I’m a guy who years ago had s** with his cousin. Who was also a guy.

For context we were young and he showed me a p**** mag, which wasn’t really the first time I saw images of naked women. After he showed me it we went inside this little playhouse building. It wasn’t large, at all.

We had put up some blue styrofoam sheets that were thin to cover up the two windows and doorway. We also had a small peephole in on the door cover. We both got undressed, to be completely naked.

I grabbed and started stroking his member off, but I ended up licking it. Then I took it out of my mouth and he bent over and looked out the hole, as he spread his rear for me. By this time I was hard and I thrust myself inside his hole and slowly thrusted in him. I had never done anything like this at all, so I was new to it. But there I was, thrusting in my cousin’s hole.

Soon enough I pulled out and we switched, I bent over and looked out as he started thrusting inside of me. I enjoyed the feeling of it, even if it wasn’t much. After a little while his dad came outside and called for us. We quickly got dressed and went about the day.

I don’t remember if we did it in there after that, but I remember as we were swimming he mentioned his d**k. So I went underwater and started sucking him off. I did this for less than a minute, when I came back up I saw his dad out on the porch. Luckily the pool was above ground and a ways away… not to mention we were on the side with our backs towards the porch.

The next time I recall we did something like this stuff was when we were in my sister’s room. She was gone somewhere, and we come up with this idea. While one of us plays the game, the other gives them a bj. I agreed to it, and he started sucking on me first as I played. We had a blanket over us, just in case.

At one point I let him play and I sucked his member. I got into it, and was enjoying it, more than I’d ever admit to him. I was so into it that I heard the door open, but didn’t come out from under till it was too late. There stood my mom, and she took the blanket off us to see our pants were literally down… puts a new meaning to “caught with our pants down.”

Since then, we’ve never done any s***** things of the like. Or ever mentioned it. That was maybe 9 years ago today. He’s a year and a half older than me, and I’m the youngest of my family.

Recently I’ve found myself reminiscing on the times we did that. And I’ve begun asking myself multiple things. Such as, if I should find myself alone with him… would I ask him about those days. It’s all theoretical, but those memories now turn me on.

This is all a true story, and I recall and remember it in this way.