I felt the hunger inching my throat. My mouth went dry. Disclaimer: this picture doesn’t belong to me. DM if need to be removed. It was around Christmas time. The snow was thick outside with unpredictable blizzard. My house was filled with Aunts Uncles Grandparents and cousins. Despite the huge house my parents own, we ended up sharing rooms. It has been so for two weeks. I was getting desperate and hungry to have a cock pound me hard. I can’t get any inside the house. I can’t make any sane excuses to let my parents to let me out in the snowstorm. My frustration was building up to the point I was starting to get irritated at everything and everyone at home. To make things worse, I was put together in a room with my cousin Samuel. Oblivious to my predicament, Sam was free balling in his spacious shorts every night when we were about to go sleep. I couldn’t have a proper conversation with him without staring at his dick swinging inside his shorts. So I pretended to be tired, disinterested, or annoyed every time he wanted to talk to me. I was at my limit on Christmas Eve. We were all allowed to have alcohol as long we were above 16. I passed the opportunity fearing what a drunk and sexually frustrated me might do. I went to my room and tried to sleep. But I couldn’t. It’s not like, if I masturbate I will feel better. No! I need a fucking cock in me. No matter how! I heard Sam opening my door. I pretended to have already fallen asleep. But I could tell he was too drunk. He tried to make conversation with me. But I didn’t move an inch. “Oh! I am sorry. I thought you are awake. You are drunk. I am sleeping” he slurred in his drunk voice and crashed next to me. Within seconds he was snoring. I turned. Noticed that he didn’t shut the door. I got up and shut the door. Not wanting to walk in the dark, I turned on the light using the switch near the door. I can turn it off with the switch next to my bed. But hell tempted me at that moment. Not only he was snoring in microseconds, he was pitching a tent in his pant as well. I gulped. I felt the hunger inching my throat. My mouth went dry. Sam is known to be a deep sleeper. His mom would joke that he could sleep through a world war. I tried to resist so much. But who am I kidding. No way I am strong enough to resist this temptation. With every bit of rationality screaming in my head, I sat on my bed. Looking at his dick like a hungry wolf salivating over a rabbit. I touched his tent. I looked at him. He was sleeping like a baby. I touched his exposed thighs. Still no movements. I slid my hand up into his shorts. My heartbeat was so loud that I can’t hear even my own thoughts. I could feel blood rushing to my head. My face was red and hot. I cupped his balls, cradled them. I felt the clean shaved, soft and smooth skin of his balls. I pulled the shaft out. At the distance my breath can touch, there was a beautiful mushroom head. In all its beauty, smoothness, pulling me towards it. I went closer. Breathed on his glans. Took in his sweet scent. My eyes just closed I licked the piss slit. I felt the warmth of his dick on my tongue. I was already beyond the point of caring if Sam wakes up. I wrapped my lips around his glans. I couldn’t keep my eyes closed. I wanted to see the beauty of it. I went on to suck my cousin’s hard cock. The ridges below the glans just felt and tasted so good on my mouth and my tongue. Without risking loosing this opportunity, I worked my mouth around his glans more and more. My tongue was fondling the base of his glans. With each move, I was tasting more and more precum.
And I felt the girth of his head expanding, I knew I am about to receive his load. Despite being gay, I didn’t feel much for Sam. But right now, I have risked so much just to get his load. Just as I worked my tongue on the back of his head, his dick started to spasm. First there was only a dot of white pearly cum. I tried to lick it. But his dick continously convulsed with strings after strings one the pearly white nectar. I was swallowed it all without leaving a mess. After that, I just lied down on my bed, half exhilarated, half relieved. Yet, I couldn’t find it possible to sleep that night. Because my little risky adventure kept going in my head vividly.
