The family car rolled down the road to the campground where Steve's extended family had been gathering annually since he was a child. When he was a kid, he waited all summer for this weekend and the chance to get together with his cousins to play and swim. It was the only time of the year when his older cousins would include him in their activities. Now, eighteen years old, Steve was not happy about being forced to attend the annual Labor Day weekend trip. His parents had insisted that he come for one last time, and he agreed on the condition that he would get his own tent and his parents would leave him alone. If he wanted to sit by himself and text his friends all weekend, his parents couldn't complain.

Steve was looking forward to going to college and getting out from under the thumb of his parents. He'd known that he was gay since he was thirteen and had had sex with some of the guys he hung out with in high school. He was looking forward to going to college and being able to really break out of his shell and fuck around when and where he wanted to. He had a hot body, and he knew that there would be lots of guys willing to take a ride on his fat cock express, and a stab at his ass.

Steve had short dark brown, almost black hair, and had something of an urban skater look. He stood 5 foot 11 and had a muscular but thin build. His smooth, twinkish body was his greatest asset. The older guys he occasionally met while cruising at the local park were into kids like him who looked young, and Steve was into guys who looked a little older. He liked body hair and muscle, big pecs and nice big cocks.

As his mind drifted toward next fall's conquests, he started to sprout wood. He tried to direct his thoughts toward something else, but he was fixated on sex and cocks right now. In three weeks he would be free to fuck around with whomever he pleased and whenever he wanted to.

When the car pulled up to the campsite most of the family had not yet arrived. Steve told his folks he was going to set up his tent off away from the main tenting area so he’d have his privacy, and then he'd take a nap. He needed to rest before the onslaught of relatives, and he wanted to work a load of nut nectar out of his balls and dick before dinner. He was horny as hell and needed to take the edge off.

Setting up the tent and getting his gear for the weekend situated took longer than he expected. His dad had given him an old canvas tent that lacked the modern, flexible poles. Rather than ask for help he struggled with the frame by himself. Once finished the tent was impressively roomy. He could just stand up in the middle under the ridge pole and the sides had walls so it was more than just a pup tent. He walked inside, spread out his sleeping bag, and lay down to nap for a while.

When he woke up an hour or two later, he pulled out his dick. Lately, he felt like he was hard constantly and could pull out three or four loads a day if he had the time. He'd seen his dad and older brother in the YMCA locker rooms enough to know that big dicks ran in the family, and he was no exception; his cock stood eight inches and when hard was pointed skyward, reaching his belly button. His dick was smaller he guessed than his older brother's. He hadn't seen his dad since he was a little kid, but remembered that it looked huge to him. And that was when they were both soft in the locker room.

He spit on his hand and lubed up his dick. He was just getting going when he heard somebody outside of the tent.

"Steve, why don't you come out and help us get dinner ready?" his mom called.

"Ok," was his curt reply.

"Shit," he thought as he tucked his cock back into his pants. "Guess my dick will have to wait."

When he got out of the tent, Steven immediately noticed that his cousin Shane's pickup and camper were parked on the far side of the double campsite. As he unenthusiastically shucked corn, Shane's girlfriend came out of the camper and introduced herself.

"I'm Rachel," she said. "Shane's down by the lake."

"Steve, why don’t you go get him and tell him dinner's almost ready," his mom said.

Steve couldn't help but jog down the path to the lake. Shane was his favorite cousin and had been since he was a little kid. Shane was five years older than Steven, old enough to be perpetually cool in the eyes of his younger cousin. As he had gotten older, Steve's admiration of Shane had developed into a pretty serious crush. At first wanted to be Shane, but after puberty came, Steve wanted to be with Shane. After college Shane moved one state over, so these camping trips were the only time Steven ever got to see Shane, and he missed seeing Shane.

Shane was napping in a lawn chair as Steve walked up. His shirt was off and he had a beer in his hand. Steve paused to take in the sight before he woke his cousin up. This would be the one time all weekend that he could stare at his cousin's insanely hot body without attracting anyone's attention.

Chiseled is the only word that did Shane justice. He had a strong, square face that looked like it had been cut from granite. His dark hair, perfectly styled, was short and spiky and a well-groomed five o'clock shadow graced his chin. The summer sun had been good to him. His body was tan and glowing.

