I can't believe it's only a few months shy of my last blog. God, time really does fly. A lot has happened over the years that I would love to update you guys on (if I ever decide to update regularly, that is). But for right now, I'm going to continue telling events from my past.
Breaking all chronology, I'm going to skip a few years after Erick. This one happened just a few days short of my creating this blog. In fact, this is THE reason I created this blog. I was 20 at the time and the guy, in question, was 25.
Blond-haired, blue eyed specimen of perfection: His name was TT. It was a nickname that his family came up with when he was a baby (short for "Two-Two", apparently... I don't even know). His family lived on the other side of the street so our backyards were connected. Believe me, despite how good-looking he may be, living on the other side of the fence from them was no picnic. They're the epitome of a dysfunctional family. Every and any holiday would usually end in a fight between two or more family members. That's what happens when you live with a bunch of alcoholics.
Occasionally, it paid off. TT was a football player in high school with an amazing body that he loved to show off. He house sat a lot. And it seemed that any time he knew I was in my backyard, he would decide to cut his grass. After sweating long enough, he'd usually take off his shirt. We shared many unspoken glances over those times. It was weird being sexually attracted to him. Years ago, I was just a little kid who would follow him and his friends to the riverbank and now, he was someone completely different to me. It happened before I even knew it.
I was taking a walk around the corner one day and he was outside, sitting beside his open garage door and messing with his brother's guitar. I fully intended on walking past him and going straight home but he asked me if I knew how to play the guitar. I told him I had no idea so he called me over and taught me how to hold it. That was all I managed to learned as I completely sucked at even trying.
He went inside his garage, which was where his brother's band practiced, and began playing the keyboard. He was okay on the guitar but on the keyboard he was amazing. I was completely stunned in that moment. I stood outside the garage, frozen. I don't know what he was playing but it was captivating. He looked at me and smiled. I told him how amazing it was and he told me he could teach me.
I sat in the chair, trembling. He stood behind me, his arms just over my shoulder as my fingers followed his over the keys. Eventually, his hands slid over mines. Gentle but rough. I held my breath in that moment. Too nervous to turn to him, I thought I had only imagined his breath getting heavier on my neck but then I felt his lips. I got chills. My mind ran a million miles per second.
He closed the garage door and then turned back at me. Frozen to my chair, I looked down at the keyboard. I didn't know what I wanted in that moment but it was almost like something inside of my was ready to run for the hills. He arms surrounded me as his body towered me. He leaned over and whispered--more into my shoulder than ear--"you okay?". I nodded, unable to make a semblance of a sound.
His hands began massaging my shoulders. "Just relax," he whispered. It was easier said that done. I threw my head back and tried not to think about what was happening. His hands started traveling from my shoulders to my chest. I turned to look at TT. I started to realize that I never wanted anyone in the way that I wanted him at that moment.
I stood from the chair and looked him in the eye. We stood there smiling at each other, our eyes completely locked. His hand was holding mine. I dared myself to kiss him in that moment but I couldn't. Every desire and doubt in that moment was magnified. I was flooded with emotion that I couldn't understand. I trembled. Like being scared to death.
"I need to go."
I ran out. He called out to me a few times but I didn't even turn back. I couldn't.
That night, I visited a younger friend of mine, 16, and asked him if he wanted to suck my dick for some weed. He gladly obliged. I found myself asking why it couldn't always be like that? Getting a blowjob, giving a blowjob, no strings attached. I don't do strings.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Friday, September 17, 2010
End of Summer
To no surprise, Uncle Erick began avoiding me at all times. He was almost never home and the times he were home, he never spent any time in the kitchen or front room. The one or two times I saw him around the house, he walked right past me without a glance. I didn't expect us to be anymore cordial to each other but his insistence on ignoring my existence me was humorous.
It's almost been 3 months and summer's end was nearing. I still haven't really talked to Uncle Erick since then and I was starting to learn that too much of anything really is a bad thing. My "relationship" with Little Erick was getting close to repetitive. Don't get me wrong, I still enjoyed giving him blowjobs and he still enjoyed getting them but there's only so many times a person can enjoy chicken before he starts looking for steak.
With summer almost over, I didn't want to leave without pleasuring my uncle one more time. I woke up one day and decided I had to avoid being alone with Erick so that I can find the time to be alone with his dad. It was the same day that Uncle Erick chooses to go fishing so I knew it was do-or-die time. At some point in the morning, Erick was still sleeping. Usually, I'd give him a "wake-up call" but today I let him sleep in while I went off to the lake.
Like clockwork, Uncle Erick was there. He sat down on the ground with his back up against a tree and the fishing rod in his hand. I was afraid to approach him. I watched him from afar. I loved seeing the way the sweat dripped down his bare body and how he had such a noticeable bulge in his shorts. It took me at least 10 minutes just to work up the nerve to reveal myself. I came out from behind the tree and approached him. It didn't take long for him to notice me.
He didn't exactly look too thrilled. He asked me what I was doing out there and I told him I was just going for a morning run and saw him. I stood there in awkward silence, hoping for him to say something so I won't have to. It was tense in that moment. At this point, I figured that anything was better than the silence.
I dropped down to my knees and placed my hand on his thigh. I started moving closer to his pelvis area and I noticed a slow rise in his pants. I didn't make any eye contact with him so I couldn't tell what he was thinking through his expressions. The only thing I could do was dive in. I pulled down his shorts and started massaging his hard-on.
I went down to lick it and he didn't stop me. At this point, I knew it was okay to suck it. And boy did I suck it. First, I took the head of his cock in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. His precum was so sweet. And then I started to stuff it in my throat. I wanted his cock soaked in my spit and I didn't stop until it was shining. I couldn't get enough of how fat his cock was. I loved how it stretched my mouth.
