Date: Fri, 24 Apr 2009 11:41:45 -0500
From: tim <extramundane@gmail.com>
Subject: Cousin Rick 3

This story contains graphic sexual scenes between males. If material of
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Introduction

My name is Tim and I am 38. You can read all about me in Part 1 of this
series, but basically I am single and gay, and live alone. My straight
cousin Rick and I began fucking each other when he stayed with me for a
brief time a few years ago. We kept on playing after he moved out, even
though he had girlfriends now and then.


Houston

I lived in Dallas, working for a big oil company. We were bought by a
bigger oil company and I was relocated to Houston. I bought another big
house that was really too much for only me, but I like rattling around in a
big house. It is located in an old part of town near downtown, which went
downhill in the 70's and 80's and then came back in the 90's.

So Rick and I were now separated by a four hour drive. He came to visit me
now and then, and we would go out to the gay bars but really kept to
ourselves during these visits. I did not have many friends here yet, so we
would hang out at the house getting stoned and having some great suck and
fuck sessions.

One of the leather bars in Houston has a patio out back that wraps around
the corner of the building. You can occasionally catch some sex going on
out there late on a nice night. One time we were there and there was a hot
couple, a daddy and a boy, having a nice session as the boy blew his
daddy. The Daddy was about my height, built like me, wearing jeans and a
harness. He was good looking with a goatee and short-cropped hair. The boy
was cute and was in jeans and a white T-shirt. Rick was entranced. We moved
slowly closer, and the daddy motioned us over. I did not know what to
expect.

I grabbed Rick's cock in his jeans and fondled him; he was already hard. I
rubbed his cock for a while, watching the daddy and boy. The daddy reached
over and grabbed my raging hard on through my jeans and said:

"Pull it out for me."

I unzipped and pulled by 8" cock out. He bent down and began to suck me
off. He was a great cocksucker and I had to restrain myself from
cumming. He turned to Rick and unzipped his jeans, pulling his 9" member
out of its confinement. He began to hungrily suck his cock. Rick bent his
knees, he was enjoying this expert head so much. I stood there and watched
the boy blow his daddy, and the daddy blow my cousin, stroking my aching
cock. A crowd began to gather around us, blocking us from immediate
view. Some guys were just watching, some were rubbing their bulges, and a
couple pulled their cocks out, maybe hoping to get some head. A really hot
scene was just starting.

The Daddy began to work Rick's dick harder and was pushing the boy's head
down on his own 8" rod. The boy was fully clothed, not having been told he
could take he could take his cock out. The daddy began to moan and I could
tell he was going to unload in the boy's throat. He let out a growl and the
boy moaned, a thin trail of cum dripping from his face onto his
T-shirt. The daddy kept working Rick's cock all the way down his throat and
began to shake his head, massaging the head with his throat. Rick went weak
at the knees and blew his load down the daddy's throat. I was close to
cumming and grabbed the boy's head and let myself go all over his cute
face. He smiled up at me as I shot and shot on him. He wiped the cum from
his face and licked his fingers.

The daddy stood up and said, "We want you to fuck with us. But not here."

"Where do you want to go?" I asked.

"My truck..." he replied. He led us out of the bar and to a big black
Suburban parked deep in a dark corner of the parking lot. I began to get a
little apprehensive, but was drunk and my dick was ruling my actions. Rick
was drunk too and shot me a worried glance. We silently agreed we would do
this, and I figured we could fight our way out of any trouble the daddy
might be up to.

The daddy opened the back of the Suburban and the boy scampered in. He
crawled in next, and motioned for us to follow. We climbed in and it was
tight in there with four grown men, even with the seats folded down.

"Strip!" the daddy commanded the boy, and he quickly complied.

"My name is Joe and this boy is Mark," the daddy said as he held out his
hand to me to shake. I shook his hand and said,

"My name is Tim and this is my cousin Rick."

"I want to fuck you, Daddy Tim, while your cousin fucks my boy here." he
replied. I agreed and began to pull down my jeans to my ankles. Mark knelt
down on all fours on one side of the truck. Rick began to eat out Mark's
ass, causing him to moan in enjoyment. Joe began to work my rod with his
hot mouth as he played with my asshole. He licked his fingers and inserted
two of them in my ass, immediately finding my prostate and causing me to
moan in desire. I really wanted this guy up my ass.

