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Summary:
A drunk text changes my life...
I've been in love with my older brother for as long as I can remember, even if it took me years to realize it. Now, Jake is back in town for the first time in a year, and he's looking at me like he knows my secret. Our family Movie Night finds us stuck together for the duration of the film. Will I make it out before Jake realized I'm in love with him? Or is my secret already out?
You know no matter how much he resists this is what he craves.
It doesn't matter that he says he's only doing it so you keep paying his phone bills, his car insurance, his rent.
He says he fucking hates the drag of your cock over his tongue. He hates the way you give him no time to prepare before you're slamming into his mouth, listening to the way he gags around your length. Feeling the spit run down your shaft and dripping to the floor.
The way you smell. The way you taste. He hates how you make him do this. That you force him to his knees.
Perhaps you'd believe your son, if you didn't see the devotion in his eyes when he buries his nose in your bush. Perhaps you'd believe him, if you hadn't seen the wet stain on the front of his pants.
Maybe it's time to figure out if he hates your cock in his ass as much as he does in his mouth.
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Do you still have the story where the dad is riding his son's tongue. Trying to leave as his wife gets home but is controlled by his son.
Damn I hope I do. I don't see it in my flagged posts, so it's either buried in the blog or it was one of the unfortunate posts deleted by the higher powers that be. If I'm able to dredge it up I'll reblog it though!
Just following up on this--I did find the OG post, but when I reblogged it it was immediately flagged again. I'll have to see if I can find another work around to put it back up
8.29.25
I only knew it happen because I woke up with the photo set as my wallpaper.
At first, I didn't know what was happening. I was hungover as fuck with a pounding headache. The drinks sloshed around my stomach, my mouth felt like it was stuffed full of cotton, and I was naked. Not a good way to wake up.
It got worse when I grabbed my phone to check the time, and saw the image plastered on my wallpaper.
"No," I groaned in disbelief. I slammed my face back into my pillow and groaned.
Pictured was me, on my knees, sucking off my cousin in whatever goddamned club we'd ended up in together. I couldn't begin to figure out the most mortifying part.
That it was in public was bad enough, but throw in the fact that there was photo evidence? Probably a lot more. The thought froze my breath in my chest. I opened my phone and navigated to the photos app. A few dozen more photos of me on my knees, with Mike's dick down my throat, sat lined up in a pre-generated album. At the end of the long line of photos was a video.
I swallowed hard and clicked it.
Do you still have the story where the dad is riding his son's tongue. Trying to leave as his wife gets home but is controlled by his son.
Damn I hope I do. I don't see it in my flagged posts, so it's either buried in the blog or it was one of the unfortunate posts deleted by the higher powers that be. If I'm able to dredge it up I'll reblog it though!
I thought we'd outgrow this.
You know how it is. You're a teenager, you do stupid stuff. You fool around. You make questionable choices, and in a decade or two you shake your head and laugh about it.
"I want you." My brother's whispered words filled the inch or so between our mouths. "I want to walk out of here with your cum so I can carry it with me all night long."
I twisted my fingers in his hole, searching for the spot that would make him light up like a star, just the way I knew he liked it. He hadn't even stripped all the way. His work shirt hung off his wide shoulders, and he'd left his socks and shoes on.
Another stroke of my fingers produced that beautiful moan I'd been listening to for the better part of my life. Lips parted, eyes hazy. My brother was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen in my life, even all these years later.
"You'll have it. Whatever you want, you'll have it," I reassured him. He panted against my lips and fucked himself onto my hand, dick bouncing with the motion. Mine sat pressing into his thigh like an iron rod. I wanted in him, but I wanted to savor this moment too.
We didn't often get opportunities like this. We both worked in the same office, but it was rare that we had the place to ourselves. We had a project deadline to meet, so we insisted on staying to get the last bit of paperwork done for it. Truthfully, I'd finished it three days ago, but I knew if we played our cards right, we'd end up just like this.
"Wish we could do this every day," he murmured against my lips.
I kissed him a little harder. I wanted to say 'Run away with me.'
I knew I couldn't, not when we had responsibilities and real life standing in our way. So instead I crooked my fingers just right and watched another tremor shiver through his body, cock twitching between his thighs.
He broke the kiss first. "Baby, I need-"
I pulled my fingers first, murmuring against his lips, "I know what you need."
He whimpered against me. I grabbed my cock, slotted my tip against his hole.
