Date: Tue, 8 Feb 2011 07:52:43 -0500 (EST)
From: johngalaor@aol.com
Subject: My black cousin, part 5

My black cousin 5
Author: John Galaor
category: interracial and incest

Warning: These stories contain scenes about homosexual activities between
males of sixteen and seventeen.  If you are offended by these acts or if it
is illegal to read obscene gay stories do not go farther this point.  If
you are a minor this story can be can be illegal for you to read.  Then,
you better go off and do not read any more farther this point.

Main characters:
Jim, the black young top of 18; he is the black cousin of Bill of 16.

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My black cousin.

Some lines from the previous part:

The story as Bill lived it.

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 of these nasty words!  My mum would slap my face if she would
know I am thinking of any of these nasty words.  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
easily use these forbidden words.  He would not hesitate to think of my
mouth as a hungry cunt... instead of calling it `delicious instrument to
bring pleasure'.  Sorry, I cannot write any more nasty words.


Part 5


I passed all the morning going from a place to another.  I did not know
where my cousin was.  My aunt Susan saw me coming and going.  I had the
impression that she was showing a mocking smile watching me looking for
something.  I did not dare to ask her where was Jim.  Perhaps she knew
already what was happening between Jim and me.  I was walking around the
beach here and there, but the beach was too big to walk it entirely.  Any
way, as the beach was becoming crowded it was more difficult to see Jim
among the crowd.

At lunch time, Jim did not appeared and I have nearly asked aunt Susan if
she knew where Jim was.  But I do not liked the idea that my aunt would
imagine that... Jim and me were... you know.  I was not prepared to tell
anyone about this.  Sometimes, aunt Susan looked at me, like if she knew
something, but I did not dare ask her.

So, I was a little puzzled by his disappearance.  Did he fled because... he
was ashamed of we have done?  `Cause is a hot idea to fuck a white cousin
when he had his balls full of cream... but now is not when his balls are
empty?  It could be quite a different reason, like he was feeling weak
after giving me all the cream stored in his balls.  Then the need to fuck a
white cousin has all its force when the my black cousin has his balls full
of cream.  The feeling should be like they are at the verge of
bursting... and this could be rather uncomfortable.  That is the reason
that they need a sweet white cousin to download a little of his excess
cream into him.  But the stud black males have still his balls full, but
not bursting.  And this make him feel all right and comfortable with its
balls full of power.  For having their balls full of manly stuff gives
strong males all their force.  And this could be the reason I feel so weak
and down in high school, always fearing that someone could suddenly start
bulling me.

I began to think that perhaps this could be the cause of Jim had gone.  He
suddenly felt his balls were empty.  Then he would feel down and weak.  All
his power had been milked by me.  Three times in the same night, and two
times at noon the previous day.  Then I remember that I have heard someone
talking about newly married men, that two or three days after their wedding
night they feel weak and down, for they had emptied their balls thoroughly.
All the might and bravery of males comes mostly from their balls, more than
in their muscles. It is the balls that control their minds and made them
what they are, quarrelsome, bully, sportive, daring and strong.

If this theory is true, it explains my being meek and weak.  I mean that my
blood is poor in this manly stuff.  That is why I need it; that's why I
feel attracted to the bulges of strong bully boys.  They have their balls
swelled to the maximum ready and to burst their cream in a willing... any
eager mouth or an ass they could find handy.  This could explain I was so
eager to take Jim's dick in my mouth.  How I swallowed his rich cream down
my throat so eagerly.  That must be some need I have, for also I loved it
when Jim filled me with his cream.

Now, in spite of being worried by the disappearance of Jim, I had some
confidence in me.  I feel stronger than usual as I walk going faster along
the beach up north then to and south, and back again, looking for my black
cousin.



I was hopping he would appear for lunch, but he did not.  I could not nap
in the siesta in the afternoon.  I felt very lonely in bed without him.  I
had troubles to sleep but mostly I felt a little guilty.  Perhaps I was too
greedy sucking all that much cream off his balls.  He was still a young man
but even if he had big balls, they were now empty after I milked him
thoroughly.

