Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2002 07:35:32 -0700
From: Clone Buggs <cqsqfq@hotmail.com>
Subject: *And* Hot Pies and Size Queens part 5

Family Reunion


	My Mother harassed me to distraction to attend the big family reunion last
month in Omaha.  It has become an annual event for the Anderson clan to
gather in Omaha for one huge picnic that lasts for two days over a weekend.
The only prerequisite for attendance is that you can show some proof that
you have a few drops of Anderson blood in your veins, which I suppose is
supposed to make you special.  The Grand Dad, so many greats back, was on
the Mayflower, or was it the Titanic.  I don't remember which, or care much
either.  Family hasn't meant much to me as a gay man.
	Leaving San Diego, for Omaha, was no picnic.  I knew the weather in
Nebraska was going to be muggy and stifling.  I packed as few clothes as
possible, determined to remain in my cutoffs and tee shirts for the entire
weekend.
	When the door on the plane was cracked open, the rush of steamy air
actually caused a gust of fog for a second or two until the heat of  Omaha
won out.  My folks live in a small one bedroom condo, now that I've flown
the coop, and didn't have room for me to stay with them.  My mother had
reserved a motel room for me a few blocks from the park where the reunion
was to be held.  The place was booked solid, and there were still people
trying to get rooms when I got there in my cab.  My parents couldn't pick me
up, because they are so intrinsically involved in the reunion activities,
they had to be on site to insure everything was on track.
	"No more room," the woman behind the counter muttered when I finally got to
the check in desk.  "Didn't you hear me telling everybody else in line?"
	"I'm supposed to have a reservation.  Anderson's the name."  She glared at
me, but picked up a stack of reservation cards.
	"These are all Andersons, you have a first and middle?"  I told her, and
cooled my heels while she shuffled the cards.  "Ah, here you are, but it
shows you have already checked in."
	"Can't be, I just got off the plane.  Unless my folks paid in advance to
hold the room."
	"Could be, I just came on duty a few minutes ago."
	"Well, may I have my room key then?"  She asked for some ID, and then
lifted a key off a hook behind her, and handed it to me.
	"Your folks must have the other key, there's usually two on the hook."  I
took the key, with an inward shudder at the loss of my privacy.  That would
be just like my mother, to want a key to pop in on me at inopportune
moments.
	I picked up my bag, and headed for the stairs to the second floor of the
motel.  When I got to the room, I was glad to see my mother had had the
foresight to turn on the window mounted air conditioning.  I was already
melting from the muggy heat.
	I knew something was wrong the minute I stepped into the room.  There was
one king sized bed, and it was strewn with a black leather carry on bag, and
its contents.  The shower was going full blast, and the radio/TV was tuned
to the local classical radio station.  I examined the clothes on the bed,
and found them not unlike what I carried in my own black leather carry on.
	I sat down on the foot of the bed, with my bag between my feet, and waited
for who ever was in the shower to come out.  When the water stopped, I
glanced up and into the mirror in the bathroom, and saw a very masculine,
tanned, and muscle toned arm reaching out for a towel.  He groped for a few
seconds, couldn't find the towel, and then stepped out of the stall rubbing
his eyes.  He was magnificent, a perfect specimen of manhood superbly toned
in every detail.  His body hair, still matted with water, was dark on his
massive triangular torso, and the whole upper body tapered to a finely
chiseled waist and hips, that boxed a beautiful set of balls and a handsome
piece of flesh dangling a strong seven inches in its flaccid state.  I let
out a low whistle.  He grabbed the towel, and covered himself immediately.
	"Who the hell are you," he demanded.  His voice was a deep baritone, which
sent a thrill through my body.
	"I'm your free blowjob.  Comes with the room."  I smiled, trying to show I
was friendly.  "You're _ _ Anderson, right?"  He nodded, slightly stumped,
as he examined me.
	"Well, that's me too."  I stood up, and offered my hand.
	"What do you mean?"  He shook mine tentatively, gripping my hand in a vice.
	"I think the desk clerk has gotten us confused.  Maybe it was meant to be.
We both have the same name, probably distant cousins."
	"You're here for the reunion?"  He must have decided I wasn't a threat,
because he started drying his head with the towel he'd been hiding behind.
I got another long look at his lovely set of toys.
	"Yeah.  My folks help organize the thing every year.  They reserved this
room for me the way I understand it.  What I don't understand is why the
clerk put you in it as well?"  He lowered the towel, and grinned at me.
	"That explains something.  When I got here for a room, I told the clerk my
name, and she found it on a reservation card.  I hadn't made a reservation,
figuring it would be easy to get a room when I got here.  I saw he was
turning everybody away in front of me, so when he came up with the room, I
decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.  I figured who ever showed up
