Date: Thu, 2 Aug 2012 04:58:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: I Was Twelve

I was twelve.  He was thirteen.  We were cousins.  We were visiting our
grandmother.  We had been left alone for the afternoon by the adults.  We
were in her informal living room where the TV was.  I was sitting on the
very large couch that grandmothers always seem to have.  My cousin was
standing between the couch and the TV.

"What do you want to do?"

I knew it was more than a simple question.  I thought of what I wanted to
do, something I had just sort of learned in the last few months, but I
couldn't admit to myself that that was what I wanted to do.  Was that what
my cousin was hinting at?  Did he know about that?  I wasn't sure anyone
else knew about what I had discovered.  When I was alone I liked to take my
pants down and play with my penis.  Something about being in my
grandmother's living room with just my cousin and no adults around seemed
to have the same air of freedom that being alone at home had.

"I don't know, what do you want to do?"

"Do you want to play some dirty games?"

I gave an embarrassed smile.  I didn't know with dirty games were, but I
was curious; they sounded like something I did want to play, whatever they
were.

"Mmmm ... I guess."

My cousin sat next to me on the couch. He reached for my crotch and started
rubbing the outside of my pants.

"Feel me," he stated matter-of-factly.

I knew where.  I reached over and put my hand on top of a very full pair of
dungarees.  My cousin began delicately manipulating my swelling penis,
sliding his fingertips up and down making it lengthen with his touch.  I
copied his movements.  His penis lengthened.  It felt so large and fat in
comparison to mine.  Every time he looked over at me I smiled and giggled
nervously.  I realized for the first time that somebody else "knew."

"Let's take our blue jeans off," he decided.

We both leaned back and unbuckled.  We pulled them down and off over our
bare feet and threw them aside on the floor.  He leaned forward and pulled
his T-shirt off and threw it on top of his blue jeans.  I did the same.

My cousin got up and kneeled on the floor in front of me.  He looked up at
me and without a word reached up with both hands and put his fingers on
each side of waistband of my cotton briefs.  I smiled, knowing what he was
going to do and lifted my hips so he could pull my underpants down to my
knees.  I gave a goofy grin when my fattened, but not erect penis was
exposed.  It sat on my just beginning to plump, loose scrotum; there were a
few fine straight dark hairs there and a few just above.  My cousin took my
uncut member in between the thumb and first two fingers of both of his
hands.  He leaned forward between my spread knees and put my penis into his
mouth.  I closed my eyes from the sheer sensation.  If these were dirty
games I definitely wanted to play.

My cousin was bobbing his head up and down sliding my slowly stiffening
member in and out of his mouth.  I didn't know what to do except sit there
and watch him.  My tummy muscles started to spasm from pleasure.  I wanted
to laugh, but I didn't.  He got me fully stiff.  He sat up and pulled my
underwear the rest of the way down and threw it on my pile on the floor.  I
was now totally naked on my grandmother's couch.

My cousin went back to sucking my penis.  Up and down, up and down, over
and over.  I lightly held onto his shoulders.  I closed my eyes.  I didn't
know if I could keep feeling better.  I blinked and looked down.  I could
see the concentration on my cousin's face as he worked between my knees.  I
got even stiffer.  I wanted to tell him to stop, but I didn't want him to
stop.  My cousin took my fully erect penis out of his mouth.  He started to
lick the shaft with his tongue.  His nose was bumping against the tip of my
erection.  He looked up.  I looked back.  He knew I was enjoying it.  My
cousin stopped after a couple of minutes.  He stood up and lowered his
cotton briefs.

There it was.  It was hanging slightly forward, just swelling, three inches
long, uncut; below hung a ruddy purse, above a developing jet-black patch
of curly hair that looked like a little beard.  My cousin climbed onto the
couch with one knee on each side of my reclining torso.  He grabbed the
tall back of the couch with both hands and scooted forward.  It was inches
from my face.  I knew it was my turn.  My erection twitched as I leaned
over to suck his fat cock.  Taking its spongy weight in my hand, I leaned
forward, lifted it and introduced it into my mouth.

