(A story I may have heard from someone at some point.)

We had the church from the other state up helping with our smaller church. My parents had purchased a conversion van to drive the youth around in, so it was large enough to fit my parents, me, my cousin, my aunt and uncle, with my cousin and I having the back seat to ourselves.

It was dark, after a long day, and my parents were driving my aunt and uncle to their hotel after a long day of helping us. Lots of conversation going on up front. My cousin sort of idolized me, and clung to me the entire time they were in town. She was younger and had a huge crush on boy bands, and my bleached and styled hair made her say that I looked like a boy band boy.

As a horny boy controlled completely by his hormones, and generally having more time erect than not, the car ride got interesting towards the end.

It was a long drive through a country area. Roads weren’t the best, there weren’t really any street lights, so it was noisy and bumpy and dark. My cousin was sitting on my lap.

Whether it was the motion of the ride, the rubbing of my cousin against my crotch as the van moved along, or just my hormones, I had an erection. It pressed up strongly trying to break out of the right leg of my pants. It was a long ride, and I was bored and horny, so I gently rubbed myself through my pants.

My cousin was positioned dead center on my lap, but her smaller size meant my erection was almost entirely out from under her. She was holding my hands for stability as the van bounced along. I could use the fingers in my right hand to rub my erection through my pants, but it was awkward. Better was using my thumb. I did this for a while, holding her hand with my fingers while stroking with my thumb, getting harder and hornier as time went on.

It seemed adventurous to a horny boy to pull my dick out, so I spent some time working on this. I had to tug my pants down further, but it wasn’t hard to do. Lights were off, and my cousin wasn’t interested in anything I was doing, no matter how much I shifted around. I got my pants low enough that I could unzip and pull my erection out of my pants. Now I could press my thumb against my foreskin and using only my thumb maneuver the foreskin back and forth. I was getting close, but not close enough that I could cum. It felt like I would never quite make it. I got frustrated at the lack of progress, and eventually took a big risk, my penis taking over all my thought process.

I shifted my cousin’s grip from my fingers to my thumb, so her fingers were wrapped around and holding onto just my thumbs. Through some movements, I acted like I was shifting, getting comfortable, adjusting my grip, itching my face. Both hands. Having done it first with the left (see? nothing unusual going on, just fidgeting for a moment), I got her hand back holding onto my left thumb. I fidgeted with her hand with my left fingers, playing with her fingers, pushing them around.

So it wouldn’t be strange when I did it with the right.

I fidgeted around again, this time using my right hand. Then I put her hand back on my thumb.

My “thumb”.

And I wrapped my fingers around the front of her hand, and played with her fingers, making sure it was just like the other hand.

Her grasp was so warm, so soft. I played with my own dick multiple ways, stoking the top of the head with my thumb, fiddling my fingers across the bottom of the head quickly, trying to cum. I couldn’t. I tried deliberately bouncing too much as the car moved, holding her hand still so I could hump it until I came. I just couldn’t get there like this, but it did feel really good, and I was wanting to explode.

I couldn’t take it. The lights were off, she couldn’t see anything even if she looked down. I started bouncing my hands up and down, with her holding onto my thumbs. I bounced my legs with exaggeration to hide my movements. But this way, I could actually use her hand to jerk off. When I got close, again, it was dark, she wouldn’t be able to see anything. I wrapped my fingers around hers, squeezed a bit and pulled back tightly on my foreskin, sending myself over the edge.

I wasn’t sure where I was going to cum, but I was going for it, my erection was controlling my thoughts and I would come up with whatever dismissive explanation I needed to later.

Then I heard the spurts.

Loud.

My cum was shooting against the faux leather backing of the bench seat in front of us. I was sure my aunt and uncle in front of us would hear. How could they not? My intense pleasure got suddenly muddled by the fear and panic of being surely caught. I had to keep her grip pulled back tight to make sure she didn’t get any cum on her. At least it wasn’t hitting her leg. How would I have explained that? Oh geez oh geez I’m going to get caught.

But I didn’t. I finished cumming, then made like I had to stretch my hand out, and used the opportunity to lose my cousin’s grip. Then I tucked my swollen, limp penis, cum still dripping out onto my leg, into my pants. I made it. I didn’t get in trouble.

My face was red hot, both from the intense sexual pleasure and from fear of getting caught.