[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]"I'm gonna cum," I said, resisting the urge to go from carefully fucking his mouth to plunging every inch of my dick down his throat. He kinda nodded and hummed, "Mmm-mmm," and backed off to the head of my dick as I unloaded deliciously into his mouth, his tongue all over my knob and I could feel him swallowing and he didn't lift his head up until my dick had gotten totally soft in his mouth. For a moment, I thought he was going to keep going but he eventually sat up, licked his lips, and asked, "Did I do okay?" "Yeah, you did," I said, smiling at him. We both downed big glasses of water before we sat back down and he asked me, "Why does this feel so damned good? Why don't I feel all that bad about this?" "It feels good because it's supposed to," I said. "As to why you don't feel all that bad or guilty? I can't really say; a lot of guys feel very guilty and some guys don't so much. Two things here: One is sucking a guy's dick and being sucked and experience has taught me that some guys just adjust very well to it. The other thing is some guys feel bad for cheating on their woman like this and some guys, well, they just manage to sort it out that if she was giving up the pussy like she's supposed to, they wouldn't be sucking dick and being blown by a guy." "I don't feel bad about it either way," he said. "Should I feel bad about it?" "Not if it doesn't make sense for you to feel bad about it," I said with a shrug; I'd been looking at him the whole time and I could easily see that he was getting aroused again - his knob was starting to peek out from his foreskin again. "Everyone deals with this in their own way and in the best way they can." He just nodded before he asked, "Why didn't I consider this before now? It's not like I didn't know that men did this and it ain't like I never saw men doing this before - saw a lot of it growing up but I never dreamed that one day I wanted to suck a dude's dick." "Nothing unusual about that," I said. "It's a pretty common thing; you know about it, maybe even seen it before, and you just think that it's something you wouldn't do and there isn't a reason why you would... until you find out that there's a reason to." "You're right," he said. "But here I am, huh? I not only did it once but I've done it again and I don't feel bad about it. So, um, listen... do you have time for us to do it again?" "Sure, if you want to," I said and, clearly, he wanted to; his knob was now fully exposed, his dick hard again and this time, I stretched him out comfortably on the sofa and went back to work on him; at one point - and in a sense of a bit of payback - I wet a finger and pressed it against his hole and held it there to see if he'd move away and when he didn't, I pushed the tip of my finger into his ass. He gasped and actually pushed back against my finger and I felt it when the tip of my finger passed his muscles and my finger sank into his ass to the second knuckle. I just held it there while continuing to suck his dick; he was squirming and fucking into my mouth faster and - he exploded, crying out so loudly that I was sure everyone in the building could have heard him. As his dick pulsed, his ass was clamping down on my finger and it was a bit painful but I held it there until I had swallowed his load and his cock started to soften. I eased my finger out, sat up, and just looked at him. "Man, the last time I had a finger in my ass was when I went to the doctor last month!" he said. "Damn, that felt good!" I just smiled at him and kinda stretched out on the sofa as best I could, not only to be more comfortable but to also see what he was gonna do... and I didn't expect him to do anything after having unloaded twice but I guess I was surprised when he rearranged himself so he could suck me... and lifted my legs a little so he could push a fat finger into my ass. I gasped as I felt it going in me but he wasn't going to settle for just holding it in place; he started finger-fucking my hole as he blew me and I was fucking back against his finger and pushing down on it until his whole finger was in my ass; I could feel it against my prostate and the contact made me shudder as he gently - but urgently - shoved his finger in and out of my ass until I groaned that I was gonna cum - and unloaded right after saying it. [/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]Now here we were, one week later; I hadn't gotten settled on the sofa before he just came out and said, "I do want to talk to you... but after we, um, give each other a blow job - is that okay with you?" Well, I knew what he wanted to do so I just said it was okay with me. We both got out of our pants and underwear and his cock was already good and hard, the knob of his dick already free of his foreskin and there was a large drop of pre-cum oozing out of the tip. I sat back down and waved at him to step forward and closer; he gasped and shuddered as I took him deep right off the bat and I just grabbed his hips to steady him before going to town on his dick and balls, every now and then sneaking a peek at