Date: Thu, 4 Oct 2007 22:15:50 -0700 (PDT) From: Always Real Subject: Kevin Williams: Sex Superstar Part 9 Disclaimer: The following is just a fantasy. All the characters in the story are fictional. Please do not go further if you are under 21 and/or you are not looking for stories that explicitly describe men-to-men sex. This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse, incest, and Dominant/submissive themes between adult males. If this offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or you are not of legal age, do not read it. Any resemblance of characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental. The morning after 39 year-old trucker driver Wesley Smith drugged his 14 year-old cousin Kevin and then brutally raped the boy while he was knocked out cold, the teenager woke up in a groggy daze and the lower half of his body was extremely sore. In fact, his aching body hurt so much that his grandmother told him to stay home from school for the day. She asked Wesley to look after Kevin while she and her husband went to work for the day, and the ever-so-helpful Wesley told her he would take good care of the boy. Kevin lay in his bed for awhile, his mind racing trying to figure out why his body was so wracked with pain, before finally getting up and staggering to the bathroom to take a long hot bath. As the water was running into the tub, Kevin sat down on the toilet, feeling an intense urge to shit. As soon as his ass muscles loosened his body, with a loud farting-sound, released a bellow of trapped air, and then a slimy, sticky continuous mixture pilled out of his hole into the toilet, some of the substance gushing out and running down his legs. What he didn't realize was that the liquid coming out of his ass was a mixture of Wesley's semen and his own blood. Afterwards, he gingerly got into the tub of steaming water and closed his eyes as he carefully tried to relax and let the water soothe his aching body. His legs were weak and his ass was painfully sore, but the hot water helped. As he sat in the bath with his eyes closed, flashes began to appear to Kevin as if he were dreaming. A scene appeared of him laying flat on his stomach on his bed, and something was stuffed into his mouth. Someone was lying on top of him, a man with a deep voice who was plunging his huge unforgiving dick into Kevin with no mercy and calling him all kinds of dirty names as he used the kid. The rapist's voice belonged to Wesley. Kevin moaned and felt his libido rising despite the aches and pains in his body. He was once again fantasizing about his cousin, only this time the fantasy was more graphic and rough than ever before... "You doing alright cuz?" asked the voice from above. Kevin's eyes jerked open to see Wesley standing above him beside the tub with a leering and lusty smirk on his face. Wesley was dressed in his usual tight blue jeans, t-shirt, and cowboy boots. Kevin immediately yanked his drying towel off the side of the tub and tried to cover his nakedness. "Hey, relax lil' cuz!" Wesley laughed as he turned to the sink and started to brush his teeth. "You scared me," Kevin said nervously. "Didn't mean to," Wesley replied. "You know you were knocked the fuck out hard last night," the trucker mentioned casually, watching Kevin in the mirror above the sink. Kevin nodded nervously, feeling quite anxious in the presence of Wesley. "I must have gotten sick or something. I feel awful today...could barely get out of bed this morning." "Yeah, Aunt Vivian told me to play doctor to you today," Wesley replied. "I guess you must have come down with a bug or something huh?" "I guess so," Kevin shrugged. A wicked laugh came from Wesley. "Cuz, you were out so bad someone could have snuck into your room last night and done whatever they wanted to do. You know," Wesley said as he turned around and stared straight at Kevin, his words dripping with sex, "someone could have just taken you for all you got, straight up stole all your goodies!" Wesley's words made Kevin freeze completely, his eyes opened wide and unblinking. Wesley winked at Kevin, grabbed his bulging crotch with one hand, and then swaggered out of the bathroom. Kevin sat in the bath tub totally numb and shell-shocked as he was hit like a ton of bricks by what was rapidly becoming a much more clear picture in his head. He hadn't just been dreaming about getting raped in his sleep by Wesley...his cousin must have fucked him the night before! In a trance-like state, Kevin got out of the tub, wrapped a fresh towel around his waist, and stumbled into his bedroom. As soon as he walked into the room he stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes caught sight of the black rubber beside his bed on the floor. The towel fell from his waist to the floor, but he didn't notice. Dropping