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Subject: My cousin Mikey My cousin Mikey I come from a huge extended family. Don’t ask me how many cousins I have, because I honestly have no idea (Australian Catholics man, we breed like rabbits). I get along great with a heap of them, but when I was a teenager I had one cousin I was especially into: Mikey. Mikey was the coolest guy I knew when I was in high school. He was two years older than me (and is still, he’s not dead or anything lol), his family lived near the beach on the south coast of NSW so he surfed, and was a demon on a skateboard, neither activity that me, a country kid living on a farm, had a hope in hell of doing (the surfing thing made sense since we were four hours from any beach, but my mum was adamant a skateboard was basically an invitation to the emergency room, and so was out of the question). Mikey and I got on great, but Mikey was definitely a cocky prick who knew I idolised him and made the most of it throughout our childhood. When we were kids, he’d be the one to call the shots. He’d make me be his slave, or dare me to do stuff that was gross or stupid or sometimes just fucking dangerous, and of course I’d do it because he was cool as balls. Don’t get me wrong, we were were really great mates. But I can count on one hand the amount of times I got the best of him throughout our childhood. Then puberty hit. I realised for sure that I was totally all about guys. And dick. And I developed a serious crush on Mikey. Actually, saying it was a crush makes it sound kind of benign. A crush to me sounds like something involving stickers and ponies and love letters hand-written in pink with love hearts over the “i’s”. This was not a crush. This was primal. Hormonal. Mikey was cool, sure, but more than that, Mikey got my dick rock hard. It was kind of confusing because I knew enough to know that having a boner for your cousin was a bit Game of Thrones, but I was so fucking horny around him I didn’t care. Before I had easy access to porn, Mikey was it for me. He was pretty much the stereotype of a surfer: lean and fit, had a tan all year round, shoulder length dirty blonde hair, and was chill as fuck. He was the main subject of my jerk off fantasies for most of high school, and I wanted to see his dick so bad. Thing is, I know now Mikey knew it. Like, I remember one morning when his family was visiting ours, when I was 15, I woke up, boned as usual, and jerked out a quick morning load, imagining Mikey coming in my room and taking over. Of course that didn’t happen. Anyway, once I was done, I cleaned up, pulled on my tracks and walked out to the kitchen to see Mikey making breakfast in his boxers. He had insane muscle definition, I could see his shoulder and back muscles rippling under his tanned skin like fish slipping through a clear pond as he made his weet-bix. The only hair on his body back then was a thin strip starting around his navel and disappearing under the waistband of his boxers, an arrow pointing down to the soft but unmistakable bulge of his junk, tantalisingly covered like a mystery prize on a game show. It was totally unexpected, and although I’d seen him in just shorts tonnes of times before, it took me off guard. He was just fucking hot. He flicked his hair out of his eyes and said, “hey Jez, what’s up?”. Cool as a cucumber I said, “not much,” and started making my breakfast, ignoring the blood rushing to my dick. He leant against the countertop eating his cereal making small talk while I surreptitiously checked him out. I thought I was so subtle, but I was young and naive and pumped full of hormones and cum, so with hindsight it was probably obvious as fuck. Otherwise I can’t really explain why mid conversation, Mikey reached his hand down to his crotch and grabbed his nuts through his boxers, and grinned. I froze, not knowing what to say or do, but my dick went from semi to rock hard so fast I’m surprised it didn’t make a “boingoingoing” noise or something. “Kinda full this morning, Jez,” he smirked at me, “I’m gonna have to take care of this later.” It was so blatant, I had no fucking idea what to say, so I just boggled and said, “oh yeah?”. (Lame, I know.) He kept grinning at me pulling on his balls through his boxers for what felt like an eternity, and I just stared back like a deer in headlights, til he let them go and went back to talking like nothing had happened. A few minutes later he padded out of the kitchen with an obvious cock rocket, and the second he left the room I went straight back to mine to deal with the raging boner in my tracks despite having cum not ten minutes before. Another time, it must have been the Christmas after cause Mikey had just finished high school, we were out riding our bikes in the bush near his place, and I needed to piss. I went a bit off the path and pulled my dick out and started, when suddenly Mikey was next to me. He scared the shit out of me. “What the fuck, Mikey!” I shouted, startled. I’m