Gay sex story – One night with my cousin

Gay sex story

“Mohan, come here,” mom called me.

I obliged as I moved out of the hospital lounge to the open air, and towards the place where my parents were standing along with some relatives. I could recognize the new addition to the group of people with whom I had come to see my granny in the hospital. One of my distant uncles and his son had joined us out of the blue! I would regard this sudden visit from them in that sense as I remember last seeing them almost five years back in my cousin sister’s marriage. They were guest on occasions.

“So, do you remember Pintu bhaiya?” My distant uncle asked.

“Wow! Yes I do, I saw you last in Seema didi’s marriage.” I spoke as I turned towards Pintu.

We visited home as my grandma was suffering from severe stomach pain. Ultrasonography revealed a couple of stones inside the gall bladder, and that was the root cause of the pain. This had to be operated and removed right away. My own uncle and dad were responsible enough, and hence we were there.

Pintu had grown up to be a big boy. When I saw him last, he was thin and frail and it would seem that somehow the skin was placed around the skeletal structure, that too after a considerable effort! But, as I saw him then, I noticed that he had developed a good physique. Even when people wouldn’t consider him healthy, he did have an attractive stature, better than mine anytime.
We separated from the elders and went towards the hospital gate, near to the Neem tree so that we could strike some kind of conversation.
I started off, “What do you study now, Pintu bhaiya?”
“I am doing a B.Sc in Physics, this is my first year. You have grown up over the years, which standard are you in now?”
“Eighth, luckily I have my Diwali holidays now, otherwise I would have been at loss missing out classes,” I replied.
“And which school do you study in?” He asked.

“Delhi Public School.” I replied contentedly. I knew I was in one of the revered schools in India, and people obviously would have high regards for this school. As anticipated, he was pleased “That’s great to know. The last time you were somewhere else in some hill station right?”

“Yes, that’s true, but life’s changed so much now. Dad got transferred to this place last year, and since then I have been reading here.”

“So, how do you find your new school? How are the teachers?” He continued.

“Yes, I am pretty comfortable with my school friends and teachers like me as I am one of the toppers,” I smiled.

“Hey Mohan, that sounds really good. Am happy for you.”

“Pintu bhaiya, what brings you here?” I asked

“Oh! I didn’t tell you, Rita didi is getting married. We are here for shopping. We heard about your granny when we went to your house, and without wasting time we came here.”

I knew there would be obvious reasons for their visit; they had always been once in a blue moon!

I was happy that they would stay in our house for the night. I was staring at his feet while talking to him. At such a tender age I was not aware about the unwarranted love or lust that could exist between two boys, and also the ways to satisfy one’s physical needs. That concept was not under discussion yet within my friend’s circle, though we would talk about wanking, and the various possible ways a man could love a woman and the ways in which the woman could provide services to a man. I was yet to recognize my perverted needs, yet to undergo the so called process of self-realization about what I was interested in and why that way. But since my childhood I was always ecstatic about any boy’s feet. I remember how I would fantasize about licking and suckling the toe fingers of some of my classmates, or any boy who was decent enough to be noticed in my milieu, of course the “decent” term applied more to his feet rather than looks. I had done that couple of times with my cousin brothers whenever I used to sleep with them. Discreetly, after I was convinced that they were fast asleep, I would shift towards their feet, cuddle around them and then keep the foot on my face, chest and inhale the smell, lick it completely and suck the toe fingers, until I would be satisfied. Sometimes my aunty used to watch me snuggling around my brother’s feet, and she would just make a passé that since I loved him so much, I was having a nap near his feet. I used to get amused at her edition of rendering the clause. Though I’d love my brothers but I would do what I preferred to, rather than symbolizing anything out of compassion!

I liked Pintu’s feet, they were well-shaped, nails trimmed, actually good enough to attract a desire within me to sleep with him that night. I knew I had to make this happen. I wouldn’t let myself bogged down by the thought of not having the pleasure of inhaling the fragrance of his feet.

I didn’t have to try hard for this, it was quite consequential that I was offered to sleep with Pintu that night due to space constraints in the house, with so many well-wisher’s of granny thronging around to pay her visits and pray for her speedy recuperation.

“Mohan, can you give me a half pant or Bermuda? I don’t have one with me for tonight.”

“Will mine fit you?” I was skeptical as I handed one to him.

“I hope so, let’s see,” he said, as he tried out, and it did fit onto him.

That night we were sharing the same blanket. We were alone in granny’s room. I slept beside him, we were having different pillows. I was waiting for him to get drowsy, as I had the intentions pretty clear in my mind. But somehow, I wanted him to know that I liked his feet.

