Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2004 17:15:30 EST
From: Calcubx2@aol.com
Subject: Cousin Corben

     During the summer before my junior year in high school,
dad's cousin Corben came to stay with us. He was thirty-one
at the time, recently divorced and trying to 'find himself'.
He wanted to leave the city to spend time recouping in the
small town where we lived. I thought he was crazy cause I
would have given anything to leave that little burg and move
to the city. In the end though, I am glad he stayed with us,
he taught me a lot.

     My room was down in the basement, connecting my room to
the spare room was the bathroom. The basement wasn't
completely finished and my folks rarely came downstairs. I
had always felt free walking around in my skivvies or even
bare-assed. So did Corben after a few days. And he rarely
closed the bathroom door that connected to my room. The
first time I saw him in just his tight, white jockey shorts
I threw a hard-on so fast and so stiff I thought it would
burst the buttons of my jeans. I was at my desk studying.
The bathroom door was wide open as he stood in front of the
mirror combing his hair. My dick was hot and throbbing just
from the profile of the bulge in his shorts. I felt the
sticky pre-cum oozing out my piss slit while staring at his
crotch. I had to unbutton a few of the buttons on my jeans,
to ease the throbbing pressure. I could hear but not see him
taking a leak. I couldn't take my mind off the cock he was
holding in his hand. As he flushed, I hoped I'd get another
look at him just to feed my fantasies while I jacked off,
emptying the load that was beginning to ache in my balls.

     He did better than that. He stood in the doorway of my
room. I couldn't concentrate on what he was saying. My eyes
from wandering up and down his body then zeroing in on his
groin. We talked about school, where I was going to college,
shit like that. I told him I had to go back to my studying,
hoping he'd leave. He didn't. He came into my room and
flopped down on my bed. He grabbed one of the magazines from
my nightstand and started reading. He threw one arm over his
head, the magazine in the other hand in front of his face. I
was then able to stare at his body, without him seeing me.

     At six-three, his limbs were long and muscled. Silky
long strands of hair bunched under his armpit. His dark
rounded nipples were erect, peaking through the wide circle
of dark hairs. Denser, dark hair around the center of his
chest, swirling in a thick patch atop his belly. A thick
line ran down into his shorts. Legs crossed with his thighs
pressed against each other, I could just barely see the
thick tufts of his pubic hair peeking out of the leg holes
of his shorts. The soft log of his cock lying sideways in
his shorts against his belly was plainly visible. I stared
at the outline of his prominent, bulging dick head, burning
the image into my memory. God, how I wanted to walk over
there and caress, lick, suck every inch of his beautiful
body.

     Almost as if he knew what I was thinking, he shifted
his position. His legs spread, one leg bent at the knee.
Looking up from my homework, I was staring right between his
legs, into his shorts. I saw one of the plump, hairy eggs
drooping out the stretched leg band. Corben absentmindedly
scratched himself, pulling the shorts away as he itched his
wrinkled sac. I tried as hard as I could to concentrate on
my studying. But there was the nagging, throbbing urgency in
my balls. The constant trickle of pre-jizz oozed out the tip
of my persistent hard-on. I looked down at the growing
circle of wetness in my pants and willed Corben to leave. I
started yawning, trying to give him the message I wanted to
sleep. After fifteen agonizing minutes, he went into the
bathroom to get ready for bed.

     I finally unbuttoned and released my raging cock. The
head was bloated and raw as I rubbed my seeping juices
around the tender knob my balls hugged into my belly,
stretched tightly by the elastic of my shorts. I was so
close to shooting when I heard sounds coming through the
bathroom. I tiptoed across the floor still stroking my
throbbing shaft. The door to Corben's room was ajar, the
room dark except a beam of moonlight cascading through the
window.

