Why?” I asked, not knowing the reason why mom was making a fuss.“Oh . . . shit!” mom groaned, “How long are you going to be? I need the toilet... . . . . I’m pissing myself” she continued, stress sounding in her voice.Upset that my bath was being disrupted and not wanting to open the door as mom had never seen me naked since I was 5, especially now that I had reached puberty I said.“You’ll have to wait! . . . I’ve only just got in!”“Mmmmm! . . . . Mmmmm! . . . .Mmmmm!” came from behind the door. Cousin Greg. Once I open the door he comes in as loud and arrogant as he always was, slapping me on the back of the head while he walks by. “What’s up scrawny! What are you playing, a fighting game?” “Yeah, I’m trying to finish the campaign.” He just stood there for a few seconds and then rolled his eyes, as if to tell me how much of a geek I was, which wasn’t completely wrong.Most of the k**s in the neighborhood were older than me, so I didn’t really have any friends close by. “I’ll play you.”. He kept moving me around into different positions – I was felt very mold-able that night. I was still pretty drunk, and I was very comfortable and really getting into every position. After awhile, he moved so that he was laying on his back and I was laying in between his legs performing oral, sloppily, Im sure because of how drunk I was. Then, he shocked me by forcing it down my throat and holding me there while he reached over and turned the light on. Still holding me on his dick, he let me. I could tease him. I could make him beg. But not tonight. He doesn’t hold in his groan when I pull back, and then quickly engulf him again. My stroking hand rises to meet my lips, and retreats at the same time – a tug of war where everybody wins. I cradle his balls in my palm after a few sucks and I can feel them tightening. They move as if they have a mind of their own, but they’re just as much mine as the rest of him. I almost want someone to catch us. I want them to see me with his big cock.