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Story By: Cal Ritchie
I’m suddenly awake, though in all honesty I’ve not really been asleep. Just drifting off, but always keenly aware of my hard, ridged flesh that throbs and pushes up against the bedcovers.
A creak.
Almost imperceptible, but my ears – my waiting ears – have picked up the sound as surely as radar, and the softest of barefooted steps enter my room. I feel, father than hear the door close, and the lock clicks briskly in the doorjamb. I stop breathing for what seems like an eternity, while my unseen visitor slowly and quietly covers the distance from the door to my aching bed.
I don’t move, and I assume that my heartbeat is thudding like a drum in anticipation, as the covers are gently turned down, and the bed sags slightly as another body enters it. I lay on my back, letting my cock form an unseen tent-pole of the bedclothes, as the warmth of the visitor’s flesh radiates against mine.
We lie there, hip to hip, almost in denial that there is anybody next to us, but I can hear his gentle breathing. Mine seems laboured and harsh compared to his, yet he is older than me, 20 years older - he’s 40 - and he is my cousin, and we’ve never done this before though I’ve dreamed of it happening, and masturbated myself to sleep on many a night when we’ve been under the same roof.
His mother and father are in the room along the corridor and I have no idea how lightly they sleep, but I want to fling myself upon him and cover him with wild kisses, and rub our cocks against each other’s bellies. I want to pump my sperm into his mouth, his face, all over him, and I can barely keep my hands from him. He is hairy, and muscular and rough-looking and I’m blond. I have a good-sized prick and I believe he’s well-hung, though I’ve only seen the bulge in his swimming trunks when we’ve all been bathing.
He’s not married, but I assume he has his pick of women, and I’m jealous of them. His hand rests on my thigh, the warmth of it spreading over me, and one finger taps lightly, then his hand moves over and comes into contact with my hard stem. I can hear his breath
catch, and then his fingers curl around me. I close my eyes and reach out my hand, almost embarrassed (crazy at this point) for fear of rejection somehow, and I trail my fingers over his furry thigh, until I reach his cock, rising, hot and damp from a sea of dark curls.
I give an involuntary hiss of breath, afraid that I’ll spoil it all by coming too soon, and as if reading my mind, he takes his exploring hand and strokes my flat belly, trailing his fingers round the base of my erection. I can feel his eyes on me, and I turn my head towards him, and there, as my eyes become accustomed to the darkened room, I can see his face, a light smile on his lips.
He turns over towards me, and I do likewise to face him, and we lay there, belly to belly, cock to cock, the tips touching as I stroke his skin. He tousles my hair like I’m a kid or something, then leans forward and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my face. I close my eyes and slide towards him, our lips meeting and his tongue darting into my open mouth, then our tongues mash, saliva running down onto the pillow as we press our bodies together. Our cocks are strained against each other and alongside each other as they rise between us.
I’ve lost all reason and my cock is leading me wherever it wants to go. I don’t want to use a condom because I want to feel his flesh when (if) he enters my body, and his hands come down and they grip my ass firmly, his fingers creeping round and pulling my cheeks apart. I can hardly breathe now, our kissing is so intense, so pull my lips from his and I embrace him, while his fingers skirt round my ass ring.
I’m silently screaming to him to go further and dive into my hole, and somehow I feel he can sense this but he somehow tries to drive me mad with longing. I reach down between us and stroke his long, hard cock, already leaking and slick, and I rub my fingers over the end, making him twitch, then bring my fingers to my lips, letting the man-scent assail my nostrils, breathing in his essence.
I slide down his body, kissing it as I pass every inch of it; his saliva-slick chin, and his neck, where the chest hair ends its curling journey, then down over his chest, licking and nibbling at his nipples. His hand is gently pressing down on the top of my head, urging me ever downward, and I’m soon at his hard-muscled belly, licking and kissing the ridged indentations of muscle and all the time his body hair curls round my face, almost beckoning me down to his groin where his bush rises to greet me.
His long cock is pressed against my neck now, leaking pre-cum all over my Adam’s apple, so I raise my head, and my lips come into contact for the first time with his pulsing cockhead. I dip my tongue into the oozing slit, feeling and tasting it and licking round the bulging tip. Taking him into my mouth without touching the sides, I have about four inches inside, before I close my lips and I hear him gasp as if from a long way away.
