brother’s stiff tool and he finally felt its tumescence enter the tunnel of delight.

At first there was some discomfort, but as Bob was able to accommodate his brother’s cock, the discomfort changed to . . . feelings of such intense pleasure that Bob could only arch his back and let out increasingly loud sounds of “Aaaaahhhhh! A-a-a-a-h-h-h-h-h! A-A-A-A-H-H-H-H-H-H-H-H!”

Bob clenched and unclenched his muscles, and Bill began to buck up and down. The two once more began to move in a rhapsodic rhythm that gradually brought them to that peak of pleasure.

“That’s it, Bill! Pump your cock in my ass. Fuck me. Fuck me! I SAID FUCK ME. DON’T STOP!”

Bob let out gasp after gasp of pleasure as Bill’s penis reached, caressed, and massaged his own prostate. His sphincter muscles clamped down so that Bill could not have withdrawn even if he had wanted to.

Back and forth and up and down they moved. Bill reached up and pinched Bob’s nipples, and Bob did the same for his brother. So lost in the moment were they that they were hardly aware of what they were doing or thinking. The only thing they both knew was that they didn’t ever want these incredible feelings to stop!

Finally release came. The two teen studs released their lava in simultaneous eruptions of hot, steamy man juice. Bob’s cum came in three large spurts that coated Bill’s chest, neck, and face.

Bill’s penis shot its load so far into Bob’s anus that Bob thought it would come up into his throat.

When the eruptions had finished and Bob had caught his breath, he leaned forward on to Bill’s chest and whispered, “Totally awesome, bro.”

Bill just hugged his brother as tight as he could, and whispered, “Thank you, Bob, thank you, so much!”

The two guys lay quietly for a few minutes and then Bob said, “You know, bro, you’re now a certified member of the ACPA.”

“No one has ever put their spike in my hole before. You are the first, and so you have plucked my ass-cherry, as they say. So, I guess that makes you a member of the Ass-Cherry Pluckers’ Association.”

“OK,” said Bill, “then tomorrow, if not sooner, I want you to pluck my cherry. I want your rod in my rectum, and I don’t care if you fuck my ass so hard that I’ll be walking funny for a couple of days.”

The two studs drifted off to sleep, totally naked, totally wrapped in each other’s arms, and totally lost in a post-orgasmic oblivion.

A little later Troy and Richard came home from finishing their chores at the police station.

Troy went upstairs, knocked on the door of his nephews’ room, and opened the door.

He saw two teenage boys lying on the bed, completely naked, completely wrapped in each other’s arms, and completely covered with a substance. His nose told him what that substance was.

He closed the door and went downstairs. He looked at Richard and started to laugh.

“Uhh, uhh, I think my nephews have been engaging in that time honored activity of playing like mice while the cats are away.”

Richard looked at him with a puzzled expression, and then he began to laugh. “Oh, ho!” said he. “I get what you’re saying. Tell you what. Let’s go outside, slam the car doors loudly and come in and slam the front door, and we’ll both call up to them. We’ll tell them that they have twenty minutes to be dressed and get their cute butts downstairs and be ready to go.”

This strategy worked. Bob and Bill heard their uncle, jumped up, made the bed, dashed into the bathroom, jumped in the shower, washed each other’s bodies, and got dressed, and were downstairs in twenty-two minutes.

“Sorry, Uncle Troy, Uncle Richard, I guess we fell asleep again,” said Bob.

As the four went to the car, Bill said quietly to his brother, “Do you think they suspect anything?”

“Naah!” said Bob. They’re old guys. They probably don’t know about such things!”

(The author requests his readers to stop that snickering, snorting, and guffawing. After all, they’re only youngsters; what do they know about our feelings and desires?)

After a late brunch, Troy and Richard took Bob and Bill to Fort McHenry and Federal Hill Park. That evening they went to Haussner’s Restaurant for an excellent dinner. The dining room was enhanced by the many fine paintings on the wall.

