Date: Sun, 12 Nov 2000 09:13:27 EST
From: Troy Twelve <troytwelve@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Cousin Breaks Me In

This is the standard disclaimer.  There sex in this story.  There is foul
language in this story.  If either of these offends you or the thought of
two men being intimate with one another causes you to freak out, stop
here -- save yourself the trouble.  You should be of age if you are
reading this.

My Cousin Breaks Me In
11-11-00
troytwelve@hotmail.com


By the time I was in 6th grade, I knew I liked boys, sexually.  My only
problem was that I was an only child living in the middle of what I thought
was nowhere, I had no outlet for my desires.  I had learned early on what
to do with other boys by watching my cousin and her friends fooling around
in the basement of our grandmother's house.  The boys from that
neighborhood all shared 2 common traits: 1. they all were hung like horses
2.  they all were horny fucks who would do anything to get off with a
chick.

There was alot of truth or dare, strip poker, and just plain old sex going
on in that basement.  Everyday I was treated to the sight of my cousin's
friend jacking off the 9" cock of one of the guys.  She would also suck it
for him, but only if it was covered, by his t-shirt.  I loved to watch his
fat cock stick straight up in the air as she slowly jacked him, when he
came it would fly right up over his head, he looked like he was pissing he
came so much, hot shit to see for a young teen-age boy.

So I knew what to do but had no one to do it to.  Like I said I lived in
the middle of nowhere, I needed to find a willing partner and had limited
men to draw from. I set my sights on the most sexually active stud boy I
knew: my cousin Chris.  This guy fucked at least a hundred women by the
time he was 25, probably more. I remember once hearing my uncle yelling at
him because Chris had brought two girls home with him one night and fucked
them both in his parent's house. Like I said he was one serious stud pony.
I figured I would have the best chance with him as he was obviously so
horny all the time, I hoped he would figure getting it off a guy would be
alright as long I didn't expect anything from him.  The thought of a guy
blowing me never even came into my head then, I was all about servicing a
man.

I remember once wrestling with Chris on his parent's bed once as we were
watching TV.  It was at the onset of me realizing I wanted to do him, and
as we wrestled I grabbed at his cock.  He took it as if I was going to hit
him there and got a little pissed, he told me it wasn't cool to hit a guy
in the balls. Little did he realize my intention was by no means to hurt
him, I wanted his cock. The good thing was that I got a good feel of his
meat, and even stuffed in his tight jeans, his cock was a monster, that day
my lust for my cousin started me on fire.

I often would spend Saturdays at my aunt's house, both she and my father
worked every Saturday, and my uncle was often working some overtime or
running errands.  Sometimes I was even there alone.  Somehow I knew it was
going to happen one day, my uncle took my cousin and her baby to visit a
friend in the city, I knew it would be hours before they came home. I
stayed behind and waited for Chris to come home.  I didn't know where he
was, but somehow I knew he would come back.  When he did my heart was
racing.

The first thing he did when he came home was take off his clothes to put
them in the laundry.  The washing machine was right outside his bedroom off
the hallway.  He stripped off his shirt revealing his beefy pecs covered w/
downy blond hair, then he dropped his jeans and took off his socks. All he
had on was an old pair of underwear that was more rips than cloth.  I got
so excited seeing that thinking they got that way by some horny bitch
ripping them off him.  I was never close with Chris, beside that one little
wrestling game, I really never interacted with him at all.  He was after
all a big cocky bastard, I was just his little cousin.  That day however I
was all over him, hanging around him while he loaded his clothes into the
washer, asking him the most stupid questions I could come up with as an
excuse to stay near him.  I must have made him nervous because when it was
time to lose the underwear and put something else on, he ducked into his
room and closed the door most of the way.  When he came out, I nearly
passed out! He was holding the underwear in his hand, I almost grabbed them
from him, but I held back.  He had on the skimpiest, tightest pair of
shorts I had ever seen on him.  The kind of shorts that fit you 5 years ago
but you keep around to wear when all the rest of your clothes are dirty.  I
could see that slab of cock meat resting in those shorts, curved slightly
up and to the left on his crotch.  I probably gasped when I saw him, by now
I think he was getting the vibe of what was going on with me.

We went to the living room to watch TV.  I was so nervous I did not know
what to do, I could hardly contain myself.  He was stretched out on the
couch, no shirt, just those shorts, he had a large hardcover book next to
him.  It had been laying over his crotch, but he finally moved it to the
side.  Because I was so nervous I could not sit still.  I would get up and
walk down the hallway to look out the window to make sure no one was home
yet, while at the other end of the house I tried to psyche myself out to
just go to the living room and grab some cock.  I played scenarios in my
head about things I could say, thinking I could somehow trick him into
giving it up.  He knew what was going on, every time I got up he watched me
from the corner of his eye, he was just being the cocky bastard he was,
waiting for me to make a move.

