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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…

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