Cousin trains me....

I got off the bus on day in spring. Walking up the trail towards the barn I noticed a pick up truck in front of the tool shed. I really didn’t think much of it.

As I approached the barn my dad walks around the truck and tells me to come on over and speak to my cousin who is now helping out around the farm.  To be honest I hadn’t seen my cousin in several years. I was just a kid when he left for Vietnam.  

I extended my hand to shake his hand trying to make a statement that I was now older and no longer a kid.  I was surprised when he wrapped me up and gave me a big ole hug. 

My dad filled in the details that my cousin would be sharing my room and be staying the summer helping with our tobacco crop.  Just about that time my mom yelled from the back porch that supper was ready. 

As we walked towards the house we entered the kitchen and as usual my dad said the blessing.  After supper over my mom informed me I could clean up the kitchen since I had left a mess in my room and she had to tidy up before my cousin could walk through the room to put his duffel bag at the foot of the bed.  

My room was in the attic section of our farm house. It was really my scantuary since I was the only boy of the family. 

After I cleaned the kitchen it was time to do my homework.  As I spread out at my desk writing an essay in my theme book for English class my cousin came into the room and was quiet trying not to disrupt me as I was studying. I had the radio playing softly and I’ll never forget Otis Redding was singing “Sitting On the Dock of the Bay.”  He asked me if I like black music, black singers, etc...he went to to tell me while he was in Vietnam he made friends with colored men.  Growing up in the south I hadn’t been around many people of color until I entered junior high school. 

When it was time for bed he told me he would try not to disrupt my sleeping pattern.  My cousin had to be at least 24 years old. 6’3” and 210 pounds.  He took off his clothes and he was wearing a pair of Towncraft light blue boxers from JC Penney’s.  Owen went ahead and climbed in bed and took the back side of the bed near the wall.  I took off my clothes and was wearing a pair of white FTL briefs. He laughed and said it was time for me to start wearing boxers.  

I climbed into bed, turned off the light. I asked him if it was ok if I left the radio on. He said sure and said he was glad I liked music. We chatted into the night and I finally said I needed to get some sleep.  My cousin proceeded to put me in a head lock playfully wrestling and said he wasn’t ready to sleep and wanted to play.

I had no clue what he was referring to but quickly learned. Owen reached over and took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I froze. He then proceeded to tell me step by step what he needed me to do.  Granted I had discovered jacking off and once stuck my finger in my hole. However, I had never touched a mans pecker before but always wanted to. 

That was the first time I put my mouth on a dick before. Needless to say, I liked it and wanted to please my stud cousin who I counted my blessings for returning home safely from Vietnam.

That first night when Owen slept in my bed we did everything but sleep.  I had never seen another man with a hard on.  

It started out with wrestling and goofing around and once I felt his thick uncut cock pressing into my side we stopped and just looked at each other.  At that point he told me to touch his cock.  I did exactly what he directed me to do.  He was leaking so much precut that he took his index finger and wiped if off and tasted his own liquid.  I just looked so mesmerized and then he had me hook, line and sinker when he tenderly kissed me and I swear to this day I can still picture this in my mind.

At that point he knew he had me.  He asked me if I wanted to stop, immediately I shock my head no.  He just grinned and said he was to show me what he wanted me to do to him.  He pulled my white FTL briefs off and licked just head of my cock. God bless, I was moaning, squirming and was ready to shoot my load.  He stopped licking my cock, climbed out of bed and stood in my face and instructed me to do exactly what he had done to me.   His dick was thick and uncut.  He talked me through how to use my tongue around his uncut skin.  He didn’t want me to pull the skin back at first.  I recall looking up with such willing eyes licked on his face and gosh he was so patient with me. Training me how to suck a pecker.  

Owen started to touch my dick while his cock was in my mouth. I swear I shot my load immediately. As soon as I did he scooped up my thick creamy cum and rubbed it on his dick.  Next he instructed me to lick his cock with my cum on it.  Needless to say I loved tasting myself while tasting his precum.  He was so patient, tender and yes loving.  I had never experienced anything like this ever in my life, however I knew I liked it.  

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