Thanksgiving Treats
by Mark James and Ted

 

My Cousin Comes to Dinner

It was Thanksgiving Day and everybody was getting ready for the big feast. There were about 30 people milling around on the first floor of my parents three-story house — parents, brothers, sisters, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins and assorted friends. It had become a tradition that all the family would gather at my parents' home for Thanksgiving. After all, Dad was the only one in the family with big bucks! He also had delusions of grandeur. He liked to refer to our home as "The Manor" and our two acres as "The Estate."

I was casually leaning over the back of a chair watching the crowd milling and trying to ignore the clamour and chatter when I felt a hand slide up and down my butt. It could have been any number of people stroking my ass because I was a good-looking well-build 71-year-old young man and I was hit on all of the time by men and women, relatives or not! It seems some members of the extended family didn't mind a little incest!

I turned my head and saw my older cousin Sean walking away. He looked back, grinning broadly, and motioned upstairs with his head. He and I had an on again off again homosexual relationship going back to early childhood. Well, I had the homosexual relationship. Sean was two years older than me, and liked to let me blow him whenever he was horny and I happened to be around. He always insisted he wasn't gay - he just liked getting his cock sucked - by anyone!

I knew he was going to the game room on the third floor. Everybody else by now was downstairs, because dinner was about to be served.

Sean loved quickies, because he liked to get his rocks off without having to put up with any lovey-dovey talk or touchy-feely stuff afterward. I didn’t mind. I had, by this time, sucked him off so many times in so many similar situations in this big house and on the grounds of dad's "estate" that it didn't bother me any more.

He went up the main stairs and I walked through the kitchen and went up the back stairs, so as not to be obvious to any observers.

As I passed my mother she said, “Don’t wander off Chris, I’m about to serve dinner.”

“I’ll be right back, mom.” I assured her.

I took the two flights of stairs two at a time, always eager to suck a nice cock. I scampered down the hall to the Game Room and went in.

“Sean.” I whispered.

“I’m over here,” he replied from the smaller, adjoining "Smoking Room". Dad liked to think this part of the "manor" was his own, private "Gentlemen's Club." It was actually a converted kitchenette from when the house had an upstairs in-law suite. Now it had four armchairs, and electric fireplace, and the existing sink and fridge, now a beer fridge.

I shut the door, locked it and hurried into the other room.

Sean was waiting for me leaning against the bar. He was a blond-headed, blue-eyed, muscular stud and just seeing him there half-naked caused a big bulge in my pants. His pants were down and his cock was erect.

“I’ve got your Thanksgiving dinner for you, fag boy!” he grinned.

“Yeah, Sean, you sure do, you turkey!”

 I got on my knees and sucked on his 'turkey neck". I slid my lips up and down his stalk, taking in half to three-quarters of its length with each stroke. His was the only cock I had ever sucked to that time, so I had nothing to compare my actions to. I am a lot more expert at cock-sucking now, some years later, but he seemed to enjoy what I did which was just the same repetitive motion that I had been using on him for years. Up and down, up and down!

I had my hand on his leg and I could tell he was getting excited when his muscles tensed and he put his hand on the back of my head and guided it forward each time I went down on him.

“Oh yeah, Chris! That’s the way to blow me. Suck it, you little fag!”

He stretched and crossed his arms, and grasping his shirt-tails, pulled his shirt up and off over his head, without unbuttoning the top button, which popped and flew off somewhere. I stopped sucking him for a moment to took mine off also. I desperately wanted to run my hands all over his muscular torso, but I knew he didn’t like that – it was too "faggy" – so I just continued sucking his cock.

I recognized the build up by this time and if I had deep throated him right then a couple of times he would probably have blown his load immediately, but I didn’t even know what a “deep throat” was or that he would have enjoyed my cock sucking a lot more if I had taken it all in my mouth. It wasn’t that I couldn’t take it all; it was just that it never occurred to me to do so.

He backed up and jumped up and sat on the counter. I shuffled over on my knees and resumed sucking him.

I could feel his body shiver and could see his stomach muscles contract and release as he got closer and closer to ejaculating.

He put his hand gently on the back of my head again as I sucked. I realize now what I really wanted him to do was to force my head down on his cock and roughly face-fuck my mouth, but I only learned that from experience.

