Re: Ever sucked your male realtives dick
This is strange, because it didn't happen until just very recently. I was actually starting to feel a little guilty over this until I read this post. Now, I see that it's more common than I thought, and that makes it a little easier for me to deal with in my noggin.
My cousin, Jaimie, moved back from Mexico last year. I was reintroduced to him by my female-cousin (whom I get along with just great - almost like a sister; it's her brother). I was stunned! Jaimie was one of those beautiful hispanic boys. Tough-looking, dark skinned, jet black hair, clear bright piercing eyes. He had a puppy-dog face and a little button nose. I instantly wondered what he would look like naked, and felt guilty about it right away.
Jaimie wandered from one relative's house to the next while he looked for work. I often saw him walking on the side of the road, looking lost and lonely. I'd give him rides and we'd talk...but I could never find anything that we were commonly interested in.
Back in July, I picked him up again and we went back to my place because I waned to feed him and get him cleaned up, maybe give him a change of clean clothes. I saw this as my chance. Having grown up mostly in Mexico, he spoke mostly spanish. But I know enough to get by, so we bumbled our way through a rough conversation in my walk-in closet.
I explained to him that he needed to look nice if he wanted to get a job. I made him shower, and was a little amused when he came into the closet fully dressed in his dirty clothes. I told him no, he had to take them off because we were going to dress him.
He stripped down to his underwear and I was impressed. He's 23, and his body was rock-solid! I could see those muscle-veins in his thighs, I could see beautiful shadows where each one of his massive steaks met another.
I moved slow, not wanting to scare him. I stepped closer to him, dropped down to one knee, and gently-slowly pulled down his underwear. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but I felt excited at the same time. Here I was, on one knee, in my dimly lit closet, with this beautiful man's limp cock less than four inches from my face! He was uncut. He had a beautiful, thick bush. Through his foreskin, I could see the outline to a massive, bulbous head. His foreskin was wrinkled around the tip, saggy. He had full, symmetrial, dark-skinned, saggy nutsacks lined with just the right amount of fur.
I looked up at him and he had this terrified look in his face. I didn't know what to do. I could tell that he was uncomfortable and that there was anyplace that he would rather be than standing with his underwear around his knees in my closet. I felt the same way. This was Jaimie! But he was so changed now. He was full-scale man.
I pulled his shorts down to his ankles, and to my surprise, he stepped out of them. It was more than half-way done then, I thought. I'd come this far and he didn't resist. Hell, he even stepped out of his shorts!
I went in. In the same moment, he whispered "No," my mouth made contact and the world around us fell silent. I buried my nose in his black bush, took his full manhood into my mouth and let my tongue explore the creases. I slid my tongue under his foreskin and let it do slick loops around the head. It was amazing how cool his cock was after such a warm shower! It was amazing how much meaty flavor there was left on it after he'd just cleaned himself up.
I was hard instantly, but it took Jaimie a minute or so before his uncut swinger started to bloat. But once it did, it was amazing how quickly he got into it. His hips swayed side to side, front to back, in crazy go-go boy circles as he lost himself in the blowjob. His breathing became grunts of quiet passion. He was uttering whispered words in spanish that I don't know the meaning to.
All the while, he kept his hands swinging at his sides. He kept his big feet parted just enough for me to sit between his legs to get a good suction. I slurped and smacked, taking cues to what made him yelp and quiver, buckle and tense. Eventually, I gently reached out and took his hands and guided them onto my head. From there, it was all him in control. He jabbed at my throat with his perfect cock. When I tried to pull back to keep from gagging on his meatstick, his big hands brought my head in for a deeper stab.
He let go his babygravy in a long, almost painful cry. I cupped my hands around his fuzzy ass cheeks and felt them shiver while his pecker muscles pumped and pumped ball batter onto my tonsils. I swallowed and swallowed, my face connected to my cousin's crotch, my lips smackin on his lap.
We stayed that way for a long time, him standing, quivering in the aftermath, his hands holding fistsful of my hair, my hands kneading his ass and hammies. His breathing eventually slowed. I kept nursing deep on his cock and amusing myself by trying to full-lick his nuts while I had him deep in my throat at the same time. As his pecker began to go limp, everything turned into a gooey, drippy mess.
He took a step back with one leg, blathering off more words in spanish, and I tongue-cleaned him up dry while he giggled.
He was amazing. Me and him got into something of a relationship for a while. There were early mornings when I would roll over and find him staring at me with those deep tough-guy eyes. Burning a hole of compassion into me with his gaze. It was amazing to see that look on his face.
I eventually learned that he had felt unloved. I felt so bad for him. He felt like he had nobody in the world, that nobody cared for him. He told me that he had such a huge heart, and that he was full of love...but there was nobody to share it with.
The sex was amazing. We shared each other as often as we could. I

was amazed at how this man could cum, maintain his hardon, and cum again in less than three minutes! He was a sex machine with a beautiful body! There were nights that I would wake up and just stare at his naked body in the moonlight, in awe at how such a perfect being could exist in the same space and time as me. On those nights, I'd nurse on him while he slept.
Eventually, my female cousin found out. She was angry...but only in the way that she can get angry.

She came to the house, sat down, talked to me. She told me that it was wrong.

Please stop it. If I really loved her brother, please let him move on and find a girl and get a real life.
I explained this to Jaimie. He cried. I cried. I told him that I really do love him, and that's why we had to stop.
In September, he left. I haven't seen him since.
There. Now I've told it, and I feel a little better.