     He lay on top of the bed in his jockeys. His hand
groped, massaged, stroked the huge mound. He groaned, his
breaths deepened as his hips bounced up and down on the bed.
He leapt up only to rip off his shorts then fell back onto
the bed. His legs spread, his hands caressing the inside of
his thighs. I gawked at his nakedness. He spit into his palm
and wrapped it around his hardness. The light wasn't bright
enough for me to see the detail, but the wet skin of his
hard cock shone in the moonlight. I had to stop jerking off;
I'd been ready to cum for so long, a few more strokes and
that would have been it for me.

     He stroked himself in long, even motions while his
other hand alternated between pinching his rigid tits and
twisting his fleshy nut-sac. His movements quickened, I
could tell he was getting close. His fist a blur as he
pumped himself. He gave a half-strangled cry when his cock
erupted. Thick, creamy strands spurt from his bloated prick
head, white puddles of spunk forming on his chest. After he
showered himself with the second volley of cum, my eyes
blurred as my orgasm exploded. I stifled the moans as my
cock shot, splattering the floor, wall and counter top with
the heaviest load of jizz I could remember. I thought I
would never stop cumming. Before the last spasms subsided, I
heard Corben calling my name. I raced back to my room diving
into bed pretending to be asleep. I saw the bathroom light
go on and he peeked his head into my room. I waited quietly
until I heard him back in his room. I got up to take a leak.
It felt so good as I closed my eyes and thought about Corben
jerking his dick. It only took a few seconds for me to get a
hard-on and close to dropping another load. I remembered I'd
better clean up the mess from my first climax. I looked all
over, searching the floor; I couldn't find a single trace of
my load.

     The next morning, he came into the bathroom while I was
getting ready for school. Bare-assed, he stood taking a
piss. The toilet was opposite the sink, so I could watch his
backside in the mirror, without him seeing me. I focused on
the dense triangle of hair that filled his lower back,
pointing to the hairy crack of his ass between the twin
globes of his furry ass-cheeks. He spent a long time shaking
the last few drops. When he turned back to his room, I
noticed the soft plumpness of his shaft had stiffened. I
also saw that he noticed me watching.

     That night we went through the same steps we had the
night before. I was at my desk studying; he was on my bed
reading. He went to bed, I stood in the bathroom watching
and jerking along as we both emptied our balls.

     Our little game went on every night for about a week.
One night the routine changed. He dropped the pretense of
absentmindedly scratching himself and began openly caressing
his groin. In the light, I was able to see up close what had
previously been hidden in the shadows. It became
increasingly difficult to concentrate on anything but him.
He didn't say anything when he put down his book, lay back
and put his hands to his crotch. He rubbed, teased his
rising flesh.

     He held the stretched material of his shorts outlining
the bulging pole. A dark, wet circle spread across the
whiteness of his jockeys. I couldn't stop myself from
letting my stiff erection loose. I slipped my shirt off,
raised my butt off the chair and slid my pants off. I sat
stroking my own shaft as I watched Corben beating his.

     I moved next to the bed, he slowed his strokes to match
mine. His dark skinned meat was covered with a thick,
bulging vein running the length of his seven inches. The
broad head, mushroom shaped and thicker than the shaft,
flared. I could smell his seeping juice, trickling out the
long slit, the musky-sweaty smell of his body. His fingers
circled his balls, stretching the wrinkles smooth. I reached
for his swollen tits, roughly pinching the tender buds,
making him squirm. Letting go of his weighty balls, he spit
into his hand and slipped it around my sensitive cock shaft.
Never having had any one's hand on me except my own, the
intense pleasure was almost unbearable. I fucked his hand,
faster and faster, until I all too soon felt the familiar
tingling in my balls as they slid up into my groin. I closed
my eyes and groaned as the cum raced up my stiff shaft. He
pumped me harder and faster until my cock erupted, my hot
spunk showering him. My eyes opened and focused on the thick
pools of my pungent cum-custard that covered Corben. He
scooped some up, coating his bloated meat. It made a loud
squishing sound as he fisted up and down his slimy fuck
pole.

