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My cousin Craig has recently been going through a very messy divorce. Recently I have been spending a fair amount of time with him to help keep his spirits up. Before his split I hadn’t got to know him that well. I always assumed he was very straight laced due to his conservative dress sense and general demeanor. He is 6ft 3 and plays a lot of rugby, and although not conventionally handsome I assumed could probably pull quite easily, although I knew while he was married he was 100% faithful.

Until a few weeks ago I had never even seen him naked. Mind you, there is no reason why I should have. It was his idea to go swimming, and we ended up at his health club. He seemed quite inhibited as we got changed. He used a towel to cover himself while putting on his trunks, and after we swam he managed to keep himself covered with his towel before going into a shower cubicle. Although I had no sexual interest in him at all I suppose I was still curious to know what he had hanging between his rather large legs. There was something about Craig that made me think he would not be well endowed. (His ex wife was extremely hot and I probably imagined that she partially divorced him because he didn’t satisfy her in the bed department.)

I removed my trunks, making sure as many people got a flash of my not too small equipment and followed him proudly into the showers not giving his naked body another though as I lathered myself up and finished showering. I must have been in the shower for about 5 minutes and assumed that by now ‘shy’ Craig would be dressed and out by the time I returned, in order that I didn’t get to see his minuscule genitals. So you can imagine my surprise when returning to the lockers to find my cousin with his back to me, with one leg raised up on the bench as he toweled himself down. His round firm arse was larger and hairier than I would have imagined, quite muscly from all his rugby playing. (I immediately had a vision of those large buns pouncing between his ex wifes thighs bringing her to orgasm) But the real treat was the view that hung heavily between his legs. The man was hung. Dangling between those large legs was a clean shaven, low hanging ball sac, as large as I had seen containing his two plum sized testicles, slowly swaying as he dried his hairy legs.

I stood behind him for as long as I could, keeping a distance hoping he wouldn’t notice me standing there. Eventually I passed by him to go to my locker. He didn’t try to cover himself up, but just carried on toweling himself down, mentioning that the shower had done him a power of good. This wasn’t the shy Craig from before. The Craig who had hidden his body as he got changed. Mind you this wasn’t the Craig who I had thought would be under endowed. Nothing could be further from the truth. As I stood in front of Craig he raised his towel to dry his hair, and as he covered his head I got a full face on view of his massive cock and balls. Around the base of his fat cock was a forest of dark brown hair from which his fine thick uncut cock protruded and hung. I’d say it hung limp at about 5″, but his heavy hairless ball sac hung even lower.

I have always had a thing about large low hanging ball sacs, as well as cocks bigger than my own, and if this had been a gay sauna, or any other place where I could have gone down on my knees I would have. But it wasn’t and neither was Craig gay, so I acted as normally as I could, even when he moved the towel between his legs, rubbing and massaging that equipment that I had suddenly found myself strangely aroused by.

For the first time in my life I had began to look at my cousin sexually. In a matter of seconds I had imagined myself in all sorts of sexual situations with him. It wasn’t helped by the way he was drying himself. In fact I remember thinking he was acting a little like an exhibitionist. I certainly noticed a few of the other guys glancing in the direction of his crotch.. I slowly dried myself, in the way men do when hoping to attract another man, but it was obvious he was hardly aware I was naked. he seemed more interested in showing his body off. As I kept stealing glances at his goods, I wished for this moment to last as long as possible but before long he had his boxer shorts in his hands, pulling them up his strong legs, eventually covering the object of my desire. As we finished dressing, and left the building, all I could think about was how I could get to see him naked again. I mentioned going swimming again soon, which he seemed agreeable to Fortunately, I didn’t have to wait until our next swim. And the next time the situation was going to be even more arousing.

On leaving the Health club, we went to the nearest pub where we both had a couple of pints and then ended up at a cheap and cheerful Indian restaurant for a bite to eat. It was a large place with not very many people in. We ordered our meal and were tucking into our starter when Craig suddenly came out with ‘It’s a shame you don’t fuck women.’ This was the first time I had ever heard anything sexual pass his lips, and I almost choked on my mouthful of onion bhaji. ‘What do you mean?’ I asked through my blushes. ‘Oh it doesn’t matter’ he replied.

I was fascinated by his comment and didn’t want to let the subject go. ‘I’m bi. I do still fuck women’ I said. ‘I thought you only did it with guys’ he said. ‘It’s easier for me to say I’m gay.’ I told him. ‘I do fuck a hell of a lot more guys than women, but I still like the occasional piece of pussy from time to time.’ He seemed really surprised. ‘I though you only liked cock, especially from the way you kept looking at mine in the changing room.’ I must have gone the colour of beetroot, but managed to laugh as I said bashfully ‘I didn’t think you noticed.’

What I learnt about Craig that night was a revelation. He and his wife had enjoyed a great adventurous sexual relationship. My conservative cousin was anything but, and had probably had as many partners as I had. He was quite graphic in some of his descriptions, including when he talked about being a bit too big for his ex, as she was only slight and found it quite painful when he was fully inside her. He seemed to be enjoying telling me the lurid details, which secretly had given me a semi under the table. They had also agreed that whatever they did regarding sex would be done as a couple. And the main reason she was divorcing him was when she came home early from work to find him performing cunnilingus on her hairdresser. She also had found on his computer a list as long as her arm of other women he had been fucking. So he knew there was no going back.

