I had a supper sexy cousin who was a wrestler with a lithe, lean (something like 5’8” and 140 lbs.) body and with blond feathered hair. He was an Adonis — very cute, handsome with a perfect physique. After everybody went to bed and we had the living room to ourselves we’d usually just be hanging out in our underwear sleeping in sleeping bags. And FYI, though I’ve never cared much about dick size, for what it’s worth, I could see that he was very nicely hung.
For the purpose of this story I’ll call him Toby.
When we visited he and I would sleep in the living room so my parents could be in his bedroom. We’d wrestle around and stuff. Being gay I so badly wanted our wrestling to turn into something more, and though we’d both get hard whenever we rough housed together it never went any further because he never tried anything and I never got the sense from him that I could.
After he’d go to sleep I’d lie there wanting to feel his cock and balls through the fabric of his tight white briefs, and like any healthy young guy he would have been popping a woody about every half an hour or so in those “tighty whities.” Considering that I wasn’t an athlete like he was I had a really decent body. We both looked good in our underwear.
I never worked up the courage or took the risk. When I’d imagine doing it I also imagined asking him the next morning whether he remembered being awake at all during the night or specifically during whatever time I would have been enjoying exploring his package and feeling him up — and as my heart would have been beating right out of my chest. What was he going to say other than “I was asleep; how would I know?”
This happened like half a dozen times but one of those times the next morning at breakfast he said, “So ‘DF’,” (he always called me by both my first and middle names together like other people in my extended family did, which I’m using an abbreviation to DF for this story), “were you asleep between 2 and 3 o’clock this morning?”
I was amazed to hear the words coming out of his mouth to ask me the same question using practically word for word what I’d have been asking him. So, now that the “shoe was on the other foot and I had already thought about this so often, I didn’t miss a beat and immediately replied just as I’d imagined he would have: “Toby, if I was asleep how would I know? Duh?!”
His sister (so also my cousin) was there at breakfast too, and she was like “Duh, Toby?!! How would he know? If he’s asleep he’s not going to know if he’s asleep!” — like it was the dumbest question in the world, which it kind of was, and we both laughed, gently mocking him.
Of course, I could not help but wonder then and over all these years ever since: Did Toby actually satisfy his own curiosity and check out my balls and cock — which, like his, would have been tenting on and off all through the night. Did he reach over at some point to see what I had and what it felt like, just like I’d always wanted to do with him.
So, in the unlikely event that you’re on here “Toby” and read this and recognize yourself, hit me up, dude! Since you’re on here I’ll assume you’re game for a little sexual fun, at least once, for old times’ sake to finally satisfy our mutual interest and curiosity, .