I reasoned that his balls would be soon replenished.  And he would be ready
to let me milk again his dick.  Once he would get used to feed me his
cream, his balls would be producing a lot more of this stuff.  And we will
feel happy.  He would have his bitch to fuck whenever he needs to, and I
would be also happy feeding on his nutritious cream.







* * * *



Another point of view.



After Bill sucked him dry in morning, Jim felt like exhausted.  It was
like... like his balls were empty.  He felt like he had barely balls at
all.  It seemed that something was working overtime on his balls.  Jim felt
his balls had shrunk to half its size.  So, Jim got up and put his
underwear.  He felt also his dick was not the same as before.  It seemed to
be rather small, not as swelled as it used to be.



Jim took a towel and went to the shower.  His body was oozing a lot of
sexual sweat scents.  Any one near him would see he was stinking of sexual
intercourse.  Jim knew very well this smell for the boyfriend of his mum
was stinking like this way in the mornings when they met in the morning
when looking for something to eat in the kitchen.  But later, when his mum
arrived smelling a lot to lavender perceives the stink of his boyfriend and
ordered him going to the shower at once.

On his way to the bathroom, Jim felt his dick was hanging down rather
flaccid and lacking vitality.  He did not liked it in the least.



Jim looked for something in the fridge and walked out of the house of aunt
Susan.  He felt like...  confused.  On a hand, he had the first sexual
experience of his life.  He had been sucked twice by his white cousin and
he had fucked his ass twice also.  And the feeling had been a tremendous
pleasant thrilling.  Nothing can be compared to having an orgasm by jerking
off.  He never could forget the great feeling he had fucking the tight ass
of his cousin.  Or his mouth sucking on his dick.  He had spurt out all the
milk stored in his balls.  But now, he had a sort of hangover and he felt a
little weak.  Then he took a bus to go back home.



In the hood a bunch of black friends met Jim in the street.

"Where are you going?"  One of the brothers asked.

"I'm going home."

"Home at this hour?  Come with us to play ball."

"No.  I feel a little tired."

"Tired?  What happened."

"I cannot tell."

"Why?  Where have you been?"

"I'm not telling."

"You have to tell us."

"Nope.  I'm going home."

Their friends made a corral around him.

"You are not going."  Said one.

Jim would had pushed them off easy, but not that morning.

"Don't be a bore, brutha.  I need to rest for a while.  I will tell you
later."

"No.  You have to tell us now."

"No, I can't."

"Had you been drinking?  You got drunk or something?"

"I got drunk.  Now, I feel bad."

One of the boy approached his face to Jim's mouth and smelled.

"You had not been drinking.  You're not smelling."

"It's true.  I was not drinking a lot.  It was only a little drink, now I
feel bad."

"You cannot bullshit us.  When my older brother gets drunk his breath
stinks as hell."

Another one approached his nose to Jim's mouth to smell.

"Give me your breath."  He asked.

Jimmy gave out his breath.

"You had not been drinking, Jim.  Don't bullshit us."

"I cannot tell.  It's something personal."

"Personal?  What shit is this?"

"Nothing.  Just that.  A personal shit."

"You are no doing drugs, are you?"

"No.  I do not take drugs."

"Then why are you so shitted?"

"Am I shitted?"

"Yeah.  You tell the truth you are."

"Yeah.  I barely slept this night."

"Why?"

"All night fucking."

"Fucking?"

"Yeah."

"With whom?"

"It's supposed to be a personal matter."

"Don't piss on us, Jim."

"Is someone we know?"

"No.  You don't know.  I must go home to rest a while."

"No, you have to tell us more."

"It was... a white girl."

"A white girl?"

"Yeah."

"How old was her?"

"A gentleman don't tell that much."

"A gentleman?  Don't shit on us, Jim."

"Don't be such a mouth."

"Then, tell us her age."

"It was seventeen."

"Wow!!"

"It's a hit!"

"Well, now you know.  Now I have to go bed."

