Message-ID: <024304Z18021996@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.fetish.wrestling From: an130285@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.fetish.wrestling Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an130285@anon.penet.fi Date: Sun, 18 Feb 1996 02:35:11 UTC Subject: My 2nd Taste of My Cousin's Cock M/M Lines: 84 I just finished this account of my second taste of my cousin's cock and its effect on me and my relationship with that dick. My Second Time Eating Cock .... .... (or defeated by a dick) My second experience with sucking cock occurred a week or two after I had blown my cousin in his bedroom. It was during the Summer and I was staying overnight with him for a day or two. In this particular instance no one was home except the two of u s. His parents were at work and his older brothers were out of the house all day. We were watching TV and generally just goofing off when he launched one of his tried and true attacks on my crotch. As you will recall from my earlier account, these crotch grab bouts triggered a wrestling match that inevitably ended up with me "over powering" him, unzipping his fly, pulling (or ripping) off his shorts, capturing his cock, and then systematically and methodically playing with his hard cock until I eventually forced him to shoot a load all over himself. The last time that we had gone through this ritual, I had dramatically altered our routine by offering to suck him off. He had gladly accepted and I had experienced my first meal of manmeat, followed up by a cumcocktail! As I was soon to discover th at had left a definite impression on him. In this particular instance we were in his living room and I was again flipping him onto his back, sitting astride his abdomen, opening up his jeans, pulling his shorts down past his thighs, and seizing control of his big dick. I started sliding my f ist up and down his hard shaft, and really got into yanking his crank. This time however, he stopped my stroking, looked me directly in the face and said "Put your lips on it," This was a definite change in our routine, but then in retrospect I shouldn' t have been surprised since the last time I had captured his cock I ended up going down on him -- at my request. I responded to his request/order to "Put your lips on it" by ignoring it and grabbing a hold of his cock. I started working my hand up and d own that rod, when he again stopped me, looked me in the face and repeated "Put your lips on it!" This time it was definitely not a request. It was a command. I thought about it for a second, hesitated and said "nah, not now, maybe another time." This time his response was "Come on, do it; put your lips on it; not later, now." I again hesitated and tried to snag his cock with my hand. With that, he got up (denying me all access to his dick), pulled on his shorts and jeans, and said he wanted to do something else. Up 'til this time, I felt that I had always been "in charge" whenever he initiated cock grabbing. After all, I always captured his dick, played with it 'til my hearts content, and then pulled a load outta his cock when I wanted it to happen. With hi s directive "Put your lips on it," the power relationship was threatened. I didn't want to lose control, so I refused to eat his meat. That night he and I went camping in a nearby woods with two of his buddies. It was a typical teenage male campout event -- lots of sex talk (straight of course), yakking about what we would do the next day, and a lot of general bullshit. He and I were sharing a small tent that night. We were on top of sleeping bags that were very close together. In the middle of the bull session, I took the initiative (for the first time) and started poking away at his calf. In hindsight I realize that my next comments were rather stupid, but I kept grabbing at his calf while asking him "If this is the calf, were's the cow?" He took a poke at my crotch and said "here." That's all that it took! I instantly went for his cock and started playing wi th it through his jeans. He immediately got hard, and laid on his side allowing me to pull down his zipper and start fishing for my favorite toy. It was really a bitch getting hold of his cock, since it so hard that it completely filled out his shorts. This was the first time I was trying to pull it out of his tight shorts while fully erect, and still in his jeans. (This engineering fete was being attempted in the dark, on my side, in a cramped tent, within a few feet of his two wide awake friends. I eventually overcame all of these obstacles and got a hold of that cock. Getting that damn monster through the fly of his shorts while totally erect took real effort. He let me play with it and stroke it for a few minutes when he turned the tables on me with the demand "Put your lips on it." I was really confused since his two wide awake friends were still talking only a few feet away. I still didn't want to give up my perceived position of control in these situations by yielding to his demand to suck dick. I made one more grab for his cock, but my grab for the meat was deflected by his hand. This was immediately followed by the urgent directive, "Put your lips on it." I then realized that the tables had been completely turned on me. I had become a real dick addict. Through all of the times that I had jerked him off, I never really viewed those episdoes as evidence of dick dependency. But that instant I plainly un derstood that I had to have that cock, and I had to have it that night. I also realized that the only way I was gonna get it was to take it in my mouth and to suck him off right then and there within earshot of his