I'm Cam Wood and my name can be used as author and my e-mail can be published with story.
This story is a complete work of fiction and all characters are copyrighted to Warner Bros. Television. This is not a representation of the sexuality of the actors. On TNT's new Dallas show, Josh Henderson plays John Ross Ewing and Jesse Metcalfe plays Christopher Ewing.
"John Ross," J.R. said squinting his eyes, "you take a filly and you break her in. Don't you forget that. I had a quarter horse when I was 14. Some said, 'She's too young!' She wasn't. And after I broke her in, she did whatever I told her. You hold on to those reigns, boy."
"No offense there, but if you were so wise, I'm guessing Momma wouldn't have left you so many times, now would she?"
"Oh, but she came back, boy. She came back plenty of times."
J.R. Ewing threw his head back as he laughed. John Ross just shook his head.
What his daddy didn't know is that this wasn't John Ross's big concern. Yeah, John Ross Ewing III had already had plenty of women and could probably keep Elena Ramos from even thinking about getting back with Christopher. And, hell, he had a decent seven inches on him that was, more importantly, beer can size in width. So breaking that bitch in and keeping her in line wouldn't be too hard. Never had been before. He could keep a bitch in line with his dick but, need be, he wasn't opposed to putting one over his knee for a good old fashioned bare bottom lesson in who's the boss.
The problem was, and this is what his daddy would never understand, the bitch he wanted more than anything, the bitch he longed to make his wasn't a woman.
Even worse than it being a guy, it was his cousin.
He'd wanted Christopher since they both hit puberty.
John Ross had sprouted hair first and it grew in thicker than Christopher's crotch hair. Same with their pits. And they'd go out to the barn, hide up in the hay stack and compare each other's progress. Up until then, he and Christopher had competed pretty much equally. There were things John Ross could do best, like throw a baseball, and things like Christopher could do best, like shoot a gun.
Maybe he took after his crazy mother?
Not Pamela Ewing. That was Christopher's adopted mother. Christopher's real mother was Kristin. Kristin was Sue Ellen's sister. Sue Ellen was John Ross's mother. At some point, Kristin betrayed her sister and slept with J.R. Then Kristin shot him and created a huge stir. At first, she tried to pass Christopher off as J.R.'s son. But when that didn't work, Bobby and Pam ended up with him as their adopted son.
Though Christopher wasn't an Ewing, thanks to their biological mothers, he and John Ross were cousins.
And old J.R.'s head would probably shoot off if he ever learned how much John Ross wanted his cousin.
Up in that hay stack, there had been opportunity. Supposedly, Aunt Lucy had carried on with just about every man in Dallas at some point up there.
And Christopher was in awe of John Ross's growth. The hairs that had been sprouting, the length and width of his cock, the man that John Ross was becoming.
But for some stupid reason, seeing that awe made John Ross want to move slow. Like they were going steady or something. Took two weeks of show and smell before he tried to get Christopher to do more than sniff at his balls. "Go ahead, just a little lick." And Christopher did it. Once and then over and over without being asked. John Ross didn't even have to touch his own pecker, he was spewing cum just from the tongue bath he was getting.
And the ass on that boy.
John Ross wanted to be the one to pop Christopher's cherry.
But just when he was moving towards getting Christopher used to practicing kissing on each other and kissing on John Ross cock, his momma up and sent him off to boarding school.
It was several years before John Ross saw Christopher again.
And by then, that sexy little bitch was hotter than ever but also had a girl on his arm every time you turned around.
And played clueless about what used to happen between him and his cousin in the hayloft.
John Ross didn't see how he could have forgotten that.
He noticed something else different about Christopher: he was cocky.
And he just got cockier each damn year. John Ross knew if he'd tossed him one, if he'd plowed Christopher good and hard, he wouldn't be so cocky now. And if he'd plowed him, no way Christopher could pretend to forget that.
Seeing him so cocky since his wedding to Rebecca really pissed John Ross off. Christopher, a non-blood Ewing, was strutting around Southfork Ranch like it was his for the taking. And damn, that boy could strut. Juicy butt swinging all over. Damn, John Ross wanted to pump that. He'd tap it as quick as an oil well.
He looked around. J.R. had been gone for an hour. Rebecca was off with that man she pretended was her brother. Bobby and Ann had gone away for the weekend. Elena had stormed off pissed at John Ross. Where was Christopher?
John Ross went to Christopher and Rebecca's bedroom.
He knew his cousin wasn't there. But he wasn't looking for him. He was looking for a pair of Christopher's underwear. He walked past the bed over to the bathroom and, sure enough, the hamper was full. Digging around, he found a green thong. He didn't think Rebecca was all that to look at to begin with but in a green thong she was probably even --
Woah.
This thong was for a big booty. Rebecca barely had an ass on her. This had to be Christopher's thong.
John Ross studied it and stroked it. He pulled the back side up to his face and sniffed hard.
"Oh, yeah, that bitch is in heat," John Ross growled.