"Well, see you later."

"See you."

They let Jim go home.



* * * *



Two days later, Jim had recovered his bulge and was proudly walking on the
street when he met his best friend Nat.

"Hi!  Jim!  You look much better today!"

"Hi, Nat!  Yeah!"

"Oh!  I see you are sporting your former bulge."

"You're still checking on that?"

"It's not checking.  It shows from a hundred yards."

"What?"

"It's... like an ad, Jim."

"An ad?  Why is an ad."

"Any chick starving for dick would not miss it."

"It's no so big" Said Jim feigning modesty.

"You told us, you had passed a whole night fucking!"

"It was only a night."

"What do you mean?"

"It does no happen that often."

"Well, you have to tell me more about her.  Perhaps I know her."

"No, you don't."

"But you can tell me some details.  I want to learn."

Jim felt proud to be a teacher in sexual affairs and said,

"Let's go home.  I have to do something."

They went to Jim's home, and went upstairs.

They entered his bedroom and sat on his bed.  Jim switched on the TV and
started to change channels.  Then, he put a video of porno.

"This is my secret."

"What secret?"  Asked Nat.

"The secret of my bulging dick."

"What you mean?"

"I watch often a porno videos and pass a time making my dick hard."

"Is this your secret?"

"Sh!  You are not telling anyone.  Swear."

"Why swear?"

"You have to keep it secret, or I will tell the boys you had sucked my
dick."

"But I had not!"

"It's only because I had not yet invited you to suck it."

"What?  I had only jerked it off.  But you did also mine."

"Yeah.  But you are drooling when you see me naked.  You are craving to
suck it."

"I'm not craving.  I only felt envy at your size.  That's all."

"Envy?  I had been tempted to make you caress this bulge of mine.  And I am
sure you would had suck it, if I had asked you."

"But I'm not gay!"

"It doesn't mind.  Any day you'll feel a fancy to taste it. Then it would
be all yours."

"But... "

"We are more than friends, aren't we?  We are buddies.  Then we can do
anything we want. "

"Anything we want?"

"But keeping it secret."

"Secret?"

"Of course.  We are not gays, are we?"

"Nope.  We aren't."

"That's what I say."

Nat did not dare to say a word.  He liked what Jim had said of sucking his
dick.  He had really drooled many times watching naked or in trunks, but he
feared Jim would had kick him out if he tried to be more open on his
wishes.

"Well, all this we are speaking here is to keep it secret, ok?"

"OK.  But you were going to tell me the secret of your bulge."

"It's simple.  If you get often horny, you can be horny for most of the
day."

"Most of the day?"

"Yeah.  The most often you get a hardon, the most probably it is that your
dick will be showing a bulge all day."

"So, is only this?"

"It's a theory.  But it helps if you have a big dick like this, since you
are a kid."

"You mean... that you had already a big dick as a kid?"

"When I was 8 or 9, I had a big dick.  Not as big as now, but it was a big
one for my age."

"Is it true?"

"Yeah.  When I was a little kid, my mum used to joke as she bathed me.  She
got at my pecker in her fingers and tugged on it saying, `this is going to
be a big one, Jimmy!'  And she played with it, and caressed it.  I got
easily hard, and I loved it, for it felt good."

"She played with it?"

"Yeah.  I think this is a good thing.  For it gives the kid
some... self-esteem, you know.  She played a lot with it when I was a
little kid."

"She played?"

"Yeah.  But do say it.  It is a taboo."

"A what?"

"A taboo, you know.  This rather prohibited.  People do not see this well.
Then, once I discovered this was pleasant, I played a lot with it.  It was
the most pleasant part of my body."

"The most pleasant?"

"Of course, it is; isn't it"

"Yeah.  But people never say this."

"Cause it is a taboo to speak of sex.  I played a lot with it and made it
stiff when I was in the a hot bath.  It was a nice feeling.  Then I got
stiff pretty often at home and in the school.  When I was bored, by
example, I played with it.  Sometimes, I went to my mum and showed her my
stiff very proud of it.  `See, mum, it growing bigger!'  She smiled back at
me saying, `you're going to have a big one'."