“I am turning head to foot, I find the night lamp disturbing this way!” I explained as I followed what I said.

“In that case, shall I turn it off?” Pintu urged.

“No, that’s fine, don’t worry I would be ok.”

I pulled his right foot towards me and said “You can be cozy, you have nice feet anyways.” I placed my head on his left foot, and kept his right foot near my face, close enough to get the smell. He didn’t utter anything, and he also pulled my foot towards him.

Since he had worn shoes the entire day, there was a faint odour, but even I liked that as it was not foul. I placed his foot to cover up my lips and nose, so that I could as well taste it. All the while he just kept mum; I guessed he was quite comfortable with what I was doing. That gave me a positive indication of going ahead and with my movements. I started licking his feet, and I liked the flavour on my tongue. He didn’t mind that, as he felt his cheeks against my foot! I found this interesting. He had placed his right leg on my body, so that his foot was on my face and the other portion of the leg was over my body, with the knee on my esteemed member. I started enjoying the situation and more when he purposely pressed his knee against my area time and again. He also started exploring my hirsute legs, running his hand over the entire length of them. I took a cue; I did exactly what he was doing, and placed my hand on his crotch. I could feel a damn rock-hard elongated thing waiting to erupt out of the half pant he was wearing. He reciprocated, and as if he was aping me, he placed his hand on my property. It was a semi-numb mass, as nothing exciting had occurred till then.

I had seen my classmates’ organ, couple of times, as we would challenge each other on stripping, of course privately in some locked classroom. But, the one I felt then was something extraordinary; it was huge, out of comprehension, good gracious!

“I am turning your way,” Pintu said while executing that action.

I didn’t say a thing; there was not even an iota of apprehension within me about the course of actions that would initiate from then onwards.

He placed his hand on my chest and hugged me. In order to explore his groin, I was moving my hand near his waist; he facilitated my urge by creating a big gap for me. I quietly slid my hand inside, once again to get the feel of the enormous tool he possessed! I maneuvered over my area of interest.

Pintu started opening the buttons of my shirt, when he had finished unbuttoning the first four, he started massaging my nipples, and he squeezed them hard, until I would say “Ouch!” I placed his hand on my member, as I loved the way he fondled the same. He primarily concentrated on my nipples, though he would unzip me in a flash and feel my manhood! He started licking my nipples, I just moved him away, as I didn’t like that. I decided against allowing him to touch them again. He moved down all of a sudden and kissed my member. This had a titillating impact on almost all nerves in my body. I was curious what he would do next. He started blowing me!

Whatever happened till then had pushed me obliviously into a pool of dilemma, astonishment and ecstasy; the three components intertwined in a way a creeper would do to its host. My mind split into two parts; one part would advice me to pull off away from him as a terrible sense of guilt crept in me, that almost made me realize I had gotten a rendezvous with nemesis, while contemplating what I was doing in my granny’s room, feeling about how devoted and God–fearing lady that she was; the other part would urge me to allow him and finish it off, there was always a first time and specially when this was so scintillating, I thought!

I decided, for the sake of my parents, my relatives, and for the sake of this cousin of mine. I found it correct at that point of time; I wouldn’t let my physical pleasures bog me down. I didn’t need to think much over what was right and wrong. There was always a choice and the person to decide about the option was none other than me. I kept chanting “no” in my mind and pulled away from him.

“I need to go to the toilet.”

“Wait, please,” Pintu pleaded.

I didn’t wait, and he followed me, I didn’t look at him, I closed the toilet door, oozed out of my gun inside and stayed there long enough.

“What took you so long?” Pintu asked. “I had some stomach trouble,” I replied.
“Do you require some medicine?” Pintu was concerned. “No, I am fine, let’s go to sleep.”

I didn’t allow him to touch me during rest of the night. I averted any physical contact or progress he tried making. I had some obligations towards my ethics, the way I defined them at that point of time, which prevented me from doing so.

The next day, as if it was an unsigned protocol not to divulge what happened the previous night, I didn’t discuss, and also avoided eye contact with him. I didn’t care how long he had stayed in our house that morning, and later found out they had gone after lunch. I was a bit depressed about neglecting him the entire morning, as deep within me I felt some kind of affection emanating out for him. I started missing him when I felt bad that I didn’t even see him off.

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Reader: Yaar tumhe use na nahi kehna chahiye tha
Writer : hehe… mujhe bad mein aisa hi kuch laga tha

Reader:I mean did u called him later and asked him how he was ????
Writer: “I met him once more after almost 3 weeks. In my cousin’s sister-in-law’s marriage. He was trying to get cozy with me. I ignored him completely. And I also didn’t talk much with him. We never met after that. “