Date: Thu, 4 Oct 2007 22:15:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Always Real <gottabedauno@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kevin Williams: Sex Superstar Part 9

Disclaimer: The following is just a fantasy. All the characters in the story
are fictional. Please do not go further if you are under 21 and/or you are
not looking for stories that explicitly describe men-to-men sex.

This story contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse, incest,
and Dominant/submissive themes between adult males. If this
offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
you are not of legal age, do not read it.  Any resemblance of
characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.



The morning after 39 year-old trucker driver Wesley Smith drugged his 14
year-old cousin Kevin and then brutally raped the boy while he was knocked
out cold, the teenager woke up in a groggy daze and the lower half of his
body was extremely sore.  In fact, his aching body hurt so much that his
grandmother told him to stay home from school for the day.  She asked
Wesley to look after Kevin while she and her husband went to work for the
day, and the ever-so-helpful Wesley told her he would take good care of the
boy.

Kevin lay in his bed for awhile, his mind racing trying to figure out why
his body was so wracked with pain, before finally getting up and staggering
to the bathroom to take a long hot bath.  As the water was running into the
tub, Kevin sat down on the toilet, feeling an intense urge to shit.  As
soon as his ass muscles loosened his body, with a loud farting-sound,
released a bellow of trapped air, and then a slimy, sticky continuous
mixture pilled out of his hole into the toilet, some of the substance
gushing out and running down his legs.  What he didn't realize was that the
liquid coming out of his ass was a mixture of Wesley's semen and his own
blood.

Afterwards, he gingerly got into the tub of steaming water and closed his
eyes as he carefully tried to relax and let the water soothe his aching
body.  His legs were weak and his ass was painfully sore, but the hot water
helped.  As he sat in the bath with his eyes closed, flashes began to
appear to Kevin as if he were dreaming.  A scene appeared of him laying
flat on his stomach on his bed, and something was stuffed into his mouth.
Someone was lying on top of him, a man with a deep voice who was plunging
his huge unforgiving dick into Kevin with no mercy and calling him all
kinds of dirty names as he used the kid.  The rapist's voice belonged to
Wesley.  Kevin moaned and felt his libido rising despite the aches and
pains in his body.  He was once again fantasizing about his cousin, only
this time the fantasy was more graphic and rough than ever before...

"You doing alright cuz?" asked the voice from above.

Kevin's eyes jerked open to see Wesley standing above him beside the tub
with a leering and lusty smirk on his face.  Wesley was dressed in his
usual tight blue jeans, t-shirt, and cowboy boots.  Kevin immediately
yanked his drying towel off the side of the tub and tried to cover his
nakedness.

"Hey, relax lil' cuz!" Wesley laughed as he turned to the sink and started
to brush his teeth.

"You scared me," Kevin said nervously.

"Didn't mean to," Wesley replied.  "You know you were knocked the fuck out
hard last night," the trucker mentioned casually, watching Kevin in the
mirror above the sink.

Kevin nodded nervously, feeling quite anxious in the presence of Wesley.
"I must have gotten sick or something.  I feel awful today...could barely
get out of bed this morning."

"Yeah, Aunt Vivian told me to play doctor to you today," Wesley replied.
"I guess you must have come down with a bug or something huh?"

"I guess so," Kevin shrugged.

A wicked laugh came from Wesley.  "Cuz, you were out so bad someone could
have snuck into your room last night and done whatever they wanted to do.
You know," Wesley said as he turned around and stared straight at Kevin,
his words dripping with sex, "someone could have just taken you for all you
got, straight up stole all your goodies!"

Wesley's words made Kevin freeze completely, his eyes opened wide and
unblinking.

Wesley winked at Kevin, grabbed his bulging crotch with one hand, and then
swaggered out of the bathroom.

Kevin sat in the bath tub totally numb and shell-shocked as he was hit like
a ton of bricks by what was rapidly becoming a much more clear picture in
his head.  He hadn't just been dreaming about getting raped in his sleep by
Wesley...his cousin must have fucked him the night before!

In a trance-like state, Kevin got out of the tub, wrapped a fresh towel
around his waist, and stumbled into his bedroom.  As soon as he walked into
the room he stopped dead in his tracks as his eyes caught sight of the
black rubber beside his bed on the floor.  The towel fell from his waist to
the floor, but he didn't notice.  Dropping to his knees, Kevin crawled over
to the evidence, picked it up, and stared at it.  The big stretched condom
was freshly used, the outside covered in the same sticky mixture that had
dropped into the toilet out of Kevin's used ass.  In addition there was a
substantial amount of semen inside the condom.  Now memories of the events
of the previous night came flooding back to Kevin and the details were less
hazy.

