Watching My Cousin

Last summer I was forced by my parents to go visit my grandmother, who lives about a 150 miles north of my city. I was to stay for a week and then join my folks for a vacation in the mountains. Well, I thought, this'll give me some quiet time for some real good long wanks, so I packed up some clothes, my favorite porno movie and a full bottle of lub and left. And my grandma's nice, besides - always goes to bad early and once she's asleep, you can have the whole house on your disposition.

When I got there, she was kinda happy to see me and I was happy to be away from home too. We were having dinner when she told me she has invited some of my cousins over to her place, so that we can spent some time together. Damn, I knew my aunt was living in the same town, but I didn't expect to have company for the whole week. I was pissed off - my plans for a wank marathon were ruined. That night I didn't go to sleep untill about 2 in the morning - I jacked myself off for hours, shooting cum all over the place: in the bath tub, on the floor, in my pajamas.

I finished myself up three times in 4 hours and finally, when the whole room smelled like cum, I went to sleep. Actually, it turned out that only one of my cousins was coming to see me for a coupla days. He was my aunt's oldest son - 19 at that time (I was 18) and the last time I saw him was on Thanksgiving about 5 years ago. He was a skateboarder and a very nice guy. He came at noon and occupied the couch in the living room, although the room next to mine was available. I was to realize later why he didn't want to have people around him at night.

We watched MTV for the rest of the day, talking about sports and stuff. I told him I'd like to see him skateboarding the next day, because I've always been interested, but never learned how. Sure, Rob said. From the minute I saw him I knew he was a hopeless wanker - every guy doing sports is. This, in a way, is due to the fact that when you sweat, you can smell your own body, which certainly is a turn-on. I tried to start a discussion on sex several times, but he seemed to be pretty shy to share anything. At the same time, I tried to notice any visible changes of the size of his crotch, since he was adjusting his package quite often (the kind of adjustment we guys always do), but besides an accidental movement of his cock in his underwear, I didn't notice anything significant.

That night, after we both went to bed, I waited for about 15 minutes and quietly went downstairs, pretending to be thirsty, but hoping to find him holding his dick on the couch. Nothing of the sort - he was hell sleeping like a baby. Damn - am I the only one in this world to shoot jizz before bad?? I took a long shower and had a great time beating my lubed meat under the falling water. But I got really excited when, at about 5 in the morning, I heard water running in the bathroom downstairs.

You will, probably, say: So what? The guy was, perhaps, just using the bathroom. Yeah, but as horny as I then was, I wanted to check what the fuck was going on. So I jumped out of my bed and very quietly went downstairs for the second time that night. Everything was dark and I could still hear the water running. I stepped behind the kitchen door, so that when I peeped, I could see most of the living room and at the same time the bathroom door (the kitchen and the living room formed one long united room). After about a few minutes or so, the bathroom door suddenly opened and there he stood: just with a t-shirt on (no underwear, no socks) and his semi-hard cock all wet from the water, pointing me and feeling free in the open air. He turned off the light and went back to the couch, laying on the top of his sheets in the nude. I was gasping, my cock dripping pre cum and jumping up and down in my underwear.

Seemingly, he had just finished himself and, after washing his dick, was enjoying his satisfaction on the couch. He was stroking his soft dick very slowly, the way I do after I'm all done. After about 5 minutes or so, his friend started getting hard, but I guess he didn't want to shoot a second time, so he turned all the way around, laying on "him" and this way showing me his nice soft but. Finally, half-sleeping, he covered himself with the sheets and went to sleep.

Man, I can still see his boner softing off in his own hand, his legs spread on the top of his sweaty sheets. We never talked about sex or anything, but during the next day and the day after that - when he left - I just kept looking at his nice crotch. I also never heard the water running again, so I presume his night wank was unexpected. And I know it was a wank - when a guy has finished himself, his cock looks that way.