GL-155 The Gay Ghouls

Excerpt

“You’re… you’re very beautiful, Cousin Geoffrey,” I said.

Geoffrey got up suddenly. “This music is depressing you, isn’t it?”

“This is your room.” I said.

“The Bellinghams are noted for good taste, which you have because you like this music, I know. They also are noted for bad manners, which you do not have. And they have beauty, which you certainly have inherited.”

I stared back at Geoffrey. He turned to adjust the new record, and a lighter Bach played. My cousin turned back, and his strong, manly body showed in the early twilight. He was built like a superman, with clearly defined muscles in his legs and arms. Though his clothes were not tight-fitting, they couldn’t conceal those muscles.

Nor could they conceal the abrupt rise of massive cock and balls, which leeringly thrust themselves out at me. His entire body seemed fashioned to reveal that sharp outcropping there; every line in his superb body seemed to point to that enlargement.

Again Cousin Geoffrey sat on the bed. “How are you feeling now?”

I nodded. “All right, thank you. In fact I feel very silly lying here.”

“Then, why don’t you get up?” he asked softly.

“Well, I will.” I started up suddenly, not anticipating the dizziness that overtook me. “Oh,” I gasped.

“What is it?” Geoffrey asked. His strong arm shot out, and he laid me gently back on the bed. “Too quick?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Much too quick,” I looked up into Geoffrey’s beautiful eyes and I felt myself go even weaker.

“You—you have to be careful,” he whispered. “You’re not as strong as we are.”

“No” I uttered. “I must not be.” It was insane. I knew even then that it was insane. Geoffrey was my cousin, my blood cousin. He stood over me, holding me fast to the bed, and I trembled at his touch.

His very nearness made me feel as if the earth had been pulled away from beneath me. My heart leapt about in my chest, and there was a deafening roar in my ears.

Beneath my belt, my cock was urgently stretching up toward my stomach. I could feel it push defiantly against the shorts I wore. “I—I should try to get up.” I faltered.

“Are you certain you want up, Cousin?” Geoffrey asked. His dark eyes seemed to be laughing at my moral predicament. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I gulped. Cousin Geoffrey placed his strong hands behind my shoulders and pulled me up.

“Now stay here a moment until you get used to sitting up. You did pass out, you know,” he added gently.

“Yes,” I said. “I guess I did.”

“Music better?” he questioned. I nodded. “Then you’ll excuse me? And you’d better take care of that.” Geoffrey glanced at my still-upraised cock. And for the first time since I could remember, I blushed.

Geoffrey stopped at the door. “Oh, by the way. I’m not as talky as my sister. I’m usually very moody. But some days—well…”

My cousin disappeared through the doorway. I turned to the window and saw the dark blue of the approaching night sky. Strangely enough, I felt a chill. There I sat, overwhelmed with physical attraction for my own cousin, and I felt creepy at the sight of the oncoming night.