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Read Part 3 of “A Sublime Beginning” here:

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Developing a taste for familial dick/3.

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Read Part 3 of “A Sublime Beginning” here:

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A Sublime Beginning, Part 3*

• Part 1: http://sublimecock.tumblr.com/post/94978462268/a-sublime-beginning

• Part 2: http://sublimecock.tumblr.com/post/95246532993/a-sublime-beginning-part-2

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After arriving (with adolescent boners) at the farm pond we had planned to fish that afternoon, neither my older cousin Scott nor I had moved to get out of the car. “You got a stiff rod?” he asked. I think I just nodded. “Well, big boy, you ready?” And before I could answer, Scott’s hand was on my bulging crotch.

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Scott squeezed firmly and did not release the pressure. He squeezed tighter and kept the pressure on my cock. I hadn’t spoken - wouldn’t have had any idea of what to say. My boner gave me away, of course - that and the fact that my only movement had been to shift my weight and spread my legs just a little wider so he could get a better grip on my cock through the soft denim of my worn jeans.

Scott cleared his throat and asked in a different, somehow huskier voice, “Do you mind if I see if you have my genes in your jeans?” I’m not sure what I thought he meant, probably I thought he wanted to know if my dick looked like his. I knew I liked what I thought was happening, even though I couldn’t be sure what was happening. And I seemed to have lost the ability to speak. His hand was still gripping my bulge, and he was now squeezing and releasing the pressure, then squeezing again. His fingers started drumming on my bulging fly. (Was he really thumping out ‘The William Tell Overture’?) After what seemed to me to be my interminable silence, Scott said, “I think I’ll have a look.” I finally managed a squeaky, “Knock yourself out” - before I moaned. Yes, I actually moaned, and I remember thinking that I sounded like a girl - though I had never heard a girl moan in that way before.

With my acquiesence established, Scott didn’t hesitate further. He unbuttoned and then unzipped my jeans, and quickly had my fully erect cock sticking out through the fly of my boxers. As his hand closed around my thick shaft, he said, “Holy fuck, cuz, but you have got a dick on you!” I did, he was right. Not quite the biggest dick I had spied in gym class and team showers, but certainly one of them. Twin Jack had another one of them. Mostly because Jack and I were among the first wave of our peers to reach puberty. But I still had never seen another hard cock before, not even Jack’s, so, yeah, my erect cock was the biggest dick I had ever seen. I thought I was pretty special.

I also thought probably not quite as special as Jack, whose flaccid cock, I had decided by then, was just a little bigger than its identical twin. We (mostly I) had joked about that more than once, and Jack always denied that there was any “real” difference in the sizes of our respective units. But in that cock-obsessed way of almost-15-year-olds, since I knew or imagined that my twin had a bigger soft dick than me, I extrapolated in my mind his imagined erect penis to literally incredible proportions. I began secretly contriving ways in which I might see my brother’s dick in all its glory.

One time, not so many months before Scott was to open my eyes (and my fly), when Jack and I were showering together (we did that a lot back then) and I commented (yet again) that his dick was definitely bigger than mine, Jack laughed and said, “I’m tired of hearing that crap. Bring that big boy over here, we’re going to find out for sure.” We were standing just about toe-to-toe and nose-to-nose with the water beating down on us. He picked up his floppy dick by the head and held it straight out from his body…toward me. “You do the same,” he instructed. We laid our cocks out toward each other - and suddenly (even I had not planned this) our dicks were touching. And I was trembling. No surprise, but my cock started to get hard. Did in fact get hard, real hard, in no time. I would argue that I have never been harder. I was, of course, embarrassed to death, but it had all happened so damned fast. Jack’s cock, fat, wet and beautiful, hadn’t enlarged or twitched in the slightest. Just a fat soft dick lying across his palm, while mine was sticking straight up (well, pointed slightly to the left). He just laughed and said, “Damn, bro, down, down boy!” And then to my relief, he quickly added, “we better get moving,” turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. He grabbed a towel for himself and tossed me one, with which I immediately covered my still-hard cock. Over his shoulder, he did ask, “You need a little private time?” So while Jack had seen me hard, I had not yet seen him or any other guy sporting a boner. But I have digressed. I was talking about the stiff rod I took fishing with my cousin…

I was glowing in the wake of my older cousin’s compliment to my penis as his hand moved slowly up and down its length. He spit into his hand and smeared it around the head of my cock, and then up and down its length. I squirmed in my seat. About one minute into my first foray into the wider world and I was dangerously close to blowing my load. I’m not sure what I had been doing with my hands until that point, but Scott had a suggestion for me. “It’s ok, you can touch mine, too, if you want,” he offered. I looked at him and he winked. My eyes dropped to his crotch where I saw that his jeans looked like they might pop a seam. I gulped - and was suddenly scared shitless.

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To be continued…

* Thanks to my-very-first-time.tumblr.com for first posting a shorter version this essay and for providing the story’s title. The rest of the words are my own.
Developing a taste for familial dick/2.

Developing a taste for familial dick/2.

Developing a taste for familial dick.

Developing a taste for familial dick.

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How I (wish I) accidentally fucked my twin brother after I spontaneously erected right in front of him or, having been flushed from the pocket, I might as well have gone deep.

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How I (wish I) accidentally fucked my twin brother after I spontaneously erected right in front of him or, having been flushed from the pocket, I might as well have gone deep.

"Forget about my fucking table…did you happen to notice my heavy swinging nutsack?"

"Forget about my fucking table…did you happen to notice my heavy swinging nutsack?"

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