Kiss it where it hurts!

“Remember when we were kids?” Johnny asked, squeezing
the near bursting pouch of his cock filled jock. “Remember
how you use to stare at my dick?”

“That was a long time ago, man. Like you said, we were
just kids.”

“So you’ve changed, have you?” Said Johnny, pulling down
the front of his jock.

I got goose bumps when his cock sprang out at me like a
huge, thick snake. Christ, he was even bigger than I
remembered. How could I possibly ignore such an awesome
sight? His cock was every bit of nine inches, and hard as
a fucking rock.

“That’s what I thought,” said Johnny. “We’ve still got
a hell of a lot in common, you and I. You have no idea how
much I’ve looked forward to your visit. I’ve got so much to
show you. So many things I want to teach you. And so little
time to do it.”

Johnny finished removing his jock and reached out for
me. For the first time I noticed how smooth his skin was.
He didn’t have a single hair on his magnificent body. Even
his manly crotch had been shaved smooth.

I trembled from head to toe as his powerful hands came
down on my shoulders and he pulled our tense bodies together.
His hot breath melted away my inhibitions as his mouth came
down over mine. He was right, nothing had changed. I had
always loved him.

Johnny set me on fire with his sweltering tongue. I
reached around and palmed the muscular mounds of his hairless
ass and felt his body grow tense. He thrust his rigid flesh
against my crotch. The feeling of his hard cock against mine
nearly made me cum.

Gently he eased me back onto the bed. He was like a
starving animal, grunting and snarling savagely as he licked
and nibbled his way to my awaiting manhood. I cried out
blissfully as he opened his mouth and devoured the entire
length of my seven-inch cock. He drove me mad with his firm
wet lips and hot fluttering tongue. I grabbed the back of
his head and forced his handsome face deep into my crotch.

I face fucked my dear cousin until his throat was raw.
Unable to tolerate any further abuse, Johnny shoved my knees
up against my chest and rammed his amazing tongue deep into
my quivering butthole. The sensation which bolted up my
spine was electric. Every nerve in my body was on overload.
The hair lined crack of my turned up ass became saturated
with his slimy drool.

“You’re tight little ass tastes so good,” Johnny
muttered. “Um, so fucking good.”

I stared up in a daze at the ceiling. The room began to
spin. I was lost; heart, body, and soul to the lustful
daring of my beloved cousin. Had I lost my mind? Was I
dreaming? Such pleasure as this couldn’t possibly exist for
real. Again his pointed tongue fluttered over the spastic
threshold of my bowels. I nearly screamed as every muscle in
my body reacted to his merciless inquisition.

Johnny finally came up for air. “You like this shit,
don’t you, Squirt? You like being tongue fucked?”

I couldn’t speak. My brain was still in a state of
fierce chaos. Everything had become a blur. It was as if I
had somehow managed to wander into an erotic fairy tale.

I relaxed my legs and let them dangle over the side of
the bed. My wet bunghole tingled ruttishly as Johnny laid
down beside me, taking my hand and placing it on his enormous
erect cock. I could feel his intense desire hammering
through the sleek, thick skin of his elongated shaft.

I snuggled against him, his skin was like satin. Pre-
cum seeped from the slit at the tip of his inflated cockhead,
saturating my bounding fist. After only a few strokes his
cock jerked violently and spewed gobs of stringy jism across
his heaving belly.

The sight of Johnny’s erupting passion made me tremble
with excitement. The onset of my own ejaculation rumbled
within me like a well about to expel its pent up prize.
Johnny tightened his fist around my cock and began yanking my
meat. My thighs tensed and I arched my back, bringing my ass
straight up off the bed.

“I’m gonna cum,” I howled.

“Yeah, blow those big nuts,” cooed Johnny. “Shoot your
wad all over your chest.”

My balls ached as their down covered pouch closed in
around them. I grunted loudly as the first wave of hurling
semen splattered across my erect nipples. Johnny continued
jacking me off until every drop of spunk had been squeezed
from my piss-tube.

“That was some load of cum, Squirt. Christ, I thought
you were never going to stop shooting.”

I reached down and scooped up a pool of my shimmering
jism and smeared it across his chest. “I think it runs in
the family.”

Johnny giggled playfully as he rolled over coming to
rest on top of me. We giggled like school boys as we
squirmed in the remains of spent lust.

“Come on,” said Johnny, dragging me to my feet. “You
need a shower.”

The next morning I slept in late. I didn’t even hear
Johnny when he left for work. After having something to eat,
I puttered around, just getting better acquainted with my
surroundings. By mid afternoon, I decided I’d better get
cleaned up. I didn’t know what Johnny might have planned for
that evening.

In laying out my cloths, I opened the wrong dresser
drawer by mistake. As luck would have it, Johnny appeared in
the doorway just as I was closing it.

“What the fuck were you doing?” Johnny asked hatefully.
“Is this what you’ve been doing all day? Going through my
stuff?”

“No, of course not,” I objected, taking offense to his
accusation. “I opened the drawer by mistake.”

“Sure you did,” said Johnny doubtfully, coming around to
yank open the drawer. “There, take a good look, you little
snoop.”