Date: Tue, 29 Sep 1998 09:47:07 PDT
From: Richard Riggs <leykopygos@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cock Fever Reunion 2

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE OR OFFENDED BY SEXUAL ACTIVITIES BETWEEN
MEN DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER.  THIS SHORT STORY IS A SEXUAL FANTASY.  THE
CHARACTERS ARE PRODUCTS OF MY IMAGINATION AND ANY RESEMBLANCE TO AN ACTUAL
PERSON OR CIRCUMSTANCE IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL.

			COCK FEVER REUNION  Part II
			  leykopygos@hotmail.com

     The next morning we got up early went in and got cleaned up.  My ass
still ached a little and I hadn't even done anything.  I hadn't slept well
that night.  I was alternately imagining Wade and Randal's dicks and having
attacks of paranoia that William might tell someone I had wanted him to
fuck my ass.

     After breakfast William, Wade, Randal and I ditched the younger kids
and walked out to the pond and sat down on some tree stumps to throw rocks
at the turtles.  Granddaddy had been trying to get rid of the turtles for
years because they ate the fish in the pond.  I had felt awkward around
William all morning, both for asking him to fuck me and for letting him
down, not to mention all the things we talked about.  William acted as if
nothing had happened.  We had been out there about half an hour shooting
the bull when Wade looked over at me with a shit eating grin on his face.

     "Hank, were you having bad dreams last night.  I heard you say someone
was killing you and something about being way too big.  What was goin' on
kid?"

     My senses reeled.  They knew!  They had probably been telling jokes
about me.  What if they told my parents?  I couldn't admit it to them.  I
quickly made up a cover story.

"Yeah, I must have been having a nightmare."  I said as my voice shook.

     "Nightmare huh, You sounded pretty awake to me.  How about it Will,
was it a nightmare?"  Wade asked as he turned his leer on his brother.

     William looked at me apprehensively.  "Of course it was a bad dream.
What else could it have been?"

     "Well if you want any tokes off what I brought you better have a
better answer than that."

     William's expression changed into a sheepish grin.  "Hank ask me to
cornhole him."

That was the last thing I heard.  I jumped up and ran into the woods around
the pond.  I ran around the pond until I came to a small clearing.  I lay
down on the ground and started bawling like a baby.  Wade's smirk loomed in
my mind.  I could see them through the trees on the other side of the pond,
sitting in a circle with their heads together.  They had to be talking
about their queer cousin.  I would try to stay out of their way for the
rest of the weekend.  I lay there feeling sorry for myself and sobbing
until I fell asleep.

I woke up a little while later when I heard a twig snap close by.  When I
looked around there was Randal.  He was dressed in a pair of baggy khaki
shorts; a flannel shirt with the sleeves torn off unbuttoned half way to
his navel, and a pair of hiking boots.  I was ashamed, frightened, and
turned on all at the same time.  I didn't know what to do or say, I just
wanted to fall in a hole in the ground.  I hoped he would walk on off.  But
instead he squatted down in front of me.

     As if he could read my mind, he said, "Hank, its OK.  We aren't going
to tell anybody.  Wade was just playing with you.  He's sorry.  He didn't
know you would react like this.  We'll just keep this between the four of
us.  After all we're family, we've got to stick together.  We don't think
anything bad about you.  I remember when I was your age I would do anything
to shoot a wad."

     Squatting down in front of me his cock and balls were creating a huge
bulge down the left leg of his shorts.  All I could think about was how he
looked on the boat that day.  Randal adjusted his bulge attracting my
attention back up to his rugged face.  He was smiling at me.  It was not a
smirk, just friendly and sympathetic.

     "Its only natural for a teen-ager to play around.  Why I used to walk
around horny as a goat twenty-three hours a day.  I used to have to keep my
shirt out so people couldn't see I had a hard on.  My big ole snake led me
around like a dog on a leash.  Every time I touched it or thought about a
piece of ass my big meat would stand up like a baseball bat."

     Well with all this talk about his big ole snake my eyes automatically
dropped to his crotch.  Just as I looked down he shifted his position and I
could see right up the leg of his shorts to his giant piece of meat.  He
had called it a snake.  I thought it was a python.  There it was winking at
me through the hole in its hood.  I felt the fever taking hold of me again.

     His deep sexy voice droned on.  "Yeah I would do anything my big cock
said.  That's the way it always is with guys your age.  All you can think
about is thrusting it in and coming.  Its so new to you that you don't
know how to enjoy it yet, or how to make someone else enjoy it.  William
said you couldn't take his cock last night, and that's because he lacks the
control of experience.  You young bucks just don't understand how important
experience is and haven't had the chance to get any practice.  Now I can
talk about sex and fucking all day and my dick doesn't get hard until I
want it to."

     I was thoroughly engrossed at this point.  "You mean your dick only
gets hard when you want it to?"

     "See for yourself."  With that he stood up, dropped his shorts,
stepped out of them and crouched back down, sitting up on the balls of his
feet.  He had stepped forward slightly while shedding his pants and now my
head was just below and between his open knees.  I was now head to head
with his big dick.  He reached down and pulled on it once, and started
talking again in his hypnotizing bass.

