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Date: Sun, 18 Feb 1996 02:35:11 UTC
Subject: My 2nd Taste of My Cousin's Cock  M/M
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 I just finished this account of my second taste of my cousin's cock and
its effect on me and my relationship with
that dick.                   

                                       My Second Time Eating Cock  ....
                                        .... (or defeated by a dick)



    My second experience with sucking cock occurred a week or two after I
had blown my cousin in his bedroom.  It was during the Summer and I was
staying overnight with him for a day or two.  In this particular instance
no one was home except the two of u s.  His parents were at work and his
older brothers were out of the house all day.

    We were watching TV and generally just goofing off when he launched one
of his tried and true attacks on my crotch.  As you will recall from my
earlier account, these crotch grab bouts triggered a wrestling match that
inevitably ended up with me "over powering" him, unzipping his fly, pulling
(or ripping) off his shorts, capturing his cock, and then systematically
and methodically playing with his hard cock until I eventually forced him
to shoot a load all over himself.

    The last time that we had gone through this ritual, I had dramatically
altered our routine by offering to suck him off.  He had gladly accepted
and I had experienced my first meal of manmeat, followed up by a
cumcocktail!  As I was soon to discover th at had left a definite
impression on him.

   In this particular instance we were in his living room and I was again
flipping him onto his back, sitting astride his abdomen, opening up his
jeans, pulling his shorts down past his thighs, and seizing control of his
big dick.  I started sliding my f ist up and down his hard shaft, and
really got into yanking his crank.  This time however, he stopped my
stroking, looked me directly in the face and said "Put your lips on it,"
This was a definite change in our routine, but then in retrospect I
shouldn' t have been surprised since the last time I had captured his cock
I ended up going down on him -- at my request.  I responded to his
request/order to "Put your lips on it" by ignoring it and grabbing a hold
of his cock.  I started working my hand up and d own that rod, when he
again stopped me, looked me in the face and repeated "Put your lips on it!"
This time it was definitely not a request.  It was a command.

     I thought about it for a second, hesitated and said "nah, not now,
maybe another time."  This time his response was "Come on, do it; put your
lips on it; not later, now."  I again hesitated and tried to snag his cock
with my hand.  With that, he got up (denying me all access to his dick),
pulled on his shorts and jeans, and said he wanted to do something else.

    Up 'til this time, I felt that I had always been "in charge" whenever
he initiated cock grabbing.  After all, I always captured his dick, played
with it 'til my hearts content, and then pulled a load outta his cock when
I wanted it to happen.  With hi s directive "Put your lips on it," the
power relationship was threatened.  I didn't want to lose control, so I
refused to eat his meat.

    That night he and I went camping in a nearby woods with two of his
buddies.  It was a typical teenage male campout event -- lots of sex talk
(straight of course), yakking about what we would do the next day, and a
lot of general bullshit.

   He and I were sharing a small tent that night.  We were on top of
sleeping bags that were very close together.  In the middle of the bull
session, I took the initiative (for the first time) and started poking away
at his calf.  In hindsight I realize that my next comments were rather
stupid, but I kept grabbing at his calf while asking him "If this is the
calf, were's the cow?"  He took a poke at my crotch and said "here."
That's all that it took!  I instantly went for his cock and started playing
wi th it through his jeans.  He immediately got hard, and laid on his side
allowing me to pull down his zipper and start fishing for my favorite toy.
It was really a bitch getting hold of his cock, since it so hard that it
completely filled out his shorts.
 This was the first time I was trying to pull it out of his tight shorts
while fully erect, and still in his jeans.  (This engineering fete was
being attempted in the dark, on my side, in a cramped tent, within a few
feet of his two wide awake friends.

    I eventually overcame all of these obstacles and got a hold of that
cock.  Getting that damn monster through the fly of his shorts while
totally erect took real effort.  He let me play with it and stroke it for a
few minutes when he turned the tables on me with the demand "Put your lips
on it."  I was really confused since his two wide awake friends were still
talking only a few feet away.  I still didn't want to give up my perceived
position of control in these situations by yielding to his demand to
 suck dick.  I made one more grab for his cock, but my grab for the meat
was deflected by his hand.  This was immediately followed by the urgent
directive, "Put your lips on it."
   
   I then realized that the tables had been completely turned on me.  I had
become a real dick addict.  Through all of the times that I had jerked him
off, I never really viewed those episdoes as evidence of dick dependency.
But that instant I plainly un derstood that I had to have that cock, and I
had to have it that night.  I also realized that the only way I was gonna
get it was to take it in my mouth and to suck him off right then and there
within earshot of his friends.  My craving for cock complete ly took over.
I looked him straight in the face and said "Okay."  He started smiling like
a fucking Cheshire cat!  His gambit of denying me dick, which he first
started earlier that day, had worked.  He was totally and completely in
charge.  From now on if I wanted his dick, I was gonna get it orally.  No
more handjobs for him.  He was now gonna get head.  And since he had
essentially proven my need for his dick, he was gonna get head from me.