would be told to get lost."
	"Yeah, well, there's maybe one or two too many people with the last name of
Anderson in town this weekend.  I don't think she could keep Tweedle Dee and
Tweedle Dum straight."  He laughed, and finished drying himself.  He threw
the towel into the corner of the bathroom, and walked into the bedroom
without a bit of modesty showing.
	"So, were you serious?"  He turned to face me, and presented me his dick
and balls a foot from my face.  I leaned back on the bed, and looked up at
him.
	"Of course."  I reached out and caressed his ball sack, and he spread his
legs apart a little for me.  I tugged him closer, and licked the top length
of his already responding shaft.  I used my free left hand to lift his
hardening meat sausage out of the way, and brought my mouth to his ball
sack.  He placed his hands on my shoulders, and went up on tip toe, when I
sucked one of his hen's eggs into my mouth and gave it a tongue bath.  I
switched to the other one, and then managed to pull them both in at the same
time.  He bounced on his toes, and brought his hands to the top of my head,
gripping my hair tightly.
	I laved his nuts for a few minutes, savoring the feel of them rolling over
my tongue in their silken bag of skin.  He was rigid with pleasure when I
let them pop one at a time out of my mouth.  My tongue spread the joy up the
underside of his nine inch beercan of a cock, and licked the underside of
his flaring rosy glans.  He shivered, and bounced on his toes again.
	"Suck it man.  I haven't gotten off in a week." He took hold of himself,
and pried the stiff tool down at an angle, so I could swallow him.  As he
slipped the head past my lips, he grunted, and shoved the monster all the
way into my throat.  I struggled to adjust, and found myself gagging on the
flesh probe tickling my tonsils.  He pulled back and let me suck air for a
second before returning to the depths of my throat.  He began a fierce, deep
thrusting, throat fuck and all I had to do was keep up the vacuum pressure
on his slick tool.  A pleasure I enjoyed immensely.
	He had me hot and horny in no time, and I recalled I hadn't had much action
in the past week either.  I forced him to let go of the vicegrip he had on
my head, and stood up, both of us were breathing hard.  I started to strip,
my own boner catching his attention when it bounced into the light.
	"Nice dick," he licked his lips, and I knew this was going to be more than
a one sided blowjob.  I opened my Carry on bag, and fished around for lube
and the box of rubbers I'd thought to pack.  You never know what emergency
you might encounter when you're traveling.  He was grinning at me broadly
when I turned my attention back to him.
	I looked up at his eyes, and caught a gleam in them that said yes.  I
stripped a condom out of its foil, and skinned it down his pole.  I marveled
at the circumference of his fuck tool, and squeezed it tight in my fist,
trying to get my fingers to reach completely around the rigid mass of
tumescent flesh.  They barely touched.
	I greased my hole generously with my lube, and slicked his rod with the
remainder.  He pushed me back onto the bed, and raised my legs to his
shoulders.  His cock was at too high an angle to enter me, so he forced it
down with his right hand, and brought the head to my entrance.  He probed me
a few times, letting my sphincter relax a little.  About the fourth probe,
the head of his dick popped through, and I could feel the flair of his Greek
helmet caught behind my ass ring.
	"Oh man," he moaned.  "You've got one tight asshole."  He pushed in slowly,
and I felt myself filling up with cock.  What glorious sensations he was
giving me.
	About half way in, he reversed his direction and pulled out to the flaring
head again.   With a sudden thrust, he shoved himself all the way to the
bottom.  It was my turn to moan with pleasure.
	"Oh fuck it baby.  Pound my asshole!"  He did as he was told, and was soon
stroking my ass walls and prostate like a machine.  God what I wouldn't give
to have this guy around all the time.  He was throwing me the best fuck I'd
had in years.
	He pounded me for several minutes hard, before his breathing started to get
ragged.  I tried to get him to slow down to prolong the fuck, but he'd
already gone too far.  When he reached down and gripped my own rigid flesh
in his fist, it only took a few strokes on my dick and into my ass to pull
my own geyser of sperm into the air.  I gushed and gushed again, and again.
My assring clamped down hard on his fuckshaft, and he bounced up onto his
toes, and plowed me like gangbusters, grunting and groaning his load into
the rubber his dick was encased in.
	When it was over, we lay side by side on the bed, and played with each
other's nipples for a while.  He grew stiff again, and wanted to repeat the
scene.  I felt like I'd stumbled into a place clearly resembling heaven, and
soon had him suited up, with me on all fours ready for a back door ride.
	We stopped for an hour to eat a delivered pizza, and then went back to what
interested us most.  It wasn't until late that night, we got around to an
exhausted talk about each other.  It turns out we are distant cousins, and
the good news is, he lives in Oceanside.  Funny we've never met before, I
love going to Oceanside.

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