to his knees, Kevin crawled over to the evidence, picked it up, and stared at it. The big stretched condom was freshly used, the outside covered in the same sticky mixture that had dropped into the toilet out of Kevin's used ass. In addition there was a substantial amount of semen inside the condom. Now memories of the events of the previous night came flooding back to Kevin and the details were less hazy. Stunned beyond belief, Kevin crawled onto his bed and laid on his stomach, the condom still in his hand. He held the rubber in front of his face as the flashbacks of what had happened played over and over in his head. As he lay on his bed naked the memories just kept popping before his closed eyes one after another. At first Kevin felt tremendous anger and humiliation about what had happened. Tears burst from his eyes and burned his cheeks as he cried silently as his mind flashbacked to the utter agony Wesley's vicious fucking had caused him. However, when fresh images of Kevin remembering how his body reacted during the rape when Wesley had grabbed the teen's limp dick and jacked into to an erection as he drilled into the kid's asshole, Kevin's prick began to stir. Unknown to the lusty teen, good old cousin Wesley was standing right inside the bathroom watching him through the cracked door. Kevin tried hard not to let the new wave of images get to him and make him get hot, but he lost that battle as soon as it began. In spite of himself, Kevin felt his sore and abused asshole began to pulsate while blood started rushing into his dick. Suddenly he was struck with the very clear and vivid memory of Wesley's rough big strong hand jerking his dick until Kevin ejaculated as the older man continued pumping his massive thick dick into Kevin's wounded asshole. "Oh Wesley..." Kevin moaned aloud involuntarily as his sore legs spread out on the bed and he began to gyrate his pelvis around on the bed, slowly grinding his rapidly-hardening dick into the mattress. As if on cue, Wesley opened the door to the bathroom all the way and strolled silently into Kevin's bedroom. As he slowly approached the boy's bed, Wesley peeled off his t-shirt and shed his jeans, leaving his Calvin Klein button fly boxer briefs on, tossing the clothes on the floor. His dark, sexy brown eyes stayed focused on the naked kid lustily squirming around on the bed like a slut in heat. The trucker's mammoth dick had been hard every since he first started watching Kevin from the bathroom, but now the black pole was so swollen that the muscle was beginning to ache. Wesley unbuttoned the fly and pulled his manhood out just as he stopped on side of the bed. Since Kevin was laying on his stomach with his eyes closed and fully engrossed in remembering his being jacked to a climax in his sleep the night before, the teen at first didn't even realize he was not alone. When he felt a long finger being abruptly shoved up into his wounded asshole, he at first thought he was having yet another intense flashback of the previous night. However, soon a second long finger was inserted into his ass, and Kevin winced in pain. "Damn boy you got a tight ass pussy!" Kevin's eyes bursting open with the realization that he wasn't dreaming. His head turned around and he saw Wesley standing next to the bed above him with two of his fingers buried inside Kevin's abused asshole, and his big black fully erect soda can monster dick obscenely sprouting forth from the fly of his Calvin Klein's. "You fucked me last night didn't you?" Kevin managed to blurt out before a sneering Wesley jammed a third finger into his ass, causing Kevin to cry out in agony. Wesley fingered the used hole for just a few seconds with all three fingers, and then he pulled them out and placed them in front of Kevin's tear-strewn face. "Open your mouth!" Wesley demanded, and when Kevin hesitated for a brief moment, the trucker forcefully shoved the fingers into the boy's mouth. "Suck my fingers and see how yo' sweet tight ass pussy taste faggot!" Kevin sucked Wesley's long fingers as he was told. "Yeah, I fucked you real good last night," Wesley said as he began to stroke his swollen dick. "I'm surprised you remember with the way that little mickey I slipped into your Cherry Coke had you knocked out." "You drugged me?" Kevin asked with the fingers still in his mouth. Wesley nodded. "Trust me, I did you a favor," he replied. "See from the minute I got here and saw you switching that big sexy ass around like you do, I knew I was gonna be getting my dick up in that sooner rather than later. Look at this dick nigga." Wesley shook his outrageously huge dick in the kid's face. "You see how big my shit is? I figured it would be easier on yo' young pretty ass if you were knocked the fuck out when I ran up in that tight box you got. Hell, yo' ass