Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2012 13:08:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Cosmic Charlie <cosmic709@yahoo.com>
Subject: Two Cousins, One Tent

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Two Cousins, One Tent
Cosmic Charlie


This story depicts graphic sex between adult cousins. If that turns you
off, read no further.

The family car rolled down the road to the campground where Steve's
extended family had been gathering since he was a child. When he was a kid,
he waited all summer for this weekend and the chance to get together with
his cousins to play and swim. It was the only time of the year when his
older cousins would include him in their activities. Now, eighteen years
old, Steve was not happy about being forced to attend. His parents had
insisted that he come with for one last time, and he agreed on the
condition that he would get his own tent and his parents would leave him
alone. If he wanted to sit by himself and text his friends all weekend, his
parents couldn't complain.

Steve was looking forward to going to college and getting out from under
the thumb of his parents. He'd known that he was gay since he was thirteen
and had had sex with some of the guys he hung out with in high school. He
was looking forward to going to college and being able to really break out
of his shell and fuck around. He had a hot body, and he knew that there
would be lots of men willing to take a ride on his cock and a stab at his
ass.

Steve had short dark brown, almost black hair, and had something of an
urban skater look. He stood about 5 foot 11 and had a muscular but thin
build. His smooth, twinkish body was his greatest asset. The older guys he
occasionally met while cruising at the local park were into kids like him
who looked young, and Steve was into guys who looked a little older. He
liked body hair and muscle, big pecs and big cocks.

As his mind drifted toward next fall's conquests, he started to sprout
wood. He tried to direct his thoughts toward something else, but he was
fixated on sex now. In three weeks he would be free to fuck around with
whomever he pleased whenever he wanted.

When the car pulled up to the campsite most of the family had not yet
arrived. Steve told his folks he was going to set up his tent and take a
nap. He needed to rest before the onslaught of relatives, and he wanted to
work a load out of his dick before dinner. He was horny as hell and needed
to take the edge off.

Setting up the tent and getting his gear for the weekend situated took
longer than he expected. His dad had given him an old canvas tent that
lacked the modern, flexible poles. Rather than ask for help he struggled
with the frame by himself. Once finished the tent was impressively
roomy. He walked inside, spread out his sleeping bag, and lay down to nap
for a while.

When he woke up an hour or two later, he pulled out his dick. Lately, he
felt like he was hard constantly and could pull out three or four loads a
day if he had time. He'd seen his dad and older brother in the YMCA locker
rooms enough to know that big dicks ran in the family. His cock stood eight
inches, smaller he guessed than his older brother's. He hadn't seen his dad
since he was a little kid, but remembered that it looked huge to him.

He spit on his hand and lubed up his dick. He was just getting going when
he heard somebody outside of the tent.

"Steve, why don't you come out and help us get dinner ready." His mom
called.

"Ok" was his curt reply.

"Shit," he thought as he tucked his cock back into his pants. "Guess my
dick will have to wait."

When he got out of the tent, Steven immediately noticed that his cousin
Shane's pickup and camper were parked on the other side of the campsite. As
he unenthusiastically shucked corn, Shane's girlfriend came out of the
camper and introduced herself.

"I'm Rachel," she said, "Shane's down by the lake."

"Steve, go get him and tell him dinner's almost ready." his mom said.

Steve couldn't help but jog down the path to the lake. Shane was his
favorite cousin and had been since he was a little kid. Shane was ten years
older than Steven, old enough to be perpetually cool in the eyes of his
younger cousin. As he had gotten older, Steve's admiration of Shane had
developed into a pretty serious crush. At first wanted to be Shane, but
after puberty came, Steve wanted to be with Shane. After college Shane
moved one state over, so these camping trips were the only time Steven ever
got to see him.

Shane was napping in a lawn chair as Steve walked up. His shirt was off and
he had a beer in his hand. Steve paused to take in the sight before he woke
his cousin up. This would be the one time all weekend that he could stare
at his cousin's insanely hot body without attracting anyone's attention.

Chiseled is the only word that did Shane justice. He had a strong, square
face that looked like it had been cut from granite. His dark hair,
perfectly styled, was short and spiky and a well-groomed five o'clock
shadow graced his chin. The summer sun had been good to him. His body was
tan and glowing.