He leaned back and grimaced and groaned as I serviced him.

“Oh yeah, just like that! You’re a good cocksucker.”

I watched his stomach muscles contract and release as I sucked on his cock and I almost couldn’t help reaching up and stroking them. But I realized that if I wanted to be able to keep on sucking his cock in the future I couldn’t do that. It was definitely a no-no!

He believed I was the cock-sucking queer in this twosome and as long as he didn’t go any further than let me suck his cock then only I was the queer, not him

“I’m coming.” he gasped

I stopped sucking his cock and released it.

He jumped down from the counter and jerked his cock until he shot his load all over my chest. Six months later when I learned how to have a guy blow his load in my mouth and swallow it I almost cried when I looked back at all of the lost opportunities I missed to take Sean’s load in my mouth. All that wasted cum.

But just at that moment, it happened! Our world exploded!

From the doorway to the "smoking-room" we heard my father's voice

"Chris, Sean, dinner is being served… What the fuck!"

Sean leapt back, and I leapt up.

"It's not what you think!" Sean cried, gathering his clothes together. “I was just gonna go take a shower...” he babbled, and pushing past my stunned father, he was gone.

I just stood then, blushing to the roots, not knowing what to say, not knowing how to explain this.

For once in my life, my father gave me the benefit of the doubt and rescued me from this ghastly situation.

"I'm sure Sean forced you into this," my father decided. I think it was easier than admitting his son was a cock-sucker. "I've always thought he was a little 'strange.'" he opined. The 'strange' one's cum was dribbling down my naked chest. At least I still had my pants on when we were caught! "Let's not say any more about this," he decided, "but I think you should go take a quick shower too, before you come down to dinner!"

Oh, the sweet irony! I became the helpless victim, and Sean would forever be the "strange" cousin!

And I got to enjoy sucking some cock into the bargain! So much to be thankful for!

But the most intersting thing to me was that before he turned and strode out of the room, I noticed that my father had a pronounced woody pushing out the flies of his dress pants. Seeing his son and his nephew getting their jollies had turned my father on! Sweet!

Before I went to shower, I pulled out my dick and jerked off on Dad's precious Games Room carpet – a defiant celebratory gesture, a Thanksgiving gift to Dad. I didn't bother to clean it up. If anyone said anything, I would just blame it on Strange Cousin Sean!

******

A Snack Before Dinner

Mom and Dad lived way out in the country. There were just the three of us for Thanksgiving. I hadn’t been home in three years and it was distressing to see how frail they had both become. There might not be another Thanksgiving. I hadn't yet told them the good news that the real estate company I worked for was opening an office right here in town. I had applied for a transfer and was almost assured of getting it.

They didn’t know I was gay. I least I didn’t think they did. They never asked about my girlfriends – or my boyfriends, either, for that matter. The subject never came up. They were just glad to see me when I came home and we talked about other things. The idea of coming out to them just wasn’t a viable option. The news might kill them, I thought.

Mother spent the whole morning fussing with dinner, making sure I was getting the food just as I liked it. I tried to tell here not to bother, that we could go into town for dinner, but she objected that it just wouldn't be the same. Dad, meantime, babbled on and on about his latest project in his workshop.

Mid-morning. there was the blare of a horn from the road.

“It’s that fool Bennie Wilkins. He never did learn any manners, blaring that blasted horn instead of coming to the door and knocking like anybody else would do. Expecting you to just run out there to him,” my mother said. She had always held a certain dislike for Bennie, even though he was my best friend. Although she tried not to let it show, Bennie sensed that dislike, which is why he preferred not coming to the house.

“How did he know I was home?” I asked. But I was glad he did know, even if I hadn't let him know, because our last parting was not so pleasant.

“Well, I told him. He was your best friend. I thought he might want to see you, even if he hasn’t got the manners of a Billy goat,” mother said. This was one of the first times I had seen her softening toward him.

I walked over to her and hugged her and kissed her on the head. She had managed to overcome her dislike for my sake.

“Now you just go along. Stop messing up my hair,” she complained happily.

Dad was trying to hide a grin and not doing a very good job of it.

I walked out to the road, where Bennie's truck was idling. Seemed like the same old truck he had always had, but he always had a succession of old trucks..

