The Family

Kyle and Liam stepped off the rickety old airplane, immediately being smacked in the face with the hot southern humidity. Landing in Meridian, Mississippi the two Chicagoan city slickers dreaded the next three months that lay ahead. They were gay boyfriends in a deep South state, staying with Kyle’s backwater family in the country- so being nervous was understandable at the least. However, it was easily noticeable the absolute disdain they held for the “redneck” lifestyle that the Braxton family lived. All they were there to do was to finish picking up the last of Kyle’s things before the Fall Semester started, and they could probably duck out early from their hillbilly hell. The extent to their distaste would only grow more and more when they walked out of the tiny terminal, bags in hand, only for Kyle to immediately put his face in his palm.

There, at the edge of the parking lot was his cousin Harley standing next to his jacked up F-150, clearly fresh out of the pastures or off the four-wheeler. Kyle hadn’t seen his cousin in ages, since the last time the two interacted was somewhat explosive. The family worried that if Kyle moved to Chicago for college, he’d lose touch with them; this concern in particular was held by Harley, who always took an almost paternal interest in his cousin. So, as the boyfriends reached the souped up truck, the tension could be cut with a knife.

“How’re you doin’ cuz?” Harley’s heavy, twangy country accent rang like a deep banjo out of his mouth, flavored with the chew that hid just behind his lips. Liam grimaced at the sight of Harley: covered in dirt, stinking to high hell, and sounding like a simpleton with every word. Kyle held a similar sentiment, having had a growing notion of superiority to his dumb, redneck family.

“I’m doing well, Harley. Thank you.” Kyle intentionally assured his tone was cold, hoping his cousin would be able to read the room and understand right off the bat what the dynamic would be for the next few months. Harley’s expression soured ever so slightly, and he spat a big dollop of tobacco-imbued spit near his cousin’s pristine Lacoste sneakers. He picked up the duo’s luggage with ease, tossing them into the bed of the truck while the duo hopped into the back of the truck.

The ride back to the house was nearly silent aside from some Lynyrd Skynyrd blaring over the speakers. The rolling countryside was an idealistic landscape, and it’s beauty did not escape the couple. Heavy forests and hilly pastures were the only sight for the hour and a half drive from the “metropolis” of Meridian. Elbowing his boyfriend, Liam whispered into his ear.

“Maybe this is exactly what we need, you know? It’s going to be nice and quiet, far away from the stress of the city. Maybe it will be nice!” Kyle turned to his boyfriend with an unimpressed look, bending down to pick something up off the dirty floor of the truck, revealing one of his cousin’s beat up, smelly workboots covered in mud. Liam’s expression quickly changed to one of disgust and worry, as Kyle dropped the boot back to the ground with a loud thump. This subtle interaction had not escaped Harley’s attention, and it only confirmed in his mind that these two jackasses were looking down on him.

The truck slowed as it rolled up a long gravel road, eventually pulling up to an old, weathered farmhouse atop a fairly steep hill. Hopping out, Harley breathed in the fresh air, letting out a satisfied sigh. Perhaps he could win the two over with his son, Cooper. Kyle hadn’t seen him in years, and he’d grown into quite a strapping young twenty year old. If anything, he’d hoped their closeness in age would put the boys at ease.

“Y'all go ahead and get Coop from the barn. He’s been haulin’ some hay bails all day, so I’ll fix y'all somethin’ to eat.” Assuring that the two would cooperate with his task, he snatched their bags out of the truck, quickly heading into the house. The two stared at eachother, sighing and rolling their eyes. Lovely, more forced quality time together. Carefully dodging puddles of mud littering the dirt path like a minefield, the couple made their way to the barn, immediately seeing the hulking form of cousin Cooper stretching his basketball sized arms behind his head after a long day’s work.

“Ho-lee sheeeet. Is that you, Kyle?” A side-leaning smile crept onto Kyle’s face. He’d basically grown up with Cousin Coop, and truth be told, he was one of the few facets of his old life that he’d missed. Liam on the other hand, could smell the wafting stink of his ripe armpits and his gigantic cross tattoo on his oblique, immediately drawing a parallel to Cooper’s father- another dim witted, stupid hillbilly. “And you must be his man, huh? I’m Coop, nice to meet yew!” He pulled off his ratty old work glove, extending his sweaty hand to Liam, who half-heartedly waved in response.

