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My Cousin Danny (Part Seven)
We spent the day going from one activity to another. We swam. We fished. We played two on two wiffle ball. We played "Volleybardment," a game we had invented and that was a combination of volleyball and bombardment. Like volleyball, it was six on six. Like bombardment, you were out if a ball hit you other than on the hand as part of a "volleyball move."
We ate hot dogs. We drank beer. We had a permissive family. If your voice had changed, you could drink beer.
We had an awesome day. It was almost enough to distract me from the promise of "tonight." Almost.
When the day's activities were over, Danny, Bobby, Billy, and I went to the creek and smoked all the pot that was left. By the time we were done, we were baked. Apparently, Danny was as curious as I was about what had happened the night before, if anything, when Bobby and Billy had gotten back to their tent.
"You guys fuck each other last night?"
Bobby was horrified by the question. "No, we're not fags?"
Danny was relentless. "Suck each other?"
Again, "we're not fags."
"What you are is closed minded. And, that's too bad. Because you miss out on a lot when your mind is closed to new experiences." With that, Danny got up, looked at Bobby and Billy, took my hand, and said, "I'm horny. Let's go to bed." We walked away. We did not look back to see the looks on Bobby's and Billy's faces as we did. I suspect they looked like Edvard Munch's "The Scream."
Once we were in the tent, Danny zipped it shut, turned on his transistor radio, and produced a heretofore concealed joint. We smoked it as we undressed each other.
"Tonight, it's all about dick control. No coming."
Danny kneeled in front of me, took my dick in his mouth, and started slowly sucking me. Almost immediately, I was ready to come. Danny must have felt my orgasm approaching, as he pulled off when I reached the edge. Once my orgasm had receded, he took me back in his mouth and started sucking again. I held off a little longer this time, but not much. Danny stopped again and let my orgasm recede. He repeated the exercise over and over, ten, twelve times, for God knows how long. He was teasing me. I finally could not take it any longer. The next time I thought Danny was about to stop, I grabbed his head, buried my dick in his mouth, and unloaded down his throat.
When he pulled off, he complimented me. "You did better than I expected. That's dick control. You don't come when you can. You come when you need. If you want to be good at sex, you'll not only control you own orgasm, you'll control you partner's. So, suck my dick, but don't let me come until you want me to come."
Danny stood up, and I kneeled in front of him. I took his dick in my mouth.
"Hold my balls while you suck me. That way, you will be able to feel my orgasm before it hits you in the face."
I took hold of his balls. I started sucking him. The first time I felt his balls clench, I pulled off and swirled my tongue around the head of his dick. When I thought it was safe, I started milking him again. As before, when I felt his balls clench, I pulled off and swirled my tongue around the head of his dick. I kept doing that until I could not wait for his load any longer. That time, when I felt his balls clench, I gripped them tight and took him into my throat as far as I could. When I did, Danny gasped and unloaded. I held him in my throat as I felt his dick twitch over and over, releasing the rest of what he had. I dragged my teeth gently up the shaft of his dick as I pulled off, stopping to nibble on his overly sensitive head.
When we were finished, Danny told me I was a good student. "When you sex someone, you should not come until you need to, and they should not come until you let them."
I was puzzled. "If that's so, isn't there a conflict. What if the other person won't let me come, even when I need to."
"Then you are having awesome sex."
When we awoke the next morning, Danny announced he had one more thing to teach me. He pulled my underwear off, and then his. Once we were naked, he laid us down head to toe, and took my dick in his mouth. His dick was right in front of my face, so I took it in my mouth. We were soon sucking each other in rhythm, in what I would later learn was a "wicked 69."
I was intent on practicing dick control. When I felt I was getting close to popping, I'd stop sucking Danny, and he'd follow suit. We were edging each other back and forth. I do not know how long we went on like that, but it was long enough that I feared I would not be able to come once I needed to.
My fear was misplaced. Danny and I were responding perfectly to each other. When I was needed to go, I did not have to say or do anything. I just sucked him harder. He responded by sucking me harder. We started to come at the same time and then kept sucking and coming and sucking and coming until we were dry.
When it was all over, Danny rolled me onto my stomach and lowered himself onto me. He whispered "you're an excellent student in my ear" before he kissed and licked my neck, my shoulder blades, my sides, my back, and my ass checks. He stalled there, then spread them and started tossing my salad. I spread my legs to give him all the room he wanted or needed. He took advantage and devoured me. When I could not take any more, he penetrated me with his tongue and started to tongue fuck me. He knew what he was doing, because it was a matter of moments before I pleaded for him to "fuck me."
Danny was happy to oblige. He slipped right in and started sliding slowly in and out of me. I was in heaven. I was accustomed to him, and he knew how to work me from the inside out.
Danny exercised expert dick control, speeding up and slowing down, bringing himself to the edge and then retreating.
"I'm going to fuck you until you can't take it any more."
"I'm almost there."
"You're not even close."
He kept teasing and testing me. He would take himself so close that I was certain I could feel his cum start to fill me, then he would slow to a stop, recover, and re-start the assault on my ass. He went on and on and on. By the time he needed to come, I was exhausted, jelly beneath him and unable to offer any assistance or resistance.
"I want you to see this load," he said, pulling out and raising up to give me room to flip over. He was straddling me when he came, drenching me in the biggest load I had ever seen. When he had come all he could, he sat back on his heels, wrecked. I was covered in his cum.