“Hi Walker,” Bennie said, “Your mother said you were back for the day. Here! My Mom baked y’all a pecan pie.” He passed me a still-warm pie through the driver's window. I would really enjoy this with fresh cream for dessert. Bennie's mom was a great dessert cook!

“Tell her thanks. Just let me give it to Mom and I’ll be right back,” I took the pie and ran with it into the house, where Mom complained, "But I have a nice apple pie in the oven!"

“I'll eat some of both," I assured her. "I’ll be back by noon, Mom. Bennie’s gonna have to be at home for dinner also. I’ve got to leave on the first bus tomorrow, so this is the only time I have.”

My father said, “We know, son. We just don’t want dinner to get cold. Noon is fine.”

I walked back to the truck and slid into the passenger seat.

As we drove away from the house, 500 yards down the road I leaned over and kissed him. He almost drove off the road. It was a good thing we were in the middle of nowhere.

I reached down to his crotch and found a hard mound.

I grinned, “Evidently you're glad to see me.”

“Fuck, Walker, you know if either one of us were a girl we'd be married and be living in a vine-covered cottage. I get a hard-on whenever I think of you, which I try not to do. I love you so much! God, I miss you and you weren’t even going to let me know you were here. If your mother hadn’t called me…”

His voice broke, tears welled up in his eyes and he started sniffling. Trying to control his emotions, he drove off onto a trail into the forest which skirted the road. He drove a short way in, in silence, and pulled to a stop in an open spot in the woods. There were still patches of frozen snow here and there in shaded spots, reminders of the most recent snow storm.

We sat in silence for a while, both thinking back to our last farewell with all its tears and accusations and recriminations about who loved who or who didn't love who.

“I was just trying to spare you any upset," I tried to excuse myself. "I’ll be gone in just over twelve hours. You won’t move to the city and I can’t move back here … at least not just yet.”

“Please, let’s not argue about it any more. We only have an hour.” he pleaded.

He started kissing me, and I responded eagerly. As we sucked on each other's face, I fumbled at his crotch, undid his jeans, pulled out his cock, and stroked it.

He broke off kissing, pushed his jeans down to his thighs and brought his body around until it was almost lying on the car seat. His throbbing cock was right there waiting for me.

“Suck me, Walker!” he begged

I lowered my head and took his cock in my mouth, licked on the head, sucked on it a while and then went on down and took the whole thing in my mouth.

“Oh, yes. I love the way you suck my cock.”

He did, that was true. The problem was that I could get him off very quickly and then he would spend half an hour sucking my cock without my cumming. I would end up having to beg him to let me jerk off; that made me feel guilty for not cumming and made him feel guilty for not being able to bring me to orgasm with sucking.

So today I didn’t let him cum quickly. Every time he was about to come I backed off and stroked his stomach or played with his balls while the desperate need to come receded and then I started up again.

I edged him again and again and he grabbed my head. Flexing his hips he tried to fuck my mouth. I would deep throat him and just hold him like that as he desperately tried to fuck my mouth. I eluded him and grabbed his hand when he tried to jack his cock. I knew he was enjoying it and it was by far the best blow job I had ever given him.

“You goddamn tease! Please let me cum! Suck me off,” he yelled.

I sucked rapidly up and down the length of his cock and could feel his body tense. I did it a couple of more times and pulled back just as he loosed his load and it went all over my face. I immediately deep-throated him again and he had to shoot the remainder of his cum down my throat. I eased up his cock and sucked and licked on the head of his cock as he desperately tried to get away from my mouth.

“Ouch, stop that! Don’t! Aghhhh! I’m too sensitive! Don’t! Oh, yeah! Nice! You son of a bitch. I’ll show you. Get your fucking clothes off.”

"It's too cold for that!" I objected. As a response. Bennie started his truck and. turned the heater up high. Within a few seconds warm air was flooding the cab.

I laughed as I stripped off my clothes and sat back and gave him access to my groin.

He took my soft cock in his mouth, licked at it with his tongue and let it grow to its full length as he played with my balls. He licked and sucked on the head of my cock.

“Ummm, ummm, that’s tasty,” he purred

“You like cock even more than I do, Bennie. But you're gonna have to be a little faster than you normally are because we don’t have a lot of time. We have Thanksgiving dinners to go to,” I reminded him.

He went down on me all the way and slid his finger between my legs and massaged my taint.