    Still grinning in triumph, he rolled over onto his back, propped his
head under his hands, spread his legs, and waited.  His cock was sticking
straight up out of his fly waiting for me.  My fate was sealed.  I crawled
over his leg, laid down on my sto mach, and positioned myself directly at
the juncture of his thighs.  His long, hard dick was directly in front of
me.  I could smell crotch wafting upwards.  And I could glance up and see
him grinning with delight in the distance.

     I was sort of staring away at his hard dick, when I heard the now
familiar (and forceful) refrain, "Put your lips on it!"  That was it.  My
surrender was total and unconditional.  I grabbed that monster by the base
and elevated it upwards away from h is torso.  I buried myself even deeper
between his thighs, stared directly at its large head and slit, and put his
cock in my mouth.  His victory was absolute -- my lips were on it!

    The moment his dick touched my tongue, I lost every bit of hesitation.
I started sucking away at his knob while lapping at it with my tongue.
Again, since this was only my second time eating the meat, I concentrated
on the head.  And I remember clen ching my lips around its rim while
lapping away with my tongue.  This time though my cousin took a much more
active role in supervising his blowjob.  He actually used his fingers to
wedge me off his cockhead, looked me straight in the eye and ordered "Tak e
more in!  Get more inside."  Again the implied threat of dick denial
worked.  Down I went onto his big dick, and I took a hell of a lot more of
his cock inside.

    Having finally established full control over the situation, my cousin
lay back down, spread his legs even further apart, and savored his triumph.
I was down on his dick -- well beyond the head.  He was getting sucked off
while being within two feet o f his buddies, and he was talking to them all
the while I was nursing away on his cock!  He would periodically raise his
head up for a second to observe me orally worshipping his meat, only to
grin again and put his head back down before resuming his ta lk with his
friends.

   At this point in time all I cared about was his dick.  I was sucking
away on his hard shaft.  My chin was intermittently hitting his open
zipper, and I could feel his pubic hair occasionally brushing my nose and
chin.  The smells emanating from his cro tch only increased by obsession
with servicing his cock.  I distinctly remember recalling the stupid calf
remark and getting a mental image of me nursing on his dick just like a
calf would nurse on a teat.  I took to my task with alacrity --- generating
s o much saliva that it flowed down his shaft onto my fingers (which were
holding it perpendicular to his crotch) and into his bush.  I didn't care
about the proximity of his friends, or the fact that I had lost control of
the relationship.  I had to have his cock, and that was all that mattered.

   The first time that I had sucked his cock he had been very considerate
about the issue of blowing a load in my mouth.  He had warned me that he
was about to come, and had tried to pull his cock out of my mouth in
consideration.  Not this time!  There
 was no warning and no offer to give me the opportunity to decide whether
or not I wanted a load of cocksnout in my mouth.  He just blew a big wad of
cum straight into my mouth without any warning at all.  It really did take
me by surprise.  One second I was sucking away on his cock, and the next
thing I knew, hot cum was shooting out of his dick, splashing against the
roof of my mouth, and totally covering my tongue.  It just kept unloading
inside of my mouth and I instinctly knew that my only option w as to
continue sucking on it until it he finished.  Again my need for his dick
totally overcame all other considerations that night.  He obviously knew
that he no longer had to go through the little niceities of before.  My
mouth was there for his pleasur e and that was that.  If I wanted his cock
it would only be on his terms.  And his terms could be spelled out in four
letters: l i p s.

    That was the night I finally realized how much I needed my cousin's
hard dick, and what I would do in order to get it.  He had transformed the
relationship in one day by simply threatening to deny me his dick.  I
willingly gave up control in order to satisfy my craving for his cock.

    After his dick had finally finished spray-painting my mouth (it was a
rather large load), he pried my mouth off of his cock, stuffed it back in
his pants, thanked me (wasn't that nice?) and rolled over to go to sleep.
I got myself out from between h is thighs, laid back to my sleeping bag and
fell asleep with a case of cockbreath.  (Hey, we were out in the woods
without a toothbrush!)  I slept like a baby with my face only a few inches
away from his denim encased cock.  (Perhaps a subconscious way of
 acknowledging the power it had over me?)  The next morning we got up and
went back to his house for breakfast.  His two friends were totally
oblivious to what had happended the night before.  Had they discovered what
was going on that night (especially i f they had discovered me with a
mouthful of meat), I suspect that I would have ended up with my face wedged
between two other sets of male thighs!