him and seeing him staring at me in disbelief... or whatever that expression was or he had his eyes closed as he fucked gently into my mouth. His legs were shaking something fierce and I even took a moment to think about getting him to sit down before he fell down but I just palmed and kneaded his butt cheeks, not just to further entice him to cum but to kinda hold him upright. He unloaded a good-sized load of salty spunk into my mouth; not as much as he did that very first time but enough to get me laughing to myself about him stockpiling his cum just for this moment. I milked every drop from him, released him, then guided him to sit down beside me - he literally fell on his ass onto the sofa, breathing heavily as he composed himself. "Jesus Christ... you are so good at that," he finally said. "I should be," I said and laughed to myself because that's exactly what he said the first time. "Are you okay?" "Yeah, just give me a moment," he said. A moment later, he took a deep breath, kinda sighed, then leaned over to take my cock into his mouth and right away, I noticed that none of the tentative and very nervous behavior he displayed the first time was absent... and I just settled in to enjoy what he was doing to me. We were both kinda splayed on the sofa and I was kinda laid out in a way that, I guess, prompted him to probe my hole with a fat finger; he didn't try to push it into me but he was kinda finger-fucking me without his finger being in me, not that I would have objected if he had pushed it in.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]A month or so ago, I gave one of my neighbors a bro-job out of compassion for his plight of having been made celibate by his wife of many years; I didn't offer it but he essentially asked to not only have his dick sucked but to find out what it was like to suck a man's cock. I could have played dumb when he asked me if I knew of any guys who could accommodate him; I could have said no when he finally got around to asking if I could help him and despite letting him know that I suck cock. But I didn't. I'm not that kind of guy to just sit back and watch him continue to suffer and more so when we've been neighbors for about six years now and, yeah - I've met his wife and she's a piece of work; that and he's a fellow vet which was good enough for me. After we sucked each other off, we sat and talked about what had just taken place and it did my heart good that I didn't have to ask him if he wanted to talk about it - he was more than eager to get his thoughts off his chest and one of the things he asked me was if it was "normal" for married guys to look for sex with other guys who were in the situation he'd found himself in with his wife. I allowed that while some guys would either just accept being made celibate (and keep their complaints about it to themselves) or they'd go find some other woman who'd be happy to give them some pussy but, yeah, some guys just come to the conclusion that the thing they need to do is to have sex - usually oral - with another guy. I left him with two thoughts on my mind. The first was that he was going to okay with what we'd done even though I knew he was going to spend quite a bit of time going over it in his head; the second was that it wasn't going to be a question of [I]if[/I] he'd want to do it again but [I]when[/I] he was gonna want to. I figured that it would take maybe a week or so and, well, I was right about that. I knew that when I saw him exactly one week later and he said that if I had a moment, he wanted to talk to me, we were gonna talk... after we sucked each other off again. I responded to his request by telling him to give me a moment to tell my wife where I was gonna be and when I told her, she just laughed and said, "Yeah, it took him long enough, didn't it?" I laughed as well and went up to see what he wanted to talk about... if he really did want to talk. During that week-long gap, I thought about how I felt about blowing him and I was somewhat indifferent about it; oh, it was satisfying to take his somewhat long and uncut dick and pleasure it and, in turn, myself and I did enjoy the look on his face when he came in my mouth and that stunned look on his face after I let go of him. I thought about the moment he took me into his mouth and with one hand wrapped around my dick, I could feel his whole body just vibrating with nervous energy; at the point, I wasn't sure if he could or would suck me and, as is my habit in first-time situations, I watched him closely for signs of totally freaking out; I barely heard him say, "I have to..." as he closed his mouth around me, his tongue fluttering all over the head of my dick, hearing him breathing so hard I thought he might hyperventilate and then beginning to find his way around how to suck a man's cock. I wasn't all that surprised that he figured it out as quickly as he did; he went from being tentative and unsure of things to sucking and licking my dick like he was an old hand at it. I was going to cum and told him so; was he going to pull away or keep going? He didn't pull away and with his free hand playing with my balls, I came in his mouth; he kinda gagged for a moment but I expected that reaction - it's one thing to tell a guy what it's like to have sperm in your mouth but different to actually have it in your mouth; after a moment - and a moment in which I knew he was deciding to either spit it out or swallow it, he swallowed it and to his relief and my own, he didn't barf.