We went at it like this for a while and again I had to work really hard at
not cumming. Daddy Joe finally pulled off my rod and put me on all fours
next to the boy. Rick pulled his dick out of his fly and began to get his
tall frame into position to fuck the boy, and hit his head on the roof. We
all laughed, breaking the sexual tension for a moment. Daddy Joe ate my ass
out as Rick slid himself into Mark, causing him to coo. Rick was bent all
the way forward over Mark and began to fuck him at a moderate pace. Joe got
into position behind me, spit on his hand and lubed his 8" rod for my
ass. He pushed in and I jumped and he stopped. He held my shoulders with
one hand and his cock in the other.

"Easy..." he said. He slowly pushed into me, saying,

"Yeah Daddy Tim, I have seen you before, and been wanting this hot ass of
yours."

He began to fuck me slowly and then harder. I was really enjoying this,
massively turned on by this guy and the thought that we were fucking in the
back of his Suburban. We actually fit well in there once we got to
fucking. His rod massaged my prostate every time his head glided past it. I
was so into it I began to breathe heavily.

"Yeah Daddy Joe, please fuck me harder, please!" I said, trying to keep my
voice down. He picked up the pace and gave me a good plowing. I lifted my
head as far as I could and pulled my cousin's head to me and began to kiss
him. Now I was complete and just let myself go, tasting the boy's ass in
his mouth. I also tasted cum! The boy had already taken a load that night!

My ass began to clench by itself and I felt my groin begin to rumble as my
orgasm slowly began. It built so slowly I thought I was going to pass out,
but I had not touched my dick and that was why it was so slow. I began to
shake and clamped down on Daddy Joe's cock as I felt it coming. I broke
from Rick's mouth and groaned as quietly as I could as I shot four hot
ropes of cum on the carpet. My clenching asshole sent Daddy Joe over the
edge and he pumped himself deep into me, moaning quietly in my ear.

This scene drove Rick nuts and he began to fuck Mark the boy harder. I
reached over and grabbed Mark's dick, which nobody had paid attention to
yet. I stroked him firm and fast, and he began to moan and whimper. Rick
groaned and leaned forward into Mark and bred the boy's ass good. Mark bit
his lips and threw his head back and came in my hand and all over the
carpet. We all collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs and cocks and cum on
the Suburban floor, chests still heaving from our exertion.

Mark spoke first. "Thank you Daddy, for bringing these hot guys with us and
making Rick fuck me with his big beautiful cock."

"That's what I am here for boy. Now get dressed. These gentlemen have to
get going. And you and I are going to the Meat Rack." said Daddy Joe.

"The Meat Rack, what is that?" I asked.

"It's a sex club in midtown. It's like the spas without the spa part or
pretense. It's all about plain hot hard sex, with slings, a maze, and an
area for water sports."

"Cool!" was all I was able to say. I was immediately horned up at the
thought of this place.

We said our goodbyes and climbed out of the truck. We walked back to my
truck and headed home. We were both quiet for a while, basking in the
afterglow of hot man sex.

Rick broke the silence.

"So you have never heard of this Meat Rack place?"

"No, but then again I guess I do not get out so much. Sounds intriguing." I
replied.

We got home and slept in the same bed. I woke up to Rick sucking my cock
and just laid there enjoying myself, replaying the scene from the night
before over in my head. I wanted some of Rick's cock too. I swung myself
around and got us into a 69 and began to work his 9" shaft with my
throat. No Mr. Nice Guy for me, I wanted his cum down my throat. I could
still taste Mike's ass and the cum of the night before on his dick, which
really turned me on. I was going to cum soon so I sucked Rick's dick harder
and harder. I was soon rewarded with a hot load in my mouth, which I
greedily swallowed as I began to empty my balls into my cousin's mouth. We
collapsed down on the bed and fell back asleep.

A few hours later I awoke to the wonderful smell of breakfast. Rick was up
and cooking and I wandered out to the kitchen naked. He was naked, too,
except for an apron. Hot! He served me breakfast and coffee, which my poor
aching head needed badly.

