Fantasy Lifestyles 2/Fantasy Lifestyles 2.iso/agt/tailspin.txt

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                              TAILSPIN

 Looking back, it's  hard to believe that once I  had only a passing
 interest in my cousin Robert.  Very hard to believe considering the
 chain of events that have since led to an obsession.

 It's  not that  I never  noticed Robert's  obvious attributes: blue
 eyes, blond  hair, a sly look,  a fantastic physique, and  the most
 promising crotch. But  he had always been just  cousin Robert. That
 is until he plowed into the ocean with his motorcycle and I had the
 chance to see him in a different way.

 Robert, always a devil on  wheels, defied nature, the elements, and
 even fate. One summer night  he decided to ride his Harley-Davidson
 on the  beach. In a gesture  of real ballsiness, he  aimed his bike
 right  for the  sea. The  force of  the machine  colliding with the
 crashing waves sent my cousin flying.  He broke a leg in two places
 and was hospitalized within the hour. He lay there for days: bored,
 impatient, and  increasingly horny. Robert was  one of the horniest
 people  who ever  lived! What  a  great  time for  me to  enter the
 picture.

 When I saw  him in the hospital he  looked absolutely defeated. His
 left hand was under his head, and  he propped himself up a bit when
 I entered  the room.  There were  no other  visitors and  a curtain
 concealed Robert from the patient in the next bed.

 "Hey, pal!"  That's his typical  greeting. His right  hand shot out
 and I took  it. He shook it hard before  releasing the grip. I also
 took notice  of the mound where  his crotch rested. The  outline of
 his hips and thighs was clear; and I was tempted to touch, but held
 back.

 "Dumb fuckin' thing to do," Robert said.

 "Yes, it was," l said.

 "Rode into the fuckin' ocean."

 "Why?"

 "For the feelin'! Had to have it."

 He moved his  left leg which, miraculously wasn't  injured. I could
 now see the  full shape of his dick and  the delicious roundness of
 his  balls. I  sat on  the edge   of the  bed and  my side  touched
 Robert's thigh. Something electric ran through my body, I trembled.

 "What's the matter?" Robert asked.

 "Nothing," I said. "Uh--where's the Harley?"

 "They're  fixin' it.  It'll be  okay. Everything's  okay except  my
 hard-ons." I was stunned. He said it so matter-of-factly.

 "What hard-ons?" I asked.

 "The ones  I have all  day long. It  kills me when  those lights go
 out. It gets rock hard, and here I am with nothin' to fuck."

 He was  rougher than I had  ever imagined him to  be. Strangely, it
 made him more appealing than ever.

 "Look at this bandage," he said as he ripped the cover off him. His
 upper left  leg and the area  just below the knee  were bandaged. I
 wasn't looking  at his leg; my  eyes drifted toward his  groin. His
 dick  was big,  thick, and  very red  at the  tip. His balls looked
 swollen (I later discovered they  were always that size, just about
 a palm-full). The hospital  gown was pulled above his  navel; I saw
 little ringlets of golden pubic hair that practically hid his belly
 button.  Robert had  one of  the most  beautiful bodies  I had ever
 seen. I  could feel the  heat coming from  him, and it  was burning
 into my  body. I pressed myself  closer to him, and  gently touched
 his  leg with  my fingers.  I pressed  where the  highest break had
 occurred.

 "Hurt there?" I asked.

 "No, that feels good. Keep rubbing."

 I gently massaged  his leg. I slowly  moved my fingers down  to the
 other break just below the knee. Robert squirmed a little.

 "That's my hot spot," he laughed.

 "Hot spot?"

 "Yeah, the  hottest. Just around the  knee. I love to  have my knee
 sucked. I can't wait to get out of here."

 I playfully put my mouth over Robert's knee. I licked it, and moved
 my tongue rapidly. He nearly jumped out of the bed.

 "Is that  what you mean?" I  asked, hoping he wouldn't  guess I was
 serious about making it with him.

 "Oh, Christ, if  you only knew what that does  to me," he said. His
 voice cried  out for more, and  he had that glistening  look in his
 eyes; my 21-year-old cousin was practically begging for more, and I
 was going to give it to him.

