Date: Tue, 26 Apr 2005 13:22:29 -0700 From: Jon Hold Subject: Cousin Rob, Part 3, Going Hunting This work is copyrighted by the author and may not be used without his express permission. Private persons and no others are given permission to have one (1) electronic and/or one (1) printed copy of this work. Nifty Erotic Stories ArchiveTM is given permission to archive this work. All the usual disclaimers that are usual apply here. This is a work of fiction involving sex acts between consenting persons of various ages and conditions of life. If you can't handle that or if you are not of the legal age or mindset, go no further but remove this material from your possession forthwith. If you have faggot sensitivity, you ought not read this story. I'd really like to hear from some of you with either positive or negative comments. I have no idea really if I'm bringing any of you pleasure or what it is you'd like me to write about. I only hear from a few people on each story. I'd really like to hear from YOU so I'll have some idea how I'm doing and what it is you like to read. Thanks. I used two returns between paragraphs to simplify formatting for you. This is a hyphen -. This is an en-dash --. This is an em-dash ---. Other high-ascii characters that PC's can't understand have been stripped. Try to keep in mind that while 42 is the meaning of life, it is not the only possible solution and that sexual dimorphism is Mother Nature's excuse for being kinky. Enjoy! Jon ----- Cousin Rob, Part 3 Going Hunting by Jon Hold jonhold@earthlink.net I awoke in the wee dim hours of the morning. Looking up I saw Uncle William's carved-out-of-granite features as he shook our shoulders, trying to wake us up. Rob was curled up against my back, trying to bury his head under me so he wouldn't have to wake up. I blushed bright red because I was laying there with Rob's morning piss hard-on stuck up my ass and I just knew that his father had to be smelling the sex raunch and the cum that had leaked out of my ass from Rob's savage fuckings last night. None of that seemed to phase Uncle William. He grabbed the blankets and, before I could do anything about it, stripped them down and off of us, exposing us to the cold morning air, amongst other things. He slapped Rob's ass, hard, and told us to get up and get a shower, we had to get going. I found it difficult to believe that I had to get up at four in the morning, just so I could go meat some deer. Well, Uncle William left with Rob still meating my ass and it didn't seem to be a good time to go any further. I pulled off him and ducked out of bed as he blindly groped, trying to pull me back into bed. No way could I pee, so I just crawled into Rob's shower and turned the water on, hot and steamy, leaning my hands and forehead up against the cool tiles, waiting for my dick to soften enough for the morning pee to flow. I heard the shower door open and then close again. Rob's sleep warm body snuggled up behind me, his arms wrapping around my chest and his hips working until his blind snake found it's favorite burrow again. Sighing deeply, Rob moaned against my back and started pumping pleasure back into my ass. I automatically complied with his needs, spreading my feet further apart to give him complete access to my tight hole and to get a better purchase on the tile floor for the slam fucking I knew was bound to come. Rob moaned his thanks and gave me three or four good hard thrusts in appreciation and then went back to his leisurely and highly stimulating (for the both of us) piss-hardon fuck. No way could I pee with Rob's cock up my ass. The bloated fullness and returning rigidity brought me to a very special sort of horniness. I shifted my feet and Rob took the muscle in the back of my neck in his teeth to keep me in place and started using his hips to give me a reason to stay where I was. I pushed my butt back at Rob in invitation and he growled. All I could hear was a roaring in my ears accented by the sound of two hard teenaged bodies slapping wetly together in the steamy enclosure. Rob tossed his head back and forth, tearing at my neck until I threw my head back and arched my spine, tightening my fuckhole for him. Grunting, he hosed my loose bowels with heavy strands of his thick babymaker juice. Without a noticeable pause his spurting cum load became a heavy stream of hot and raunchy morning piss. When I realized what he was doing I grunted in surprise and tried to get away. He held my hips in place with his strong hands and bit into my neck harder in warning. I held still as the stallion on my back finished his business. Thrusting his hips with the last spurts of his piss into my bowels, Rob grunted and then staggered back, letting his fat and angry red cock slide out of my seriously abused asshole. "Your turn," he said, leaning with his hands against the wall, looking over his shoulder at me as he waggled his butt. My hormones were raging and I didn't even stop to think that I was about to loose the last of my virginities. I was going to fuck someone. I all but leaped on Rob's back. I sunk my teeth into his neck causing him to pull his head back and lift his ass to me. I was humping and hunching all over his ass, sometimes hitting his resistant hole but mostly just fucking into his solid ass muscles. "Use some shampoo," Rob grunted. Keeping my hold on Rob with my teeth, I reached over and got the shampoo, spilled a bunch