     I knelt on the bed next to him. His hand held my still
stiff cock. I reached down and tentatively caressed his
balls. The heat of his crotch surprised me. His moans grew
louder as I gripped his nuts tighter, mashing them between
my fingers. His cock grew thicker, the head turning a deep
purple. I couldn't take my eyes of the bulging cock-lips.
His hips bounced off the bed, he gripped the fat base of his
dick and with a strangled cry he started to unload. The
thick spurts shot fast, the first flying above his shoulder,
landing wetly on my pillow. Then holding his spitting
erection up, they shot in the air, falling back onto his
belly, both our hands, his thighs.

     He licked a big glob off his hand, which triggered my
second climax. He gripped my cock tightly when he realized I
was cumming again. My orgasm wasn't as intense as the first
but I still shot a healthy load and Corben was covered with
a third load of dick-juice. He didn't say anything as he
rubbed all the slimy cock cream all over his body, got up
and went back into his own room. A few minutes later I went
to the bathroom to get ready for bed and could hear him
softly snoring as he slept. As I climbed into bed, I found
his discarded shorts. I couldn't stop myself from smelling
them, the scent of his musky crotch, his sweat. I inhaled
the aroma, then rubbed them into my sticky, sweaty groin. My
cock was hard instantly. I lay back, my cheek felt the cold
wetness. I sniffed at the spot where his spunk landed on my
pillow, then licked, tasting his spicy juice. I coated my
mouth with his pungent flavor. I fought off the urge to jack
off again.

     I slept well that night and woke up hornier than all
get out. I couldn't keep my hands off myself. I went through
the bathroom, my hard-on at full mast, to see if Corben was
around. He had already left. Much as I wanted to soothe my
aching cock by jerking off, I held off. I took a cold shower
and got ready for school.

     I cut school early that day. I kept getting hotter and
hornier the more I thought about the night before. I
couldn't keep my dick down but the thought off jerking off
in the sterile johns at school turned me off, so I left. I
had my clothes almost stripped off by the time I got down to
my room. My hand pumping up and down my stiff cock felt so
fucking good. I was ready to blast in seconds when I head
the front door close. Then, foot steps down the stairs. Hot
damn, I figured it was Corben and was just about to go see
him, my throbbing cock in hand, when I heard him say
something and a second voice answer him. Realizing he wasn't
alone, I quietly hid in my room. I peaked into his room, and
saw Corben sat on the edge of the bed and I couldn't believe
who the second person was, Jeff Marshall, Mr. Jock of last
year's senior class. Jeff stood in front of Corben, and with
a great big happy grin, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He
dramatically pulled it out of his Levi's and threw it on the
floor. He rubbed one of his big rosy nipples while he nudged
his foot in Corben's crotch. As quickly as one shoe was
unlaced and the sock off, it was replaced by the other.
Corben caressed the bare flesh, pressing the foot into his
groin.

     Jeff unzipped his Levi's and forced them down the
lightly haired, muscular young legs. He adjusted his big
cock in the snug jock strap as Corben slipped off his
clothes. He pulled Jeff's cock and balls over the top of his
jock and lovingly felt the steely hard prick and hairy orbs.
He stroked the huge uncut cock with its oversized red
helmet. He leaned forward and ran his tongue around the
flange of the cock-head in front of him as he massaged his
own hard-on. His mouth covered the sizable circumference. He
mouthed the side of the hard prick. His hands slipped around
and sought the mounds of Jeff's ass. He kneaded the small
globes, his wet mouth descended, burying itself into the fat
ball sac, tongue and lips rubbing around and around in
circles. Then back up and straight to the thick cord that
ran along the underside of the engorged shaft. He licked
slowly back and forth until he reached the head of the
towering meat, where the skin was stretched back with
excitement. Jeff's muscular legs and torso trembled
violently as Corben's lips closed around the hot stalk.

     'Suck it, man!' Jeff groaned, hunching forward and
down. Corben gagged as he fed, inch by inch, on the
pulsating shaft. 'Oh yeah cock sucker, fucking yeah. You
fucking little cocksucker, yeah, eat that big fucking cock
of mine, suck me harder man. Christ, I'm so close...so hot
and ready...to shoot. Get ready stud, cause I'm gonna drown
you in jizzum. Fucking gonna cum, hot...thick....cum!!!!'