I told him about a threesome I had been doing regularly with a straight couple I had met on line, and he was anxious to hear all the details, which I told him in the same graphic way he had told his tales. All this talk made him even more attractive, and the talk was making me even hornier.

‘Have you ever taken Viagra’ he asked. ‘No I replied I don’t need it yet. He went on to explain that Viagra wasn’t just for men who couldn’t get it up, but just a great d**g for sex. He said it gave him the same strength of erection he had in his teens, and it also gave him extra control over his ejaculation. As I told him I was sure I would try it eventually, he got out a packet of what looked like four blue pills, levering one out, which he broke in two.

‘Take this’ he said handing me half of the blue triangle, as he put the other half in his mouth and swallowed it down with a glass of water. ‘Why?’ I said. ‘Just trust me. I have an idea for after dinner.’ I took the pill and swallowed it, wondering just exactly his ‘idea’ was going to be, and never having taken Viagra before I had no idea of how it was going to effect me.

For the rest of our meal the conversation stayed away from the subject of sex…for the most part, and after about half an hour, feeling a bit flushed, I knew the Viagra was beginning to work. He looked at me and smiled ‘It’s beginning to work isn’t it?’ ‘It won’t necessarily give you a hard on straight away, but as soon as you are sexually aroused it will give you a stiffy like you haven’t had since your teens.’

Well I’m just glad I wasn’t wearing my tight jeans, because as he spoke I began to feel my cock stiffen, and I had a feeling it was going to stay that way for a considerable time. We paid the bill and left. We got into his car and it was then he told me what his plan was. ‘Do you know what dogging is?’ he asked ‘Of course I do’ I answered. ‘Have you ever done it?’ he continued ‘Because there’s an area near here, and I thought we could go and see if anything is happening.’

With that he started the car and headed towards our destination. He also told me that he and his soon to be ex wife used to do it all the time, which by now didn’t surprise me in the least.

I knew more about dogging than I let on. I also knew there were very few dogging areas that were totally straight. As we drove he put his hand inside his trousers and straightened himself out, glancing at me and smiling. I could see he already had a hard on, while mine was still rock hard from 30 minutes before.

We drove slowly into the car park. There must have been about fifteen cars parked in various positions. He said it was always better at the end, so we dimmed our lights and parked at the furthest point.

It was strangely quiet, and with most of the car lights out it was fairly dark. Craig opened his window. ‘There’s something going on in that last car’ he said.

Three cars away from us, there were quite a few people gathered around a large car. The inside light of the car was on and it was obvious that some sort of sexual activity was taking place. Craig watched intently as we sat in silence. I noticed he had begun to stroke the outline of his obviously erect cock under his trousers.

My heart was beating so hard, I thought he would be able to hear it. I hadn’t felt so sexually charged for ages.

Craig got out of the car and I followed behind. There was already a group of guys of all ages gazing into the car, most with their cocks in their hands watching the four people in the car In the front a guy was sitting in the passenger seat while a blond girl was bent over him giving him a blow job from the drivers seat. Laying across the back seat with the two doors open were the other couple. She was flat on her back with her legs in the air and he was firmly embedded in her cunt in the process of fucking her. I watched as his cock slid in and out of her, ready to take his place. Craig had gone round to the drivers side of the car to watch, and we both witnessed the guy in the front seat shooting his load down the blond girls throat, which she greedily swallowed. Within seconds of him cumming she was ready for the next one, and looking across the car I realized the next one was going to be Craig. He tapped on her window, which she undid as he unzipped his trousers and offered her his cock through the window.

I felt like I was in a dream. My cousin was as big as I had imagined. I am 8” hard and I he looked at least an inch longer. He lowered his trousers to below his buttocks and she began to suck on his erect cock. He lifted his balls where they hung outside the car and dropped them inside where she was able to give them the attention they deserved, rolling them in her hand as she went to work on his pulsating dick. As I watched her devouring him pulling his foreskin back and forth, I found myself with my cock in my hand, ready to burst.

By now the action had hotted up. The guys around the car were taking it in turns to fuck the slapper on the back seat, and as I watched Craig being sucked, so the guy fucking in the back seat came and went, replaced in seconds by another cock in her well lubricated pussy.

Craig continued to slide his massive pole in and out of the girls throat, as she did her best to make him shoot his wad down her throat. Remembering what he told me about the staying power of Viagra I knew he would only cum when he was ready.

I was still on the other side of the car, and I knew the best view of Craig’s cock would be to get into the passenger seat next to her. With my trousers lowered to my ankles I edged into the passenger seat – my 8” mushroom headed cock pointing to the sky and asking for trouble.

The blond tart immediately got hold of my erection in her hand and began to wank me. I hate dry wanking. She was just going up and down on my cock as she continued to suck on Craig, which I only tolerated as my face was a couple of feet away from where he was being sucked off, and i had a perfect view. He was so close I could almost taste him. His low hung balls slapped against the plastic of the car as he held her head while he pumped his fat meat in and out of her willing mouth.

