Date: Sat, 30 Apr 2005 02:39:33 -0700 From: Jon Hold Subject: Cousin Rob 5/5 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 05 Camping by Jon Hold jonhold@eudoramail.com Uncle William stayed on my back, and inside of me, until he saw a red flare arch up out of the forest. He said that was the signal to return to camp and got off my back, his still rigid manhood slurping and finally "Popping" as he pulled it out of me. I lifted my butt, trying to keep him from escaping, but he just laughed and slapped my butt. I felt wide open and could feel two loads of his cum leaking down out of me and down my legs as I stood up. Uncle William noticed me trying to look behind me to see if I was permanently hurt. Uncle William just laughed and took me in his arms. His tongue wrapped around my tonsils as he reassured me that I would be just fine, only better able to take on mandick the way I seemed to like. I laughed and hugged and kissed him back, but sure was glad that he'd kept me naked so that I didn't ruin my pants with the slime leaking down my legs. Uncle William went down the built-in ladder first and I followed him down. He was waiting for me at the bottom and I took the last few rungs with a couple of fingers checking out my butthole. I tucked myself under his arm and he started to lead me back up the trail with his fingers still up my butt. I was trying to figure out how to tell Uncle William how I thought I'd seen a deer when there was a rustling in the brush and Rob stepped out on the trail in front of us. "WOW, Dad!" Rob cried out, walking over to us and pounding his Dad on the back. "What a shot! Dead on! Just like in a textbook or something. And just wait till you see him up close, Dad. He's beautiful!" Rob had his dad by his other hand and drug both of us down the hill. Uncle William finally had to take his fingers out of me when we crossed the creek. Partway up the hill Rob pulled some brush aside and his dad just froze. "Swear to God! I ain't never seen nothing like this around here." "Yeah, Dad! And you shot him! What a trophy!" Hiking his finger over his shoulder at me, Uncle William said, "Son. The only thing your old Dad has shot lately is a couple of loads up your cousin's ass." "But..." Rob looked from the buck to his dad, back at the deer and finally to me. "You mean...?" "Is this what you shot at, Boy?" I reluctantly nodded, tears welling up in my eyes, "Yes, Sir. I'm sorry... I didn't mean..." Cousin and Uncle looked at me... Then at each other... Then broke out laughing. I was confused, and then started getting angry. Rob and Uncle William tried to explain, but the madder I got, the funnier they thought it was. I was about to find a different use for my Daddy's 30-30, the way they were bent over laughing like that, when Uncle William finally managed to catch his breath and explain that, first off, I hadn't shot any ol' deer. What I had shot was a fourteen point Elk stag in the prime of his life. It wasn't until we met the others that evening that we found out that the rich folks at the Country Club had paid thousands of dollars to have the stag brought in for a special event, only to have it escape and "disappear". Somehow, that just made the meat taste all the more sweet. Uncle William cut the Elk's throat, and then wiped his bloody hand all over my face and down my chest, wiping even more of the hot blood on my genitals. "Now you've been blooded. Now you're a man!' he said. I was proud. I was about to burst because Uncle William and Cousin Rob were so obviously proud of me. Rob and I had to help Uncle William pull the Elk up on the little multiple pulley thing he took out of his pocket. The elk was just too heavy for the deer pulley to lift without Rob and me helping. Rob and Uncle William quickly gutted my prize while letting him bleed out and then and tied him to a pole. They carried him between them and I "broke path." Rob talked me back to the family base camp. I entered a well set up camp with good stone cooking facilities, a permanent storage shed and nice "stand-up" tents. Men, young men and a few naked boys turned around and stood up when I walked out of the trees into the camp area. None of them really recognized me, and I could feel a certain hostility. A stranger in their midst. Not welcome! "Ya'll get them looks off'en yer faces! This here's Cousin Jon, the Runt's boy, and he's been blooded better then any ah ya'll!" said Cousin Rob from the bushes behind me. They blinked at Cousin Robs's challenge, and then their eyes got wide when they spotted the elk. Questions and answers flew until Uncle Jesse, Daddy's youngest brother came out swinging a flapjack flipper. Everyone sat down around the fire and I got served cheese sandwiches, RC cola's and Moon Pies for lunch as Uncle William explained everything. He told me about the family tradition of "blooding" young men. That a boy was just a boy until he'd made his first major hunting kill and was "blooded" by an older man. After that, and he glared at the nude 12 to 14 year olds, who just giggled in response, the boy was a man and was expected to use his pecker as a man and to be a supporter of the family, and not until then. He said how proud he was that, even with a late start, I'd done so well. Everyone else, waived him down, saying that NOBODY in the family had ever been blooded as well as I had. Then I had to tell everyone about the kill, and Uncle William made me tell EVERYTHING, just the way it happened. I blushed bright red, but managed to tell everyone just exactly what was happening when I shot the elk. When things started to break up, everyone was slapping me on the back and touching the blood on my face. Rob told me that everyone was trying to "touch up" some of my luck and that I was going to be one hell of a popular bed partner that night as guys tried to absorb some of my hunting luck. Rob and a bunch of my older cousins, unmarried but blooded, headed off to a pond in the creek where they all helped me wash the blood off my face and body. We were all talking and getting to know each other, me being amazed at how good-looking all of my cousins were, as they unself-consciously stripped naked and we started playing around in the lukewarm water. The younger boys heard us playing and were soon jumping all over us, getting thrown from one brother or cousin to another, while yelling and screaming and just having one hell of a good time. The young'ens held me in some sort of awe, and were embarrassed at first to approach the newly blooded stranger. Before long though, their natural friendliness and rambunctiousness overcame any shyness and they accepted me as one of their own. I was feeling pretty great. Things were starting to get