He was rapidly sucking the length of my cock in and out of his mouth. I murmured, “Oh, yeah, you always did know the right spots to work. Oh yeah, that’s the way!

I was humping his mouth and he was working my cock. He let his finger wander to my asshole and massaged it with his finger tip. As his finger probed, I had a burning desire to be fucked by Bennie, but from experience, I knew the cab of his truck was not the place to do it, and it was too cold to fuck in in the trucks box or in the forest.

I sat back and enjoy what satisfaction I could get from his fingering. He slid his finger up my ass to the second knuckle and finger-fucked me.

I bucked and moaned.

“Just like that, Bennie! Just like that," I moaned, as his finger found that sensitive spot in my insides. " Oh fuck, yeah, I’m cumming man! Oh, fuck.”

I sat up straight, grabbed my cock, jerked it a couple of times and shot my load on his lips. He opened his mouth, took my cock in his mouth and licked off the cum as he slowly went down on me to my pubes and held my cock in his mouth as it softened.

I leaned down, licked my cum off of his face and then kissed him.

We sat there in the truck for a while, knowing that we would be saying goodbye again only too soon. It was then that I found fit to give him a little hope with my news of a possible transfer.

"Don't get your hopes up too much," I warned him. It's only a possibility."

"Would we be able to live together," Bennie asked, expectantly.

"I dunno," I told him. "I dunno how our parents would take it."

"My mom knows I love you," he informed me. "She knows I'm gay. She knows we're gay!" he added.

"Well, I think the news might be too much for mine," I said, doubtfully. "We'll have to see!" But I doubted I would even have the guts to tell my folks.

We sat in silence some more, until it was time we had to move, to get home for our Thanksgiving dinners.

He picked up a bottle of water, wet a rag, and wiped his cum off of my head where it had spewed when he had come earlier, then gently cleaned up my cock.

“We wouldn’t want your parents to see what we have been doing,” he chuckled.

I got dressed. He cleaned off his own cock and pulled his pants up.

He reached over and softly stroked my cheek.

“I better get you back before I start crying, but damn it, I've missed you so much.”

He could see I was trying not to cry too, so he just drove me back to the house, both of us thinking this might be the last time we saw each other for another long time.

But things turned out a little differently. As we approached the front gate of Mom and Dad's house, they were both waiting there for us. They must have been watching for the truck and seen us coming from away off. I thought something must be wrong.

Bennie and I both got out to find out what was wrong.

"Your mom's got something to say," Dad told me, with a wink.

There was a long pause before she began.

"Well, I've been thinking," she began. "I sort of realize these days that you aren't going to give me any grandchildren. I know too, that you and Bennie have been more than just best friends forever, and so you really deserve some time together, so why doesn't Bennie come over for a sleep-over, just like you used to do when you were kids?"

Bennie and I were both stunned!

Without actually saying so, my mother was giving us the green light to spend the night in bed together — making love!

Bennie was not going to miss this opportunity!

"I'll go have Thanksgiving with Mom, and come right back after!" he cried.

"Good," Mom said. That way you can drive Walker to the bus in the morning!"

"If they''re both not too worn out!" Dad laughed.

"Oh, Dad!" Mom chided him!

It was a really wonderful Thanksgiving. By morning Bennie and I both had a lot to be grateful for!

******

Breakfast with my Cousin

I went to my uncle's for Thanksgiving. My uncle was extremely well-to-do and they usually made a big deal out of Thanksgiving. They usually invited 40 people and have about 30 show up; In their huge three-story house with its 15 bedrooms they could easily house them all. But this year this year they invited 40 people and they all 40 showed up, so they were short of sleeping spaces..

I usually stayed with them but there were too many people so they put me and another cousin up in a nearby hotel and they even paid the bill. I thought that was nice of them. The only problem was that Eric. the other cousin, and I hated each other's guts. For some reason he thought he and his family were better than me and mine, because his Dad was an executive for a big oil company and had got Eric a good job there too.

When I went to bed Eric had not arrived yet. I was thankful for that, because I didn't have to suffer his superior attitude for the evening. I think he arrived at about two in the morning, but I pretended I was sound asleep. I have to admit he was careful not to wake me. I got up around seven, and did try to rouse Eric, but he just snarled "Fuck off!" and went back to sleep, while I went to my uncle's to my cousin’s house for breakfast with the rest of the guests It was a buffet spread fit for royalty!.

