My dad is from a pretty large family. While he was in a household of just 4, both my paternal grandparents had 7 and 9 siblings each, netting my dad over 50 first cousins. This mean I have hoards of extended and distant cousins, lots I've never met.

On one such occasion, I was attending a backyard family reunion, and as expected, there was a lot of family in attendance, and lots I was meeting for the first time. I've always been a fairly shy guy, so I stuck close to my dad, and other family I did know. There was a third or fourth cousin, I'd met earlier, around my age (30ish), perhaps a year or two younger, a little red-neckish but cute as hell. We kept eyeing each other, and he'd give me a wink and a smile and raise his beer can, while I raised my red Solo cup of lemonade back at him.

Someone had yelled out they needed more beer and soda, was looking for volunteers. Cousin raised his hand and said he'll go, then walked over to me, and asked if I'd like to ride along. Despite our lack of conversation, other than the proper introduction and how do you do's, I jumped at the chance.

So we got in his truck and headed off to the market. Didn't talk much. Just kept looking over at each other and smiling. We were coming upon the market when he passed it. "Hey, wasn't that the market back there?" Yeah, he said. "We're going somewhere else first." I said okay and just sat there wondering where. Cousin turns on to a dirt road and it seems like we're on it forever. He turned on to another, and then another and I started to get a little concerned.

Finally the last dirt road we're on ends. He turns his truck off and opens his door and gets out. "Well c'mon. You just gonna sit there?" He asked me in his very sexy southern voice. So I get out and follow him. "Where we going?" You'll see he says back. Soon, we come upon a pond. "One of my most favorite places in the world. So quiet. So peaceful. And private," He says, and gives me that knowing look.

Suddenly he starts taking his clothes off. "C'mon get in with me." Me, nervously, "Uhhhh I don't think so. Who knows what's in that water." Cousin is buck naked at this point, standing there like there's no elephant in the room, in spite of the elephant trunk in front of me. "Aw c'mon there's nothing in there that could hurt you." There is actually, I thought to myself, glancing quickly at his very long and meaty dick. "Uhhhh nah. I'll just wait here," and I rest on a fallen tree nearby."Suit yourself" He says, and dives in the water. "Whoo hoo! Feels nice! C'mon!" I just wave at him.

He swins around for about 5 or so minutes then gets out. Cousin, emerging from that water, his body soaking and dripping wet, the sun shining down on him. I never wanted anything more in that moment than I did him. And he knew it. He walked up to me, and held his dick out in front of me. "Suck it!" What?! Feigning disgust. "Suck it, faggot pussy boy." Hey, you're the one that was making google eyes at me. " Yeah, cuz I knew I was gonna get lucky today.

So, I gave in and got on my knees, and he face pounded me. Then he stopped abruptly. "That log is just the right height for you to bend over on." Fuck! It was apparent what was coming next....him. In my ass. When he finished me off, he got dressed and I pulled my pants up, feeling somewhat ashamed. We went to the store to pick up more beer and drinks, and headed back. No one ever asked what took us so long. But we knew. We went back to our respective corners of the yard. He kept staring at me in that same manner. But this time, I'd look away.

That was over 20 years ago. I haven't seen him since.