His upper body betrayed a gym routine that Steve guessed took up hours each day. His arms and shoulders were corded with muscle and his pecs were solid mounds of flesh topped with small dark nipples. He had amazing abs and obliques. His whole body was covered with dark hair which Steve guessed he trimmed. Like everything about his cousin's body, the hair was too perfect to be natural.

Shane was sitting, as strong men often do, with his legs spread wide. Steve could make out a substantial mound in the crotch of his shorts and he could actually see the outline of Shane’s big puffy cock and his substantial size ball bag in the pant-leg of his cutoff shorts. He had to restrain himself from diving in between Shane's legs and worshiping his tool. He knew that he could suck it way better than Shane's girlfriend ever would.

Steve walked forward and grabbed Shane's shoulder to shake him awake. The shoulder was wrapped in muscle and rock hard. Shane sort of shuddered as he came to. When he saw Steve he smiled and stretched out in the chair.

"Hey, cuz," he said.

"Hey, Shane. My folks sent me down here to get you," Steve said.

"No problem. Let's go back to the campsite."

They walked up the trail, Shane still shirtless and Steve struggling to hide the tent in his board shorts. 'Fuck,' he thought, 'I need to get off before I blow a load in my shorts.'

As more family members arrived, everyone settled down to eat dinner. Lots of aunts and uncles were interested in talking to Steve about college, and he found himself having the same boring conversation over and over again. As the sun set, the older folks and those with little kids retired to their individual tents. Steve wanted to stay up with the adults, hoping to get a little buzzed before going to bed. His parents were initially cool with this, and he had one beer, but sent him to bed before everyone started to drink heavily.

Steve awoke abruptly later that night. Someone was fumbling around outside of his tent. One of his drunk uncles or cousins was probably taking a piss in the woods, he figured. However, the figure came closer and began to open the tent door flap.

Shane's big figure stood before him, illuminated by the moonlight that was streaming in through the back window of the tent. Steve could tell from his swaying form that he was pretty drunk. In his arms he had a sleeping bag. He threw it on the floor of the tent a few feet away from Steve, pulled off his shorts and dropped them, and collapsed onto the ground. Within minutes he was breathing heavily.

The first thing Steve noticed as he took in his new sleeping companion was the strong, masculine smell he brought into the tent with him. Shane was still shirtless and his body smelled of woodsmoke and sweat. The smell of the fire, in particular, filled the small space. Whiskey was apparent too, and the spicy tang of some body odor. Not a bad BO smell, but the smell that comes after deodorant has worn off a little.

Before Steve could process what was going on, his dick was rock hard. Unconsciously, almost robotically, he reached down and started to grab at his dick. Shane lay next to him, naked except for his snug boxers, dead to the world. Between his legs there was a rather large meaty bulge. The light was too dim to make out any details, but the bulge was there and available to Steve. His desire, augmented by a day without a chance to beat off, was overwhelming. He had to make a move one way or the other. He had to dump a load or he would not be able to sleep.

First, however, he had to make sure that Shane was out cold. He pretended to leave the tent to take a piss, making as much noise as possible. Throughout the whole ordeal, while Steve noisily opened the zipper and tripped over Shane's huge feet then noisily came back into the tent, Shane's eyes stayed closed. He seemed dead to the world.

Steve stretched out his arm and grabbed at Shane's pouched underwear. He rubbed Shane's junk through the fabric. He could feel his semi-hard cock and the two hefty balls that rested beneath it. He also felt something strange and hard that he couldn't make out. The fabric was damp, Shane had probably leaked on himself when he drunkenly took a piss before invading Steve's tent.

The thought of smelling the fabric made Steve's cock throb. He pulled his hand away, but kept his eyes glued to Shane's face. There was still no sign of life. Slowly, careful not to actually touch Shane, he moved his face toward Shane's junk. When his nose was within an inch, he inhaled deeply.

The slightly acrid smell of the piss was overwhelmed by the delicious funk of a man who had been outside in the heat all day. His package smelt musky and sweaty. Steve couldn't help himself and pushed his face in closer. His nose touched the fabric and nestled underneath Shane's dickhead. Steve took the scent in, letting it fill his nostrils.

His own dick was leaking precum at this point. He smeared the cock snot over the head and gave himself a few slow sensual strokes. He thought about his next move. He had only two options. He could jerk himself off and go to sleep or he could unwrap Shane's package and see what lay beneath.