I went back to the hotel around ten to see if Eric was up. He was, and was in the bathroom shaving. Since the air in the room was full of moisture I guessed he had taken a shower first. I do it the other way, shave first and then shower, but everybody is different.

“Hey, Eric.”

“Hey David,” he greeted me, casually.

“Aunt Sharon sent me to see if you wanted breakfast, since dinner is not until 2:30.” I informed him. I could not help noticing his cock was at full mast. He had either been jerking off or thinking about it before I arrived. He did not seem at all embarrassed by it.

He had just finished shaving and was wiping his face off as he replied, “Yeah, I could use some breakfast but I have a problem I need some help with first.”

“Sure, Eric, whatever,” I replied, trying to be nice to this asshole cousin.

“Most people would have talked from outside the bathroom," he accused. "You just walked right in — and you can’t keep your eyes off my cock! You’ve been watching me in the mirror ever since you walked in the bathroom, so I figure you won’t mind sucking on this for me. You really are a faggot, like they say!”

He was a blond headed, blue eyed, hairless, smoothly muscled stud, and he knew it, the arrogant pig, but even so, I could feel my cock spring to attention in my pants. He turned around and his six and a half inch cut cock was sticking out right in front of him. It waved to and fro from his movement. Even if I had been going to protest his accusations, my eyes gave me away as they were inexorably pulled in the direction of his gorgeous cock.

“Come on, David," he sneered, "maybe you aren’t out ‘out’ but everybody knows you're gay. You don’t have to pretend. Christopher says you give pretty good head.” Christopher was another cousin, the son of out hosts for the day.

“Chris said that?" I exclaimed. "He's lying!" I claimed. But Eric wasn't lying. Chris and I had sucked each other off a few times, and even fucked each other once.

"Bullshit! He showed me the pic of the two of you on his iPhone!" Damn! why did I let Chris take those pics? That’s the last blow job he ever get from me! "Pretty good" head, my ass. I was a damn good cocksucker!

“He says you have a pretty good ass also.”

“Well, maybe I do but don't think you are getting any of it.” But I was compelled to admit to him. "Yours is pretty tight, too!"

“If you really think so, maybe I will let you lick it, but don’t think you are gonna stick your dick in there.”

“So are we just gonna talk are you gonna suck me off?” he demanded. I summed up my options in my head. I detested this arrogant asshole, but right now I had a stiffy like you wouldn't believe, and a hunger for hot cock that just wouldn't go away.

“I’m gonna suck you off,” I reluctantly agreed, and I moved in front of him, bent over and licked at his piss slit because it was already seeping pre-cum. Then I licked his cock head and slid my tongue up, down and around his cock. I went halfway down his cock with my mouth and sucked up and down. I let my hands play over the muscles of his stomach and his chest.

“God," I heard myself conceding, "you are such a fucking hot stud, I could shoot off just feeling your body.”

“Whatever turns you on as long as you finish sucking me off,” he sneered.

I stripped off my shirt.

He said, “Deep throat me, David. Stick my cock down your throat." I did as he demanded."Oh shit, man! You have a fantastic mouth,” he admitted.

He lay back against the mirror and I slowly deep-throated his dick repeatedly as I played with his balls and my hands roamed over his torso.

“Oh yeah! Keep sucking me like that. God, I love the feel of your hands roaming over my body." Much as I disliked him, I had to admit to myself that this felt ever so good.

I sucked on his cock head and jacked his stalk at the same time and his body started shaking.

“Oh shit, don’t do that! You'll make me cum! Suck me slowly like you did before. Oh fuck, I love it.” he gasped.

I moved around to the side of his body as he shifted slightly sideway and I tried rapidly sucking his cock from the top.

“Oh that’s good. Chris is wrong! You're a hell of a lot better than "pretty good".

My hand was lying on his leg and the other hand was stroking his back and I could feel his whole body tensing as I worked him toward orgasm.

“Yes, just like that! I’m coming! Don’t stop.”

So of course I did stop.

“Fuck, why did you stop.” he demanded, angry.

“I didn’t want you to come yet." I explained. "Turn over and get on your knees, I want to lick your ass.

