Date: Fri, 07 Jan 2005 23:01:38 -0500
From: James Branson <jimryyan@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tapping nephew's Christmass 3

See previous chapters for disclaimer.

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When Kenny and I had sex, he would always take me out to the woods, or his
truck, or to the shed. You see, Kenny was a major screamer...apparently the
hot perpetually horny hunk held himself back when he was with "the missus"
because he was raised to believe women are fragile and timid. I wasn't going
to complain, since that meant my brother in law just about ripped out my
throat every time my DSL (Dick Sucker Lips) inhaled his BFC (Big Fucking
Cock). He was a seriously rough fuck, just throwing me on my back in the
flatbed of his truck and plowing me senseless. When I looked into his eyes I
saw wildfire -- I knew why he had stayed away from man-sex all these years,
because it unleashed a beast even he could not have imagined. I liked
pushing his buttons and making him explore other sides of himself. One day
when my sister was out of the house I drew a warm bath for both of us and
washed, then brushed his long, flowing blonde hair. By the time I dried the
goldilocks they had never looked so beautiful. I shaved his ever-present
facial stubble and he looked even better, like a Greek god. He was fully in
touch with his beauty for the first time since high school, not hiding
beyond any sort of redneck trappings. I'm not sure if he was ready for just
how gorgeous he looked standing in front of his wife's full-length mirror,
buck nekkid, his hair around his shoulders, his square jaw jutting at the
same angle as his thick 8 inches. He was so stunning that he actually made
himself rock-hard. He stroked himself off for me, flicking his foreskin back
and forth in a mad dance, and daring to slide a finger inside his virgin
pucker before he exploded all over his reflection. It was unforgettable.
Afterwards, he spanked my tight ass with the hairbrush and fucked me
missionary-style in his and my sister's bed. I think maybe he was insecure
about his masculinity and used me to feel more macho, who knows. But when I
think about us in each other's arms under those cotton sheets, my head
pressed against his hairy chest, and that dull "THWAP" sound as the hard
brush smacked against my buttocks over and over until I begged for
mercy...well I think I have reaction you horny readers are having about now.

My favorite activity was burying my tremoring, sloppy tongue in his musty,
fur-dusted crack. He had a man's body and a man's smell. He was so tight and
tasted so good. I desperately wanted to conquer him, but knew that his son
Joel deserved that rare prize. Instead I settled for shoving my tongue so
far inside his essence I could practically taste his tonsils.

Joel was on a camping trip with friends for the last few days of my trip, so
that gave me plenty of time to bond with Kenny. The night Joel finally got
back home, the night before my holiday vacation was to end, I told Kenny I
had a special surprise for him -- a special cot set up in the shed. He was
advised to get naked and wait for me on the bed. The thing with Kenny is
that if you leave him alone on a flat surface for a few minutes, he's going
to pass out (he's a hard-sleeping, hard-fucking, hard-living man...he's just
plain hard most of the time).

Joel was all over me that day, and while we took a long, relaxing shower
(complete with mutual jerkoff) I did listen to his hot stories about how he
had taken it up in the ass from his scoutmaster and from his best friend and
even let them piss in his mouth. The stories just made me all the hotter,
but I wanted him to save up most of his energy. I told him to join me in the
shed that night and take off his clothes.

I got there several minutes before Joel, took off my own clothes, dropped
them near the cot, and waited for my newly-slutty nephew to arrive. When he
did, he saw a dim view of my clothes on the floor and a nude body on the cot
and thought I was waiting for him, legs spread. He'd wanted to fuck me for a
while so this was his chance. He slipped next to the cot, sank to his knees,
and parted those smoldering cheeks.

I watched as Joel began rimming his own father. I couldn't wait for the
fireworks.