'Go big or go home' was always Steve’s way of thinking, as he slid his fingers into the open fly. Having thrown all caution to the wind, he lifted Shane's limp cock and relaxed testicles into the air and out through the fly. He moved back to study the sight. There lay his cousin, his toned body tanned and smoked from the day outside, his perfect waist framed by his boxer, his five inches of soft limp cock loosely draped over his large, walnut sized balls. At the tip of his uncut cock head was a large Prince Albert piercing partially covered by his foreskin.

The piercing was something Steve had never seen before. Sure, he’d seen pictures of them before on the internet but never in real life. He was fascinated by it, and felt that it revealed something secretive, sexy and dirty about his cousin. He was now privy to Shane's kinky little secret. He wondered if Shane could fuck with that thing on the head of his cock, or if he had to take it off every time he fucked his girlfriend.

He took the hefty tube of flesh into his hand and started to stroke it. Shane's body responded immediately, and his cock started to thicken up and swell both in length and girth. It grew larger than Steve could have imagined, topping off at what he guessed was around ten inches (one inch longer than the span of his hand). The foreskin, which glided easily up and down the head, was lengthy and covered the whole head even when Shane was hard.

Steve had to taste it. He just had to have it in his mouth and suck on Shane’s big fat cock. He leaned over Shane's body, the heat and smell of his cousin's crotch hitting his face, and took the tip of the cock into his mouth. He worked his tongue around the head and played with the silver bobble. He looked up at his cousin, whose eyes were still closed, and pulled his mouth off the dick.

He moved lower and licked and sucked on Shane's balls. He rolled each nut over his tongue and then took it into his mouth to suck on one at a time. Shane's crotch was hairy, and his balls were covered in pubic hair as well. He obviously didn’t manscape down there. As Steve pushed his face into them, he could feel the wiry hairs scratching against his face and the sound of his tongue lapping up Shane's ball sweat. It was a very erotic, slutty sound.

After he got his fill of Shane's balls Steve moved back to the now massive head. He used his hand to jerk Shane off while he sucked on the knob. He was completely taken in by the sight of the Shane's thick foreskin as it slid up and down his glans. He increased his pressure and speed, sticking out his tongue occasionally to lick Shane's piss slit. Then, unexpectedly and with no cue from Shane's body, the cock erupted in his hand.

Shane's cum shot out of his cock in thick bursts. They hit Steve, whose head was perched over Shane's crotch, right in the mouth and face. Five bursts of cum shot out before the orgasm slowed and there were two or three more shots that just dribbled out the piss slit.

Terrified that the orgasm would surely have woken his cousin Steve quickly rolled over onto his side of the tent. As he did, he stuck out his tongue and lapped up the cum that was on his lips. He loved the taste of cum – his own and anyone that he sucked off. He never jerked off without eating his own load, but the flavor of another man's cock juice was always better and more erotic than eating his own cocksnot. He cleaned off his hand before looking over at Shane. His dick, now deflated and covered in cum, lay across his boxers. Quickly, Steve put his mouth back on Shane's cock and cleaned off all the cum before tucking it back into Shane's shorts.

Steve lay on his back and grabbed his dick. Within a dozen strokes he was erupting. It was an epic load, and he shot further than he ever had before. The first blast went over his head and hit the tent wall behind him. Each successive shot fell a little shorter, painting a trail of his cum down his body. Using his hands and mouth, he cleaned up. Completely fulfilled, Steve went to sleep.

When he woke the next morning, Shane was gone. He went out to the fireside and saw him sitting there.

"Hey Steve. I hope I didn't wake you up last night?" Shane said.

"No, why?"

"Rachel was pissed off that I got so shit faced and wouldn't let me sleep in the camper."

"Bummer" Steve said.

"No shit. You're growing up so I can tell you, I haven't gotten a shot at her pussy in over a week. I was really hoping to fuck her last night. My dick was hard all day. Its calmed down this morning," he said as he playfully grabbed at his crotch, "Probably because of the hangover."

"Yeah, probably." Steve replied.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. The whole family played volleyball and other water games down at the lake. Steve thought that Shane was a little more physical with him than usual, but chalked it up to Shane's new role as sex object. Once you mess around with a guy, you notice thinks you didn't in the past.

That night Shane started slipping Steve whiskey sevens. Every man in his family drank Canadian Club with Seven-Up, and it was a right of passage to be drinking one. Steve got good and buzzed and Shane got fucked up too. Around midnight, Shane started shooting off his mouth about how Rachel wasn't putting out. She flipped out and stormed off to their camper.