His upper body betrayed a gym routine that Steve guessed took up hours each
day. His arms and shoulders were corded with muscle and his pecs were solid
mounds of flesh topped with small dark nipples. He had amazing abs and
obliques. His whole body was covered with dark hair which Steve guessed he
trimmed. Like everything about his cousin's body, the hair was too perfect
to be natural.

Shane was sitting, as strong men often do, with his legs spread wide. Steve
could make out a substantial mound in the crotch of his shorts. He had to
restrain himself from diving in between Shane's legs and worshiping his
tool. He knew that he could suck it way better than Shane's girlfriend
every would.

Steve walked forward and grabbed Shane's shoulder to shake him awake. The
shoulder was wrapped in muscle and rock hard. Shane sort of shuddered as he
came to. When he saw Steve he smiled and stretched out in the chair.

"Hey cuz," he said.

"Hey Shane. My folks sent me down here to get you." Steve said.

"No problem, let's go back to the campsite." They walked up the trail,
Shane still shirtless and Steve struggling to hide the tent in his board
shorts. 'Fuck,' he thought, 'I need to get off before I blow a load in my
pants.'

As more family members arrived everyone settled down to eat dinner. Lots of
aunts and uncles were interested in talking to Steve about college, and he
found himself having the same boring conversation over and over again. As
the sun set, the older folks and those with little kids retired to their
tents. Steve wanted to stay up with the adults, hoping to get a little
buzzed before going to bed. His parents were initially cool with this, and
he had one beer, but set him to bed before everyone started to drink
heavily.

	* * * * * *

Steve awoke abruptly later that night. Someone was fumbling around outside
of his tent. One of his drunk uncles or cousins was probably taking a piss
in the woods, he figured. However, the figure came closer and began to open
the door to the tent.

Shane's big figure stood before him, illuminated by the moonlight that was
streaming in through the back window of the tent. Steve could tell from his
swaying form that he was pretty drunk. In his arms he had a sleeping
bag. He threw it on the floor of the tent a few feet away from Steve,
pulled off his shorts, and collapsed onto the ground. Within minutes he was
breathing heavily.

The first thing Steve noticed as he took in his new sleeping companion was
the strong, masculine smell he brought into the tent with him. Shane was
still shirtless and his body smelled of woodsmoke and sweat. The smell of
the fire, in particular, filled the small space. Whiskey was apparent too,
and the spicy tang of some body odor. Not a bad BO smell, but the smell
that comes after deodorant has worn off.

Before Steve could process what was going on his dick was rock
hard. Unconsciously, almost robotically, he reached down and started to
grab at his dick. Shane lay next to him, naked except for his boxer briefs,
dead to the world. Between his legs there was a meaty bulge. The light was
too dim to make out any details, but the bulge was there and available to
Steve. His desire, augmented by a day without a chance to beat off, was
overwhelming. He had to make a move.

First, however, he had to make sure that Shane was out cold. He pretended
to leave the tent to take a piss, making as much noise as
possible. Throughout the whole ordeal, while Steve noisily opened the
zipper and tripped over Shane's huge feet then noisily came back into the
tent, Shane's eyes stayed closed. He seemed dead to the world.

Steve stretched out his arm and grabbed at Shane's pouch. He rubbed Shane's
junk through the fabric. He could feel his semi-hard cock and the two hefty
balls that rested beneath it. He also felt something strange and hard that
he couldn't make out. The fabric was damp, Shane had probably leaked on
himself when he drunkenly took a piss before invading Steve's tent.

The thought of smelling the fabric made Steve's cock throb. He pulled his
hand away, but kept his eyes glued to Shane's face. There was still no sign
of life. Slowly, careful not to actually touch Shane, he moved his face
toward Shane's junk. When his nose was within an inch, he inhaled deeply.

The slightly acrid smell of the piss was overwhelmed by the delicious funk
of a man who had been outside in the heat all day. His package smelt musky
and sweaty. Steve couldn't help himself and pushed his face in closer. His
nose touched the fabric and nestled underneath Shane's dickhead. Steve took
the scent in, letting it fill his nostrils.

His own dick was leaking precum at this point. He smeared the cock snot
over the head and gave himself a few wanks. He thought about his next
move. He had only two options. He could jerk himself off and go to sleep or
he could unwrap Shane's package and see what lay beneath.

Go big or go home, he thought, as he slid his fingers into the fly. Having
thrown all caution to the wind, he pulled Shane's cock and testicles into
the air. He moved back to study the sight. There lay his cousin, his toned
body tanned and smoked from the day outside, his perfect waist framed by
his boxer briefs, his five inches of soft cock loosely draped over large,
walnut sized balls. At the tip of his uncut cock was a large Prince Albert
piercing.