My brother was the first and only man I'd ever fucked. He was also my first time, just like I was his. There wasn't another person on this earth that made me feel entirely complete when I slid into them, like we were doing more than just fucking.
If I was a romantic, I might call it soul mates. True love.
But as I drove up into my brother, his moans reverberating in my ears like music, I knew that this was beyond all of that. This was family. This was everything.
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"Did I say you were done?" I asked my little brother when he released dick, pulling back to catch his breath.
A thin trail of saliva bridged the gap between the head of my dick and his lower lip. It snapped when he licked his bottom lip, a frown marring his features. "You said only a few minutes. That was the deal."
I raised an eyebrow. "How many minutes do you want me to suck your dick? This is a I scratch your back, you scratch mine, little bro. If you want me to finish you, you gotta finish me. Got it?"
He huffed and grabbed his dick, hard and leaking between his thighs. No matter what he said, that was evidence enough for me that he liked what was happening. Or, at least, what would be happening.
He said, "That hardly seems fair. I've never had my dicked suck. I'll cum super fast."
I shrugged. "Sounds like a you problem. You've only been working me for like five minutes. If you want more, you better get back to it."
I grabbed my cock and held it straight up to his mouth. He grimaced, but I saw the shiver he tried to fight when he stroked himself.
"Fine," he said, "But just five more minutes."
I laughed. "Whatever you want, bro."
He sucked me back into his mouth, twisting his tongue around my tip and holding back his moans. I grinned. I knew turning my brother into my own personal cocksucker was a good idea.
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I procured a blanket and settled back into position, trying desperately to create as much space between us as I could. I perched at the edge of the couch and ruminated. What had I said last night? Fuck, I knew those shots were a bad idea. The pounding in my head this morning was apparently not punishment enough.
Jake's arm wrapped around my waist, his fingertips flirting with the thin slice of skin above my waistband, where my shirt had ridden up. My blood thrummed through my veins. I tried to focus on the screen but all I could think about was the hot puff of air against my ear.
I looked around the room. Mom and Dad were predictably cuddled up, Mom laying practically on top of my Dad's chest. Faith was curled into a tight ball on her recliner, riveted by the movie she'd seen at least eight times already. Meredith kept checking her phone, and Stella leaned against Garrett's shoulder.
No one was paying us any attention.
Jake's hand flattened out against my stomach. I thought I was going to hyperventilate. He dragged his palm up my skin, curling his fingers around my hip bone.
My family was very tactile, and cuddling wasn't weird or discouraged, but this was something else.
Especially when Jake pulled my ass backward and canted his hips forward, and I felt the unmistakable bulge in his jeans.
best kind of hug
"Really think you're gonna leave without my cum?" My older brother mumbled into his pillow from the end of our bedroom.
I put my backpack back down onto the desk, where I'd just finished shoving the stuff I needed for the day in there. "You were asleep. I didn't want to wake you."
He flipped over, his cock pitching quite the tent under the thin blanket we slept with.
Sharing an apartment with my brother during college was the best decision I'd ever made. He'd graduated two years prior and got a job with one of the architecture firms in the city. He was paying his dues in hopes they'd send him back to school, so he didn't want to move too far from the college. It was just a 15 minute walk for me to get to the campus, and I was saving a shit ton on student loans this way.
Technically, I had my own room, but we'd picked back on the relationship we'd had before he left home. Then, it grew, until sleeping in my own bed seemed as nonsensical as me sleeping in the stairwell. We'd gotten into the habit of fucking every morning. I liked feeling his cum run out of my used ass throughout the day, pooling down my thighs into my underwear. Sometimes, I put a plug in. That drove him nuts and I loved it.
My brother pulled the blanket down, showing off the long, curved line of his shaft. He said, "Come here."
I went.
I collapsed onto the bed, and he pulled me back over to him, working my sweats and underwear down.
"Not even gonna take your shoes off?" He murmured in my ear as his fingers found my hole. They teased my entrance, still loose from last night, before he slipped one, than two into me.
I groaned and shifted my thighs, were my cock laid nestled under them. The slight friction against my tip made me shudder. "I really don't have time."
He kissed the back of my neck and pulled his fingers free. "Then let's make this quick."
He pressed his cock into me. The familiar burn and stretch filtered through me, but so did the pleasure. I moaned shamelessly. It was so nice having our own space where we could do what we wanted, without hiding. Without shame.