"You did all this?"

"Yeah!  When I was in the toilet to pee, then I played a little and made it
hard.  Sometimes mum had a visit and I showed myself there in the middle
saying, `see, mum, I got this hard!'  The visits all giggled with my joke
and they all were admiring my big stiff.  But my mum had blushed!"

"It's a most interesting story!"

"Then, when the visits left, my mum scolded me, telling I cannot show my
big pecker to the visitors.  Why?  I asked her.  And she said, because they
would feel bad, for their children are no so big here."

"That's amazing."

"Afterwards, I was not showing my dick to the visits.  Then, as I was
growing up, my pecker was also growing and it looked too big for my age.
Then, I continued showing my stiff pecker to visits, but then I showed just
the bulge in my shorts.  The ladies were a little impressed, but some men
smiled at me and had a kin interest in my bulging.  One even caressed when
nobody was watching.  I rubbed my bulge in the knee of some men and they
loved it."

"Incredible!  So... you loved to play with your dick?"

"Yeah.  It was very pleasant."

"And you loved to show it off?"

"Yeah.  I loved it.  I even showed it to you and you were amazed,
remember?"

"Yeah.  You become my hero when I saw this amazing dick of yours."

"Well, as I grew older, at twelve or something, my dick was so big that my
mum, started to get scared at my exhibitions.  He prohibited me to go
showing my bulge to the visits."

"Yeah.  And you showed your dick to all your friends?"

"Of course.  That is why I earned my prestige in school."

"Well, tell me how it all happened."

"Happened what?"

"To pass a whole night fucking."

"It's nothing special.  It just happened."

"And is it your girlfriend?"

"Er...  Yes.  Is my girlfriend now."

"Have you been dating her for a long time?"

"No.  It all started the first day we met in Malibu, and we started fucking
that same night."

"Er...  I don't believe it."

"Why not?"

"I have had as many as five girlfriends, and none of them had let me fuck
her.  Not any of them had sucked off my dick, not even had jerked it off."

"Not any of your girlfriends had jerked your dick off?"

"Nope.  The most they do is was to feel my bulge passing her hand over the
bulge in my jeans."

"Only that?  Oh, no.  Mine was hypnotized with my bulge the first time she
saw it."

"I was also hypnotized.  Remember that I even jerked you off, once.  And
you were asking me to suck your dick.  But I am not a fag, so even if I was
impressed with your dick, I did not accept to suck it."

"Why not?"

"You would not respect me, if I had sucked your dick."

"But you jerked it off.  You liked it?"

"Yeah.  But you promised me to jerked of mine after you cum off but you
didn't."

"It's easy o explain.  Once you cum off you don't want to play anymore."

"Then, remember that you own me a jerk off.  Then..."

"Forget about it.  I am sort of engaged now.  I got now a girlfriend that
loves me and do not tire of sucking my dick, or asked me to fuck her."



Ring!!  Ring!!  Rign!!  The phone was ringing.

Jim got downstairs in a hurry to answer the phone.  It was Bill, that had
found the phone number by asking aunt Susan.



"Hi!"  Said Jim.

"...."

"Yeah.  Oh, yeah, Bill.  I loved it."

"...."

"Yeah.  I would like to do it again."

"..."

"Sure.  You can come."

"..."

"Not at this moment.  I am now chatting with a friend."

"..."

"Later.  We can... meet later."

"..."

"Not now.  It's... that now..."

"..."

"Ok.  Ok.  So, if you are so near..."

"..."

"I will tell my friend to go off."

"..."

Then Jim hanged on the phone.