Rick headed back to Dallas soon after breakfast. A few weeks later he
called me and announced that for one he was done with Dallas, and for two
was missing me and our hot sex. So he had put in for a transfer with his
company to Houston. The transfer came through quickly and he was calling to
say he would be moving down in a few of weeks. I was really excited. I went
with him on his house-hunting trip and helped him pick out a cute little
bungalow within walking distance of my house. He made an offer and it was
accepted with a quick closing date. Inspections were made, everything was
fine. Three weeks later was moving day and the few friends I had made and I
helped out as the movers and un-packers did their thing. The house was set
up in the space of a weekend. Since Rick had all new furniture after his
divorce, the place looked really nice. Sunday night it was just the two of
us having some pizza and smoking a celebratory joint in his new home.

I was clearing up and in the kitchen when I felt him behind me, pushing
himself against me. I felt his hard cock through his running shorts against
my ass.

"I want you to be the first one I fuck in my new home," he said. I said
nothing and just dropped my shorts for him and leaned over the kitchen
table. He dropped his running shorts, spit on his cock and guided himself
to my waiting hole. It hurt at first – not enough lubrication – but
then the full feeling from his 9" monster took over and I began moaning. He
was not fooling around tonight and just started pounding me hard, shaking
the table as I held on. I reached down and began to slowly massage my 8"
cut cock. The weed and booze had hit me hard and it was like electricity in
my body every time he hit my prostate.

"I am going to breed you soon, fucker!" he yelled and really picked up the
assault on my hole. I pumped my dick harder and was soon ready to cum. Rick
yelled and came inside me, and I felt the 5 shots of cum he gave me in his
new house. I kept pumping my cock, stood up straight, and yelled and shot
all over the kitchen table. Rick pulled out of my ass and licked my cum up
from the table. He then pulled me in to kiss me, feeding me my own
seed. That was the first of many hot fuck sessions we would have at his new
house.

Life settled into a routine with Rick living in Houston and around the
corner. We ate many meals together and had sex sessions at least once a
week. He got a girlfriend who I could not stand, but we kept on having
sex. One Saturday afternoon I was giving him head in the middle of the
living room of his house when the doorbell rang and she walked right in!
Idiot had not locked the door! She shrieked like a banshee and screamed
out,

"We're done, you son of a bitch!" and took off, leaving the front door
open. I still had his cock in my mouth, it happened so fast. He yanked it
out and ran after her to try and make up with her, I guess. I was
immediately mad and jealous. I should be coming first over some chick, I
thought.

He reappeared 15 minutes later, his head hung low. "We're definitely done,"
he said.

"Sorry." was all I could muster. I was mad that he had run after her. On
the other hand, I should not have been, it's not like we were romantically
involved. But I was mad. And he knew it.

I went home and stewed. Not very healthy, but I did. Rick called me later
on in the evening and sheepishly asked if he could take me out for a
drink. I had an idea, and agreed. I had looked up the Meat Rack online and
found out that it was maybe a little rougher kind of place than were I
would normally want to go. However, it sounded like the perfect place to
take Rick and teach him a lesson.

First we went to one of the gay bars and kind of just watched the guys in
silence. I was still mad but trying not to be. We went to another bar and
watched the hot go-go guy for a while. I turned to Rick and said,

"Why don't we get out of here and go see what the Meat Rack is all about?"

"OK, sounds good to me." he replied.

We headed over, it was a less than 10 minute drive there. It was in a seedy
part of Midtown and I was a little worried about the truck, but there was a
guy patrolling the parking lot, so I tipped him to keep an eye on the
truck. I hoped.

We went inside. There was a window with a guy behind it where we had to
read the rules and sign a disclaimer form (just like you do at the
spa...). The rules were basically that you could not wear any clothing but
a towel or leather gear. Fine. We went to the changing area and stripped
down, wrapping the white towels they had given us around our waists. We
climbed the stairs to the play area, which was painted completely black
with some erotic drawings spray painted on the walls in fluorescent paint,
which glowed in the dim black light. The first area we came to was open
with two slings hanging in it. One guy was in one of them getting plowed by
a leather daddy. In the open area there were mats on the floor and there
were two guys naked in a 69. We walked further on and came to the entrance
to a maze. We entered the maze and bumped into some guys along the way, and
there were glory holes here and there, some being used. The place was
pretty busy. We managed to find our way out to the end of the maze and came
to the water sports area which had a rubber sheet on the ground and a
bathtub in the middle of it. We had reached our first destination.

