That Summer

An experience shared by Michael:

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As near as I can remember, it started when I was eleven. I had been getting these urges, and funny thoughts running in my head. Of course, I knew what sex was, that it was called screwing and fucking. I even knew what it was like to have your dick sucked, my younger sister having done it to both the cousin I’m talking about and me in the changing room by the pool. It was a brief encounter and as I remember was more confusing than satisfying. Anyway that’s a whole other story. It was the start of summer, school had let out and my cousin had come over to our house to stay for a couple of weeks. He was two years older than me, and I thought he was an adult – he was so cool.

We were typical boys, doing all the things you would expect; we even had a fort in a field. It was back under the trees in an area that was pretty secluded, we could see anyone coming long before they could see us, it was an excellent fort, and as it turned out we found its remoteness to be an advantage in another way. One of my cousin’s favorite comebacks when you said something to him was, “suck my dick.” Not very original, I know, but to an eleven year old it was brilliance. As I said, my hormones where kicking into gear, and I was having some wild dreams. It was then that I developed a plan: One of these times when he said “suck my dick,” I would agree to it if he would do the same for me. It was a great plan; you see if he took it wrong I could play it off like a joke, if he didn’t? Well? My dick got hard just thinking about it.

It seemed to take forever for the time to be right, he had to say it when we were in the right place and had the time to go through with it. Finally, at long last (probably a day or so after coming up with the plan) we were in the fort, it was mid-week, and no adults around. I said something to him I knew would get him to use his catch phrase, and it worked.

“Suck my dick,” he said. I swear I got instantly hard.

I told him, “I will if you will.” Well, that caught him off guard. I remember him looking at me sideways with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Then he realized I was serious and he began to grin.

“What? Right here, right now?” he asked. I said sure, but only if he sucked me first. I didn’t want him backing out after I had sucked him. He thought about it for a second or two, and then said “Okay.”

Now we had seen each other naked since we were little – we had showered together, got dressed together, and even peed together. We had seen each other with hard dicks, soft dicks and even little shrunk dicks from swimming in really cold water, but this time it was different. I was a little nervous when I stood up, unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. My dick made it difficult to get my underwear off as it was as hard as steel, but I got my pants down and my little dick was standing strait up.

My cousin knelt down in front of me reached out, grabbed my dick, and just put the whole thing in his mouth. I think he did it quick, just to get it over with. Of course being that age, it was only about four inches long and as big around as your thumb, so taking it all in his mouth was nothing, he started sucking and bobbing his head back and forth. I remember thinking, “Wow, this is it! I’m really having sex.” Then he pulled his mouth off and I thought, “Hey! That’s not enough!” But he started to lick the length of it, then wonder of wonders, he licked my balls.

At that point I was shaking like crazy, it wasn’t his oral skills, it was the fact of what we were doing. I was light headed, my knees began to wobble, I finally put my hands on his shoulders and he took this to mean I wanted him to stop. He hissed at me, “Hey, if you’re going to cum, you better tell me first.” I was confused at first, then I recalled him telling me he could “shoot jizz” out of his dick now. He laughed at me and said all I could do was dry fire. It took me some time to figure out what he had meant, but eventually with the help of some books in the bottom drawer of my dad’s dresser I got the idea. Now here he was, thinking I was going to shoot jizz, man what a rush. I couldn’t of course, but he thought I could, and it made me feel older.

He stood up and said now it’s your turn, and undid his pants. His dick sprang out at me, hard as a rock. I knelt there in the dirt and took a good look at this thing before me. It was like mine, but different. It stood strait out, mine curved up, the head was smaller than mine, but it was longer, and he had hair. Right above it, at the base and a few strands on his balls. I noticed a smell, not unpleasant, kind of musky, and how it would move up and down with the beating of his heart.

He must have thought I was going to back out because he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to him. I instinctively opened my mouth. He shoved it in so far I gagged, and then he slapped me on the head and told me not to use my teeth. That pissed me off. I told him if he hit me again I would bite his balls right off. I held the base of it and started again, sucking and bobbing my head like he had done to me, being careful to keep my teeth out of the way. I soon found that if I took it just right and kind of swallowed, I could get the whole thing in my mouth. When I started doing this, he started talking and moaning, I don’t know what he said, I was concentrating on not choking.

I found I really liked doing this. I liked the way I could change what I was doing and he would moan, or squirm. I kept looking up to see the expressions on his face. I would lick his balls, and suck on them, then lick the underside of his dick and he would grab my head and start thrusting. It was then that I noticed a taste in my mouth, not unpleasant, kind of salty, and sweet. I thought he had come in my mouth, but he didn’t say anything so I just kept going. I really wanted to taste more of this.

Then he did something strange, he grabbed my head and really started to pump my mouth, it was then I knew what was coming, I kept thinking he’ll stop and tell me, like he said I had to. Then I got the taste in my mouth again, only more of it. I really started sucking then, trying to get even more of it. Then it happened, I felt his dick swell, and he shoved it in as far as he could. I started to swallow so as not to choke, and he came with a rush. He just held my head there. I could feel his dick pulse, and I knew he was shooting jizz. I had been swallowing and when the first spurt came out I just swallowed it, and I just kept swallowing. He finally stopped coming and slowly pulled his dick from my mouth. I was sucking hard as he did this, and he complained he was too sensitive for that.

