Cousin Simon

I really fancied my wife’s young cousin, Simon. At eighteen he was ten years younger than she was and 18 years my junior. His legs excited me when he wore his shorts: they were so hard-looking and dusted with light hair. Simon’s face was rather cute and innocent-looking, his hair dark brown.

When he called and sat on the sofa drinking a mug of tea I always became stiffly and shamefully erect, my cock trapped uncomfortably in my trousers. I fantasized constantly about fucking him, creaming the bed sheet while my wife was asleep and leaving a stain as evidence of my lust for her relative.

One day he arrived on his bicycle and sat drinking the tea I’d made him. My wife was out this time and I sat down next to him.

‘Your legs are getting really well-developed with all this bike riding,’ I told him.

He blushed attractively. ‘I suppose they are.’

Nonchalantly I touched his thigh. ‘Mine aren’t nearly as good,’ I continued.

He looked at me. ‘Aren’t they?’

‘Hairy, but not as sturdy as this.’ I squeezed his thigh.

‘I’ve never seen you in shorts,’ he answered uncertainly.

I made up my mind. I stood up and began to unfasten my trousers. ‘I’ll show you.’

He stared as I slipped off my shoes and lowered my trousers to the floor. I stepped out of them. Moved towards him. After a few seconds he reached out a hand and touched my leg. ‘It feels quite muscular,’ he stammered. I saw his gaze travel upwards to the bulge in my white underpants.

‘Oh hell,’ I told Simon. ‘I get a bit of a hard-on when I know someone’s checking out my body.’ My dick was rising as I spoke. His eyes met mine.

‘You want to see?’ I smiled. I lifted the waistband of my underpants over my swollen cock. I pulled back my foreskin to expose my purplish knob and the slash of my piss slit.

‘You’re big,’ he half-whispered.

‘Your cousin takes every inch,’ I responded.

He flushed. The thought excited him, I could see. ‘You’re very hairy down there,’ he observed.

I ran my fingers through my dark bush. ‘Yes.’ I fondled my bollocks thoughtfully. I moved even closer to him. Waited. Tentatively, he touched my veined shaft.

‘You can hold it if you want to,’ I said reassuringly.

Simon’s fingers closed around my rigid member. I pushed into his hand. Closed my eyes. Groaned. ‘You handle a cock really well,’ I gasped. ‘Will you rub it for me?’

He was masturbating me. I was in heaven. I forced myself to interrupt the process. I removed my underwear completely and took off my socks and shirt as well. I stood naked.

‘Your chest is hairy too. Your nipples are quite big, aren’t they?’ he croaked.

‘Come and feel them.’

He stood up, and I saw from his tented shorts that he had an erection. He fondled my nipples. I sighed contentedly, then suddenly grasped his shirt and pulled it over his head to reveal his smooth, boyish chest and taut little tits. I pushed him gently back onto the sofa. Soon his white trainers were off. Then his socks. I reached for his shorts.

‘Maybe we shouldn’t...’ He was suddenly afraid.

‘I’m going to make love to you. It’ll be fine.’ I fondled his penis through the thin shorts, then lowered them. His underpants were wet with his pre-come. I leaned forward and licked the wet patch. He moaned, then lifted his bottom from the seat so that I could finish stripping him. Simon was completely naked in front of me. His cock was quite thick, his testicles surprisingly hairy, though nowhere near as much as mine were. His pubic hair was light brown and quite curly. I buried my lips in it, then moved to his balls, wetting those hairy nuts with my saliva.

I could wait no longer after that and took his lovely young shaft right into my mouth and throat. He shuddered with pleasure as I began to suck him off enthusiastically. Faster and faster I pleasured his eager young knob until his juice filled my mouth and he cried out. He shot a surprisingly big, thick load did young Simon and I gagged during the effort of swallowing it.

‘You certainly shoot a good lot of spunk, don’t you?’ I said breathlessly.

Simon smiled sheepishly. ‘I really came, didn’t I?’

‘But I haven’t yet,’ I reminded him, ‘and I blast out a generous amount of jism as well.’

His eyes widened. ‘I might not be able to swallow it like you did mine...’

I smiled crookedly. ‘I wasn’t thinking of squirting it into your mouth.’

He looked puzzled momentarily. Then ‘Oh, fucking hell...’

‘You can take me, I’m sure.’

‘But...’

I grabbed his legs and pulled him towards me, then pushed his legs back towards his head. ‘What a lovely, hairy little arsehole,’ I commented.

‘Please, I don’t think...’

‘You’ll love it when I get going, though you look quite tight, it’s true. My hole is bigger. It’s been stretched by quite a few cocks you see...’ I lowered Simon’s legs, turned, bent over and displayed my anus, pulling my buttocks apart.

‘Your crack and bumhole are really hairy,’ said Simon, forgetting his approaching ordeal momentarily.

I faced him again, and soon had his sexy legs in the air once more. I spat on my fingers and began to work on his hole. One leg now rested on my right shoulder and soon the other was on my left as I had realised the need to lubricate his hairy boy-cunt with my mouth, desperate though I was now to enter him. I licked up and down his crack a few times and tasted that sweet rosebud. I began to push my tongue into his secret place. Simon started to pant as I tongued him deeper and deeper. I withdrew and used my fingers again. One, then two. Three...

‘Put your cock in now,’ Simon suddenly shouted. ‘Fuck me now, please. Fuck my brains out. I want it really badly... Put it in...’

But when I did he cried out for me to stop.

‘It’ll be all right soon, my darling boy...’ I tried to soothe him.

‘Your cock is splitting me in half...’ he cried. ‘It’s too big for my bumhole...’

He grimaced and sweated and whimpered as I fucked him determinedly. Then all at once he seized my hairy buttocks frantically. ‘Don’t stop, for fuck’s sake... don’t stop...’

I plunged into him right to the base of my thick, hard shaft. He screamed once, then became quite lost in our energetic coupling as I thrust in and out, in and out...

‘Does my cousin enjoy having your knob in her?’ he asked at one point.

‘When I’m well under way...’ I panted.

‘But I’m a lot tighter. That’s better, isn’t it?’

‘Your arsehole grips my prick more and gives me greater pleasure, yes...’ This talk was adding to the thrill of having sex with Simon at last and suddenly I boiled over and jetted my sperm deep into his bowels. I watched it running out of his hole, which was now stretched and reddened. He wouldn’t be riding his bicycle very comfortably for a while, I thought with amusement.

Even as I withdrew, he was asking me: ‘We can do this again, can’t we?’

I leaned forward and kissed him. ‘Perhaps. But I have to fuck your cousin as well, you know...’ I looked down at my softening penis. ‘He needs his rest...’

Simon considered. ‘I wonder if all three of us could... well... go to bed together...’

The thought of watching Simon fuck my wife flitted across my brain.

‘Do you know,’ I told the young man I had just introduced to the world of man-on-man action, ‘you may just have the beginning of an excellent notion there...’