pretty wild, with the younger set starting to bother me with their attempts to get my attention, when the older, married men showed up, already stripped naked. Things quieted down some and guys sort of grouped up, two or three or four guys to a group, mostly one older guy with one or more boys. Uncle William and Rob were in different groups than me and even though I noticed people moving from group to group, Uncle William and Rob didn't join me. I sort of worried about that, but was kept pretty distracted by the studs joining the group I was in and sharing wash-ups and congratulations with me. I started feeling like I'd met a couple of hundred new relatives that afternoon and had trouble keeping names straight. It was Uncle Jesse and his son, Bart, who got me out of the water and into their tent first. Uncle Jesse was the fat cook while Bart was a six foot - four High School Quarterback Hero mountain of muscle. They couldn't be any more different. Bart said his daddy loved to be fucked, especially by a stud like me. Now, the truth is that sort of embarrassed the hell out of me --- and made me glow with pride at the same time. Having a hunk like Bart respecting me like that made me want to live up to their imagination of what I was. Years later I finally figured out that trying to live up to others perceptions can make a man better than he ever intended to be. Well, that night I got LOTS better when Bart helped me get my dick up his daddy's ass, and then mounted behind me and helped me fuck his daddy. The louder Uncle Jesse squealed, the harder Cousin Bart fucked me, huffing and chuffing like a leaky old steam locomotive. He had a long ol' dick that really reamed me out but good. I staggered out of their tent only to be led to Uncle Daram's tent by his young nephew where he, his no-hair twins and chunky older boy made me welcome. VERY welcome. I lost track of who was screwing and sucking who, but we were all having a wonderful time. Uncle William told me over breakfast that, in a friendly way, a boys blooding was a time when everyone in the family tried to congratulate him (in the very best way), and wear him out at the same time. Everyone was real proud that I'd managed, not only to stay awake all night, but to share myself with every family member present. Rob made a joke about family "member" being right. I jumped him and we tussled, rolling around in the dirt like a couple of puppies. Uncle William shook his head and then picked us up, stuffed one of us under each arm and then walked down to the pond and tossed us in. Laughing and sputtering, Cousin Rob and I just grabbed each other and exuberantly kissed each other. Two major boners moved the kiss from boyish exuberance to intent seriousness. I turned around and grinned at Uncle William as I lifted up and then skewered myself on Rob's tentpeg. Well, it felt as solid as a tentpeg! Uncle William just grinned back, waded into the pond and hugged both of us in his powerful arms. I lifted my face as Uncle William took my lips into possession. Moaning with lust, Robs arms around my chest and Uncle William's arms around the both of us, I lifted my legs and wrapped my legs around Uncle William's waist and shifted us around until Uncle William's massive male member was feeling his son moving in and out of me. Uncle William opened his eyes and looked deeply into mine. All I could do was whimper in need. His eyes boring into mine, looking for the slightest clue to stop, Uncle William put pressure against me right where his oldest son was piercing me. Rob stopped moving and just stood still, holding me in his arms as his Daddy started to stretch the opening to my already well fucked bottom. I screamed into Uncle William's mouth when my anus finally gave up and spread open to Uncle William's insistent pressure. I could feel every curve of his cockhead as it lodged inside of my anal canal, throbbing against Rob's rod. "Oh, Man! Oh... SHIT!" All Rob could do was moan his amazement as he clung to me and his Dad with all his strength. Somehow, that gave me all the reason I needed to wrap my legs even tighter around Uncle William's manly waist. Uncle William moaned in lust as we forced the rest of his cock up inside of me. The wide flare of his cockhead rubbed against Rob's as Uncle William slid up Rob's shaft on it's way even deeper inside of me. That was more than Rob could take. The rest of Uncle William's entrance was well lubricated by Rob's spurting effusion. Uncle William held still, letting me get used to having two cocks up my ass at the same time and giving Rob a chance to finish, and recover from, his zestful response to his father's entry. Uncle William finally pulled back and looked at me as I hung suspended, cheek to cheek with his son with my head resting on Rob's well-muscled shoulder. "You ready?" I just grinned and nodded my head, too into what was happening to waste energy on talking. Uncle William grinned and looking at his son, introduced me to the Southern version of the WWF, the World Wide Federation of Father-Son Tag Team Fucking. Rob paid close attention to his daddy, and I was taken on a trip never to be forgotten. At first Dad would pull back and fuck back into me, followed by Rob who's timing was just a little off. I closed my eyes and concentrated on trying to sort out the feelings created by each of the cocks up my ass. NASA needs to investigate this launching method, cuz I went way, WAY out into outer space! Father and son developed a bunch of ways of fucking me, one pulling out as the other drove in, one fucking fast as the other fucked slow, one fucking in and out as the other ground around and round, both fucking together, both fucking together - taking turns leading - trying to dart in or jerk out of me and leave the other going the wrong direction. My absolute favorite though was when they'd get in sync, both fucking me at the same time, pubes hitting my ass together and cockheads pulling at my ass ring together. This doesn't sound like much until you realize that Uncle William was about three inches longer than Rob's 8+ inches. That meant that they were moving at different speeds and that my insides were pulled every which way, every tiny crevice and surface being stimulated over and over. My uncle and cousin knew this was my favorite and used it to bring me to orgasm over and over, a circle of uncle's and cousin's urging them on and applauding every time I came. We drove home in the dark. My elk under a tarp in back. Rob snoring quietly where he slept, leaning against me and keeping me warm as I cuddled under Uncle Williams strong arm. The last thing I remember was Uncle William saying, "We're going to have to get your Daddy down here..." The End...