"Guess I'm sleeping with you again," Shane drunkenly slurred to Steve.

"Sure," he replied. His dick was hard and dripping ten seconds later as he imagined having the big man laying next to him again. He could barely contain his enthusiasm.

"Speaking of," Steve's dad said, "time for you to head off to bed, Bucko."

Steve didn't even argue. He walked off to the tent and started to listen to some music. He was trying not to jack off, wanting to be good and horny when his drunk cousin came in and passed out.

A few hours later Shane stumbled into the tent. Steve pretended to be asleep, but watched Shane closely. Shane looked down at the sleeping bag and shrugged. Then he pulled off his boxers. Before he lay down he stretched his muscular body. Steve saw his muscles pull tight over his frame. His abs and obliques bulged as he arched his back. His heavy balls hung between his legs and the piercing gleamed in the moonlight and tugged Shane’s cock head down to the bottom of his sack.

Shane collapsed onto the sleeping bag. He was closer to Steve than he was the night before and this time, his body lay in the other direction. His cock was only a foot away from Steve's face and Steve's own cock was only a foot or two away from Shane's face. What the fuck was going on? Steve heard Shane's breathing slow and he started to take in the sight before him.

Shane lay on his back right next to Steve. His thick cock draped over his leg toward Steve's drooling mouth. The foreskin was wrinkled up around the head. Steve couldn't help himself. He dove on the cock and started to swirl his tongue around the hooded tip. Shane tasted tangier than he did the night before. Another days worth of sweat had fermented in his foreskin. Steve licked at the fresh cock sweat and the beginnings of Shane's cock cheese.

Suddenly he felt two hands on his head. He stopped immediately and looked up at Shane's face.

Shane smiled at him, "I thought I might have dreamt that blow-job you gave me last night. You really are a cock hound, huh? It’s ok… Don’t panic, I’m cool with you sucking on it."

Steve didn't say anything.

"You like dick, Stevie?" Shane asked as he rubbed his fingers through Steve's hair. No one had called him Stevie since he was a kid. "You must be a total slut to chew on your sleeping cousin's cock like you did last night. Are you a slut for cock, cuz?"

Steve just nodded and kept his face in Shane’s crotch. The head of his dick was against Steve’s cheek now. Shane grabbed his erect cock and with one hand, still holding Steve’s face in his crotch, and slapped the side of Steve’s face with his erection and the Price Albert made a soft thud when in hit his cheek bone. Then Shane slapped his face again with his stiff cock.

"Suck it then, you little slut." Shane groaned and laid back down releasing his cock and but not Steve’s head.

The beer and whiskey he'd been drinking all night had made Shane more aggressive and he forcefully pushed Steve's face into his crotch. Steve's nose smashed into Shane's hard shaft as his mouth made contact with Shane's balls. He did his best to lick and suck on Shane's balls, while Shane manipulated his skull pushing and smashing him into his junk and thrusting his hips upward at the same time. His face was getting covered with the funk of two days in the wilderness, with sweat and whatever else lived in this hunk's crotch. The feeling was intensely erotic, but he couldn't get any traction on Shane's dick.

Steve was literally being face humped, and he pulled away, "Let me do it, Shane. Let me get you off, or leave me alone. You’ve gotta stop that fucking motion into my face…it ain’t workin’."

Shane released the force on his head, but kept his hands there. Maybe he was worried that Steve was actually going to give up. Instead, Steve took Shane's cock head into his mouth and expertly worked his dick head. He licked up and swallowed the precum and cock slime that had accumulated in the foreskin and started to work for his treat and reward of hot, slimy cum.

Shane had never experienced a blow job like this one. The bitch he was dating treated his dick with contempt, like she was too good to take it into her mouth, and if she did it was only the head. Steve, on the other hand, was all over his cock and balls. He was loving the freedom to do as he wanted with Shane’s cock and balls now.

Shane could tell Steve loved what he was doing. There was a passion and expertise to the way he rolled his tongue over Shane's cock head, in under the foreskin, and down his shaft, then back up over his piss slit. Steve's hands were working his long shaft, bringing him closer and closer to orgasm, and kneading his balls in his sack.

Shane removed his hands from Steve's head and brought them to his ass. His big hands pulled Steve's cheeks apart.