 I drew the curtain  around his bed and dimmed  the light to conceal
 our shadows.  Robert spread his  legs further apart  and raised the
 hospital gown above his chest. He was definitely ready. I placed my
 mouth over his knee, and sucked  his kneecap. His dick hardened and
 the head was  throbbing. He reached down and  caressed his balls. I
 gently removed  his hand, substituted  my own and  rolled his balls
 gently. I  blew a steady  stream of air  over them and  watched the
 hairs  quiver. I  put the  tip of  my tongue  on one  of the balls,
 Robert moaned so loudly that I instinctively covered his mouth with
 my hand. He laughed softly and promised to control himself.

 Now I  did what I had  dreamed of doing (what  I must have secretly
 yearned to do  for years). I took Robert's balls  into my mouth and
 sucked them  until the little  tight valleys of  flesh softened and
 became warm and  moist. I inhaled his skin  and touched his swollen
 dick.

 So this was the weapon, the great  tool with which he had opened so
 many willing victims. I licked its tip, tasted it, the little shiny
 and sticky substance so sweet on  my tongue. Then I placed my mouth
 over the dick and took it into  my throat. I felt it touch the back
 of my  gullet, and I  allowed it  to  slide in and  out. Robert was
 doing the fucking  and enjoying it immensely! The  hot juice gushed
 into me, and I  felt my mouth swell with his cum.  It had the scent
 of coconut, the taste of sweet  chunks of fresh coconut. I drew the
 last drop out  of him and his body tightened,  all wired and tense,
 until he collapsed with a final moan. He didn't care who heard him.
 I wiped his  dick and pressed the  sheet lightly to his  balls. His
 face was flushed, damp to the touch, and he looked drained.

 He was also  a little too grateful. He gave  the impression that he
 had just received the finest gift imaginable. I left without saying
 a word, with  only the sweet, fresh  taste and the strong  scent of
 Robert as my companion.

 I wondered  if our  session would  be one  of those isolated things
 never to  be repeated. Would Robert  ever acknowledge that anything
 had happened, or would he be overcome by shame and guilt?

 All my  fears and wonderings were  cleared up the next  day. Robert
 was waiting,  the curtain already  drawn three quarters  of the way
 around  his bed.  He was  propped up  with the  sheet raised to his
 belly.  He had  removed the  hospital gown  and his wonderful chest
 heaved with anticipation; he was ready.  With a gentle tug, he took
 my hand and pressed it to the bulge of his crotch. He moved my hand
 back and forth until I felt the delightful hardness of his dick and
 the tightness of  those great balls. He threw the  sheet off with a
 dramatic flair  his cock stood on  its own strength. It  reared and
 seemed  ready to  challenge me.  I accepted  it grandly! Robert had
 timed the appearances of the nurses with their thermometers, little
 paper  cups,  and  pills  so  we  wouldn't  be  disturbed.  He also
 eliminated  all  afternoon  visits  from  anyone  in the family. He
 virtually prepared the place for us.

 When I returned the following day I noticed that the patient in the
 bed next to Robert was gone. I was assured the man did not die, but
 whatever  was wrong  had healed.  On our  third day together Robert
 obviously  wanted something  different. He  was on  his stomach (by
 some  inventive manipulation  he had  managed to  get on  his belly
 without disturbing the broken leg).  With his arms outstretched, he
 looked more  vulnerable than ever. He  asked me to stroke  his back
 and then his buns; I spread his  cheeks wide and stuck my finger up
 his ass.  I felt his body  jerk, heard his moans,  and saw his butt
 rise. I pressed  my lips to taste the sweet  skin of Robert's buns,
 and I licked  the saltiness of those great  golden-white mounds. He
 gasped  for more,  and I   inserted another  finger into  his hole,
 spreading it, feeling  it expand. I opened him  as wide as possible
 and  gently tongued  his anus,  lightly licking  the matted  hairs.
 Robert nearly fell off the bed.

 Victory!  I had  anticipated it.  It bolstered  my belief that most
 straights, once  aroused, want the final,  complete penetration; my
 cousin was no exception. His buns remained high and they moved with
 a will of their own.  It had been a long time since  I had fucked a
 virgin; I was going to enjoy  this. Robert's hob was hot and tight;
 it seemed to  grab at my dick, wrap itself  around it, pull my cock
 in  without letting  go, and  hold  just  tight enough  so that  it
 couldn't slip  out. Robert seemed  made for fucking,  built for it.
 His buns were all muscle.

 "I want  to feel it  shoot in me.  I never felt  like this before,"
 Robert screamed.

 When I  shot I gave  him the full  thrust of my  dick, reaching the
 deepest part of him. He gasped, moaned, then whimpered deliciously.