“It’s good to see you too, Cooper. I’ve missed you.” Cooper turned to pull his cousin into the bear hug they used to share as kids, only for Kyle to step backwards in clear avoidance. He didn’t want to get his clothes all wet and dirty, maybe after a shower a handshake would suffice. Had Kyle or Liam had any ounce of awareness, or rather even attempted to be, they’d have noticed Cooper’s face fall with a hint of sadness and disappointment. Yet, the burly lug had expected a period of adjustment; he and his father had certainly planned accoringly.

“Pop say that supper’s ready, I reckon?” The two nodded in affirmation. “Welp. Let’s head in, boys!” Cooper pulled off his glove and tossed them atop the hay, and slapping Liam on the shoulder as he brushed past them toward the house. The dapper young man boiled with rage, but was held back by his boyfriend.

“Just breathe. We’ll be okay. We’ll get the fuck outta here as soon as I finish with the packing.” Liam took a deep breath and walked back to the house, hand in hand with his boyfriend. The moment the two entered the front door they were smacked with the unmistakable smell of steak and potatoes. They walked into the kitchen just as Harley had finished up with their steaks: rare with a side of buttery mashed potatoes. Cooper sat across the table leaning back in the chair, eagerly awaiting the food.

“Alrighty, boys. Eat up.” Harley handed each of the boys their plates, as they each sat down at the table preparing to eat. “Ah sheet. Hold up.” Harley ran over to the fridge, pulling out a turkey baster filled with a strange white liquid. “Here, made this gravy earlier this mornin’. Y'all let me know what you think.” Liam turned to Kyle, skeptical. He’d never seen a turkey baster filled with gravy before, but perhaps it was yet another backwards tradition in this hellhole; Kyle, however, knew better. He’d never had any cold gravy on a hot steak. But before he could object, Harley squeezed a large glop of slimy gravy onto his steak with Liam and Cooper’s quickly following.

Cooper eagerly started scarfing down the gravy-glazed steak, grunting happily as he ate. Sure, it was somewhat crass, but to Liam and Kyle it was a disgusting display of uncivilized vulgarity. It mattered not, though, as their plates sat in front of them… staring intently. The two looked at eachother before cutting small slices of each, and before a quick glance of worry, they slipped the fork into their mouth. Chewing, the two were immediately shocked by a sensation they were not expecting: flavor. The steak was tender, it was savory, the red blood dripping from the slice contained so much delectable taste that it was completely overwhelming. But to them, the white gravy made the dish. It was salty, slimy, a tad bit sweet, extremely thick… but it was the most incredible taste they’d ever experienced. Within moments, Harley watched in satisfaction as the two boys began shoveling the food into their mouths, just like his son.

“Damn, boys you must love that sheet. I put a little drizzle on just bout everything. I’m teachin’ Coop how to make it later tonight.” Father and son locked eyes knowingly, Harley winking at his boy beyond the view of his guests. It wasn’t as if the two were listening, anyway. The duo were too busy eating every single bite of the pound of bloody meat. After a somewhat loud, chomping meal, the boys leaned back in their chairs, completely full.

“Damn, pop. You sure do know how to make a damn good piece of meat.” Cooper stood up from the table, bringing his plate to the counter, beginning to wash the plates. Kyle and Liam on the other hand, were somewhat preoccupied with the grumbling in their bloated guts. Harley turned to them and smirked.

“Alright, boys. You’re gonna stay in Coop’s room while you’re here. You two are gonna git the bed, and we got a cot all set up for Coop. Why don’t you bring ‘em up, son? They’re lookin mighty tarred.” Cooper smiled as he waved the two over to follow him up the stairs. As the trio climbed the stairs, the two didn’t even notice that their clothes were ever so slightly tighter on them. By the time they’d reached Cooper’s door, every article of clothing was at least one size too small. The room was a wreck, dumbbells all over the place, soiled clothes strewn across the room, muddy tracks stained all over the wood floors, and the stained bedsheets had clearly not been changed in quite some time.

“Bed’s all yours, lover boys. I’ll let you two have some… alone time.” Cooper winked at the two, fancying himself a first class wingman as he closed the door. However, the two boys were by no means in the mood, and the most alluring concept to them was to pass the fuck out. They struggled to strip out of their clothes, the seams on Liam’s pants struggled to even stay together; but with some effort they’d stripped to nothing but their skin. As if the state of the sheets were commonplace to them, both boys collapsed onto the musty, sweat stained bed and passed out in eachother’s arms.

