The Sandwich

Dudley sat at the kitchen table feeling both nervous and excited. The moment had finally arrived. Dudley had been dreaming of this ever since the freak got back from his stupid freaky school a little over a month ago. It started as just dreams. Very odd, very perverse dreams.

Dudley had been dreaming about his cousin for years now, but his dreams had become more extreme this year. Then his dreams turned to daydreams and the daydreams turned to plans. The boy had planned this for weeks. He told himself it wouldn’t be hard to carry out. All he needed was the right timing.

Dudley had been saving his cum for a week now. He kept it in a small water bottle in his desk drawer. So he’d been ready. Then, just this morning, his dad had told him that he and his mom would be going out. The man gave the freak some chores and asked Dudley if he wanted to come along. They were going to some stupid company party at his dad’s work. It would be boring. Dudley refused and said he’d just hang out around the house and watch TV.

They’d already been gone a while. Harry had started his chores while Dudley decided to carry out his plan. Once lunch time rolled around he ordered the freak to make them both some sandwiches. When the sandwiches were ready, Dudley told the other boy that he forgot to turn off his TV. Harry had to walk all the way back upstairs to Dudley’s room to turn it off.

While Harry was gone, Dudley uncapped the water bottle with his cum and removed the bread from the top of the freak’s sandwich. Then he quickly poured the contents of the water bottle onto the boy’s sandwich and placed the bread back on.

And now he sat, waiting for Harry to come back and eat his lunch. He didn’t wait long. The boy walked into the kitchen and sat down. He lifted his sandwich and brought it to his mouth. Dudley did the same with his sandwich. Dudley was so hard with anticipation. He watched the other boy’s soft lips open to take a bite. He saw the freak’s teeth bite into the bread. As he did, Dudley saw some of his cum seep from the back end of the sandwich. He almost came.

Dudley chewed on his sandwich as Harry chewed on his. He saw Harry swallow. Then the other boy put his sandwich down.

“I think the mayo is expired,” Harry said.

“Tastes fine to me,” Dudley said. He watched the freak go over to the fridge and take out the bottle of mayonnaise.

“It’s still good for a few months,” he heard the boy mumble.

“Told ya.”

He watched Harry sit back down and lift the sandwich again. The boy couldn’t help himself. He snuck a hand down and fondled himself through his clothes. His plans were finally coming to fruition and it was better than he ever could have imagined. He rubbed himself as the freak chewed and swallowed another bite.

Harry bit into his sandwich again. This time a glob of Dudley’s cum lingered on his bottom lip. The larger boy watched like a hawk as his cum trailed down the brunette’s lip and onto his chin. He saw when Harry’s tongue snake out of his mouth and licked the trail of cum.

Dudley almost came. He had to take his hand away from his crotch for fear that he would. He took another bite of his own sandwich and continued to watch the other boy.

When both boys had finished their lunch, Dudley couldn’t believe it. He’d actually succeeded. His plan…it had worked. Dudley had actually gotten his freaky cousin to drink his cum. If only he’d set up a camera. He knew when bedtime came he’d wish he could’ve watched it all over again.

But who’s to say he couldn’t get Harry to drink his cum again tomorrow? What if Dudley made lunch out of the goodness of his heart? Would the freak find it suspicious? Could he really get away with putting his cum in his cousin’s food a second time? There was only one way to find out.

“Potter, your sandwich was horrible. I’m making tomorrow’s lunch.”

“Yeah, whatever,” the other boy said. His cousin was already getting up to wash the dishes. Dudley stuck out his foot and the boy tripped over it. Harry fell to the floor and Dudley laughed. The boy’s ass was high in the air as the boy landed in an awkward position. Dudley couldn’t help daydreaming of someday putting his cum in another of his cousin’s holes. He bet the freak’s ass was nice and tight too. He imagined what it would be like to come deep inside him.

That night Dudley began planning again. He decided the sandwich was going to be tuna. Just tuna. The mayonnaise wouldn’t be used on Harry’s sandwich at all. Oh, but it wouldn’t be dry either. The freak would be eating a tuna and cum sandwich. He’d need to start gathering ingredients right away.

Dudley came twice that night and twice more the next morning. He had saved four loads for his cousin’s sandwich.

When lunch time rolled around, he told his parents about the awful sandwich Harry had made them. He told them how he was making his and Harry’s lunch today to show him how much better his was. Dudley loved it when his mom praised him for making lunch and loved it even more when he saw his dad punishing the freak.

“You can’t even make a fucking sandwich?” He heard his dad yell. He watched the man punch his cousin in the stomach, and while he liked seeing the freak get beat up, he hoped his cousin didn’t puke up his cum. He was relieved when Harry managed not to vomit.

After his cousin’s beating, the family sat down for lunch. Harry had already finished cooking the Dursley’s lunches, all but Dudley’s and his own. His mother told Harry that he had to eat the lunch Dudley had made for them or he’d be punished.

Dudley watched Harry take a bite out of his tuna sandwich. His cousin scrunched up his face.

“Good, isn’t it?” Dudley chided.

“It’s bitter,” Harry said.

“Don’t you dare,” his mom said, addressing the boy. “My sweet Diddikins made you lunch out of the goodness of his heart. You thank him and eat every bite.”

His cousin scowled at him. “Thanks, Big D,” he said sarcastically before taking another bite.

“You’re welcome,” Dudley said. He could feel his erection begging to be touched. “If you like it so much I should probably make lunch every day. I am the better cook.”

“Oh, Dudley,” his mom said. “You don’t have to do that.”

“It’s fine. I can’t stomach his food for every meal. Besides, hopefully the freak will learn my taste better.” Dudley almost laughed at the double meaning.

“Great,” he heard Harry mumble.

Dudley felt his cock twitch. He wondered if he could get away with feeding the freak his cum all summer.