Cousin Craig - Part FOUR...continued


It was then I became aware of Craig’s heavy breathing and looking up I realised that he had fallen asleep with his cock in my mouth.
I was still rock hard.
I hadn’t played with myself while I was sucking him off in case he thought it was a bit ‘too gay’ if you know what I mean.
I called his name and there was no reply. I then noticed the three-quarter empty bottle of whiskey on the floor and realised he was probably out for the night.
I stood up and called his name again, a bit louder, but still no reply. I gently shook his shoulder, but he still didn’t stir.
I stood there for a moment looking at his almost naked body slumped in the middle of the sofa.
My erect cock was virtually pointing at his face, my head filled with endless possibilities.
I removed the remainder of my clothes, and continued to watch him all the while stroking my cock.
His hand was outstretched on the back of the settee which I now went behind. I stood on my toes so that I could lower my ball sac into the palm of his sleeping hand.
The DVD had finished and the room was silent, except for the sound of Craig’s heavy breathing and the continued thumping of my heart, which sounded like it was ready to burst through my chest.
I had my balls in my cousins hands and I continued to stroke my cock.

I slid my balls off his hand and replaced it with my cock. I placed his fingers around my girth and began to slide my cock back and forth, holding his fingers in place, as I fucked his large warm hand.
He was still slouched upright in the middle of the couch and I came around the front and climbed up so my legs were on either side of his body continuing to masturbate inches from his face.
I would have given anything for him to have woken up and taken my bulging dick in his mouth. To have felt his tongue on my balls.

Part of me couldn’t believe what I was doing. I had never done anything like this in my life before. Not even to a ‘drunk’ boyfriend. Let alone a ‘straight’ cousin.
By now I was seriously close to cumming.
Still wanking in front of his face, I felt even more daring.
I moved the mushroom head of my cock right up to his lips. I gently rubbed the tip along his slightly parted lips pushing as hard as I dared, but pulled away quickly when I thought I was about to jism all over his face - as that is something I would have had great difficulty explaining to Craig in the morning.
I climbed off the couch and once again knelt between his legs. His cock was now relaxed but still swollen resting over his masculine thigh. It looked used and snake like with the foreskin once again covering the slightly leaking head.
I lent forward and retracted his foreskin to reveal the head, which I gently took in my mouth to remove the remaining drops of cum. I then pulled back his foreskin and placed his cock back on his thigh.
His balls were resting on the very edge of the couch and by lifting them slightly I was able to let them drop over the edge of the couch where they hung like something out of a porn shoot.
I put my tongue under one of his testicles and lifted it until it dropped. I did the same to the other.
I knew then where I was going to empty my large swollen balls.
I stood in front of Craig, my legs slightly spread looking at the un-conscious rugby player on my couch. He was totally out of it.
I was ready to shoot and Craig’s applesack was to be my target.

I continued wanking my 8”, getting faster and faster, until I knew I was at the point of no return.
As I felt the surge rising through my groin, I bent my legs towards him, ready for my explosion.
My first spurt of white cum hit where I was aiming and splashed against his hanging ball sac The next missed and splattered against his sleeping cock. My third, with less force landed again on his now dripping balls.
I came more than I expected.

I can’t remember when I last tasted my cum, but I knew I had a choice of a wet flannel or my tongue and mouth.
I opted for the latter.
I was surprised at how much I had cum, considering it was the second time this evening.
I looked at Craig still unaware of my abuse of him, and knelt between his legs to remove the evidence.
My white cum was dripping down Craig’s balls and close to dripping onto the wooden floor.

I put my face up to his sac and began licking my cum. My jism tasted saltier than his and I slowly continued to lick at his wet sac until I could no longer taste my saltiness on his eggs.
I next took his cock in my mouth to remove the remainder of the evidence.
I then just sat there for a while, between his large spread legs, my head resting on his thigh staring at his sleeping genitalia.

When the moment had passed I decided to get a wet flannel and clean Craig off properly, so at least when he awoke in the morning he wouldn’t be reminded by the smell of sex.

I gently stroked his cock and balls with a white flannel, and watched in surprise as his cock once again sprung to life. I assumed this must have been the Viagra working, as he was still totally unconscious.
I continued to rub the flannel from the base of his balls to the head of his cock up and down. Up and down. Up and down.
I almost gave into the temptation to try and make him cum again, but I decided I didn’t want to take that final risk.
Instead I pulled a chair up in front of the couch facing my cousin, and using just my hand, I brought myself to a climax one more time.
My third ejaculation was quick and urgent and the spunk that shot out of my cock was not much more than a trickle, which I ejaculated into the damp white flannel.
I sat there for what seemed like an eternity, before I stood up and turned off the TV.
I then cleared up the bottle and glasses and put my chair back where it belonged.
Next I went into the spare bedroom and got the duvet, which I threw over Craig, after adjusting him so he was lying more comfortably on the couch.
I then turned out the light and went to bed.
When I awoke the following morning Craig had gone. The duvet was folded and all that was left of the night before was a note that read. ‘Well that was different. Speak soon’

We haven’t yet. But that doesn’t mean that we wont.