My Girlfriend's Cousin (Patreon)

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I write a lot of fictional stories which all have elements of things that I've experienced (some more than others), but I rarely write full stories of things that have actually happened to me. This will be the exception! For the sake of the story, I'll change some names, but other than that, I'll keep everything true and honest.

I never officially came out. Growing up, the only people I told, were people who I wanted to fuck, though my plan rarely worked. I grew up surrounded by straight guys, and whether it was their fault or not, I adopted a lot of 'straight guy' characteristics. In a nutshell, unless I told you I was gay, there was literally no way of knowing.

Strangely enough, I was in a relationship with a girl at the time. It was St. Patrick's Day, which I'm sure many of you know is a chaotic day on the Emerald Isle! Not only was it chaotic due to the copious amounts of alcohol being consumed, but it was also the day that my girlfriend and I decided to 'do the deed' as they say!

I'd already messed around with guys, but I'd never had sex with either a man or a woman, so I was pretty nervous. Her parents were away for the weekend, so myself, along with two of my pals, my girlfriend and her male cousin, Reece, all spent the day drinking in her house.

I knew it was getting close when my girlfriend went upstairs. It wasn't a secret either, everybody knew that we were planning to fuck, so my friends began egging me on, as young men do!

Eventually I plucked up the courage to follow her upstairs, and the rest is a humiliating tale of a young gay boy trying to get his dick hard in the face of a vagina. Needless to say, I managed two meagre pumps before my cock decided 'fuck this shit', and stopped working for me.

My day, my self confidence and my earlier bravado were all ruined, and I returned downstairs with a red face. I blamed it on the alcohol of course, and she was quite understanding, but it made it no less humiliating, and I guess I was visibly upset by it for the rest of the evening.

As the night progressed, my girlfriend went to bed and my two friends left so it was just myself and Reece remaining. He was a very handsome guy, with short, light coloured hair, and one of those cheeky faces. He was a little smaller than me, but he played a lot of sport so he was incredibly fit.

We shot the shit for a while, just talking about life and deep things in our teenage wisdom, until the conversation turned to the events from earlier in the day. He asked me what happened, and I continued with my claim that the alcohol had fucked it up, but I could tell by his face that he didn't believe me.

"I can get hard even when I'm fucked up" he told me, "watch".

And I did watch. Eagerly.

Reece sat back in his chair, pulled the front of his bottoms down and revealed the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. It was flaccid, yet it still looked large. He had a splash of soft, wispy pubic hair, but it seemed like every other part of it was smooth. The head was covered by a large, loose foreskin which revealed part of the tip, and his balls were full and heavy looking.

It was immediately clear that the alcohol had no effect on my cock, because as soon as I saw his junk, I began to harden.

Reece peeled back the skin and began playing with his tool as though it was the most natural thing in the world. I, of course, acted like the scene was repulsive, and just laughed at his antics.

It took him only a minute or so before his cock had grown to at least six or seven inches, and I instantly envied the perfect member.

It was quite literally flawless. Every inch, every vein, every part, it was a prize winning cock for sure.

"See?" He said, waving it back and forth. I did see.

I was now throbbing under the table. I think in that moment I decided that I was going to end things with my girlfriend because it simply wasn't fair anymore. I knew I was gay, and the hard prick looking back at me confirmed that.

"Truth or dare" he asked me off guard, his hand still sliding up and down his tool.

It was a gay boy's dream come true. I'd known Reece for quite some time, and I knew that there wasn't a gay bone in his body. Yet he was asking me that question with his cock in his hand, but I still had to play it cool.

"Truth"

"Was it really the drink that stopped you getting it up?"

I nodded, but before I had time to ask him, he asked again.

"Truth or dare?"

"That's not how you play" I told him, but he shrugged and repeated it.

"Dare"

Reece sat back in the chair once more and gripped his cock by the base. He flicked it toward me, looking from his rod to me and grinning. God, he was handsome.

"Wank me off".

I won't bore you with my false arguments. I had to save face, you see? Back and forth it went, with my refusals becoming less and less convincing, until finally I sighed.

"This is fucking gross" I lied, but Reece shrugged.

I'd done a good job hiding my bulging erection in my underwear, and eventually I dragged my chair next to his and told him how messed up this was, whilst secretly celebrating.

When I felt I'd done enough to convince Reece that this was the most disgusting thing imaginable, I reached for his cock.

He kept his thumb hooked in his pants beneath his balls, and handed his cock over to me. I felt it throb in my palm as I closed my fingers around it. The heavy warmth and soft skin made me almost drool.

Reece laughed quietly, his eyes scanning the door to ensure that we wouldn't be caught, and slowly I began to jerk him.

I'd jerked guys before, but never a friend. There was something entirely different about touching a person you knew, and I liked it.

I watched as his foreskin slid forward and back over his plump helmet. Each stroke seemed to make both his and mine stiffer. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. It was mesmerising.

After a few minutes of silence, Reece let out the faintest moan. It was exceptionally hot to witness, but I pretended that I hadn't noticed, and returned to staring at his cock.

The head had become wet now, the skin sliding the pre-cum down his shaft so that my hand become slick with the stuff. It started to make that noise, you know, the wanking noise? Slippery and wet.

Another few minutes went by, and Reece pulled his pants down entirely. He relaxed on the chair, sliding down it slightly, and watching my hand pump his wet cock.

I began to realise that he enjoyed certain things. He liked when I twisted my hand at the top. He liked when I squeezed his shaft, and he really liked when I used my thumb against his frenulum, so I continued doing so.

I don't know how long we'd been at it, but my wrist and arm was aching. I didn't particularly care though, because I knew Reece was close.

I wanted nothing more than to close my lips around it, but I was quite sure that doing so would earn me a punch in the face, and my secret would no longer be a secret!

At a guess, I reckon we sat there in silence as I wanked him for a solid thirty minutes. A fit of giggling ensued every once in a while, I guess because we were both young, nervous and drunk.

"Alright stop" he eventually said, but how could I? I'd been wanking him for half an hour, all for the finale!

"If you don't stop I'm gonna cum" he warned me, as though that wasn't exactly what I wanted.

"John, I'm serious, I'm gonna cum!"

"Bro, I'm going to fucking..."

His voice trailed off and broke away as he gasped. His hands gripped the edges of the chair, squeezing, and I continued pumping until his fresh teenage spunk burst from his slit and drenched my hand.

It poured through my fingers, his cock squelching as I coaxed the remaining seed from his smooth balls, and Reece gasped and moaned as he softened.

"Yeah, this needs to stay between us" he eventually laughed, pulling his pants back up, "she'll kill us both for this".

We did keep it between us, but for those of you think I'm an asshole for cheating on my girlfriend (I was an asshole), I was punished appropriately for it, and became known as the boy who couldn't get it up for a few years after that! Was it worth it? Yes. Yes, it was.