Date: 26 Mar 1997 21:24:26 GMT From: BladerIowa@aol.com Subject: Cousin Sucked Me in My Sleep Standard disclaimer - if you don't like male to male sex, or if you are not of age (18 or 21) depending on your community standards, then go away! Everyone else, read on....This is a twist on the "I sucked **** while he was sleeping". This is the other way around...Granted, it's fantasy, but the dividing line doesn't exist when you are fantasizing.... Cousin Sucked Me in My Sleep by BladerIowa My cousin Greg is two years older than me. At 18, he's very handsome. He's about 5'10" and 155 pounds. Greg is good looking. He's got medium brown hair, with the sides buzzed and the top a bit longer. Greg's pretty popular with the girls. It seems like there's one hanging on him all the time. That's why it surprised me when he did what he did to me in my sleep. Greg came to visit over the summer last year. His parents decided to go to Europe on a second honeymoon. Greg had just graduated from high school and was out for the summer. He planned to go to junior college in the fall, though I don't know if he even knews what he's would be majoring in. I knew that Greg would be staying with us, but didn't know when he was coming for sure. We always got along and I was looking forward to the visit. I looked up to him. I was outside playing basketball when my uncle's Taurus pulled up. Greg hopped out of the car. He was wearing a pair of baggy jeans, high tops (Nike of course), and a backwards cap. Aunt Sandy and Uncle Phil both hugged me and carried Greg's bags into the house. "Hey Jeff! You've really filled out nice! Damn - you been lifting or what?" I grinned. "Yeah, I've been pumping every chance I get." He laughed. "I'll be you have. But do you ever work out anything besides that right arm?" "Fuck you." "Just kidding...Let's play some ball". We played ball for a while as my aunt and uncle talked with my parents. I was proud of the way that I looked and liked Greg's compliment. I'm 5'9" and 160 pounds, but as solid as a rock. I'm on the wrestling team at school, but between my classes and practice, I've never had much time to go out on dates. I was pretty sure that I was straight, but I still hadn't lost my cherry. Aunt Sandy and Uncle Phil took off and told Greg that they'd be back in a month. I saw my uncle slip some cash into Greg's pocket as they hugged and I knew it was probably partying money. I said goodbye to both of them and watched as they left. Jeff and I ordered a pizza from Pizza Hut for supper. My parents took off for the weekend to go to one of those fantasy suite hotel rooms. My mom talked Dad into doing that after she heard that my cousin's family was going to Europe. We were munching on the pizza in front of the tv when Greg asked me a question. "Jeff, you drink much?" I was surprised. I'd partied with a few friends before but had to be careful not to get trashed enough that my parents would find out. "Sometimes. I can't buy it, though." "Tell ya what, cousin...I have a fake ID. Let's go try to get some beer". I was up for that. "Cool. We'll take my Nissan." "You think that piece of shit will make it?" "Fuck you." With that, he laughed and we took off for the Quik Trip. By some miracle, the gal accepted the fake ID and we got a case of beer. After another couple movies and the most of the rest of the beer, I was wasted. "Greg, I gotta crash. " "You can't hold the booze can ya, cousin? Hit the sack. I'll be up in a little bit." I staggered up the stairs to my room. Pausing just long enough to drop my jeans, I stretched out on the bed...I dozed off to sleep. Some time later, I heard a noise and started to open my eyes. Greg was standing in front of my bed, wearing only his underwear. I kept my breathing to a minimum and tried not to let on that I was awake. I noticed that Greg had a big bulge in his underwear. He was hard! I froze, not knowing what would happen next. I was laying on my back in my white underwear, exposed to the world. Why was he in my room? He was supposed to be staying in my older sister's room. (She was in out west in college) All I knew was that something was wrong and I was not going to let on that I was awake. Greg approached my bed. His hand reached out and felt my soft cock through the cotton material of my underwear. I tried not to move and just let his assault continue. His hand was not rough, just caressing me. God, I hoped that I would not respond. I closed my eyes tighter and that's when I felt it. Something squishy had pressed itself against my lips. It smelled like stale beer. Damn it, he was kissing me. Petrified with fear, I didn't react, even when his tongue darted around my lips. I hated him. He was violating me. This was rape. Greg was a rapist faggot. The kissing stopped and he started feeling around my crotch again. This time, his hand slipped inside my briefs and touched my dick. The moment he felt my dick it started to get hard. I tried desparately to thing about my car, school, anything to keep from reacting, but it was to no avail. I was getting a boner with my faggot cousin feeling me up. His fingers, probing rudely, worked their way into my briefs and his thumbs hooked the elastic waistband. Gently, he tugged my briefs down until my cock slipped out. Almost immediately, he wrapped his hand around my cock. I figured that it was no big thing that he was going to jack me off. I've done that to myself, he's not going to do anything gay or nothing. It felt pretty good. His hand knew how to make my dick feel just right. That's when it stopped. His hand pulled away. Suddenly, a warm wet sensation engulfed my rod and I wanted to cry out. It felt incredible. Then I realized what it was. Greg had my dick in his mouth. The damage was done. I was letting my faggot cousin suck my dick, but I didn't care anymore. He was doing what he wanted to with my body and I no longer cared. It was good for me, too. Once he established a rhythm with his mouth, his tongue started darting all around my pecker. It attacked every little sensitive spot. My own hand couldn't have done a better job. His tongue suddenly hit that magic spot where the head and the shaft connect. I let out a moan and Greg's mouth suddenly pulled away. "Don't stop!" Greg looked at me and saw the yearning in my eyes and swallowed my young meat once again. Up and down he went, twisting his head has he bobbed on my stiff dick. I could feel his hands tickling my ass and I spread my legs to allow him access. One inisistent finger kept probing the area around my asshole. I could feel large amounts of coming moving around. "Yeah...Suck me, Greg. Take it. Oh yeah. MMMMMM. Don't stop. Use your tongue. Yeah. I'm gonna cum soon. Ohhhh Ohhhhhh!" Suddenly, a dry finger was forcefully rammed into my tight asshole. It felt like it was ripping me open. My neck, head, and shoulders came up off the bed and at the same time I let out a loud yell. "AHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! UHHHHHHHHHHH!" A huge load rushed out of my balls and into Greg's mouth. I came so hard that it hurt. I fell back to the bed and felt several small tremors as his tongue kept probing my cock for more cum. Greg had his dick out by now and was stroking it furiously. I secretly wanted to touch him, but didn't. I didn't want to become a fag. Greg came and shot his load all over my chest. Taking my shirt off the floor, he wiped up the cum. "I'm sorry, Jeff. I know that you didn't want it." "It's OK, Greg. I enjoyed it. I....I...wanted to do something, too, but I'm not that way. Or at least I don't think so. I don't know." "Take it easy cousin. We have all summer. If you feel right about it do it. It's up to you. If you ever want more head, tell me." I thought about it for a second. "Will you teach me?" I asked. "I will, Cousin. Gladly!" I knew it was going to be a perfect summer.