My name is Sam. This is a story about my cousin Jay and I from the not-so-distant past. Hope you enjoy!
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Taking advantage of the end of senior year and the new warmth of early summer, Jay and I made our way through our neighborhood's forest. He and I had grown up close, and we spent a lot of free time together, especially in the warmer months. We both had the most fun during the summer, and the forest was always the first place we went to do some exploring and get exercise in.
Jay was about a half a year older than me, and had I only just celebrated my 18th. I was slimmer with a decently athletic build and a nice ass. Jay was more well-built, with a broader chest and shoulders from the weight room. He was the lifter, I was the runner.
Making our way through the trails of the forest, he stayed a step or two behind me, when we slowed down and took a breather.
"I need it Sam," I heard him say behind me. I didn't understand. He needed what?
I stood up to turn around and ask him when I felt hands on my shoulders. Two hands, one on each. It was something that I remembered, and I felt him push.
Now I didn't need to ask. I understood. He had said all he needed to. I let my knees buckle, and I dropped down under his pressure.
I heard him rummage through his pockets behind me, messing with his shorts long enough to seem that he couldn't find what he was looking for, before my field of vision went nearly black. He tied a blindfold over my eyes. 'What is this?' I thought. This was not what I was expecting, at all. A blindfold in the middle of the forest?
"What are you doing?" I finally had the nerve to ask him. He gave me no reply. He continued working and tied the blindfold too tightly for my liking, but that made certain I couldn't see. Once he let go of the fabric, he took four steps around me, placed one hand around the back of my head and quietly said, "Take it."
His hand didn't move, but I felt a firm piece of flesh, his cock that had already been taken out from his shorts, push against my unprepared lips. I took his dick to the back of my stretched mouth, with my strongest protest being an airy moan. This was not the first time it had been there, and this was what I had been expecting.
After the first push into my mouth, my surprise and confusion melted away into awe of the size of his cock. It was only because of my past experience that I was able to take his meat without much strain, but this dick was bigger than what I remembered, and my lips were wrapped tightly around its thickness. Did his dick go through a growth spurt? Could I have asked for anything better? How the hell was I supposed to handle more than half of this thing in my mouth? I only had time for one question in my head before it was replaced with the struggle to find more room for each of the increasingly deeper strokes he slowly pushed down my throat. The two large veins that protruded along the top of his shaft were still there, but everything was just larger. How did I miss these genes? My cousin's cock had to have been eight inches now, and he had always been thick. It was a challenge to keep my mouth open wide enough, and a challenge to just breathe. But I knew I had to get used to it, and fast. I made sure my tongue swirled and my lips popped with every push he made, giving the sloppy noises that reflected how deep his giant cockhead was pressing down my throat.