Early male on male experiences with an early blooming cousin.

This is a true story of early male on male experiences I had with a cousin my age during the summer between sixth and seventh grade in the late 90s. This was the only sexual stuff I've done with another guy. This all is true, although some of the details might be fuzzy after over 25 years. There is no intentional embellishment here, although some details might sound that way. This is definitely not me making up a story about a fetish I have. I have no attraction to kids.

Some background on this. I call him my cousin, but we aren't actually blood related. He is my uncle's step-son and my uncle married his mom when we were around 6, so I always saw him as a cousin. He is about my age. Maybe between three and four months older. My uncle had to move around between a couple of different places for work, one of them was about a 15 or 20 minute drive away from me. So my cousin was in and out of my life a lot. Sometimes he was around a lot and sometimes he wasn't around for a year except for major holidays.

The next piece of background information is that he was always a big trouble maker. When we were really young, one of his favorite jokes to play on me was to flash his dick at me. Nothing really came from it then and eventually he stopped doing it for a while. His was basically about the same size as mine back in those early days around third grade.

I had my first sex ed lessons in sixth grade, a few months before the summer this happened. I knew that babies were made through intercourse and kids go through puberty around their early teens. I had a couple of erections and vaguely understood that it was part of intercourse, but I didn't really understand what to do with it. I definitely hadn't gone through puberty. I hadn't seen porn at this point.

My cousin and his family moved back to the area around this time. At this point, we were considered old enough at that point to stay home alone without anyone to watch us when our parents had to work. That summer would drop him off at my house in the morning a lot and we would be unsupervised a lot of the day. Sometimes he'd spend the night. I'm going to try to recall it as well as I can. I don't look at this as a completely good or bad thing that happened. It was something with both positives and negatives.

All of these events took place at my house over the course of a summer. Since his family was back in the area, it was easier for our parents for him to stay at my house while the adults were working. It's worth pointing out that he didn't seem much different at that point. Older in the way that everyone my age seemed older going from fifth grade to sixth. He didn't get a growth spurt and get really tall. His voice didn't noticeably change. Nothing about him on the surface indicated that he had gone through any massive changes.

One day, when he was at my house and my parents were home but on the other side of the house, my cousin flashed his dick at me again. Back when we were younger and he did this, he was about the same size as me. This time when he did it, he was massive. I hadn't seen many other dicks at that point, other than getting flashed by other kids. Him and one other friend from my old neighborhood before I moved as a kid. Definitely no adult dicks. I knew from basic sex ed that they got bigger during puberty, so I had no idea how big they could get. I never measured him, but I'm pretty sure thinking back that he was at least seven inches and pretty thick. I don't know how reliable the numbers are, but I remember it as long and thick. He would have been considered above average, if not big even by adult standards. I think the point of showing it to me was that he wanted me to see big he had gotten.

So naturally, seeing a big dick when I had no frame of reference for it at the time stuck in my head. Part of me was fascinated by it, even if I didn't fully understand why. So some days later. A week later or maybe two. He was spending the night at my house. The way we used to do it is that my parents brought on a rolling cot that we had at the time into my room and he'd sleep there. That night, right after we were supposed to go to sleep, I heard a rustling coming from where he was sleeping and I looked over to him and could make out some kind of motion he was doing with his hand, near his pants. It went on for a while and then stopped. I didn't say anything at the time, then went to sleep.

The next day, the two of us were at my house alone and I asked him what he was doing after we went to bed.He didn't play dumb. He offered to show me. I don't remember if I said okay or if he just started doing it, but he went to the cot that he had slept on the night before, dropped his pants, hiked his shirt up half way and started masturbating in front of me. It went on for a little while and it was the first time I saw his dick for more than a quick glance when he flashed me. Part of me was fascinated by how big it was, how it looked while he was jacking off, the size of his balls, and that he had hair already. Another part of me thought that it was wrong, so I ended up in a mix of watching while asking him how long I had to keep watching. He kept telling me that he was going to just go a little longer and that I would know when he was done.

I wasn't sure what what he meant until it happened. He had an orgasm and shot cum onto his stomach. I had never seen cum before. I didn't even know that cum existed. I knew from sex ed that you shoot sperm, but since they said that sperm was microscopic that you couldn't see it. My mind was blown by that.I kind of put two and two together and realized that was what it looks like when a guy shoots sperm. I played dumb and asked him what it was. He just said it was the white stuff that comes out.

He went to go get cleaned up and then we went back to playing video games or whatever it was we did during the day back then. The feelings seeing that set off were intense. So intense that I was split between wanting to see it again and worried that we were doing something wrong.But it kept happening after that first time and more frequently. After doing it in front of me a few more times, he asked me to touch it when he was hard. I wrapped my hand around it and it was thick and heavy. I told him that was enough, then he went back to it.

A while later, he was jacking off in front of me and he asked me to give his dick a few strokes. Again part of me was fascinated by it and part of me thought it was too intense of an experience. This eventually escalated into me giving him full on hand jobs where I'd jack him off until he came. This basically become a daily thing when we were home alone where he would jack off and I'd watch or I gave him a hand job. Sometimes a mix of the two. I touched his cum with my fingers at least once, but I don't remember where that fit into the timeline.I never tasted it or did anything besides touch it with my hand.

My cousin wanted to do more, though. He said that he wanted me to suck his dick and that he wanted to try sucking mine. I was so embarrassed by my undeveloped body at that point that I never let him see me naked. I never ended up sucking his dick either, although now as an adult I wonder what it would have been like to try. Of course, I wouldn't have known what I was doing if I tried. This happened around a year and a half before I first looked at internet porn and it was all still images back then in the dial-up days. I wouldn't have even seen video of someone giving a blowjob until I was in high school and we got a cable black box and I knew how to unlock the porn channel my parents thought they had blocked.

He did manage to convince me to let him stick his dick in my ass two or three times. For some reason, that seemed more reasonable to my young mind than sticking it in my mouth. Even though there was penetration, I don't consider what we did having sex. That was because there was no thrusting involved and no effort to cum on his part. The way we did it is that he would lay down, I would get over him and he would guide me down while I "sat on it" for a minute or two and then got up. We didn't do it many times because I didn't like that as much. It hurt a little while we did it and I ended up being sore the day after. He was thick and neither of us had any idea that you needed lube. That was about the most extreme thing we did that summer.

After the summer was over, he moved away again the next year. I didn't see him again until we started high school. He wasn't interested in jacking off in front of me at that point and I never asked him to, having a better understanding of what had happened. He did still flash his dick at me a couple of times, but that was it. That ended to after a while, since he became more interested in getting a girlfriend as he grew older.

We eventually lost touch. We hung out in high school once in a while, but he started drifting from trouble maker into real criminality, so that caused a rift between us. He stole from family members a lot in high school, including stealing my CD player. After graduation, he started getting into real trouble and it wasn't long before he ended up doing time. We were probably around 20 the last time I saw him at a family funeral. I had heard a family rumor that he had gotten into meth or some other hard drug.

I have never sought out any sort of sexual activity with another guy since then and no guy has ever tried to get anything sexual from me. I probably wouldn't have went for it. I do sort of wish that I had gone further at the time and tried sucking it because it was a consequence free way of experimenting.I'm basically straight, but have a fascination with big cocks due this. Sometimes I think about what I would do if I ever saw him again or what it would be like to suck a big cock, but am never motivated enough to try to make either happen.

Related Posts

More Related Posts