"Fuck, baby," he murmured, gripping one ass cheek and driving into me. The movement pushed my aching shaft along my skin. I shuddered at the sweet friction. "Maybe you should quit school. You can just stay home all day and do whatever you want, and I'll take care of us both."
Another moan fell from my lips when the tip of his cock dragged against my prostate, sending liquid pleasure up my spine. My thighs trembled, and I could feel my tip leaking, leaving a mess between my legs.
"You'd get tired of me," I gasped out.
"Like hell," he growled in my ear and snapped his hips forward. I groaned. He grinned against the back of my neck. "I'll never get tired of the sound you make with my cock buried in you, little brother."
It shouldn't have been enough, but between the way my cock rubbed against my thighs on every thrust, and the drag against my prostate, I came, spurting between my thighs.
My brother buried himself in me, cock pulsing as he groaned. I sighed in bliss as the familiar warmth flooded my insides. He didn't pull out right away, instead staying buried inside me while he caught his breath.
Finally, he kissed my shoulder blade and pulled out. I missed him immediately. He said, "Think on it, baby. I'd love to have you around more."
Maybe being my brother's personal fucktoy wouldn't be all bad...
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Oral Fixation: The Complete Set Now Available at Smashwords and Eden Books!
Summary:
This set contains parts 1 through 3 of the series Oral Fixation.
A slow-burn dad/son series, HEA/HFN, 20k collection.
Part 1:
My son needs my help. I'll give him what he needs, even if I know it's wrong.
Nico's been a pain in my ass since the day he was born. I love the kid dearly, but this recent stint of exhibitionism is putting my job on the line. When I confront him about it, he has the decency to explain he's not trying to wreck our lives - he's got an oral fixation that he's willing to do anything to sate. I want to help my son in whatever way I can, even if what I have to do is way outside my comfort zone. But that's what fathers are for, aren't they?
Part 2:
I'm in way over my head, but I can't stop this. Not when it feels this good. Even if it's so wrong.
Nico and I have fallen into an easy - albeit, not normal - routine. But with every encounter my feelings and my arousal are building, threatening to spill over into my actions and words until I go too far. The thing is, I think Nico might want that too. I'm trying to do the right thing. If only I knew what that was.
Part 3:
The future may be uncertain but one thing's for sure: I want my son. Badly.
It took Nico leaving my house with another man for me to realize how badly I want him. How much I need him. I crave his touch, his smile, his eyes on me. Will the heat that's been simmering between us finally snap? Or is it too little, too late?
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Summary:
The future may be uncertain but one thing's for sure: I want my son. Badly.
It took Nico leaving my house with another man for me to realize how badly I want him. How much I need him. I crave his touch, his smile, his eyes on me. Will the heat that's been simmering between us finally snap? Or is it too little, too late?
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"Is that all you got?" I goaded my cousin.
He thrust into my tight ass, chest heaving, cheeks ruddy while he stared down at me. "Shut up. I'm trying to concentrate."
We had a bet going. First one to cum had to give the other blowjobs on demand for a year. To keep it fair, we both decided it would be a timed race while being on top, done on separate days to try to keep our time as objective as possible. No extra stimulation was allowed either. The top could touch the bottom if they wanted, but whoever bottomed couldn't do anything but take it. There would be no pausing. Once the bottom adjusted, and gave the okay, it was continuous motion until the top orgasmed. You could adjust speed, but you couldn't stop.
I'd gone first, fucking him at the start of the week. I lasted a cool 16 minutes and 31 seconds. Considering my cousin was only the second person I'd ever had sex with, I was pretty pleased.
I was more pleased because the timer said we were just shy of eight minutes into my cousin's turn and he was struggling. I could feel his cock inside of me, growing impossible harder with each stroke. He squeezed and released his grip on my legs, over and over, his eyes trained on where his cock was sliding in and out of my ass.
This was my first time bottoming, and I kind of loved it. I loved watching my cousin's eyes go unfocused when his gaze landed on my cock, bouncing against my stomach and leaving a cooling trail of precum that led to my tip. I loved the stutter in his hips when his cock grazed my prostate, and my ass squeezed around him in response. There was power in this position, maybe even more so than when I topped.
My cousin snapped his hips forwarded and his dick nudged my prostate just the right way. I moaned his name, loudly.
Apparently, that's all it took.
He shuddered against me, letting out a cry as warmth bloomed in my ass. I grabbed for the phone next to us, hitting the stop button on the timer while he finish cumming in my ass.