The taste was a little bitter, but not bad. I wanted something to drink, so we went back to my house and I got a Pepsi. I’ll never forget that, the taste of cum and Pepsi. I was kind of mad that he had cum and not said anything first. He apologized and said it had happened so fast he didn’t have time. I didn’t really believe him, but I had liked it so much I didn’t make much of a fuss. I had finished my Pepsi and we were talking in my room, I noticed he had a hard-on again (mine had never gone down). I pointed at it and asked if I could try again, he just unzipped his pants and pulled it out.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed when I got down between his legs and started to suck. It was awkward because of his jeans, and he finally stood up and pulled them off, then he pulled off his shirt, and lay back down. I got light headed again. There I was, kneeling between the legs of a totally naked man (at least he seemed like a man to me). I started to tremble again. With him lying down I could pay more attention to his balls. When I would suck on them, he would pull his knees up and I could lick the underneath side.

I was playing with my dick by then, and I stopped and pulled it out so I could stroke it better. He saw me do this and thought I wanted to screw him. “Hey, you’re not shoving that thing up my butt!” he said.

“No,” I told him, “it’s just too tight to keep it in my pants.”

While I was sucking him and playing with my dick, I got so horned up that when pulled his knees up to his chest as I licked his balls, I stuck my tongue out and licked his butt hole! I just felt so strange, so dirty, something came over me and I just did it.

Well, he really started moaning. He grabbed his dick and started pulling on it like crazy. I was stroking mine and I started to cum. I didn’t shoot jizz, it was more like something snapping inside. I could do it over and over, and just then I was. I started trying to push my tongue in his hole and then he came. My head was swimming. He put his legs down so I had to stop licking his butt. I went back to his dick, but again he pushed me away saying it was too sensitive.

I saw he had shot his “jizz” all over his stomach and chest. I was still so excited I just started to lick it up (I had to work to get it out of his belly button). He was just lying back, letting me clean him up. I worked my way up his chest and found he had a drop on his chin. I went to lick it off and he must have thought I wanted a kiss, because he pulled me to him and French kissed me!

I had kissed a girl before (female cousin, just to see what it was like), but this time it was different. He was naked, I had my pants down, and he was kissing me with his tongue. I just kind of melted into him. At this point I knew I was the girl in this relationship. We lay next to each other for a long time. He was still hard and so was I (ah, youth). I was playing with his dick and started to kiss his chest as I worked my way back down. I sucked him for a long time this time before he finally came, and I swallowed it all. I was developing a real taste for it now.

I also liked the feeling of power I got by sucking him off. I could make him do things for me just by saying maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore. He stayed for a couple of more days and I got to where I could make him cum fast or slow. When I really wanted to make him cum, I would lick his butt – that always worked. We nearly lived in the fort those last few days, and at night when everyone was asleep I would suck him most of the night.

That was the last time we stayed at each other’s house that summer. My aunt would come over to visit, and we would head to the fort, but it was a lot harder to do and not get caught. The summer ended and it was back to school. We were able a few times to get together at holidays and family things, but we had to be careful. By the time the next summer rolled around, I think we were both almost frantic with lust.

The first stay over was at my house; this was excellent. My parents managed a boarding stable and there were tons of places two horny boys could hide. I was almost thirteen then, and feeling much older. My cousin had stopped talking about his dick and started calling it his cock, and said how he liked me to lick his ass. The first two days where pretty normal. I would suck him whenever I had a chance, and he wanted me to all the time. The second night, however, we were in a 69 and he said he wanted to try something different. I said okay.

He got to his knees and told me to get on all fours in front of him. He got behind me and started to rub his cock against my asshole, and then tried to push it in. Well, it hurt like hell and he couldn’t get it in. I had read a story in one of my father’s books about a woman being fucked in the ass by her brother and how she had used lube, and had pushed like she was taking a crap as he pushed into her. I told my cousin to wait and I would be back in a minute. I went to the bathroom, and tried to take a dump but couldn’t then grabbed the jar of Vaseline out from under the sink. I went back to my room and found my cousin still kneeling on the bed; I knew he must really want to do this.

Following what the woman had done in the story, I rubbed some Vaseline on his cock and then tried to push some up into my ass. Then I had to run back to the bathroom naked to get a towel to wipe of my hands. It was a great feeling to be naked and have my ass all slick. I got back to the room and crawled in front of my cousin once again, and told him to try but to stop if I said stop and to go slow. He started to push and I tried to relax, he kept pushing harder, and then all at once he popped in!

He went about half way and it hurt like fire. I kept hissing at him to stop. He started to pull out and I told him, “Just fucking hold still!” It seemed like forever, but the pain started to subside, and I started to push back against him. He just held still, as I worked him in and out of me. After a few minutes the pain was all but gone and the reality of what I was doing hit me. I was letting my cousin fuck me like a girl, and I liked it.

He tried to thrust harder in me and I had to make him stop, it had started to hurt again. He held my hips in his hands and let me work back and forth on him and then without warning he came. I could tell by his breathing and the throbbing of his cock he was coming. He pushed all the way up in me and lay on my back.

In telling the story of my time with my cousin, it has caused me to reflect on what affect it may have had on the rest of my life, if any. I’ve always been secure in my sexual identity. I realized at an early age that I liked sex. I knew I wasn’t gay because I couldn’t imagine falling in love with a man, but having sex with one was just fine with me. I have never feared labels. By definition I’m bisexual, but honestly I just enjoy sex.

That’s the first half of the story. Hope you enjoyed it, more to follow.

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Michael shares his experiences with his younger sister in Exploring the Night.

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