After a while she took her mouth away from Craig’s cock and leaned over to start on my cock, but continued to hold his cock, as if to not let him get away. She opened wide to take my mushroom head into her mouth, and started to give me quite an expert good blow job. Craig opened the drivers door and reached between her legs inserting a couple of fingers up her wet muff. She squealed in delight as he rammed his hand between her legs, while she continued giving me head.

By now there were even more people around the car.

The tart being fucked on the back seat was continuing to take on the crowd, and when I took my eyes off Craig’s cock for a moment, I could see that the guy pounding away between her legs was also sucking the cock of a man standing at her head. Outside the car I could see another guy on his knees sucking the cock of the guy who five minutes before had been in her cunt.

If I had not taken the Viagra I am sure I would have shot my load by now, I could feel my balls ready to burst, but at the same time I felt totally in control of my cum. The blond sucking me was moaning like a whore while Craig interfered between her legs. Her bra was pulled above her pendulous breast and he was also paying attention to these cow like udders. As Craig bent over her I could still see his cock and balls which he was rubbing against her body.

As she sucked away on my pole she kept saying ’fuck me, fuck me, fuck me’ which was like a red rag to a bull for Craig…and I mean a bull. He motioned her out of the car and almost carried her onto the bonnet, placing her on her back with her legs spread hanging on either side of the radiator grill. I got out of the car quickly, not wanting to miss anything.

Craig stood there as I did with his trousers around his ankles. His hard strong penis almost glistened in the dull light as he moved towards her, only pausing to slide a condom, (which he had in his pocket) over his cock. He paused at the lips of her cunt, and slowly teased the head of his cock inside her before ramming the rest of his huge cock all the way up her eager pussy.

She almost cried out as he began to fuck her with what must have seemed like a battering ram, as this large man bent over her small frame to suck on her large tits.

At that point I had a major desire to push my cock up my cousins arse, while he fucked the whore on the car bonnet. But as I knew that was not going to happen I still wanted to be behind him, so I could see the full power of his manly thrust.

As I wandered to the front of the car, Craig’s huge masculine arse was banging back and forth between her legs. Her legs were almost locked around his back.

As I watched his huge balls banging back and forth, I remembered back to only a few hours ago when he was drying himself in the changing room and I got to see his huge balls for the first time. But now they looked all powerful. Performing as God intended. I wanked my cock as I watched this bull in stud.

The other girl was still being fucked in the back seat, but now the main attraction was around the bonnet of the car where my cousin was putting on a full display for all to see.

Other hands began to touch the girls body, as Craig continued to fuck her. As I stood watching and wanking I noticed that a few of the hands had strayed to Craig’s body, which he didn’t seem to object to.

As Craig continued to fuck away I noticed a pair of hands going towards his testicles and they belonged to a guy.

I was sure he would have pushed them away, but he didn’t, allowing the guys hands to fondle his gonads as he continued his rhythm.

I suddenly realized I felt like a jealous teenager. Another guy had my cousins balls in their hands and I wanted it to be me.

Eventually it became obvious that Craig was about to cum as his thrusts shortened and his buttocks clenched as he emptied his jism inside her.

When he was spent I could tell he was looking around for me, and gestured for me to take his place. As I walked forward he handed me a condom which I put on my cock, while he withdrew his half limp cock from her wet cunt almost guiding mine in. The guy who had been holding Craig’s balls reached out for his dick, but Craig pushed him away.

I could feel the wetness of her cunt. I wished Craig had fucked her without a condom, leaving his cum inside her, so i could have fucked her in his juice, but knowing that my cock was where his had just been was still a major turn on. As I began to fuck this faceless stranger over the bonnet of her car, I watched as Craig pulling up his trousers in the dark, once again concealing the object of my desire.

Craig watched me pound away for a couple of minutes, but then made his way back to his car.

I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist, so even though Craig was not watching I tried to put on a good show for about ten minutes, with a big finish where I withdrew at the last moment, whipped off my condom and shot my wad all over her cunt. I couldn’t remember when I last came so much.

Once I was done I let one of the other guys take my place, who I noticed entered her without a condom.

I pulled up my kegs, tucked in my still hard cock and went back to the car. Craig was sitting there. He had obviously been watching from the car, and I had a feeling he had had been masturbating while i fucked her, as I could tell he was still hard, and his fly was not done up

As he turned the key in the engine he smiled and said ‘Nice finish.’

We drove out of the car park as the action continued behind us. I had certainly seen my cousin in a new light, but before the night was over I was going to see one more side to him that I really, really didn’t expect.

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.

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 u*********s. 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.

It had been a couple of months since I had last seen or heard from Cousin Craig. The last contact I had had with him was a note the morning he left my house saying ‘Well that was different. Speak soon.’ I had thought about that night a lot. It had been so incredibly sexually charged I was still ‘spilling seed’ at the memory of that drunken evening.

Lying in bed at night I often found my hand wandering to my cock, slowly massaging it as I imagined what Craig might be up to. Whose bed he was in. Whose mouth he was in. Whose cunt he was in. I could still visualise his oversized cock and those magnificent heavy, hanging balls. I thought about how much cum must have erupted from his cock since I last saw him. The number of times he must have lay naked in his bed wanking, not realising one phone call would have brought him a willing mouth into which to shoot his cum.

