It was when i was eighteen, that I got my ass fucked and creamed, unfortunately, it was by my cousin, Richie. Well, I should say FORTUNATELY instead, but now that Richie creamed my ass with his man juice, things have been weird between us. I was a city boy, always have been, and never changed. I would go up to my Aunt Hilda's for a week every summer to spend some time with my cousin Richie, since he was an only child, and his father walked out on them when he was two.
We were one year apart in age, but two years in school. He had blonde hair, and blue eyes. He had an incredible tan, and he wears usually nothing but a pair of raggy denim overalls when he farms outside in the fields.
I didn't mind helping him one summer, when i came down for my annual visit, and he didn't seem to care either. He gave me his extra bike, and we biked down to the corn field to gather corn for dinner. He got off his bike, and waited for me to do the same, and after I got off, he pushed me into the corn stalks playfully. It hurt a little, but the pain quickly subsided. One of his buckle came off, and his erect nipple was showing. He pinned me tightly against the dirt ground, and I could feel his pulsing dick through the tight denims.
"You've got one hell of an erection there Richie" I exclaimed, laughing.
Before I knew it, he unbuckled the other side, and his pants fell straight down, revealing his huge massive cock. It must have been a 10 inchers, cause I stood almost a foot long. His dick was tanned as well, he must have been laying down somewhere naked. His dick just turned me on, and pretty soon, my boy was calling to come out.
"You know you want this up your ass" he said, his eyes twinkling.
I couldn't and still can't really believe it happened. I live in an entirely Italian neighborhood, complete with your big-shot teen street gangs. Everybody is real cool though, and no-one really messes in anyone else's business. There's just something about a smooth Italian chest that really turns me on.
I grabbed a beach towel and took off in my car. When I got there, I found his secluded little road and followed it to this huge sand dune near the ocean. No one was around but me, and I lay on my back and decided to take a nap. I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew I was staring at the biggest cock I'd ever seen. I looked up further and I was now looking at a young-looking dude.
We had just graduated from high school, and we wanted to spend the summer at a cabin in the mountains. George's parents had an old cabin and we decided to ask them if we could use it for a while. This would be our chance to be real "men".
Normally, I would have been relaxed and spent after a month in the city of Miami, but this time I had spent the entire time with family. That meant no chance of any time on my own. What a drag! Well, I'd gotten home to my apartment late on a Thursday night and fell right into bed. The next morning, I woke with a raging hardon and full balls that were begging for release.
He had found an old journal that had belonged to an ancestor. The name one the outside of the tattered journal was Oliver Jefferson IV. It didn't take long for Hank to sit down and begin reading the diary-- "My name is Oliver Jefferson, the fourth. I write this diary for no one other than myself. I am 69 years old, set to turn 70 in just a few days.
As good as they were, I didn't know how special this day would turn out to be. Just off the food court of the terminal was the Mens' Room, a rather large Mens Room. It had the noisy double doors, and the main restroom was subdivided by having the twelve urinals and matching washbasins in the front portion, and trough the archway to the rear was the four sit-down stalls.
"Take your's out little cuz, and show me what you've got"
I gladly accepted his offer, and took off my shorts, and my t-shirt. I stood there with just my socks and shoes on, my boner stretching out a good 7 inchers.
"Not bad" my cousin replied.
He took a few step towards me, and he kissed me gently on my salty lips. All the perspiration was making us extremely sticky, and so we moved our little hot two-some scene into the pond, which was a couple feet away from the field of corn stalks. He stuck his wet cock into my ass, and away he pumped. Harder and harder he went, and the pain overwhelmed me. I held on to the side, which was dry ground, and he fucked my not-so-virgin ass. He keep going, and pretty soon, he creamed me, and parts of his load was floating in the water.
"It is your turn now" he said.