So he did and I licked his buttocks, and played with his balls. Then I licked down the inside of his crack, never touching his asshole.

God, he had a beautiful ass. It was hairless and muscular and the asshole was right near the surface not buried at the bottom of a deep cleft surrounded by immovable muscle.

I stroked his cheeks and squeezed them with my hands. I followed up with my tongue and then I kissed them all over before I licked them. Then I went close to his asshole with my mouth and blew air onto it. His body shivered.

I went down to his taint and licked on it and massaged it hard with my fingers.

I took my mouth down to his dick and licked the pre-cum off of his head.

Then I went back and did it all over again two or three times.

I went to his butt crack, massaged all around it then blew air on his asshole.

He pushed his ass back at me and moaned, “Lick my asshole. Please lick my asshole.”

Then I went through that routine four or five times.

Eric was beside himself, pleading with me to lick his ass. God, I loved hearing him beg!.

I finally gave in and buried my mouth between his cheeks and licked and sucked on his asshole. He reached back, captured my head and forced it into the crack of his ass as he pushed back against my mouth.

“Oh yes! Eat my ass, lick it.” he cried.

So I ate his ass and stroked his cock for the next few minutes, until he gasped, "I’m gonna cum! Suck my cock! Eat my cum!"

He pushed back off the counter, pushed me on the floor and straddled my chest. Stroking his cock he shot off and fed the stream of his cum into my open mouth. Then he stuck his still hard cock down my throat and fucked my mouth until his cock softened.

I lay there and jacked off as he fucked my mouth.

He stood up and said and said, “Yeah, I guess you are pretty good.”

I stuck my tongue out at him playfully. He immediately turned around and sat on my face and made me lick his ass some more.

He finally stood up, said, “Yes, Christopher was wrong. You're a fucking fantastic cocksucker. Now let’s shower and go get me some breakfast. I’m starving.”

Aunt Mary was amazed to see us laughing together as Eric ate breakfast and she even commented on it.

"I was afraid that you two wouldn't get along well," she admitted, "but I'm glad to see I was wrong," she said

"Oh, yes," Eric agreed with her. "David and I have discovered we have a lot in common. We're looking forward to spending Thanksgiving night together!"

We sure were! We had already agreed that we would fuck each other in that hotel room tonight!

******

Humping Pumpkins

I come from a small town in Arizona. Further out of town, most folks live miles from each other but our family the Steiners, and our neighbours, the Morales family, live practically next door to each other. Both family homesteads were built close to the border of their respective ranches and they just happened to be located next to each other. So the homesteads were within half a mile of each other — practically next door neighbours in city terms.The kids of each family grew practically as brothers. Both families had produced only boys. The only girls we ever met were at the school in the town, or at the church on Sundays. There was only one church, a Dutch Orthodox church, but even Catholics like the Morales went there. It was better than no church at all, as far as they were concerned.

Thanksgivings and Christmases were joint celebrations, and each year one family would host Thanksgiving and the other would host Christmas. This year was our turn for Thanksgiving, so there were probably fifty adults and kids milling around our homestead.

It was a nice warm day - too nice for four randy fifteen- and sixteen-year-olds to be stuck in the house with a bunch of adults and younger brothers. After a while, my brother Harry Steiner, Luis and Pedro Morales (better known as Pete), and me, Theo Steiner, decided we had to get out of there. Harry asked Pa to use the the ranch jeep. Glad to get us out of the way for a while, he agreed. We all piled in, and we were all set to head out of there without Ma noticing and giving us some chores. But we didn't escape much under Ma's watchful eye. As we drove past the house, she called out from the porch, "Don't forget those pumpkins!"

"No, Ma!," Harry called back, waving at her as we sped away.

"Be back in three hours," she called after us.

"What's with the pumpkins?" Pete Morales asked. We had all noticed the pile of them behind the rear seats as we climbed in.

"Aw, Ma grew them for Halloween decorations, and planned to use the meat to make a bunch of pumpkin pies to give to people at church for Thanksgiving, but they started to get too soft before she could around to it. So she wants me to take them over to your place for your pigs. But I have a better idea for them …" explained Harry. He didn't elucidate

We knew we had to be back for dinner in about three hours but the three hours until then was ours.

“So where are we going?” asked Harry.