no prude but I have a thing about guys watching me piss. “Having a good piss, Jez?” he asked in his smartass way. He pulled his dick out and started pissing next to me. I’d seen his dick before when we were kids, but not for years and certainly not since I’d started fantasising about making Mikey nut. It was thicker than mine, and cut. He started pissing unselfconsciously next to me, whereas my stream had gone to a trickle and then stopped altogether when he pulled out his cock. I was too self-conscious to stay there with my dick out, I knew I’d get hard in a second and I didn’t want to explain that to my straight cousin, so I flipped him off and walked back to the path, and then spent the rest of the afternoon kicking myself for not just waiting to see if anything would happen. That’s how I spent most of my teenage years hanging out with Mikey: having a heap of fun set against a distracting backdrop of being constantly boned and not knowing what the fuck was going on. Sure, I had a few sexual experiences with guys in high school (stories for another time), but my lust for Mikey was totally different, I guess because it was kind of taboo and because as confident as I was when it came to getting guys naked, he was my cool older cousin, and it just seemed impossible. I still can’t really figure out how Mikey and I hooked up. I was 17 and he was 19. I’m gay, I wasn’t out back then but I’d definitely fooled around with enough guys to know I liked dick and I’m pretty sure it was the worst kept secret in our family. As far as I knew Mikey had only ever hooked up with chicks (he was pretty proud of his conquests, and bragged about them to me sometimes, and the thought of him getting laid was all it would take to make my dick leak), and he’s happily married to a great woman and has kids now so I dunno. Maybe he was just really fucking horny. Maybe I’m hot enough to make straight guys feel experimental. Maybe he’s bi. Maybe it was something deeper, we were pretty close back then, perhaps it felt natural to him. It felt natural to me. I’d just finished high school and my parents let me go stay with Mikey’s family at the beach for a few weeks as a reward. Mikey and I hung pretty much whenever he wasn’t working. We went to the movies, hung out at the shopping centre, he took me to parties with his mates. The day it happened we went to the beach, like we did most days. Something was just different that day. For starters he was really physical with me, we were always okay with hugging and touching istanbul travesti each other but that day, he was really physical. He kept wrestling and jumping on me in the water, and more than once I felt his hand rub across my chest in a way that was just… different from normal messing around. And I definitely felt him brush the back of his hand against my crotch. I didn’t want to believe it was on purpose when it happened, and it straight away gave me a throbbing boner that took a lot of willpower to deescalate before I could stand upright in the water again, but now I’m sure it was on purpose. We were lying on the beach on our towels next to each other. The beach was pretty deserted, and it was a really long beach, I think it was called 7 mile beach or something, so there was no one really around us. Mikey and I were talking shit when Mikey just said out plain, “fuck I’m horny today” and laughed. I laughed too. “Same here man,” and it was fucking true. I mean, it was true like 24/7 when I was around Mikey so it wasn’t news, and it sure wasn’t the first time we’d talked about being horny or our dicks or jerking off. But then he said, “I’m so boned right now,” grinning. My dick twitched. “Haha shit really?” I asked. I was buzzed to hear him talk about having a hard-on so candidly, but didn’t really expect anything more to come of it. Like I said, we’d talked about our dicks and jerking off and shit like that a million times before, and nothing had happened, so as much as it turned me on, I’d learned to manage my expectations. But then Mikey rolled onto his back, and started lifting the elastic of his boardies. I must have looked like a dickhead, I was genuinely stunned, I thought he was about to just pull it out. But instead he made a show of secretly checking out his own dick. I saw nothing, but still, I swear I nearly busted my load in my shorts right then. “Yeah looks pretty hard to me,” he laughed again, and rolled back onto his stomach. I laughed too, more out of nervousness than because I thought it was funny (I mean, it was pretty funny, but I was too fucking horny to joke around about Mikey’s cock). But then he started grinding his crotch against the towel, like he was fucking it. He made this face, a fake sex face I guess you’d call it, and started moaning theatrically. Really loud. “Shut up Mikey,” I laughed but I was also a little embarrassed. I was (and still am, if I’m honest) a little straight-laced about that kind of shit in public. Not Mikey though. “What, Jez, you worried