Cousin at the Wedding

I come from a big northern family, although my immediate family and I leave separate in the southwest of England. Despite this we try and visit them a couple times a year and keep in touch every so often, mostly via Facebook or Instagram posts. The cousins don’t speak as much but that’s probably because we all vary in age and lead busy lives.

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It was late July, and I was on my way to my auntie’s wedding in Manchester. It turned out a rather warm and bright summer’s day and the blue suit I was wearing felt a little hot under the collar but manageable. I’m a five foot ten, dark haired, average sized, primary teacher, meaning I am more comfortable in cosy and practical clothing then a three piece fitted suit. However, I was feeling rather handsome as I am not used to the attire. Being a teacher, you don’t get many chances to dress up. I was travelling with my sister but was looking forward to spending the evening having a few drinks and seeing the cousins for the first time in months.

The ceremony was cute but the free bar at the venue was calling my name. Family events can drag, and I need something to keep me entertained.  My drink of choice today was a classic vodka and coke, and they were going down a treat. The evening was passing nicely, the conversations with everyone were pleasant enough, the clumsy auntie dancing was funny to watch, and the band was surprisingly good.

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It got to around half nine and my bladder was full, so I headed to the restroom. There were two restrooms at the venue, one in the main ball room and one down a side corridor that less people were using. I decided to go down the corridor to avoid the awkward lingering catch ups outside the toilets. As I had hoped they seemed fairly deserted. The music was now muffled but still in range. I downed my drink and put the plastic cup on the side before turning to a urinal. I get my cock out and start to piss. Thinking I was alone, I even began to whistle along with the song I could just about make out. Just then I heard a groan from the end cubicle. I finished pissing and walked down the room to this cubicle. Half drunk I asked if everything was alright and pushed the door open, realising it wasn’t closed.

Inside I saw my male cousin with his pants around his ankles, phone in his left hand, a sweaty forehead, and a firm grasp on his hard cock in his right hand. My cousin, Timmy, was just a few years younger than me, we were closer when we were young but haven’t spoken much the last few years. He’s a six foot, blonde, athletic man who had only turned nineteen a few weeks back. In surprise he stood up, further exposing his uncut nine inch cock, and half shouted, ‘oh shit dude sorry’.

I was planted to the floor; in my half drunkenness I couldn’t decide what to do. All I could do was stare at the beautiful, trimmed, thick cock and back up at the handsome, confused face of my cousin. After a few seconds, which felt a lot longer, I turned to the side and averted my eyes.

‘I am so sorry; did not realise you were doing that!’

He gave a muffled laugh. ‘Shit, yeah, didn’t think anyone would catch me’. The strange thing was that I could tell he wasn’t making any effort to get dressed or even cover himself.

‘I will leave you alone’. My face was now quite blushed, and I was sweating a little in embarrassment. I turned and went to walk briskly in the opposite direction.  

‘Wait!’ I could see him in the mirror, half naked with a hand raised after me.

‘What?’ I quickly responded to his attempt to stop me. I turned back to him and then away again, knowing I probably shouldn’t look. Even if I wanted to.

‘Just …’ he looked as though he was figuring out how to word his next comment. ‘Your gay, right?’

Confused I answered simply, ‘yeah, so?’

With a slight suggestive grim, he asked, ‘aren’t dudes meant to be better at giving head?’

Still confused I stammered, trying to think of an answer.

‘Shit, sorry man, I am probably making you so uncomfortable’ my cousin stated finally trying to cover himself up.

‘No, no, its fine. A lot of guys ask me that, usually not under these circumstances but I would say that a guy just knows what a guy might enjoy.’

‘What about you, you good at giving a guy something they might enjoy?’ His hands moved away again from covering himself up.

I turned back to him without saying anything, he stared at me and then gestured towards his cock. I hadn’t thought of my cousin like this before, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t now extremely turned on. I have always enjoyed riskier, public play and this was another level. Not only was it public, but he was also my cousin.

I looked around again, as if only just scanning the room for others, even though I knew we were alone. I turned back to Timmy, he was still stood there, with his trousers around his ankles, his cock bouncing in anticipation and staring straight at me. I took a step towards him.

‘What are you suggesting?’ I asked, playing dumb. I knew perfectly well he wanted me to join him, preferably on my knees.

