Date: Mon, 17 Nov 2003 22:03:13 EST
From: Calcubx2@aol.com
Subject: My Cousin Danny

	It was my first summer home from college and what do my parents do?
They planned a family visit to my aunt and uncle's farm in Nebraska. I had
been looking forward to fun and games with some of the old high school
crowd, not a stay with Ma and Pa Kettle. I hadn't seen them for a long
time, and I barely remebered my cousin Ryan who was a few years older than
I. It took three dismal days of driving to get to the house. At first
glance, I thought it might not be that bad after all. It was a big, old
fashioned farm house, with indoor plumbing, much to my relief. But I was
crestfallen when I found out the only place for me to sleep was in the
upstairs attic room that I would be sharing with Ryan. It was hot and humid
up there as I dumped my suitcase.

	I knew the situation would be impossible when Ryan walked into that
small, stuffy room. He smiled a dazzling white smile, extended a huge,
pawish hand at me and introduced himself. At twenty-two, Ryan was just over
six feet tall, muscled and tanned from working on the farm. He wore a loose
fitting pair of overalls with no shirt. Sweat dripped down his gleaming
shoulders, down through a thick mat of dark brown hair that covered his
chest. The twin bullets of his nipples stood out stiffly as they peaked
around the straps of the overalls. The baggy material hid the rest of his
body.

	I was glad I had worn a tight jock-strap. My dick hardened,
throbbing in my pants as he pumped my hand. The room got hotter as my
desire rose and the scent of his man-sweat filled the air. No way could I
spend three weeks in the same bed with that hunk and not touch him, I
thought.

	Hoping he would leave, I turned around and started unpacking. No
such luck. He sat down in the chair, not saying a word as I went about
emptying my suitcase. I felt he was staring holes in my back-side. My cock
had finally softened enough that I thought I could change without causing
myself any embarrassment. I turned to get my shorts and saw Ryan still
sitting in his chair, legs spread, the unmistakable lump of his prick
bulging against his left thigh. My eyes stayed a moment too long, and the
huge log jumped, lengthening just a little. That did it for me. I was hard
again, stiff as iron in my jock.

	I turned my back to him again as I lowered my pants, my ass bared
to him, framed in the straps of my jock. I leaned down, stepping into my
shorts and could smell my dripping dick, pre-cum oozing out the thin
material. Hastily pulling up the loose shorts, I tied them as I turned back
to Ryan. He was no longer smiling, just sat with a glazed look in his eyes,
as if not seeing me. I realized he was staring at my reflection in the
mirror. I took the opportunity to stare openly at his crotch. The long
piece of meat down his leg had grown and thickened considerably, straining
the material. I could easily see the outline of his thick cock-head as it
throbbed against his overalls. I had to get out of there fast.

	"Well," I said, "I guess I better get downstairs."

	That seemed to bring him out of whatever dream he was in. He got up
rather hurriedly and headed for the door. He pulled me back, just at the
head of the stairs, pulling me into a bear hug.

	"It's really great to have you here, Andy. I meat that, I'm glad
you've come to stay with us."

	I broke out in a sweat as he held me. He had shoved his left leg
between mine so I could feel the heat of his thick, throbbing erection
burning against my naked thigh. I ground my groin into him as he held me,
tentatively cupping the rounded globes of his ass, pulling him closer. He
let go and turned back into "our" room, mumbling something about being down
in a minute. I hoped he wasn't going to do something about his stiff cock,
I wanted to be there to offer him any help he needed with that. Maybe the
three weeks wouldn't be bad, after all.

	Dinner that night was a long, drawn out affair. Lots of talk about
who was doing what in the family, lots of story telling, shit like
that. Ryan and I ended up on the back porch with a couple of beers. He
asked me all about college, how I liked it, what I was studying. After more
than a few beers, he started telling me about a buddy of his from high
school. They had been best friends since they were kids and how the guy
left and went away to school, and that Ryan rarely heard from him anymore.

	His eyes got that glassy look again. I wondered what the real story
was about his 'buddy'. We sat silently for awhile, and I got real sleepy. I
told him I was tired from the heat and the long car ride and was going to
bed. He just smiled that beautiful smile and told me he'd be up to bed
soon.

	I debated about taking a quick shower before bed, but didn't feel
up to it. Then I sat pondering what to wear to bed. I knew a jock and a
pair of jockey shorts would keep my prick tethered in case I got hard and
horny during the night. But it was so god-damned hot. A pair of pajama
bottoms could keep me covered in case I had to get up in the middle of the
night, but the heat was too much. So I figured fuck it. If it was going to
happen, it would happen. I jumped into bed nude and dozed off
immediately. But I woke twice that night.