someone will think you’re jerking my dick?” and he started moaning even louder. “Fuck Jez, jerk my dick, oh yeah, feels so good!” He was almost yelling it now. I punched him in the arm. “Shut the fuck up, Mikey”. “Why, no one’s around. We could pull our dicks out now and the only people who’d know would be me and you,” he grinned. Fuck I wanted to do that so badly. Instead I said, “you’re a fuckwit.” “That’s not a no, Jez…” Mikey was smirking now, and his eyes were boring into mine. I didn’t say anything, I just laughed again. But he didn’t take his eyes off mine, and the smirk didn’t leave his face. There was a moment of silence. “Are you serious?” I asked. I felt like an idiot, because I knew the answer was going to be no, that he was going to laugh like an asshole in my face, and then I’d have to deal with having a boner until I could get home and stroke it out. But I was so insanely horny by then that I couldn’t help it. If there was the slightest chance I was finally gonna get to see Mikey’s dick, I had to take it. As an answer, Mikey started grinding his crotch against his towel again, but this time he did it slowly. Deliberately. The smirk was replaced with a look of pure lust. I knew that look. I’d seen it on guys before, usually just before they dropped to their knees and started sucking my uncut 6 incher. He was biting his bottom lip, his gaze never dropping from mine. Almost involuntarily I started doing the same. I couldn’t have stopped myself, even if I’d wanted to. I could feel the underside of my cockhead slicked up, rubbing against the material of my swimmers, my foreskin sliding up and down, rough, but it felt so fucking good. Mikey smirked again and just kind of nodded his head at me, as if to say, yeah I knew you wanted it. My head was hazy with lust, and my stomach was doing somersaults, I had no idea where this was going, but Mikey was in charge and I was in now, one hundred percent. We kept grinding our hard dicks against the towel, and Mikey edged himself a little closer to me, so we were almost touching. I looked around to make sure there was no one to see us. I could barely make out a couple of figures and a dog far off in the distance, but they were so far away to them, we’d look like a blob on the sand. Fuck it, I thought, and edged closer to him too. Our biceps and thighs were touching, our faces only inches apart. I could feel the motion of his hips grinding through our body contact, and his breath on my face. He began to inch his mouth closer to mine. I knew what he was doing, I did the same. Our lips met. His were soft, really soft. We kissed, gently at first. But then it got more urgent. He began to moan quietly. My tongue pushed into his mouth and we started making out. We were kissing for a couple of minutes until it became a little awkward lying on our stomachs. Mikey shuffled his body around to be on his side. I did the same, my cock poking straight out hard against my boardies. I ran my hand down his arm, I couldn’t help it. I drank him in. His hazel eyes, a little stubble down his jawline, full pink lips, down to his lean, muscled body, tanned, dusted with hair the same dirty blonde as his long, straight, sea-swept hair on his head. His nipples were dark, the size of twenty-cent pieces. He was running his hand down his stomach, over his abdominal muscles contracting with each moan, down to his board shorts where his iron-hard cock was clearly straining to get out. He reached out and grabbed my cock through my boardies. A bolt of electricity shot through my body, his hand gripped around my shaft. He leant in towards my face and breathed, “I wanna see your dick” Fuck, I was turned on. “I’ll show you mine if show me yours,” I answered, my lips centimetres from his. Mikey smirked again. “Ha nah, I asked you first. I wanna see yours. Then I’ll show you mine.” It felt surreal, I couldn’t believe it was happening. Finally getting with Mikey, outside, on the beach. I felt totally exposed, but fuck I was so horny, I couldn’t let this pass. I had another look to make sure no one was around, rolled onto my back and pulled out my cock. I gotta say, I’m proud of my dick. It’s a nice 6 inches long, uncut, curves upward a little, with a long thick vein that runs almost dead centre from the base to the tip. My balls are big and sit pretty close to my cock. When I stroke, it leaks, not as much as some guys, but enough that I can rub some on my thumb and taste my own pre, which I fuckin’ love doing. I’ve spent countless hours with it. All the guys’ve hooked up with love it, so I had a feeling Mikey would too. “Fuuuck Jez,” was all he said when I pulled it out. I started slowly stroking it up and down, lightly. Mikey was propped up on one arm, watching me, his lips apart. He moved quickly. Without warning he bent down, grabbed my cock with his hand and took it full in his mouth. It was so sudden and unexpected I kadıköy travesti moaned. Loud. Louder than I would have thought I would in public. The