It was a Tuesday evening and I hadn’t been home from work long. I was feeling incredibly horny all day, and wasted no time throwing off my clothes and getting into a hot shower. I soaped myself down under the hot water, gravitating towards my cock and balls. I loved the feeling of the gel between my legs, and I slowly began massaging my large cock with the soapy water gently rubbing back and forth from my arsehole to my wet hanging bollocks. My cock always looked so impressive in the shower. My oversized mushroom head, bulbous and glistening, and my balls hanging heavily as they soaked up the hot water.

Just as I was getting into my rhythm the phone rang. The answer machine was on, but the caller cut off just as the machine kicked in. I was expecting an important call from work, and hoped that wasn’t it. I waited to see if it rang again. The missed call had made me forget I was in the middle of a wank, and I let the water flow over me as the remainder of the soap washed away, and my cock subsided. After a couple of minutes the phone rang again. I jumped out of the shower without grabbing a towel to pick it up.

‘Hello’, I said.

‘Hi cousin I thought you were out, so I was just about to leave you a message.’

It was Cousin Craig. I felt my heart skip a beat, and my mouth go dry.

‘Craig’ I said, trying to sound as cool as I could. ‘Long time no speak. How’s it going?’

As I stood there naked, I didn’t care that I was dripping water onto the bathroom floor.

‘Not to bad mate. I have been meaning to call you, but I’ve just eer been…’

‘It’s really fine’ I said ‘I was beginning to think you might have fled the country’

‘Nah’ he said ‘I’ve just been tied up. One of the reasons I wanted to speak to you was to check you were okay about the other week’

I felt my hear skip a beat again. ‘I’m cool with what happened if you are.’ I said, still trying to talk through a dry mouth.

‘Fuck, that’s a relief, I thought you might be really pissed with me for getting so drunk and leading you astray like that.’

‘I hardly think it was all you’ I said.

‘That bitch was really hot for it wasn’t she’ he said. ‘I still get hard at the thought of you going ten to the dozen on the bonnet of the car after I’d finished with her. I felt my cock stiffen.

‘And then back at your place. It’s years since I’ve watched porn and wanked with another guy like that. It was like being back at school.’

As he talked he made no reference to anything other than wanking back at my house. Did he really have no recollection of me being between his large legs with his hard cock between my lips, my hand holding his massive balls? Did he really have no memory of holding my head on his cock as he shot spurt after spurt of his hot white spunk down my throat? I knew he was drunk, but was he really that drunk? I felt really confused. He was either a better actor than I thought he was, or he had been really drunk and just had no re-collection of the latter goings on of that evening.

Maybe he was just referring to the dogging and wanking when he left me that note.

‘Listen’ he said ‘I don’t know if you’re interested, but I’ve got a slapper coming over to my place tonight who I think might be up for a threesome.’ I felt my heart skip a beat yet again. I was still standing on the wooden floor, and looking down I could see my engorged cock was standing to attention. ‘What time is she coming?’ I heard myself say. ‘I’ve just got out the shower.’ ‘In about half an hour’ he said. ‘But I have to sound her out first. Give me about an hour to get her cunt warmed up, and then just turn up unexpectedly. We can take it as it comes. It will be great if we can fuck her together’

When I put down the phone my dick was still standing at 90 degrees. It just didn’t seem to want to go down. I dried myself off and tucked my still half erect dick into my Calvin Kleins, stepped into a pair of jeans and got dressed as sexily as I could. I didn’t want this woman to turn me down because she didn’t like the look of me. I put a bit of product in my hair and realised I was ready…but still had about forty five minutes to wait before I left the house.

I tried to distract myself. I went online for a while to take my mind off things. Porn seemed to pass the time the quickest. But as I sat there just flipping through clips of couples fucking, I kept thinking about the ‘slapper’ at Craigs flat. Wondering how he would be ‘warming her cunt up.’ My dick was ready to burst through my jeans, and I had to stop myself from whipping out my cock there and then in case I couldn’t stop myself. Eventually it was time to leave the house. I locked my front door, got into my car. I turned on the engine. As I pulled away I noticed how dark it was outside, and how silent it was inside my car. All I could hear was my breathing. All I could feel was the sexual tension that engulfed my body.

‘In thirty minutes’, I thought. ‘In thirty minutes I will be there.’

I stood outside Craigs house listening to the sound of the night traffic rushing by. I rang the bell and waited. A minute passed and there was no answer. I rang the bell again. When eventually the door opened, Craig beckoned me into the dimly lit hallway. ‘Hi mate’ he said. ‘I thought you’d never get here. I’m so fuckin horned up.’ All he wore was a short white T-shirt. My eyes were immediately drawn to his crotch, as my mind flashed back to when I had last seen him like this – passed out on my settee, oblivious to the ‘abuse’ I put him through. From the smile on his face and the glistening of his cock, I knew it had just been withdrawn from cunt. His thick, uncut manhood was semi-erect, larger than limp, but not hanging as it would soft. I noticed his slightly stretched foreskin halfway across his tip, and those magnificent duck eggs hanging heavily in their saggy sack. ‘Pamela’s upstairs’ he said quietly. ‘I’ve told her you are just here to watch. But she’s fucking gagging for it. Let me go upstairs for a couple of minutes and then just come in and wait for my signal.’

