Date: Thu, 27 May 1999 22:55:24 PDT
From: "J.O. Dickingson" <authorsix@hotmail.com>
Subject: ST: Paco's Story 01 (t/b, incest, true)

Author's note: This is a true story involving sex between family members
and with minor boys as described to me, with only the names changed to
protect the identity of the members of the family.  It has been posted with
Paco's permission, and any comments will be forwarded to him unless
requested not to.  Your email address can be removed if you prefer.  Any
comments on this story can be sent to the author, J.O. Dickingson, at
authorsix@hotmail.com

			       PACO'S STORY
                                
			CHAPTER ONE: PIRATE'S COVE

     So, where to start?  I think it would be wise to begin by telling you
about all of us, the cousins from hell.  My name is Paco, and this is my
story, and the story of others in my family as they have told it to me.  As
you read this, consider that where I live families are very close, and were
even more so thirty years ago when this story takes place.  My two sisters
and I knew very early in our lives the uncles, aunts and cousins that
formed our immediate family, with my dad, Tomas, and my mom, Mary, at the
centre of our world.  We all, adults and children, grew up together.  I am
the oldest of our family, with my sisters, Paty and Rosy, being three and
six years younger than I respectively.
     On my mom's side of the family is her older brother, Jorge, who was
the first to marry.  He and Aunt Lydia had three children, my cousins
Victor, Celia and Javier.  Mom's youngest sister, Aunt Ruth, was a widow
raising my cousin Mario.  On Dad's side of the family were many brothers
and sisters.  We were closest to Uncle Francisco, who with his wife Emilia,
had two sons, Tonio and Carlos, and two daughters, Lulu and Tita.  From
time to time we met and mingled with many other members of our family, many
of whom I will tell you about in later chapters.
     My story really begins with the summer of '68.  I was ten, and that
was the summer that revealed to us, a group of restless, growing, curious
kids, an aspect of life that was full of surprises, and full of many
satisfactions.  At that time, my cousins Javier, Tonio, Mario and Carlos
were not just family, but my closest friends, my buddies.  We played
together, studied together, and shared our boyhood secrets together.  Like
boys do around the world, we formed bonds in those early years that were to
last a lifetime. My sisters, I know, felt the same about their female
cousins, Lulu and Tita.
     Dad, Uncle Paco and Uncle Jorge pooled their money one spring and
bought a summer house on the west coast of Mexico, only a block away from
the beach.  From then on every long weekend and every summer vacation was
spent there.  It was a two-bedroom bungalow, with a small kitchen and a
large main room, a front porch, and a large back patio shaded by tall
mangos and other fruit trees.  I remember the two large ceiling fans in the
main room to keep the house cool.  It was there in the main room that we
sat in the evenings, where we ate our meals, and for us young ones, where
we slept together at night.
     It was a fantastic place for us city kids to grow up. We children had
the beach and a small nearby wood to explore and have fun, while the
grownups played cards, drank beer, and just relaxed in the hammocks on the
front porch of the house.  So happy were those summers!  Running barefoot
up and down the beach, cooling off in the sea-green waters of the Pacific,
and making new friends from the beach houses to the north, every day was
new and exciting.  We had no television, but there was never a shortage of
things for us to do.  We spent countless hours playing football and
baseball, digging in the fine yellow sand and building the grandest of
castles, swimming in the ocean, and trying to catch the local iguanas.  A
large rock formation toward the south end of the beach was one of our
favourite spots to play.
     Our imaginations ran wild as we climbed the palm trees, hid in the
dense tropical ferns, played pirates, and explored the rocks in search of
crabs and sunken treasure.  In the evening there was bingo, hide and seek,
and hours of chats on the porch until our parents chased us to bed.  Even
to this day, thirty years later, I can close my eyes and picture the group
of us as if it were only yesterday, and when I do, a feeling of peace and
joy that comes from a happy childhood still washes over me.
     That summer of '68 cousin Victor, who was seventeen at the time, had a
two-week visitor, his best friend and schoolmate Ruben, who was also
seventeen.  They played volleyball with Celia and Aunt Ruth, and then went
to the dance the first weekend Ruben arrived.  The next day they swam and
played football and chatted for hours as if they had not seen each other
for a year.  After three days of such relaxation, they decided to see after
us, the four little beasts as they had come to refer to us, Javier, who was
eleven, Tonio and I who were ten, and little Carlos, who was eight.  And so
they took us fishing, swimming, and playing on the beach, where they could
exercise.  That last was their favourite pastime, for then they could flex
their muscles before us and try to impress us with their newfound
masculinity.  Joking all the time about our skinny bodies, we younger ones
were interested in watching them, and perhaps some of us envious.
