PT. 2 [True story] Steamy weekend with my hot straight cousin (before he proposed to his girlfriend)
(READ PART 1 HERE)
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TL;DR: The Prequel Pt. 2
I finally got my hands—and everything else—on my "straight" cousin, Lorenzo, and honestly? It was a narcissistic dream come true. I’m fully aware that everyone else wants him, but I’m the one actually getting him, and that makes me feel incredibly powerful.
We moved from the risky gazebo to his bedroom because I wanted to see "the beast" in him. I challenged him to stop being so gentle and to treat me like the best lay of his life. It worked. After a long session of me basically worshipping him and him losing all his inhibitions, we reached a point of total, aggressive sync.
Do I care that we're cousins or that it's "sinful"? Not even a little. To me, he’s a Greek god, I’m the only one who truly knows how to handle him, and this is officially our new favorite "hobby." I’m fine with burning in hell as long as I’m the one he keeps coming back to.
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THE "PREQUEL TO THE ACTUAL BUSINESS" PT. 2:
...as my insanely sexy and good-looking straight cousin was busy jamming his sizeable member in and out of my hole (raw) while sucking my nipples at 2 in the morning...
...I took in the bewildering scent of his sweaty hair, kissed his eyes, while my thoughts shifted between the fear of getting caught and me, basically living the dream of many women— and gay men for that matter. (Because we're doing it in a friggin' gazebo gobsmacked between five houses, seven villas, and a big ol’ shared garage people walked in and out of all the time.)
He's quite an object of desire to many, me included, but that desire of mine was already being fulfilled.
I didn't want it to end. He's mine at that very moment, and I knew that he'll be mine again and again for the foreseeable future. (More on that later.)
A lot of our mutual friends and some of my schoolmates have even asked me for his phone number and his socials on numerous occasions...
...I can't help but chuckle so selfishly and narcissistically about this whole situation, about how my swollen ass filled with his girthy cock and cum is very much a subject of envy to so many.
What's even crazier is the fact that he's my first cousin; our fathers are actual brothers.
Messed up? Sure.
Deplorable? To many, not to us.
Does it bother me? Not in the slightest.
Worth it? DEFINITELY.
I'm fine with the thought of burning in hell for all eternity if this is the kind of interaction I get to have with THE hottest cousin in the family (and, arguably, one of the hottest men in town, if not THE hottest) whenever we're alone.
The idea turned me on so much that I suddenly found myself noticing that he's being careful with how he made his movements. I knew he was, I knew he cared about me a lot, but I wanted him to unleash what he's been hiding from me...
...from anyone he's fucked in the past.
I want him to realise that I'm the best lay he'll ever have, no limits. That fucking is always 1000% all or nothing with me.
I want him to let go of the slightest ounce of hesitation, inhibition— that he can be a total beast when it comes to me, and I'll welcome that form of him with open arms.
I want him to keep coming back to me regardless of whether he ends up with another girl, guy, or even if he ends up getting married. Karma and hell be damned, I've been waiting for this:
"Cous, harder. Go as deep as you can. I can take it. I'll take it. Don't stop until I tell you to. I beg you."
That caught Lorenzo's attention.
His wet mouth released my right nipple with a resounding "pop", looked up at me with furrowed eyebrows and a genuine look of worry on his face:
"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."
"I just want you so bad. You have no idea. I know you're holding back."
"Okay, I won't hold back."
He gave my nipple another lick, my mouth, then gestured for me to pull away from him; he gently lifted me up from my hips, kissing my chest as I rose.
"What's going on?" I said to him, puzzled, while I pulled up my pants as he tied his.
"Let's go to my room so you'll be more comfortable."
We hurriedly cleared the tables, switched off the lights in the gazebo, then placed the chairs next to the pool where they belong so the maids won't have to wake up to a huge mess in the morning. Nobody wants that.
As I closed the dishwasher, Lorenzo grabbed my hand and led me towards his villa. The 2-minute walk felt like 20 minutes.