I held up the screen. "11 minutes and 46 seconds. Not bad, but I won."
He groaned, but it was good natured. "Guess I better get started."
My cousin pulled out and sank between my knees. He ran his lips over my swollen tip, tongue sneaking out to lick the bead of precum off my tip. He said, "But I want a rematch."
My laugh morphed into a moan when his wet mouth slid over my tip, and he swallowed me whole.
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"Take it the fuck off," my older brother growled before sliding his lips back over my tip.
I groaned as he pulled the jockstrap off the rest of the way, stepping out of it and pushing my shaft further into his mouth. He didn't protest, simply opened his mouth wider to accommodate my girth, his tongue pressed up against the underside of my shaft. I placed a hand on his shoulder and rocked into the warmth.
He'd been sucking my dick for the better part of a month, after we ended up stuck at our house during a holiday while unreasonably horny and drunk. Now he didn't even ask. He simply expected me to drop my pants the moment we were in a room alone, which happened to be often, since we shared a dorm.
I hadn't sucked him off, but I'd jerked him a few times after. Felt wrong to leave him with blueballs after he spent so much time sucking the literal life out of me.
I didn't think I was gay, but I'd never gotten better head than my brother. He knew exactly how to work my shaft, swirling his tongue at the tip before enveloping my cock in the perfect wet heat of his mouth. My eyes fell to his cock, at attention with a flushed red tip leaking precum. He wrapped his fingers around his shaft and stroked in time with the bobbing of his head.
What would it taste like? Would I have to open my mouth all the way to take him in? He was thicker than me. Would he let me work at my own pace, or would he wrap his hand around the back of my head and tug me down until I was choking around his length, spit drooling from my lips?
The image of me on my knees, where my brother was now, forcing his cock down my throat and groaning above me, sent me over the edge.
I didn't get a chance to warn him. My cum spurted from me, hitting him square in the back of throat. He groaned and swallowed every spurt down, milking my shaft with his plush lips.
Finally, I pushed his head away.
"Next time," I panted out, "I'm doing that for you."
He grinned at me, lips shiny and red. "Whatever you say, lil bro."
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It all started with these supplements our friend recommended us. Promotes higher brain cognition, natural production of testosterone, faster cell regeneration. He said it was great at the start of the season. Helped him bounce back from our long practices and he felt like he’d put on muscle faster once he’d started taking them.
Seeing as my cousin Dylan and I were both suffering through the same brutal practices, it seemed like a great idea. They weren’t terribly pricey either. So we got some and started taking them daily.
The thing our friend didn’t tell us was that the supplements would make us ridiculously horny.
It started with us jacking together. We were on our way to the dorms after practice, and we started talking about how the supplements were working for us. I’m not sure who brought it up, but talking about how horny the supplements made us only made us hornier. We were both flustered and aroused, and somehow that escalated to us with our dicks out in the car once we found our parking spot outside of the dorms.
Then there was a next time. And a next time. Until it was almost routine.
But the longer we took the supplements, the more consistently aroused we got. Sure, the muscle was developing, and the brain cognition was clear as day, but all we could think about was sex.
Eventually, our hands migrated to each other’s laps. It was like we instinctually knew what the other needed. Dylan milked my cock of every drop of cum it was worth anytime he jerked me. I tried to reciprocate, but I didn’t feel like I was as good at getting him off.
I was the first to get our mouths involved. I’d been jerking Dylan for a bit. He was breathless and red-faced, thrusting up into my hand in an attempt to get the friction just right, but it wasn’t pushing him over the edge. A little groan of frustration left him. It just seemed so simple at the time. I didn’t think about it too much, just leaned over and sucked his cock into my mouth.
He came pretty much immediately, shooting cum down the back of my throat until I couldn’t breathe around it. I swallowed it down fast, trying to keep up with the sudden torrent in my mouth. When he was done, he pulled me gently off and looked me in the eyes. Didn’t say anything. Just looked at me.
After that, I ended up using my mouth on him more than my hand. He wasn’t quite ready to try that on me yet, but it didn’t bug me. I was just doing what I had to do to get him off the same way he did.
But then one night, there was a knock at my dorm door. My roommate was home for fall break, and most of the building was empty. My cousin and I lived a few states away from our college, and we had practice during the break, so it wasn’t worth it for us to fly home.