I watched as he walked up the stairs. His large muscular arse tightening with every step. I waited about two minutes, which seemed like about an hour, and then followed. The house was deadly silent except for a few sounds coming from the bedroom. As I approached the bedroom door in virtual darkness, inside the room was dimly lit by a few candles s**ttered around the room, adding to the sexual tension that filled the air.

As I stood at the door I could see Pamela on the bed, dressed in black stockings, and a suspender belt…but nothing else. She looked to be in her late thirties. She was voluptuous without being overweight and as the large double bed faced the door the first view I got of her was flat on her back with her thighs spread and her neatly trimmed candlelit cunt staring straight at me. I felt my cock stiffen under my jeans, and had this urge to tear them off and get between her legs and fuck her. Craig had his back to me, his knees on either side of her head as he fed her his cock. Both his hands holding the back of her head as he lunged back and forth sliding his cock in an out of her eager throat. With his legs slightly spread I watched as his balls swang out of control as he thrust his hips back and forth.. As she devoured his cock, so she massaged her cunt with her fingers. I could see the folds of her hairy pussy being parted as her eager fingers explored her wetness. A wetness I wanted to explore…with my tongue, with my fingers, with my cock. Craig looked around and grinned at me, beckoning me into the room.

I stood about a foot away from the base of the bed and watched like a peeping Tom. They carried on as if I was not there.. Craig turned around over her head, allowing her to see me standing there as his balls rested against her head. His erect cock was pointing in my direction, shadowing her face, glistening in the glow of light. I had almost forgotten how big my cousin was fully erect and once again I had an overwhelming urge to rush forward and take him in my mouth. He looked at me as he bent over her body, letting his balls fall onto her mouth, which she began to suck as he stretched forward between her spread legs and began lapping at her wet garden.

As he eat her cunt, Craig would look up to watch my reaction. He must have realised how turned on I was. I could hold back no longer. As I stood in front of them I unzipped my tight jeans to release my aching cock which sprang out of my underwear. My large cut mushroom head was bulging and I started to masturbate, as he continued to eat her pussy. I was only a couple of feet from his face. He then replaced his tongue with his fingers, which allowed him to watch me beating my meat, which seemed to fascinate him as his hands delved in and out of her slit. By now she was writhing about on the bed, appearing to be close to orgasm. Her moans became words. ‘Of fuck me, please fuck me’ she begged. ‘I want you in me. Fuck me now you bastard!’ Cousin Craig didn’t need to be told twice.

He reversed his body so he was kneeling at her open thighs, and I watched as he guided his thick condomless penis towards her gash. He teased her with its head before thrusting deep inside her, as she cried out in pleasure at the sudden intrusion of his battering ram. He grinded away for a few seconds, almost locking his arse in place, before starting to move his hips up and down, his hard thick cock sliding in and out, gaining momentum like a piston on a steam engine. I continued to wank as I continued to watch. It was a****listic the way he overpowered her body. Watching her cunt penetrated as his masculine arse bounced up and down. The swinging motion of his huge hanging bollocks as he totally dominated her

Craig looked around at me, and with his head motioned me to the side of the bed, as he seemed to bring her closer to a climax. I moved closer as she writhed in ecstasy, I placed my rock hard cock a few inches away from her face.. I watched Craigs face as she greedily reached out, taking hold of my balls and pulling my equipment towards her face. I could tell by the look on her face – this was a woman who needed cock, who needed my cock…and needed it badly. And by the look on Craigs face, I was beginning to think he might need cock too…almost as much as her.

Her dainty hand on my balls felt firm and tight, and as the swollen head of my cock reached her lips so her eager tongue protruded and rolled over my mushroom head before allowing me to slide my pole down her throat. I could feel her opening wide to accommodate me as I began slowly to fuck her lips. Her mouth felt good and wet and warm and I was able to slide my whole 8″ into her. I could have happily emptied my semen down her throat there and then but I wasn’t going to waste it.

There was a sense of pure sex in the air, and I was getting as much out of watching Craig pump away between her thighs as I was fucking her throat. He grinned at me ‘She’s good isn’t she? Come on bitch suck his cock. Suck his big fat cock’

I was getting closer to a climax than I wanted to admit. If she had tugged on my smooth bollocks any harder she would have been tasting a mouthful of spunk. Fortunately it was then that Craig pulled his wet cock out of her equally wet slit and motioned me me to take his place.

I didn’t need any encouragement, pulling my cock out of her mouth and kneeling where Craig had been a few seconds before. The only thing that would have been hotter would have been if my cousin had ejaculated his hot white juice in her and my cock had been sliding in and out of his cum.

‘Fuck her hard. She loves it hard’ he said. ’Tell him how you like it’

‘I like it hard.’ She said. As hard as you want. Use me! Fuck me! Hard!’

I looked around for a condom, but Craig said ‘Just fuck her.’

I needed no more encouragement and thrust my condomless cock deep inside her mound. If she wanted it hard she was going to get it hard. I used my thick pole like a battering ram as i slid easily inside her warm wet cunt. With each thrust I felt my pelvic bone crash against her, and with each thrust Pamela moaned loudly. I didn’t care whether it was in pain or in ecstasy.