     One such day, a particular hot afternoon with the summer temperature
rising above its normal 35 degrees Celsius, we hiked along the small stream
at the south end of the beach in search of a pond to swim in.  Pushing and
ducking through the thick jungle growth, which was particularly lush that
year, we were sixteenth century explorers, looking for the hidden city of
gold that legend claimed to be in the area.  The air, heavy with moisture,
and the heat soon had sweat tricking down our bodies and broiling our nuts.
Several times I noticed Victor or Ruben tugging at their swim trunks.
     After forty-five minutes of hot slugging through the lush jungle
growth and the humidity, we emerged through the undergrowth to discover a
scene you would expect from the movies.  The small pond was partly covered
by tall branches, providing both shade and an alternative distraction from
swimming for six agile boys.  Three sides had rocks to jump from, and the
fourth had a small sandy beach.  All four sides were surrounded by dense
plants, giving us privacy.  Vines and bright red, yellow and orange flowers
poked out of the verdant undergrowth and hung from the trees, giving the
place the look of a tropical paradise.  It was perfect.
     We immediately dubbed our treasured find "Pirate's Cove".  The cool
clean water was a refreshing difference from the hot beach and salty ocean.
We swam and splashed and dived off the rocks as kids do all over the world,
carefree and enjoying life as only young boys can.
     Javier, always the one to start the fooling around, chased us about
and tried to pull down our swim trunks.  He soon had little Carlos' off.
Javier was a joker, and the more mischievous of us, but never in a
malicious way.  He was always on the look out for someone to bother or
tease, just for a laugh, and if he was not trying to grab our butts, he was
trying to snap them with a wet towel after our showers.  We yelled and
laughed as he chased us about, and we called for Victor and Ruben to help.
They readily joined in the game until we four little beasts were naked and
romping about in the natural pool.  The warm sun felt good on our naked
butts, and the breeze rushing between our legs and over our little genitals
was refreshing.
     Ruben and Victor joined us in the pool again and we splashed each
other and the four of us tried to tackle the older boys and drag them under
until we were exhausted.  We relaxed, practising our back strokes and
floating while Ruben waded out into the deeper part of the pond and Tonio
headed to the beach.  Javier, of course, soon was trying to swim up from
under us and grab us by surprise.
     "What about us?" Ruben suddenly asked, looking at Victor.  "Let's get
rid of our trunks also."
     Cousin Victor thought about it, and then looking over at us, replied,
"Not a good idea, Ruben."
     Javier looked at one and then the other, and then grinned impishly.
"Take it off, take it off!" he called out.
     "Yes, take it off, take it off!" the rest of us joined in.
     We quite often had seen each other naked and thought nothing of it.
Being full of energy and naturally inquisitive, after a full day of
physical activity and exploration, we boys picked up the usual dirt and
grime any preteen does.  It was not unusual at the end of the day for my
mom and aunts to herd us kids into the bathroom to shower before sleeping.
Of course we showered, but we also had plenty of time to observe and joke
about each other's bodies, joking about who was the skinniest, who had the
biggest feet, and who had the fattest rumps.  To us, being naked was as
natural as wearing swim trunks.
     We did not expect the older boys to actually do anything, or maybe
even at that very young age we did, I cannot really say.  At the time, I
just remember thinking it as a game, like Javier pulling down our swim
suits.  For Victor and Ruben, this was something much different, which of
course we young boys had no knowledge of at the time.  As the four of us
chanted, the two older boys glanced at each other nervously with shy
smiles.  It was only later that I realized the reason behind those smiles,
and the thoughts that must have been going on in their heads.
     "C'mon, show," teased Ruben as he stood chest deep in the deepest part
of the pool.  "Is it already long and hard?"
     I glanced quickly over at Javier and from the sparkle in his eyes and
the wide grin, I knew that he had understood Ruben's comment also.  I
quickly looked back at Ruben.  His face was red and sweaty looking, which I
felt strange considering he was standing in the cool pool.  Victor glanced
over at us.
     "You little beasts, you know what we are talking about, don't you?" he
asked.  Seeing our broad smiles and not really expecting us to respond, he
answered his own question.  "Yeah, you know."  A smile slowly spread across
his face as he relaxed.  "It seems we have an expecting audience, Ruben.
You go first, cabron."
     Smiling at cousin Victor's challenge, I waited for Ruben's reply,
wondering what brilliant retort he would have.  I do not know about the
others, but what he did next I had not expected.  Suddenly looking very
serious, he bent over.  Was he really going to do it, or was this still
part of the game?  We waited with growing curiosity.  Finally he
straightened, and rasing his right hand, waved his trunks.  Throwing it
over our heads to land on one of the rocks by the small beach with a
dramatic flourish, he turned and looked at cousin Victor.  We kids did not
understand the significance of all this, but we could sense that something
very important was taking place here, and we watched the two older boys
with growing anticipation and curiosity.