When I opened my door, I wasn’t surprised to see Dylan. We hung out outside of practice all the time. What I didn’t expect was for him to push through the door as soon as I opened it. He slammed the door behind him and without a word spoken, wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and tugged me into a heated kiss.
We hadn’t fooled around outside of the parking lot, so this was more than a little unexpected. I went with it though, letting my tongue drag against his, sucking in his bottom lip between my teeth, and kissing him for all it was worth.
Dylan pushed me onto my bed and yanked my shorts and boxers down, exposing my rock hard dick in that one movement. I groaned and thrust my hips upward, desperately seeking some relief.
My cousin’s hands landed hard on my hips, pinning me to the bed. He leaned down and took me in his mouth without any other preamble.
I groaned. Somehow, the wet heat of his mouth was so much more intense than any other blowjob I’d ever received. Did the supplements make the sensations that much more intense?
My cousin was enthusiastic but clumsy. Spit ran down my shaft, gathering at the base of my cock as he slid his lips over the sensitive skin. I laced my fingers through his hair, encouraging the movements.
I came hard, spilling into Dylan’s eager mouth. He lapped my cum up, his eyes a little glazed as he swirled his tongue over the remaining bit on my tip.
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We spent the rest of fall break in my dorm, sucking each other off when we weren’t at practice. I learned Dylan liked a tight, well-lubed fist and a tongue to his tip more than an attempt at a deep throat. He learned that I didn’t mind a finger or two up my ass while he was sucking me.
“Does it feel good?” He asked me one time, after we were laying pressed together on the small twin bed in the dorm, naked skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat sticking together.
“Your fingers in my ass?” I asked. He nodded. “Yeah, it feels great. Has no one informed you of your prostate yet?”
Dylan shrugged. “I’ve never tried it. I’m straight.”
I snorted. “You can like a finger up your ass and still be straight. Turn over.”
He hesitated for a moment, but eventually turned. I grabbed the lube from my bedside table and showed him exactly how much a straight guy could get out of his prostate.
It was hard to go back to just jerking and sucking each other off in the car after that. We saw each other a lot outside of that time, and it was difficult to just be family and not want him whenever we were around each other. We ended up going for drives, exploring random parts of our college town in an attempt to find some space to ourselves.
One day, we found ourselves in one of those park and ride bus shuttle parking lots. It was the middle of the work day, so no one was around. As soon as we had parked, Dylan was all over me, tugging my pants open and placing kisses up my neck. He nipped at my jaw and shoved a hand down my boxers, curling his fingers around my cock.
“I want your fingers in me today,” he said.
I groaned and reached for his shorts. “Get in the back seat.”
He scrambled over the console, pushing his shorts off as he did. I took another glance around the parking lot to make sure we were in the all clear before I climbed in the back too. I reached into the middle of the console for the lube we had stashed there, for moments just like this.
But when I pulled the bottle out, it was empty. Dylan saw the bottle and groaned.
“Shit,” I said.
“Shit, indeed,” he agreed. His cock was bobbing freely in the air, red at the tip and leaking profusely. He needed this. That much was apparent.
“Do you trust me?” I asked.
“Yes,” he answered without hesitation.
Something warm sparked in me at that, but I ignored it in favor of placing my hands on either side of his ass. I gave his cheeks a light squeeze, then pulled them apart. Dylan’s breath froze in his chest, but he didn’t say anything. I leaned in and pressed the flat of my tongue to the ring of muscle.
“Oh fuck!” Dylan groaned out. He arched his back, pressing his ass further into my mouth.
I swirled my tongue around his hole, listening to every sweet groan that fell from his lips. The sounds he made were addicting, and I did everything I could to make more of them appear.
I reached through his legs to grab his cock, stroking it while I continued to eat my cousin’s ass.
Dylan reached a hand back and grabbed at my head. He couldn’t decide if he wanted to yank me closer or push me away. I pulled away to ask, “You good?”
“Gonna cum,” he gasped out. “But I wanted your fingers in me.”
I grinned and sucked two fingers into my mouth, getting them as wet as I could. Slowly, I pressed them to his loosened entrance. My cock pulsed hotly in my pants as his ass gave way and my fingers slipped inside. He was tight and so very hot. I shifted behind him. The past few times we’d done this, I hadn’t been able to think about anything other than what it might feel like wrapped around my dick.