Nat was upstairs hearing the conversation and caught some words, the
girlfriend of Jim was called Bill.  Nat understood the miraculous success
of Jim fucking all night.  It had not any sense for him that a girlfriend
would be fucking so much all in a first meeting and a first night.  Girls
were notorious for refusing sex till they are much older.  But even then,
fucking a girl on a first date stunk clearly of bullshit.  But then, if we
are talking of a fag... well, a fag is another question altogether.  They
are more eager and more lustful than any female you can choose any where.
Why does happen this?  It is a phenomenon of Nature.  The fag has very poor
levels of testosterone, but three or four times more than any female.  But
those levels are too low for a male.  So, he has enough to be lustful, but
not enough to be a top.  He needs to increase his levels of testosterone,
that is why he is always looking for a source of it.  Any hot stud can be a
good natural source of proteins and cream, rich in testosterone.

Jim was a little disoriented for a minute, and he went to the kitchen to
see in the fridge.  He had forgotten for a moment that Nat was upstairs and
could had overheard the conversation.  He retrieved a Pepsi from the fridge
to drink it.  Then he felt a little nervous and put the Pepsi back in the
fridge.  Then he dare to grab a bottle of cold water and a bottle of
Bourbon from the boyfriend of his mum.  He thought he needed to stabilize a
little his mood.  He took a glass and poured a little Bourbon on it.  Just
a little bit, for he have never had any alcoholic drinks.  When he was
pouring cold water on the glass, when Nat appeared on the kitchen.

Jim looked at Nat and blushed.  Then... he stammered,

"Please, Nat.  My girlfriend is suddenly coming.  Is better if we continue
chatting another day."

"I see.  Your `girlfriend Bill' is coming for a visit."

"What?"

"I overheard your conversation on the phone, Jim."

"You heard what?"

"Do not bullshit anymore, Jim.  Your were fucking a fag."

Jim was caught off guard.

"A fag...  Oh, no!  It is my white cousin, Bill."

"But you said my girlfriend is suddenly coming."

"It was a slip of the tongue."

"You think I am stupid."

"Well... it was not bullshit.  At least I was fucking his ass all night,
almost.  Then, I was tired as hell.  What I was going to tell the brothers?
That I was fucking the ass of my white cousin Bill?"

"Well... in that case..."

"Nobody would tell he was fucking a white boy that is his cousin, isn't?"

"Of course, not."

"Then, you have to keep this secret.  Will you?"

"Of course.  I am your best friend."

"Ok, then you have to shut your mouth, is it?"

"No problem.  But I want to see him.  I want to see the girlfriend you had
been fucking a whole night.  I must be had to be stunning cute white boy.
Is it blonde?"

"No he is not.  Well, his hair is not dark either.  It has a dark-straw
color."

"It must be pretty."

"His skin is a milky white."

"I thought many times of fucking a white ass."

"But this one is only mine."

"I see.  Just now...  but among friends the right thing is to share.  It's
not?"

"I cannot share him with you.  It's a person."

"Yeah.  I know it's a person.  But he can be hungry of black cocks.  He
would not get enough cock using only yours."

"I got enough black cock to feed him."

"Yeah.  But I heard a saying that fags are insatiable.  And your sure would
get tired of fucking him again and again.  You will need a time to
recuperate."

"A time to recuperate?"

"Yeah.  I remember how tired you were the other day.  How many times had
you fucked him in the night?"

"Like... four times."

"You see?  You are not used to have that many orgasms in a night."

"I am not used?"

"Of course.  It was the first time you fucked four times in a night.  This
is too much for a first time.  Then, when your body would get used to that
several orgasms in a night it would be quite easy."

"Quite easy?"

"Of course.  That is why we have to share his ass.  Remember that you own
me a jerking off.  You have not fulfilled your promise."

"Ok.  Ok.  But do not frighten him.  He must be ringing at any moment."

"Don't worry.  I will behave."

"And don't use dirty words.  He is very educated."

"Very educated?"

"Yeah.  He is my white cousin.  He is a lot more educated that I am."

"Of course.  I would take care of my mouth."

"Ok."



Riiiing!!!  Riiiing!!!



"He's already here.  Hide a little while in the bathroom.  Go up there!"

"I'll be hiding the kitchen."

"Ok.  I'm going to open the door."





End of part 5



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