I blame my sexual curiosity on the internet. When most kids where watching Mr. Rodgers or Sesame Street, I was trading nude photos over AOL. I soon found myself unsatisfied with “normal” porn. I think I was 10 when I realized that my sexuality was a moving target. Sex is about release. It is about satisfying the primal urges that we are slaves to. My mind was overwhelmed with the landscape that was the porn scene. After all of this, though, I still felt as though I would forever remain sexually unsatisfied. I would play with myself or jerk my small, 10 year old little cocker, but to no avail. I realized that there was a need that would not be met by my own efforts. I needed someone else. I needed another person to share my sexual frustrations with. Who would I share this with? Who would be able to satisfy my sexual frustrations.
Perhaps this is a good time to describe my situation. I was a ten, at this time, small below, and undersized for my age. I had a lot of growing to do. I was maybe 4 inches completely erect. I would rub it until I felt some relative feeling of satisfaction, but it was never enough. I didn’t care who it was, but I needed another person to share these sexual needs with. Being in a close knit family, I had a cousin, male, not two years younger than me, who was sexually innocent and confused and very easily molded.
Andrew was his name, being the my aunts son, we were the closest in age of all my relatives. We got along well enough. I felt sometimes like I was a big brother to him. We would climb trees and catch snakes together. We were best friends as kids. As I began to reach my sexual awakening, I found that while he was a few years off, he was still mine ton control.
The first experience began when I had just turned 13, and him 11. It was summer, so we had plenty of time on our hands. We would spend our entire days outside, away from our parents. We would spend the day outside, on our own time. Living and breathing in every bit of nature. Every once in a while I would mention something about sex. He was confused, so he would pretend to agree with everything I said, but it wasn’t long before our relationship blossomed.
I showed him a picture of a topless girl that I had traded for. I saw his eyes sparkle, and I found a small tent growing in my pants. I knew that he didn’t understand homosexuality or heterosexuality, so I felt as if this was my opportunity to capitalize on this.
We were both topless, as the heat had made our shirts unnecessary. As his attention was focused was on the photo, I let my hands wonder on to his nipples. He was quick to jump away from my touch. I had figured as much, knowing that he would be hesitant at first. I was patient though, and I knew that with enough patience, I would get what I wanted. He giggled and pulled away, remaining focused on the picture.
“You see how they kiss in that picture?” I said as his breath was shallow with lust.
“Yeah, it seems kind gross” he said in a similar response.
I knew that the deck was stacked against me, and I would have to wear away at his innocence. I knew what I wanted from him, and I was up to the challenge. I hinted and what it would be like to do that and make hints and kissing him, the whole time he seems again as if he didn’t understand what I was talking about. I knew he knew, and I knew that he was willing, as long as I could push him in the right direction.
We talked about kissing for some time, and, finally, in the tree house, I convinced him. It was slow at first. We started with nothing more than peck on the lips. It wasn’t much different than we had offered to our parents. With all of the blood rushing out of my brain and into my penis, I began to lose focus on control, and began to become more primal in my urges. I heard his muffled groans as I pressed him against the ground and drove my lips and tongue into his mouth. He resisted a little at first, but I think he trusted me, and eventually gave into my advances. He reflected my advances, pressing his tongue and lips back against mine. I felt his resistance fading and his primal urges beginning to overtake him.
As our lips and tongues tangled, I found a loss of time. We could’ve been there forever, but I wouldn’t have known. We were connected, and I felt as if there was only one thing to do, take this beyond a kiss. I pushed him back against the ground and moved my mouth down across his bare chest and pulled his pants down. He wriggled at first, not understanding what I was doing, but as I maintained my purposeful movements, he succumbed to my advances, and gave way to a relaxed, deep breathing.
His limp dick popped out of his underwear as I pulled them down around his ankles. He inhaled quickly, but soon became lost again in the moment. I ignored his mumbled ______ and continued kissing down his front. I kissed across his soft nipples, tasting the youthfulness in his flesh, and down across his belly button. I probed in his belly button with my tongue, holding on to his hips as he laughed and squirmed underneath the assault of my tongue. It was playful up until now, but I noticed a change in his attitude as I continued to kiss across his hips, pelvis, and finally began kissing his cock. He sat up in a rush, and looked at me questioningly. I did nothing more than look up at him while I kissed his small, hardening cock, with a relaxed look in his eyes, he settled back into his lustful innocence.
In one gulp, I enveloped his cock him my mouth, sucking softly. It was as if my licks and sucks were forcing life into his cock as it sprung to life in my mouth. Within a few seconds, the four inches were almost touching the back of my throat as I sucked greedily on his cock. He bucked and pushed against my mouth as I placed my against his ass, pulling him into my mouth. At this point we were both beyond our consciousness, only doing what felt right. I pressed my lips against his tiny ball sack, and opened my mouth to take all of it into my mouth. I played with his balls, splitting the moving them around in my mouth. He moaned softly, and his eyes began to roll into the back of his heads. I don’t know what possessed me, but I had begun to just go with any urges that overcame me.
Without thinking, I took his legs in my hands, and pressed them back, giving me full access to his ass. I licked from the bottom of his balls sack to his sweet little asshole. His squirmed under my tongue, but I couldn’t resist. I licked softly at first, and with increased momentum, I started licking and sucking harder on his tight little ass. I took his little moans as encouragement, and in one fluid motion, drove my tongue as far as I could into his ass. His giggles mixed with his moans as he continued to buck against my tongue. As I moved my hand up to play with his growing cock, I knew that our time here was going to be short.
I heard his moans mixed with “I’m gonna..I’m gonna” in a soft breath, and I knew what was about to happened. With one final lick, I moved my tongue from his asshole, up across his balls sack, and pulled his cock into my mouth, pulling it deep into my mouth. His hips bucked a few times involuntarily as he hit his breaking point. I wrapped my hands around his ass as he squirmed and moaned. With a few final bucks he began to cum. I gagged a little at the first spurt, but I welcomed his spurts against the back of my throat, swallowing his seed, welcoming it into my belly. He finally put his hands on my head, as looked up at him while he finished. With a mouth full of his cum, I kissed him deep and passionately, taking his tongue full in my mouth, sucking his sweet cum off of my lips. With a final breath I asked “How was that?”
With a staggering response, he just moaned again. I pulled him close to him, and knew that our relationship was about to change. With the rest of the summer break ahead of us, I could only begin to imagine the things that we could do.
…To be continued.
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