friends. My craving for cock complete ly took over. I looked him straight in the face and said "Okay." He started smiling like a fucking Cheshire cat! His gambit of denying me dick, which he first started earlier that day, had worked. He was totally and completely in charge. From now on if I wanted his dick, I was gonna get it orally. No more handjobs for him. He was now gonna get head. And since he had essentially proven my need for his dick, he was gonna get head from me. Still grinning in triumph, he rolled over onto his back, propped his head under his hands, spread his legs, and waited. His cock was sticking straight up out of his fly waiting for me. My fate was sealed. I crawled over his leg, laid down on my sto mach, and positioned myself directly at the juncture of his thighs. His long, hard dick was directly in front of me. I could smell crotch wafting upwards. And I could glance up and see him grinning with delight in the distance. I was sort of staring away at his hard dick, when I heard the now familiar (and forceful) refrain, "Put your lips on it!" That was it. My surrender was total and unconditional. I grabbed that monster by the base and elevated it upwards away from h is torso. I buried myself even deeper between his thighs, stared directly at its large head and slit, and put his cock in my mouth. His victory was absolute -- my lips were on it! The moment his dick touched my tongue, I lost every bit of hesitation. I started sucking away at his knob while lapping at it with my tongue. Again, since this was only my second time eating the meat, I concentrated on the head. And I remember clen ching my lips around its rim while lapping away with my tongue. This time though my cousin took a much more active role in supervising his blowjob. He actually used his fingers to wedge me off his cockhead, looked me straight in the eye and ordered "Tak e more in! Get more inside." Again the implied threat of dick denial worked. Down I went onto his big dick, and I took a hell of a lot more of his cock inside. Having finally established full control over the situation, my cousin lay back down, spread his legs even further apart, and savored his triumph. I was down on his dick -- well beyond the head. He was getting sucked off while being within two feet o f his buddies, and he was talking to them all the while I was nursing away on his cock! He would periodically raise his head up for a second to observe me orally worshipping his meat, only to grin again and put his head back down before resuming his ta lk with his friends. At this point in time all I cared about was his dick. I was sucking away on his hard shaft. My chin was intermittently hitting his open zipper, and I could feel his pubic hair occasionally brushing my nose and chin. The smells emanating from his cro tch only increased by obsession with servicing his cock. I distinctly remember recalling the stupid calf remark and getting a mental image of me nursing on his dick just like a calf would nurse on a teat. I took to my task with alacrity --- generating s o much saliva that it flowed down his shaft onto my fingers (which were holding it perpendicular to his crotch) and into his bush. I didn't care about the proximity of his friends, or the fact that I had lost control of the relationship. I had to have his cock, and that was all that mattered. The first time that I had sucked his cock he had been very considerate about the issue of blowing a load in my mouth. He had warned me that he was about to come, and had tried to pull his cock out of my mouth in consideration. Not this time! There was no warning and no offer to give me the opportunity to decide whether or not I wanted a load of cocksnout in my mouth. He just blew a big wad of cum straight into my mouth without any warning at all. It really did take me by surprise. One second I was sucking away on his cock, and the next thing I knew, hot cum was shooting out of his dick, splashing against the roof of my mouth, and totally covering my tongue. It just kept unloading inside of my mouth and I instinctly knew that my only option w as to continue sucking on it until it he finished. Again my need for his dick totally overcame all other considerations that night. He obviously knew that he no longer had to go through the little niceities of before. My mouth was there for his pleasur e and that was that. If I wanted his cock it would only be on his terms. And his terms could be spelled out in four letters: l i p s. That was the night I finally realized how much I needed my cousin's hard dick, and what I would do in order to get it. He had transformed the relationship in one day by simply threatening to deny me his dick. I willingly gave up control in order to satisfy my craving for his cock. After his dick had finally finished spray-painting my mouth (it was a rather large load), he pried my mouth off of his cock, stuffed it back in his pants, thanked me (wasn't that nice?) and rolled over to go to sleep. I got myself out from between h is thighs, laid back to my sleeping bag and fell asleep with a case of cockbreath. (Hey, we were out in the woods without a toothbrush!) I slept like a baby with my face only a few inches away from his denim encased cock. (Perhaps a subconscious way of acknowledging the power it had over me?) The next morning we got up and went back to his house for breakfast. His two friends were totally oblivious to what had happended the night before. Had they discovered what was going on that night (especially i f they had discovered me with a mouthful of meat), I suspect that I would have ended up with my face wedged between two other sets of male thighs!