Steve got no warning before Shane forced a finger up his ass. The rough digit stung as Shane worked it inside of him. Steve initially pulled off in pain, but slowly got used to the finger that Shane was bending and flexing inside of him. Seems he was hitting something that felt fucking wild every time Shane rubbed it.

"When you're done sucking my dick, I'm going to fuck your hole, cousin. Little Stevie's ass is gonna open up for me tonight." he said.

Steve was not sure if he could handle getting fucked by Shane in his present state; with that big knob on his cock head, and they were only a couple layers of canvas away from all the others. He was being awfully rough, and while Steve like pleasure mixed with pain, he appreciated a healthy surplus on the pleasure side.

He stopped thinking about it and went to work on Shane's fat dick. Shane was leaking a good amount of precum now, and Steve could tell by the quick breaths Shane was talking that he was close. Suddenly Shane's big paw was on his head again.

"Do my balls while I cum." he commanded while slamming Steve's face into his sack. "Suck on them hard."

Steve took both nuts into his mouth and sucked, pulling the skin on Shane's scrotum tight and away from his body. With his hands he continued to jerk Shane's cock. He could feel Shane's balls trying to draw up into his body as his cock began to pulse and squirt cum.

Steve's quickly got the head of Shane's dick in his mouth and his mouth was filled with his cousin's hot thick cum. He ran his tongue around the head of Shane's dick as more and more cum collected at the top of his throat. Wanting to savor it, he swished it around in his mouth. He pushed the thick, stringy fluid through his teeth and under his lips. As he enjoyed the salty taste of his cousin’s cock and cum, Shane continued to play with his asshole. Finally convinced that there would be no more cum, Steve pulled off.

"Jerk yourself off if you want, but I need some time to recuperate if I'm going to fuck your tight little pussy."

Steve didn't want to jerk off. He knew that he would enjoy being fucked more if he was horned up and hadn’t just blown his own load. "I'm gonna take a piss." he said. "I'll be right back."

He stepped out into the moonlit night completely naked and made for a nearby tree. As he waited for his cock to soften enough to urinate, he realized how stupid he was to be naked with a hard on during a well-lit night at a family reunion. The fear of getting caught helped his dick to go down and his piss to flow. When he was finished he went quietly back to the tent so no one would look out to see who was prowling about at that hour.

Shane was passed out cold on his stomach; snoring to beat the band. His hot, hairy ass glowing in the moonlight. Steve knew better than to wake him up. "Drunken bastard," he muttered. He looked at his cousin's muscular bubble butt and decided that if he was going to jerk off he might as well have some fun while doing it.

He leaned over Shane and pulled his ass cheeks apart. Shane's ass was firm and strong in his hands. He looked down at Shane's hole. It was tight, pink, and virginal. He bent over to take a whiff of his ass. Shane smelled a little funky but the lake had cleaned him pretty good. Steve stuck out his tongue and started to lick at his cousin's tight little bunghole.

While he tongued Shane's rosebud he reached down and began to work his own fat cock that had stiffened up again when he returned to the tent. He began to eat out Shane's ass more aggressively. He fucked the tight hole with his tongue and then decided that he needed more. He was convinced that fucking his cousin would wake him up and probably get Steve a serious pounding (and not in the good way), but a finger or two wouldn't hurt.

He gobbed his finger up with spit to lube it and circled it around Shane's tight hole. He pressed gently on the button, watching Shane's body for any sign of distress. Slowly he worked it into Shane’s ass. His ass was hot and moist and the muscles spasmed as he wiggled his finger around. The feeling of being inside his cousin in this way, secretly without his knowing it, made Steve’s dick pulse in his free hand.

He started to finger-fuck Shane, working his digit in and out of his cousin's man cunt, as he jerked himself off. Within seconds, an electric surge of pleasure washed over Steve, and he began to cum in his fist and all over himself.

As he blew his load, he decided to go for broke and shoved his index finger all the way into Shane cunt up to his last knuckle. His cum shot out of his dick and landed on Shane's leg.

Four thick blasts of cum painted Shane's thigh and the back of his knee before his orgasm subsided.

Finally relaxed, Steve set to work to clean up what he had done. He bent over his cousin's leg and licked his own cum off. He paused, spending a little bit of extra time licking out the pit behind his knee, before moving up to Shane's hairy thigh. He lapped it all up like a dog and then rolled over onto his own sleeping bag. Completely exhausted, with his own and his cousin's cum flavor lingering in his mouth, he fell asleep.