Kneeling on the bed by us, Craig watched, rubbing his cock against her slightly saggy tits, as I gave her all I had. He was squeezing the tip of his cock against her pink swollen nipple, allowing his pre-cum to drip out of his uncircumcised snake.

‘Is he big enough for you?’ he asked ‘

‘Oh I love it. I love it ‘ she cried. ‘I want you both!

‘Perhaps you could do with a few extra fingers.’ He said, as he moved behind us.

I had no idea what he was going to do, but as he knelt by her thigh I felt his large hand on my left shoulder, as his right hand thrust quickly between my legs and inserted his fingers inside her cunt pummeling against the rhythm of my cock. As his fingers thrust in and out, it almost felt as if I was being wanked by him at the same time.

To make it even better his arm was pressing against my balls, so I had the extra stimulation of what felt like a massive cock against my ready to explode balls.

‘You like that. You like that? ‘ he said

I felt like yelling out, ’Yes!.Yes! I love it’ But I knew he was talking to her. Pamela continued to moan like a bitch on heat. Her body thrashing about beneath me as she embedded her fingernails in my firm arse cheeks.

I could still feel my cock against Craig’s thick fingers as I plunged away. At times it was almost as if they were paying more attention to my cock than her cunt. I wasn’t complaining.

As my bursting cock thrust in and out I felt Craig’s fingers begin to make longer strokes moving towards my testicles. As I continued to bounce between Pamela’s thighs I realized whilst Craig’s left hand was still on my shoulder, his right hand was now fully on my now wet balls, holding and massaging them as I slid in and out.

I knew I could hold back no longer. My cock needed to explode. I was about to shout out ‘I’m cumming’ when Pamela did it for me. She started panting like a dog. ‘I’m cumming, I’m cumming’ I’m cumming’ she repeated over and over, and as her body arched I felt the surge in my cock as my plums tightened in Craig’s hand, as I ejaculated what seemed like gallons of hot cum deep inside her desperate body. Spurt after spurt after spurt. My thrusting got slower as I felt my spunk subside. I collapsed against Pamela’s body, as I felt Craig release my balls from his grasp. I pulled my half-erect cock out of Pamela’s soaking cunt, as Craig almost pushed me aside in his eagerness to slide his massive erection inside her again. I smiled at the idea that maybe he liked the idea of pumping in my cum.

I moved to the top of the bed facing Craig, and knelt with my knees on either side of Pamela’s head. My cock was still fairly stiff and I let it hang heavily over Pamela’s face as Craig started fucking her again. Despite the fact that I had just cum, I knew I would be able to cum again almost immediately. Something I had not done so quickly since my youth. My loose balls rested on her forehead as I started to stroke my cock as I watched Craig’s masculine arse gaining speed between Pamela’s legs. Pamela was still moaning, and it was obvious she was still in the throes of cumming. I’ve never quite understood how it works for a woman, but once they start, some of them just seem to cum forever. And this was the case with Pamela, filled to bursting with his oversized meat Writhing and thrusting in delight beneath his huge torso.

Craig’s arse pounded faster and faster and his breathing got heavier. I knew he didn’t have long to go, and I could feel I was getting close again, as I wanked my cock harder and faster.

‘Cum on my face,’ she cried ‘ soak my face.’

Suddenly Craig started repeating ‘oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck’ a phrase that I remembered from when he was at my house, pissed out of his head on my sofa, and I was kneeling between his legs with his cock in my mouth, erupting down my throat. I knew now he was at the point of no return. I was too.

As I pointed my cock towards Pamela’s face, so Craig withdrew from her cunt, raising his body like a baying wolf. His massive cock pointing towards the end of the bed. As my semen splashed heavily over her face, I never once took my eyes off Craig’s penis. It shone in the candlelight, huge and magnificent, and then, with what seemed like slow motion, the tip of his cock opened like a hose, releasing a gush of thick white semen along the length of Pamela’s body.

It erupted with such force, the first spurt shot above Pamela’s head and splashed against my flat but slightly hairy stomach. His second spurt landed on her forehead and continued down her face. As his third spurt, not travelling so far, landed on her plump tits, so I could feel his hot semen dibbling from my stomach towards the base of my cock. He moved up her body, towards her face as his shots got shorter until he was kneeling below her head, while I kneeled above it. Our cocks were pushed towards her lips from either side so she could drain the last few drops from our tired cocks. I could feel his cock against mine. As she licked away at our shrinking snakes that now hung over her face, my chest was now inches away from Craig’s and our faces were almost touching. He looked so fucking handsome, kneeling in front of me smiling like a cat who had just got the cream, that I was overcome with an uncontrollable urge to kiss my handsome cousin, as he knelt there

But I knew that would definitely be one step to far., and fortunately for me, as soon as she had cleaned the last few drops of cum off the tip of his cock with her mouth climbed off the bed and went into the bathroom.

Pamela looked exhausted. I smiled to myself at the sight of her face covered in our sticky cum. A couple of minutes before it had looked so hot, but now it just looked ridiculous.

I climbed off the bed where she lay without saying a word.. Her legs were still spread., looking like she was waiting for the rest of the ‘rugby team.’ If I hadn’t cum twice already I would have probably fancied another go between her thighs. But my dick was softening quickly and I knew I was spent for the next few hours…at least.

