Date: Tue, 31 Jul 2001 03:32:45 -0400
From: Cherry Balls <cherry_balls@hotmail.com>
Subject: Private Times

This is a true-to-life story.  There are no names, to protect the innocent
(and straight, though that's debatable).  This is my first attempt at
writing erotica, and I'm curious to know what you think of it.  I can be
reached at cherry_balls@hotmail.com if you want to let me know what you
think of it, or want a pen pal.

Thanks,
Cherry Balls


Private Times
by Cherry Balls



My cousin and I have always been best friends.  Always.  There have been
times when he didn't realize it; there have been times when I didn't realize
it, but it has always been a truth.  He was the first member of my family I
told that I was gay.  That was four years ago.  The fact that we had been
best friends for about ten years before I told him, and the fact that I
didn't act "gay" in the stereotypical sense (which is the only sense of gay
people my town had; nobody believed that I was gay, because according to my
high school coach, I didn't have "the tendencies".), this didn't seem to
faze him; at least, not in a negative way.

When I'd come over after that he'd have me pull out my dick and he'd hold
onto it tight and move it around like a joystick, pressing his thumb into
the head of my cock like he expected it to make a missile come out
somewhere.  He would fawn over my dick and tell me how if I would just take
a polaroid of it and take it to school, I would have friends in no time.  I
was proud of my dick, but too shy.  Still, it was nice to hear these things
coming from my best friend who I was now sure was okay with me being gay.
He'd even moon me from time to time.  I'd bet money he didn't know how many
times I'd jacked off to the sight of his rosebud.  I still think about it to
this day.

Then one day, something totally unexpected happened.  We were in his
bedroom.  I was laying on the bottom bunk, my feet on the floor, my back on
the bed.  He was standing up, and he asked me: "You dare me to put my mouth
on it?"  This is how I sucked my first dick (it was attached to a guy I
thought was my friend, only to have him rape me fourteen years into our
friendship), so I knew what he was thinking, but I could also tell he was
terrified of what he was about to do.  I said, "Yeah, go for it."  and he
did.  Unfortunately, that's all he did, put his mouth on it.  No tongue, no
sucking.  But I could feel his lips around the base of my cock and nearly
exploded from that fact alone.  Here was my *best friend* with his mouth
around *my* dick!  He wouldn't even let me see his, and he was putting mine
in his mouth.

That was the closest we got sexually.  It's now four years later and we talk
on the phone occasionally, but we are both constantly moving (it seems to be
a monthly thing with both of us).  The last time I saw him, though, he
commented on how he generally didn't like sideburns, but mine "worked for"
me.  I also told him that I was thinking of doing porn (my dick's eight
inches long, cut, and three inches wide at the base, just a tad narrower in
the shaft and head).  He replied in a joking tone, "No way!  That's my
dream!  You can't take that away, you fucker!", then his tone changed to one
more admiring.  "And with a dick like yours, you'll prolly get in too."

That's the last conversation I remember having with my cousin.  I wonder
what it would be like if he and I were to more fully explore each other.  I
still haven't seen his dick, and what I've seen of his asshole has made me
cum many a time.  I wonder what it would feel like around my tongue.  I must
have jacked off to every position I could think of with him, I don't know
how many times.  I'm back in town for a few weeks, and so is he.  Maybe I'll
go over for a visit some time.