When Shane woke in the morning, he rolled over and was greeted by Steve’s morning wood right in his face. It actually bumped into his lips and cheek. He jumped and then woke Steve and told him to take care of his morning woodie for him. Steve was willing to oblige Shane and then Shane mentioned falling asleep and having a weird dream but wanted to fuck Steve’s tight ass this morning. Steve said it was not going to happen. There were just too many people already up and walking around. Surely they would hear Steve if he made any noise in pain.

This day was devoted mainly to packing up the camping materials and cleaning up the camp sites. Steve took down his tent and packed his bags before informing his family that he was going down to the lake to swim for a while before they left.

It was Labor Day and the water was warm. Steve swam out deep and floated on the surface of the lake. His mind, preoccupied with Shane for the last two days, was back to thinking about his coming exploits in college.

As he walked the long path through the woods back to camp, Shane suddenly stepped out from a side path. He stood in Steve's way. Steve's first thought was that Shane somehow knew that he had fingered him the night before, but how?

"Hey Stevie," Shane said. He had a half-cocked grin on his face. "I told you yesterday that I haven't gotten a crack at Rachel's cunt for a week and a half, and that's just too long for a guy like me to go without fucking."

"That's too bad, Shane. Don’t get so fucked up and maybe she’ll let you have some pussy," Steve replied, taking a step back.

"It's too bad for you Stevie, 'cause I'm gonna take a piece of your pussy. I'm going to bend you over and ram my cock up your ass and cum in your pussy." Shane was moving closer to him now. He rubbed his growing cock through his shorts as he stepped forward.

Steve was a little worried about Shane's aggressiveness in the sack. "Shane, I'm not sure … I…"

"I'm sure, Stevie. I'm sure I want it, and I'm sure you're gonna give it to me." Shane lunged forward and wrapped his arms around Steve. Before he even knew what was happening, Shane had lifted him off the ground. He threw Steve over his shoulder and carried him off into the woods, like a caveman taking his bitch back to his cave.

After a few minutes of walking, Shane put Steve down. They were deep in the woods now…far from hearing distance of the camping area. The ground was damp underneath Steve's bare feet and he was surrounded by underbrush. The mid-afternoon sun streamed down through the trees. Steve was both blown away by the sexy romantic scene and terrified about getting fucked by his horned-up cousin with his huge cock.

Shane pushed Steve up against a tree. The bark scraped at the skin on his chest. With no warning, he jerked Steve's shorts off. The rough fabric scratched his skin as it went down.

"What the fuck, man?" Steve said loudly.

Shane's hand came up over Steve's mouth. He pressed down on his face hard and used the bulk of his body to smash Steve into the tree. Steve could feel Shane breathing hard against his neck.

"Listen, you keep making fucking noise like this and we're going to be found out. You don't want that do you? You want the whole family to know you're a cock-sucking slut?" Shane asked.

Steve shook his head.

"Good. So shut the fuck up. Understand…STEVIE?"

Steve nodded.

"Now, I'm going to give you what you've wanted all weekend, my cock up your ass. I don't care if you think you want to get fucked by me or not. You didn't ask before you sucked my dick in the middle of the night, so I'm not going to ask if I can tear your pussy up fucking you."

Steve could feel Shane's hard rod pressed against his ass. It was the biggest, thickest cock he had ever seen. He was terrified what it was going to do to his near-virgin asshole.

"I want you to get my cock wet so that it will slide into you. I'm going to let you go and you are going to get on your knees and slime up my cock. If you try to run, I will catch you and fuck you raw; push my dick into your tight pussy dry… No lube! So don’t fuckin’ run. Do you understand?" Shane asked.

Steve didn't respond. He didn't know what he wanted or what he should do. His cock was hard, he knew that. Getting taken like this had always been one of his fantasies. But here and now, in the moment, he was pretty freaked out.

Shane pushed against him harder into the tree trunk. "UNDERSTAND?"

Steve nodded. When Shane released the pressure on him, Steve turned around, stepped out of his shorts, and slid down onto his knees. He reached up and unzipped Shane's cargo shorts.

"That's a good boy." Shane said, "It'll be better for you if you realize that you're the slave to my horny fuckin’ cock. OK, Stevie."

Shane's shorts fell to the ground and Steve was confronted by his monster cock again. It was half-hard, thick and veiny, but still a little soft. It hung down in front of Shane's perfectly toned body. Shane's piercing hung from the tip like an ornament, and his foreskin covered the head.