There was a silence in the room as I looked around for my clothes, which were s**ttered on the floor. I used my white Calvins to clean the remains of Craig’s spunk off my stomach and began to get dressed.

Craig returned from the bathroom, his equipment looked even bigger soft than it had hard. He really did posses a set of genitals that would make most porn stars jealous. He threw a damp white flannel at Pamela, where it landed directly on her face.

‘You might want this’ he said to her.

‘How was it for you’ he asked, looking at me.

‘Fucking amazing’ I said. ‘Just what the doctor ordered.’

As we talked she wiped her face removing the mass of cum we had deposited there. She then cleaned her tits, paying attention to her large pink nipples from where the cum had dribbled into the sheets. But as she was about to wipe the flannel over her neatly trimmed pussy, Craig jumped in..

‘Don’t do that Babe I’m coming back in. I’m ready for another round..’

‘I’d thought the party was over, and I’d already pulled on my jeans. But I’d cum twice and was happy to leave them to it. I’ve got to get back’ I said.

‘No problem mate. We can do this again.’ Craig said. As he started tugging at his erecting cock.

‘Anytime you want’ said Pamela. ‘And if you have any friends.’

‘Just pull the door on your way out mate’ he said climbing back onto the bed, kneeling once again between Pamela’s thighs and guiding his stiffening cock with his hand back inside her happy cunt. ‘Speak to you later’

I left the room and walked back down the stairs as listening to the sound of sex.. Part of me would have liked to stay and watch, but my initial sexual desire was flushed so I left them too it, without too much regret.

I pulled the front door shut, returned to my car and drove home. I could still feel the stickiness between my legs of the mixture of Pamela’s juices and Craig’s cum. As I drove I thought of Craig still pounding away between Pamela’s thighs, wondering if Craig and I would ever move that one step further.

Logic told me no, but some nagging voice at the back of my mind assured me that it probably wasn’t going to be too long before my sexy Cousin Craig had his willing lips around my ever-willing cock. But only ime would tell.

It wasn’t until about three weeks later that I heard from cousin Craig.

It was late on a Sunday afternoon. I was sitting in front of my PC watching a video called ‘ The Milkman Makes You Cum Twice’ starring the extremely fuckable Matt Hughes. Matt was dressed as a milkman and was getting his beautiful cock sucked by one of his customers in the front hall. I have been a fan of Matts for a while, but even more so when I first noticed that his cock and balls were very similar to Craigs. Whenever I knocked one out to a Matt Hughes video, I also had the luxury of imagining it was Craig on the video, if ever I wanted a change. (Not that I could ever get bored of Matt Hughes.)

When the doorbell rang, I put the video on pause, re-adjusted my trousers to conceal the erection that a few minutes later would have been pointing at the computer, and made my way downstairs. The doorbell rang again. I could see through the opaque glass that it was someone tall, but at this time of day I assumed it would be a Jehovah’s witness or someone trying to sell something. You can imagine my surprise when I opened it to find Craig standing there.

‘Hi cousin, how you doin?’ he said, smiling from ear to ear, looking as horny as ever.

I could tell he had been drinking, from the faint smell of alcohol on his breath. But he didn’t seem drunk.

‘I just finished a game of rugby with the lads and as it was just around the corner from you I thought I’d pay you a visit.’

If I’d have known I’d have come and watched you play’ I said.

‘What, you and a whole rugby team? I don’t think so’ he laughed.

I wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that comment, but I smiled anyway.

‘Are you going to come in, or are you just going to stand there and make the doorway look untidy?’ I asked.

Craig lumbered past me.

‘I just had a few drinks with the lads after the match’ he said. ‘I thought I could let the alcohol wear off and then perhaps you could drive me back to my car.’

‘That will be no problem’ I said. ‘Come in and I’ll make you a cup of coffee.

Craig followed me into the kitchen, where I turned the kettle on. As I was doing so Craig opened my fridge and took a can of lager out of the door. He opened the can and knocked most of it back in one go. Somehow I had a feeling he wouldn’t be driving today.

‘God you always have such crap lager in your house’ Craig said, crushing the empty can with one hand tossing it into the bin and taking another can out of the fridge.

‘If you don’t like it don’t drink it’ I replied.

‘So what did you think of the other week?’ he suddenly asked. ‘Fuckin’ amazing eh?’ I laughed.

‘She loved your dick mate. She wants us to do it again. Soon. Just thinking about you pounding away between her legs is giving me a stiffy’ he said reaching into his jeans and adjusting himself as if it was the most natural thing on earth.

‘What happened after I left?’ I inquired.

‘I emptied my balls into her one more time, and then showed her the door’ he said.

‘She’s only after cock. Once she’s had her fill she just goes back to her husband as if nothing has happened.’

‘I held back a little’ I said ‘as I didn’t know how dirty she liked it.’

‘She loves being treated like a whore’ he said, I was holding back as well, as I didn’t know what you’d think of me being really vile to her. But she loves it. The dirtier the better.’

‘I think I pulled a muscle in my groin, banging the old slapper. Afterwards I had this fuckin’ terrible pain in one of my bollocks, but after a couple of days it went, and I’ve test driven them quite a few times since and there doesn’t seem to be a problem.’