     Ruben paused, and then sighed, a quick sigh of confirmation,
acknowledging to himself his decision.  "Okay, kids, pay close attention
now.  I will show you how a man looks . . .  how a man looks when he is
horny like me."
     With that he began to walk toward the shore.  He walked extremely
slowly, but we were so awestruck we did not notice the time.  First his
broad shoulders and smooth chest came into view, dripping little beads of
clear water like tears, and then as he walked past us, his flat, white
belly emerged out of the water.  As one, we turned to watch as he continued
to walk to the small beach.  His pale, pink skin, moistened and shiny, drew
taut as the muscles in his back tensed.  As his butt began to emerge out of
the water little Carlos began to giggle, but he quickly stopped when his
brother Tonio gave him a severe glare.
     Finally he stepped out of the water.  Shaking off the excess water,
Ruben looked down.  "I just love being this hard," he observed, and then he
slowly turned to face us.
     My mouth dropped open at the sight.  White skinned and standing at 1.7
metres, he was not as muscular as Victor, but was still a handsome young
man with light brown eyes.  He had more delicate features, a small mouth
and nose, a parted chin, and fine, thin, light brown hair that he combed in
a Beatles style but which at the moment was wet and the colour of dry
leaves.  His smooth body was hairless.  The sight of this beautiful young
man was awesome enough, but the sight of his maleness left me staring at
him like the naive youngster I was.
     Reuben being older and bigger than us, I had expected that his member
would be larger too, but I did not expect to see what he openly displayed
to us.  Instead of hanging down between his legs as did all of ours, his
was sticking up in the air, and it was the largest stick I had ever seen in
my young life.  It was the first time I had ever seen the member of another
male in an erect state, and I stared at it with open curiosity and wonder.
It was impossible for me to take my eyes off it.
     To my amazement it jerked suddenly on its own without Reuben even
touching it, and water dripped from its underside.  The head was large and
red, and the almost transparent pale skin of his fat member showed its
veins all along its length.  It was the most amazing thing my ten-year-old
eyes had ever seen.
     Ruben began to touch it, gently, almost reverently.  I understood
that.  I had had erections, mostly when I woke up and had to take a leak,
and I knew the satisfaction of touch when one got that way.  To me, what
Ruben was doing was only natural.  "It's your turn, Victor.  Show me your
verga."
     Although we never used such a vulgar word ourselves, we all knew its
meaning.  We youngsters turned as one to Victor, except for Tonio who was
still mesmerized by Ruben's erect member.  What happened next is what made
me what I am today, the adorer of dark-skinned men, and a fanatic for big
man-sized cocks.
     Victor was standing next to us, and he shook his dampened hair all
over us.  With a mischievous smile, he began to feel his body.  His fingers
caressed his hard chest, running over his solid pecs and making circles
around his nipples.  He flexed his muscles as he stood there facing us but
he made no other move.  At seventeen he was well developed compared to most
Mexican boys, standing at 1.75 metres and muscled in a sportsmanlike way.
"Do you want to see my verga?" he asked.  "Do you really want to see my
whole naked body?"  He glanced around at us slowly, almost defiantly.  "Eh?
Tell me.  I want to hear it."  He turned and faced his friend.  "And also
from you Ruben.  I want to hear you say you want it."
     We were silent as Victor bent down also as had Reuben, and then
moments later straightened.  Had he really taken off his trunks too?  He
smiled and shook his head to toss back his hair.  It was jet black, long
and thick in the back and parted in the middle, the sides covering the top
half of his ears.  He had a handsome face with strong features, a straight
nose and full lips, a firm jaw, and a strong neck.  Victor's body was
better formed and by far more muscled than Ruben's, but he was still a
young man with the smoothness and contours of youth.
     His darkened and tanned skin was a magnet to me as he also slowly
began to emerge from the water.  Dark black hairs formed a small line down
the centre of his muscular chest and on down through his navel, showing
ever so slowly as Victor came out of the pool.  Suddenly the large head of
his member emerged from the water.  Big!  Defiant!  It emerged like a god
rising out of a sacred pool.
     From that moment everything started to happen in slow motion for me.
Ever so gradually Victor emerged out of the pool, ever so gradually his
huge, thick member was revealed from the fat head to the base of his shaft.
His balls, large, hairy, and hanging low below his shaft were next, and
then the powerful thighs and strong calves, both covered with a matting of
fine black hairs.  Finally the full, gorgeous body of this young Aztec god
came in full view and stood next to Ruben's paler body.  Reuben's presence
was still impressive, but now, somehow for me, diminished.
     "You want it, don't you, cabron?" Victor asked as he started to play
with his amazingly hard tool while looking into Ruben's eyes.  "Well,
smartdude?"
