Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2005 17:36:46 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Cousin Rob, Part 4, Hunting

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Cousin Rob Part Four

Hunting

by Jon Hold

jonhold@earthlink.net



Me and Rob never noticed when Uncle William stopped the pickup. Took him a
while to get our attention and get us off of his body, not that we weren't
trying to get right back on as he pushed us away and spanked us with his
big, work-hardened hands.

"If neither of you boys is going to get the gate for me, at least let me
get out and open it!"

"OH!", Rob said, his head popping up above the dashboard so he could see
where we were. He'd been down on his knees sucking his Daddy's balls. He
punched me in the side; "Come'on, Cuz'in!"

I scrambled out of the pickup right behind Rob. Buck naked for the world to
see in the deep darkness of almost-dawn, we dashed up the sandy road and
Rob showed me how to unlatch the gate and open it in the light of an old
flashlight with almost dead batteries. Uncle William drove through the wire
gate and Rob showed me how to close the gate. Laughing and running to catch
up to Uncle William as his pickup bounced up the rutted dirt road, we
jumped on the chrome runningboards and held onto the doors, laughing and
teasing each other trying to grab Uncle Williams body as we bounced along
the rutted road.

Two gates later Uncle William warned us to quiet down. He turned off the
headlights and we slowly coasted to a stop partway down the hill. Uncle
William let us put on our boots, but nothing else. Not even socks. He said
we were just boys and boys didn't rate clothing on a hunting trip until
they were blooded. I found out later that Cousin Rob was already blooded,
but I guess Uncle William thought I needed some company. We hushed and got
our guns and followed Uncle William down across the hillside. We stopped
while Uncle William put Rob up into a tree stand, and then he led me
another half mile and had me climb up into a freestanding iron pipe
stand. He climbed up after me and before I could ask any questions he
shushed me and pointed to where I should watch for deer.

I watched out into the darkness, not too sure what the hell I was supposed
to be doing. After about ten minutes I heard a little bit of rustling from
Uncle William, and then I felt a big hand, a really big hand, on my butt. I
got some major wood from having my butt felt up so good by the adult, rough
skinned hand. Uncle William was a grown man and knew how to fondle a guys
hind end, not like Rob and me who were still practicing and learning
how. Right from the first I knew that I was in a man's hands and that all I
had to do was go along if I wanted a really good time. I just spread my
legs and let Uncle William feel me up all he wanted.

Uncle William put his lips next to my ear and whispered, "Does my Rob fuck
this butt?"

Afraid to lie to my huge Uncle, I whispered back, "Yes, Si... r." I
grunted, softly, at the end there because Uncle William bit the lobe of my
ear as he jammed two fingers up into my hot little hole. It was really hard
trying to watch the forest the way Uncle William told me to, what with the
way he was nibbling at my ears and neck and finger-fucking my tender
butt. He really seemed to like the way I took his fingers, first the two
and then three and finally four of his big, strong fingers stretching my
butthole more than Rob ever had. Uncle William really knew how to work a
guys ass and make him sweat. I was having trouble making sure he knew just
how much I liked the way he was working my ass. I mean, trying to work my
ass on those fat fingers, not make any noise, AND watch for deer, AND not
get any splinters in my drooling dick was a bit more than was easy. I
wanted to just put my Dad's 30-30 down and just go with what Uncle William
was doing to me, but somehow, somewhere inside of me, I knew that having me
confused like that, making me split my attention between what I'd been told
to do and the pleasure he was giving me; well, somehow, that was making
everything more exciting for Uncle William, and somehow was a test for
me. If I gave up and let on that he was distracting me, he'd win and I'd
lose.

Actually, I think we were both winning. I'd never gotten so excited and
Uncle William certainly seemed to think that fucking with his nephew like
that was pretty much okay. I about lost it when I felt his furry body
crawling over on top of me, but I did manage to keep my head up and pretend
to be unaffected. When his fat cock started spreading my butt hole even
further, way beyond any previous invasion, I just seemed to space out. As I
laid there, belly down on the plywood of the platform, staring out into the
darkness, looking for what I thought a deer might look like in the dark, my
vision seemed to blur out and spread at the same time it was getting
sharper and more focused. My brain was having to run my vision all on its
own. All I could do was focus on what Uncle William was doing to me. The
hair on his chest and belly was rubbing against my back and fanny, making
my whole backside tingle and flush with pleasure. The most amazing thing
was the way that staring off into the darkness let me feel everything about
Uncle William and what he was doing in unbelievable detail.

