Date: Sun, 19 Apr 2009 09:05:50 -0500
From: extramundane@gmail.com
Subject: Cousin Rick

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Preface

My name is Tim, and I am 38. Built kind of like a brick shithouse, 5' 9",
but not a muscle guy by any stretch of the imagination. I have 7 tattoos
that I designed myself, but I would not consider myself inked. I have a
beautiful 8" cut cock that always gets compliments and good service.

I have always known I was gay. I tried to do the straight thing, have been
engaged twice, both times left behind by my fiancés for assorted reasons
not related to my sexuality. I have been around the block, but cannot seem
to get fucked... guys always say I am too much the Daddy type for them to
get into fucking me. So I have a few toys I play with from time to time,
but it is definitely not the same as getting my ass plowed.

I live in a house that is way too big for just me, but I like it that
way. Since my last failed engagement I have been fully out to my family and
friends, with the usual consequences. But with time, years, they have all
come around, and life is good if not a little lonely. Internet porn only
goes so far. I have given up on the bars, and found meeting somebody online
to be pointless beyond the first meeting and sex. So I live my single gay
life, have my good friends, and work a lot. I am financially comfortable
and have a nice home, couple of cars, and a boat that I do not take out on
the lake nearly enough.

But enough about me.



Cousin

My cousin Rick and I were never really close growing up. We lived not too
far away from each other, but far enough that we went to different schools
and really only saw each other at family gatherings, holidays, and
such. He's a few years younger than me, and got the tall genes in the
family. He's 6' 2" and nicely built, though he is not a gym rat. Bright
blue eyes and medium brown hair. A great face, but not like a model.

One day a few years ago I got a call from him. We had lost touch and I was
surprised, I was even immediately wondering how he had gotten my cell phone
number. He had gotten married to a real bitch on wheels, and since I am gay
I am off limits. Well after five years of, well, I dunno bad? Unhappy?
Blissful? marriage they were getting a divorce. He caved and just let her
have everything in return for a clean break, no alimony, etc. That is why
he was calling me: He was essentially broke and down on his luck and wanted
to make a new start in a new city.

Could he stay with me? he asked. Still hurting from my family's response to
coming out of the closet, I felt the need to reconnect with him, so I
consented. I had plenty of spare space in my big house that I just rambled
around in by myself. He would arrive in a week, driving in from California
where he had been living. I warned him that Dallas would be some culture
shock.

I readied the guest room and did some rearranging in the loft that I used
as my office so that he could use the spare desk for his computer. I had
the lesbian maids I used come in and do the house from top to bottom, which
took two of them two days. The house was ready for Rick.

The day came for his arrival, a Saturday. I happened to be in the loft
looking at the street when he arrived. He pulled up in his old Mercedes
that his mother had handed down to him, and extracted his tall frame from
it. It had been about five years since I had last seen him, and now in his
early thirties he was even hotter looking than in his twenties! I scampered
down the stairs and opened the front door to meet him. He looked like a
whipped puppy up close. That bitch had really done a number on him. But
nothing could take the sparkle from his bright blue eyes. He smiled broadly
when he saw me and said:

"Tim! I was hoping it was the right house!"

"Rick! I am so glad to see you, I am glad you found it OK, all the houses
look the same in this subdivision." I said, thinking that it was a stupid
thing to say. What else could I say after not seeing him for five years?
"You look whipped"?

I helped him unload the car and we put everything in the front hall. I gave
him the quick tour of the house, showed him his room and the office in the
loft. We put his stuff away in the appropriate places, some of the boxes
just going into the garage. He cooed at my little Triumph Spitfire and
asked when we were going to take it for a spin.

After we finished moving stuff around, we sat down in the den for a beer
and a smoke. I don't know when he started smoking, but was relieved that I
could keep smoking in the house. I sat in my favorite chair and he on the
couch. He put his feet up on the table in such a way that I suddenly had a
direct view of his crotch, and what a bulge it was! I had never thought of
him sexually, and quickly put the bulge out of my mind.