Pressing it against his nose with one hand, he used the other to release his stiff monster and he started hammering away. Damn, his cousin's ass smelled fine and funky. What he wouldn't give to have his tongue up that.
He pictured that moment when he would penetrate Christopher, take his cherry, and how he'd be on top of his cousin, looking him in the eye, seeing the pain from being taken and seeing that pain or not pain, Christopher took it because it's what he needed. And wanted.
That dirty bitch.
With that John Ross erupted.
He reached in the hamper, found a blue shirt of Christopher's and wiped his cum off on that. He was wadding up the shirt when a thunder clap seemed to echo across the ranch and suddenly rain began pouring down.
Maybe it would last a minute, maybe it was another one of those Texas flash floods. He didn't care. He was inside and dry.
He walked around the empty house with his cock still flopping out of his fly. He taught himself to walk from the crotch by doing this. He did everything from the crotch. His cock was his best friend alright.
But they weren't alone. There was a loud stomping on the front porch. A soaking wet Christopher came hurrying in with a beach towel he must have grabbed when he passed the pool.
John Ross managed to stuff his tool back in his pants before Christopher noticed him.
"Damn, cuz, you're getting water on everything."
For the first time, Christopher noticed John Ross in the room.
"Yeah, I was out riding and the storm just blew in. I got back here as quick as I could but, yeah, I got soaked."
"Well it's just us, partner, take off that wet shirt."
Nodding, Christopher crossed his wrists and grabbed the front hem of his shirt to pull it up and off.
John Ross was enjoying the show. Christopher had puffy pecs. Shapely and fine. A little more round to him and the bitch would need a training bra. Best of all, they were smooth and they had the pinkest nipples. They were hard from the rain and cold and had to be sticking out at least an inch from the pecs.
As Christopher tossed the shirt aside, John Ross grabbed the beach towel Christopher brought in with him.
"Hey, not too bad, this is almost dry. Okay, well take off your pants, they look soaked too."
Shaking his head, Christopher insistead he was fine.
"Christopher," John Ross said dropping his voice an octave, "I said take off your damn pants."
He didn't know why he'd done that. It was instinct. Shortly after he learned to walk from the crotch, he became a pure sex machine, able to sense when to press and how to press to get what he wanted and right now he wanted Christopher in as few clothes as possible.
Sexy boy had already kicked off his shoes and was now pulling down those pants.
Oh this was too much. He had on a thong like the one John Ross had been sniffing. Only this one was pink.
"Red," Christopher insisted. "It's faded with washings."
"Looks pink to me, pretty boy. Since you got that thong on and it's just us, why don't you come over here and give me a little lap dance?"
"Grow up," Christopher groaned, rolling his eyes. "I'm getting something from the bar. You want something?"
"Yeah," John Ross said watching Christopher walk past him. "Grab me a beer."
As he said "beer," he reached out and slapped Christopher on the ass.
"Owww! Cut it out!"
"Or what? Stop our whining and get me that beer."
Christopher looked at John Ross for a moment and then looked away.
Yeah, thought John Ross, I'm claiming what's mine tonight.
A few minutes later, Christopher was back drinking a beer and attempting to hand one to John Ross.
Only John Ross grabbed his wrist and somehow spun him around with Christopher ending up sitting in John Ross's lap. Any thoughts Christopher might have had that this was some kind of a joke were dismissed by the hard lump in the front of John Ross's pants, the lump John Ross was grinding against Christopher's ass.
He tried to stand up but John Ross gripped his beer with one hand and had the other arm pressed against Christopher's chest, holding him, forcing the two of them together.
"You're not going anywhere you little bitch," John Ross hissed as he tongued Christopher's ear lobe causing moans until he bit it sharply.
"You really going to pretend you don't remember what we used to do, huh? Sexy little bitch like you struts around in that girlie underwear trying to make me break out in a sweat, trying to get me all hot and bothered and doing it for one reason only: You do remember. You remember sniffing my balls, licking those big nuts and learning to kiss and suck my thick cock. Tell me I'm lying, Chrissy, telling me I'm lying."
Christopher shook his head "no" quickly, too quickly but John Ross had already reached and grabbed his right nipple, tugging it hard, causing Christopher to gasp and then moan.
"You like that, baby? You like it when I play with your titties?"
Christopher couldn't respond, he was moaning too hard.
With a lusty growl, John Ross stood and carried Christopher to his bedroom. He tossed him on the bed, the bed Christopher made love to Rebecca. He ripped open his own shirt and started stepping out of his boots while a nervous Christopher stared. So beautiful and so scared. Christopher's fear was turning him on, making his cock lick precum all in his boxers. As he pulled down his boxers, Christopher suddenly spoke, "Don't!"
John Ross' eye brows shot up in a what-did-you-say manner. He looked at Christopher for a second before sitting down on the bed and dragging his cousin across his lap. He noted only token resistance.
