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My story starts some years ago now, and an awkward love story between kissing cousins.

Stuart is four years older than myself with everyone suspecting his sexuality and a preference being guys. He would always deny it, but it did seem quite obvious with his mannerisms etc. When we were young he would always hug and touch my crotch, just playing I thought.

It wasn't until I was eighteen when things started to progress and we used to go out to pubs and clubs together, we'd return back home either to my parents or his, quite drunk. This was also when some of the playful crotch grabbing started to grow into more than just a grope by Stuart, he'd give it a little more of a massage, giving a wink with it.

We went out one morning looking for some new clothes to "impress the girls" I thought, as we were going out on a hot summer night. While we were trying shirts and trousers on in the changing rooms, Stuart entered mine when I was only in my underwear. I was wearing black skintight boxer short at the time, so my bulge would look quite pronounced, and as he barged in he commented when seeing me in them.

"Oh my god John, yummy."

"Hey Stu, what you doing in here?"

He then got down on his knees in front of me and nuzzled his face in my crotch, and although I was into girls at the time, liked the feel as I'd not actually been with a girl.
This was followed up with him kissing my bulge, right on the sweet spot of sensitivity. I know knew for sure he was gay, or at least bisexual.

Stuart stood up slowly in front of me, his hands caressing my body as he did so. We stood face to face, staring into each others glistening eyes. That was the time I actually thought I may fancy guys. After a moment or so just looking at each other, Stuart kissed me on the lips. At first I pulled back, surprised with what had happened.
I returned back in my stance, which brought me back closer to Stuart's face, he then kissed me again.

This time, for some unknown reason, I thought, I didn't pull back. Not knowing if Stuart was shocked or not, and not giving him time t wonder, I kissed him back. The kiss seemed to last almost forever, as our tongues entwined, I was French kissing my cousin. Although knowing it was wrong, it felt so good. We must've kissed for three or four minutes, Stuart's hands cupping my sheer clad ass, he was still dressed but my hands were around the back of his neck.

I'd kissed girls before, but this was a more sensual kiss than I'd ever had with a girl.

Once we came to our senses we broke our clinch and agreed we couldn't do any more. We still arranged to go out that evening as usual, and as we usually did, we got a little tipsy.

At the end of the night, and with neither of us "pulling" we went home. My parents weren't home, they'd gone away for the weekend, so I had the run of the house for the weekend. We got in and sat down on the sofa, and just turned to each other. Once again, the same look met our each others eyes, and once again the kiss. Knowing Stuart was gay, I didn't know if I wanted it to go further than just a kiss, so on this occasion we just had the most passionate of clinches, as earlier but for a lot longer.

We agreed to sleep in separate rooms, I went to my parents room, and Stuart had mine.
It must've been an hour or so in bed, and I couldn't get off to sleep and got up to go to the toilet. As I walked across the landing I had to pass my room, and the door was ajar slightly, I could see Stuart sprawled out face up on the bed. I carried on to the toilet, and did what I needed to, and on my return poked my head into my room. This time Stuart was sprawled out, but had removed his underwear. He looked towards the doorway and smiled, beckoning me in, he was stroking himself.

I'd always been curious, and I felt this must be where my curiosity will end....I walked in and lay beside him, not saying a word, neither of us did.

We faced each other, and once again the passion sparked. It seemed like we'd kissed for an hour, when Stuart reached down at my crotch, rubbing it slowly. He had the most delicate touch, teasing my bulge, then his fingers tingled my chest and torso. His touch made my whole body tingle, I wanted him as a man needs another man.

He rolled on top of me, our cocks rubbing together. I could feel him hardening, and as I could, it made mine harden also. Our bodies were moving together in rhythm, until he raised my ass up placing a pillow under me giving him the right angle to do whatever he wanted.

I don't know where he got the lube from, but he must've had this in mind all night. His finger entered my willing hole, massaging me until I almost came. No he didn't want that, and neither did I.

He lube me up expanding my hole with another finger, then it was time, time for him to enter me.

His eight inches plus, my first fuck was going to be eight inches plus.

Slowly he showed it to my eager hole, then with a gentle rubbing and a little push, he'd pooped my cherry. A guy's cock was actually in me, and what a feeling. He continued to push until his whole length was in me, so delicate a lover. Slow movements, in and out. We fucked in that position for hours, until he was ready to give me his cum.

I could feel the distinctive flinch and wow, what a feeling as his hot cum filled my whole, I too was in excstacy as he masturbated me at the same time.

We ended up coming together.....so hot.
Our love affair went on, but that is another story, as this was my first time .