Dylan groaned when my fingers were fully in him. I scissored my fingers inside him, stretching his tight ass. I groaned and pushed my boxers and pants down my thighs. I fisted my cock with my free hand, keeping time with the fingers I thrust in and out of his hole.
Dylan grabbed for his dick, stroking himself while he fucked himself backwards unto my fingers. He turned to look at me over his shoulder. His gaze fell to my cock in my hand and he said, “Hey… put it in.”
Hot desire pulsed through me. Did he mean that? Dylan stared straight at me, not an ounce of regret on his face. I wasn’t about to pass up the opportunity, not when it was right here in front of me.
I pulled my fingers out of his ass. He whimpered as my fingers left him, but still, he didn’t take it back. I spat on my hand, doing my best to coat my cock with it. Still, I warned him, “This might burn.”
“Don’t care,” he said. “Been dreaming about what you might feel like inside of me.”
Searing arousal pulsed through me at his words, and suddenly I couldn’t wait any longer. I placed my tip at his entrance and grabbed his waist, framing that perfect ass that was about to swallow my cock whole.
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"Bear down, okay? And let me know if it's too much," I instructed.
Dylan glanced back at me, one eyebrow raised in surprise. "Seems like you've done this before."
A hot flush traveled up my neck. "I might have done some... research."
My cousin flashed me a grin. "That would make two of us."
He did as I told him. I watched in amazement as the tight, pink hole parted around my cock. Dylan grunted as his ass swallowed the first inch of my length.
"Holy fuck," I moaned. I stilled, letting him adjust. "Your ass is amazing."
Dylan panted beneath me. "You know, it feels bigger than it looks."
"I hope that's a compliment," I breathed out, but it was half-hearted. I was too lost to the vice his ass had around my cock. It was so much better than anything else I'd ever experienced, and I wasn't even half in.
"Keep going," Dylan said, though there was still an edge of strain to his voice.
I complied immediately, feeding him inch after inch, until I was buried to the hilt inside of him. I draped myself over his back and paused. Our breathing synced as I waited for him to adjust and tried not to immediately cum. The feeling of him around me was intense. "Doing okay?"
"Y-yeah. It's a lot. Feel so full," he said.
I reached for his cock, stroking him back to full hardness.
Eventually, he said, "Move."
I released him and sat back up. I took his ass in my hands, parting them just enough so I could see his tight ring wrapped like a seal around my shaft. Slowly, I pulled out an inch, before thrusting back in.
"Oh, fuck," Dylan hissed underneath me. I let out a low noise in response, my brain too scrabbled from the sweet, sweet slide of skin against skin.
I thrust again, this time pulling out a little further. Then again, and again. My hips found a rhythm, fucking into my cousin while he let out disbelieving moans underneath me.
"Dylan," I warned, way sooner than I would normally have. But I couldn't help it. He felt fucking incredible, and it was taking all my self control not to rut into him like a wild animal.
My cousin canted his ass up to my thrusts, a silent invitation. He reached for his cock and my hands slid to his waist. The change of angle was it's own revelation.
I sped up, unable to tear my eyes away from his ass, swallowing my cock like we'd done this a million times.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he panted out beneath me. "Don't you dare fucking stop."
I didn't think I could even if I wanted to. My orgasm was looming on the horizon. I was a slave to the sensation, letting my instincts take over as I chased it. The car rocked around us with every one of my thrusts, and I sent up a silent prayer of thanks to the universe that the parking lot was empty.
"Fuck, I'm gonna-" Dylan's groan swallowed the rest of the sentence.
His ass milked my shaft, pulsating with every shot of cum that hit the car seat around him. I let out a matching groan and buried myself in him one last time as my orgasm washed through me, unloading my cum deep inside of my cousin.
When we were finished, the car seemed more silent than it had earlier. I pulled out of Dylan slowly. He let out a hiss, even though I tried to be gentle. A rush of my cum followed, the pearly essence dripping out of his raw hole. The sight was almost enough to get me going again.
"Wow," I groaned, sitting back on my feet.
"Wow," Dylan agreed.
After that, the parking lot became our regular. There was never anyone there, and we got braver. One time, Dylan rode me in reverse in the passenger seat, totally naked and on display for anyone who might drive by. No one did, but the thrill of it was enough to make the act feel dirtier. Naughtier. Another time, I couldn't be bothered to undress more than shoving my pants down for a quick fuck. Didn't even close the car door.
We planned to get an apartment together for the next school year, but I think I'll still miss that parking lot, and the fun we had there.
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