At first I was stupefied as the hooded head of his large cock gently pushed
between my pouted lips.  I could taste a saltiness on my tongue.  I moved
his member gently back and forth with my hand a few times.  The foreskin
squirmed back and forth on the ridge of his cockhead between the roof of my
mouth and the tip of my tongue.  His member lengthened.  My cousin rocked
side to side to adjust his position and it slid farther in.  I could taste
more as his hood pulled back.

I followed my cousin's example and began to bob my head up and down.  I
heard a grunt and my cousin became more insistent, pushing his hips
forward.  My head was firmly pressed back into my grandmother's couch.  I
inhaled his scent.  At first, I just held my hands up not knowing what to
do, but then I reached with one hand to cradle his full, hanging sack from
behind.  This allowed me to hold my position as my cousin's cock stiffened
and took a more upward curve.  With my other hand I reached down and began
fingering my own hard shaft.

A few times, my cousin pushed too far when I had bobbed forward.  He was so
stiff and engorged I choked a little.  I looked up and I saw my cousin
looking down, eyes half closed in pleasure.  I held my head steady against
the back of the couch and let him push the first few inches in and out at
his pace.  I reached down with both hands and rubbed myself more fervidly.
My cousin was fully erect at this point.  He tilted his pelvis back to get
a better angle to enter my mouth.  The pace of his thrusts increased.
Sometimes his member slipped from my lips.  He put it back in quickly.  My
jaw was stretched fully by the size of his swollen cockhead and my tongue
was getting tired.  I looked up to see my cousin grimacing, mouth taut, as
he watched me take his thick phallus.  I could hear irregular, deep gasps
as his thrusts grew more ragged.

"Suck harder," commanded my cousin, his voice insistent.

I did as I was told.  I could see in the few inches before my face that my
cousin's scrotum had pulled up tight.  The black curly hairs stood out,
erect, surrounding the base of his shaft.  The head of his cock grew
thicker, the ridge flared more firmly in my mouth.  My cousin began to
grunt.

"Ungh ... Ungh ... Ungh..."

Faster and faster my cousin forced his member forward with his hips.  I was
having trouble sucking fast enough.  I couldn't keep my saliva from being
forced from the corners of my mouth.

"Uhh ... uhh ... I'm ... I'm ... I'm going to come!"

I didn't know what he meant. I didn't know about sperm.

All of a sudden I felt my cousin's cock give a hard jerk upward.

"Unnggh!"

A blast of thick liquid hit the back of my throat.  I started to gag.  I
tried to get my mouth off of my cousin's cock.

"Unngh."

Another blast shot into my mouth.

"Uhhhn ..."

My cousin was going crazy.  I pulled back enough so that his third shot
erupted just as his cock jerked free from my lips.  Some of it went up my
nose, the rest on my face.  I was trying to spit whatever it was out of my
mouth.

"Nnnhhh ...," my cousin groaned, desperate to stick his cock back in my
mouth.

He grabbed his turgid shaft and put the fat, unhooded head back between my
lips just as it spurted again.  I didn't try to move away, I just mouthed
his bulbous, swollen helmet.

"Unh ... unh ... ohhhh ..."

He emptied a few more salty spurts onto my tongue.  Much of it dribbled
out, down my chin and onto my chest.  I held the end of his penis in my
mouth as his twitching throbs slowed.

My cousin carefully eased his exposed cockhead from my lips.  It was purple
and red and very shiny from my saliva.

"That was great!"

I didn't say anything.  What could I say?  It was.

My cousin scooted back on his knees.  I wiped my face with my fingers.

"Wait, I'll go get a towel so you can clean up."

Off he went to the kitchen. I looked down and saw some runny white globs on
my chest. Farther down I could see my tight foreskin pulled back enough to
reveal the flushed red tip of my penis.  It was sticky.  I rubbed it up and
down and it felt good.  I stopped when I heard my cousin coming back.  He
toweled up the sticky mess on my chest.

