Re: Ever sucked your male realtives dick
After reading many of the posts in this thread, I take comfort in knowing that I share some of my heartache with others who have had similar experiences with a relative. Of course, such relationships are never planned, they seem to just evolve over a long period of time. I do not feel alone any longer after reading several posts that described long-term relationships with relatives that came to sudden, silent endings. It just amazes me how some guys can have a long, intimate relationship with a same-sex relative, and just instantly turn 180-degrees into a relationship with the woman, and then NEVER acknowledge their past---like somehow it never happened and no one remembers.
This has happened to me just recently. It's a rather long story, but here it goes. I'm hoping this will be rather cathartic for me, as I have NEVER spoken or written a word about this to anyone in my life. I remember so many events, so vividly.
Things started when my parents took in my cousin, after my aunt and uncle got divorced and they became drug and alcohol abusers. I had no siblings at the time. He was a great kid and he didn't deserve the crap his parents were putting him through. Eventually my parents got legal custody of him and he accepted my parents as his own. My parents treated him like their own and showered him with as much love and attention they gave me. About 6-months after he moved in, one day after school, I came up to my room and I caught him watching a straight porn video our TV (we shared a room at that point.) He eventually admitted that he brought the tape to the house. He quickly shut it off, but I was curious, too, and I convinced him to put it back on so we could both watch it. After about 30 minutes, we shut it down, as we expected my parents to be home soon, and we never really talked about it for a while.
Then, about a month later, late in the evening, when the parents were asleep, he woke me up and asked if I "wanted to feel good like the guy in the video." Of course I said yes, and that's when he showed me how to jack-off, and we enjoyed I good rub out. Of course, I had been having wet dreams for a while, but never jacked, because I didn't know how. It took me a while to cum, perhaps after the third or fourth time, but when I finally did, it hurt (did it hurt for anyone else out there??), but it got much better over time. We never touched each other during the next year or so of jacking... as often as we could, late in the evenings. One thing is we always jacked together.
Then, after about a year, we began to touch each other while jacking... legs, arms, face, etc., and it eventually evolved into mutual masturbation. He would jack me first, and then I would do him. It felt awesome to me, and I just got that nervous tingle inside every time. Making him cum was such a rush for me. I'm not sure he had the same feelings about doing me, but I loved it, even as nervous as I was about it. I would literally tremble, but it was great. That went on for about 2 years... no oral was involved.
Our mutual encounters were more intense and we tried many positions... splashing on each other... he loved cumming in my hair and I would have the towels to wipe up. Oddly enough, we were both never really interested in girls, but we would play around and have in-school only girlfriends and silly phone-girlfriends. Nothing serious at all. We played some school sports, but I was really the a geek and he was more of the jock type. We enjoyed our private sessions together... which were numerous. Then, on one hot summer night, while lying in bed, I hear him calling me over to him and he asks if I will rub his back because he said he hurt it in Pop Warner football. I jumped up and climbed into his bed and
At 23 and at about the time I finished college and got a job as an engineering apprentice, he was still in construction and doing his thing... getting drunk, coming home late and doing other shit. Eventually, my parents suggested he get his own place, they never asked him to leave. but he got the idea. Of course, I hated the idea, never knowing what would become of us. He moved out that year... and lived with 2 other guys. Our relationship continued, however, but we had to squeeze in our sessions when his roomies weren't home, or when he could come to the house and visit with me and the parents. Things were good that year.
The following year, he changed jobs, went into office work, and made more money. He was able to get his own apartment, and that's when we took the next step in our relationship. Again, neither of us had girlfriends at this point. There was no interest. I was going to his apartment whenever I could and we could have peaceful, raunchy romps... whole-body licking and worship of his feet and fit body and cock. It was hot and heavy. A few months into his new living digs, we went out for drinks, came back to his place, and I decided to stay over as I had done a few times. We were both buzzed, naked, and laying on the bed, with him spooning me. He slowly, and gently began to anally penetrate me. I couldn't believe it, but I just laid there as still as I could... I think I faked like I was sleeping. I remember him trying to get into me, but he was having some difficulty. He got out of bed, went into the bathroom, came back out with some kind of lubricant, and worked on my hole with his fingers. Then he tried to penetrate me again, with success. He slowly and gently fucked me, I had mild pain, and he hugged me tightly, and continued to plunge into me as slowly and as gently as he could. He eventually held he tight, and I could feel his warm cum enter my gut. Then he kissed me on the shoulder, rolled over, and fell asleep. Of course, I was up the rest of the night in a daze.
Within a few days, I was back at his apartment, and full anal, as well full oral sessions became the norm. He had lots of stamina. After every anal session, he would kiss my back and shoulders. This was the only kissing that ever took place... and there was never any discussion between us... just him talking dirty to me. This pattern went on for the next 6 1/2 years. I was in love... never really sure about him and how he felt... we NEVER talked about it. He NEVER would.
This brings us to just a few months ago. Suddenly and unexpectedly, he stopped answering my phone calls, or returning messages. I would go to his apartment, his car would be there, but he would never answer the door. I was sick about it. I was raging when I would leave messages. I even went to his job, but was never able to meet with him. He would call my parents, but not me. Finally, one day, he came to the house. I was home and I raced down the stairs to confront him about all this. He simply ignored me and went straight to the kitchen to speak with my parents. I was nearly in tears by then. I didn't enter the kitchen, bit I could hear him talking, and he told my parents that he had a girlfriend and she was probably going to move in with him. I was completely crushed. He said his byes to my parents, came out of the kitchen, looked at me and said, "it's over!", and just walked out. That was it... over and done... no discussion, nothing. I tried calling him... he did answer, but he wouldn't discuss anything about us and our 17 year relationship. We're both 30 years old now.
At this point, I'm still hurt, confused, and in shock. I just can't understand the 180-degree turn and transformation. He always thought he was straight and that's the way he carried himself... but, I always knew he loved me and we were intimate all this time. I suppose I just have to get over it and move on, but it will not be easy. Just recently, I've gone on CL to cruise to men-to-men posts... just to find some affection. I'm not sure where all this is going to take me, but I will have to move on, that's for sure.
Well, thanks for reading my drawn out life story. I know I've left out some details, but I hope the readers get the point. While I always suspected that my relationship with my cousin may not last forever, I certainly wasn't prepared for the sudden, silent ending! My thanks to the others who have posted. They inspired me to share my rather sad stor