Arranging him just so, John Ross looked at the plump ass and couldn't wait to be inside it. But right now, right now that little fanny needed some color, needed some warming up.
"John Ross, what are you doing?"
He grabbed a beefy butt cheek and squeezed.
"John Ross?"
Christopher's voice broke. There was real fear. John Ross savored the sound. Then he let his left hand slam into that round, chubby ass.
"Ow!"
"Did that hurt, baby?" John Ross asked, his voice filled with concern.
"Yes! That hurt bad."
"Good," John Ross laughed and got down to spanking his sexy cousin, enjoying Christopher bucking back and forth across his lap, hissing at him to stop, demanding he stop, and then, that great moment when Christopher started to cry.
"You remembering what we did in the hayloft yet?"
"Yes," Christopher said sobbing.
"And you remembered all along, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Wasn't nice to lie to me, Christopher," John Ross said slapping that hot ass again.
"Oww! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Yeah, you are. Beg for forgiveness, let me hear you beg," John Ross said through gritted teeth as he really tore into Christopher's ass.
"I'm sorry, John Ross, I was bad, I was a bad boy."
"You were a bad little boy!"
"I was -- OWWW!!!! -- I was a bad little boy! I'll be good!!! OOOWWWW!!!! I'll be good!!!"
"Daddy!"
"What?"|
"You say: 'I'll be a good boy, Daddy!'"
"Ow! OWWW! I'll be a good boy, Daddy! Owww! Daddy, I'll be good! I promise, Daddy!"
"That's right you do," John Ross chuckled as he ran his hand along that hot, red ass.
"And you know what else, Christopher?"
"No, what?" Christopher asked sniffling and trying to calm down.
"I'm going to make sure you keep that promise. Your mine now. Go get some lube."
"Lube? I don't have any lube?"
"Go find something in the bathroom or I'll take you dry."
Gulping John Ross hopped to his feet and hurried to the bathroom. John Ross enjoyed the show and then shucked his boxers and sprawled out on the bed.
A shy Christopher stepped out of the bathroom.
"I put some in."
"You what?" asked John Ross.
"I put some lubricant on my crack. It's done. I don't want you sticking your finger up there."
John Ross grabbed his hard cock, stuck out his tongue and laughed, "I'm going to stick a lot more than my finger up that ass. Get over here, baby, come to Daddy."
Christopher stepped closer to the bed and, grabbing a wrist, John Ross pulled him onto the bed and on top of him as he started kissing his still somewhat reluctant cousin.
"John Ross, I'm not sure about this. We never did this and we're not kids anymore and --"
John Ross grabbed Christopher by the shoulders, bringing Christopher's meaty, full pecs up to his mouth. John Ross's tongue stuck and he began licking Christopher's right nipple causing Christopher to sigh and stop talking.
"Baby, likes that?" he asked before biting it.
"John Ross!"
Ignoring his cousin, John Ross started sucking on the nipple causing Christopher to gasp and begin moaning as John Ross sucked and chewed on the nipple.
"You ready to be fucked now? You ready for me to breed you, Christopher?"
Pressing his face into John Ross's, Christopher nodded.
Christopher rolled over on his back and spread his legs as he watched his cousin climb in between them. John Ross reached under Christopher's balls to get access to that untouched crack.
"Yeah, baby, you greased that up, but you need to get it inside the crack," John Ross said slowly working a finger in.
"It stings. Does it always hurt like that?"
"Give it a little while, I'm opening you up, and then you're going to feel so good, trust me."
"Do you love me, John Ross?"
Getting another finger up in his cousin, John Ross moved his mouth up to Christopher's ear, "More than you will ever know."
John Ross moved back to the meaty pecs and the nipples sticking out like pink erasers on the end of a pencil. He sucked knowing it would distract Christopher, take his mind off the pain. As his cousin writhed and moaned, John Ross guided his cockhead to the virgin hole. He wanted to go slowly but that hot ass, the need to possess it and to own Christopher was too great. He plunged in causing Christopher to gasp.
John Ross, "It's okay baby, I just took your cherry. That only happens once."
To quieten and calm him, John Ross went back to sucking on his nipples.
And then he rode his cousin. Broke him in good. Christopher's gasps of pain quickly turned to moans of pleasure and he was thrusting down as John Ross was thrusting up.
"You like that, baby?" John Ross asked he grabbed Christopher hair, pulling his cousin's head to the side. "You like my big cock plowing you?"
"Yeah," Christopher replied licking his lips, "and when I used to suck you off when we were kids, I used to wonder what it would feel like to have it in me. Fuck me harder, John Ross. Make it hurt good."
"You dirty, little tease," John Ross laughed as he pounded harder.
"Oh, yeah, Daddy, I was bad, punish me with that big cock! Show me who's the boss! Tear up my pussy with that big cock!"
Gasping, John Ross's body jerked as his cock pumped a huge load into the no-longer virgin ass.
Breathing heavy, he rolled over onto his back, pulling Christopher along with him. Kissing, the both quickly fell to sleep.