The piercing was something Steve had never seen before. He was fascinated
by it, and felt that it revealed something dirty about his cousin. He was
now privy to Shane's kinky secret.

He took the hefty tube of flesh into his hand and started to stroke
it. Shane's body responded immediately, and his cock started to thicken. It
grew larger than Steve could have imagined, topping off at what he guessed
was around ten inches (one inch longer than the span of his hand). The
foreskin, which glided easily up and down the head, was lengthy and covered
the whole head even when Shane was hard.

Steve had to taste it. He had to have it in his mouth. He leaned over
Shane's body, the heat and smell of his cousin's crotch hitting his face,
and took the tip of the cock into his mouth. He worked his tongue around
the head and played with the piercing. He looked up at his cousin, whose
eyes were still closed, and pulled his mouth off the dick.

He moved lower and licked and sucked on Shane's balls. He rolled each nut
over his tongue. Shane's crotch was hairy, and his balls were covered in
pubic hair. As Steve pushed his face into them, he could hear the wiry
hairs scratching against his face and the sound of his tongue lapping up
Shane's ball sweat. It was a very erotic, slutty sound.

After he got his fill of Shane's balls Steve moved back to the head. He
used his hand to jerk Shane off. He was completely taken in by the sight of
the Shane's thick foreskin as it slid up and down his glans. He increased
his pressure and speed, sticking out his tongue occasionally to lick
Shane's piss slit. Then, unexpectedly and with no cue from Shane's body,
the cock erupted in his hand.

Shane's cum shot out of his cock in thick bursts. They hit Steve, whose
head was perched over Shane's crotch, in the mouth and face. Five bursts of
cum shot out before the orgasm slowed to a dribble.

Terrified that the orgasm would surely have woken his cousin Steve quickly
rolled over onto his side of the tent. As he did, he stuck out his tongue
and lapped up the cum that was on his lips. He loved cum. He never jerked
off without eating his own load, but the flavor of another man's juice was
always better. He cleaned off his hand before looking over at Shane. His
dick, now deflated and covered in cum, lay across his boxer
briefs. Quickly, Steve put his mouth back on Shane's cock and cleaned off
all the cum before tucking it back into Shane's shorts.

Steve lay on his back and grabbed his dick. Within two strokes he was
erupting. It was an epic load, and he shot further than he ever had
before. The first blast went over his head and hit the tent wall behind
him. Each successive shot fell a little shorter, painting a trail down his
body. Using his hands and mouth, he cleaned up. Completely fulfilled, Steve
went to sleep.

	* * * * * *

When he woke the next morning, Shane was gone. He went out to the fireside
and saw him sitting there.

"Hey Steve. I hope I didn't wake you up last night?" Shane said.

"No, why?"

"Rachel was pissed off that I got so shit faced and wouldn't let me sleep
in the camper."

"Bummer" Steve said.

"No shit. Your growing up so I can tell you, I haven't gotten a shot at her
pussy in over a week. I was really hoping to fuck her last night. My dick
was hard all day. Its calmed down this morning," he said as he playfully
grabbed at his crotch, "Probably because of the hangover."

"Yeah, probably." Steve replied.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. The whole family played
volleyball and other water games down at the lake. Steve thought that Shane
was a little more physical with him than usual, but chalked it up to
Shane's new role as sex object. Once you mess around with a guy, you notice
thinks you didn't in the past.

That night Shane started slipping Steve whiskey sevens. Every man in his
family drank Canadian Club with Seven-Up, and it was a right of passage to
be drinking one. Steve got good and buzzed and Shane got pretty
drunk. Around midnight, Shane started shooting off his mouth about how
Rachel wasn't putting out. She flipped and stormed off to the camper.

"Guess I'm sleeping with you again," Shane drunkenly slurred to Steve.

"Sure," he replied. His dick was hard and dripping ten seconds later as he
imagined having the big man laying next to him again. He could barely
contain his enthusiasm.

"Speaking of," Steve's dad said, "time for you to head off to bed."

Steve didn't even argue. He walked off to the tent and started to listen to
some music. He was trying not to jack off, wanting to be good and horny
when his drunk cousin came in.

