Cousins ravished me at wedding 1

It was April 2018, and we were at a farmhouse on the outskirts of Muzaffarpur, Bihar. The son of a family friend was getting married. We- I, and three distant cousins, Ashmit, Samir and Abheet, were the ‘groomsmen’. The dhol and the dance had started around 7 PM and lasted until 9 PM, leaving me exhausted. I informed others that I was going to take a shower before dinner, and went up.

After a ten-minute rejuvenating shower, I came into my room with a towel around my waist. While I (30, hairy, chubby, 5’10’’, fair) was in the shower, my roommate Samir (son of mom’s brother, 35, smooth, average soft body, 5’8’’, fair) had come in, taken off his shirt, turned the AC to full, and lay back on the bed. His eyes were closed. His hands were resting above his head, revealing cleanly shaved armpits. He was breathing deeply so that his smooth stomach moved up and down, bringing his pink, erect nipples into contrast and relief. His belt was undone, though he was still wearing his jeans and shoes.

“You wanna shower, Samir bhai?” I asked.

“Naah. I wanted to rest before going down,” he said without opening his eyes.

“Excellent. I will also rest then. I will go down when you go.” I fell on the empty side of the bed and got busy on my phone. The cold AC draft in the room felt soothing. I could feel the pores on my body standing, my nipples tauten, and my dick tightening. I was wearing just a towel, so even though nothing was visible, everything was exposed.

I had Instagram open on my phone, but I was constantly stealing glances at Samir. The faint aroma of his sweat only added to the distraction. Minutes passed by, and as if in response to my stares, Samir woke up. He stretched himself and turned towards me. “I don’t think I can go downstairs. I am too… tired!” The last word came out in barely a whisper, for his eyes had fallen on me lying next to him, almost naked.

I turned to my left to face him, accidentally exposing my hairy legs. He looked at me, and I could see a shadow of lust lurking behind his hazel eyes. The air in the room had shifted perceptibly.

“Tumko yaad hai, bachpan me jab hum log gaanv me milte the?” he said.

“Haan. Kitne maze karte the hum log,” I replied with a nostalgic smile.

“Har din chapakal par ja kar nahate the.”

I blushed.

“Aap bade the, isliye mujhe aapse pehle nahana hota tha.”

“Aur main hamesha tumko chidhata tha, dekh liye… dekh liye… bolkar.”

I had fallen into the trap. Samir and I were pretty close during our hood. But until this moment, I had never thought about him sexually.

“If you want, I can get naked for you,” he said and kept his hand on my exposed thigh. A shiver ran through my body. I was stunned.

He started moving his hands on my thigh. I didn’t even register that his face was merely inches from me. “Bolo,” he whispered. I opened my mouth but couldn’t say anything. I just stared at him. He came steadily nearer. I could have moved. I didn’t.

I felt his lips softly moving against mine, and I closed my eyes. I did not stop him; he kissed more deeply. And soon enough, my face was in his hands, he was in my embrace, and our lips were glued like there was no tomorrow.

We continued for several minutes during which he unwrapped my towel and pressed himself against me. My hands moved around his back and chest. I lightly flicked his nipples, making him shiver.

There was a certain hunger in his actions. The way he rolled his tongue in my mouth, the way he bit my lips, the way he pulled my hair, the way he squeezed my chest- he was both soft and rough at the same time. I, writhing in an uncontrollable passion beneath him, scratched his back and shoulders, leaving long marks.

He gripped my hands just as he moved towards my neck and chest. As he went lower, he became sloppy and voracious. He began biting me, leaving marks on my soft skin. I was pinned under him. His whole weight was on me, yet he was moving aggressively. The heat of his skin was palpable. He went further below. His rough jeans had now given way to his soft chest against my thighs. I was hard and leaking. He continued exploring my body with his tongue, teeth and lips. Every time he licked a particularly wet spot near my dick, he came up and snogged me deeply, as if he were trying to share the loot of his exploits. Then, he would go back on the journey all over again.

A few more kisses later, Samir took hold of my five-and-a-half incher and took it in my mouth. Totally unprepared for it, I let out a loud groan and pushed myself deep into his throat. He coughed but didn’t give up. He pushed my thighs down and resumed again. I seized the bedsheet as the warmth of his mouth settled in. I felt his lips and tongue, but also his teeth. He was terrible at it.

I pulled him up, and we started smooching again. He unzipped his jeans and threw them away along with his underpants. I felt his erection slide against mine. I wrapped my hands and legs around him, bringing him closer. In doing so, I had lifted my hips. His dick slipped from between my legs and started rubbing around my butts. I adjusted myself, and it fell into place, sliding between my cheeks.

Every time his dickhead pressed against the door to my pleasure, I gripped him tighter and hoped that he would put it in.

Eventually, he stopped, got up and brought his tool near my face. It was a delightful sight- a pinkish tool, 6ish inches long, medium thickness, a bright pink and shiny head over two cute balls attached to a cleanly shaped pubis. I opened my mouth and took it in. In comparison to his sloppy and inexperienced sucking, I showed him how a real man sucked dicks. I rolled my tongue around, took him deeper into my mouth, kept his throbbing dick in my throat for several seconds before continuing the to and fro motion that made him moan.

His eyes were barely open while he knelt with the support of the bedrest as I continued blowing his gorgeous member.

After several minutes, he whispered hesitantly, “Andar daloon?” My eyes shone with excitement. But I also knew that he wasn’t experienced enough to lead. I told him to lie down. His dick was already wet from my sucking. I applied some saliva to myself and started sitting slowly on the pole.

I was taking it slow, going barely a centimetre at a time. His face was already red, sweat rolled across his head, and he started grunting loudly as I continued sitting on his dick. Just as I was about to engulf the entire pole in, the door opened!

Ashmit was standing there, scandalised.

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