No speaking, he just held my hand like I was a lost kid, doing small circles on my knuckles.
I felt butterflies in my tummy, and I can see that he was grinning, too, with every lamp post that passed by— grinning at the idea of us continuing this dirty deed in his bedroom.
Refreshing cold air enveloped my legs as he slid the door open. The scent of Diptyque Baies made me feel even more excited as I walked in.
He gave me another gentlemanly French kiss as his hand gently lowered towards the small of my back, sliding the door shut with the other.
We stripped each other naked as we kissed our way towards the shower— not wasting a second of this blissful, undeniably sinful moment.
We giggled as we lathered up and scrubbed each other, just as I expected. He carefully avoided my man parts but made up for it with all the rubbing on my asshole— yet, he didn't mind at all when my hard-on touched his hips or cock. He actually pressed harder against me almost every time it happened.
At one point, I even held his big cock between my legs and let him hump me as we kissed. It felt so good to have a man's big member rubbing you between the legs, balls, and all.
I didn't get to show off my skills at giving head in the gazebo, so I wanted to showcase it at this moment...
...while I was giving his dick a good, consistent pump, I worked my tongue away from his mouth, towards his right earlobe, gently sucking it. Then, I slithered my way into his ear (which made him aggressively grab my butt cheeks towards him). I then proceeded to lick my way down his neck, not forgetting a bit of sucking on his throat bump...
...down the middle of his chest, moving from one nipple to another with little playful nibbles that sent shivers down his spine. He moaned with mutterings of "Fuuuuckkkk", "Oh God, cous!" and "Soo... goood..." here and there...
...of course, I did my very best to pleasure every bulging muscle, every indentation of his abs, every throbbing vein. Kisses here and there, his gloriously apparent V line with skin that's ever so slightly darker than the rest of his hips...
...I licked the crucifix tattoo on his left hip, borderline worshipping it until I reached the valley where his crotch met his inner thigh. Then, I gave it a gentle tickle using my tongue, which made him curl, both of us loud with our usual "best friend" laugh— then abruptly stopped in hopes of no one hearing us.
A few seconds of silence later, there I was, a wet polar bear kneeling in front of a Greek god with his big cock casting a shadow over my face.
The Greek god folded his arms behind his head, teasing, showing off his huge biceps and perfectly bushy armpits— fully aware that this would make the polar bear even more crazily lustful than he already was.
Smiles slowly morphed into a serious expression of burning desire for... more.
Just as I was about to swallow the head of his penis, I surprised Lorenzo by suddenly racing my tongue from his balls all the way up to his left armpit, which made him whimper as quietly as he could, begging me to stop. I aggressively lunged at his armpit once more— this forced Lorenzo to pin me against the wall by my wrists.
I was so surprised at how powerful he was. I've never experienced this sort of "roughness" from him. He’s always been very gentle towards me, that this kind of scared me— albeit, in a good way.
So, to "calm" the beast down, I slowly pulled out my tongue and licked his rock-hard biceps. He savoured the opportunity to mirror my moves on my ears and neck.
Our mouths and tongues met once again, then he said:
"I'll go wait for you on the bed, love."
I had a go at the bidet, making sure I wouldn’t cause any accident that might derail the start of our new "hobby".
As I stepped out of the bathroom, I could hear the comforting hum of the air conditioner, cream canvas curtains adorning the familiar room from floor to ceiling, and, yet again, my favourite room fragrance lingering in the air, stronger this time around— the one I recommended to him a while back.
All the lamps were turned off except for the cove lights that made his Balinese-style bedroom look even more romantic.
And then, there he was, Lorenzo, my gorgeous straight cousin, sitting at the corner of the bed with damp hair looking like he just stepped out of a magazine cover with a grey towel wrapped around his lower half, waiting to be unwrapped by none other than myself.
He patted the empty space next to him, head tilted to the right, looking at me from head to toe, then said:
"Come here..." I didn't bother to sit.
