Date: Sat, 30 Apr 2005 02:39:33 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Cousin Rob 5/5

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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.

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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


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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...