thought crossed back of my lust-addled mind that I was glad I’d jerked off that morning, otherwise I would have cum in his mouth then and there. Instead, wave after wave of pleasure coursed from my cock all through my body as Mikey’s hot wet mouth stroked up and down my rock hard shaft. With one hand he followed the strokes his mouth was making, so my cock was totally engulfed by whatever it was he wanted to do to me. I was totally fucking helpless, totally blissed out, bucking my hips and arching my back, trying to fuck his throat while his lips ran up and down my shaft. He’d stop sucking my dick every now and then to move down to my nuts, taking one in his mouth, then the other, then both, making that slurping, popping noise I fucking love. Like I said, I have no idea if Mikey had ever fooled around with a guy before, but if he hadn’t, then he was a natural champion at sucking dick. And like I said before, Mikey just always kind of got what he wanted. I guess that day he wanted my dick. It felt like forever. Definitely the longest bj I’d had up til that point of my life. Eventually though he’d felt like he’d done his part. He slid his mouth up my body, my dick still in his hand, and just said, “my turn.” He released my dick and got up on his knees, his dick tenting inches from my face. I lay there panting while he scanned around real quick once again; as far as I could see the couple with the dog had gone further away if anything. He seemed satisfied we weren’t going to get disturbed, stood up next to me and pulled his board shorts down and off. I lay on my back, propped up on my elbows, and watched his cock spring free of his boardies. A cut, dead straight, rock hard boner over some heavy low hanging nuts. His cock was pale compared to the rest of his tanned body, a distinct line just above his pubes where his skin went from a golden brown to pale white. He stood over me, rubbing his dick up and down. Without saying anything I kicked off my board shorts, got up onto my knees, put my hand around the base of his dick and ran my tongue under his cockhead. I’d never tasted anything so fucking good. I love the hot, salty taste of cock, but Mikey’s tasted so fucking great I’ll never forget it. “Fuck yeah, suck it Jez,” Mikey moaned. He was looking down at me, I returned his gaze and grinned. Then the realisation popped into my head. I finally had something he wanted, and clearly wanted pretty desperately. I was gonna tease him, since I felt like he’d done nothing but cock tease me for years. Having his dick in my hand, at long fucking last, I knew it: he’d wanted to do this as badly as me all along. All the times he’d bring up jerking off or getting laid, talking about it in hardcore dirty detail to the point where I was so horny I couldn’t think straight, to then just change the subject or leave the room. All the times he’d come out of the bathroom after a shower, come find me and talk to me in just a towel about nothing, knowing full well I could see the outline of his semi. That time in the kitchen when he grabbed his nuts, the time in the bush when he showed off his cock, it was pretty obvious to me now that he was sizing me up, seeing how I’d react, if I wanted him or not. Fuck you, Mikey, I thought. I was gonna make him beg for it. Instead of sucking his dick, I spat on his cock and started slow stroking his shaft, barely brushing lips against his flared mushroom head. I looked up at his face; his eyes pleading at me, his mouth half open. I could smell the pre cum oozing from his dick, see it pulsing out with every stroke. I ran the tip of my tongue over his slit, scooping up a couple of drops of his sticky nut juice. Mikey whimpered a little, and I didn’t break eye contact as I slowly swallowed it. “Fuck Jez,” he almost whined. “Suck it dude.” I didn’t say anything. I kept slowly stroking his dick, sometimes running it over my lips, or rubbing it against my cheek or the only bit of stubble on my face, on my chin, leaving thin stripes of pre cum behind. The whole time I never broke eye contact with Mikey, til he got the message he was going to have to beg. His knees started buckling, and he grabbed a handful of my hair, and started pushing the back of my head towards his dick. I resisted, and grinned at him. “You want me to suck it, man?” I asked him. Mikey just nodded. “What? I didn’t hear you.” I was a total smartass. “Yeah, suck it Jez,” he urged. I began to rub the palm of my hand over his bare cockhead, my signature move. It makes guys go fuckin’ crazy. He moaned out loud. “You want me to suck your dick? What do I get if I do?” I taunted him. It felt so great. “Fuuck Jez, anything you want, just suck it, please…” Anything hey? I thought to myself. He was begging. And he’d inadvertently promised more than he bargained for, giving me an ace for later. Awesome. Time to give him what he wanted. I opened my mouth and dove down on his cock, getting all the way down til my face was buried in his bush, his cockhead firmly