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]One of my other female cousins who I had sex with told me one day, while I was dick deep inside of her and about to cum, "We're cousins - we're supposed to fuck each other!" She even went as far to say that if I hadn't been her cousin, we would have never fucked and that, at first and because she didn't know we were cousins until we were introduced as being cousins, she said she didn't like me one bit when she first saw me. Well, damn! But not ten minutes after we got introduced, she took me by the hand, led me to the barn, and proceeded to fuck me silly not once but twice. The next day found us going down on each other and that's all we did and there were a few times when I actually looked down to make sure my dick still had skin on it. I came back home after that summer wondering if all cousins were like this and, truthfully, not all of my cousins were... but a great many of them were more than eager to have sex with me and I guessed more so when they'd not see me all that often and that, to me, just made whatever sex I was having with them so much better.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]I still very vividly remember the first time I accidentally stumbled upon a brother and sister pair of cousins fucking like it was nobody's business. It didn't really surprise me but in a way it did because if you were to talk to them, you'd think that they were both very prim and proper and, as many of them were, steeped in religious belief but, yeah, there they were going for it big time and my "shock" went further when they eventually discovered I was nearby and watching them... and they invited me to join them. Needless to say, I didn't say no. I'd eventually learn that even those two weren't an "isolated incident;" many of my other cousins were just like them and I would get around to understanding their excitement to learn that their city cousin had no qualms about having sex with them. Had I ever done it with two other people? Oh, most definitely! Ever do it with two other boys? Ha... I've done it that way and with many other boys, too! Suck cock and swallow sperm? Are you kidding me? What sense does it make not to swallow it? Get fucked in the ass? What's taking you so long to stick it in me? Scared to stick it in? Bend over and let me show you how not scared I really am... I thought the kids I hung out with back home were seriously horny... but all of my country cousins had them - and sometimes me - beat by a country mile. They'd often tell me that they wished I lived there and, to be honest, I felt the same way and I do remember the one summer when my parents packed me up and sent me to spend the summer with the brother and sister team I had stumbled across. Holy shit. After the daily chores were done (and I had to do them, too), there was nothing left to do than to go to their favorite spot and fuck until it was lunchtime... and then, after lunch, it was back to more of the same. No less than twice a day, every day for the time I was there, either with both of them or one-on-one with either of them. My male cousin, when we'd go off together, was more than happy to have my dick in his ass; he'd told me that because of where they lived, he didn't get that many chances to be fucked and more so when most of the friends he had was more interested in sucking dick, something he was very good at doing. My female cousin, well, wow. Amazing cock sucker and swallower and she didn't care what hole my dick went in one way or the other and compared to the girls back home? My cousin made them look like they didn't even know about sex, let alone like it! Being with her alone would pretty much find me hanging on for dear life but she admitted that while my dick was a better fit inside her than her brother, she was over the moon over the fact that I could go down on her and stay down there until she'd beg me to stop. "You need to teach him how to eat pussy," she said during an afternoon session with her and the next day, I did just that, alternating between fucking him and sucking his dick while he spent all of his time with his face buried between her legs. I had expressed some concern, of course, about getting caught in the act after our first time together and was told not to worry about it because their parents knew and even approved; they just weren't allowed to do it in the house but they admitted that they managed to anyway. I didn't believe them, of course, but I had reason to after my first one-on-one session with my female cousin; I'd just come in and was trying to hustle to the bathroom to wash up and noticed that my great aunt was giving me a look that, to me, clearly said, "I know what you were doing