Awesome cousin's wedding
The month before discharge into the reserves was, for us "old army veterans," as we constantly joked, the most wonderful time of service—we weren't assigned anywhere, we were allowed to sleep after lunch, the main thing was that we continued training our "replacements" from the last draft to take our place. But now we could sit wonderfully in the evening in the red corner, drink tea, and talk about all sorts of topics. Somehow, the repertoire turned to—what you did before being drafted. And of course, our Viktor, my childhood friend, surprised us again by telling us about his unusual adventures in those days.
… After passing my exams
at my technical school and defending my diploma, I became a certified specialist, but knowing that the army was eagerly awaiting me, I decided to spend the whole summer in the village at my grandma's—quiet, clean air, fishing, and homemade sour cream… It was there that I celebrated my birthday, having a small get-together with a friend and two "resourceful" girlfriends—19 years old, after all.We feasted and indulged in beer for a couple of days, and then they left for the city, and I stayed, so to speak, on grandma's provisions. But I didn't overeat too much; following the advice of my acquaintances who had already served in the army, that it's worth preparing for the army, I started running short cross-country runs in the mornings, doing pull-ups on the horizontal bar in the yard, doing push-ups on my fists, so by the end of the summer I had become much stronger, even broadened a bit in the shoulders—both from the sports and from the tasty homemade food without any Turkish or Chinese "enhancers." And in September, my mom came to visit us, taking her days off and also deciding to unwind a bit, at the same time giving me a letter from my cousin who lives in Donbass.
The thing is, my cousin Galina is getting married soon, she waited for her Vitalik Orlov from the army, who arrived in May in sparkling blue-sparkle boots and shining with a bunch of badges. And now he had to make up for his "hussar-like behavior"—he promised to marry two years ago, so now the bride is waiting for the matchmakers! She, like me, is already 19, we're the same age, but her own brother Kolya turned 18 in August, but we'll be drafted into the army this same year. Kolya envied me, saying I had a whole extra year to have fun. A great "fun"—exams and defending a diploma! And my mom suggested I go to my cousin's wedding, have fun there, really unwind, and visit all the relatives. So who would say no—I'll go!
That week of mom's days off before leaving for the wedding I spent just wonderfully and even awesomely—my mom arranged for us to sleep in the hayloft and we slept there together. Up in the hayloft it was simply wonderful—not hot all night, a light fresh breeze blowing, no mosquitoes, the intoxicating smell of hay and grass, sleeping was just excellent and soft on the thick tarpaulin, having spread a sheet, no need to even cover up, warm but not hot. And all week mom caressed me, hugging me tightly and kissing me hotly—saying, her young son, her own flesh and blood, would soon leave for the army unknown, how would everything be there, wouldn't they offend him, so young.
Apparently, from my audacity and intoxication, she didn't resist at all, only stuffed my T-shirt into her mouth so she wouldn't scream when she came or when I shoved my burning cock into her—my mom is still quite young and very seductive. When we went to the village store or swimming, all the local men watched her for a long time. I thought in the morning she would scold me for my impudence that night, but I was wrong. In the morning she was so happy, and all day, helping grandma in the garden, she cheerfully hummed something, at the same time playfully slapping me when I carried buckets of water and laughed.
And the next night she conducted a real training course with me, so that I could handle girls excellently, so that these girlfriends of mine wouldn't "get knocked up," because they're all already 19 and just eager to get married. The only exception is if I'm with a married lady, but only with her permission—be smarter, Viktor! So that week flew by in some kind of delightful frenzy of pleasure and passion.
They welcomed me wonderfully, my mom's sister and Galya kissed me right at the bus stop, slobbering all over me, and took me to their place. So Monday started off not bad, and they even set a wonderful table and we had either a late lunch or an early dinner. Just as I ate after the journey, Kolya, Galya's younger brother, flew in. He's such an unusual "character," he's either just a pervert or bisexual—constantly, at any opportunity, when he came to our village to my grandma's in August, he offered me his thick ass, so August before mom's arrival passed quite well for me too.