Stunned beyond belief, Kevin crawled onto his bed and laid on his stomach,
the condom still in his hand.  He held the rubber in front of his face as
the flashbacks of what had happened played over and over in his head.  As
he lay on his bed naked the memories just kept popping before his closed
eyes one after another.

At first Kevin felt tremendous anger and humiliation about what had
happened.  Tears burst from his eyes and burned his cheeks as he cried
silently as his mind flashbacked to the utter agony Wesley's vicious
fucking had caused him.  However, when fresh images of Kevin remembering
how his body reacted during the rape when Wesley had grabbed the teen's
limp dick and jacked into to an erection as he drilled into the kid's
asshole, Kevin's prick began to stir.

Unknown to the lusty teen, good old cousin Wesley was standing right inside
the bathroom watching him through the cracked door.

Kevin tried hard not to let the new wave of images get to him and make him
get hot, but he lost that battle as soon as it began.  In spite of himself,
Kevin felt his sore and abused asshole began to pulsate while blood started
rushing into his dick.  Suddenly he was struck with the very clear and
vivid memory of Wesley's rough big strong hand jerking his dick until Kevin
ejaculated as the older man continued pumping his massive thick dick into
Kevin's wounded asshole.

"Oh Wesley..." Kevin moaned aloud involuntarily as his sore legs spread out
on the bed and he began to gyrate his pelvis around on the bed, slowly
grinding his rapidly-hardening dick into the mattress.

As if on cue, Wesley opened the door to the bathroom all the way and
strolled silently into Kevin's bedroom.  As he slowly approached the boy's
bed, Wesley peeled off his t-shirt and shed his jeans, leaving his Calvin
Klein button fly boxer briefs on, tossing the clothes on the floor.  His
dark, sexy brown eyes stayed focused on the naked kid lustily squirming
around on the bed like a slut in heat.  The trucker's mammoth dick had been
hard every since he first started watching Kevin from the bathroom, but now
the black pole was so swollen that the muscle was beginning to ache.
Wesley unbuttoned the fly and pulled his manhood out just as he stopped on
side of the bed.

Since Kevin was laying on his stomach with his eyes closed and fully
engrossed in remembering his being jacked to a climax in his sleep the
night before, the teen at first didn't even realize he was not alone.  When
he felt a long finger being abruptly shoved up into his wounded asshole, he
at first thought he was having yet another intense flashback of the
previous night.

However, soon a second long finger was inserted into his ass, and Kevin
winced in pain.

"Damn boy you got a tight ass pussy!"

Kevin's eyes bursting open with the realization that he wasn't dreaming.
His head turned around and he saw Wesley standing next to the bed above him
with two of his fingers buried inside Kevin's abused asshole, and his big
black fully erect soda can monster dick obscenely sprouting forth from the
fly of his Calvin Klein's.

"You fucked me last night didn't you?" Kevin managed to blurt out before a
sneering Wesley jammed a third finger into his ass, causing Kevin to cry
out in agony.  Wesley fingered the used hole for just a few seconds with
all three fingers, and then he pulled them out and placed them in front of
Kevin's tear-strewn face.

"Open your mouth!" Wesley demanded, and when Kevin hesitated for a brief
moment, the trucker forcefully shoved the fingers into the boy's mouth.
"Suck my fingers and see how yo' sweet tight ass pussy taste faggot!"

Kevin sucked Wesley's long fingers as he was told.

"Yeah, I fucked you real good last night," Wesley said as he began to
stroke his swollen dick.  "I'm surprised you remember with the way that
little mickey I slipped into your Cherry Coke had you knocked out."

"You drugged me?" Kevin asked with the fingers still in his mouth.

Wesley nodded.  "Trust me, I did you a favor," he replied.  "See from the
minute I got here and saw you switching that big sexy ass around like you
do, I knew I was gonna be getting my dick up in that sooner rather than
later.  Look at this dick nigga."

Wesley shook his outrageously huge dick in the kid's face.  "You see how
big my shit is?  I figured it would be easier on yo' young pretty ass if
you were knocked the fuck out when I ran up in that tight box you got.
Hell, yo' ass started bleeding just from me putting the head of my dick up
in you.  You see how sore you've been since you woke up."  He finally
pulled his fingers out of Kevin's mouth and used that hand to fondle
Kevin's exposed ass.