     He wrenched his blood engorged dick shaft from Corben's
mouth. He stroked the purple flesh column, then I heard him
gasp. His body shuddered and a streamer of thick cum spurt
out of the slit at the blunt tip, splashing across Corben's
cheek. His whole body writhed, pumping the shaft of his dick
with one hand, and an explosion of white juice burst into
the air like fireworks.

     'Ah, fucking yeah,' he kept repeating with each spasm,
his body quaking in rhythm.

     Again and again streaks and bullets of spunk flew in
the air, splattering Corben's face, dribbling down his
chest. Every time I though it would start to trickle out,
another white jet erupted. Finally it died down, his load
spent. A stream of creamy cum ran down his thick shaft. He
continued to gently pump his cock. He traced the slimy cock-
head across Corben's lips, who began to lick the massive
staff clean.

     I wiped the sweat from my forehead, my own cock
screamed for release. I took my fat cock in my hand, slimy
with precum, and with my clenched fist, pumped it.

     Corben went back down on the cock and buried his mouth
to the root once more. Jeff reached down and stroked
Corben's nipples, buried in their forest of black silky fur.
He rubbed the heaving chest, moist with sweat and the
remains of his generous spunk load. He grabbed Corben's
cock, which was sticking out from the flat, hairy lower
belly, hard and throbbing. His hand circled the thickness,
stroked the ivory column until large drops of clear fluid
ran down the bloated shaft.

     Jeff dropped to his knees. He placed his hands on
Corben's muscular thighs, spreading them. He started to lick
the bobbing cock with his long tongue. Corben roared in heat
when the tip of Jeff's tongue dug into his piss-slit,
probing and tickling the sensitive flesh. His chest heaving,
hips thrusting off the bed as every swollen inch of the big
dick disappeared down Jeff's throat. His body jolted with
every movement. Jeff darted his tongue around the tightened
ball-sac. The wet lips followed the cord like flesh down
over the back of his balls to the puckered aperture of his
asshole.

     Corben half rolled, throwing one leg up, his knee
almost at his chin, exposing his opened ass. Jeff stood with
one leg straight on the floor, kneeling the other on the bed
and dropped his mouth to the bared crack. The way he stood,
legs spread and flaunting the dark, abundant hairiness of
his ass, his heavy balls drooping and swaying heavily in
their fleshy sac was almost more than I could bear. I could
only see his head bobbing between the hairy thighs. I
imagined what his tongue was doing to Corben's hole. He
occasionally reached down for his prick, pumping his
hardness, pushing it down so I could see only the top half
of his shaft below his flopping nuts.

     The aching in my groin went to a full hurt. I could no
longer stop myself, I pumped my fist on my cock wildly. The
cum shooting up my shaft felt incredibly wild. Suddenly the
world seemed to burst in such a way that lightning might
have flashed through the room. I was afraid my moaning,
gasping breathes had alerted them that I was there, but
after a quick glance back into the room, they hadn't heard.
My hand, my cock and the floor were covered with the
evidence of my own orgasm. I lifted my jizz covered hand to
my mouth and tasted the sweet, musky cum-juice. My cock was
still rock hard and throbbing in the palm of my hand. I
turned my attention back to the two men.

     'Tell me what you want, cocksucker.' I could barely
recognize Jeff's voice.

     'I want your cock. I want your big, hard, juicy, dick.'

     'How do you want my big stud cockmeat, tell me baby.
Got a hot thick, load of jizz for you, how you want it?'
Jeff asked.