He always got really high and whispered how good it felt, especially when I came in his tight hole, saying it felt hot inside and ticklish, and very pleasant when my cock slowly moved in his ass, easily parting his sphincter. So we sat at the table with him and went to bed, and as soon as we lay down, this pervert immediately started sucking my cock, and then offered his thick ass. I came pretty quickly and, lying on Kolya for a bit, soon fell asleep, and he did too.
And on Tuesday, right in the morning, Uncle Tolya, Galya's father, flew in and immediately gave Kolya and me a task—to heat up the new house, built for the newlyweds, where they would live after the wedding. But everything was still damp all around, needed to be heated well so the walls would dry and the house would warm up.
An important and responsible task! We even sat with him at the table, had breakfast before leaving, and chatted a bit, unpacking the simple gifts and treats from my mom, which she had stuffed a whole bag with. And then Uncle Tolya started reminiscing about his combat youth and army service, so we sat until lunch, and when we got to the new house, it was already evening. So, although we lit both stoves right away, we didn't really heat the whole house. But the bathroom was warm, even hot—strong heat from the water heater, which we also lit right away, quickly raised the temperature of this combined bathroom.
Op-pa, wow!—and he had already managed to pull down his underwear and pressed himself hard against me, and his hot silky ass, plump and tender like a girl's, was rubbing against my rock-hard cock. He spread his full buttocks himself, and I, lubricating his tight hole with cream, slowly inserted my "fighter" all the way into his ass, and Kolya only moaned sweetly, moving his ass to meet me.
As he told me, after his birthday and turning 18, Galya gave him a "gift" in his ass, and now his little sister started giving it to him in the ass a couple of times a week or giving him a blowjob so Kolya wouldn't moan and groan at night. And he himself sometimes gives it in the ass to his classmate, so Kolya remains bisexual. I even joked that in the army Kolya would be highly "rated" among the "old-timers," indulging them with his ass, since in the army there's a complete shortage of girls!
Turning the little brother over on his stomach at his request, I rode his thick ass with pleasure, and closing my eyes, I imagined I was fucking my seductive cousin Galya in the ass. So my orgasm was great, and Kolya moaned so sweetly and kept asking, like, Vitechek, let's do it one more time. What a restless one! Then Kolya and I had a snack with a shot near the stove, enjoying the wonderful live warmth and the play of fire from the open door, just like Dr. Watson and Sherlock Holmes by the fireplace in the recent series. We went to bed, and Kolya offered me his ass again, motivating it by saying he really missed it. And I again imagined I was fucking my beauty cousin Galochka in her tender ass, and Kolya and I came excellently—me in his yielding tight hole, and he in a towel, wrapping it around his dick. We slept very soundly!
And on Wednesday, as soon as we lit both stoves and started chopping more firewood in reserve, Aunt Polina, Galya's mom, flew in and gave us a task—to go get "ammunition." Kolya and I made two trips, tired from such a "walk," and it seemed like there wasn't enough alcohol prepared yet, because a wedding in the village is a serious matter! Well, okay, we had lunch and went back to heating. And as soon as we chopped more wood, Aunt Polina brought Galya to us, saying she's hiding her from Vitalik, who's circling around her with a constantly hard cock, and according to the old wedding law, the groom and bride can't sleep together before the wedding.
And as soon as Aunt Polina left, Galochka immediately threw herself on my neck and gave me such a hot and sweet kiss that I got aroused right away. Saying she was very happy about my arrival and the gifts, especially the beautiful women's watch for the wedding, my little sister sweetly kissed me again. Then she tenderly kissed Kolyunchik, as she calls her younger brother, telling us to try hard and heat the house well, because she was cold now.
Galya brought a basket full of various goodies, and in the evening we sat down to eat, chatted wonderfully, shared our news, told jokes, and deciding to bathe and sleep, started making beds. Judging by Kolya's sly smiles and Galochka's eyes shining after wine, tonight we would sleep together. And that's wonderful!
I wonder how this night will go?