Shane's muscular arm came into Steve's field of vision and aimed the cock at Steve's face. Shane slid back his foreskin as his cock hardened.

"Get in there and clean me up, Stevie." he ordered.

Steve knew he wanted it. He leaned forward and grabbed Shane's now-hard cock. He ran his tongue over Shane's slit and then slid his tongue under his hood. Shane's cock had gotten pretty funky over the last two days. The musky smell of Shane's crotch filled Steve's nostrils as he got his first taste of the tangy residue that clung to Shane's knob. He sucked on the head and tried to get the dick as wet and slick as possible.

"Jesus, cuz. I've never met anyone, woman or faggot, who loved dick as much as you. You're even getting off on my nasty smell, aren’t you?" Shane said.

Steve answered in the affirmative by doubling his efforts on Shane's dick. Shane pulled his head off his cock and said, "If you like my cheesy dick, you're going love my balls." He shoved Steve's head under his sack, so that his mouth was sucking the bottom of his scrotum while his sweaty balls sat on Steve's face.

"Lick it up. Lick up all my sweat, you little cock slut." Shane told him.

Steve ran his tongue around Shane's balls and over the skin of his nut sack. Shane tasted salty and there was a slight smell of body odor – not like what you smell in armpits, but the hot, musky smell of man cock.

"Ok, spit on it a couple of times. I'm ready to get inside of your cunt hole," Shane said.

Steve pulled up as much spit and phlegm as he could muster and spit on Shane's cock. He knew it was not going to be enough to make the ride smooth, and his nervousness returned. He stood up and turned around.

"Bend over a little, you bitch." Shane told him while manhandling Steve into his preferred position. Steve gripped the tree and braced himself for an assault.

Shane's body was up against his again and his cock was dripping precum onto Steve's ass cheek. Shane spit a few times on Steve's backside and Steve felt the spit running down his ass crack. Shane's hand came down and pushed the spit toward his hole.

Suddenly, with no warning at all, one of Shane's thick fingers invaded his asshole. Steve gasped loudly. Shane's free hand was quickly on the back of his neck.

"Be quiet!" Shane hissed.

Steve whimpered as quietly as he could as Shane's thick digit continued to push the saliva into his bung hole. After a few more gobs of spit and a few more harsh invasions of Steve's ass, Shane decided he was ready to fuck his cousin.

"Oh yeah, Stevie," he said, "Your boy pussy is dripping wet. You ready for my cock, baby?"

Steve wanted it and he knew it. No matter how much it would hurt, he wanted his cousin's dick in his ass bad. He nodded to let Shane know he was ready.

"Ok. I'm gonna push into your cunt quick, Stevie. It's just like ripping off a band-aid," he said.

Steve knew this was not a good strategy. He knew that when you're getting fucked up the ass, slow and steady is the way to go. He was going to protest, when suddenly Shane shoved his cock up into him. He felt like he was being jabbed with a hot fire poker up the ass.

"Aahhh," Steve groaned.

Shane's hand rubbed his belly and his mouth came to his ear. "Shh, baby. You've got a couple of inches in you. You like my big dick in your cunt, don't you Stevie?"

Steve nodded.

"Here comes the rest. I'm gonna fill your pussy up with my cock, baby. Then I'm gonna shoot you full of my hot slimy baby makers in your tight little cunt," Shane said as he pushed the last six inches of his dick into Steve’s asshole.

Steve could feel his guts push out of the way as Shane's monster cock pushed into his ass. His ass lips stung as the basically dry dick made its way into his boy cunt. He felt a dull ache as Shane's cock pushed further and further into him. Finally, just when he felt like he couldn't take another inch, Steve felt Shane's wiry pubes against his ass cheeks.

Shane continued to rub Steve's stomach. "I'm all the way in you, baby. You like my big cock in your gut?"

Steve was breathing hard and trying to accommodate the ten or so inches of dick that were lodged up his ass.

"Do you like my cock in your gut?" Shane asked sternly as he ground his groin into Steve.

"Yes." Steve said, "I love it. Please just go easy for now."

"Good" Shane told him. Slowly Shane eased several inches of his dick out of Steve, then he shoved it back in. He thrust in and out like this four or five times. Steve was alternately overcome with pleasure then pain. Just when he felt that he was going to beg Shane to take it out of him, another wave of pleasure would come and wash the thought out of his mind.

