My life up to now. I am an only child. I grew up with my grandmother living with us. When I went into puberty she and I had a lot of problems. I needed to be seen and she didn’t want anyone to see me. She caught me flashing to this boy at church. Weeks later I was caught by the cops mooning people on the path.
My father, who had been in generally good health, had an aneurysm on his way to work. He died the next day. My grandmother told me at the funeral that I was lucky my father died before finding out what a whore I was. I was a whore, I charged 20 bucks for a blowjob, but I didn’t fuck.
I got to college and got a part time job working as a server in a college hamburger joint. I got my ass slapped many times. It was part of the territory to work there. Once I got shoved up against the wall in the hall to the bathrooms and held there while he humped my ass. I didn’t even slap him, I just told him he was a pencil dick.
One of my coworkers had a thing for girls and she talked me into letting her go down on me. I told her that I had never had a dick there and she laughed and told me that I was lucky she didn’t have a dick, because she was horny enough to fuck me. We got into a girl lover relationship, until she graduated. By then I had tried the forbidden fruit, I had gone down on her many times. To some girls a spread out pussy gives them the heaves, to me it gave me the incentive to get down on them and get them off.
I went to my father’s tenth year anniversary of his passing. I met a distant cousin there, and he told me that where he came from cousins kissed cousins and we should kiss and make out. We ended up more than making out and I let him get between my legs. I felt guilty afterwards and had to beg him to get married, he agreed. I moved up to the hills with him and had some kids to pass the time. Up there, cousins do kiss, it’s tradition.
