My cousin's boots

I guess you could say I always had a thing for my cousin.  As a kid I just didn’t understand those deep down feelings until the spring when he returned home from Vietnam.  He was twenty four years old, strong, handsome….his look was just awesome.  Long sleeve flannel shirts in the fall and winter.  In the spring and summer he would take his pocket knife and cut the sleeves out of his old shirts.   He always wore a white wife beater ribbed shirt.  His wrangler jeans always hugged his ass and his crotch looked like it could burst open at any time.   I remember one year we were ready to pull up peanut plants at the end of the fall crop.    My cousin drove his truck to school, stopped by the office and got perm to sign me out early.  If I recall correctly I was in the ninth grade and loved it when he got me out of school.   As we walked down the hallway his boots echoed on the hardwood floors.  When we got to the truck he tossed me the keys and said, drive…just take the backroads.  I was on cloud nine.  His truck was a straight shift on the column.  My parents would not have approved of him allowing me to drive on roads.   As we headed down the road he told me to pull over.  He went in the quick stop and got a six pack of PBR beer and he got me a RC Cola.   As we approached the farm he told me to slide over.  I raised up and my cousin slide under me so no one could see me driving up the gravel road.  His thick crotch rubbed against my ass and he gave me a bear hug from behind and said I did real good driving.  We pulled up to the barn, hooked up the flat bed trailer to the tractor.   As we headed to the fields he was drinking a beer and he hit a bump and his beer spilled down his shirt.  He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to me ….I was standing behind the tractor seat and held on to the back of the seat as he continued to the peanut patch.  Owen placed the trailer in the middle of the field and we pulled up the plants and threw them on the back of the truck.  We worked about three hours and he finally said…..kid, drive us home.  I liked how he gave me responsibility and the opportunity  to drive any time.  
After we pulled the trailer into the barn he walked to the back of the barn and said he needed to piss.  He winked at me and said….all that beer has me ready to pop.  I’ve never made it an issue to piss outside or in front of my dad, uncles or my grandpa.  Soft, Owen’s uncut cock was fat, thick and his skin hung over like a hood.  He told me he was born at home and wasn’t cut….he looked over at me and said…yep, you were born at the hospital.  After he finished pissing I noticed his pee dripped on the toe of his boot.  To this day when I recall that moment my cock responds.  As we got to the house we took off our boots on the back porch and went inside to clean up. I saw Owen peel off his jeans and his white fruit of the loop briefs had a yellow piss stain.  After he got out of the shower he smelled so clean and fresh of Irish Spring.  After supper that night I did my homework. Had to answer some questions about a short story we read in class, The Black Cat by Poe.  Owen told me to read him my paper.  He sat and paid attention to what I was reading.  He grabbed me and told me to take every advantage of school.   He wasn’t a great student that’s why he quit school and went into the service.  We played cards ….sat on the floor…and I kept watching his cock.  He grinned and said….I can tell you are looking at it.  I was bold….I didn’t pretend like I wasn’t.  He was super cool and just waited for me….I finally spoke up and asked him….what is the skin like….how does it feel….is that why you dribbled piss on your boot.  He stuck a match and lit up a cigarette.  He stood up…pulled his cock out and started tugging at the skin.  He explained to me he had to stretch it in order to get over his cock head.   He was very patient and was showing me …not so much in a sexual way….but I was determined to discover more.   I asked him if I could touch it.  He grinned…winked and said, not too firm….because if he gets a hard on he would have to jack off.  I told him I jacked off in the locker room, behind the barn and even in the attic when I needed to shoot my cum.  My cousin was enjoying his smoke as I touched his cock.  He was getting hard and I dropped to my knees and licked his nuts.  He held my face in his hands….I looked up and said….boy, do you really want to do this?  I nodded my head and continued kiss and licked his fat, thick nuts.  He put his hands under my armpits and lifted me up.  He placed me on the edge of the bed and he started sucking me leaking teen pecker.  He wet his finger and teased my pink boy pussy.  We got completely naked and got in sixty-nine position.  He slowly fed me his fat dick.  He wasn’t rough, didn’t gag me….as we were enjoying the moment he kept saying….relax, breathe, don’t swallow too much too fast.  I wanted so much to prove to him I could make him feel good.  I had fucked my buddy at school but I had never been with a man.  I readjusted my body and started licking and sucking his toes.  He loved it.  Asked me where I had leaned that….I told him I just wanted to do it for him.   He got up and walked to the chest of drawers and got a container of Vaseline.  He started fingering my hole….he added a second finger…..I loved having something in my ass.  Last summer I had put a carrot and a smaller cucumber a couple of times.   I leaned up and hugged my cousin.  I sucked his nipples and scouted my ass close to his cock.  I basically tried to sit down on his cock.  He kissed me and said not yet…..after a moment he asked me, do you like my feet?  I said I like everything about you…but yes, I like your boots, sweaty socks, etc….he handed me the Vaseline and told me to put some of his toes.  Oh god…..next thing I knew….my ass was being toe fucked.   My cock was leaking so much precum.   I begged him …..please don’t stop…..he rubbed my cock with one foot and continued to toe fuck my ass and slide those toes up under my nuts.   I told Owen….I’ve got to shoot…..he climbed between my legs and swallow my cock….as he was sucking my pecker….he added two fingers in my hungry hole.  Once I shot my load and he swallowed my creamy spunk….I was in heaven.   He kissed me and I tasted my cum on his tongue.   He told me to stand up….he laid on the bed and I sat down on his thick eight inch tool.   His dick definitely felt better than a carrot or his toes.  I placed his hands on my hips and guided me….controlling the pace.  I knew what I wanted….I had always wanted Owen.   I told him I wanted to do this everyday.  I told him I had imagined us doing this so many times.  With a slow, steady pace he continued to thrust up in my hole.  I felt his cock getting thicker.  He told me he was going to cum.  My guts felt so warm when he shot his load in my teen boy pussy.  After a tender kiss he told me he wasn’t finished.  He rolled me off his cock.  He positioned his face between my ass cheeks and he sucked his cum out of my ass.  His tongue dove deep and swirling around in my hole.   I couldn’t stand it….I was overwhelmed….I started shaking and my body was responding in ways I had never experienced.   Owen positioned his strong body behind me….spooning me and kissing my neck.  He said my ass was like eating pudding.   He chuckled and said that was my new nickname.  We washed off, I brushed my teeth and got my books ready for school the next day.  I woke up early the next morning.  I looked down and noticed the spot on Owen’s boot where he dribbled piss on it yesterday.  I picked up the boot…took a deep sniff and just as a reaction…my tongue licked that piss stain.   I left Owen a note on my desk asking him to please sign me out of school early.   My cousin Owen and I had many amazing moments all through out my high school years.   To this day when I see a working man wearing boot….damn…phenomenal flash back of a few drops of piss splattered on my cousins boot.