Date: Sat, 03 Apr 2010 11:36:51 -0400
From: johngalaor@aol.com
Subject: my black cousin, 4

My Black Cousin 4
Author: John Galaor
category: interracial and incest

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males of sixteen and seventeen. If you are offended by these stories, do
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Main characters:
Jim, the black young top of 18; he is the black cousin of Bill.
Bill, is the narrator and the bottom on this story.


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My black cousin.

Some lines from the previous part.

Then, Jim collapsed on my chest with his mouth devouring my lips.  It
seemed that his orgasm had subsided, but from time to time, his dick had
another jerk and gave out another glob of his seed inside my ass.  I could
felt Jim's member still hard and huge filling totally my anal cavity.  I
was happy feeling Jim so close to me.  Both our chests were in contact, in
spite of my awkward position with my legs over his shoulders.  The huge
black dick was totally buried in my ass.

Jim chest was radiating a lot of heat and we were both soaked in sweat.

"Do you enjoyed it, Bill?"

"Yeah!  It was a great... fuck."

"Do you want to be my bitch?"

"Oh, Jim.  I want to but... I don't like this nasty word."

"What word?"

"This one.  I do not like to repeat it."

"You mean bitch?"

"Yeah.  It's nasty. "

"Nasty?  What do you mean?"

"It's... sort of thuggish word, your know."

"How do you want to be called."

"Er..  Not sure."

"You have to think of something."

"I will be... I will like to be your... your girlfriend."

"Ok.  Every boy needs to have a girl friend.  You will be mine."

"You like me to be your girl friend?"

"Of course."

"Then... would present me to your mum?"

"What?  You mean... my mum?"

"Yeah.  I would like to visit you, go to your home and have an afternoon
snack, or something. "

"To have a snack?"

"I could help cleaning the dishes.  I can help you with your home work from
school."

"With the home work?"

"Yeah.  I am very good at school.  I would like to pass a night at your
home, some weekend.  Your mum would not mind, would she?"

"Ok, Ok.  You would be my girl friend.  But it has to be a secret.  I
cannot tell my friends or my mum your are my girl friend, or we are doing
any of this."

"I won't tell anybody.  It would be our secret."

"Sure, it would be fun to pass more time together."





Part 4



After some minutes, Jim's dick was soft and got out.  I felt a little like
empty at first.  Then Jim stood up and said,

"Let's do some sleep."

He move his hand towards me to help me get up.  He grabbed my hand and
helped me to stand up.  Then, he slapped my ass and said,

"I got here a treasure in here."

I felt flattered and wanted to hear more of that.

"A treasure?"

"Treasure's cave."

"The cave of the treasure?"

"The cave of captain Morgan."

"Is it you, captain Morgan?"

"No.  Cap Morgan is my dick."

"It's a pirate."

"Yeah.  Come to bed.  We had to sleep now."

"Yeah."

Soon we were sound sleep.



Early in the morning, with the first lights of dawn I awoke to find the hot
body of Jim by my side.  Then, I felt a sort of pain or vibration in my
ass.  Not exactly a vibration but... it was like a heat in there.  I felt
like something was hot inside me.  I remembered the hard and thick dick of
Jim that was fucking my ass for half an hour.  I can understand why, but I
was happy with this feeling.  I knew that some manly essence of Jim was in
my blood now.  I got now in my body some essence of Afroamerican manliness.
Soon I will much stronger with his injections of manly essence.

During the night the temperature has dropped a little and we were covered
with a sheet.  Then I get out the bed and went to the window.  I opened it
a little and some rays were coming in.  I saw the body of Jim laying over
his back with a morning woody.  His captain Morgan was already standing up
even if Jim was still sleeping.  I felt mesmerized by his captain Morgan
dick.  It was not totally upright.  It was too big for this, but he made
like an arch that was going up, then down.  I remembered a stereo picture I
saw of a stone arch somewhere in a desert of Utah.  A very big arch of
stone.  A tremendous sight for my mind.  I felt attracted to the bulging
arch like a moth to a light.

