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Archive-name: Family/memories.txt
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Archive-author:
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Archive-title: Memories of my Youth
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I remember visiting my cousin in upstate NY. I hated family
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reunions, but as all of us sometimes must, I endured the disgusting
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ritual. As I remember, I was 17 and the summer was 1980. I met the
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family and puked! After the obligatory hot dogs and folks gathering
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in their little groups, I started talking with my cousin Tim. He
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wanted to show me part of the farm where he worked. He seemed so
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aggressive for a thirteen year old farm boy. I decided to test his
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eager attitude by asking him if he had a girlfriend and dated. He
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boasted that he had a lot of girlfriends. This little shit wasn't
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going to spoil my fun! So after we were out of sight from the
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families I continued. "Ever kiss. . . ever touch. . . ever see a girl
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naked?" And I simultaneously stroked his chest with my arm around
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his. His responses were short and disturbed, "Yep. . . Sure. . ."
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Then, as I asked him if a girl had ever rubbed his cock, I let my hand
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caress his balls with a slight squeeze. I felt him immediately come
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and could see the spurts showing through his jeans. I told him it was
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such a shame to waste that cum.
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He took off like lightning back to the house and I became scared
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he was going to tell someone. When I got to the house I found him
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sitting in the kitchen by himself eating another helping of strawberry
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shortcake. I asked him if he was going to tell on me, and, with a
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smile on his face, he said no. (Okay, maybe I was foolish but I
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figured what the hell) I asked him to show me the house and
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specifically the basement. He knew what was going to happen and said
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I should see the barn first.
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We reached the barn and climbed to the loft where I simply told
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him that if he didn't take his jeans off, they'd just be stained
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again. He didn't want me to watch, so he covered himself with hay and
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proceeded to strip. When I saw his jeans come out from under the hay,
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I moved in.
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I reached through the hay and found his cock like a missle. I
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pushed my head through the hay and gave him a quick lick. He grabbed
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the back of my head and pulled me right to his cock. As I opened my
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lips, he thrust his dick down my throat and started pumping my head
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with all his might. It was difficult for me to catch my breath, but
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it didn't take long for him to start squirting gobs of cum down my
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throat. He wouldn't let go of my hair as he kept pushing deeper down.
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Cum was seeping from my lips and I could feel it starting out of my
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nose. When he'd finally drained himself he let my head free.
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