Lifting my head slightly, I drag my lips along his length until I just have his tip between them, then I sink again, this time lower, so that his bush hair is starting to tickle my nose, and on, down to his root and taking my time, because I don’t want to gag, and though I’ve had men’s cocks in my mouth before, this one is special. Then I lick round his stem while it’s deep in my mouth, rising again all the way to the tip and feeling that I’m drawing the breath from his body as he gasps once again, this time a long, low one, and I take it easy. I want his cum in my ass this time. Maybe before dawn I may need a mouthful, but for now…
His hands rest on the back of my neck as I adore his manhood, and I rise and fall a few times, feeling that I’m dangerously near his climax, so I let go and raise my head while still holding him in one hand. I decide to take the initiative, and I rise and kneel, with one knee either side of his legs, and move up, still holding him as I shuffle so that my body is right above where I’m holding him. His face looks up at me from the dark, and I spit a wad on my hand then work the liquid into the flesh of his prick, then I hold it beneath me, beneath my entrance, and slowly descend. There’s a hiss of his breath as the tip of his cock touches my ring.
I smile, though I don’t know if he can see it or not. There is intense pleasure at having this man almost at my mercy. His cock is very hard, and I let go my hand as the first few inches enter me.
It hurts.
He’s big, and I close my eyes tight shut as he slides very slowly up into me. Then his fingers clasp his stem, holding it upright as I sink onto him. My mind is now fevered, and the hugeness of him fills my body and my head, and my brain fills with wildness and desire. The sensation of pleasurable pain consumes me as I continue to sink, until I sense – rather than actually feel – that I am seated on his groin.
Making no move, I simply savour the moment as I contemplate his hard, thick length within me, the knotted, veined flesh sliding and pressing against the walls of my rectum, becoming, briefly, one with my body.
I have an overwhelming sense of thickness, and that I’m totally filled with him – which I probably am. His hands rest on my hips, as I start to rise, and very slowly I lift myself, feeling his cock dragging from me and pulling my insides out with its – temporary - departure. Then I kneel up, so that just his tip is held tight by the vice-like grip of my anus muscles, before sinking again, this time more slickly and quickly.
Again and again I rise and fall, now seeing his teeth in the dark, bared in a grimace of animal lust.
Suddenly, he leans up and grabs my waist with both hands, then pushes me to one side, and I panic, wondering what’s wrong, but then I realise that he wants me on my back, and as we roll over the bed, I let my legs rise either side of him, and he pulls me to him and starts to fuck me in earnest. Crossing my legs round his back, his hips thrust at me, and he lifts my thighs so that he is kneeling under them, dragging me onto his cock as he pumps me.
I hadn’t realised just how powerful he is, and I stretch out my arms around his neck, hanging onto him during our ferocious lovemaking as though afraid to lose him.
His face is now close to me, and I can see his eyes shut tightly with the intensity of our fuck as his movements become jerky; the smooth sustained rhythm that he’d built up is now ragged and uneven, and his breath rasps into the night bedroom air.
He suddenly gives a gasp, and a hard thrust and I feel the searing heat of his cum within me, spreading inside me and drowning my insides with his love. I fling my head back as far as I can, still aware that my untended erection is high and stiff between us, as he continues to pump his juice into me, though the motions are now slowing gradually as the flood lessens, and he relaxes, losing his grip on me and letting me lie back on the bed, while I uncross my legs from round him. He pulls slowly out of me and the cold air of his departure chills my ass, followed by dampness as his juice trickles from me and onto the sheets.
What he tells his mother and father, regarding the spreading stain, is up to him.
He kneels between my outstretched legs, and rests a hand on each thigh, lowering his head to catch my straining cock between his lips. I am still insane after our lovemaking, and vaguely aware of this man, knelt almost in worship between my legs, bowed over my cock, and then the warmth of his mouth swiftly transfers all feeling to that area, though my ass is still heavy and numb with the recent assault.
As if in response, my cock rises to meet his mouth and then he has me totally consumed in his warmth, moving his head slightly – ever so slightly – drawing my juice from deep within my body, to gather and to obey his will, then a shudder goes through me as I realise that I’m closer to orgasm than I’d thought; the pain in my rear almost having masked my own desire to come.
I feel my thighs tremble, and down there, seemingly a long way away where his head bobs up and down on me, I feel a delicious, shivering rush of passion, and then I come. With a small cry, I feel me spurt into his mouth between tightly closed lips, and he holds my flesh with one hand as he tries to control drinking my spunk.
After a few more shudders it’s over, and he licks and tidies up my cockhead before coming back and stretching out on his side next to me. I turn over towards him, seeing, even in the dark, my spunk flecks on his lips and chin, and we lie there, my body settling into the spreading damp patch of his cum on the bed, as we try to catch our breath. He kisses my forehead as one would a child, and I raise my watch to where I can see the illuminated dial it.
2 am.
Plenty more time for more before the morning, and I stroke his damp, hairy chest.
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