We ordered pizza and shot the shit for a while. The pizza came and we were
just starving, and devoured the whole damned thing. I don't have a TV (I
hate the TV), so we kept talking for hours. We drank all the beer in the
house and turned to the hard liquor. He told me the saga of his marriage,
how it went bad (she had a wee little affair), and how bad the break up
was. We got pretty damned drunk and in a way we had a good ole
time. Eventually it was bedtime and we turned in.

Morning came and I awoke to the smell of bacon. Living alone, I don't cook
much, I tend to skip breakfast, eat something large for lunch in the
cafeteria at work, and then have leftovers from the weekend or if I cook
during the week for dinner. So it was a real treat to wake up to
breakfast. Rick was in his boxers and a T-shirt and looked damned hot in
that outfit. Strong powerful legs, nice arms, and a nice bulge in the front
of his boxers. I was in my sleeping shorts and a T-shirt and started to get
hard. I tried to hide it by sitting down quickly at the kitchen table. Rick
served me breakfast, and it was great. I helped him clean up and we both
went off to take our showers and get dressed. We were going to spend the
morning driving around town to get Rick oriented, then have lunch out.

Rick wedged himself into the Triumph and barely managed to belt himself
in. I joked that we should not get out until lunch time if this was how it
was going to be with him. He just tousled my hair like a little boy and
gave me a dirty look.

I gave Rick a map of Dallas, one of those Key Maps that newcomers find
invaluable. It was a little welcome present I had gotten for him. We drove
around to the important parts of town, Rick following along with the map,
picking things up quickly. We did this for a couple of hours and wound up
in Deep Ellum for lunch. We went to a Cajun place which was pretty good
(though nothing like hiking to Louisiana for the real thing!). We drank
enough whiskey before, with, and after our meal to get us both feeling
really happy. I probably should not have driven home, but I did. Rick tried
to recline in the Triumph but wound up with his head on the deck of the
trunk, which I found immensely amusing. We got home and it was nap time for
both of us. We were so tired and full from lunch we skipped dinner and just
kept drinking whiskey and talking and generally having a good time that
night.

Monday started our new routine. I went to work, Rick looked for a job in
his field, accounting. Rick went to the grocery store, which I gladly paid
for, and made dinner every night. He had done a stint in culinary school,
so the meals were far better than what I could conjure up myself. We got
along pretty well for not having seen each other for so long, and he was
truly appreciative for having a place to stay while he started his new
life. We quickly became good friends. I introduced him to my friends, all
gay, and he got on well with them, and enjoyed their good natured ribbing
about being straight. This went on for several weeks and things seemed to
be turning out OK. He had several job leads and was going out on
interviews.

I had never really been a partier, but really enjoyed getting stoned and
listening to music. However, I equated getting stoned alone to getting
drunk alone, a big no-no. So I had not gotten stoned in a long time. I was
looking for something in one of the cabinets in the den and came across my
stash of weed. It was pretty old stuff. I got a bright idea, and called up
my "hook up" for weed, a high school kid down the block. As luck would have
it he had some new hydro he had just gotten, and had so much of it he was
nervous. I took a good deal of it off his hands, went home, and went about
the process of sealing it up.

That evening Rick came home dejected. He had had a second interview with a
good firm, and it apparently did not go so well. It was a Friday night and
we ordered pizza like usual, and broke out the beer. We hung out and shot
the shit, when I finally ventured with my question:

"So, have you ever gotten stoned?"

"No, I have not, though I have had the opportunity" he replied.

"Why not?" I asked.

"I don't know, just never felt like it." he said.

"Think you might feel like it tonight?" I ventured.

"You know, after the day I have had, I think that sounds like a great
idea. But you are going to have to teach me how to do it."

Yes! I was going to get stoned with my new friend! I was all excited and
like a little kid broke out the paraphernalia: Weed, Bong, etc. I filled
the bong with water and demonstrated how to do it. Even though he was a
smoker, like all beginners he took too big a hit off the bong the first
time and coughed up a lung. He was luckier the second time. I had him stop
at that – this was good stuff after all and it would probably hit us
both pretty hard after just two hits.

