As obviously only English texts are allowed here I squashed it into Google Translator…
A few years ago I was able to visit my cousin Thomas during the holidays. His family lived in the countryside, in a small village in the mountains.
Unfortunately, he had to wear one week before my scheduled visit an accident with the bike and had both arms in plaster. First, we wanted to cancel the long-planned visit, but we had both been looking forward for this and we’ve also had two years not seen. Also, yes he lacked nothing further and it was bland anyway, because he described as “semi-invalids” yes could not do too much …
So I went on a Friday afternoon in the train and after a four-hour drive through beautiful and varied landscapes of the train came screeching to a halt in the small station. I saw Thomas from afar, as he waved his white plaster arms. I got out and hugged him, then I shook my uncle, who was standing next to the hand.
We went to the car and drove to the little house, a bit away from the village, right on the edge. My aunt had already cooked and so we all sat at the table, futterten and had much to tell us. Sometime later we went to bed and fell asleep immediately.
When I woke up the next morning, before the sun was shining, the birds were chirping somewhere a cock crowed and you could hear the distant ringing of cowbells – pure romance halt, as one else even knows it only from cheesy home movies. But this was the reality here!
I got dressed and went down to the kitchen. The breakfast table was already set, and next to the coffee pot was a note: “urgently had to leave, come the evening, enjoy!”
Then I heard footsteps on the wooden stairs and Thomas came in at the door. He held his pants and asked me, “Can you please tell me shut the pants, with the plaster I can not do that …?”.
“Sure,” I said, zipping up, closed the knob and pulled the belt. We sat down and I asked “Do you want me you grease a loaf of bread?”. “Yes,” he said, “that would be very kind of you!”.
After we ate breakfast, struck Thomas ago that we could take a short walk, he wanted to show me the little lake. So I smeared a few loaves and packed everything in a backpack. I helped him tying shoelaces and then we were on our way.
It was a beautiful summer day, the sun was shining from the sky, the birds chirping, by the way rippled a small stream and we were both, that we could be together on the way here.
After about an hour, we were excited level tells us of our more or less glorious experiences in school, Thomas said sheepishly. “You, now I need, I think your help, I would even go to the bathroom,” I said, “Sure, I’ll help you, I will hold him? “and grinned.
“No, he said, there is something bigger, but I can not really time myself open your pants …”.
We trudged into a few steps into the forest to a small clearing. I undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper. Then I pulled his pants down to his knees. “The pants, too?” I asked. “Yes, I can not even that, with the stupid plaster” he said. So I stripped off his blue pants down and I could not take a quick look at his cock resist … Somehow I found the whole thing pretty cool …!
I helped him to sit on a stump at the edge. “Should I just leave you alone?” I asked. “You can stay calm, you need me then eh wipe your butt,” he just said. So I sat on a log next to it and fumbled before Tissues out.
Thomas said nothing more, he looked now focused forward on past me. I noticed how he began to press and heard a silent fart. With a cast of his hand he pressed his cock down and his jet splashed in the mossy forest floor. Shortly thereafter, his face turned red, he tensed and breathed heavily. I noticed how he expressed, but said nothing. I moved a little to the side, so I had a better view of the scene. Thomas looked only briefly, smiled, but said nothing. Again he farted, and then you could see the top of his turd who made his way on to the outside. He closed his eyes and moaned and I noticed how he pressed harder. The sausage was hanging out now 15 cm and fell to the ground. He took a deep breath and pressed again until another sausage, this time a little smaller, rausplumpste.
I noticed how he pressed again, but nothing more came. He said “that’s good, I’m done.” He stood up, turned her ass to me and bent down. “Now you’d have to wipe me,” he said a little embarrassed. “Sure,” I replied, and took a paper towel. I wiped his butt-crack through, folded it and wiped again. He grinned now and said “yes, my mother usually helps me, but you do it not so bad!”.
When his butt was clean, I even took a handkerchief and said, “Please no time!”. He looked up in surprise, but he obeyed. I took his cock in his hand and dabbed a drop from its tip away. He said, “My mother does not do that, but it makes sense, thank you!”.
I was not quite sure, but I mean, his cock was slightly larger than before, but I did not say anything …
I pulled his pants back up and closed the trousers. The scene I covered her with branches and leaves. Then we trudged back to the road and wandered on to a small lake …