A few hours later Shane stumbled into the tent. Steve pretended to be
asleep, but watched Shane closely. Shane looked down at the sleeping bag
and shrugged. Then he pulled off his boxer briefs. Before he lay down he
stretched his muscular body. Steve saw his muscles pull tight over his
frame. His abs and obliques bulged as he arched his back. His heavy sex
hung between his legs and the piercing gleamed in the moonlight.

Shane collapsed onto the sleeping bag. He was closer to Steve than he was
the night before and this time, his body lay in the other direction. His
cock was only a foot away from Steve's face and Steve's own cock was only a
foot or two away from Shane's face. What the fuck was going on? Steve heard
Shane's breathing slow and he started to take in the sight before him.

Shane lay on his back right next to Steve. His thick cock draped over his
leg toward Steve's drooling mouth. The foreskin was wrinkled up around the
head. Steve couldn't help himself. He dove on the cock and started to swirl
his tongue around the hooded tip. Shane tasted tangier than he did the
night before. Another days worth of sweat had fermented in his
foreskin. Steve licked at the fresh cock sweat and the beginnings of
Shane's cock cheese.

Suddenly he felt two hands on his head. He stopped immediately and looked
up at Shane's face.

Shane smiled at him, "I thought I might have dreamt that blow-job you gave
me last night. You really are a cock hound, huh?"

Steve didn't say anything.

"You like dick, Stevie?" Shane asked as he rubbed his fingers through
Steve's hair. No one had called him Stevie since he was a kid. "You must be
a total slut to chew on your sleeping cousin's cock like you did last
night. Are you a slut for cock cuz?"

Steve just nodded.

"Suck it then, slut." Shane groaned and laid back down.

The beer and whiskey he'd been drinking all night had made Shane more
aggressive and he forcefully pushed Steve's face into his crotch. Steve's
nose smashed into Shane's hard shaft as his mouth made contact with Shane's
balls. He did his best to lick and suck on Shane's balls, while Shane
manipulated his skull pushing and smashing him into his junk. His face was
getting covered with the funk of two days in the wilderness, with sweat and
whatever else lived in this hunk's crotch. The feeling was intensely
erotic, but he couldn't get any traction on Shane's dick.

Steve was literally being face humped, and he pulled away, "Let me do it,
Shane. Let me get you off."

Shane released the force on his head, but kept his hands there. Maybe he
was worried that Steve was going to give up. Instead, Steve took Shane's
cock head into his mouth and expertly worked his dick head. He swallowed up
the precum and cock slime that had accumulated in the foreskin and started
to work for his cummy treat.

Shane had never experienced a blow job like this one. The bitch he was
dating treated his dick with contempt, like she was too good to take it
into her mouth. Steve, on the other hand, was all over his dick. Shane
could tell Steve loved what he was doing. There was a passion and expertise
to the way he rolled his tongue over Shane's cock head, down his shaft,
then back up over his piss slit. Steve's hands were working his long shaft,
bringing him closer and closer to orgasm.

Shane removed his hands from Steve's head and brought them to his ass. His
big hands pulled Steve's cheeks apart.

Steve got no warning before Shane forced a finger into his ass. The rough
digit stung as Shane worked it inside of him. Steve initially pulled off in
pain, but slowly got used to the finger that Shane was bending and flexing
inside of him.

"When you're done sucking my dick, I'm going to fuck your hole,
cousin. Little Stevie's ass is gonna open up for me." he said.

Steve was not sure if he could handle getting fucked by Shane in his
present state. He was being awfully rough, and while Steve like pleasure
mixed with pain, he appreciated a healthy surplus on the pleasure side.

He stopped thinking about it and went to work on Shane's dick. Shane was
leaking a good amount of precum now, and Steve could tell by the quick
breaths Shane was taking that he was close. Suddenly Shane's big paw was on
his head again.

"Do my balls while I cum." he commanded while slamming Steve's face into
his sack. "Suck on them hard."

Steve took both nuts into his mouth and sucked, pulling the skin on Shane's
scrotum tight and away from his body. With his hands he continued to jerk
Shane's cock. He could feel Shane's balls trying to draw up into his body
as his cock began to pulse.

Steve's quickly got the head of Shane's dick in his mouth and his mouth was
filled with his cousin's cum. He ran his tongue around the head of his
Shane's dick as more and more cum collected at the top of his
throat. Wanting to savor it, he swished it around in his mouth. He pushed
the thick, stringy fluid through his teeth and under his lips. As he
enjoyed the salty taste of his cousin, Shane continued to play with his
asshole. Finally convinced that there would be no more cum, Steve pulled
off.