I was right. We were soon both giggling like two schoolgirls. I sat down on
the floor with my CD book and started playing music, some that I liked,
some that he did, and some that we both liked. We really enjoyed ourselves,
and got progressively more stoned, though I managed to keep us relatively
in check and not go over the edge to having the spins or anything. We were
having a great time.

Suddenly Rick got a somewhat serious look on his face and he asked me:

"So what is it like to have your cock sucked by a man?"

I laughed and replied "Far better than by a woman, a man knows what a man
needs."

"Really?"

"Really." I replied.

We were quiet for a while listening to the stereo, when I looked up at
Rick. He was fondling himself through his shorts! I saw a thick shaft
through the fabric and instantly was hard. This time I did not try to hide
my erection. He looked up at me and saw my hard on and kept fondling his
cock.

"Would you suck my cock if I asked really nice?" he said sheepishly.

"Well, ask nicely and see..." I laughed.

"Well, would you please suck my cock? I really need to get off, and not
with my hand..." he asked in his nicest stoner voice.

He was sitting on the couch and I was on the floor. I crawled to him and
reached out for his cock. He moved his hand away and I felt his massive rod
through the fabric of his gym shorts. I moved my head between his legs and
began to run my mouth over his dick through his shorts. He moaned and
lifted his ass up and removed his shorts, his massive cock springing out
from its confinement. It was a beautiful 9" cut cock, maybe the most
perfect dick I have ever seen.

There was pre-cum leaking from his piss slit. I gently lapped it up and he
sighed. I began to suck my cousin off, still completely dressed while he
was only in his T-shirt (my favorite outfit for man sex!). I licked up and
down the shaft and around the head, finally engulfing his cock head in my
mouth. He moaned and placed his hands on my head, not sure what to do with
them. I moved down on his member, relishing every steely inch and
restraining my gag reflex so that I could deep throat him. My nose buried
in his dark trimmed pubes, his cock all the way down my throat, he was
writhing on the couch in pleasure. I worked his cock with my throat,
driving him nuts in his stoned state. Sex is always better stoned!

I began to feverishly devour him, bouncing my head up and down as he held
onto my ears. He began to buck his hips and fuck my throat. This only
turned me on more, and I went to work on making him cum. I was going to
take him for a wild ride.

"Yeah, suck me Tim, that's it, fuck yeah, work my cock" he moaned. This
only turned me on more, and I kept at it with abandon. Suddenly his body
tensed and his cock stiffened.

"I'm going to cum, right down your throat fucker!" he yelled, and then he
shot several hot ropes of cum right down my willing gullet. I milked the
rest of his cream from his still hard cock, and he began to yell from the
post-orgasm sensitivity, half in pleasure, half in pain. He pulled my head
off his dick and leaned down, and then did something that surprised me: He
kissed me, taking his own cum from my mouth and swallowing it.

"How was it?" I asked, "better than a girl?"

"Fucking mind blowing." Now that is a compliment for anybody.

We kissed for a short while, but my knees were hurting so I stood up. My 8"
cock was rock hard and tenting my shorts. As soon as I stood up he did
something else that really surprised me: He yanked my shorts down.

He looked up at me with those bright blue eyes and handsome face.

"What do I do?" he asked me. I could not believe it, he wanted to suck my
cock! I was so fucking horned up I could not think straight, so all I could
say was:

"Just take it in your mouth. Watch your teeth, and just do what you think
would make me feel good."

He moved in closer to my cock, I could feel his hot breath on my head. He
slowly opened his mouth and took the head in. He closed his lips around my
shaft and began to move his head back and forth. I was in heaven. Here I
was with my hot cousin, I had just given him his first man-head, and now he
was slowly working my pole. I usually like oral sex to be a bit rough, I
like to skull-fuck a man. But I let Rick take it at his own pace, really
slowly. He began to pick up speed. I took a couple of swigs of beer as I
stood there in my T-shirt with my shorts around my ankles, and put my hand
on his head, encouraging him to take more of my shaft. He did well, but
gagged when he tried to deep throat me – I did not care. I just let him
go, and began to feel the cum boiling in my balls.

"Play with my nuts..." I told him. He began to fondle me gently, then a
little more roughly. He began to move up and down my cock more quickly, and
I could feel my orgasm building.