I knelt in front of him, then ran my hand between his legs while he voluntarily spread them apart for me. I parted the slit of the towel, staring at his soft cock. He watched me with eagerness while I licked his calves, knees, inner thighs, then met his gaze...
...moved on to gently sucking his balls, twirling my tongue from one testicle to another as he moaned and shuddered with every stroke and gentle tugs from my lips and front teeth.
Then I finally made my way to his big, throbbing cock that was rock hard by then.
Started from his perineum up to his balls, encircled my tongue around the base of his thick cock, feeling, tasting every vein until I reached for the dew of cum pooling on the tiny hole at the tip.
I sucked it off and showed him that I swallowed that precious juice of his. His jaw dropped while I did it, simultaneously letting out a loud gasp as he gently held the back of my head with this yearning look on his face, as if he's begging me to finally take the whole thing down my throat.
Which I did.
As I was having my way with his member, I figured out why his cock felt so good in me-- as if it's designed for my use.
The tip was slightly wider than the base-- mushroom head. The stem of his cock bulges outwards in the middle, then slightly tapers down the base. The whole thing has this sort of gorgeous upward curvature that perfectly hits my g-spot every time.
Pinkish head, slightly brown skin, veiny. Delicious.
I gave him head for probably half an hour, both of us taking vape and French kiss breaks every 5-minute deep throating session, about the exact time he tells me he's about to "burst".
I interrupted him a handful of times to the point that he's already starting to complain of blue balls.
Who am I to not give mercy to a needy man?
By the time I was done having my fun, the sun was already starting to shine through the curtains, but for some reason, we never seemed to run out of energy. The "getting started" phase only met its end the moment he asked me:
"You want to be bred by me, right?"
"My balls are going to burst; they need to be emptied, cous."
Those were all I needed to hear from Lorenzo while I was wrapped in his big, manly arms. I let out a big cloud that reeked of minty watermelon, kissed his bicep with gentle sucking, and said:
"Thought you'd never ask."
He leapt up while I was still on my back, flipped me over as if I weighed nothing, then pushed down between my shoulder blades:
"Let me return the favour first."
Next thing I know, my ass cheeks were aggressively spread apart, and a loud moan came from him as he ate my ass, treating it as if it were a woman's genitals.
Tongue flicks, twirls, stabs, gentle sucking, slurping... spelling the alphabet from A to Z then backwards-- damn, he sure knew what he was doing, and all I could do was bite into the pillow to mute my loud moans and grunts.
He went up for air then said:
"Fuck, your ass tastes a lot cleaner than my ex's pussy. Don't mind if I enjoy it some more?"
I couldn't even respond. I didn't expect a straight guy to enjoy my ass as much as he would eating at a 5-star buffet restaurant. I was mindblown. For real.
I was the luckiest best friend on Earth. I still am.
Can't recall how long he took down there, but it sure felt like he took his sweet time because I kept begging for him to fuck me multiple times, but every time I said it, his tongue, the sucking of his lips, and the rubbing of his stubble would just get more and more aggressive.
Until he finally, finally, said: “Okay, debt paid, it's time to get my best friend pregnant."
"FINALLY."
I flipped over, placed a pillow under my lower back, legs apart to welcome him...
...giving him full access to the greatest depths of my flesh.
Lorenzo: "Okay, harder, balls deep as you wish, but slow at first, mmkay, love?"
Me: "Yes, love."
"...moan in my mouth if you want me to progress into Super Saiyan mode."
"You're such a Dragonball nerd."
He let out a slight laugh as he spat on his fingers, rubbed it all over his cock. I did the same but used it to make my ass moist instead.
I was so ready and relaxed at this point that we were surprised with the lack of involuntary resistance from my body. We both let out a sigh of euphoria as our bodies connected in the most natural way possible.
He felt amazing inside me. He didn't do the typical push-and-pull as any top or straight guy would do out of instincts. Instead, he twirled, did all sorts of movements with his hips while buried deep inside me, making me gasp for air.