down my throat, I had to suppress my gag reflex. Mikey moaned, loud, deep and long. Fuck yes, I thought. I dunno for sure how big Mikey’s cock is, I can take a 6 inch dick down my throat easy, 7 inches is a challenge I’ll gladly take on, the few lucky times I’ve encountered anything bigger it can be a battle of wills between my physical capabilities and the fact that deep down I’m a fuckn bitch for dick. I’m guessing Mikey was pushing 7 because his dick filled my mouth and throat just right. He started fucking my face, his cockhead pressing against the back of my throat, filling my mouth with the incredible taste of his precum and dick. To this day I associate that taste with pure fucking sex. My eyes started watering, and though I didn’t want to I had to pull it out and half gagged, half coughed. I’d barely grabbed a breath before Mikey grabbed my face by the chin and pushed his dick back in my mouth, fucking my face more urgently than before. It was a little hard to breathe, but fuck I was in heaven. I massaged his nuts in one hand and grabbed his ass cheek in the other, gripping it pretty hard, while he held the back of my head and pushed my mouth down as hard and as far as he could make me go. He held me there. “Fuck yes, take it Jez, I know you want it, you fuckin’ wanted my dick for years, hey?” I couldn’t speak, all I could do was make some choking noises and kind of nod. My forehead and nose were pressed against his hard stomach. My eyes were really watering, and my mouth and throat were full of his throbbing boner. “You fuckin’ like that dick, Jez?” There was a gruff edge to Mikey’s voice. “I wanna hear you fuckin’ gag on it,” he ordered. No problem there, I was definitely starting to gag. Involuntarily I started pushing back against his hand pressed at the back of my head, started making those gulping noises, you know the ones I mean. Usually it was me hearing other dudes choking on my cock. Mikey resisted me pushing away, and pushed me down harder. Then started pulsing his hips, I could feel his fat cockhead pushing back and forth down my throat. “Mmmm fuck feels so good Jez, you can handle it, keep it up, just a bit longer…” Finally Mikey released the back of my head. Coughing, I pulled off his dick, leaving it coated in my spit, a long stream of pre bakırköy travesti hanging from the tip of his piss slit to my bottom lip. I gulped down some air, watched the string of precum drip off his cock and onto the towel on the ground, I looked up at him, his wet cock in my hand, pre and spit smeared across my face. Mikey smirked, grabbed me by the chin again and pushed his slicked up rocket back into my mouth. Mikey fucked my face like this for fifteen, twenty minutes easy. Sometimes he’d let me off his cock and let me stroke it instead, and catch my breath but he was pretty relentless. He was moaning, edging his rock hard boner in my mouth, fucking it like it was a fleshjack or something. My own hard dick poked stiff and untouched from my crotch, all my attention was taken up by Mikey’s fat cock pounding my throat. I realised that Mikey wasn’t gonna let me off til he was done. I love being used as a fucktoy, don’t get me wrong, but I was getting kind of pissed that he was ignoring my dick. Mikey always got what he wanted. Time to show him I could take charge too. The next time he let me off his dick, I stuck two of my fingers in my mouth, slicked them up as wet as I could get them in the brief moment he let me breathe. He didn’t notice, it was obvious all he was thinking about was fucking my face. A few seconds later he pushed my face back down on his dick again, and I made my move. My juiced fingers found his tight pucker between his ass cheeks, and I pushed. There was a brief bit of resistance, but then his cherry popped open and my fingers drove all the way in his hole up to my knuckles. “UUUGH!” Mikey moaned so loud and long I was sure those people all the way up the beach would have heard. I started finger fucking his hole, hard and deep. Every time I pushed in he’d buckle, the smartass taunts and rough orders replaced by pussy whimpers and moans. He’d lost control and instead of fucking my face, I was now sliding my mouth and tongue up and down his shaft, all the way from base to tip with every stroke, my other hand rolling his nuts around. Mikey bent over, moaning and breathing heavy, he had to hold himself up with one hand on my shoulder. His other hand had grabbed my wrist behind him. He wasn’t trying to stop it, more I guess trying to feel like he had some control over it or something. But there wasn’t shit he could do. I knew how good it felt to have your hole finger fucked while your dick was being sucked, and I’d bet money Mikey had never had that done to him before, so I knew he was just gonna take it until I was done with him. His bitch moans and whimpers started getting higher and more urgent, I knew he wasn’t gonna last much longer. I pushed my fingers as deep into his hole as they could go, grabbed