“What are we gonna do?” added Luis,

We had already turned off the blacktop and were bouncing along one of the many trails in the area, the pumpkins bouncing around behind the back seat.

“I’m horny! Why don’t we go out in the desert, find a secluded spot, and jerk off?” suggested Pete. There was nothing in his suggestion to surprise us. We four had been involved in sex play with each other for as long as we could remember. After all, we were horny boys, and there were no girls around. We even took it for granted that soon our younger brothers would join our little gang.

“We don’t have to do that. Theo'll suck us off, won’t you, Theo?” suggested Harry.

“Sure, you know me. I’ll suck cock any time, any place,” I agreed with my older brother. He and I sucked each other almost every night. I had develop a love for having a cock around to suck and play with.

“But I’ll suck you off if you want, Luis,” Harry offered. I knew he had a bit of a soft spot for Luis – and his big thick latino cock!

“What am I, Harry, chopped liver? You too good to suck my cock?” Pete complained.

Harry shot back, “Fuck you, Pete. You know I didn’t mean it that way. Anyway, Theo wants to suck you.” I did, too. Pete had a cock a bit smaller than his brother, but it was still pretty good, and uncut, which intrigued me.

Luis warned his brother, “You better watch out, Pete. Harry is a whole lot bigger than you, and you do have a cute ass. He may end up fucking it if you aren’t careful." It was only an idle threat. Although Harry and I had experimented with fucking each other a couple of times, anal sex was not part of our teenage games yet.

Pete said, “Oh I’m scared,” but actually he look intrigued.

"Harry, you know where to go, if jerkin' off's what we're gonna do," I suggested. He knew what I was talking about – our favourite spot for teen sex play

So we went off to Applegate Canyon, a pretty spot with a natural pool which few people ever went to. It was a natural cleft in a rocky outcrop on the desert, where once a river had probably flowed, but now a just a small stream of cold, clear water bubbled up into small pool, which trickled off at the other end and disappeared into the dirt again.

When we arrived there, just as we expected, it was deserted. We had the place to ourselves.

It was funny, Pete was the horny one, but when we got there Luis was the one who had already ripped his clothes off in the front passenger seat, and was sporting a boner. Our cocks were from six inches in my case to seven and a half inches for Luis' big brown boner. All except Pete were cut.

We had hardly come to a stop when Luis stood the front seat and poked his cock in Harry’s face offering it to him. Without hesitation, Harry took it in his mouth and sucked on it. While he was doing that he reached down and freed his own cock.

I undid my pants and pushed them to my ankles, kicked them off over my runners, and turned Pete. And there was Pete’s cock just waiting for my mouth. I licked on the head and then sucked up and down on half the length of his cock.

It was kinda stupid, but there we were, in the middle of the desert, with all that space, and no-one for miles, and we were still in the cramped jeep, sucking each other's cocks.

But after the first rush of horniness, we came to our senses and clambered out, shedding our pants, but most of us kept our shirts on because of the harsh sun. We knew what it could do to us, despite our already dark tans. We also kept our shoes or boots on. There were rattlers, and scorpions, and fire ants, and other nasty biteys out here.

After a while, we switched partners. I sucked on Luis and Harry sucked on Pete.

Pete never sucked dick. He didn't mind any of us sucking him, but he would never suck anyone. He said he was afraid he couldn't trust us not to piss in his mouth. We vowed again and again we wouldn't piss in his mouth, just cum in it, but he wouldn't be swayed. He also said he was in love with Carry Mathers, a girl from a distant ranch whom he had met at school. He had snuck up on her and kissed her on the cheek once, and didn't even mind that he got the strap for that!

Harry and I sucked and licked on our friend’s cocks and jacked their cocks a bit.

Harry had gotten Pete to the edge. I could hear his ragged breathing and could see the way he was pumping his cock in and out of Harry’s mouth. Then suddenly he shot off right in Harry’s mouth.

Spurred on by watching this out of the corner of my eye, I concentrated on Luis’s cock and very rapidly I bought him to orgasm and took his load in my mouth, although most of it dribbled down my chin. What a shame, because I loved the taste of cum, even my own!

First loads had been blown, but Harry and I still had to unload our own cum. I thought I would just jerk myself off, but Harry had other ideas. It was at this point that he padded over to the back of the jeep and took out one of the pumpkins.

