The house guest

Every stinking summer, for as long as I can remember, my
Aunt and Uncle came to visit. It had been just the two of
them it wouldn’t have been so bad, but they always brought my
cousin, Colin with them.

Colin and I were the same age, but we never had hit it
off. In some ways it was difficult to dislike Colin. He was
a smart kid, and very attractive. But he had a streak of
arrogance that irritated the hell out of me.

For years I’d been trying to find a way to get under
Colin’s skin. I finally found it. He was obsessed with
privacy. I hadn’t seen my cousin naked since we were small
boys. I remember that because his was the first cut cock I
ever saw. It had been a long time. Too long. It was high
time I found out how my dear cousin had developed over the
years.

Colin was in the bathroom, taking a shower before
turning in. I had waited, giving him ample time to undress
and get soaped up before sneaking in. God, I couldn’t wait
to see the expression on his face when I yanked back the
shower curtain.

Steam rose up over the top of the curtain as I closed
the door behind me. The running water muffled out all sound
of my invasion, Colin had no idea I was there. I reached out
for the shower curtain and yanked it back, I saw more than I
ever bargained for. I caught my stuffy cousin beating his
fat dong of a dick.

Colin was speechless. He just stood there, paralyzed,
staring back at me, mouth gaping, cock twitching.

I felt a twinge of excitement quiver through my dormant
meat as I looked him up and down.

Colin finally managed to reach out a close the curtain.
Yes! I finally had the goods on him. At last I had the
upper hand.

Colin was very quiet when he came back to the room.
“So, did you enjoy your shower? I mean, there’s nothing
quite like it to relax a guy before bed, now is there?”

“The shower was fine,” mumbled Colin.

“Are you Sure? You seem a little tense.”

“I’m not tense.”

“Maybe you’re just horny,” I suggested, somehow managing
to keep a straight face. “When you jack off you’re suppose
to do it until you cum, other wise it kinda defeats the
purpose.”

“All right,” said Colin, attempting to calm himself.
“What do you want?”

“For starters, I want you to lighten up. Pull that
board out of your ass and relax. We could become friends if
you weren’t such a prick all the time.

“You really think I’m a prick?”

“Definitely.”

“Anything else?” asked Colin.

“Since you mentioned it. You could take off those
PJ’s.”

“Get naked. Live on the wild side. Try sleeping in the
buff. You might hike it, and I’m not going to see anything I
haven’t already see, now am I?”

“You’re an ass,” grumbled Colin.

“And you’re a prick. Sounds to me like we have the
makings of a good ass fucking.”

“I don’t think so,” said Colin.

“Oh I do,” I argued. “Now strip.”

I watched as he slowly took off his pajamas and tossed
them across the foot of his bed. He was even more beautiful
than I’d thought. His upper torso was well defined, giving
way to a small waist and flat, washboard abdomen. His legs
were long and lean, rising to form narrow hips and a creamy—
white, bubble ass. He had the overall physique of an Olympic
runner.

A dense mat of dark, curly pubic hair was the only
visible hair on his entire body. His limp cock was thick
shafted, no more than four inches long. His heavily weighted
ball-sac was considerably darker than the rest of his skin,
and dangled well beyond the end of his cock. I had certainly
seen bigger dicks, but there was something about the sight of
Colin, something special, that seemed to naturally provoke my
lustful desires. My cock was hard as a rock. I wanted to
touch him so damn bad I was shaking.

Colin was uncomfortable as hell standing there naked.
He was fidgeting, but I wasn’t finished with him yet.

“Now what?” Asked Colin.

I stood up and stripped off my cloths. Colin’s eyes
dropped to check out my throbbing hardon. “Now we have some
real fun,” I whispered mischievously.

I took a step toward him and he turned pale as a ghost.
“What are you doing?”

I reached down and rubbed my thumping meat. “Tell me
something, Colin. Have you ever wondered what dick tastes
like?”

“Of course not. What do you think I am?”

“I already told you. I think your a prick. A prick
whose about to experience his first blow job.”

Colin’s face turned red. “This is crazy. You can’t be
serious?”

“Oh, but I’m afraid that I am,” I said, putting my hands
on his shoulders, squeezing until he was forced to drop to
his knees.

I smeared pre-cum over the head of my thick, eight-
inch cock and pressed it against his tight hips. “Suck it,
goddammit. Suck my fucking dick.”

Again I grazed his sensuous lips with the bloated crown
of my impatient cock. He breathed deeply, taking in the
tantalizing scent of my manhood. The muscle in his tight jaw
quivered and I knew his resistance was weakening.

Slowly Colin opened his mouth and I seized the
opportunity to ram my cock between his warm, wet hips. His
hot mouth and slimy tongue nearly buckled my knees. My lust
became strenuous, it was all I could do to hold back the
formidable wad of man juice that was building momentum in the
base of my throbbing cock.