He didn’t respond straight away; we shared a silence. I could tell he was only just thinking of how crazy this was. However, he was now talking with his dick and not his brain. Quite dominantly, he said ‘I am suggesting you get over here, I close this door and we continue this (his hand now back on his cock) together’. He held eye contact with me waiting for my response.

I didn’t reply, not with words anyway. I took the last few steps forward and closed the cubicle door. Before I turned back to face him, I gave a deep breath both in nervousness and excitement. I felt a hand on my ass and then a gentle squeeze.

‘I’ve never really looked at you like before, but fuck me I need this right now’.

I turned around and looked down. I bent at the knees and went to kneel.

‘No, no,’ Timmy grabbed me and pulled me back up. ‘If we are doing this, we are doing it right’.

He started to undress me and then himself until we were both stood almost completely naked. He was naked and I was stood there in nothing but my jockstrap. When he saw my jock, he pulled me in and whispered in my ear, ‘you wanted this didn’t you? Wearing that’.

I didn’t get a chance to speak before he was pushing me down, finally permitting me to kneel. I could smell the musky, manliness of his crotch. I almost wished he was wearing boxers so I could first fondle his growing bulge. But it was too late, he was grown, and his cock was pointing at my mouth. His balls were heavy, and his pubes were trimmed. You could tell he was proud of his cock, with the cocky grin on his face. I moved in.

I first licked the tip, tasting the precum. I was in heaven. I wasn’t sure if I could take him all, but I was going to try. The heat was intense but so was this moment. When I took the first few inches in my mouth, making sure my tongue was wet, Timmy moaned, and his head fell back. I went back and forth trying to edge more and more down his shaft each time. His hand curled around the back of my head to help me out.

I was only managing half his manhood when he clenched fingers through my hair and forced me down further. I gagged but that didn’t stop him. ‘Come on, I know you’re a better cock sucker then that’.

With his added support I was now deepthroating all of Timmy. Tears were forming in my eyes, and I could taste the precum oozing down my throat.

My own cock was rock hard and pushing at my jock. I went to let my cock hard. ‘Don’t touch him’. I stopped sudden, half of him still in my mouth. He pulled me off and pulled me up. We were now face to face again, expect this time we were skin to skin. His sweaty chest against mine. ‘You are not to touch yourself, unless I tell you too, understand?’

Heavy breathed I replied, ‘yes’.

‘Good, now turn around’.

I did as I was told, he pushed me, so my back arched, and my hands hit the cubicle door. It was a good job we were alone because he was not being quiet. He spanked my posed ass, first with his hand and then with his cock a few times. He dropped my jock; my cock was finally free. He stood up straight and pushed his cock between my legs from behind. He reached around and took my right hand; he placed it on my cock and together we stroked my now aching hard on.

This went on for a few minutes. He was kissing my neck, telling me how dirty I was for being with him and I was getting close. My heart was pounding, ‘I’m … I’m gonna …’ He stopped, he let me go. With a heavy moan I gasped, ‘wait, no’.

‘Sorry buddy but mean first’.

He spat in his hand and lubed his dick. Pushed me back on the door and slowly entered into my hole. God, I felt tight, he hadn’t prepared me at all. I could tell he was struggling and spat on his dick again, but this time he went in faster until he was fully in. I gasped loudly, he put his hand over my mouth, and we stood still for a few seconds. I had his nine inch cock deep in my ass.

When I had got a little more relaxed. He whispered, ‘you ready?’.

‘Yeah’ I gulped.

He began to slowly fuck me; I was in ecstasy. So was he. I could tell with the groans. After a minute or so, he picked up the pace. I twerked a little on his cock. Not long and he was ramming me with everything he had. I had never experienced so sexually thrilling. With each stride my dick was bouncing. My balls were tightening and that was it. I covered the cubicle wall in front of me with my ropes of hot cum.

‘Ah fuck, me too dude’. Timmy picked up the pace even more before stopping and depositing the biggest load I think I had ever received. His whole body tensed and then relaxed before fall onto me. We stood there for a few minutes, his softening cock still inside me, just catching our breathing.

He pulled out and spanked my ass a final time. ‘Thanks man and for the record, men really do know what a man likes’.

Without another word we cleaned up, dressed and one after another returned to the wedding.

Ever since then I have been getting kinky snapchats and messages from Timmy begging for a round two.