     'Fuck me, man, oh, shit. Fuck that big thing into me!
Ride my hot, hungry, horny asshole! Fuck it good, fuck it
hard, man. Come on and float my guts in your cream!' As
Corben begged, he wrapped his legs tightly around Jeff's
hips. He gave a strangled cry and I knew the giant prick was
piercing his hole. God how I wanted to see that. But I was
satisfied with the spectacular view of Jeff's fantastic buns
ballooning and tightening as he fucked his joint in and out
of Corben's ass. I wanted so much to go and kneel between
the twin globes, run my tongue up and down the sweaty crack,
to taste the puckered pit. They're fucking became more
frantic. Jeff leaned over, and judging by the strangled
cries from Corben, his thick cock was swallowed my warm, hot
mouth.

     The fucked for another ten minutes before they went
over the edge. Cocks exploding, balls erupting, assholes
swimming and overflowing with loads of spent, splashing,
geysered jism. They tumbled into a heap on the bed. I was on
the brink of wasting another load as the smell of sex
overwhelmed me. Then we all got interrupted when the front
door slammed. One of my parents came home. Jeff and Corben
jumped up, racing for their clothes. I grabbed my jeans and
fled into my closet. Minutes later, I heard them climbing
the stairs. I took the opportunity to get dressed and climb
out the window, to later show up at the door as if just
coming home from school.

     Either Corben or I were out late the next few nights. I
had to rely on my memories of our jerk-off session and his
encounter with Jeff to get my rocks off. By the weekend, I
was going crazy for cock, to have his hand wrapped around my
hard dick, to stroke his hot thick, manhood. No amount of
jerking off could soothe the ache in my balls.

     But my hopes for the weekend were squashed when I found
out he was gone until Sunday night. I moped around all
Saturday morning until my mom got fed up with me. She had a
couple of boxes of old clothes and junk that she wanted me
to take out to Crazy Bertha's. It was second hand store out
on the edge of town. The name was really Reuseable's but
every one called it Crazy Bertha's cause the owner, Bertha,
was just a little 'off center' so to speak. She and her son,
Cricket, lived in the back of the store. I don't know what
Cricket's real name was, I don't know if anyone did but it
was a misnomer if there ever was one. He was in his early
thirties, muscular big and what they called 'a little slow'.
But like his mom, he was a happy go lucky guy and nice as
all get out.

     So, that afternoon I begrudgingly set off for Crazy
Bertha's. No one was around when I got there, I walked
toward the back, calling out. Just as I'm about to go
through the curtain to the back, Cricket comes out and bumps
right into me. He grabbed me around the waist to keep us in
balance as I fell against him with my nose almost nestled in
his armpit. I got a good, long sniff of his sweaty pit
before I got myself centered and stood back, red-faced. I
was suddenly looking at Cricket in a different way. He wore
a tight tank top that clung to his huge chest, his nipples
standing out stiffly. I mumbled that I had some things for
them as I turned and picked up the box I left by the door.
He took the box to the back storeroom. I couldn't take my
eyes off his ass, they way his jeans hugged the high,
rounded cheeks. I could feel my dick leaking in my shorts.
Just as I turned to get the rest of the stuff out of the
car, a man entered the store.

     I guess 'cause I was so horny, my eyes went directly to
the guy's crotch. I glanced up to his face and realized his
eyes had zoomed into my crotch. The guy, in his thirties,
pretty average looking just stood there until Cricket came
out. He motioned toward the back and the man silently
disappeared.

     'Go ahead and bring in your stuff, I'll be with you in
a few. Just look around but don't you leave 'till I'm done,
okay?' Cricket's slow drawl enticed me.

     It only took a few minutes to get the rest of the
things. I got more and more curious as to what exactly was
going on in the back. I very quietly went through the
curtains to the storeroom. As I peaked around the corner, I
could see through piles and towers of boxes and shelves. The
man was sitting, gazing intently ahead, his eyes hardly
blinking. He was staring at Cricket, who stood two feet in
front of him, stripped down to just heavy white work socks.

     Sweat poured down his smooth chest, the muscles of his
arm bulging as he jacked himself off. His hand pounding up
and down 8 inches of the thickest cock I'd ever seen. The
gigantic head was moist with drooling precum. He was trying
to choke back the groans as he pumped his thick joint.