	 First, when I opened my eyes, I could see directly into the dimly
lit bathroom. Ryan had just stepped into the shower. His clothes were
thrown onto the chair at the end of the bed. I couldn't resist the
temptation. My cock thickened as I held his shorts, the material still warm
from his body heat. I wrapped my hands around my drooling cock meat as I
inhaled the sweaty scent of his crotch. But I suddenly had to drop the
jockeys and dove into bed when I heard the shower stop. I watched his tall,
powerful body, dripping with water. I focused on the thick forest of hair
in his groin, zooming in on his dangling meat. My mouth watered as he towel
dried his piece, pulling back the skin, rubbing the fat mushroomed cap in
the towel. He continued rubbing it as the pole lengthened and grew in his
fingers. He sighed loudly as he stroked his fat eight inch member in both
hands.

	 I reached down to my stiffness and stroked along with him. My eyes
started to glaze as he turned to towel off his back. I nearly came when he
propped one leg up on the toilet, spread the orbs of his ass and toweled
down his ass crack. The fleshy bag of his balls swung between his spread
thighs. I longed to kneel there, sucking his hairy balls. It was too dark
for me to see his hole, but I knew how sweet tasting it would be. I finally
had to roll over, away from the horny sight of his body, and fell back to
sleep.

	 The second time I woke that night, I was being crushed in Ryan's
powerful arms. What really woke me up was the burning hot length of his
hard cock meat pressing between my ass, humping slowly along my sweating
crack. At first I thought I was dreaming, but the feel of his sweat slimed
body against my back was too real. His thick cock rested perfectly along my
sweaty ass crack. My dick throbbed as I could feel the cum-slimy head of
his prick jabbing between my buns. One arm wrapped tightly around me , he
grabbed my swollen member in his other hand, stroking me furiously. I was
hot to come. He humped against me wildly, kissing and licking my shoulder.

	 With one long, final lunge, he bit into me and I felt the already
massive erection swell against my butt and his hot, burning cum shooting
against my backside. What seemed like gallons of spunk shot out, coating us
both. His hand never stopped pumping me, as I groaned and shot my own
cum-juice through his fingers, covering my belly, his hand and the bed
sheets.

	 Exhaustion overtook us both and we fell asleep like that, his body
crushed against mine and his hand on my spent cock.



	 He was gone when I woke the next morning. My cock was hard, just
thinking about the night before. I reached around and felt the dried cum on
my back. I rubbed my sweaty, horny crotch, enjoying the feel of my hand on
my meat. I finally got up to go to the bathroom and decided a shower to
take a shower. About half way through my shower, I heard someone in the
bedroom. Quickly finishing, I hopped out and dried off, hoping Ryan had
come back for a morning work-out.

	 He was back, sitting in his chair again. He had brought up a tray
of coffee for me. I sat on the bed, a towel wrapped around me. He sat with
his robe opened in a great 'V' that allowed me to see the sculpted slabs of
his chest, the curly dark hairs running down his abs to his hidden
crotch. We sat silently drinking our coffee. He reached awkwardly to the
table and his robe slipped off one thigh, the thick material of his robe
covering his bulging groin. By now, my own prick had stiffened and was
tenting my towel, throbbing rhythmically. I didn't care, but wanted him to
make the first move. And he did.  I got up to get myself another cup of
coffee, standing next to him so our legs brushed against each other. He
reached up, ran his fingers along my inner thighs, up under my
towel. Closer and closer to my nuts. Shaking, I put the cup of coffee
down. My body quivered, I let out a long, slow sigh as he brushed the tips
of his fingers against my balls, stroking them slowly and carefully in this
thick fingers. They hung low from the heat and he pulled at the flesh,
stretching them, grinding them in his fist. I had to let my cock free or I
knew I would cum. The towel had been slowly stroking my hard cock as it
throbbed against the coarse material. I untied it and let it drop. My hard
dick sprung up and out into the hot air.

	 A thick droplet of pre-cum oozed out the slit, resting for a
second on the head of my cock, then slowly dripped down the length of my
stiff organ. Ryan traced a finger up my rod, scooping up my jizz and
sucking the slime coated finger into his mouth. Then milking my rod for
more, scooped out my dripping piss slit, this time with his tongue, lapping
around my cock head. His tongue dipping in and out the tip. His mouth felt
so good as his tongue ran laps around the sensitive ridge of my bloated
prick. I had to fight the urge to ram the whole length of me into his hot
mouth. He held just the tip between his lips, swirling his tongue around
and around, while tightly holding my pole in his hand, not stroking me,
just holding my rod as he sucked on the head.

	 I had to pull back from him, I wasn't ready to cum yet. I wanted
to taste his fat fuck pole first. I leaned over and undid the belt of his
robe, opening it. Beads of sweat poured down his chest, pooling his his
lap, matting down the luxurious growth of his pubic hairs. The object of my
desire, his long, thick cock-meat throbbed wildly above his belly. I
reached out and tweaked his stiff nipples, watching his cock dancing in the
air as I twisted the nubs brutally. Kneeling between his spread legs, I
examined his fleshy pole up close. One tentative finger traced along the
thick veins running up and down his shaft, feeling the heat of his desire
burning my finger. I pulled back the foreskin, uncovering the plumb shaped
knob, the long slit glistening with pre-cum.

