Will began thrusting, long hard strokes which made me whimper. Despite the 'telegraph-pole' that was sorely stretching my fundament, I started to relax. His hand gently stroked my trembling body. I was joined to Will in a most private, lewd act. Slowly, I started to get used to the alien sensations. Tears pricked my eyes as I struggled to accommodate his engorged member inside my hot, tight rectum. When his nuts were brushing against my bum-cheeks he stopped. I did and he slipped the massive bulbous head past my protesting sphincter. I felt his knob press against my backdoor. My cousin coated his member with vaseline before climbing on top of me. His thick penis stuck up like a poker from its nest of black pubic hairs. Will walked into my line of sight and took of his trousers. "Well, seeing as you offered, I'll be glad to give you one". I gasped at the pain of the intrusion but then sighed when the tip of his finger massaged my love-nut.
His finger explored my crack and found my bum-hole. I flinched, expecting a flurry of painful blows but his big hand just fondled my bum-cheeks. When I was in position I felt Will's big hand explore my buttocks. He pulled his T-Shirt off, revealing his muscular torso. "Strip naked and lie on top of that, with your bare bum sticking up in the air". My big cousin grabbed me by the shoulder and marched me through to the bedroom. His handsome face looked stern and his eyes were cold. Out of the blue, Will said: "I suppose I should spank your bum". Aunty Dottie revved up the Hillman and went off to visit friends on a neighbouring farm. It was Sunday and, after the meal, Will stayed inside the house. It was pouring with rain and Will did not return to the house until dinner time. She soon had a big plate of bacon and eggs in front of me and I surprised myself by eating it all up. Aunty Dottie was busy in the kitchen, perspiring from the heat of the coal range. There was a delicious smell of fried bacon so I got up, performed my ablutions and got dressed. I must have fallen asleep again because when I awoke Will was gone from the bedroom. 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 reached back with my hand and gently wrapped my fist around Will's hot, thick shaft. In contrast, Will's penis felt like a ram-rod. 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. The feeling was so sensual I felt my own modest member swell. His massive erect penis was lodged inside my bum-crack. We were nestled together like two spoons. I awoke near morning to feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. He soon started snoring quietly and eventually I fell asleep. I'd slept with mates before but not a man like Will. It was common enough for males to share a double bed. "Night", I replied, snuggling into the mattress. "Good! Now we're on farting terms", he chuckled. "That's the most sensible thing you've said all night", Will joked before releasing a noisy 'pants-ripper' of his own. My face flushed brick-red with embarassment. I must have relaxed in the darkness because I unintentionally let off a fart.
I climbed into my side of the bed and Will switched off the lamp. "You are very welcome to share my bed, son, but I draw the line at sleeping beside a 'tent'. His thick un-cut penis hung slack from its forest of black pubic hair. His alabaster buttocks were perfectly proportioned. God, he was a big man! Muscular from working on the farm with not an ounce of fat on him. 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. Then we listened to the Farming News on the wireless. Aunty Dottie had prepared a scrumptious beef caserole and I tucked into it with an enthusiasm which gladdened her heart.Īfterwards, I dried the dishes which Will had washed. His handshake had been firm and the smile of welcome, genuine. If my cousin Will was at all put out by having a nerdy young relative to stay, he didn't show it. Later, we all sat around the big table in the kitchen. I trudged down a path to use the long-drop toilet and then washed my hands in the basin on the porch. I put my suitcase on a rack and then walked outside.
Besides, the bed in the spare room is not fit to be slept on". I collected my suitcase and followed Auntie Dottie inside the farm house. She flung my suitcase in the boot of the Hillman and we drove along the winding gravel road to the farm.