I finally had the balls to say something, my idea of being coy and
seductive.  I told him that I had a dream about him the night before, he
asked if it had been a nightmare.  Sheepishly, I responded that it was not
scary, but actually kind of dirty.  Oh, he said, a wet dream.  He really
knew now, I had nothing to lose but still could not get the courage to go
over to him. There was no way he would start it with me, he was the boss
and expected me to crawl over to him.  I noticed that the telephone, which
normally sat on a table at the foot of the couch was on the opposite side.
I decided to move it back, meaning I would have to grab the phone from
above Chris' head and walk it down the other end where his feet were.  As I
stood up and grabbed the phone Chris quickly and rather alarmed asked me
where I was going.  I wasn't leaving, was I?  This was just what I was
waiting for, I had him he knew I wanted him and he liked it, he was willing
to take it further.  I told him I wasn't going anywhere, just replacing the
phone to its right place.  He was relieved.  When I got to the end of the
couch and put the phone down I just looked at him laying there for a
moment.  Then I sat my ass down right by his feet.  My heart was beating
out of my chest, my hormones were fucking on fire.  I was totally gone to
reason or fear, I had to get it.

I told Chris I wanted to show him what had happened in my dream, he
snickered and said ok.  For some reason though I did not want him looking
at me as I grabbed his cock. I took that hardcover book he had and put it
over his eyes.  He wore glasses and even with the big book over them he
could still see.  I finally had him where I wanted.  With the book covering
his eyes, my courage came back.  I rubbed that fat cock through his shorts,
but it was not enough, I needed bare skin. I tried to pull his shorts down,
but they were too tight.  I could only get the head of his dick out.  I
started to rub it with my fingers, loving every second of it.  Chris
however would not be satisfied with this childish jackoff.  He pushed his
shorts down and I got about two handfuls of rockhard straight boy cousin
cock.

What happened next really set me off, Chris said, I would rather have you
suck it. Oh my god! Exactly what I had wanted to do.  I could not even
speak, only nod my head about a million times yes,yes,yes, oh my fucking
god yes, shove that cock down my throat, gag me you stud bastard.

He got up and walked to his room, his huge cock swinging before him and me
trailing after like a little puppy.  Just then his son of a bitch friend
from across the street knocks at the back door, the one right near his
room.  Chris shoved his cock back in his shorts and answered.  His friend
wanted to borrow a bowling ball, I thought if I find that fucking ball I
will shove it up your ass for interrupting my first gay experience.  Chris
sent him to the shed to look for the ball then took me into his room,
pushed me to my knees and tried to force feed me his cock.  I was too
nervous and did not want to do it like that, he told me it would only take
a second and to suck it quick.  I still could not do it, and besides as we
were in his room my uncle and cousin came home.  I was so pissed off.  I
suggested we leave and go somewhere in his car so I could finish what I
started. He agreed and he told his father he was going to the store, I'm
sure they were shocked when I said I was going too as I never did anything
with Chris.

He put on some ripped jeans and a wife beater and drove me to a back road
that no one ever used.  He unzipped hi pants and once again that 9" cock
stood straight up.  It was all mine to play with.  It was hard at first to
suck it, my mouth and throat could not take the girth of his cock, and it
was so long I could not get it down my throat.  He put his hand on the back
of my head and applied pressure, my mouth got used to the big meat and I
started to take more and more cock in my throat.  It did not take long.
There was no ball licking, no tongue play, just me bobbing up and down on
his huge pole.

He blasted my tonsils with buckets of come, I was caught unaware, he did
not warn me he was coming.  I held as much as I could in my mouth, some
leaked out the side, and then I spit it out the door of the car.  It was so
thick and salty.  I wanted to swallow it but was afraid of getting a
disease.  After that he zipped up and started the engine.  On the way home
I asked if I could do it again some time.  He said maybe as long as I never
told anyone.  I agreed.  When I asked him if he wanted to fuck my ass he
said no, the fucker even went so far as to suggest I go the local bus
station bathroom to find someone to fuck me.  Like I said he was a bastard.
But even so, he was my first cock and I will never forget that day. I can
even smell him still, all those hormones, his manly musk still makes me
hard. That was the first of many times I got together and serviced Chris.
Those are good stories too, but will have to wait another day.