"Do you want me to suck you again?"

I was in a daze.

"Okay," was all I could muster in response.

"Stand up."

I did and my cousin sat on the floor in front of the couch and went down on
me.  He grabbed my behind with both of his hands and pulled my firm penis
into his mouth and sucked me.  He ran his tongue around the tip.  I felt
dizzy.  I looked down and saw him with my erection in his mouth.  Below
that I saw his limp, but still distended cock sitting on his thighs.  His
foreskin had rolled up and was noticeably red against his white skin.  I
felt hot.  I pushed in and out of his mouth a little like he had done.
After a few minutes he stopped, got up and sat on the couch.

I sat beside him.  We were naked, side-by-side on our grandmother's couch.

"Do me one more time."

I leaned over his lap.  I took his limp cock in my hand and started sucking
it.  Even though he had wiped up in the kitchen I could taste the white
stuff , especially as his foreskin rolled back. My cousin ran his right
hand through my hair as he became erect in my mouth.  I put my feet up on
the couch so I could stretch out and rested my head in his lap as I went up
and down on his stiffened member.  I could smell the scent of adolescence
rising from his crotch. With his left hand he rubbed my back, eventually
running his hand down to caress the soft skin of my naked rear.  I could
feel a wetness on the inside of my thighs as I squeezed my erection between
them in my excitement.  My cousin held my head and pushed his erection
upward.

"Suck harder."

I knew what was coming.  I bobbed up and down and the stiff rod pushed
against the back of my mouth.

"Nnhh ... nnhh ... nnnhh ..."

I could feel my cousin's legs tense up.  He held me with a firm grip.

"I'm gonna shoot!"

I felt his shaft swell and then it began to throb repeatedly as he
ejaculated.

"Unnghh ... Unggh ... Unnghh!"

I gagged again, but I let the thick cream slide from my mouth.  There
wasn't as much as last time.  After the pulsations died down, I gently ran
my tongue around my cousin's shaft because I liked it in my mouth.  When I
tried to lick higher around the prominent rim of the head, my cousin
flinched.

"Stop!  That's enough."

My cousin pulled my head off his erection.  His cockhead was purpler than
before.  His white stuff had leaked down and stuck in the black hair around
his shaft.

"Get me the towel," my cousin ordered.

I got up and fetched it.  My cousin wiped the white globs out of his curly
black hair surrounding his deflating member; they seem to stick like glue.
He ran his left hand up his shaft and squeezed a final drop from the end of
his penis.  He delicately dabbed this up with a fold of the towel.  He
finished by wiping up his saliva-slick sack.

"C'mere."

I stepped nearer my cousin.  He leaned forward and took a part of the towel
that wasn't as dirty and gave my crotch a quick wipe down, and then he
stood up.  He looked down on my face.  I felt kind of bashful.  My cousin
took my chin in his hand and wiped around my mouth.  The towel smelled
strongly of my cousin's semen; we later washed it in the kitchen sink.

"Let's get dressed."

I went to my pile and my cousin went to his.  We picked up our cotton
briefs and stepped into the leg holes.  I gave a last look to my cousin's
large, hanging, reddened cock as he stuffed it into the pouch of his
underwear.  When I pulled mine up, the soft cotton felt good against my
still tingling penis and scrotum.  After we finished dressing we made sure
that the living room looked like nothing happened.

My cousin's demeanor changed during this interlude. He reluctantly answered
a few of my questions, but seemed not to want to talk about what had just
happened.  He became noncommittal and a little distant.  I was confused.
We just sort of watched TV until our parents returned.

Our families only saw one another once or twice a year.  My cousin and I
never mentioned what happened after that and we never repeated anything of
the sort with each other ever again.

Every day, for about the next six months, I thought about my cousin: his
cock, its hardness, the taste of his come, the curly hair, the scent of his
crotch, until I found another boy that wanted to play dirty games.



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