It was pretty obvious that this prick was ruthlessly challenging me to not make any sort of suspicious noise as the gardeners started their day. All I could do was cover my mouth with both hands because all the pillows were already on the floor at that point, which he strategically pushed away with every nipple sucking and neck kissing he did to me.
With every twirl of his hips, upward thrust, and sudden balls-deep attack into my innards, all I could do was helplessly scratch or beat his humongous chest with my fists— bad idea, as this made him even more progressively playful with his attacks.
This went on and on until he decided that he’d had his fun. He switched back to romancing me and drowning me with his mouth until our movements were finally in sync again, and so were our breath exchanges into each other’s lungs.
He then positioned my legs above his shoulders, took my hands, and moved them above my head so I couldn't cover my mouth. Every suppressed moan made his movements more and more aggressive to the point that I've started experiencing a strong, hot flush in my tummy area...
...the sensation slowly morphed into a melting lava that migrated down my belly button, enveloping my pubic bone, the base of my soaking wet cock (from the pre-cum and Lorenzo's sweat) all the way to my balls, asshole, radiating towards my inner thighs and calves, causing my legs to cramp and toes to curl.
My asshole involuntarily started to tighten, which made him moan in my mouth even more. The scary, yet passionate look in Lorenzo's eyes, "The Beast" that I wanted to experience, was the last thing I saw as tears and his sweat started welling up in my eyes until I couldn't see him anymore.
The next thing I remember was my back starting to arch up. The cramping of my legs and toes intensified further as Lorenzo pounded mercilessly against my raw hole— harder and harder. I was already hyperventilating, and my vision had gone black with all sorts of colours/glitters floating into view.
My face went numb. Pins and needles crawled from my lips up towards my cheeks, forehead, and scalp. My body went out of control. My body was out of control because Lorenzo had possessed it.
This is what "The Beast" was capable of, and I loved every split second of it.
"FUCK LORENZO, I'M GONNA CUM!"
"Good, I'll cum inside you once you're done."
He held my arms down harder, went in for the kill by pressing his body against mine, his shoulders breaking through my legs, thrusting upwards, making sure that my g-spot was his thick cock's punching bag, and his washboard abs served as a fleshlight for my cock.
The hot lava concentrated in my groin area finally burst out from my cock, an endless ribbon of warm jizz made his body feel euphorically slippery against mine, making all sorts of filthy, wet noises. I just kept cumming and cumming with my mouth covered by Lorenzo's as I kept screaming from the most intense (and first hands-free) orgasm I've ever experienced in my life.
I probably squirted 8 or 9 times, but my "suffering" wasn't over. My cousin kept going and going. I was about to beg him to stop because my G-spot was so fucking sensitive and worn out at that point I couldn't even breathe anymore. My whole body was involuntarily shaking...
...I thought I was truly about to suffer from cardiac arrest until:
"FUUUUUUUUUUCKKKK!" in a boomy whimper.
Endless sloppy slams of his hips against my thighs and ass...
"I'M CUMMING. IN. YOU. OH FUUUUUU--!"
Slower thrusts but with greater intensity, he frantically spread my legs wider, grasping from knee pits as he arched his back away to make sure that his lower body was as close to my ass as possible...
...as deep as he could inject his cum inside me like he promised. 12 pulses, I counted, while still semi-blind from my state of euphoria.
He slowly lowered my legs, then slumped on me, still gently thrusting in my ass, making squishy frothy noises. His mouth reached for mine as he weakly rolled over next to me.
He swung out his right arm for me, then tucked myself into him while he unfolded the sheet:
Me: "Wait, we're messy."
Him: "Nah."
Me: "Goddamn, I could get used to this."
Him: "Damn right. Why didn't we start doing this much earlier?"
We French kissed once more, then fell asleep seconds later while hugging after saying "Love you, man" to each other.
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(READ PART 1 HERE)
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(TO BE CONTINUED: THE "ACTUAL BUSINESS")