Kevin couldn't believe what he was hearing.  "Wesley, you raped me!" he
declared.  "You didn't have to do me like that!"

Wesley shoved roughly shoved a finger back into the sore asshole, and Kevin
yelped.  "You little faggot, you know damn well you been wanting some of
this dick from the first day I got here!"

Kevin nodded.  "Exactly!" he exclaimed, wiggling his ass around in
discomfort as Wesley's finger probed the inflamed insides of the teen's boi
pussy.  "You didn't have to drug me because I would have gladly taken good
care of your dick for you regardless."

"What the fuck you say?" Wesley asked and laughed.  "You mean to tell me
yo' young ass is already a faggot ass slut?"  The trucker plunged another
finger into the tight constricting asshole and he watched Kevin squirm.
"No way," Wesley said, shaking his head.  "Yo' ass is too fucking tight for
it to have even have had a dick in it before mine!"

"I could have sucked it real good for you," said Kevin.

"What yo' young ass know about sucking dick?" Wesley asked.

"Wesley, I've been sucking dick since I was a little kid!" Kevin revealed.
"Mike said I was the best dick sucker in all of Dallas!"

"Say what?" Wesley asked in shock, his mouth dropping open.  He pulled his
fingers out of Kevin's ass.  "You mean my cousin Mike?"

Kevin nodded proudly.  "Yep," he answered.

"You sucked my little cousin Mike's dick?" Wesley asked in utter surprise.
"Michael the future NBA star?"

"Uh huh," Kevin replied as he realized his dick was swiftly inflating
between himself and the mattress thanks to memories of sucking off Mike as
well as the tempting sight of Wesley's monster dick dangling right in front
of his face.  "I was sucking Mike's dick like two or three times a day
until he left for college."  Kevin paused and stared Wesley straight in the
eye while slowly licking his juicy thick lips, and then added in a rather
low and seductive tone, "and Mike fucked my ass plenty of times before he
left too."

"Get the fuck out of here!" Wesley exclaimed as he felt even more blood
rush into his throbbing dick.  His eyes studied Kevin's hot sexy teenage
body from head to toe in an instant, twitching and grinding into the
mattress, and Wesley could tell from the kid's blatantly sexual body
language that the boy wanted some more dick.  "So you say you a good dick
sucker huh?"

"Uncle Owen is the one who taught me how to do it when I was four or five
years old," Kevin answered, his eyes glued on Wesley's temptingly hard
dick.

"Uncle Owen?" asked a once-again shocked Wesley.  "You mean yo' mom's old
pimp Owen?  He had you sucking his dick?"

Kevin nodded.  "Yeah.  He told me I was born to do it, that I was a natural
and it was my job to make grown men feel good by taking their dicks in my
mouth and down my throat until they squirted the cream."

"Well I'll be damned!" Wesley exclaimed and shook his head.  Still stroking
himself, he looked down at Kevin with lust in his eyes.  "So you say you a
good dick sucker huh?"

"Yes," Kevin replied.

"Well show me motherfucker!" Wesley exclaimed and slapped Kevin in his face
with the monster dick before forcing it between the boy's wet and waiting
lips.

Kevin wasted no time, getting right down to the task at hand.  He first
used his tongue to expertly lick and tickle the enormous purple mushroom
head, which by this time was leaking pre-cum profusely.  Then he let his
tongue slowly travel the length of Wesley's long and thick shaft, licking
it all over until his face reached trucker's bush of sexy black pubic hair.
Kevin buried his face in the bush for a moment, taking in Wesley's musky
male scent before he moved on, guiding his professional tongue to the
trucker's gigantic balls.  Kevin gingerly took one ball at a time into his
mouth and gently licked them over.

Wesley moaned as the kid worked his balls over.  So far he was impressed.

Finally, Kevin worked his tongue back up to the mushroom dick head and for
a moment forcefully licked Wesley's piss slit and the head itself, which
made Wesley moan again.  Kevin looked up at Wesley as he took just the head
of his dick into his mouth and softly began to suck on it.

"Yeah boy!" Wesley exclaimed, liking the way the kid was working the head.

Kevin slyly winked at him in return, and then without warning, the teenager
swallowed the entire length of Wesley's huge dick, all the way down to the
base!

"Muthafucka!" Wesley yelled in shock as he felt his manhood suddenly
engulfed and sealed in what felt like hot humid oven!