started bleeding just from me putting the head of my dick up in you. You see how sore you've been since you woke up." He finally pulled his fingers out of Kevin's mouth and used that hand to fondle Kevin's exposed ass. Kevin couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Wesley, you raped me!" he declared. "You didn't have to do me like that!" Wesley shoved roughly shoved a finger back into the sore asshole, and Kevin yelped. "You little faggot, you know damn well you been wanting some of this dick from the first day I got here!" Kevin nodded. "Exactly!" he exclaimed, wiggling his ass around in discomfort as Wesley's finger probed the inflamed insides of the teen's boi pussy. "You didn't have to drug me because I would have gladly taken good care of your dick for you regardless." "What the fuck you say?" Wesley asked and laughed. "You mean to tell me yo' young ass is already a faggot ass slut?" The trucker plunged another finger into the tight constricting asshole and he watched Kevin squirm. "No way," Wesley said, shaking his head. "Yo' ass is too fucking tight for it to have even have had a dick in it before mine!" "I could have sucked it real good for you," said Kevin. "What yo' young ass know about sucking dick?" Wesley asked. "Wesley, I've been sucking dick since I was a little kid!" Kevin revealed. "Mike said I was the best dick sucker in all of Dallas!" "Say what?" Wesley asked in shock, his mouth dropping open. He pulled his fingers out of Kevin's ass. "You mean my cousin Mike?" Kevin nodded proudly. "Yep," he answered. "You sucked my little cousin Mike's dick?" Wesley asked in utter surprise. "Michael the future NBA star?" "Uh huh," Kevin replied as he realized his dick was swiftly inflating between himself and the mattress thanks to memories of sucking off Mike as well as the tempting sight of Wesley's monster dick dangling right in front of his face. "I was sucking Mike's dick like two or three times a day until he left for college." Kevin paused and stared Wesley straight in the eye while slowly licking his juicy thick lips, and then added in a rather low and seductive tone, "and Mike fucked my ass plenty of times before he left too." "Get the fuck out of here!" Wesley exclaimed as he felt even more blood rush into his throbbing dick. His eyes studied Kevin's hot sexy teenage body from head to toe in an instant, twitching and grinding into the mattress, and Wesley could tell from the kid's blatantly sexual body language that the boy wanted some more dick. "So you say you a good dick sucker huh?" "Uncle Owen is the one who taught me how to do it when I was four or five years old," Kevin answered, his eyes glued on Wesley's temptingly hard dick. "Uncle Owen?" asked a once-again shocked Wesley. "You mean yo' mom's old pimp Owen? He had you sucking his dick?" Kevin nodded. "Yeah. He told me I was born to do it, that I was a natural and it was my job to make grown men feel good by taking their dicks in my mouth and down my throat until they squirted the cream." "Well I'll be damned!" Wesley exclaimed and shook his head. Still stroking himself, he looked down at Kevin with lust in his eyes. "So you say you a good dick sucker huh?" "Yes," Kevin replied. "Well show me motherfucker!" Wesley exclaimed and slapped Kevin in his face with the monster dick before forcing it between the boy's wet and waiting lips. Kevin wasted no time, getting right down to the task at hand. He first used his tongue to expertly lick and tickle the enormous purple mushroom head, which by this time was leaking pre-cum profusely. Then he let his tongue slowly travel the length of Wesley's long and thick shaft, licking it all over until his face reached trucker's bush of sexy black pubic hair. Kevin buried his face in the bush for a moment, taking in Wesley's musky male scent before he moved on, guiding his professional tongue to the trucker's gigantic balls. Kevin gingerly took one ball at a time into his mouth and gently licked them over. Wesley moaned as the kid worked his balls over. So far he was impressed. Finally, Kevin worked his tongue back up to the mushroom dick head and for a moment forcefully licked Wesley's piss slit and the head itself, which made Wesley moan again. Kevin looked up at Wesley as he took just the head of his dick into his mouth and softly began to suck on it. "Yeah boy!" Wesley exclaimed, liking the way the kid was working the head. Kevin slyly winked at him in return, and then without warning, the teenager swallowed the entire length of Wesley's huge dick, all the way down to the base! "Muthafucka!" Wesley yelled in shock as he felt his manhood suddenly engulfed and sealed in what felt like hot humid oven! Kevin allowed the dick to pass through his mouth and slide down his throat until the huge head hit the back of the kid's