I approached slowly to Jim, not wanting to awake him so early.  Then, I
began to caress lightly the huge arch of meat.  I felt through the sheet's
fabric the heat it was radiating.  I was amazed how much heat had this
black boy.  Me, being mostly little active or sportive, my body was mostly
a little cold even in the summer.  So, I loved the heat of Jim.  It was
like he was full of yang, while I was mostly made of yin.  I had recently
read a Chinese theory about the yang and the yin.  So, the yang was the
male principle or essence.  It is mostly made of heat, hardness, loves
penetration, strength, and boldness.  While the essence of the yin is
mostly feminine, colder, humid, cavernous, likes to be penetrated, is weak,
and shy.  I was thinking about this Chinese theory and found it was mostly
right.

Then, coming back to the huge arch of Utah, as I was caressing the meat of
Jim, captain Morgan was rising up, higher.  I was excited with the
stirring.  Then I get my hand under the sheet and meet the hot meat.  My
fingers wrapped around the thick meat.  I could not touched the tip of my
fingers with my thumb, so thick it was.  I jerk slowly my hand on the meat.
Then as it rose much higher, I thought it was a good idea to awake Jim with
his dick in my mouth.  Then, very slowly, as not to awake him, I tried to
kneel between his legs.  I put a knee in the middle, then I pushed
delicately one of his thighs outward.  Then I knelt between his thighs.  My
body bent down and my hand moved his dick towards my lips.  The male odor
of Jim was like a drug to me.  I was nearly intoxicated.  My lips and
tongue were feasting on the glans of his dick.  It really tasted good the
head of his fat dick.  It was a real treat.  Then, gluttony drove me deeper
into his dick.  I was now sucking more of his dick.  I was swallowing about
half his meat.  But soon I come back to the glans, to see if it was giving
up some globs a sweet nectar.  It was.  I relished the sweet pearls of
Jim's seed.  It was a delight.

Jim was having sweet dreams, and his body was jerking a little, and his
mouth was moaning of pleasure.  I was on a gluttony spree, feasting on his
fat dick that was giving up drops and more drops of precum.  Jim feigned to
be sleeping, or perhaps he was dreaming that someone was sucking on his
cock.  He began to moan louder and his hand reached the back of my head
pushing lightly for me to go deeper.  Jimmy was moaning softly like in
dreams.  I felt encouraged to continue with my sucking.

I was going deeper each time on my way down.  His pubes were giving off his
manly scent and I was getting drunk.  I decided to go down and swallow his
dick entirely.  I was not sure I would be able to achieve this feat, for
the dick was so big and thick.  Slowly I was swallowing his dick on my
mouth, going deeper each time.  I was having some gag reflexes but I did my
best to ignore them.  Then my nose was getting near his pubes.  With a lot
persistence, I was able to swallow his dick entirely.  My nose was buried
among his scented crisp pubes.  I remained that way for ten to twenty
seconds.  Jim was moaning his pleasure and his hand was on the back of my
head as if wanting me to stay quite this way.  After some twenty seconds
more, I put both hands on the hips of Jim to raise my head up.  I needed
urgently to breath.  As I raised my head up I began to breath freely.  Then
I was relishing the big head of his dick.  It really was a sweet.  Then his
hand pushed again my the back of my head to make me continue, for he was
probably enjoying my deep throating.  I do not know how it feels for I
never had anyone sucking my small dick.  But I was sure he was a thrilling
for him to feel his dick buried deeply in my throat.  On the other hand,
the scent of his pubs were like drug to me.

I was for a while sucking him deep, when I felt his dick began to have
jerks.  I knew he was ejaculating directly in my stomach.  But I wanted to
relish all his cream in the buds of my tongue.  So, I raised my head up, to
take directly his spurts of male lust in my mouth.  I was frantically
swallowing all the burst he was feeding me.  I felt like hungry for them.
Then, his member stopped giving up fast spurts.  It began the phase of
giving me a small drop with a little jerk, each five or seven seconds.  I
was then relishing in my mouth the huge bulk of his meat.  I was delighted
to have this wonder of nature in my mouth.  For a while, I felt this big
dick was all mine.  Jim was quite with his still hard dick in my mouth.  I
was unable to think for I was enraptured with his huge meat in my mouth.