into my hand and dropped the bottle on the floor, shampoo flowed unnoticed with the water into the large silver drain. I sloppily anointed my dick, balls and pubes and, with one long swipe, lubricated Rob's ass. Finding Rob's hole with two fingers and using my other hand to guide my cock, I slid pubes deep into Rob's hot tightness with one ball tingling surge. Screaming through my clenched teeth, asshole clenching, I thrust once and started spewing cum and piss into Rob at the same time. It felt like I was going to burn out my piss tube, blow up my balls, die and go to heaven all at once. Rob just howled and worked his ass on my proudest possession. Ten minutes later we stumbled into the kitchen. Rob kissed his mom and then we both sat down, very carefully. Breakfast was great and I would have spent considerable time doing justice to my Aunt's cooking, but Uncle William was finished eating and just kept watching us over the rim of his coffee cup. Rob and I gobbled as fast as we could and then jumped up from the table, ready to go. Rob kissed his mom good-bye and then asked his dad if it wasn't time to leave yet. Uncle William gave Rob a dirty look. My Aunt made me give her a good-bye kiss and then made both Rob and I promise to change our socks and underwear every day. I guess she didn't even notice that we weren't even taking any extras. Rob called "Shotgun", so I had to sit between he and his dad on the bench seat of his dad's big diesel pickup truck. We drove through the velvet darkness in silence. Uncomfortable silence. I knew that there was a lot going on that I didn't understand, but I didn't know what to do, afraid of what Uncle William might think. At 6' 8" and 300+ pounds, Uncle William both intrigued and intimidated me. He called my dad "the runt" because he was "only" six feet tall. His fist looked the size of my head and he seldom smiled. Rob started whispering in my ear. He wanted me to lean up against his dad and "accidently" get a feel of his crotch. He told me I'd never seen or felt a cock as big as his dads. I shook my head "No", but Rob kept poking me in the ribs and urging me on. I started pushing back. It didn't take long for Uncle William to get in the middle of it... "What are you boys fussing about?" "Cousin Jon is scared to touch you, Dad." "Am Not!" I said in a loud, hissing, whisper as I punched Rob right in the short ribs. Rob made a big deal of "Ooooh"ing and "Ahhh"ing and holding his ribs like I'd actually hurt him. Uncle William turned and stared right at me until I was sweating, and hoping that he'd take at least a quick look at the road. "That's enough showing off, Rob. Maybe you'd better show your cousin that I don't bite." "The hell you say! You get excited, you start biting!" Uncle William took a playful swing at Rob, who ducked and laughed. Still laughing, Rob looked at me and said, "Watch this, Bubba. Down here we learn how to take care of our kin, not like you Yankees!" Rob leaned across me, putting one hand in my crotch and holding on to support himself. His Daddy turned his head and kissed Rob right on the lips. Rob's hand slid down the front of my uncle's shirt, popping all the pearl snap-buttons. Rob started kissing and licking at his dad's thickly haired chest. My Dad had only a little hair on his chest, and I didn't have any at all. I was fascinated by the long salt-and-pepper growth on my uncle's broadly muscular chest. I was even more fascinated watching what my cousin was doing to his father, and by how much his father seemed to appreciate and enjoy what his son was doing. Rob's hand worked at undoing the thick leather belt and then the Levi buttons guarding his father's loins. Uncle William lifted his hips and Rob pushed the Levi's down to his knees. He wasn't wearing any underpants! I had to adjust my cock in my pants as it shot to total rigidity at the sight. Rob laid down across my lap, trapping my hardon between my thigh and his chest, and I saw him lift a thick, heavy hose from between his father's thighs. Even as soft as it was, the loosely shrouded head was at least ten inches from the thick curls surrounding its base. My mouth fell open in amazement as Rob pulled the heavy foreskin back revealing a beautifully shaped cockhead at least half again as big around as the thick shaft. Uncle William's cockhead spread open like a peacocks tail until Rob stuffed it into his mouth. Uncle William kept a hand on the back of Rob's head, moaning and massaging the back of his son's neck. Rob was having trouble breathing and gagging as he squirmed around trying to adjust to the mancock growing in his throat. Uncle William was still driving down the road, but when he turned to look at me I could tell that his eyes were glassy. That sent a surge of fear through my body that just made Uncle William grin when he noticed it. He took his hand off of Rob's head and rested his arm on my shoulder as he grasped the back of my head. "You like this stuff, Nephew?" came out of the dark in a deep, highly sexual voice. "Ye... y... yes, Sir, Sir. Uh..." The strong hand pulled me to my Uncle's lips. "Oh... Oh, Yes, Sir. YES, SIR!" Heated slippery tongue filling my mouth. Breath rushing in and out of my nose. Hand gripping, crushing the back of my neck in a wonderful way. I quit thinking, quit worrying, quit holding back. If the truck crashed, it crashed. That was no concern of mine any longer. I moaned deep into Uncle