Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2005 23:01:38 -0500 From: James Branson Subject: Tapping nephew's Christmass 3 See previous chapters for disclaimer. --- When Kenny and I had sex, he would always take me out to the woods, or his truck, or to the shed. You see, Kenny was a major screamer...apparently the hot perpetually horny hunk held himself back when he was with "the missus" because he was raised to believe women are fragile and timid. I wasn't going to complain, since that meant my brother in law just about ripped out my throat every time my DSL (Dick Sucker Lips) inhaled his BFC (Big Fucking Cock). He was a seriously rough fuck, just throwing me on my back in the flatbed of his truck and plowing me senseless. When I looked into his eyes I saw wildfire -- I knew why he had stayed away from man-sex all these years, because it unleashed a beast even he could not have imagined. I liked pushing his buttons and making him explore other sides of himself. One day when my sister was out of the house I drew a warm bath for both of us and washed, then brushed his long, flowing blonde hair. By the time I dried the goldilocks they had never looked so beautiful. I shaved his ever-present facial stubble and he looked even better, like a Greek god. He was fully in touch with his beauty for the first time since high school, not hiding beyond any sort of redneck trappings. I'm not sure if he was ready for just how gorgeous he looked standing in front of his wife's full-length mirror, buck nekkid, his hair around his shoulders, his square jaw jutting at the same angle as his thick 8 inches. He was so stunning that he actually made himself rock-hard. He stroked himself off for me, flicking his foreskin back and forth in a mad dance, and daring to slide a finger inside his virgin pucker before he exploded all over his reflection. It was unforgettable. Afterwards, he spanked my tight ass with the hairbrush and fucked me missionary-style in his and my sister's bed. I think maybe he was insecure about his masculinity and used me to feel more macho, who knows. But when I think about us in each other's arms under those cotton sheets, my head pressed against his hairy chest, and that dull "THWAP" sound as the hard brush smacked against my buttocks over and over until I begged for mercy...well I think I have reaction you horny readers are having about now. My favorite activity was burying my tremoring, sloppy tongue in his musty, fur-dusted crack. He had a man's body and a man's smell. He was so tight and tasted so good. I desperately wanted to conquer him, but knew that his son Joel deserved that rare prize. Instead I settled for shoving my tongue so far inside his essence I could practically taste his tonsils. Joel was on a camping trip with friends for the last few days of my trip, so that gave me plenty of time to bond with Kenny. The night Joel finally got back home, the night before my holiday vacation was to end, I told Kenny I had a special surprise for him -- a special cot set up in the shed. He was advised to get naked and wait for me on the bed. The thing with Kenny is that if you leave him alone on a flat surface for a few minutes, he's going to pass out (he's a hard-sleeping, hard-fucking, hard-living man...he's just plain hard most of the time). Joel was all over me that day, and while we took a long, relaxing shower (complete with mutual jerkoff) I did listen to his hot stories about how he had taken it up in the ass from his scoutmaster and from his best friend and even let them piss in his mouth. The stories just made me all the hotter, but I wanted him to save up most of his energy. I told him to join me in the shed that night and take off his clothes. I got there several minutes before Joel, took off my own clothes, dropped them near the cot, and waited for my newly-slutty nephew to arrive. When he did, he saw a dim view of my clothes on the floor and a nude body on the cot and thought I was waiting for him, legs spread. He'd wanted to fuck me for a while so this was his chance. He slipped next to the cot, sank to his knees, and parted those smoldering cheeks. I watched as Joel began rimming his own father. I couldn't wait for the fireworks.