There was a naked guy in the tub being pissed on by two other naked guys. I
pulled my towel off and put it around my neck. I began to stroke my hard
cock, and Rick was shyly playing with himself under his towel. I turned to
him and said,

"You're next."

"Huh?"

"You're next." I said firmly. He just looked at me with some fear in his
eyes. The guy began to get out of the tub and I took Rick's arm and began
to propel him to the tub, pulling his towel off with my other hand. He
resisted but I was firm and pushed him forward.

"Into the tub boy!" I ordered him. He looked meekly at me and obeyed. I
aimed my hard on right at his face and began to piss on him. Two other
naked guys came up and joined me, pissing all over his naked body and hard
cock. He did not touch his cock the whole time and just laid there letting
us piss on him, me on his face. When we were done he just looked up at me
in shame.

"I'm sorry." he said, nearly in tears.

"Are you going to disrespect me again?" I asked him, nearly growling.

"No Sir."

I helped him out of the tub and guided him to a shower room and turned the
water on for him. He washed the piss from his body and dried off with his
towel.

Our next destination was the sling room. I had one thing on my mind. I was
going to give him a good hard punishment fuck in front of everybody. I
lifted him into the free sling, again there was some fear in his eyes as I
did so. I lifted his feet up into the stirrups and tightened the straps. I
tightened other straps around his wrists. He was spread eagle now, his
asshole exposed for the taking. One guy moved to start to eat his ass and I
growled,

"NO! He has been bad!"

I pumped some lube from a handy dispenser and lightly lubed my cock. I
pushed on his asshole as he held on to the chains that suspended the sling
from the ceiling. His sphincter let go and I shoved in all 8" of my cock at
once. He yelled in pain and gritted his teeth, but he took it. He knew he
had been bad, and now he knew what was coming. I began to just ride his ass
hard, my balls slapping against him as I plowed deeper and deeper into
him. He cried out in pain, drowning out the yells of the guys using the
other sling. A crowd gathered around us and were jerking off or sucking
each other off. But they left Rick and I alone – they could tell this
was a semi-private matter. I began to feel the cum boiling in my balls and
knew I would blow soon. I kept at it long and hard, impaling him on my 8"
as deeply as I could and as hard as I could. I was mad as Hell and my fury
had taken over. I began to cum and my knees were shaking as I unloaded deep
into Rick's ass while he moaned in pleasure. I immediately yanked my cock
out, causing him to jump in the sling and let out a loud yelp. I watched my
cum dribble from his ass.

I went over to his head and growled,

"You're off limits, you hear me?"

"Yes Sir."

I wandered off to the maze to get my cock cleaned off. I quickly found a
glory hole with an eager mouth. I got one of the best blow jobs ever as I
ground my groin up against the hole while some guy fingered my asshole and
pushed on my prostate. I came pretty quickly and forcefully, my knees
hitting the maze wall while I came.

I went back to Rick who was now alone in the sling room, just hanging there
waiting for me to return.

"Did you behave?"

"Yes Sir."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Sir!"

I inserted three fingers into his gaping hole, causing him to moan loudly
in pleasure. I took my fingers out and lubed up my entire right hand. I
then gave him four fingers, and eventually my thumb. Rick's moans of
pleasure began to be mixed with cries of pain. A crowd began to gather
again. I kept working on his asshole until he took my knuckles. I let him
rest a while like that and then gently pushed in until he yelled and took
my thumb knuckle. I had my whole hand in him, pushing against his prostate,
and he had taken it like a man, not saying "stop" once. I was so proud of
him. I grabbed his cock and stroked it slowly. After just ten strokes he
writhed in the sling, bucking at his restraints and came the biggest load I
have ever seen anybody shoot.

I gently pulled my hand out of him and wiped it on my towel. I went around
to his head and kissed him deeply. Some of the guys watching shot their
loads on the floor in front of us. I reached up and released his wrists and
ankles from the straps, and helped him down. He was weak-kneed and nearly
collapsed, I had to hold him up and steady him for a minute or two.

"I'm sorry Sir."

"Good. We're done now. All is forgotten." I replied.

We made our way down to the changing area and got dressed. We left and
thankfully my truck was OK. We drove home in silence.

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