After another thrust or two Shane stopped. "This isn't working," he said. "Get down on your knees. I'm gonna fuck you doggy style."

With Shane's huge cock still up his ass, Steve moved down onto all fours. His hands planted in the moist, compost-like forest floor. He felt like he was being defiled in the Garden of Eden.

"Much better," Shane said. He then proceeded to fuck Steve’s ass hard. His thrusts were not long but deep. Each time he pushed back in Shane pushed until his pelvis was pressed against Steve's ass.

"I'm gonna breed your ass, cuz. I'm gonna shoot my cum deep inside of your cunt," Shane said while pounding Steve's hole.

Steve moaned, "Oh god, give it to me, Shane. Fill my pussy up."

Shane's fucking was intense and aggressive but mercifully short. After only three or four minutes he was ready to cum. As his orgasm neared, he began to pull out even farther to maximize the sensations in his dick. Steve was now getting drilled with eight or nine inches of cock with every thrust.

"Here it comes, Stevie. Here come my baby makers," Shane growled in Steve's ear.

Steve had been fucked by guys with smaller cocks several times, and he was used to feeling a cock swell in his ass just before the guy cums, but he had never actually felt the cum shoot before. This time, because Shane shot such a huge load, Steve could feel the cum gushing inside of him. He could actually feel the added pressure of Shane's load.

Shane collapsed on top of his cousin and the added weight caused Steven to collapse into the forest floor. Steve was breathing hard, as was Shane. After they had caught their breath, Shane pulled out of Steve and stood up.

"You've got a tight pussy, cuz. Probably the best pussy I've ever fucked," Shane said as he used Steve's boxer briefs to clean off his slimy dick.

"You're welcome," Steve sneered, his asshole still burning from the fuck.

"Don't be a bitch about this, Stevie. Five minutes ago you were begging me for it." Shane tossed the underwear onto Steve's face. "Now jack yourself off and get back to the campsite before your folks come looking for you." Shane said as he pulled on his clothes. Steve just lay on the moist dirt, trying to recover from the fucking he just endured.

"Jack yourself off, NOW" Shane ordered.

Steve rolled over. His dick was still hard and drooling precum. He started to pull on it as Shane watched.

"Good boy. Don't ever forget who's boss." Shane said as he turned around, "See you at Thanksgiving."

Steve watched his Adonis of a cousin walk away and then relived the weekend in his mind. He shot a huge load over his chest. Realizing that he would soon be missed back at the campsite, he jogged back to the lake to cleaned up. He'd just finished squeezing the last of Shane out of his ass when his father hollered out to him in the water, "You ready to head for home?"

When Steve stood up to come out of the water his father had come down to the water to get him and saw that he was sporting a hard-on, and he said to Steve, "Jesus, Son, that one hell of a weapon of mass destruction you're packing there. Did you just tap a chick or are you happy to see me?" And then he laughed.

Steve was walking out with his hands over his erection and said, "Dad, why don't you head back and I'll meet you back at the camp site."

"That's all right we're all packed, I'll just sit for a minute and wait for you to get dressed." His dad said, and he sat on the log not four feet from where Steve had dropped his dirty underwear and his shorts and t-shirt.

When Steve arrived back to where his father was sitting on the log where he'd left his clothes, he wanted to die when he saw his underwear there with the remnants of fuck slime that Shane had wiped his cock off with. He bent to pick up his cargo shorts and tossed the underwear under the downed tree in hopes that his father didn't and wouldn't see the nasty underwear. He pulled his shorts up and tucked his now semi-limp dick into the fly before doing his shorts up.

He was shocked when his father made a comment, "Hey Steve, goin' commando today? Watch out you don't catch that big boy in your zipper or you'll be screaming all the way home." And then he smiled at his son as he watched Steve tuck his cock and balls into his shorts and zip up.

When Steve had his shorts and sandals on and grabbed his t-shirt, his dad put his arm over Steve's shoulder and said, "I'm really gonna miss you when you go off to college. I hope we'll still get to see you often. I love you, son." And he hugged Steve and then kissed him on the forehead. Steve returned the hug and then they started walking back up the trail.

He was already looking forward to his trip home at Thanksgiving. His dick was getting hard as they walked back to the campsite to head home.

In the end, Steve was glad his parents had forced him to come to the family reunion.