"Fuck it…I don’t feel like reaching around tonight."
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How we fuck.
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Read about it here: http://sublimecock.tumblr.com/post/95246532993/a-sublime-beginning-part-2
Part 1 of this piece can be found at:
All to say I had a cock instinct very early, and my identical twin Jack did not. Thank God, then, that Jack and I had an older cousin who, it turned out, got some of the same genes I had gotten but my twin had skipped. My cousin’s was the first dick I ever purposefully touched, let alone sucked. And “fooling around” with cousin Scott gave me some insight into how I might explore the extent, if any, of Jack’s gray area. I ultimately found out that Jack’s gray area was big enough to allow jacking off in plain view of each other - but across the room - for a couple of years, and for a few fevered sessions of mutual masturbation.
Scott, on the other hand, proved to be a decent initiator, and good for a blowjob (given and/or received) at almost any family get together until after he had graduated from college and fallen in love with a real douche bag. Scott is/was 2+ years older and, as kids, Jack and I were kind of in awe of him. He had the family good looks and charm - he was funny, not too mean, and older enough not to pound on us too much. Of course, at 17, he was driving, drinking too much (family stories) - and was just plain cool. And he loved to fish. Which was the bait with which Scott hooked me. I honestly think that until the summer day he stopped by our house to see if anyone wanted to go fishing - and later that afternoon “playfully” dropped his hand into my lap and squeezed my junk - I had never really thought about sucking HIS dick, not much anyway. That seemed a cock too far, and I wanted the one across the room.
It hadn’t been all that long since I had started wet-dreaming about fucking my neighborhood friends, and I had barely figured out how to masturbate. Scott was 17 and I was not quite 15. I suppose to some that might appear abusive, but I was all raging hormones and dying to figure out how to get with some guy - preferably Jack but really any swinging dick would do.
As luck would have it, Jack had other plans the day Scott dropped by to dangle the lure of fishing a sweet farm pond to which he had charmed himself access. I jumped at his offer - fuck, I swelled with pride just to be noticed by my older cousin. He patted my ass while I was putting my gear in his trunk, and he started talking smack almost as soon as he had backed out of the driveway. Scott commented on how much I had grown since Christmas (true), then asked me if I was “beating my meat” yet. I’m pretty sure I blushed. I know I stammered out no intelligible answer. Then, “Tell me, what’s it like to crank one out with Jack? You guys are probably all over each other soon as soon as the lights go out.”
Somewhere in all that I had the maturity to ask if it was “normal” to jack off. He laughed, and assured me that nothing could be more normal. I asked him if he really thought Jack and I would do…that…together. “Why the fuck not, two hot little studs like you, you might as well figure out what to do with your dick with your dead-ringer.” I know I was hard by the time the car had bumped across the pasture and Scott stopped under an old live oak tree.
"I think it’s better to use a good stiff rod out here, there’s a lot of junk in the water and they’ll hit your worm hard." I know that sounds stupid, but we were teenagers. That’s what he said - and, as dumb as I was, I got it. Neither of us had yet moved to get out of the car. "You got a stiff rod?" I think I just nodded. "Well, big boy, you ready?" And before I could answer him, Scott’s hand was on my bulging crotch.
To Be Continued…
* Thanks to my-very-first-time.tumblr.com for first posting this essay in its entirety and for providing the title to this essay . The rest of the words are my own.
A taste for my cousin’s cock.
Anonymous said: image/95170799148 Simon Dexter's maniac impersonations unfailingly hammer home the angst of that condition, but he responds well to therapy, don't you find?
Marvelously, the fucker.
"Forget about the fucking farm…did you happen to notice my heavy sagging nuts?"
"Well…that’s one way to keep ‘em down on the farm…" (83)