Country Kissing Cousins

A Sensual Spring Break Ignites Forbidden Passions Between Gabe and Darron.

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Why, oh why, did I decide to come home during Spring Break? I could have been partying my ass off in Cancun somewhere, but who was I kidding? If I didn’t decide to come home, my ass would be back at my apartment flapping away to some good ole’ amateur porn on one of the porn sites. Maybe I was lazy, but sometimes it was just easier to stroke yourself to sleep. 

I’m 19 years old, and I’m always horny. That’s normal. I’m supposed to be horned up all the time. Just before I left, I jacked off thirteen times. I beat my previous record by two, no pun intended. The tip of my dick was sore and reddish, but I pumped away until that sweet nectar cascaded down my smooth chest. Think what you want. I enjoy tasting my cum; it’s rather sweet.

 The drive home from college was long. It allowed me to think about all my fond memories. I cast myself as the lovable, sweet guy that everyone knew and respected, but if they knew the real me, they would have known that I was one freaky SOB. My dreams weren’t those of sexy blondes or hot chicks munching on each other’s boxes. 

No, mine were of me getting plowed by the entire defensive line behind the stadium bleachers and on all fours sucking off Coach Daniels and getting rammed from behind by Principal Johnson.

As I turned the corner, my stomach started its gymnastics routine. I knew he would be there. The more I thought about him, the harder my cock got. I shouldn’t feel this way about my cousin, but I can’t help it. He was my first, and I was his. My car drifted onto the shoulder as my mind went to a place it hadn’t been in months. 

The memories started to pour in, and my heart rate went into overdrive. I pulled over to calm my nerves, resting my head on the steering wheel. I closed my eyes as I pushed my back into my seat; my knuckles turned white as my grip became tighter around the worn steering wheel. I needed a release. I needed Darron.