It was me now who needed re-arranging. I could feel my dick stirring in my jeans, coming to life, but I let it be. My Cousin was really beginning to confuse me. He was a real lad. He was one of the boys. He fucked women senseless. So why was I getting a vibe off him that made me think he was trying to turn me on?

‘I wish I’d filmed us fucking her’ he said suddenly. We could have watched it and knocked one out together.’

‘I’d never let anyone film me fucking’ I said. Those things always get out.

‘So what’ Craig said. ‘I’ve filmed myself loads of times. I don’t give a fuck who sees the, as long as its not family.’

‘Does that include me?’ I asked smiling.

‘Nah mate. I haven’t got anything you’ve not seen before. You can rent out the whole library if you want. Actually I think I’ve got a couple with me now, but they are on tape. A rugby mate said he’d transfer them to DVD for me. I meant to give them to him today but I forgot.’

‘I could probably transfer them for you’ I said, ‘if they fit my machine.’

Craig reached into his bag full of his muddy rugby kit and brought out two VHS videos.

‘These are them’ he said, holding them up.

‘I’ll have to transfer them onto my hard drive and then transfer them to disc.’ I said.

The aroma of sex had begun to fill the air again as Craig had handed me two video.. I tried to act nonchalantly, but it was one of those heart beating faster moments, and I could hardly wait to get them on my machine. I suddenly realised I could only copy them in my bedroom. But when I told them he didn’t blink an eye.

‘Do you want me to do them now’ I asked.

‘Yeah sure’ he said lets grab a few beers and have a look’

He opened the fridge door and took out another two lagers. I had the tapes in my hand and started towards my bedroom. My cousin followed. As we ascended the stairs I tried to make sure he didn’t notice me slipping my hand into my jeans and adjusting my rock hard cock.

My bedroom is a plain room with plain cream walls. It consists of a large bed against one wall and a 32” flat screen TV in the corner opposite. There are bedside tables on either side of the bed, a matching chest of drawers and a chair opposite the bed in the other corner.

As I moved towards the TV Craig immediately kicked off his shoes and sat length ways on my bed, propping himself up with two pillows against the headboard.

‘I can’t remember when I last saw these tapes’ he said, ‘I’m not even sure if I remember what’s on them.’

I put the first tape into the machine and pressed a couple of buttons. I’d copy them onto my hard drive and then transfer them back to DVD later.

‘Well you’re about to find out’ I said as I sat on the floor at the end of the bed, as the tape started.

I heard Craig open another lager as we both watched the screen. I’m not going to go into detail as to what was on those tapes, but believe me when I say I saw every inch of my cousin and the ‘slappers’ he was fucking, and from every conceivable angle. As the first tape played, Craig explained that most of the girls were filmed without them knowing.

He’d hidden the camera on top of a cupboard and shot them without their knowledge. I felt a bit sorry for the girls, as God knows who Craig had showed these tapes to, but as they say ‘all fair in love and fucking.’

From watching the first half hour or so, you really got the feeling that these girls/women were really being used by my cousin. Some of them were in and out in less than ten minutes. But having said that, I was not there to judge, and in truth I was really impressed at how much pussy he actually got.

I remained sitting on the floor with a raging hard on in my tight jeans as I watched the action. I have always been a bit of a voyeur and the amateurishness of the tapes was a massive turn on. It was like watching those short clips on xtube, which I always found much sexier than the professional porn.

Just hearing their voices, and their grunts and groans, and seeing my cousin once again naked and pouncing between a ladies thighs was more than enough. If I had been watching these alone I would have had my trousers down and been wanking my cock a long time ago. But at the moment I was on my best behavior. That all changed when I glanced around to see what my cousin was doing, to find Craig laying on the bed with his trousers and pants almost at his knees playing with himself as he watched the screen.

I felt my stomach turn over. He smiled at me as if it was the most natural thing in the world, while one of his hands stroked his cock as the other payed attention to his pendulous balls.

‘What you doing sitting on the floor? Come up on the bed.’

I didn’t need to be told twice. I stood up, aware that my cock was about to force its way out of my jeans, and also aware that if Craig looked towards my nether regions, he would not miss my obvious bulge.

He grinned as I approached the bed, still keeping his eyes on the screen and still playing with himself. As I got on the bed Craig moved slightly sideways to give me room next to him. The casualness of it all made me feel even more nervous. I had no idea what was going to happen, but I just did as I was told. I sat on the bed by him and he moved over to give me a bit more room.

His penis stood hard and erect in the air, exactly as I remembered it. Exactly as I had wanked over it, time after time after time. I think I could recognize his cock in an identity parade of a thousand cocks. His and Matt Hughes’. I’d recognize them anywhere. Two of the most perfect cocks in the world.

‘Don’t keep those on on my account’ he said, signaling to my trousers.. ‘I don’t want to drink alone.’

I immediately remembered him saying exactly the same phrase when we were alone that first time in my house watching porn together. It was too much of a coincidence, and I began to wonder whether he might have done this sort of thing before.

I couldn’t imagine my straight cousin having had a gay encounter, but maybe wanking with his mates, watching porn was a normal thing they did when they were all together.

The empty cans of lager were on the bedside table.

He continued to watch himself fucking on tape, but also watched me as I undid my jeans and kicked them with my underwear and socks ont