Cornhole – A Story

 

When I was growing up, I used to spend a few weeks each summer working on the farm with my cousin Chris. He's a year older than me. When we were out in the field planting, weeding, or pulling corn, he'd take off his shirt and go barefoot. He said because it was so fucking hot but really I figured it was to show off his developing muscles and the hair on his pecs and treasure trail. Later in the day we'd both be dripping sweat like we ran through the rain. I couldn't stop staring at him. Didn't understand at first but every time I saw his body shining in the sun my pecker would jump.

Laying in bed at night, Chris would give me an education in puberty. He'd tell me about feeling up girls while he stroked his dick and shot long ropes of sticky cum, aiming at me in the opposite bed so I had to jump or get splashed. I was incredibly envious because my balls had just started to drop. He also told me about cornhole, not to be confused with the sack game. Said he hadn't tried it yet but could hardly wait.

Thing was, his natural scent drove me crazy. We took long showers together after work every day then wrestled around in our tighty-whities. I always managed to get him to get me in a headlock with my nose right in his pits, getting almost high on the aroma. It got both of us hard.

One morning a year or so later when the sun was high in the sky, we stood at the edge of the cornfield breathing in the mingled scents of earth, ripening kernels, and each other. Taking off his old Hawkeyes baseball cap and wiping his brow, Chris's dark blond hair was damp already. He said, “Okay cuz, you ready to get at it?” I was more than ready to get at it.

The competition was to see who could fill his basket with ears of ripe corn the fastest. Chris was off like a shot into the rows of tall stalks. I was close behind. The sun was beating down, but we were laughing and pulling as fast as we could.

In only 20 minutes we stopped because both our baskets were full.

“You little fucker,” Chris yelled, “gettin' pretty good at this. Guess we'll have to figure out another way to decide who wins.”

He had a big grin on his face, almost as big as the bulge in his jeans. Did I say he always went commando in the field and that the sweat showed through front and back? Yeah, he did.

All of a sudden he jumped on my back and knocked me down into the dirt with his arms around my chest, pulling my hands behind my equally sweaty back.

“Didn't think I was gonna let you win, did ya?”

I cussed and struggled and tried to get out of it but he was hella stronger than me.

He leaned down close to my ear and said, “Be still and I'll let go but don't move. Kick off your boots.” Okay, I was still. And hard. Just like I could feel he was.

My education jumped ahead three or four levels when Chris reached underneath and unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down over my butt along with my damp shorts. He unbuttoned his jeans, slipped ‘em off, and there we were, two sweaty cousins laying bare assed in the dirt. His cock was hard and tucked into the crack of my butt.

“You know cuz, I've been waitin’ for you to catch up. Can't believe I had the patience to hold off this long. You gonna be able to take it?” He was already poking at my hole.

“Do I have a choice?”

“Not really. Don’t worry, it’ll feel good after a while.”

Honest to god, I had to grit my teeth because it hurt more than I could imagine in a spot that had never been tapped. Yeah, I guess you could say my cousin popped my cherry. He brushed the tears away with his fingers and grunted “Cuz, I love your ass.” Okay, it started to feel good.

We filled and emptied our baskets a lot that day between games of cornhole. You might say it was a tournament. And it went on until I had to go back home for school. Who won? We both did.