I ate my cousin, and my friends heard

It was a typical morning in my room. The blue light of the video game screen lit up our faces as we played FIFA, laughing and shouting at every goal scored. My cousin Raphael was sitting next to me, his eyes twinkling, perhaps a little from the marijuana we had smoked earlier. His beer bottle was half empty, and cigarette smoke was still in the air, mixed with the smell of sweat and cheap perfume. The call with our friends was active, and their excited voices echoed through the headphones, mocking every bad move. But deep down, prostitution was always a part of our relationship, since we were younger, we shared secrets and discoveries, we watched porn together, we masturbated in the same room, we explored curiosities that we would never confess to anyone, Raphael was always more comfortable with his sexuality, already assumed as passive, while I was still beginning to accept myself as bisexual. <unk> You're terrible at this game, Gabriel <unk> he laughed, taking a sip of his beer before passing it to me. His voice was a little hoarse, probably from the marijuana. <unk> But I have an idea to increase the adrenaline <unk> I proposed, with a malicious smile. <unk> What if every defeat was worth a piece of clothing? Whoever loses, takes off a piece of clothing. Raphael looked at me with wide eyes, but soon the mischievous smile that I knew so well appeared on his face. "What are you two betting on?" asked someone on the call, his voice charged with curiosity. "Nothing much", I answered, quickly, as Raphael laughed softly beside me. It wasn't long before we were both almost completely naked. I was in my underwear, and Raphael had just lost the last piece of clothing. He stood up with an exaggerated sigh, but there was something in his smile that told me he was having fun. My gaze followed him as he took off his underwear. He turned his back to me, sliding the cloth down his thighs slowly, as if provoking. His big, round butt was exposed, and he stepped up slightly, perhaps on purpose, as he bent over to throw it on the floor. "Are you quiet there... who's winning?" asked another voice on the call. "Gabriel is winning everything", replied Raphael, laughing. "But the last round will be different". <unk> What did he mean by that? <unk> Someone asked, but I pretended not to hear. My heart raced when I saw his pink ass, already a bit wide, revealing signs of frequent use. My hands trembled slightly on the controller, but I kept playing, trying to disguise how much that sight was affecting me. When he finally turned around, I saw his soft, small but thick cock covered in his foreskin. He seemed vulnerable and at the same time defiant. The sight of him naked, completely at ease beside me, made my breathing speed up. <unk> It's not fair, Gabriel <unk> he complained, crossing his arms over his chest and making out. <unk> You're still in your underwear, and I'm naked! <unk> But it's not worth it for me to play anymore <unk> I answered, provoking. <unk> There's nothing left for you to take. <unk> Then the game lost its grace <unk> he grumbled, but it was obvious that he was waiting for something more. <unk> Hey, calm down. How about a new challenge? <unk> I suggested, my tone charged with malice. <unk> If you lose, you'll have to suck me. Raphael looked at me for a second, as if he were considering the proposal, then he shrugged and smiled. Let's see who wins now. We continued playing, but it was obvious that Raphael was no longer so focused on the game. His attention seemed divided, and he lost it quickly. He let out an exaggerated sigh, but before I could say anything, he put his longneck on the table and knelt between my legs. "What's going on in there?" asked someone on the call, his voice charged with curiosity. I looked at Raphael, who was staring at me with that malicious gleam in his eyes. "Keep playing", he said, with a mischievous smile, as he pulled my underwear down. My stick jumped out, hard and pulsating. Raphael held it with both hands, licking the tip slowly. The wet sound from his mouth soon began to echo through the room, but I tried to concentrate on the game, although it was almost impossible. "Man, there's some strange noises in there... is everything all right?" asked one of the friends, laughing nervously. <unk> It's just Gabriel's microphone... I think it's picking up some sound from the TV <unk> another replied, trying to ease the tension. Raphael intensified the movements, his mouth going deeper, while he sucked my balls avidly. <unk> What's that noise? <unk> someone insisted, laughing. <unk> It looks like someone is sucking something! I looked at Raphael, who was staring at me with that malicious gleam in his eyes. "It's just my cousin sucking me off", I replied, laughing and teasing at the same time. The silence on the call was instant, followed by nervous laughter. "Brother, you're messing around, aren't you?" someone asked, but another interrupted: I knew there was something weird going on there... Raphael raised his head just to lick his lips and whisper: I want them to listen. He was sucking me again with even more intensity, the wet sounds getting louder and louder, and I could hear muffled laughter and even some moaning in the call. "Man, this is getting weird", one of them said, trying to hide the excitement. <unk> Or not... still there, Gabriel <unk> provoked another, laughing. Raphael stepped back for a moment, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, but not without first launching another provocation: I want you to fuck me, Gabriel. "Dude, that's too weird... but I'm not leaving the call". Someone said, without being able to hide the laughter. He turned, sticking his ass up at me, and spit in his hand, passing the saliva on his ass provocatively. Then he stuck two fingers inside himself, penetrating as he groaned and prepared to receive me. I watched every move, I knew he was teasing me, and I loved it. After preparing himself, Raphael sat on my lap, sliding his ass on my stick. He rested his head on my right shoulder, allowing me to watch TV and continue playing. I hugged him, holding the controller on his back. As I was much taller than him, I let him watch TV and play perfectly. Raphael started jerking and rolling on my roll, moaning loudly. Every move he made made made my dick slide deeper into him, increasing the pleasure for both of us. I could feel the heat and pressure of his ass wrapping around my dick. As he jerked and rolled, his hard, thick dick rubbed between our bellies. Every jerk, every roll, made his dick slide between our bellies, leaving a trail of pleasure that mixed with our sweat in my hair. The staff on my earphone laughed, and someone said he couldn't stand to listen anymore and was masturbating. I whispered in his ear, my voice growling with desire. "Speak louder. I want them to hear", he replied, smiling against my neck. His movements became faster, more intense, and I could feel his dick pulsating between our bellies, leaving a trail of pre-pleasure that mingled with the sweat in my hair. <unk> That's very good, but... are you guys still playing? <unk> asked someone on the call, laughing at the others. Raphael laughed, but he didn't stop. <unk> Ah, Gabriel, I'm almost there <unk> he groaned, his voice full of urgency and desire. Raphael mocked intensely, his body trembling as he bit my shoulder, stifling a deep groan. His stick pulsated, spreading his warm, sticky mockery all over our skin and into my hair. The feeling of his warm liquid against my belly and chest was incredible. I let go of the control for a moment and held him tight, feeling every spasm of his body as he mocked, his ass squeezing my dick tightly, pushing me to the limit, with one last push, I also mocked, feeling my orgasm spread throughout my body, every burst of my joy filling Raphael, making him moan even louder. I could feel every pulse of my dick inside Raphael, filling him with my warm mockery. Our moans echoed through the room and the call, mingling with the sounds of the game and the laughter of the other players, and we stood there, cuddled, our bodies sweaty and sticky, as we caught our breath. That was incredible, Gabriel. Raphael whispered, his voice still full of pleasure and satisfaction. After we joked, Raphael continued in my lap, still with my stick inside him. He fell asleep on my shoulder, his breathing becoming slower and more regular. I continued playing, feeling his body warm and relaxed against mine. As I played, my dick slowly began to soften. The pressure of Raphael's ass gently pushed it out, and I felt my dick slide out of it. When I looked through the reflection of the mirror, I could see his ass cracked and open, leaking my semen. Raphael was sleeping quietly in my lap, his body still warm and sweaty against mine. I continued playing. The call was full of comments about what had happened. Some asked to participate next time, but that's for another story.