Cousin Craig - Part FOUR

By the time we returned to my flat it had begun to rain heavily.
I asked Craig if he wanted to come in for a night cap, which he did.
I pointed to where the drinks were and he poured himself a large whisky, which he knocked back in one.

Realising how much he had drunk through the evening, and having forgotten how he could knock it back, I told him he was quite welcome to stay the night in the spare room if he wanted, which he readily agreed to.

He asked if he could take a quick shower, which he did, but not before filling up his glass with yet more whisky which he took with him.
Within 10 minutes he was back in the front room wearing a short dressing gown that he had got off the back of the bedroom door.
Craig didn’t seem to notice that his oversized equipment was hanging below the gown, and I tried not to let him see that my eyes kept being drawn to it, which in a matter of seconds had given me another hardon under my jeans.
He poured himself some more whisky, and then out of nowhere asked if I had any straight porn.
I noticed the emphasis on ‘straight’
I don’t possess that much porn on DVD as most of the stuff I watch is on my pc, but I did have a couple of titles, which I got out of a cupboard and offered him.
After examining them both he handed me the one he wanted to watch.
I put it in the DVD and turned on the 42” screen.
Craig sat down in the middle of the large couch. Bottle of whisky in one hand, glass in the other. By now he did seem to be a little the worse for drink.
The movie began. It was about this woman who went to pick up her car, but didn’t have any money on her. So the mechanic let her pay in kind, and before she knew it he was joined by the other 4 greasy mechanics who fucked her every which way.

I pretended to be watching the film, but couldn’t help noticing Craig’s raging hard on that was sticking up out of his dressing gown.
He made no excuse for it – neither did he attempt to cover it.
I watched out of the corner of my eye as he put down the bottle and glass on the floor and began stroking his extremely large erection.

I wasn’t sure what to do, but when he looked across at me and said ‘I don’t want to drink alone’ I knew what he meant and unzipped my jeans and got my hard cock out..

I was sitting at a right angle to Craig and to look at me he had to look away from the screen, whereas I could pretend to be staring at the screen, but all the time staring at him stroking his meat and two veg.

As I sat there stroking my cock, I thought it would be easier to remove the clothes below my waist, which I did, without Craig even looking over.
I was now seated as he was, masturbating. He watching the video. Me watching him.

Occasionally he picked up his glass and took a slug of Whisky, but most of the time he cupped his oversized testicles in one hand and stroked his oversized cock with the other.

I hardly ever watched porn with boyfriends. It was bought to gratify myself when I was alone.
I certainly had never watched porn with a straight guy, and I really didn’t know what the rules were.
The DVD continued. Neither of us said anything, but just continued watching and wanking.

By Craig’s body language I knew he was open to suggestion. One moment he was holding his cock and balls, the next he would stretch both arms out behind his head, totally exposing himself as if to say come and get it. If he had of been gay, I would probably have had his legs over his head by now.

You have to remember he was my ‘straight’ cousin, and I knew if I was misconstruing the signals I would never be able to look him in the face again.
Here we were, two guys, watching porn, masturbating in front of each other but not daring to do anything else.
Once again Craig stretched his arms out on the settee, but this time he closed his eyes and rested his head on the cushion behind him.

I sat there in total silence except for the sound of the porn on the TV.
I knew it was now or never. So long as he didn’t open his eyes before I was in place. I moved towards him.
This fucking Viagra wasn’t giving my cock a rest for a moment (maybe I was just too turned on) as I moved towards him wishing my cock wasn’t pointing straight at him.
His eyes didn’t open. I knelt between his legs, which were spread. I was feeling giddy. I was inches away from ‘the object of my desire,’ knowing in a matter of moments it could be mine.
His huge cock was three quarters erect laying back on his hairy stomach a couple of inches above his belly button, which reminded me of his size. His beautiful balls hung heavily between his legs resting on the cushion of the settee. I slowly leaned forward and as I reached under his egg like testicles and cupped them in my hand, I felt even more excited by their considerable weight.
My tongue began to caress the base of his penis, making its way up the considerable length, to the slightly leaking head.
As I reached the top of his pole I held it in my hand, inserting my tongue under his foreskin in a circular motion, making sure I got every last drop of pre-cum that was leaking out of his slit.
I then pulled the foreskin back over the swollen head and opened my mouth wide to allow his cock to start its journey down my throat.
Craig’s eyes didn't open, and with his first moan I knew he wasn’t going to stop me.
He arched his hips slightly forward pushing his hardening penis deeper down my throat until my chin was touching his smooth ball sac, which was resting in my hand. I could smell the musk of his freshly showered pubic hair as I began to slide my lips up and down his rock hard cock, making sure I didn’t gag as each thrust went deep.
His balls felt so large and heavy and I massaged them gently, enjoying their texture as I continued sucking on his totem pole.

Craig lay back and let me fellate him. I had no idea what he was thinking, but with every thrust I could feel he was getting close to climaxing.
His breathing was getting heavier.
He had not changed position since I first knelt between his legs, but now his hand held the back of my head pushing me deeper onto his cock.
Suddenly his hips lifted off the settee, and he started saying, ‘oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck’ over and over.
He tightened his closed eyes, and his grip tightened on my head. I felt a jet of warm cum shooting into my throat. I could feel his balls moving in my hand, slightly lifting and falling with each spurt.
I swallowed the first shot as the second stream came, followed by a third and fourth, Craig’s hand still clasped to the back of my head.
I kept his cock in my mouth, as deep as I could, as I drained the last few drops of his strangely sweet semen. I had no idea if he was going to suddenly sober up and pull away.
Eventually his hand moved from my head and fell on the settee beside him.
I could feel his smooth balls relaxing in my hand, and his fleshy cock that had filled my mouth was beginning to let me breathe again as the blood began to drain out of it.
I knew this moment was almost over.

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