and who you were doing it with..." - and she was smiling, too. It didn't help that she gave me that look and she was standing in front of me and I knew I smelled like pussy... Had me wondering if that side of my family was a lot more... "weirder" than I could have ever imagined or suspected. Still, I was getting a tremendous and continuing education about sex and how there are no real boundaries other than the ones we make in these things. My male cousin and I would go off to their spot and in between sucking each other off, we'd compare notes and he admitted that he was jealous that I had a lot of male friends close around me who liked to have sex with other boys and I even said that if he were ever to come visit me, I'd be more than happy to introduce him to them. His outlook about sex was what I'd call... pure. In his mind, there was no right or wrong about it even though there was a right and a wrong about it. "We're supposed to have sex," he said just before he went down on me again. "Why does it make that much of a difference who we have it with?" He had a point, I thought, and it was very much in line with what I was learning with my peers back home.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]My country cousins had zero shame about their love of cock; well, I didn't either but, again, their level of shamelessness made me look chaste and prudish. I'd arrive at whomever's home we'd be visiting and the male cousin there would greet me by saying, "I can't wait until we can do it - so let's go!" Many of them were voracious cock suckers and, in today's terms, bottoms and those who weren't bottoms were very versatile in things. I like to think that I "impressed" them since they were of a mind that with me being a city boy, nah, I didn't know anything about this, well, until they found out that I knew a lot about it and in ways that they'd not experienced. My female cousins were even hornier and more eager to have sex with me when I'd visit and I can remember quite a few times when I'd sneak off with a girl whose family we were visiting and we'd fuck like rabbits... then I'd find out that we were cousins and I was impressed that they didn't care if we were cousins; all they cared about was I was a guy they wanted to fuck and, as one told me, because unlike the local boys, I ate pussy really good. With any of them, I was learning that given how... isolated they were - and as compared to living in "the big city" like I did, there weren't that many opportunities for them to have sex outside of whoever was closest to them and even in that, um, family-only way I think everyone expects from kids who grow up on farms, which many of them did. I guess that sex was just one of those things they grew up seeing when whatever animals they had would breed so, by comparison, they were a lot more comfortable than, say, the guys and gals back home. They were bolder, more adventurous and, again, totally without shame and, to my shock and surprise, most of the time? Their parents knew what they were doing and who they were doing it with and even in the family way, if you get my drift.[/SIZE][/FONT]
[FONT=verdana][SIZE=3]At one point in my life, I thought I was the most sex-crazed person in my generation... until I started meeting a lot of my cousins, some who made me look quite virginal by comparison and the girls weren't excluded in this. I'd already been taught that the rush to have sex was outside the confines of the neighborhood I grew up in and my... tryst with my game-playing male cousin was delightful but thought of as one of those one-off things but even in my neighborhood, my friends would have cousins come to visit them and I'd get to meet them... And the guys wanted to do it with other guys and like they couldn't wait to be away from wherever they lived so they could do what they wanted to do. When I would travel to where other family members lived, if they had boys in the family, I learned quickly that they were eager to jump at the chance to ask me, "Have you ever done it with a boy?" when I first met them. I was, about that time, just beginning to shake the feeling that I was the only guy who liked doing it with other boys and while I knew that other boys were like me, jeez - my mind still couldn't quite grasp the true depth of this but those damned horny-assed cousins in my family were doing a very good job of letting me know how very much universal this was. Not that I was complaining about it, mind you! Once those very horny cousins became known to me - and we'd experienced each other, when I'd be told that we were going to visit, I'd breathe a sigh of relief to know that for the duration of our visit, I wasn't going to miss out on any sex and especially dick. What struck me as being funny was that many of my male cousins were of the same mind I had been: They thought that they were the only one or ones so for them to discover that I was like them, they were given the same culture shock I'd gotten about it and once they got over that moment, oh, yeah: It would be on.[/SIZE][/FONT]
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