     "When you get older you'll be able to control you dick too.  You'll be
able to get hard only if you want to.  I can sit here and talk to you about
how good it feels to have a tongue bathing my cock.  How nice it is to be
fully engulfed by a sucking mouth, or how my cock swell with come inside a
hot tight piece of ass; but my cock still doesn't get hard.  You can learn
to control how fast you come and time your strokes to give more pleasure to
your partner.  Control also helps you keep from hurting your lover.  You
young guys just jam right on in trying to pop your nut.  An experienced man
knows how to relax the other person.  That is the control of a mature man.
The only thing I still have no control over is when someone else starts
holding and licking my big hot snake."

     The whole time he talked my eyes were totally absorbed by the sight of
his big limp cock hanging in front of my face.  It was an inch or two
longer than my own hand.  The luscious foreskin covered everything but the
tip, which peered out at me.  Under the foreskin you could clearly see the
outline of the big head.  The shaft was thickened in the middle and then
got slightly smaller like a fleshy banana ready to be peeled back and
eaten.  Darker colored veins made tracery work on the surface of the beast.
His balls hung there like plums in a soft leather purse.  His talk of his
big cock connecting with hot mouths and pieces of ass had me at a fever
pitch.  I was so focused on his dick I was unaware he had shifted forward
to rest on his knees.  His dick now hung there less than an inch from my
mouth.  Then he reached down and pulled on it.  I wanted that dick.

     "Take a taste and I'll show you what happens when I lose control.
William tells me you really know how to treat a cock right."

     I raised up and touched my tongue to the tip.  I ran it around and
then pushed under the foreskin.  I took hold of the monster and circled the
head with my tongue under the skin.  As the skin pulled back I took the
entire soft cock in my mouth and nestled my nose into his manly smelling
pubic hair.  I felt it jerk and stretch out a bit.  It was already taking
up more room in my mouth than William's had.  I didn't see how anyone could
take the whole thing hard.  Randal leaned even further forward and pushed
his hardening dick further into my throat.  I felt his hands run through my
hair as he firmly caressed the back of my head.  As his dick hardened it
had developed a downward bend on the tip, which helped to guide it to the
back of my throat.  I pressed down to take in more then I pulled back to
the head to catch my breath.  He reached down, pulled his stiffening dick
out of my mouth and slapped it back and forth across my downy cheeks.  He
skinned his foreskin completely off the head of his dick and rubbed the tip
over my lips, teeth and gums.  Then he pushed the skin back down until it
met my lips like another set of lips in a kiss.

     His dick was now fully hard, at least ten inches long and nearly big
around as a soft drink can.  As he released the foreskin it settled back
until the entire head was exposed except for the splayed ridge.  The middle
section of the shaft was even bigger around than the massive head and then
tapered down slightly at the base.  I had never imagined any dick could be
that big.  As I worshipped before it, the whopper bobbed up before me and
hit my nose.  As it returned to mouth level I felt his hand pressing
forward on the back of my head.  I opened my jaws wide and his huge
battering ram filled my mouth with warm hard cock flesh.  His hand
continued to press gently but firmly as his bulbous head made contact with
the muscles as the back of my throat.  I strove desperately to keep from
choking on his big snake.  As I fought to relax his cock slipped on back
into my throat.

     "William was right, you are some hot cocksucker.  You just relax, Hank,
and I'll show you how good an experienced throat fucker can make you feel.
You just open wide and let me take control."

     Unable to answer, I thought it was an excellent suggestion.  He made
two gentle thrusts in the back of my gullet and then pulled back until I
was kissing the head.  I got a quick breath as he started sliding his
massive man meat back down deep into my throat.  As he hit bottom he made
three more short deep thrusts.

  I could feel how smoothly his big wang moved inside its loose flexible
skin.  It didn't even scrape on the sides of my throat but stayed in place
while his rigidity moved back and forth in its loose sheath.  He pulled
back out to the head and started fucking my throat in an easy rhythm
pulling back every few thrust to let me breath.  Even though I felt like
his cock was Adams apple deep I still had two or three inches to go.
The sexy odor of man sweat was rising out of the hairy bush at the base
making me high with cock fever.  I wanted to bury my nose in that thick
forest but there was no way I could take more of his thick ramrod.  His
mouthfuck was driving me crazy.  My cock still encased in underwear and
tight shorts was achingly hard.  I was thrusting my hips against the ground
gyrating to the rhythm of his mighty face fuck.

     "You know, Hank, you have one pretty little bubble butt.  Let me lean
over and play with it a little.  I won't do anything you won't like.  OK?"

     All I could do was nod my approval.  As long as he didn't want to fuck
my ass it was fine.

     He leaned over and started massaging my cheeks.  Then he reached in
the loose leg of my shorts, ran a hand up under my jockeys, and cupped one
mound of my but in his big, burly paw.  He took his thumb and rubbed it
down the crease over my tightly puckered hole.  I drove my hips into the
ground and my face into his crotch.  He gently pushed his thumb into the
sweaty opening and started piston fucking my face.

     "Here comes my hot load boy.  You better get ready for it."

     True to his word I was drowning in salty bitter come.  I could hardly
swallow fast enough to keep up with the flow.  He must have pumped my
throat for another minute or so before he plopped that big dick out of my
mouth and cock whipped my face with it.

     "Boy, I could teach you some things."  Randal said as his big
softening snake slapped my cheeks.  "You give one hot blowjob.  With a
little coaching I could help you relax that ass so you would be begging to
get fucked by my big snake."  The very idea terrified me but before he made
a move to put his words into action the opportunity was squashed by the
shrill voice of Aunt Bonnie Sue calling us in for lunch.  Randal quickly
pulled his clothes back on and helped me up.  He threw his arm across my
shoulder and we headed back around the pond.