It was Wednesday before Thanksgiving and I had just gotten home from the gym when my mom yelled downstairs to tell me to straighten up my "areas" About a year ago I moved into the downstairs bedroom and while I was loving the added freedom and privacy, it came with the expectation that I was responsible for the entire basement, but totally worth it since I mostly have the family room to myself with the awesome TV, pool table, bar area on top of having my own room and bathroom finally.
I was reluctantly picking up dirty clothes from the floor in my room when I got a notification on my phone. It was my cousins on my mom's side, Tommy and Andy, in our group text.
Tommy: "Andy's guy finally came through so we'll have the goods for the long weekend."
Andy: "I always do and you guys owe me."
Me: "Nice. Can't wait. What's the ETA?"
Tommy: "We're thinking about 8"
Me: "Andy brining the new Jeep?"
Andy: "How else would we get there?"
Me: "Idk. Your parents? Lol"
Tommy: "Your mom didn't tell you? They're going to our other grandparents."
Me: "Love them, but that's awesome! And can't wait to check out the Jeep."
I have a pretty tight-knit family and we always get together at my Grandparents for holidays. For as long as I can remember my aunt, uncle and cousins, who live in the big city a couple hours away have always stayed with us when they come to visit since we live pretty close to our Grandparents place.
Since Tommy is about a year younger than me and Andy is not quite a year older we've pretty much grown up together. We don't get to hang as often as we used to since we're always busy with school and sports, but they're the closest thing to brothers for me since my little sister Debra is my only sibling.
I finished vacuuming the family room floor and grabbed my hockey bag to bring it to my bedroom just as my sister Deb came downstairs to ask when our cousins were arriving for my mom.
She said our dad was going to give her a ride to my grandparents house since she was going to stay with them where a couple of our girl cousins would also be for the weekend. It seems like this weekend is getting better and better, less parents and no sister to worry about for the whole Thanksgiving weekend.
After I finished cleaning my room I hopped in the shower since I was pretty gross from the gym. As I toweled off after the shower I started to feel pretty horny and as I'm slipping on some fresh underwear my dick was already semi-hard and slightly tenting my boxers.
Thought I might as well take care of it now since I wouldn't have any time alone for the next few days with my cousins around, so I hopped on one of my favorite sites at my desk with my thick seven-inch caramel-toned dick poking through the fly of my boxers.
I love the site because it's got all kinds of videos from pro to amateur and you can discover pretty much anything. A little while back I was just clicking through clips with my dick in my hand when I clicked on a clip of a guy sucking another guy out of curiosity and I felt my dick pulse almost immediately when I saw this guy that looked like me, a muscular but twinky looking guy, sucking off a guy that looked like he could be a college football quarterback.
As much fun as I've had with girls, there was something primal about watching guys lustfully going at each other and since then I've been watching guy on guy about seventy-five percent of the time. I was watching one of my favorite amateur videos where these guys, looking like some kind of teammates, are taking turns face fucking each other on the edge of a bed and just as I'm getting into it, I hear my mom yell down that my cousins are here.
I closed my laptop and hurriedly threw on a shirt and jeans, then attempted to tuck my boner into my waistband hoping it wouldn't be noticeable as I made my way out of my room and up the stairs. Just as I go to open the door from the basement my cousin Tommy swings the door open with a big grin on his face.
He jokingly says, "I was just about to come down and see whats keeping you from seeing your favorite cousins."
I make my way outside to the driveway with Tommy to find my parents and sister checking out Tommy's new-to-him awesome black Jeep with a soft-top. We stood around catching up for a few minutes before my dad and sister left so my dad could drop-off my sister at our grandmas, and I helped my cousins bring their stuff downstairs where they would be staying with me.
Once we were downstairs and away from my mom it was time to checkout the goods and my cousins really came through, we had an ounce of weed and two liters of liquor for the weekend along with the new Madden for Xbox.
My dad picked up pizza on the way home and after we ate with my parents we brought the rest to the basement and fired up the Xbox on the big TV. They forgot to bring an extra controller and I only had two so as Andy and I played a game Tommy made us some mixed drinks and rolled a few joints. One of my favorite things about our basement is my basically private walkout onto the patio where the hot tub sits under the deck.
We decided to paused the game, step outside and smoke our first joint for the night. As we were headed out I could've sworn I saw Andy's hand not so mistakenly brush against Tommy's crotch as he followed him out onto the patio, but since I'm a lightweight I thought it was certainly the alcohol getting to me. While trying not to wake up my parents, we quietly goofed around and talked while smoking and drinking, then went back inside.
We played some more and I think Andy was even more stoned than me since I beat him at his own game. We have always been really competitive with each other and laughingly I told Andy, "throw Tommy the controller so I can school him too," but Tommy had another idea, he thought we should play a game of pool. I told him even though my parents are two floors up on the second-floor we would still have to be careful not to be too loud since they were asleep, and we decided to play cut-throat so that Andy could join in as well.
We've been playing this game for years, the point is that you keep as many balls as you can on the table while trying to knock off the other players and winner gets to make a new rule for the next round. When we were younger it was usually goofy stuff, but to my surprise Andy won the first round and with a devilish grin said, "boys were going to up the ante this time around and every time one of your balls gets knocked off the table you have to remove some clothing."
Like I said, we were very competitive and also very close, we had even jerked off together over the years, but always with blanket covering us or inside our shorts. Anyway, I glanced over at Tommy who had a smirk on his face, looked back at Andy and said "game on," and Tommy agreed as well.