     Ruben was now desperately stroking his member.  "Let's come together,
Victor," he said, his eyes half-lidded. "Yes, I want it.  I want to see it,
touch it, lick it!  I have been waiting for this since you started to tell
me how big yours was."  Ruben looked at Victor's huge cock almost as if
worshipping it.  "It is more . . .  larger . . .  than I expected.  Yours,
it's so great . . .  such a great cock!" he panted.  He was speaking as if
drugged, his voice husky and broken with emotion.  "Ooohh. . . .  I'm
coming, uuummmghhh!!!!"
     We stared as Ruben convulsed and ropes of thick white stuff came
squirting out of his swollen member.  I was speechless at my first sight of
a man's special juice, and my first sight of a man experiencing the joy of
ejaculation.  He was groaning and acting like a man in tremendous pain, and
yet that could not be as whatever he was feeling he was causing himself,
and the expression on his face was not one of pain but rather one of
intense pleasure.  It was all very mysterious, all very spell binding to us
four boys.  Ruben's gasping and agitated breathing echoed in my ears and I
stared in wonder and curiosity and marvelled that such a simple physical
action as rubbing one's stick could cause a boy to tremble and cry out in
such a way.
     Victor's hand was now a blur over his gigantic member.  Pushing Ruben
down with his other hand, he made him kneel in front of him.  "Ask for my
mecos!  You want it, my cum, I know.  Now ask for it!" he demanded, his
voice urgent and powerful.  Victor was transformed, his eyes glassy and his
whole body tense, bulging out all his muscles.  Ruben was still under the
bliss of his own strong coming and he mumbled the words.  "Yes . . .  give
it . . .  me now.  I do want it!  Come!"
      We four boys surrounded the two hot, flushed seventeen-year-olds.
Victor's body shuddered while he openly moaned with pleasure and like
Reuben, began to mumble incoherently.  "Oohhh, uuummmmghh, yes it is good!
Watch closely . . .  see my dick . . .  see my balls, this big cock,
uuufff!"  The first thick rope of his mecos erupted violently from his body
and struck Ruben in the face.  Another and then another shot out as Victor
grimaced and jerked convulsively.  The four of us silently watched him
spray Ruben's body and face with this strange, creamy white stuff squirting
out of his massive member.
     Extremely excited, none of us dared to interrupt their actions.
Javier and I, now mildly scared and uncertain if what had come out of the
two older boys was supposed to have happened, were sporting our own
juvenile erections.  Although I'd had erections before this, being in that
state was still a very new experience for me.  My stiff little pitos felt
very strange, and yet very good at that moment.  It was the first erection
I had ever gotten because of the sight of a male body, but I knew from that
moment that was something very special, and something I hoped I would
experience again, and often.
     From the heavy breathing and the sighs of my cousins, I knew they were
as excited as I was but I could not look to see their reactions.  I did not
want to miss a second of the scene in front of me.  After his last spurt,
Victor started to caress Ruben with his empty hand until both of them were
breathing normally.  The two boys were so silent, and so serious, I again
began to worry about what had happened.  Glancing at my cousins, I saw the
same hesitancy and fear in their eyes.  Victor and Reuben embraced for
along time and then came apart with a contagious laugh that eased our
worries.
     They turned to us at last, and seeing our hard little members, they
kept laughing and called us to them.  We embraced, six young males united
in complicity and lust.  As I pressed up against Victor's body its heat and
firmness caused a strange feeling to pass over me, a feeling of desire, of
need.  Then I felt his slimy cum on my shoulder as I brushed against Reuben
and the ache disappeared as I thought again of the wonder I had just
witnessed.  My hard little palos was pressed against Victor's hairy thigh,
and I squeezed in harder as the six of us hugged.
     "Were you scared, fellows?" finally asked Victor, our new hero.
     "I was, well, just a little," said little Carlos, "but not anymore."
     "Okay," said Reuben.  "We will explain everything to all of you, but
for now, just remember, all this is only between us.  There is to be no
telling of this to your dads or moms, okay?"
     We all said "okay" at the same time and laughed again.  We went
splashing again into the water to cool down, and to clean our bodies of the
sweat and cum.  We four boys washed ourselves, but I noticed Victor and
Reuben had new and strange smiles on their faces as they gently cleaned
each other's body.  We bathed for a long time.
     "Time to go back, little beasts," Victor finally announced.  "Put on
your trunks, and let's go!"
     The return trip through the jungle I did not really notice.  All the
way back to the beach house I had the feeling of having received a newly
opened gift.  My cousins and I were sharing a new knowledge, and new,
strange feelings, and that was a great sensation.  We were never going to
be little children again.  At least deep inside us we were new persons,
although for others we would still be the same four little beasts.