"Jerk yourself off if you want, but I need to recuperate if I'm going to
fuck you."

Steve didn't want to jerk off. He knew that he would enjoy the fucking more
if he was horned up. "I'm going to go piss." he said.

He stepped out into the moonlit night completely naked and made for a
nearby tree. As he waited for his cock to soften enough to urinate, he
realized how stupid he was to be naked with a hard on during a well-lit
night at a family reunion. The fear of getting caught helped his piss to
flow. When he was finished he went back to the tent.

Shane was passed out on his stomach. His hot, hairy ass glowing in the
moonlight. Steve new better than to wake him up. "Drunk bastard," he
muttered. He looked at his cousin's muscular rump and decided that if he
was going to jerk himself off he might as well have some fun doing it.

He leaned over Shane and pulled his ass cheeks apart. Shane's ass was firm
and strong in his hands. He looked down at Shane's hole. It was tight,
pink, and virginal. He bent over to take a whiff of his ass. Shane smelled
a little funky but clean. Steve stuck out his tongue and started to lick at
his cousin's asshole.

While he tongued Shane's rosebud he reached down and began to work his own
dick. He began to eat out Shane's ass more aggressively. He fucked the
tight hole with his tongue and then decided that he needed more. He was
convinced that fucking his cousin would wake him up and probably get Steve
a serious pounding (and not in the good way), but a finger or two couldn't
hurt.

He gobbed on his finger to lube it up and circled it around Shane's
hole. He pressed gently on the button, watching Shane's body for any sign
of distress. Slowly he worked it in.

Shane's ass was hot and moist. The feeling of being inside his cousin in
this way, secretly without his knowing it, made his dick pulse in his free
hand. He started to finger Shane, working his digit in and out of his
cousin's man cunt, as he jerked himself off. Within seconds, an electric
surge of pleasure washed over him and he began to cum.

As he orgasmed, he decided to go for broke and shoved his index finger all
the way into Shane. His cum shot out of his dick and landed on Shane's
leg. Four thick blasts of cum painted Shane's thigh and the back of his
knee before his orgasm subsided.

Finally relaxed, Steve set to work to clean up what he had done. He bent
over his cousin's leg and licked the cum off. He paused, spending a little
bit of extra time licking out the pit behind his knee, before moving up to
Shane's hairy thigh. He lapped it all up like a dog and then rolled over
onto his sleeping bag. Completely exhausted, with his own and his cousin's
cummy flavor lingering in his mouth, he fell asleep.

	* * * * * *

The next day was devoted mainly to packing up the camping materials and
cleaning up the camp site. Steve took down his tent and packed up his bags
before informing his family that he was going down to the lake to swim for
a while.

It was late summer and the water was warm. Steve swam out deep and floated
on the surface of the lake. His mind, preoccupied with Shane for the last
two days, was back to thinking about his coming exploits in college.

As he walked the long path through the woods back to camp, Shane suddenly
stepped out from a side path. He stood in Steve's way. Steve's first
thought was that Shane somehow knew that he had fingered him the night
before, but how?

"Hey Stevie," Shane said. He had a half-cocked grin on his face. "I told
you yesterday that I haven't gotten a crack at Rachel's pussy for a week
and a half, and that's just too long for a guy like me to go."

"That's too bad, Shane." Steve replied, taking a step back.

"It's too bad for you Stevie, cause I'm gonna take a piece of your boy
pussy. I'm going to bend you over and tear up your ass." Shane was moving
closer to him now. He rubbed his growing cock through his shorts as he
stepped forward.

Steve was a little worried about Shane's aggressiveness in the
sack. "Shane, I'm not sure . . ."

"I'm sure, Stevie. I'm sure I want it, and I'm sure you're gonna give it to
me." Shane lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Steve. Before he even
knew what was happening, Shane had lifted him off the ground. He threw
Steve over his shoulder and carried him off into the woods, like a caveman
taking his bitch back to his cave.

After a few minutes of walking, Shane put Steve down. They were deep in the
woods. The ground was damp underneath Steve's bare feet and he was
surrounded by underbrush. The mid-afternoon sun streamed down through the
trees. Steve was both blown away by the sexy romanticness of the scene and
terrified about getting fucked by his horned up cousin.

