Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2006 22:06:27 +0100
From: Expat Stud <expatstud@gmail.com>
Subject: Tent in the Back Yard, Part II

As I mentioned in the previous post, I stayed with my
Aunt and Uncle for a summer in Cynthiana, KY when I was
15. My older cousin Scott and I slept in a tent in the
back yard of the house, and after many fitful attempts on
his part, we finally started messing around. I finally
jerked him off one night and while he was outside pissing
I tasted his cum. And I was hooked on it.

The next morning I felt really strange about it all-I
still had several months to stay with them and I did not
want Scott to get freaked out by what had happened. I
needn't have worried; he was totally cool about it and
the daytime was just the same as it had been all
along-fishing, smoking, sneaking into his dad's porn
collection, going to the 1 dollar cinema. But at nite
time things always heated up-we'd go to that tent and
Scott would strip down to nothing, and in the dark he
would put my hand on his cock and I would start jacking
him. It always ended the same, with my face in his balls,
my tongue lapping them up while he jacked himself to
completion. He'd go outside to piss and I would secretly
lick his jizz off my hands. Yes, it became a nightly
occurrence, until about a week later when Scott decided
to spice it up a bit.

It began as all other nights had begun: Scott writhing
around, arching his back, trying to get his nut. He'd
stretch his long legs out, he'd reach up and pull my face
into his balls. It was the same routine. Until suddenly
he did not just pull my face into his nutsack, he pulled
it up to his cock so that he was jacking it on my face.
He asked me to lick it, to just lick the shaft, that's
all I had to do, it would feel so good. I was hesitant
about this-I did not want to be labeled a cocksucker,
after all-but I was definitely intrigued-his cock felt
and smelt good, it was pulsing against my cheek. What the
hell, I thought, I had gone this far and Scott was still
my friend, so I began to run my tongue up his shaft while
he jerked away.

This obviously ignited something in Scott-in no time at
all he was guiding my head up and down, getting me to
lick his dick head on occasion (and by accident-I had
drawn the line mentally.) But Scott had not drawn a line
and did not recognize mine on this occasion-my tongue
must have felt good there because he suddenly sat up and
got on his knees, telling me not to stop, telling me to
suck his dick, that he really wanted me to suck his dick.
And he grabbed his cock at the base and started rubbing
his leaking dick head all over my lips, telling me to
open my mouth, to let him fuck my mouth. I resisted
initially-I was happy enough with Scott just rubbing it
on my lips-but must have let down my guard for an
instant, as I suddenly felt him enter. I had never sucked
a cock before this-I'd only seen it in those magazines of
his dad's, and I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. I
needn't have worried, though-Scott knew what to do.

He grabbed my head and started pulling it down on his
cock, telling me to open up wider and to watch the teeth.
I couldn't help but gag-I don't know how long his cock
was but it was long enough to hit the back of my mouth at
least. He told me to relax, told me to get used to it
(how could I get used to it when he kept pulling my head
onto it?) He was moaning, telling me how good it felt,
saying how he loved getting his dick sucked, begging me
not to stop. And the more he kept it up the easier it was
for me. I started to take an active interest in sucking
his dick. I wanted to really explore what I was doing. I
managed to get down to his pubes after a while and I
relished the taste and the feeling of a cock in my mouth.

I was so turned on by all of this that I couldn't help
myself, I just had to beat off. Scott took this as a cue
that I liked blowing him, and that became the topic of
his talking at this point, talking about how good I was
at sucking his dick, how I enjoyed sucking his dick, how
I could suck his dick all summer long if I wanted. He
would hold my head in place, fucking my mouth, and then
he would change and start pulling my head back and forth
faster and then slower so that I was in effect fucking
his cock. It was hot!

Scott was getting close, and I began to start wondering
what would happen-I didn't want him to shoot into my
mouth. I had tasted his cum for a week, but that was
different-it had been up to me, it had been my choice. He
was moaning a lot, almost whining from the sensations,
and kept telling me to 'eat his nut'. At the time I had
no idea what he was talking about, so I pulled off his
cock and went back to his balls. Scott quickly let me
know that he did not mean for me to go back to his balls,
and he pulled my head back up and stuck his dick in my
mouth again, pumping all the while. He told me to play
with his balls, to pull on them, and I recall they were
not nearly as loose as they had been before. They were
still loose enough to bounce under my chin, though, it
was so hot outside.

I was really getting into sucking Scott's dick, using my
mouth in various ways: running my tongue around the head,
squeezing it in my mouth. It all became too much for
Scott-he grabbed my head and just started saying 'Fuck
Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck' as he pumped away. Suddenly he gave
one final big plunge and started to cum, and cum hard. He
continued to pump my mouth, just not as vigorously. Every
time he would retract I was able to taste more of his
jizz-salty and strong-and he kept it up for I don't know
how long-there must have been a good five or six big
shots there, followed by some little bits.

Scott held my head in place, letting me nurse on his cock
until it gradually went down. I had cum already at this
point. He finally pulled off, saying something to effect
to not be disappointed, that there was more where that
came from (and laughing at his own humor.) Funny thing
is, he was right in a way-I was a bit disappointed. I had
liked sucking him off, I had liked tasting his cum, I had
liked feeling his cock get soft again in my mouth.

'Fuck man, I don't think I'll have to jack off for the
rest of the summer,' (or something like that-this was
more than 20 years ago.) Scott had already mapped out in
his mind that this would be a new part of our daily
ritual, and he was right-it became a daily event, always
with some variation. Initially he would be the one to
initiate it by taking his shorts off and jacking off,
mentioning how nice it would be to have a blowjob,
telling me I could suck it if I wanted. After a few days
of this he would just walk up to me and stick his cock in
my face. After a while I got so hooked on sucking dick
that I made the first move, taking advantage of every
opportunity I could find. And we did not restrict our
activities to the tent, either; his parents worked during
the day, and his sister usually did not want to hang out
with boys. Most days we had the house to ourselves and I
eventually sucked his dick in every room in the house. We
got really good at it-I figured out what moves he liked
better than others, I learned not to gag, and he learned
how to last longer.

And then a new twist was added when the cat we had
thought we had heard outside was not a cat, but the
neighbor man-nice looking, very blue collar, and
apparently very horny. That will need to wait a bit,
though-I'm quite worked up from this one!

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