	 As I traced my fingers around the spongy rim of his dick head, a
huge glob of jizzum shot out of his cock, hitting just above his belly
button. I leaned over him, my tongue licking at his hot flesh, the cum
coating the insides of my mouth while his bobbing cock beat against my
chin. I licked down around his throbbing pole and lapped at his hairy
balls-sac, sucking in one then the other of his huge eggs, rolling them
around my mouth. I tried taking them both, but they were too big.

	 Grinding my nose into the base of his shaft, I savored the sweaty-
musky smell of his crotch, his impatient dick pounding against my
forehead. His hands gently grasped my head and guided the dripping tip of
his rammer to my lips. He rubbed the slimy dick-head around and around my
lips, then pierced them, filling my mouth. I tongued around the fleshy rim
slowly once, twice, then leaning over him I swallowed his cock down to the
base, gumming it furiously between my lips.

	 He didn't last long but I didn't care. I wanted his cum. His cock
slipped in and out of my mouth only a few times before it started swelling,
filling my mouth completely. I pulled back, sucking in just the thick head
as he exploded his hot cum-juice into my waiting mouth. I gripped his pole
as he let go, sending rivers of his spicy spunk down my gulping throat. He
came and came, filling my mouth. I held onto his rod until the last of the
spasms subsided, holding his cock tightly in my lips. Finally, he slumped
in the chair, smiling down at me. He then pulled me up against him.

	 I sat on top of him with my legs spread. His slimy stiff cock
throbbed between my legs, pushing against my boiling nuts. He pulled me
closer, our sweaty chests sticking together. His lips sought mine, his
snaking tongue licked at the inside of my mouth, searching, poking, sucking
at the sticky coating of his own cum juice from my mouth. My hard cock
burned against his hairy belly as he held me tightly. I fucked myself
against him, groaning as my sensitive shaft was trapped tightly between us,
lubricated by sweat and my dripping cock juices. I desperately needed to
empty my balls but wanted more than just humping against him. He clung to
me as I wriggled up his body trying to get my hard pole into his face. He
licked at my chest, sucked my nipples, rooted his tongue around my belly
button. Finally he buried his face in my crotch. The thick stubble of his
chin scratched at the heated flesh of my cock. I wasn't into
preliminaries. I wanted, needed to cum.

	  I pulled back, pierced his lips, then rammed my dick into his
mouth. He tried to hold it steady, his tongue running up and down the hard
length of it. Letting me set the pace, I savagely fucked his face. I'd pull
out so his lips held just the bloated tip, then thrusting in until my balls
slapped his chin. Back and forth, in and out of his tight mouth, again and
again. He reached for me with his hand, alternately sucking and jerking me
off. Finally, he gripped me tightly in his fingers so he could just stuck
the drooling tip of my fuck-pole. I could feel the cum racing from my nuts
up my over-heated shaft.

	  He opened his mouth wide and resting the tip of my prick along
his tongue as I started shooting my wad. I looked down to watch my bloated
piss-slit open and the hot custardy jets of spunk slide across his tongue,
shooting at the back of his throat. He gulped and swallowed the first
mouthful while my cock hose kept spurting. A thick glob of cock-slime hit
his forehead, then another hit his cheek before he could get my spraying
nozzle back into his mouth.

	  Finally spent, I stood on shaky legs. Cum dripped down his
smiling face, his fingers still manipulating my cock, coaxing out the last
few drops. He wiped his face, then wrapped his slime coated hand around his
throbbing phallus.

	  His hard cock looked about ready to blast another load of his hot
cum cream. I knelt between his thick thighs, resting my head against
them. I watched up close as his fist pumped at the iron stiff meat in front
on my face. His balls bounced loosely in their fleshy sack. I reached under
his nuts, to the hidden, sweaty crack of his ass. I parted his legs,
pushing them up over the arms of the chair. His hair ringed asshole lay
open for my scrutiny. I fingered around the pouting bud, but the temptation
became too great. I tentatively licked around his hole, tasting his sweaty
ass, the clean, musky scent driving me wild. I licked around his puckered
hole, dipping my tongue slowly at first, then quicker and quicker, opening
him with my tongue while he continued to jerk-off.

	  He obviously liked what I was doing to him, bucking and humping
against my face. When I rammed my tongue deeper into him, I jabbed my nose
deeply into his groin, against the hidden base of his cock. Moving up to
lap at his tightening ballsac, I replaced my tongue with a finger, then two
up his ass. My finger tips massaged his prostate, fucking and prodding him
closer to orgasm. Chest heaving, his breathes getting longer and deeper,
his asslips gripped my fingers tightly, seeming to pull them in further and
further. I looked up at him. His swollen rod throbbed and thickened in his
fist, the already bloated head expanded.

	  A thick rope of cum exploded out of his cock, shooting high up
onto his chest. He aimed his fuck-meat up, then like thick white bullets,
his spunk shot up in the air before splattering back onto him, his belly
became coated with his steaming man-juices. His hand slowly milked himself,
the last few drops oozing out his slit and dripping down his spent organ. I
sucked the slimy prick-head into my mouth, savoring the taste of his flesh
mixed with his sticky load. He pulled me up to him, crushing our bodies
together, his cooling jizzum squishing between us.