He turned over, his dick still semi-erected, and he waited for my decision on what to do. He sat on the edge of the pond, and i gave him the best head i had ever given. He moaned and he groaned loudly, and no one in the whole west heard him. I was going at his cock, until it was hard and pulsing again. I jacked it slowly, and his cock soon started to turn red and purple, and I could feel his balls tense up, and BAM- his load landed all over my face, and chest. He took his innocent tongue, and he licked off his own spew off my face. I liked the feel of his tongue running up and down my face, so much, I begged for him to rim my ass. He did it nonchalantly, and my ass was creamed, licked, and fucked all day. I was so sore from our day "in the field" that I spent dinner, standing up.
Just my luck, that I'm sharing a room with him, and by bedtime, he was begging for more of that sweet action. He took out the lubricator from under his bed, and he lubed up his huge erected cock, and he was ready for another round. My ass was still sore, but my cock was erect and ready. So Richie and I had a 69 session, I worked on his dick, while he tickled mine with his tongue. I practically lost my load right there and then when he tickled my dick, it felt incredibly good, and I was begging for more. I sat up, and he sat on the floor with his legs spread far apart, and I sat on his dick. I went up and down, and up and down, and his lubed dick slid out and slid back in. this went on for about half an hour, then we moved on to the bed. He tickled my ass hole with his tongue, then teased it with two fingers. He finger fucked me that night, then he rode me several times up the ass, and I fell peacefully to sleep, hugging my manly cousin for warmth and comfort.
He wore a black T-shirt and jeans but looked impeccably well-groomed because of his stylish haircut. He had jet-black hair and a deep set of brown eyes. Because of this I conjectured that he was of mixed descent, probably half American, half Chinese. I always thought people of mixed descent looked gorgeous. In front of me was the perfect specimen. It was then I realized I was staring at him.
Since there were four girls and five boys, I ended up being the one assigned to a room with a stranger. He was called Chris, and he was the hottest thing I had ever seen. We spent the first hour until the evening meal just chatting and settling in. He told me about his girlfriend, Victoria, and how she was in the next room, but they weren't allowed to share due to conference rules.
Her new man was already living at her place along with his twenty-three year old son, Jason, who would soon be my step-brother. I was pleased for her. She had been lonely for a long time after dad had died and I had left home to take a job in New Jersey soon after. I asked my mom what my step-brother-to-be was like and she told he was a jock and he was into body building and wrestling.
He had found an old journal that had belonged to an ancestor. The name one the outside of the tattered journal was Oliver Jefferson IV. It didn't take long for Hank to sit down and begin reading the diary-- "My name is Oliver Jefferson, the fourth. I write this diary for no one other than myself. I am 69 years old, set to turn 70 in just a few days.
Everywhere he looked, Dean Jones' eyes feasted on virile manliness. He thought he'd be observing a class of adolescent boys starting out in the world of bodybuilding. Instead, the private school's weight room boasted 8 of the humpiest studs he'd ever seen outside of a bodybuilding convention.
After ten days of sitting in a classroom on a hard seat I was in a real funk. I needed something to change my attitude. That's how I found myself in a small room in the baths taking my clothes off. At this time was 31, 210 pounds in good shape, 7 inch cut, somewhat hairy and un-attached. This was my second trip, my first in my hometown being uneventful. I had a long slow shower. As he removed...
No breath of air moved in the oppressive heat. Everything shimmered in the haze. Now and again a swirl of dust would roll and eddy in a curious mini whirlwind motion, but it never seemed to reach you for even that choking dust would be most a most welcome relief from the oppressive heat.
Danny was a decent man who had taken me in after my parents had been killed in a tragic accident, and, with my sister's help, raised me as his own. The year was 1950, a time when boys expected to be kept in order with corporal punishment. Most lads had outgrown the need for physical discipline by the age of 16. Although I had passed that milestone, Danny showed no sign of slowing down.
Pulled over by the hick sheriff with a happy ending. The huge 6 foot 4 and 240 lbs cop wears his beige uniform and asks me if I like what I see. He caught me eying him up. I say that I do and my cock is throbbing.
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