throat. He gagged for a quick second, but then his deep throat adjusted to the dick. Then Kevin's lips clamped down tightly around the base of the dick, and his mouth began an intense sucking technique on the shaft while the muscle of the boy's throat squeezed the section of dick sealed there. In his 39 years Wesley Smith had had his fair share of blow jobs from both women and men, but instantly he realized that this kid sucking him off at that moment was the absolute best dick sucker whose mouth he's ever had the pleasure of sticking his dick in! It didn't take long before the trucker began to feel light on his feet, as if the kid were sucking the blood and strength out of Wesley's legs! Keeping his dick firmly entrenched in Kevin's mouth, Wesley sat down on the bed and pushed the kid back down and between the older man's big muscular legs. Wesley had to concentrate hard to keep himself from busting his nutt down the boy's throat right off the top! Wesley was getting so caught up in the exquisite sensations the kid's mouth was creating that he was moaning uncontrollably, grabbing the back of Kevin's head with both hands. Wesley then started to ram his dick in and out of the kid's mouth and down his throat, giving him a good face fucking that Kevin greedily devoured. "Yeah, you bitch ass faggot, suck my big black dick!" Wesley yelled as Kevin bobbed and slobbered all over his huge prick, which was still leaking large amounts of pre-cum down the kid's throat. "Deep throat my muthafuckin' dick you cum-loving son-of-a-bitch!" Wesley rammed his entire dick down Kevin's throat, the dick head banging the boy's tonsils and making the kid cough. But when Kevin recovered, his mouth, throat, tongue, and lips went into overdrive on Wesley's dick all at once. Wesley's dick felt as if it were locked in the back of Kevin's throat as the kid began to suck his like an industrial strength vacuum cleaner. "I'm gonna nutt!" Wesley yelled a second before his dick, buried all the way down Kevin's throat, unleashed a torrent of thick salty semen into the boy's belly. Wesley yelled out in sheer ecstasy as Kevin kept sucked furiously on his entire dick as it continued shooting rope after rope of hot nutt down the kid's throat, and Kevin swallowed every last drop. Eventually Wesley's highly-charged dick finally finished pumping out his salty nectar, but Kevin's exceptional oral skills allowed the sex-obsessed teenager to keep a firm grip around the still very stiff penis, letting the throbbing pole rest comfortably in the enveloped warmth and moisture of the kid's mouth. For several moments Wesley just sat on the bed with his back to the wall and his face tilted towards the ceiling, his mind and body in a complete daze. He'd been getting his dick sucked since he was Kevin's age, and he's had some of the best blow jobs imaginable, especially during the two years he was locked up in a Mississippi prison...but Kevin's performance was miles and away the best Wesley had EVER experienced in his life! Several minutes later Wesley's dick was still hard and inside Kevin's mouth as Wesley, slowly coming back to earth, reached down and began to finger the boy's twitching young boy twat. "You got a hot tight little hungry pussy don't you boy?" Wesley asked gruffly. Kevin, growing more and more horny by the second, closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as his hole was probed thoroughly by Wesley's long fingers. The kid's reply to the question was non-verbal: he simply began to slowly suck on the huge dick embedded in his mouth and down his throat. The two were just about to engage in another hot and heavy sex session when the family's telephone line began to ring. They ignored the call, even though the phones in the house rang over and over before stopping. Wesley was just about to stick a third finger into Kevin's hole as the kid was on the verge of taking the entire length of the trucker's dick down his throat when the phone started ringing again, and this time it wouldn't stop. "Fuck!" Wesley yelled in frustration as he finally reluctantly pushed Kevin off of his dick. "Who in the hell is that fucking calling?" Wesley jumped out of the bed and ran from the bedroom to grab the telephone extension in the hallway. While he was gone, a lusty Kevin stretched out on his back on the bed and began to finger himself, anxiously awaiting Wesley's return. However, when Wesley reappeared at the doorway of the bedroom, his dick was suddenly limp and his face crestfallen. Kevin immediately sensed that something was wrong. "Who was it on the phone?" the boy asked. Wesley looked him straight in the eye. "A deacon from the church," he answered slowly. "Your grandparents were in a car accident." "What?" Kevin asked in shock. "They're dead," Wesley blurted out... TO BE CONTINUED