I suppose now, he could had been dreaming of this; to have his dick in the
mouth of someone.  Countless times he could have dreamed it.  But in his
fantasies he was probably thinking it was a girl who was doing the sucking.
Now, I thought, he never had any girl doing this for him.  I was the one
who had done it.  In a way... I was not a girl, but I was serving him with
more diligence and eagerness than any girl he would ever had met in his
life.

After some ten or twenty minutes he took out his dick, and I felt a little
disappointed.  But, I understood that a pleasure cannot last forever.
Everything has a limited time to enjoy.

As he took out his dick off my mouth, a lay on the bed by his side.  He was
satisfied or at least do not seem aware of my presence at his side.  I was
moving my tongue in my mouth and relishing the taste and flavor of his
jizz.  I was in peace like this.  As soon as he would replenish his balls
with more jizz, he would be glad to feed me more.  I was feeling elated.
The essence of Jim in my blood had made me more like... like glad.  I felt
more... manly, more... full.  I felt more... grown up.  More like him, in a
way.  I had been injected with his essence.  I was feeling like a sort of
fulfillment.  I had achieved something important in my life.  I never had
anticipated it would be this.

After a while I was fast sleep again.  I do not know how much I slept.  But
after some time, at mid morning I awoke.  I looked around, but Jim was not
in the bed.  I felt a little disappointment.  Where was him?  Why he did
not called me, if he wanted to wake up?  I had a little moment of fear.  Is
it that he was tired of me?  I had heard someone tell, when a man has
fucked many times a girl, he gets tired of her.  Was Jim tired of fucking
me?

I showered and went out of the room.  As I walked I noticed an embarrassing
feeling in my ass. I had like a pain there while I walked.  I was fearing
someone could notice this.  I went to fridge and looked for some food to
have a breakfast.  Aunt Susan was not in the kitchen.  Perhaps she was
sleeping.  It was summer, and he was perhaps on vacations from his work.
After eating I went out to the beach, to see if I could spot Jim.  I was
walking little awkwardly because the pain in my ass.  Then, forgetting
about me, I was worrying about Jim.  If I felt like my ass was badly
smothered, Jim would felt also his dick was tired of so much working.  He
could not be much tired, could he?  I wanted to watch him from a distance,
to see if he was any tired of giving me so much feed of his manly essence.
His balls could be empty now.  Then I thought, he is a strong boy.  Perhaps
he is not be so tired.  Then, I reasoned, I would have to be patient and
wait for him to replenish his balls of cream.  So, I thought Jim could need
some time to rest.  He had done a great amount of work fucking me during
the night.

Recapitulating, I sucked Jim's dick before going into bed.  Then, he had
fucked my ass in the middle of the night.  Later, early in the morning I
sucked him again, draining him of any rest of his manly fluids due to my
insatiable gluttony.  I think that Jim could be feeling weak now.  I think
he needs some rest to recover from my greed.  I cannot understand how I
like so much his dick inside my body and most of all, the tasty milk it
gives up.  I crave for it.

I must not abuse so much of Jim just to feel happy.  He just need a time
for his balls to produce a lot more of rich cream.  Then his balls swelled
and full of cream, he would feel like bursting again, and he would need his
greedy white cousin to fuck him deeply in his throat, and breed him with a
myriad of little black horny boys.  He would be eager again to spurt his
male juices into any... into any...  a hungry cunt.  Ouch!!  I should not
utter any more of these words!  My mum would slap my face if she would know
I am thinking of any of these nasty stuff.  It could be worse, she would
wash my tongue with a scrubber and soap.  But I am sure my black cousin, is
thinking of my rear hole as his hungry white pussy.  He can freely use
these forbidden words.  He would not hesitate to think of my mouth as a
hungry cunt... instead of calling it `a delicious instrument to bring
pleasure'.  Sorry, I cannot write any more nasty words.



End of part 4



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