My Summer Knight
It was another sweltering, summer's night and the air was hot and sticky with not even a slight breeze to bring some comfort. How my cousin could sleep soundly in the bed opposite mine, I'll never know. Ever since we were kids, he always had the knack to sleep anywhere and anytime no matter what was going on around him; and it looks as though he hasn't lost it.
This was the first time in five years we'd seen each other ever since he shifted up to Sydney with his parents when we were both 10 years old. In that interval a lot had happened; we have grown, matured into young men, made new friends, and become much more than what we were back then. One thing that never changed, and was regained the moment Matt walked through the door, was the spark of friendship that was between us. Within minutes of his arrival, we were carrying on like the inseparable pair we were when we were kids. It was as if neither of us had been away at all.
Matt had a personality that commanded one's attention and a body to match - more so now than before. An inherited trait of the Dodd family genes. The moonlight streaming in through the window highlighted the slender form that lay in repose beneath a single sheet across from me. My eyes scanned that gorgeous body, without fear of being caught doing so. Silky black hair clung in sweaty strands around his forehead, as he lay stretched out on the bed. The beauty of him grabbed at my nuts like a fist and I wanted to hold that masculine body in my arms. His body seemed to glow silver in the light of the moon, as if he wore an armour that clung to his form. A body chiseled out of stone, made solid and firm from swim and surf training; but Matt wasn't overly muscular, just enough to be tantalizing. His skin was bronze-tanned and looked smooth beneath the curls of black spread over a well-developed chest. A line of black pointed down over a wall of hard abdominals and was lost beneath the sheet. The lustful longing for my cousin's body combined with the heat of the night making my cock grow hard, quivering at the sights I saw - and I had to see more.
I approached the bed as carefully as I could so as not to waken my beautiful knight. With shaking hands and a heart which thumped so loudly that I was sure he would hear it, I peeled back the sheet over his body. Beneath it Matt lay there completely naked and as beautiful as ever. As gorgeous as that body was, what captured my attention now was the semi-hard cock that lay lovingly across Matts right thigh; the heat of the night was having some effect on him after all. It was one of the most perfectly formed cocks I have ever seen, simply because it belonged to Matt. I absorbed every detail of it, every vein, every spot, every mark. I took in the beauty of the slit from which his love juice would flow, the curvature of the big round head that would be succulent to taste, and the shaft in its semi-erect state, hard yet still soft. A tantalising line of black lead down into a thatch of dark pubic hair which accentuated the beauty of this groin. Im no size queen so I didnt care that Matt didnt have a large cock, but the slender beauty of the rest of his body made it look invitingly larger.
My voyeuristic libido had reached its crescendo, and I could no longer just look. This body was begging to be touched, and I had to be the one to do it. The logical part of my mind screamed out not to touch him, but it was the sexual which drove me on to heaven, hell, or both; however, I did not care. Almost with a mind of its own, my hand reached out to play with the silky black hair on that muscular chest. Ever so lightly I moved my hand back and forth, up and down, feeling its softness. Then I became more daring and increased the pressure of my hand until I was moving around more freely, absorbing the contours of his pecs with my fingertips, exploring from one nipple to the other until both were hard to the touch.
I moved closer to him so that my face was barely a centimeter from that dick; I wanted to see everything in close-up. His big nuts lay beneath nestled in the white sheet tucked under him, and moved in sexual motion to the rhythm of my knight's breathing. Slowly each ball bobbed up and down, inviting, asking, daring me to take them in my hand, into my mouth to be sucked. I was totally hard and had a dull ache, not unfamiliar, in my bulging groin - in fact it was rather pleasant and exciting. The feeling of muscle and flesh beneath my fingers were sending shivers of anticipation throughout my body. My hand traveled down the path of fine hair to the hardness of Mat's washboard stomach. With one finger I traced out each ripple, each hardened crevice chiseled out of muscle, before kneading it in round circles with my hands. I felt as if I could absorb the very essence of Matthew through my fingertips, so great was my hunger for him now.