William's throat. My tongue moved forward and wantonly caressed and enticed the thicker, heavier tongue invading my mouth. One hand trapped against the bench seat. My other hand took Uncle's place at the back of his son's head. I knew, now, how wonderful that hand felt, and I tried to return the same feeling to Rob. I felt Rob moan as my hand was stimulated by the stiff hairs of his flattop. My hand caressed my cousin's face and I ground my hard cock into his muscley chest. He was sucking at this father with demented abandon as if he were starving and his only possible food was stored in his father's cum sac. I felt his lips... spread, stretched, working up and around, pursing strongly as he sucked downwards, sucking, his throat still gagging sometimes as Rob's lips worked on his daddies manshaft. I felt that shaft, right where it penetrated his lips. My eyes flew wide open in surprise. Uncle William's cockshaft had become huge! I tried to measure it with my hand but my fingertips came nowhere near touching as they wrapped around the hot flesh. The shaft had to be at least two and a half inches across the top where Rob was slobbering snot all over his Daddy as he tried to breathe. Uncle William looked into my eyes and laughed. "You like that, boy?" My throat was swollen shut. I couldn't talk. I eagerly nodded my head, "YES." He grinned at me, winking, his eyes glittered. "Let's give you something to practice on..." His hand pushed my head down. Down through the thick hair on his chest. Down until his fat nipple popped into my mouth. Down until I was sucking on him like a baby. Whining and sucking for all I was worth. The nipple quickly swelled up. As big around as my finger. Nearly an inch long. Uncle William held my head until I quieted and began a regular nursing rhythm. Uncle William slid his hand down the back of my pants. Uncle William relaxed and enjoyed his drive. His son lay across my lap. His nephew nursed steadily at both of his sensitive nipples and played with his balls and cock where it entered his son's mouth. I felt Rob's lips and his fathers cock and balls with my free hand, feeling the heat and the slime and the movement of man against man. Uncle Williams arm lay across my back. His hand went into the back of my pants. His fingers played with my hole and teased me mercilessly. I wanted him, and I knew that he wanted me. I was afraid, but Uncle William was taking his time getting me ready for what we both wanted, and knew was going to happen. The truck slowed and then bounced onto a dirt road. Uncle William pulled my head off his tits and then pulled his resisting son off his cock. Rob and I stared at him in the dash lights. Wetly shinning paps as big around as my thumb and over an inch long gleamed on his chest. I looked down between Uncle William's legs and then up at my cousin in amazement. I looked back down and tried to figure out how he had gotten all of that down his throat. Over a foot of outrageously thick cock gleamed with its spit coating, right down to the ponderous ball sack. The cock was so heavy that it acted like a gyroscope, staying level, ignoring the movement of Uncle William and the truck. My mouth watered. My throat ached with fear, and want, and need. My butthole clenched and tingled in fear. "You boys go ahead and get naked now." Neither Rob or I needed an engraved invitation. Ever watch two excited husky boys trying to get undressed at the same time in the cab of a pickup truck? Just about impossible... at least until we started helping each other. Unlacing each others shoes, pulling shirts over awkwardly extended arms. Quickly, eagerly, we were both sitting there, waiting for Uncle William's next order. "You want to drive, Rob?" "YES, SIR!" Rob seemed awfully eager to drive. I guessed that his dad probably didn't let many folks drive his one-ton diesel dually. Rob stepped across my lap and hiked his ass into my face. I knew what he wanted, but, jeeze! His dad was sitting right there. Rob pushed his butt into my face and I bowed to the inevitable and buried my bright red face between Rob's hard buttocks. I got him good and slobbered up and he pulled away. "Thanks, Cuz!" Rob stepped across his Dad's lap and then sat right down on the pillar his dad was holding upright for him. I ducked down to watch and my eyes got huge as Rob moaned and his asshole spread wider... and wider... and wider until the completely rigid cockhead suddenly slid smoothly into Rob's bowels, followed by inch after inch of hot cockshaft. Rob crunched into Uncle William's crotch hair and wiggled around to seat himself in his father's lap. I sat up and saw Rob smiling, happily driving, bouncing up and down on his dad's truly massive fuck tool on the rutted road. "I always wanted to drive when I was little," Rob laughed. "But Daddy wouldn't let me until he could be sure I wouldn't slip off his lap and cause a wreck." Rob and I laughed at that like a couple of giddy teenagers. Uncle William just slapped Rob's butt and pulled me back over to his nipple. The three of us settled in to our drive down the dirt road, thinking about our next adventure to come. I think Rob was finding, and driving over, every rock and pothole in the road. ----- [Dear and Gentle Reader: You may, in my writing, spot what appears to be a misspelling, something odd in the wording or construction of the material. All I can say is that ALL puns are intentional... :-)]