Shane pushed Steve up against a tree. The bark scraped at the skin on his
chest. With no warning, he jerked Steve's shorts off. The rough fabric
scratched his skin as it went down.

"What the fuck man?" Steve said loudly.

Shane's hand came up over Steve's mouth. He pressed down on his face hard
and used the bulk of his body to smash Steve into the tree. Steve could
feel Shane breathing hard against his neck.

"Listen, you keep making noise like this and we're going to be found
out. You don't want that do you? You want the whole family to know you're a
cock-slut?" Shane asked.

Steve shook his head.

"Good. So shut the fuck up. Understand?"

Steve nodded.

"Now, I'm going to give you what you've wanted all weekend, my dick in your
ass. I don't care if you think you want to get fucked by me or not. You
didn't ask before you sucked my dick in the middle of the night, so I'm not
going to ask if I can tear up your pussy." Steve could feel Shane's hard
rod pressed against his ass. It was the biggest, thickest cock he had ever
seen. He was terrified.

"I want you to get my cock wet so that it will slide into you. I'm going to
let you go and you are going to get on your knees and slime up my cock. If
you try to run, I will catch you and fuck you raw. Do you understand?"
Shane asked.

Steve didn't respond. He didn't know what he wanted or what he should
do. His cock was hard, he knew that. Getting taken like this had always
been one of his fantasies. But here and now, in the moment, he was pretty
freaked out.

Shane pushed against him hard. "Understand?"

Steve nodded. When Shane released the pressure on him, Steve turned around,
stepped out of his shorts, and slid down onto his knees. He reached up and
unzipped Shane's cargo shorts.

"That's a good boy." Shane said, "It'll be better for you if you realize
that you're a slave to my cock, Stevie."

Shane's shorts fell to the ground and Steve was confronted by his monster
cock. It was half-hard, thick and veiny, but still a little soft. It hung
down in front of Shane's perfectly toned body. Shane's piercing hung from
the tip like an ornament, and his foreskin covered the head.

Shane's muscular arm came into Steve's field of vision and aimed the cock
at Steve's face. Shane lifted his foreskin as his cock hardened.

"Get in there and clean me up, Stevie." he ordered.

Steve knew he wanted it. He leaned forward and grabbed Shane's now hard
cock. He ran his tongue over Shane's slit and then slid his tongue under
his hood. Shane's cock had gotten pretty funky over the last two days. The
musky smell of Shane's crotch filled Steve's nostrils as he got his first
taste of the tangy residue that clung to Shane's knob. He sucked on the
head and tried to get the dick as wet and slick as possible.

"Jesus, cuz. I've never met anyone, woman or fag, who loves dick as much as
you. You're even getting off on my nasty smell." Shane said.

Steve answered in the affirmative by doubling his efforts on Shane's
dick. Shane pulled his head off his cock and said, "If you like my cheesy
dick, you're going love my balls." He shoved Steve's head under his sack,
so that his mouth was sucking the bottom of his scrotum while his sweaty
balls sat on Steve's face.

"Lick it up. Lick up all my sweat." Shane told him.

Steve ran his tongue around Shane's balls and over the skin of his nut
sack. Shane tasted salty and there was a slight smell of body odor - not
like what you smell in armpits, but the hot, musky smell of man cock.

"Ok, spit on it a couple of times. I'm ready to get inside of you." Shane
said.

Steve pulled up as much spit and phlegm as he could and spit on Shane's
cock. He knew it was not going to be enough to make the ride smooth, and
his nervousness returned. He stood up and turned around.

"Bend over a little." Shane told him while manhandling Steve into his
preferred position. Steve gripped the tree and braced himself for an
assault. Shane's body was up against his again and his cock was dripping
precum on Steve's ass cheek. Shane spit a few times on Steve's backside and
Steve felt the spit running down his ass crack. Shane's hand came down and
pushed the spit toward his hole.

Suddenly, with no warning at all, one of Shane's thick fingers invaded his
asshole. Steve gasped loudly.  Shane's free hand was quickly on the back of
his neck.

"Be quiet." Shane hissed.

Steve whimpered as quietly as he could as Shane's thick digit continued to
push the saliva into his hole. After a few more gobs of spit and a few more
harsh invasions of Steve's ass, Shane decided he was ready to fuck his
cousin.

"Oh yeah, Stevie," he said, "Your boy pussy is dripping wet. You ready for
my cock, baby?"