Harley and Cooper waited a few minutes for the heavy breathing of deep sleep to echo out from the room, knowing all too well that the time had come for the next stage of their plan. The door slowly creaked open, and the two immediately knew the lovers were fast asleep.

“Alright, boy. I’m gonna teach you how to make some of that good old family gravy.” Harley smirked with the turkey baster in hand, droplets of the remnants leaking from the open tip. Cooper rubbed his hands together in excitement. He’d waited his whole life to learn the family secret to the gravy, the same gravy that helped build him into the gruff, hunky country boy he was today. Smiling, Harley pulled the rubber top from the baster, handing the plastic syringe to his son as he began to unbuckle his belt. He sighed in relief as he unbuttoned his pants, letting the steamy pouch of his sweaty, worn briefs into the open air. “Well come on, boy.” Cooper eagerly pulled his sweatpants and underwear down, the father and son now standing with their long, musky cocks out at the foot of the bed.

“I think you know what to do, boy.” The two smirked at eachother as they began to fondle themselves, gently stroking their growing dicks. “Stroke that dick, boy. Just like this.” Harley started to beat his thick cock faster, his boy following suit like a pupil mimicking their mentor. Heavy breaths now synchronized, the two bated until they were right on the precipice of blowing. Harley grabbed the baster from Cooper and held it between their throbbing cocks as they finally allowed themselves burst. Stream after stream of thick, creamy cum quickly started to pour into the baster, their huge loads merging and mixing together in the plastic confines until it was overflowing with the thick redneck seed. The two smiled at eachother, each still huffing in ecstasy after a perfect orgasm. Plopping the rubber cap atop the baster, it was prepped and ready.

“Alright, boy. Now, I’m gon’ show you how to do one, and you’re gon’ do the other, you got it?” Cooper smirked and nodded as his dad strode over to his cousin laying naked, passed out in bed. He watched as if he were studying for a test, analyzing each and every subtle movement. Harley groped his cousin’s limp cock, gently stroking it until it was semi erect before bringing the baster to the slit of his head. Slowly, expertly, he lowered the end of the baster onto the tip of Kyle’s dick. Without any pressure, without any force, the baster seemed to be suctioned into the slit, as it stretched wide to accommodate the long shaft. Deeper and deeper into Kyle’s dick, the baster finally reached the base of his cock, right at the top of his balls. “And now, squeeze. Just a lil bit in the beginnin.” Harley squeezed the baster, and their combined cum started to flow into Kyle.

Cooper watched in awe as Kyle’s balls began to inflate, larger and larger, being inseminated with their creamy seed. Every little sperm that once belonged to their cousin was slowly invaded by their own, until all of his spunk was completely replaced by their potent, smelly cum.

“Now to finish up.” Harley now squeezed the baster harder, forcing more and more of their cum into Kyle’s cock as it started to swell, grow thicker and longer with every liter. Soon, the baster was completely empty. Harley slowly retracted the tube out of the now huge, veiny python until it finally popped out with a sloppy schlorp. Kyle’s dick lay semi erect at an insane 11 inches, with heavy balls the size of clementines. A funky odor began to emanate from his groin, the smell of testosterone-laden pheromones, enough for Liam to unconsciously stir to attention even deep in his own dreamland.

“Fuck, pop. He’s gonna be so big.” Cooper stared in amazement as his cousin’s veins began pulsate and bubble underneath his skin, a wet stretching sound bellowing out of his squirming body. “Can I try on his man?” Cooper eagerly asked, his question answered immediately as Harley began to pump his dick once again.

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The next morning, the caw of the rooster awakened the two slumbering lovers. Kyle rubbed his eyes with his calloused, meaty palms, wiping the sweat off his brow. He turned to his muscled mass of a man, eyeing Lee’s tattooed, meaty pecs. He playfully groped his colorful chest, as his boyfriend smirked, eyes still shut. Catching him off guard, Lee turned and kissed his boyfriend passionately as things began to get hot and heavy.

Downstairs, Harley and Cooper smiled as they could hear the heavy thumping of the bed against the floor. Sounds like the good old Family Gravy worked its’ magic once again, and brought their dim, good natured Kyle back home to them- boyfriend in tow. The rest of the family was already enroute for the welcome home barbecue, and they were more than excited to see their new family members.