his shaft in my other hand and started jerking his dick with his cockhead resting on my tongue, looking up at him. “FuuuuuUUUUCK!!” Mikey moaned once more, and then suddenly my mouth was full of his load. I mean full. Wad after wad just kept coming out of his cock, half of it landing in my mouth but the other half striping its way across my face and up in my hair. I wanted it all, and I wasn’t gonna stop until I knew he was drained. I started finger fucking his hole again, pumping his prostate for every drop of that nut juice, all Mikey could do was whimper and moan and say “fuck… fuck…” over and over again, until he started begging me to stop, his balls finally drained. I slowly slid my fingers out from his hole, he let out another deep, low moan. I looked up at his face, he was panting like he’d just finished sprinting or something, sweat dripping off his face down at me, his lips parted and his eyes in an expression of post-nut bliss. I slowly swallowed his load without breaking eye contact, then ran my tongue up and down his shaft, sucking the last few drops of his load off his softening cock. When I finally let go of his dick, Mikey almost collapsed on the towel, first on his hands and knees and then on his stomach. He was laying there, blissed out, leaving me with my hard dick still barely touched. I guess I could have jerked off, I was boned up enough it wouldn’t have taken me long to nut, but fuck that. I just got face fucked for half an hour. His pale bubble ass was right there, and my dick needed some attention. Plus he said he’d do anything, right? I moved quick. I pushed his ass cheeks apart exposing his tight cherry, still primed from being fingerfucked. I spat on his hole, spat on my cockhead, and before he knew what was happening I lined up my cockhead with his pucker and pushed. My cock popped his hole open like it had been made to do just that. Mikey moaned loud again. “Fuuck Jez, what the fuck…” he began, but I just pushed in further. “Uuuuugh fuuuck wait…” Mikey moaned, kind of half trying to push himself up, half arching his ass up to make it easier for me to slide in. I leant down over his shoulder and put my mouth next to his ear. “You said anything, fucker, remember?” and pushed in further. Mikey moaned again. “And it feels good, right?” “Uhuh…” he nodded. “I sucked your cock real good, right?” “… fuck Jez…” “Tell me how good I sucked it, fucker,” and I pushed in a little further. “UUUghhh yeah you fuckn sucked it so good!” he moaned louder. “So you gonna give up your hole for me then dude?” “Uuugh, fuck Jez…” One more thrust and I was balls deep. “I said, are you gonna give it up, fucker?” I started slowly thrusting in and out, not too much, just enough that I knew he’d start to feel it in his cock. Gets them every time. “Fuck yeah Jez, fuck me, please…” Hell yeah, his ass was mine. All those years of teasing, late night jerk off fantasies, having Mikey act like a cocky prick because he knew how bad I wanted him, now he was impaled on the end of my cock, totally helpless. I was sliding in and out of his hole, all the way from my balls to my cockhead, the whole funk shaft filling up MIkey’s tight hot hole. With each thrust Mikey would moan high and loud, arching his ass in the air to let me get as deep as my dick could go. I wasn’t gonna last long. “You fuckn want this load, fucker?” I breathed into his ear. “Uhuh yeah fuck please Jez, give it to me…” Mikey begged. That was all I needed. I felt my load squirt from my nuts up through my cock and unload inside Mikey’s boy pussy. I couldn’t stop myself from burying my dick hard and deep inside as I sprayed wad after wad of nut juice inside him. It felt like it lasted forever, and I could remember the sound Mikey made once he realised his bubble ass was my cum dump, and he started nutting again all over the towel while I fucked him into the ground. I fell on him, spent. Mikey lay panting underneath me, my hard dick still buried in his ass. We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, no sound except for the waves on the shore, the seagulls squabbling on the sand, and the two of us breathing heavily. My face was on the towel next to his, and I could feel his breath on my cheek. Instinctively I kissed him again, and he kissed me back. “That was…” I began, not sure how to finish. “Yeah…” Mikey said, and grinned again. I went back home a couple days after that, and then it was Christmas, the summer break, and I started uni in Feb. Mikey and I kind of drifted apart as we got older, and after our encounter he never tried anything again and I didn’t push it, so that was the only time we ever hooked up. We’re still great mates, we have a beer at family barbecues, or whatever, and he’s married now. But every now and then when it’s just me and him, I’ll give him a look or he’ll flash me a grin, cause I know how good his dick tastes and he knows how good I am at fucking loads out of dudes.

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