     'You like watching me jack-off, don't you?' The words
came out haltingly between his moans and trying to catch his
breath. 'Feels so fucking good, bet you'd love to get your
lips around my fat cock, huh asshole, wanna lick my slimy
dick? I bet you'd like to suck the juice out of my cock?'
Cricket brushed the dripping moisture off his dick head with
his finger and brushed it across the man's mustache. 'Now
you can think about me and lick my cock-scum off your
'stache when your fucking your wife's pussy tonight. Maybe
you'll be wishing it was my fat dick sliding in and out your
gaping asshole. Nah, shithead, instead you want my fuckin'
dirty jockey's with a fresh load of scum so you can go home,
jerk your puny dick while you sniff my shorts. Yeah, well
your gonna get it cause I'm gonna shoot my load for you,
gonna fucking, shit..........cumm................'

     The rest of it was lost, as his chest heaved and his
hand blurred. He wrapped the shorts around his cock just as
he exploded. I could only imagine his thick load shooting
into the white cotton material. He threw the wet, cum-soaked
bundle at the man who quickly shoved them into his pocket.
He got up and threw some money on the box and walked quickly
out. I had to race ahead of him, I didn't want to get caught
watching. His eyes never left the floor, refusing to meet
mine as he passed me on his way to the door.

     I was hot, sweating from the aching pressure in my
pants. I was on the verge of an orgasm just thinking about
what I'd seen. I had to get out of there and relieve the
demanding throb in my balls. I was almost to the door when I
heard Cricket's voice. 'C'mon back here. I need some help.'
He called to me.

     I stood contemplating what to do. He'd been pretty
rough on that guy and I didn't think I wanted him knowing
how much I wanted his cock. Cricket was big and I really
didn't want him pissed off at me. But....I was a horny
teenager with a hard-on and he was magnificent....so went
into the back.

     I didn't see him as I walked through the storeroom, I
called his name. I jumped when I felt arms surrounding my
waist. I know I nearly passed out right there when his hands
slid under my shirt. My head swimming, my body shaking and
the next thing I know, he's got one hand playing with my
nipples and the other working it's way under my jeans. He
ripped my shirt off, never stopping the hot tit action and
started trying to get my Levi's off. I was too hard and they
were too tight. They were no sooner dangling around my
ankle's when he pulled me back to him. I felt his hot, sexy
body against mine, his hand wrapped around my lust-engorged
cock. His brawny chest, skin slick with sweat against by
back. The rigid slab of his macho cock throbbed against my
ass, soon slid between my cheeks. His lips brushed the back
of my neck, up to my ear.

     'Don't think I didn't see you. I saw what the sounds of
me jacking off for that asshole did to you. Shit, I could
see from all the way over there, the big fat outline of your
cock standing out in your tight Levi's. Sure Baby, I could
see you just wanted to mash your face between my legs, roll
your long tongue around and around my big cock knob, sipping
my tasty sweet pre-cum slime, your tongue on my tight,
pouting piss-slit until it's gaping wide and raw! You a
hungry little baby, aren't you. C'mon and grind back on my
big stiff baby maker. Feel's so good, clutching me tight,
milking me. Ooohhh, yeah! The way your big chunk of boy-
cock's throbbing in my hand seems to tell me you want
another big load out of me. You want my cum, honey, you want
my big stud cock pumpin' a load of...'

     He didn't get the chance to finish what he was saying
cause it was too much for me, I was to close to shooting my
wad. I started to tremble and mumbled that I was gonna cum.
The next thing I know my balls are resting on his chin and
I'm pumping a load of spunk down his throat. I didn't think
I was ever going to stop but he just kept sucking and I kept
pissing cum till my balls were drained. Even then, he didn't
stop. Slurping up and down my cock shaft, teasing my tender
piss slit until I was begging him to stop. I was still hard
as steel and starting to get too close to shooting again but
I couldn't take my eyes of Cricket's big, swollen dick
pulsating between his thick thighs. I couldn't wait to wrap
my lips around that satiny smooth cock.