Cousin Craig - Part FOUR

EnglishMan

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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EnglishMan

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.

phe1249

Excellent. What's next for these two cousins?

tvilleguy70

FUCK....that was hot....MORE MORE MORE!!!!!

Words of Wisdom: If his cock smells like fish, don't suck it!

2nd Words of Wisdom: Never make someone a priority in your life when you are merely an option in theirs.....




ahh, but for the love of a man who doesn't love you back........DAMMIT

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MileHighMeat

Thank you, EnglishMan. That is the best story that I have read on here. I am so anxious to get to read the next installment!

EnglishMan

Thanks MileHigh, I appreciate that

drevo50

great story!!