Kevin allowed the dick to pass through his mouth and slide down his throat
until the huge head hit the back of the kid's throat.  He gagged for a
quick second, but then his deep throat adjusted to the dick.  Then Kevin's
lips clamped down tightly around the base of the dick, and his mouth began
an intense sucking technique on the shaft while the muscle of the boy's
throat squeezed the section of dick sealed there.

In his 39 years Wesley Smith had had his fair share of blow jobs from both
women and men, but instantly he realized that this kid sucking him off at
that moment was the absolute best dick sucker whose mouth he's ever had the
pleasure of sticking his dick in!  It didn't take long before the trucker
began to feel light on his feet, as if the kid were sucking the blood and
strength out of Wesley's legs!

Keeping his dick firmly entrenched in Kevin's mouth, Wesley sat down on the
bed and pushed the kid back down and between the older man's big muscular
legs.  Wesley had to concentrate hard to keep himself from busting his nutt
down the boy's throat right off the top!  Wesley was getting so caught up
in the exquisite sensations the kid's mouth was creating that he was
moaning uncontrollably, grabbing the back of Kevin's head with both hands.
Wesley then started to ram his dick in and out of the kid's mouth and down
his throat, giving him a good face fucking that Kevin greedily devoured.

"Yeah, you bitch ass faggot, suck my big black dick!" Wesley yelled as
Kevin bobbed and slobbered all over his huge prick, which was still leaking
large amounts of pre-cum down the kid's throat.  "Deep throat my
muthafuckin' dick you cum-loving son-of-a-bitch!"

Wesley rammed his entire dick down Kevin's throat, the dick head banging
the boy's tonsils and making the kid cough.  But when Kevin recovered, his
mouth, throat, tongue, and lips went into overdrive on Wesley's dick all at
once.  Wesley's dick felt as if it were locked in the back of Kevin's
throat as the kid began to suck his like an industrial strength vacuum
cleaner.

"I'm gonna nutt!" Wesley yelled a second before his dick, buried all the
way down Kevin's throat, unleashed a torrent of thick salty semen into the
boy's belly.  Wesley yelled out in sheer ecstasy as Kevin kept sucked
furiously on his entire dick as it continued shooting rope after rope of
hot nutt down the kid's throat, and Kevin swallowed every last drop.

Eventually Wesley's highly-charged dick finally finished pumping out his
salty nectar, but Kevin's exceptional oral skills allowed the sex-obsessed
teenager to keep a firm grip around the still very stiff penis, letting the
throbbing pole rest comfortably in the enveloped warmth and moisture of the
kid's mouth.

For several moments Wesley just sat on the bed with his back to the wall
and his face tilted towards the ceiling, his mind and body in a complete
daze.  He'd been getting his dick sucked since he was Kevin's age, and he's
had some of the best blow jobs imaginable, especially during the two years
he was locked up in a Mississippi prison...but Kevin's performance was
miles and away the best Wesley had EVER experienced in his life!

Several minutes later Wesley's dick was still hard and inside Kevin's mouth
as Wesley, slowly coming back to earth, reached down and began to finger
the boy's twitching young boy twat.

"You got a hot tight little hungry pussy don't you boy?" Wesley asked
gruffly.

Kevin, growing more and more horny by the second, closed his eyes and
inhaled deeply as his hole was probed thoroughly by Wesley's long fingers.
The kid's reply to the question was non-verbal: he simply began to slowly
suck on the huge dick embedded in his mouth and down his throat.

The two were just about to engage in another hot and heavy sex session when
the family's telephone line began to ring.  They ignored the call, even
though the phones in the house rang over and over before stopping.

Wesley was just about to stick a third finger into Kevin's hole as the kid
was on the verge of taking the entire length of the trucker's dick down his
throat when the phone started ringing again, and this time it wouldn't
stop.

"Fuck!" Wesley yelled in frustration as he finally reluctantly pushed Kevin
off of his dick.  "Who in the hell is that fucking calling?"

Wesley jumped out of the bed and ran from the bedroom to grab the telephone
extension in the hallway.  While he was gone, a lusty Kevin stretched out
on his back on the bed and began to finger himself, anxiously awaiting
Wesley's return.

However, when Wesley reappeared at the doorway of the bedroom, his dick was
suddenly limp and his face crestfallen.  Kevin immediately sensed that
something was wrong.  "Who was it on the phone?" the boy asked.

Wesley looked him straight in the eye.  "A deacon from the church," he
answered slowly.  "Your grandparents were in a car accident."

"What?" Kevin asked in shock.

"They're dead," Wesley blurted out...

TO BE CONTINUED