Where it happened: relatives
Langauge: english
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was staying the night with my older cousin, at 2 years my senior I of course looked up to him and so when he sugguested we play ‘rapist’ again I was excited with due anticipation. It was a fun game, turn the lights out, and he’d join me in the single bed in the guest bedroom careful not to do too much creaking across the floor as my aunt on the first floor might think we weren’t tucked in snug and snoozing! Not only that, but as soon as Guy unwrapped me from my blanket he handed me a wad of what turned out to be his mom’s sheer nylons. Usually we just went at it in our jockey’s, and to this point a couple months in neither of us had actually seen the other completely naked. Tonight was the night.
“Put these on Dae, I wanna see it when I rape you tonight,” he breathed against my ear propped over me, his already erect cock taut against my tanned belly as he moved over me, smelling my chlorine tinted skin as he muzzled me, licking my neck the way ‘whore’s like it.’
“I, a, Guy, I don’t know how,” I whined, already with my fruit of the looms down passed my thighs as i wriggled beneath him in a suddenly desperate hurry to follow his instruction because i didnt like it when he choked me sometimes, especially recently, when he’d hump and choke me till i mostly blacked out for a few seconds every couple minutes. I was feeling amazingly modest too–I’d spent all summer getting ‘raped’ by my teenage (his prestige as a jr high schooler might as well have declared him Lord of the Elementry, and certainly of lowely little me)3rd cousin, once removed…we were barely related really, our half sister moms the only blood link direct to us. We didnt look alike, for certain. i’m tall, even then I was almost six foot, slender, lanky in a coltish way, with my year long tan and mussy sunny blonde hair (its brown now that im older) always untamed, bangs in my eyes, lionesque curls stray. He was shorter than me, by at least 4 inches, not as sleek as me either, he spent most of his time indoors. but he was stronger than me, the age was still to his advantage back then, and besides, he was my experienced better–even if i hadn’t liked being ‘raped’ on our more and more frequent sleepovers (my house, his, whichever we could get from weekend to weekend, after school, before school, skipping school…) I’d have been raped anyway. But i did like it. It made me tingle, made me need to jack off before a mirror when i thought about it alone. So why was i nervous that night, with my undies down by my knees, blocked from me raising my legs to slip this past my feet by his leg between mine, in fact, his hip grazed my loose lightly haired dick as he shifted to accomodate me stripping. I froze when i saw him looking down at me by the bright light of the streetlamp outside the open window, unable to breath, paralyzed with embarrasment that i was so limp and exposed. Then he reached between us and smeared his palm over me, stirring me, making me dizzy, making my body go stiff with electric lust.
“Well, whore, I’ll help you get your panty hose on. I’m gonna fuck you in your stockings slut. Just like you like it.” As he spoke he reared up, taking me an ankle at a time and working up my legs putting the hose on me. By the time the nylon was over my dick, I was twitching-hard. No sooner than he was on top of me, naked but for his own underwear, his bulge whispering friction sliding up and off, doown and sideways across my, balls to balls, grinding down he said, “Fuck this, I’m fucking you tonight.”
He ripped his moms nylons tearing my stiff, pearl tipped cock out the crotch, made sure to take his time doing it, one hand down benath my balls, fingertips testing my tight asshole, the other working my foreskin, prying my peehole, working my dickhead like a lump of play-doh. then he yanked his own briefs off and remounted me, it was amazing. the feeling of his naked, fat dick sliding over mine, getting up under my sack, down my crack. He chocked me after a few minutes of the new ecstacy, which was against ‘script’ as i was having so much fun getting humped i’d forgotten to ‘resist’…but it wasnt script on his mind. it was getting me drained of any energy or will i might have to resist his next advance which was to sit on my chest and make me kiss his crotch, his balls, his gooch and asshole, lick the crack, kiss the slit of his wide, stout cock. i was red eyed and teary from his hands around my neck by the time he got around to taking my hair in a fist that yanked my mouth up and onto his dick across my lips.
“Blow it,” he ordered, and i tried that, but as it turned out, after much ado–choking, forced deep throating, pinching my nose shut, and mouth humping me–it was alot of tongue and oral precum pumping that made all the difference.
when he was done with me he made me follow him to the bathroom and hold his dick while he peed, made me shake it and mouth wash it when he was done.
summer 6th grade was the best ive ever had!
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