After a leisurely dinner, they went to the movies. None of the four guys were really paying attention to the show on the screen; they were lost in their own thoughts. Troy and Richard were thinking about how to handle the situation with the boys. Should they say anything at all? What should they say? How would the boys react?

Bob and Bill were thinking about the intense feelings they had experienced that morning. Not just the sex, although that was totally awesome, but about their feelings for each other. Bill was thinking about how loving Bob was, and Bob was thinking about how he would always want to look out for his little bro, and protect him from any harm.

When the four arrived home, it was 8:30, and not quite dark. Richard got the mail from the mail box, and was surprised to see a letter addressed to Troy—from Troy’s brother, Van. He gave the letter to Troy and went to fix a snack for the boys.

When he came out of the kitchen to announce that apple pie and ice cream were ready for anyone who wanted it, he saw Troy sitting with the letter in his hand, and a funny look at his face. Richard raised his eyebrows in a question, and Troy said quietly, “Later.”

Bob and Bill finished their pie and ice cream, said goodnight and went up to bed. Well, they went to bed, but not to sleep (not right away, that is).

Richard and Troy each had a piece of pie and a cup of decaffeinated coffee, and Troy said, “This letter is really for both of us. You read it.” He handed the letter to Richard, who took it and read:

I'm writing this because I didn’t think I’d have time to talk to you when we dropped the boys off. Dotty knows I'm writing this and she fully approves of what I'm about to ask you.

We know that Bob and Bill may have been engaging in sex with each other. We know that boys of that age often experiment, and that’s perfectly all right with Dotty and me. We even think they may be gay, although perhaps it’s too soon to tell.

Richard looked up from the letter and said to Troy, “ I think Van may know a little more than he’s telling us.” Troy nodded, and reached over and clasped Richard’s hand. Then Richard continued reading.

If they're gay, we know that it's not a choice they made, but it’s just the way they are. We don’t judge them. They’re our sons and we love them both.

Richard looked closely at the page: there seemed to be a spot of moisture on the page. Van’s letter continued.

What scares the hell out of us is that they may get mixed up with some predators, or some crazy characters, and that they might contract AIDS.

Troy, we know that you and Richard are a loving and committed couple, and we know that Troy lost his sons in a terrible accident.

Richard had to stop reading for a moment, and sat gazing into space, as if staring at a vision of a lost world with his two sons alive and well. He started to read again:

We know that you and Richard would do everything you could to protect these boys. We beg you both, that if and when the occasion arises, you'll talk to them about safety. Talk to them about the dangers of unprotected sex. Talk to them about predators. We’ll always be grateful to you both. We know that when we get back we’ll have to talk to them also, but in the meantime, if you can talk to them,we think they'll listen to you.

P.S. Dear Troy and Richard, I trust both of you with my boys. If they're gay, they couldn't have better role models than you two. Love, Dotty.

Richard sat silently for a moment, and then said, “My love, I think we need to have that talk with the boys in the morning right after breakfast, and perhaps we need to share some personal things we’ve never told anyone else.”

Troy rose, came around the table, and pulled Richard into his arms, and said, “I love you, Richard Vidmark. Whatever you say, will be the right thing. Now, let’s go to bed. I just want us to hold each other.”

Author’s comment: This chapter just seemed to write itself. I hope I have successfully conveyed the feelings of love the two brothers have for each other, the love that Van and Dotty have for their sons, and the love and trust the two parents have for Troy and Richard.

Encourager’s comment: This was a great chapter. It was steeped with emotions of all kinds. This should be a stand alone story. How are we going to mix these wonderful people in with the Cousins All. I vote that we demand that our illustrious author make Richard, Troy, Bill and Bob the major characters in their own story.

The author replies: Dear Readers: Feedback from editors or readers often sparks an idea. There will be a separate story about Richard, Troy, Bill and Bob. If ever ou send a suggestion to an author, be assured that it will be appreciated, and even if it morphs into something else, it will be your suggestion that did it.