Steve wanted it and he knew it. No matter how much it would hurt, he wanted
his cousin's dick in his ass bad. He nodded to let Shane know he was ready.

"Ok. I'm gonna push into your cunt quick, Stevie. It's just like ripping
off a band-aid." he said.

Steve knew this was not a good strategy. He knew that when you're getting
fucked up the ass, slow and steady is the way to go. He was going to
protest, when suddenly Shane shoved his cock up into him. He felt like he
was being ripped in half.

"Aahhh," Steve groaned.

Shane's hand rubbed his belly and his mouth came to his ear. "Shh,
baby. You've got a couple of inches in you. You like my big dick in your
cunt, don't you Stevie?"

Steve nodded.

"Here comes the rest. I'm gonna fill you up full, baby. Then I'm gonna
shoot you full of my sperm." Shane said as he pushed the last six inches of
his dick into Steve.

Steve could feel his guts push out of the way as Shane's monster cock
pushed into him. His ass lips stung as the basically dry dick made its way
into his boy cunt.  He felt a dull ache as Shane's cock pushed further and
further into him.  Finally, just when he felt like he couldn't take another
inch, Steve felt Shane's wiry pubes against his ass.

Shane continued to rub Steve's stomach. "I'm all the way in you,
Stevie. You like my big cock in your guts?"

Steve was breathing hard and trying to accommodate the ten or so inches of
dick that were lodged up his ass.

"Do you like my cock in your guts?" Shane asked sternly as he ground his
groin into Steve.

"Yes." Steve said, "I love it."

"Good" Shane told him. Slowly Shane eased several inches of his dick out of
Steve, then he shoved it back in. He thrust in and out like this four or
five times. Steve was alternately overcome with pleasure then pain. Just
when he felt that he was going to beg Shane to take it out of him, another
wave of pleasure would come and wash the thought out of his mind.

After another thrust or two Shane stopped. "This isn't working," he
said. "Get down on your knees. I'm gonna fuck you doggy style."

WIth Shane's member still in his ass, Steve moved down onto all fours. His
hands planted in the moist, compost like forest floor. He felt like he was
being defiled in the garden of eden.

"Much better," Shane said. He then proceeded to fuck Steve hard. His
thrusts were not long but deep. Each time he pushed back in Shane pushed
until his pelvis was pressed against Steve's ass.

"I'm gonna breed your ass, cuz. I'm gonna shoot my cum deep inside of you."
Shane said while pounding Steve's hole.

Steve moaned, "Oh god, give it to me shane. Fill me up."

Shane's fucking was intense and aggressive but mercifully short. After only
three or four minutes he was ready to cum. As his orgasm neared, he began
to pull out even farther to maximize the sensations in his dick. Steve was
now getting drilled with eight or nine inches of cock with every thrust.

"Here it comes, Stevie. Here come my baby makers." Shane growled in Steve's
ear.

Steve had been fucked many times, and he was used to feeling a dick swell
in his ass, but he had never actually felt the cum before. This time,
because his ass was so full and because Shane shot such a huge load, Steve
could feel the cum gushing inside of him. He could actually feel the added
pressure of Shane's load.

Shane collapsed on top of his cousin and the added weight caused Steven to
collapse into the forest floor. Steve was breathing hard, as was
Shane. After they had caught their breath, Shane pulled out of Steve and
stood up.

"You've got a tight pussy, cuz. Probably the best pussy I've ever fucked."
Shane said as he used Steve's boxer briefs to clean off his dick.

"You're welcome." Steve sneered, his asshole still burning from the fuck.

"Don't be a bitch about this Stevie. Five minutes ago you were begging me
for it." Shane tossed the underwear onto Steve's face. "Now jack yourself
off and get back to the campsite before your folks come looking for you."
Shane said as he pulled on his clothes. Steve just lay on the moist dirt,
trying to recover from the fucking he just endured.

"Jack yourself off, now" Shane ordered.

Steve rolled over. His dick was still hard and drooling precum. He started
to pull on it as Shane watched.

"Good boy. Don't ever forget who's boss." Shane said as he turned around,
"See you at Thanksgiving."

Steve watched his adonis of a cousin walk away and then relived the weekend
in his mind. He shot a huge load over his chest. Realizing that he would
soon be missed back at the campsite, he cleaned up, got dressed and headed
back. In the end, he was glad his parents had forced him to come to the
family reunion.


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