He squirted so much thick cum in my mouth I almost felt like I was choking. After I managed to swallow his cum, somehow, he pushed me away and told me not to tell anyone. Of course, I obeyed.
After going home, Little Erick was gone so I took a nap. He came home eventually, with a girl in tow. For the entire summer, I've never seen Little Erick with a girl. He always tried to keep his "friends" away from me but I guess it really didn't matter to him at this point. The girl, who's name I can't remember, was pretty nice. She was there the entire day.
Nighttime came around and the three of us were in the room together. We started joking about a lot of shit and he asked her if she'd let him fuck her right in front of me. She said no but she'll blow him right in front of me. I'm far from the jealous-type so I was all for it.
After a lot of begging, she eventually went down on him. I loved seeing her wrap her lips around his cock and suck it. She looked like she was amazing at it, too. And he was really into it. He put his hands behind his head and threw his head back. I loved watching him moan from a 3rd person perspective. And the girl was constantly looking in my direction and smiling at me with his dick inbetween her lips.
He didn't get to cum in her mouth, unfortunately. She got a phone call home and he had to bring her home. He came back and asked me if I wanted to finish what she started and of course, I obliged. Even after sucking off Uncle Erick earlier that day, I still enjoyed blowing Little Erick just as much. In a strange way, sucking his dad off and then watching him get sucked off revitalized our sexual relationship. And apparently, he felt the same because, for the first time ever, he sucked my dick. It wasn't very long and I don't think he enjoyed it much but it's the thought that counts.
Unfortunately, me and my mom left a week and a half earlier than expected. I spent the last night out there blowing Erick the whole night. He came in my mouth twice that night and once again the morning I left. The final goodbye wasn't a big dramatic hug or anything but we were both upset.
It's almost been 3 months and summer's end was nearing. I still haven't really talked to Uncle Erick since then and I was starting to learn that too much of anything really is a bad thing. My "relationship" with Little Erick was getting close to repetitive. Don't get me wrong, I still enjoyed giving him blowjobs and he still enjoyed getting them but there's only so many times a person can enjoy chicken before he starts looking for steak.
With summer almost over, I didn't want to leave without pleasuring my uncle one more time. I woke up one day and decided I had to avoid being alone with Erick so that I can find the time to be alone with his dad. It was the same day that Uncle Erick chooses to go fishing so I knew it was do-or-die time. At some point in the morning, Erick was still sleeping. Usually, I'd give him a "wake-up call" but today I let him sleep in while I went off to the lake.
Like clockwork, Uncle Erick was there. He sat down on the ground with his back up against a tree and the fishing rod in his hand. I was afraid to approach him. I watched him from afar. I loved seeing the way the sweat dripped down his bare body and how he had such a noticeable bulge in his shorts. It took me at least 10 minutes just to work up the nerve to reveal myself. I came out from behind the tree and approached him. It didn't take long for him to notice me.
He didn't exactly look too thrilled. He asked me what I was doing out there and I told him I was just going for a morning run and saw him. I stood there in awkward silence, hoping for him to say something so I won't have to. It was tense in that moment. At this point, I figured that anything was better than the silence.
I dropped down to my knees and placed my hand on his thigh. I started moving closer to his pelvis area and I noticed a slow rise in his pants. I didn't make any eye contact with him so I couldn't tell what he was thinking through his expressions. The only thing I could do was dive in. I pulled down his shorts and started massaging his hard-on.
I went down to lick it and he didn't stop me. At this point, I knew it was okay to suck it. And boy did I suck it. First, I took the head of his cock in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it. His precum was so sweet. And then I started to stuff it in my throat. I wanted his cock soaked in my spit and I didn't stop until it was shining. I couldn't get enough of how fat his cock was. I loved how it stretched my mouth.
He squirted so much thick cum in my mouth I almost felt like I was choking. After I managed to swallow his cum, somehow, he pushed me away and told me not to tell anyone. Of course, I obeyed.
After going home, Little Erick was gone so I took a nap. He came home eventually, with a girl in tow. For the entire summer, I've never seen Little Erick with a girl. He always tried to keep his "friends" away from me but I guess it really didn't matter to him at this point. The girl, who's name I can't remember, was pretty nice. She was there the entire day.
Nighttime came around and the three of us were in the room together. We started joking about a lot of shit and he asked her if she'd let him fuck her right in front of me. She said no but she'll blow him right in front of me. I'm far from the jealous-type so I was all for it.
After a lot of begging, she eventually went down on him. I loved seeing her wrap her lips around his cock and suck it. She looked like she was amazing at it, too. And he was really into it. He put his hands behind his head and threw his head back. I loved watching him moan from a 3rd person perspective. And the girl was constantly looking in my direction and smiling at me with his dick inbetween her lips.
He didn't get to cum in her mouth, unfortunately. She got a phone call home and he had to bring her home. He came back and asked me if I wanted to finish what she started and of course, I obliged. Even after sucking off Uncle Erick earlier that day, I still enjoyed blowing Little Erick just as much. In a strange way, sucking his dad off and then watching him get sucked off revitalized our sexual relationship. And apparently, he felt the same because, for the first time ever, he sucked my dick. It wasn't very long and I don't think he enjoyed it much but it's the thought that counts.
Unfortunately, me and my mom left a week and a half earlier than expected. I spent the last night out there blowing Erick the whole night. He came in my mouth twice that night and once again the morning I left. The final goodbye wasn't a big dramatic hug or anything but we were both upset.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
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