I felt, for the first time really, the rounded nose of a cockhead pushing
my flesh aside so it could enter me. All the muscles in my back and hips
tightened like bow strings as I lifted my ass and held my legs open so that
Uncle William would know that I wanted him to service me and to give him
the access he wanted. He demanded! A low moan came from my belly all on its
own when the flare of Uncle William's corona really spread my hole wide. I
could distinctly feel the ridge of the widespread corona as it entered the
velvet softness of my channel and flowed so smoothly into me. The muscles
in my hole started grasping and pulling at Uncle William's fat shaft. I was
really wishing that I'd been able to see his erection going into me because
it must really have been something to see. I could feel all sorts of knobs
and undulations as fat veins and knotted clots of stagnant high pressure
blood made their passage through my tense, but tenderized man holder. The
feel of pubic hair and grinding hips against my hard buttocks had me on the
verge of screaming out loud until l managed to refocus on the dark shapes
of the gradually lightening forest.

Uncle William soundlessly laughed up there on my back, knowing that he'd
just about won our unnamed game. Still chuckling to himself in the pleasure
of very nearly distracting me from my first deer hunt, Uncle William put
his nose down into the curve of my neck and started showing me just how
good a man could fuck a boy's butt. And fuck me he did. I laid there, doing
my very best to watch the forest as the trees became more and more distinct
and the pre-glow of the sun started to push the bright stars into a
deepening purple abyss. Uncle William lay there on top of me, biting at my
neck. His body heat warmed me until I was sweating like a pig in a steam
bath. His arms around my chest, strong hands working my nipples, pulling
and pinching and twisting them into supersensitive nubbins of overheated
boymeat. While his hands and mouth were so involved, his hips had taken on
a life very much of their own. My hole had never been worked like
this. Ever! I was being fucked by a mature adult male, confident in his
breeding abilities and thoroughly versed in the needs and reactions of a
teenaged counterpart. My guts were turning to mush, my asshole ached and
tingled with delight, my neck and ears were being chewed and slobbered to
bits and my whole body was moving with the massive mancock as it worked in
and out of my body.

Sweat glistened on Uncle Williams body, catching the first rays of the
morning light and shattering them into early-morning rainbows of diffracted
pleasure. Masses of heavy muscle moved Uncle William on my back and rippled
against my skin. Just feeling the heat of his body against mine in the cool
morning air was truly awesome. Having the corrugated weight of his manhood
working into and out of me was very nearly more than I could take. I was in
a daze of sexual, emotional and sensual pleasure, my eyes looking into the
forest, and seeing nothing as I was so intensely fucked by my silently
grunting Uncle.

I don't know how long Uncle William fucked me that morning. For all I cared
he could have fucked me forever. I wanted him and I wanted him to never
stop. Long, loving movements of his hips rolling and twisting his male rod
as he taught my sensitive nerve endings how to feel every tiny bit of a
real man's tool. Small, intimate grindings into the plush cushions of my
buttocks. Quick, jerky thrusts, heating up my flesh and pounding the air
from my lungs. Long, stroking, deeply filling smiting fuck thrusts that
tried to evert my asshole at one extreme and pushed the breath out of my
lungs at the other end of the sensation-filled long stroking thrusts into
the depths of my being. I was his to use, and we both knew... hell, we both
craved our contact and his dominance. I was his to fuck. I was being
fucked. I knew it. He knew it. And we were both loving it! I wanted this to
go on forever, to never, ever end.

Uncle William's teeth sunk into the back of my neck, pulling my head up as
his lips sucked frantically at my neck. His breath was blasting against my
hot skin from his flaring nostrils. His hips were working hard. Small,
regular squeaks could be heard coming from the joints between the sheets of
plywood beneath us and fear entered my feelings for the first time as the
tall lacy deer stand started to move and sway underneath us. Sex filled the
air with the smell of rutting males. Uncle William started whining and
clutching at me. Tearing at my ass with hard-pounding hips and plunging
cock. Ripping at my belly and tits with clawed, quivering hands. I was
bringing the ultimate pleasure to my Uncle, and that gave me a feeling of
great power --- and satisfaction. A man, a real man, was fucking me... and
I was taking all he could dish out!

My vision sharpened and focused into, through a grey tunnel in the
brightening dawn. The vision of a magnificently masculine stag faded into
view at the far end of the tunnel, standing proudly in the fog from the
roiling walls of the tunnel, the first rays of morning light glinting from
his proud eyes and noble forehead. Only his magnificent rack, the thick
hair of his neck and massive shoulders really visible to me as my eyes
focused and defocused each time Uncle William pounded into me. The sights
of my fathers 30-30 raised and pointed deep into the stags shoulder. Uncle
Williams roar merged with the blast of the heavy rifle in my arms as Uncle
William ripped into my clutching, pulsing heat, spewing his essence
wantonly into my roiling guts. Uncle William fell to my back and the vision
in my eyes fell to the forest floor as he pulsed into me. His heat
spreading and filling me. I collapsed under my Uncle. Whining and overcome,
my youthful sap spreading and soaking into the old gray plywood as I passed
out.