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth?"

He replied by picking up the pace. The fucker was really into it, and
wanted me to coat his throat with my cum. I held onto his head and just let
myself relax, and my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks.

"I'm cumming, take it fucker, take my cream in your virgin throat!" I
yelled and began spraying his mouth with my semen. He did not miss a drop
and swallowed it all. He looked up at me and smiled, my rod still in his
mouth. I leaned down and kissed him, tasting myself in his mouth.

"That was amazing, can we do it again?" he asked.

"Man, we can do that whenever you want" I said.

And we did. Morning and evening head became part of our routine, and we
both found ourselves generally more relaxed and less stressed out from
Life. We still slept in our own rooms, but in the morning one would find
himself slowly being sucked off. What a great way to wake up! In the
evening we would have long 69 sessions with our beer since I did not have a
TV. We did not get high much, since neither of us wanted it to become a
habit.

One Friday, Rick had a third interview with a firm and wanted to
celebrate. We broke out the weed. We had a generally fun and silly time for
a while. I was lying on the floor, watching the light from the candles we
had lit play on the ceiling when Rick came over to me and began to massage
my crotch. I immediately got hard, and lifted my ass off the floor and
pulled my jeans off. Rick turned his ball cap around backwards and began to
nurse on my cock slowly and deliberately, like he wanted to make this one
last. I lay there enjoying every minute of it, feeling my cum churn in my
balls, and the growling of my groin for an orgasm. I spread my legs out of
habit, to make it easier for him to play with my balls.

Suddenly there was a warm wet sensation on my asshole, and I opened my eyes
to see Rick smiling at me.

"Is that OK?" he asked innocently.

"Oh yeah, play with my asshole" I replied.

He circled my sphincter with his index finger, occasionally licking his
finger for lube. He kept sucking on my cock. I was really enjoying the
great service my cousin was giving me.

"I want to fuck you..." he suddenly said as he lifted his head off my
rod. "Please?"

"Um, uh, um..." I did not know what to say. I had always wanted to get
fucked but had never managed to get anybody to fuck me. Now my gorgeous
cousin was asking to fuck me!

"I'm a virgin down there..." I said shyly.

"OK, I will take it slow, I used to fuck my wife up the ass and know what I
am doing." Rick said.

"OK, let's do it."

I got up and went into my bedroom to fetch the lube. My cock was so hard it
ached. I came back and Rick had taken off his shorts and T-shirt and just
had his gym socks and backwards ball cap on. I was still in my T-shirt and
gym socks. I lost the T-shirt and knelt down in front of Rick.

"I want to suck the cock that is going to fuck me." I said.

I worked his rod hungrily, deep throating him as he moaned in pleasure. I
stopped before he came: after all I wanted his hot cum inside me!

"I have a fantasy" he said.

"What is it?" I asked. He replied by picking me up and carrying me into the
game room and putting me on the pool table. The felt was so soft against my
skin, even if the slate was literally hard as a rock. He put me on all
fours and moved behind me. I suddenly felt a warm wet sensation on my
asshole and looked back to see Rick hungrily eating my ass. I relished
every lick from the man that was going take my virginity here on my own
pool table. He probed my hole with his tongue, circled my sphincter, and
generally just gave me a good tongue bath. He held my 8" cock between my
legs as he ate my ass out, slowly rubbing it.

He got up on his knees and took the lube. First he slicked up his 9" rod,
then he applied a liberal amount to my ass. I had fucked so many men, and
had taken my share of cherries that I had an idea of what I was in for and
what I should do: relax, breath, and push out like I was taking a shit.

Rick positioned himself behind me and guided his cock to my aching hole. I
was too excited to be scared – after all I was finally going to get
fucked. He began to push into me gently, and I pushed out. His head popped
in past my sphincter and suddenly the pain was intense, but I gritted my
teeth and held firm.

"Are you OK?" he asked me tenderly.

"Yes, just go slowly." I replied.

He began to slide his cock into my ass slowly, and the pain changed to a
wonderful full feeling that no toy can give you. I could not believe how
good the skin of his shaft felt on my ass. He began to move in and out with
slow deliberate strokes. He shifted a little bit and suddenly was rubbing
my prostate – I nearly creamed on the spot.

