Many years ago, as a horny adolescent, I began a homosexual affair with a cousin. Just a bit younger than me, he nonetheless initiated the “experimentation” as we called it. We repeatedly assured ourselves we weren’t homosexuals, just young teens with raging hormones and no female outlets. I began to wonder, however, whether he’s done some previous experimenting of his own, because he kept coming up with ideas I’d never thought of. All of his ideas were good, it turned out, and it became harder and harder to convince myself we weren’t really simply queer.
We quickly passed though the requisite stages of boy-boy sex play: mutual masturbation, tentative cock-sucking, and then actual (the horror) penetration. He was the first to receive ropey spurts of my young semen, followed a few days later by reciprocity. Due to size differences, we eventually settled in a routine where I was “the girl” as we put it, and over a few years I received over a hundred of his deposits. I have fond memories of the couplings I recall, and wish I remembered them all.
One session in particular relates to the fantasy I mentioned at the start of this story, as it involves his sister. She was older than me, and while another female cousin was the usually imaginary partner in my heterosexual daydreams, his sister did make occasional appearances. One winter afternoon, near the end of my affair with her brother, I decided to spice up our coupling by dressing in some of her lingerie. He wasn’t particularly interested in this, but I certainly was. Laying on his mom’s bed, dressed in his sister’s hose and nightie and sock-stuffed bra, with his skinny Vasaline-coated cock slowly making it’s wan in and out of my butt remains my favorite memory.
To be continued…