Previously...
I didn't respond but used it as a distraction to wrest one of my hands free. I tried to roll from under him, but Ben used the momentum to pin me again. Now I'm face down, my arms above my head, his hands holding my wrists. He lowered his head down, his mouth next to my ear, his hot breath washing over my neck. He extended his legs to lay fully on top of me.
"And do you like this?" he asked, grinding his hips into my backside. There was a stirring in his shorts, a growing heat, and firmness.
"Boys? Are you down there?" my aunt yelled down the stairs. "Dinner is ready!"
"Coming, Mom!" Ben yelled back. He licked my cheek and hopped off me. "See you upstairs, squirt."
As Ben ran upstairs, I lay there, waiting for my hardon to subside, wiping his saliva off my cheek, with a big smile on my face.
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It took all of thirty seconds for my boner to die down. I could've sworn my cousin was grinding his semi-erect dick into my buttcheeks while he had me pinned to the floor. I collected my glasses from the end table next to the couch and trotted upstairs to join the rest of the family. It was nearly 7pm; we'd been playing video games and our impromptu wrestling for over two hours.
My cousin, Ben, was standing next to the kitchen sink chugging a glass of water. I watched his Adam's apple pulse while he drank, a trickle of water escaping the side of his mouth running down to his smooth jawline. A drop of water even dropped off his chin to land in the light dusting of dirty blonde chest hair peeking out the vee of his tank top. He set the glass down on the counter with a clang. Our eyes met and he used his forearm to wipe his mouth and chin. The movement was slow and deliberate, almost sensual. He winked at me, flexed a bicep, and left the kitchen. My eyes stared hungrily as he walked away, admiring the two firm globes that are his asscheeks, bouncing in those thin nylon gym shorts. The dying fire in my pants erupted, my dick instantly firm, making a tightness in my canvas shorts.
He's got to be fucking with me. There's no way my 23 year old stud cousin was flirting with me. I know we had a few beers downstairs in the basement family room, and we're definitely both buzzed. Having attended a large university in the south, I'd had my fair share of fooling around with closeted frat bros, who, after enough beer, had the right liquid courage to unload their jizz down my throat or up my ass. More often than not they were just like Ben. Former high school athletes, campus gods (as they saw themselves), preppy, tanned and toned. My favorites, of course, always resembled Ben. Tall, dirty blonde hair, strong jawline, a toned and well defined body. Muscles that saw regular exercise, but not too cut. A dusting of chest hair, hairy legs with a smooth ass. A trimmed bush and shaved balls. And a fat dick I could lap up all day.
Outside, an early-summer thunderstorm raged on, waking me from my reverie. I knew I was fleeting in fantasy, and doubt won me over. I made my way to the dining room, following the smell of burgers and mac and cheese. Entering the room, I overheard my Aunt Steph, asking Benny what we were doing downstairs for so long.
"Oh ya know, avoiding family, playing some video games, drinking a few brews, reliving the old days," Benny replied.
"I could've sworn I heard grunting when I called down to you two," my aunt retorted.
"Yeahhh, I got tired of the squirt beating me at Mario Kart so we tried wrestling again like we did as kids," Benny answered, a sly grin on his face.
"Oh you boys," said Aunt Steph while sighing and opening a bottle of wine.
My face flushed remembering how we "wrestled"...Ben pinning me in seconds and my dick chubbing up while he straddled my waist. I distracted myself filling my plate with food and sitting as far from Ben as I could. He was at the opposite end of the table, with his brother and sister-in-law. He leaned on his elbows, his tank top hung loosely from his chest. His defined chest was on full display above taught obliques. I wish I was sitting next to him, to ever so slightly lean towards him to sniff the musk from the tuft of dark hair under his armpit. Or casually slide my hand up his meaty thigh and palm his heavy nutsack, gently massaging my prize to hardness.
Conversation flowed around me, but I ignored it. I tend to stay quiet at these things and kept to myself. My mom and aunt were giggling as another bottle of wine was uncorked and poured into their glasses. Similarly, my dad and uncle were going drink for drink straight from a bottle of scotch. Ben's older brother, Seth, and his wife started gathering up their things and their baby, eager to get home with this thunderstorm. I absentmindedly sipped on my beer, half listening, half stealing glances at Ben.
"Rob....Rob?" my mom asked, waving at me and breaking me out of a trance.
"What's up, mom?"
"We've all had too much to drink, and with this storm, there's no point in us trying to drive home," she said.
Aunt Steph chimed in.
"Benny, you're staying put, too. That beer cooler looks a lot lighter than when you got here. But you and Rob will have to share the sectional downstairs. These two," she nodded towards my parents, " will get the guest room, and the baby made a mess on the couch in the living room."
I perked up at that. The sectional sofa was certainly big enough for us both, but I was more anxious about spending the night with Ben.
"There are blankets and pillows in the linen closet in the bathroom downstairs," Steph continued, "and feel free to take a shower."
It was about 8:30pm when Seth and his family headed out. My mom and Steph were working on their third bottle of wine at the dining room table while my dad and uncle snored softly from the big leather recliners in the living room. Ben grabbed his beer cooler, pointed at the door leading down to the finished basement and motioned for me to follow.
"Well this night is a bit of a bust," he said. "What do you say we play some more N64? I've been dying to play Super Smash Brothers."
I agreed, and followed him into the basement. Just as he did earlier, Ben sat on the carpeted floor, back leaning against the couch. He patted the ground next to him, encouraging me to join him. I sat next to him, emulating his position, shoulder to shoulder. He fired up the tv and console, then handed me a beer.
"Listen, Rob, about earlier...I'm sorry about teasing you, saying you enjoyed me pinning you," he said, resting a hand on my thigh and giving a gentle squeeze.
My heart skipped a beat at his touch.
"I'm totally okay with you being gay and I think you're a cool guy. I just hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."
"Oh not at all," I replied, desperately wanting to tell him how much I loved feeling his touch, and the weight of his body against mine.
"Okay, cool," he said, smiling and nudging my shoulder.
He looked at the tv and said, "Now go easy on me here, it's been a while since I played this."
I returned the smile and picked up my game controller. We played video games for another hour and a half at least. Growing bored of the games, we joked about our parents getting wasted and traded stories about college parties. I don't think we'd ever talked this much. He further surprised me talking about a time just after starting senior year. He'd heard rumors about a men's room on his campus, on the top floor of the library where hardly any students went. A men's room where you could get your dick sucked.
"So anyway, I was making out with this chick in the study room and I mean, she was full on giving me a handjob. I swear dude, I was just about to cum when she hopped up, saying she was late for class or some bullshit," he said, cracking open another beer.
My heart raced, trying to picture his hard cock oozing precum, much like mine was during this story.
"And then I remembered some guy on the lacrosse team talking about the bathroom on the top floor. I packed up my shit, kinda curious, horny as hell with blue balls. I get to the floor and it's silent, like, no one around. I go into the bathroom and close one of the stall doors. I think I waited maybe five minutes, just stroking, when the door opened. I still can't believe I did this. The other guy tapped his foot under the stall divider, then reached his hand under. I dropped to my knees, getting my dick under. The dude went for it, and blew me right there."
By now I was practically salivating. Holding onto every word he said.
"I'm a little embarrassed to say this, but I think I lasted maybe two minutes before I blew my load in his mouth. You ever do anything like that?"