"What you gonna do with that?" I asked, intrigued. Harry answered by pulling out his pocket knife from his belt, where it lay with his pants on the desert floor beside the jeep. He made a couple of quick cuts and held up his handiwork for all to see.

"Ta-Da!" he cried. He had cut a neat hole in the pumpkin, just the right size for- you got it! His cock!

He then proceeded to demonstrate how to use it. He was still hard from sucking on Pete and Luis' dicks, and watching me suck Luis right off. (There was still some of his cum an my chin.)

Harry propped up the large orange ball on the upturned bottom of half an old 40-gallon drum that someone had used out here for a fire-pit probably, then discarded.

Harry's hard cock was just a little bigger than the hole, but the pumpkin flesh was soft, and gave to his intruding meat. He steadied the orange globe with his fee hand while he guided his dick into the welcoming orifice.

"Wow!" he cried, "It's wet and juicy and HOT!" The melons had been sitting in the sun. They were bound to be warm inside. "It feels fantastic. Better than any cunt or asshole!" Harry was the only one of us that had ever tried a cunt. He had fucked Bessy Brown under the bleachers at the Rotary sports field on the edge of town. He said it was disappointing. He liked my ass better. That made me feel kinda proud!

Harry drove his tool right into the pumpkin and began fucking it in earnest. He must have been mashing it on the inside, because his cock would withdraw covered in juicy orange mush.

"Hey! I've got to try that," cried Luis, the older of the Morales boys, who was always ready to try anything to do with jerking his meat. He chose a small pumpkin — too small for his huge dick, I thought. Harry handed him the pocket knife, and Luis soon cut himself a fuck hole. He went a step further and cut a couple of eyes on the pumpkin, too, just like a halloween jack-o-lantern. I watch avidly as he sank his huge cock into the small mouth hole.

Even though he had so recently cum in my mouth, his rod was hard again. He was ready for more action.

He went in tentatively at first, gradually sliding it in. I could even hear the flesh squashing inside and he penetrated further and further until the shell was hard against his black pubes.

"Oh, boy! he cried. This is so hot!" He began pumping at it, just as Harry was doing a few feet away.

That was all the incentive Pete and I needed. We practically fought over the knife to see who could cut their pumpkin fuck-hole first, but I guess my need was greater, Remember, I hadn't come yet! In a couple of minutes I was pushing my dick into that soft, wet, hot flesh inside the pumpkin of my choice. Like Luis, I had been smart enough to choose a small one that I could hold in one hand. My dick inside there felt just like Harry had said; Better than any asshole!

Soon Pete joined us, shoving his cock into the large ripe pumpkin he had chosen. Then there were four horny boys all humping away at pumpkins in a beautiful oasis in the middle of the Arizona desert!

Luis was the first to cum, even though he had so recently done so. His groans and moans triggered the rest of us, and soon the other three joined Luis in squirting our seed in to mingle with the pumpkin seeds and orange flesh!

It was very erotic, but also very amusing to see us all standing there, semi-naked, with out softening dicks and pubic hair spattered with mashed pumpkin flesh.

We smashed our pumpkins and all the rest a few feet away in the scrub before we took off the rest of our clothes and made our way to the small pool nearby in the canyon for a quick dip. We couldn't go to Thanksgiving dinner with mashed pumpkin all over our cocks!

It was while we were getting dressed after our swim and cleaning up, that I noticed the birds. "Hey, Look!" I told the others. Where we had smashed the pumpkins dozens of crows had gathered and were kicking up quite the fuss as they feasted on the smashed pumpkins, their flesh, their seeds – and our cum! There was something so kinky about that, we all had to laugh!

When we pulled up in front of the homestead, right on time as ordered, Ma was there to greet us.

"Did you take those pumpkins over to the Morales' pigs?" she demanded.

"No, Ma," Harry confessed. "We didn't go in that direction. But they didn't go to waste," he hastened to add

"So what did you do with them?" she questioned.

"Well, we carved then a bit, just like Halloween," Harry stated. "Then we fed then to the crows."

"Hmm, it would have been better if it were to the pigs," she judged, "but as long as they're not just rotting somewhere! I hate to waste good food!"

"No, ma'am," Harry assured her. "We put them to very good use!"

It was all we could do for the rest of us not to laugh out loud!

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