 I stroked his neck,  kissed his ear and inhaled  the wheat scent of
 his golden hair  He seemed relieved, and so  wonderfully rested. He
 had shot a load of sperm on  the bed, and his belly was coated with
 cum.

 He loved the fuck I had just  thrown him. All the time he had spent
 indiscriminately fucking  the world was  a cover; he  really wanted
 the world to fuck him. Well I  wasn't the world, but it was a fuck;
 one to be  repeated, on a daily basis. Robert  and I had the luxury
 of  this hospital  room privacy  for several  more days. We enjoyed
 each   other,  and   invented  new   games  like   "  the  doctor's
 examination."

 Robert had secured a thermometer--still  in its little container of
 alcohol. He wanted  me to pretend to take  his temperature. What he
 really  wanted  was  an  object  in  his  ass, something different,
 something other than fingers and a dick. So we played doctor!

 I pretended  he had  a high  temperature, and  the only  thing that
 would  bring it  down was  a good  fuck (I  applied the remedy). We
 pretended the solution to nameless, ambiguous illnesses was a long,
 hot suck which led to a miraculous orgasm relieving all illness and
 discomfort.

 For five days my cousin and I  played our games in the little room.
 The one thing  Robert wanted to do seemed  impossible. He wanted to
 fuck  me,  but  he  couldn't  manipulate  his  body. I provided the
 solution. The two  of us stripped, and I  placed myself between his
 legs. I raised my buns and  sat on his red- tipped erection. Slowly
 I eased down, feeling his dick part  my asscheeks. I had never felt
 so filled, so swollen. I rode Robert until he exploded. I bent over
 him, letting the tip of my  tongue touch his. The fire and wildness
 of that moment blocked out everything, even the scream of the nurse
 who  had suddenly  entered the  room and  thrown back  the curtain;
 Robert was released from the hospital the next day.

 A throng  of anxious  young women  escorted him  home, and they did
 everything Robert  asked. It was  over, I thought.  Those wonderful
 afternoons in  the hospital room  would be only  memo- ries. Robert
 was  home and  that meant  an  endless  procession of  cunt. I  was
 inwardly  furious, but  outwardly smiling.  I remember  the pain of
 standing in  Robert's bedroom, leaning  inconspicuously against the
 wall, and recalling those afternoons. Would it ever happen again? I
 watched  the girls,  their eyes  darting hungrily  over my cousin's
 body. No, I would never have him again.

 Just when I expected to be placed  in a private, quiet pocket of my
 cousin's memory, he called. We  got together. I asked no questions.
 Robert, still  hobbling, managed to get  himself on his motorcycle.
 He insisted that I  ride with him. It had been years,  but I took a
 chance. I was not about to let this go.

 "What do I hold onto?" I asked.

 "My dick," he said. "You just hold on to that cock for dear life!"

 So  I  grabbed  his  meat  and  we  enjoyed  the warmth of an early
 afternoon  ride.  We  rode  to  the  beach,  the  scene of Robert's
 accident. We  drove on the hard  packed sand and felt  the spray of
 ocean.

 Later that  afternoon we discovered  a private dune,  and its high,
 sharp  grasses provided  a blind.   We stripped  and spent  the day
 fucking, sucking  and licking each  other. Robert truly  craved me.
 Everything else had been a pose,  a pretense, made necessary by the
 role playing that he felt was  expected. Now he didn't care. He had
 felt  the wonderful,  sweeping pleasures   of dick  up his  ass and
 wanted more.

 We rode off bare ass, holding each other and laughing. We rode into
 the ocean as well, but were careful  not to be reckless. We rode as
 lovers, as  cousins who had  experienced the greatest  blood-thrill
 possible.

 "Incest is best," he shouted at the top of his lungs, and the beach
 and the breakers seemed to echo the cliche.

 "Kissin' cousins," I said.

 It was  the greatest summer  possible. We made  love in the  dunes,
 wrapped  ourselves in  seaweed, licked  the salt  from each other's
 bodies  and, at  least once  each week,  we tested  our bravery  by
 riding into the ocean.

 Nothing much has changed. Robert and I have been making it for many
 years,  but the  memory of  that summer  is something  special. The
 sight and  scent of that  golden young man;  his proud ass  raised,
 demanding  that I  enter it;  my dick  throbbing and exploding deep
 into his hot  body; the tongues meeting and  the saliva mixing--all
 remind me that Robert and I were more than just "kissing cousins."

 Fucking considerably more!