"Yes! Fuck me Rick! Fuck me harder!" I yelled as he slowly plowed my
ass. He picked up the pace and began to pound me feverishly. I thought I
was going to pass out, it felt so good! I could not believe I had managed
to live my life so long without getting fucked! Well that was going to
change, this was amazing. I was still so stoned that I began to see stars
every time he hit my prostate, and I knew I was about to cum.

"Oh fuck me, yeah! I am going to cum!" I yelled. I had not even touched my
cock when I clenched my ass down on Rick's steel shaft, shooting my load
all over the green felt of the pool table. I nearly did pass out. Rick
roared like a bull and emptied himself into me. I felt five hot shots of
him cum coat my insides. Not missing a beat he pulled his cock out and
flipped me over onto my back as his cum ran out of my ass and onto the pool
table.

"Fuck me more!" I said. He just rammed his cock right back into my gaping
hole, and this time fucked me with abandon, like a wild animal. My dick was
still hard and I began to pump it. My legs were up on his shoulders, my
hole his to take. And take it he did. We fucked long and hard this time
around, until I started cumming from pounding my shaft and clenched down on
his cock:

"Breed me again fucker!" I yelled. He roared again and unloaded another
five shots of hot semen into my ass. Rick collapsed on me, breathing hard,
his cock still inside me, his cum leaking out around it. He had fucked me
good, and my first time being fucked had been amazing.

Rick fucking me became another part of our routine, though not as frequent
as sucking each other off, because I could usually hardly walk after he
bred my ass! One Friday night we were on the floor in the den, drunk off
our asses, in a hot 69 going at it like teenagers.

"I want you to fuck me tonight." Rick suddenly said. I was shocked. My hot
straight-ish cousin actually wanted me to plow him! All I could reply was
"OK". I was going to have some fun with him tonight.

"Let's do it right here," I said. I got up, and with my cock flopping I
went and got the lube. I came back and he was fully naked, slowly stroking
that beautiful cock of his. I had an idea of how to make it really easy on
him – he would ride my cock first so that he could be in complete
control. I lubed up my shaft really well, and he spread his legs for me to
lube his ass. I did so, and then lay on my back. He looked at me
quizzically, and I said:

"You're going to be on top, and ride my cock" I told him. He grinned from
ear to ear. He got up and straddled me on his knees, facing me. I held on
to the base of my shaft as he eased down onto it. My cock head felt his
asshole and he pushed down, a little too hard, and it popped in. He
grimaced and winced and held still.

"Are you OK?" I asked. He just nodded "yes". He slowly began to slide
further down my fuck stick. Halfway down the 8" he began to smile and
relax. All the way down and he cooed, holding there for a while, clenching
and releasing my cock with his ass.

"OK, I am ready to take your cock for a ride," he said, and began to move
up and down, his big erect cock flopping up and down with his movements. I
was mesmerized by his cock. It was so long and delicious looking, but I
could not reach it with my mouth. He began to moan as he impaled himself on
my rod, faster and faster, my cock rubbing his prostate. He kept going at
it and I felt the cum in my balls start to boil, I needed to cum soon. Rick
kept pounding and pounding. Something made me grab hold of his flopping
hard cock, and as soon as I did he cried out:

"Fuck I am cumming! AHHHHHHHHH! FUCK!!" he screamed, and showered my face
in cum.

"Breed me fucker!" he yelled and clenched my cock with his ass, sending me
over the edge. I filled his fuck hole with my cum as he kept riding me, cum
still flying from his dick. He collapsed onto my chest and my cock came out
of his ass with a "pop".

"Thank you" he said. We fell asleep immediately.

The next week Rick got a job offer with a good firm. He was so excited that
we celebrated by fucking each other all night long. I was so tired the next
day that I was just dragging at work. About two months later, after much
pot, sucking and fucking, Rick was solvent enough to move out. I was sad
about losing my "roommate". But we agreed that we would still play
together, and we still do to this day, even though he has girlfriends now
and then.

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