As I continued my tactile exploration, I noticed Mat's semi-hardness began to stir, increasing in width, breadth and length as it journeyed across his thigh. Here I played with the public hair, careful not to touch the growing member, brushing my fingers through the course curls, and caressing the soft skin beneath. But seeing that growing member pulse broke the chains that held me back. Lust began to dominate my soul. Losing control, I took hold of that cock in my hand, feeling its warmth, and gently squeezed, pumping blood into it to achieve its total erectus, then reluctantly let it go. I wanted to take that cock into my watering mouth, but fear of waking up my cousin held me back. Instead, with ever such slowness, I brought my hand down between Matthew's wide-flung legs and slid my hand lightly along those slender inner thighs. I don't know what he was dreaming, but with every touch that gorgeous dick stood out from Mat's body, throbbing and pulsing like he was enjoying every second of this - and so was I. My own cock was leaking more juice than a faulty tap.
I lightly stroked each round hairy ball as they bobbed up and down before me, then playfully caressed the wrinkled sac that held them. Tempting fate I leaned over sticking out my tongue and hesitantly licked each ball in turn. As this didn't awaken my sleeping knight, I got more daring. My warm breath breathed lovingly over that hot groin in panting excitement, and I could smell the soap and sweat of it as I nuzzled it with my nose. The hardness of the shaft felt good to my tongue as I licked up and down on either side. Each time I got close to the head, Mat's cock would quiver and jump like a flexing muscle as though inviting me to take it in my mouth. I didn't know whether this was just an automatic response to stimuli when one was in a dream state, or if Matt was having a sexual dream but either way his cock convulsed whenever I went near the head, and it, too, was leaking a gallon of juice. After licking up all the preseminal juice that collected in Matts belly-button I gave in to the invitation and took the head in my mouth the next time it rose up from its resting place on Matts stomach. The moment I did, a moan escaped from Matt. Shit, what would I tell the guy if he woke up to find me with his hard dick in my mouth, and my own stiff pecker in my hand? But with each passing moment the anxiety lessened. It was a tasty feast unlike no other. The more I took, the more I wanted. Yet even as I feasted on meat, all throughout my ministrations I kept a watchful eye on Matt to make sure that he wasn't waking. Apart from the moans that increased in intensity as I sucked, this guy appeared dead to the world. I thrust my mouth up and down over that hardened dick taking the thing all the way down my hungry throat. Faster and faster I went until I was taken over by that sexual drive that spurred me on. No longer was I worried about my cousin waking up, all I wanted was to feel his love juice on my tongue and down my throat.
My cousin also seemed to get into the spirit of things as I brought my summer knight to climax. Matthew moaned in pleasure, hips jerking in rhythm to my fucking mouth. Both of us were in an ecstasy of our own. My hand pumped vigorously on my stiff dick bringing me closer to a glorious explosion even as I sucked Matt off. His cock began to swell larger and his hips ground faster into my face, and I knew he was about to come. We were going to have a simultaneous eruption; he in my warm mouth, and me over the bed and the form that lay on it. Mat's belly worked his cock deep into my throat now with no help from me, and my masturbatory pumps increased their tempo. His hips were out of control it seemed; their sudden staccato pumps were accompanied by his low guttural groans heralding the acceleration of his pleasure. His dick ballooned even further and his cum broke free of the reservoir inside of his nuts and I could feel that warm juice flow through his cock tube with my lips and tongue. Spurt after spurt of hot spunk filled my mouth and poured into my stomach. "Ahhhh, you gorgeous bastard. " Matthew moaned as the final gush subsided, and his bucking hips ceased. At the same time, my hand whipped my cock with such vigor blurring speed that it sent my gushing cum hurtling across the room to hit the wall opposite. My shining knight was still sleeping peacefully, globs of cum on his chest and stomach glistening in the moonlight. Did I really hear him say something at the height of our ecstasy, or was I just dreaming in hope? I couldn't be sure but my Matt sure was asleep now, I could even make out a smile on those silvery lips. God I wish I knew what he was thinking and dreaming. But now I had something for the sandman to help me with dreams of my own - wet dreams.
Later in the evening I was stirred to wakefulness. A strange, yet warm sensation filled me. I opened my eyes and there was Matthew sucking lustfully on my stiff, hard cock. His gorgeous blue eyes looked up at me then, catching the moonbeams in their glow, and that melting smile of his looked even more sensuous with my dick still in his mouth. "After the headjob you gave me," he said, " I couldn't just lie there without returning the favour, could I ?" These summer nights were going to be the best ones in my life.