I scrambled out from under him and took him in my mouth, milking whatever cum remained from his dick and sucking as much as I could off of it. To my surprise, Danny stayed hard. As I milked him, I felt his hand on the back of my head, and then another, much smaller load filling my mouth. Danny had come again. I had not known men could do that.
Danny forced me off his dick when he could not take any more. My dick was as hard as it had ever been. I had never been as turned on as I was.
"What do you want?"
"I want to fuck you?"
"What?"
"I want to fuck you."
"Don't tell me. Show me."
I pushed Danny backward. I hooked his legs over my shoulders. I lined myself up and slammed into him. I started hammering him. I was needy and hungry and horny and 15.
"Dick control."
"Not now."
"Yes, now," Danny said, as he grabbed my hips with his hands and stopped my thrusts. "Dick control."
I tried to repeat what he had just done to me. I'd fuck him slowly, speeding up only when I could not stay slow. When I got close, I stopped and thought of something totally unhinged until my orgasm receded into my gut. Then, I'd start all over again, slowly building toward an orgasm I could not let myself have.
"When you're ready, let me know."
"I'm ready."
"It's too soon."
I kept fucking Danny. I lowered my face to his, but there was no kiss to be had. When I raised myself back up, I noticed there was sweat in his hair and on his chest.
Before long, I insisted, "I need to cum." When I did, Danny pushed me off of him, flipped me over on my back, and straddled me. As he slid down on my dick, he said "watch your dick fuck me" and started riding me. The combination of watching my dick in his ass and feeling his ass around my dick was overwhelming, and I quickly cried "I'm going to come." When I did, Danny pulled off and started jacking my dick. I covered myself with the biggest load I had ever shot. My orgasm started in my gut, moved to my balls, and then traversed the shaft of my dick until my entire body was tingling with pleasure and sweat."
When I was done, I curled up in a ball. Danny curled up behind me.
"That, little man, is the product of dick control. Huge orgasm. Huge load."
We recovered in a ball. When the sweat dried, I grabbed my watch to check the time. It was 11:30. We had been sexing for 3 hours.
When we emerged, our tent was the only one still up. We had missed breakfast. Most of the cars were packed. I was not sure what my parents thought was going on in our tent all morning, but I was pretty sure I was going to get asked on the three hour drive home.
I was wrong. On the drive home, my parents said almost nothing. About a half hour from the house, my step-father said "your mother and I love you, no matter what you do or who you do it with."
I was mortified. They obviously knew Danny and I had been fucking in our tent that morning. I tried to deflect them.
"What if I become a homosexual drug dealer?"
"We'll be happy for you, if that's what makes you happy."
"You're lying."
"I would say 'try us,' but I don't want you to become a drug dealer."
I noted that he had not mentioned "homosexual."
"What do you want me to become?"
"A man."
"What kind of man?"
"The man you were made to be. The man we raised you to be. The man you know you should be."
I decided to let it drop. I did not want to look a gift horse in the mouth, and I was pretty sure my step-father had just told me he was okay if I wanted to fuck men. And, I did.
No matter how hard I tried, I did not see Danny for months after the reunion. In fact, I did not see him until the family Thanksgiving. When I did, he had a knockout blonde on his arm. Her name was Candi, which in and of itself was more than ridiculous. Danny introduced us. "Little man, this is Candi. Candi, this little man is my favorite cousin, Jason. . . . Jason, Candi and I are getting married."
I was stunned. How the hell could he be marrying a woman only three months after sexing me into adulthood? And, he was only 18, which I thought was way too young to be married.
I soon found out how. Candi was pregnant, and she claimed Danny was the father. She looked like a girl who might not know.
I left the family Thanksgiving in tears, walking the 16 blocks to our house. Before the rest of the family got home, Danny knocked on our door. I opened it still in tears. Danny stepped inside, but did not sit down.
"Look, little man, I told you I'm not gay. You are. I'm not. What we did was fun, but it was a lark for me. I taught you how to fuck, and I feel good about that. I also taught you a little bit to be who you are, and I feel great about that. That's for you, though, not me. Now that you know what you're doing, you need to find a nice boy your own age to teach what I taught you."
Before Christmas break, I did what I was told. I was working late in the tutoring lab with our point guard, Evan Thomas, and he offered me a ride home when we were finished with his Chemistry assignment. So, I loaded my bike into the back of his beat up truck and climbed in the cab. As we drove home, Evan asked me if I wanted to get high. I said sure. Evan parked at the end of my street and rolled a joint. We smoked half of it in the cab before Evan suggested we move to the bed. Once we were in the bed, Evan asked if I knew how to shot-gun. I did not, so Evan told me to put the joint between my lips. As I always do, I did what I was told. Evan lowered his mouth to mine until our lips were touching, pursed his lips around the joint, and blew the smoke from the joint through it and into my mouth as I took a long hit. I swallowed all I could and held it in. When our lips parted, Evan pulled the joint from mine with his, spit it out, and then lowered his lips back to mine. Instinctively, I released the smoke into his mouth. He breathed in, but did not pull away. As I had been taught, I slowly opened my mouth, and our tongues started slowly to fight against each other. Before long, they were aggressively fighting each other, and our hands were all over each, grabbing and pulling and pressing and squeezing as our tongues continued to take out their aggression on each other. Over the rest of my sophomore year, Evan learned everything Danny had taught me. But, that's a different story . . . .