I recently shared my story about the experiences of my cousin and I. I won’t go into the background, you can find it in my post history. However it did occur to me that I left out details that others may want to know. I do my best to remember them.

I’m not sure what made me do it the first time. It was not being overly horny, I do know that. It was mostly opportunity I think. I mean obviously it turned me on, but it didn’t start that way. It was more about the rush it gave me. The control. Knowing that out of the blue and without warning I could almost instantly get him hard. I loved that feeling. I was proud of it. I’m sure at the time I probably thought I was the only one that could do that to him. Oh to be young and naive.

I loved being in charge. Being in control of his pleasure. I loved when I could tell it had been days since he had a release just by the size of the orgasm. Or by how fast I could make him climax. Sometimes he woukd try to hump my hand— I knew those were times when he was super horny. Every time he’d thrust I’d let go. I wanted him, without saying it out loud, to know that his orgasm was up to me.

I also got a thrill out of seeing how rough I could be. It turns out that would be a lifelong kink. I was aggressive with him in my hand. We never had lube. It was skin on skin only. I learned that, with him, the tighter my grip, the fast he’d cum. In fact I could accomplish the deed merely by squeezing and releasing without actual stroking. We’d rarely speak during these sessions, but his facial expressions told me all I needed to know about my technique. Speaking of technique, I learned by accident that just prior to orgasm a hard tug and pull on his balls intensified the sensation for him immensely. I had apparently pulled his balls as he was cumming previously and the next time we met up he used his own hand to stretch his sack. From then on I’d employ this special move when I really wanted to see his eyes roll back into his head.

Those are a few of the details and specifics for those of you with inquiring minds. I’m sure I’ll remember more later. And now I have to sit here, trying to refocus on work when what I’d rather do is lean back, close my eyes, and day dream of the things I miss and how the thought of them still leaves me in a puddle.