Date: Sun, 8 Apr 2007 16:29:39 -0700 (PDT) From: ragaybio2121@yahoo.com Subject: Cousin Stops By-1 This story is a work of purely fiction/fantasy and contains scenes of gay sex between that of consenting adults. If you find this offensive, are under the age of 18, it is illegal wherever you are to read this, stop now. This story may contain acts of incest, if you are bothered by this or any other gay sexual acts that may occur or harsh or vulgar language, leave this site. You have been warned. This work of fiction is property of myself and may not be copied or used in any way without my express consent. All persons in this series are fictional and not real people living or dead. I was just about to head off to bed after a fairly boring night. Right when I turned out the light, I heard a loud banging on my door. I figured it was a drunken neighbor, just lost trying to get home. I opened the door and there stood my 18 year cousin. I just shook my head. I had told him to stop by some time the last time I saw him at his graduation but never expected to see at 11:30 at night. "Can I come in, Ty?" Dylan, my cousin, asked me. I saw him standing there with a beer bottle in his hand. He was about 6 foot tall and rather thin. I on the other hand am about 5'10 and weighed about 130. I was still in college and had that summer and a full year to go before I graduated with a degree in civil engineering. "Dylan, what the fuck, man?" I said, wondering why the late nights visit. "Dude, you told me to stop by some time. Shit, Ty, you know my parents would jump my ass if they saw me like this," Dylan said. "Shit," I murmured under my breath. I hated to corral drunken people, especially ones who don't know what they are doing. "Dude, grab a seat," I said. "I take it your ass has been out partying tonight." "Hell yeah, you know it, dude," Dylan said. "Why did you come here?" I asked. "Dude, it was the closest place I knew." Dylan said and could see I was a little perturbed, "Fucking take my ass home if you don't want me here." "Nah dude, you are fine," I said. "Cool, then you got some more beer dude?" Dylan asked. I got up and went to the refrigerator. I guess he knew me too well and grabbed us both a cold one. I handed it to him and smiled. Hell, I was the same way when I graduated out of high school. I partied my ass off most nights that summer with my friends until the real action started in college. I handed him the beer and asked, "Why are you shacked up with some girl tonight?" "Dude I wish I was," Dylan then took a big swig of the beer, "Where's your girl?" "Dude, we broke up after 3 weeks ago," I said. "No pussy for your ass lately then, huh?," Dylan said. "You got that right," I said and took a big drink. Dylan really was a nice kid and we practically had grown up together. He was a big jock and excelled in water polo and swimming. I was the dork of the family but ended up with a full paid ride to the college here in my hometown. I had to get out of the house and rented this one bedroom, if nothing else to take a little responsibility in my life. "Yeah, I would love to have some bitch here sucking my fat cock right now," Dylan said, grabbing his shorts at his crotch. "Wouldn't we all?" I said and changed the subject "So Dylan where you going to college?" "Hell I don't know. I might just hang here for a year then transfer. I was hoping for a fat scholarship but they didn't offer me enough to swim or play water polo." "Dude, my mom said you were good and got all-conference this year in water polo." "Fuck dude, I know dude. They just offered me like books and shit. We can't afford those high dollar schools." "I know where you are coming from," I said. "You care if smoke in here," Dylan said. I was shocked again knowing he was a down right jock. "Dude, I only do this when I drink." "I don't care," I said. Dylan wiped out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. "Dude I figured you got that ass laid every night here since you live alone." Dylan blew the smoke out his mouth. "Dylan I wish. My ex found another guy she liked better, so here I am." "Dude that sucks. She must have wanted a bigger dick or something." "I doubt that," I smiled and said. "Shit dude, you know that what all bitches want, a big fucking cock in their hot little pussies every night." Dylan said while he smoked. "Well, honestly, she must have found the biggest dude around," I smiled. "You are just shitting me. You know white dudes are not fucking hung." "Oh well, maybe not all," I said, wondering just how drunk he was. I will admit he did have a mouth on him. His parents would die if they heard him talk like that and see a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. After another couple of beers, I saw Dylan lay down on the couch and finally go to sleep. I figured it was late enough and headed to my nice bed. I was asleep about 2 seconds after my head hit the pillow thanks to a few beers that seem to be a perfect sleeping pill for me. I was up the next morning, rummaging through the refrigerator looking for something to ease my hunger pangs. I tried my best to keep quiet while Dylan was sound asleep on my couch. I guess I shut the cabinet doors too hard and heard Dylan wake up. I noticed he shed his shirt in the middle of the night but still had on his shorts. He immediately went to the bathroom. I then saw him come out and I have to admit for an 18 year old guy he had a nice body. I could tell that swimming had sculpted his body perfectly and there wasn't an ounce of fat to be found anywhere on him. "What you looking at?" Dylan asked. "Oh sorry Dylan, I sure can tell swimming has done wonders for you," I said, hoping not to sound like some gay guy. "Ty, that is so damn gay," Dylan said. "Can I grab something to eat right quick before I head home?" "Sure, I think there might be some pop-tarts up in the cabinet," I said. "Thanks, I like these kinds. Mom buys this type all the time for me," Dylan said and then stuck them in the toaster. I saw him posing I guess and just kept my eyes then staring straight ahead, not ever looking directly at him. I then heard them pop right out of the toaster. I then asked, "Dylan, how often you drink, dude?" "Whenever I can," Dylan said and then sat at my small table. "Sorry I sort of came over unannounced last night. This was the first place I could think of when my friend asked me where to take me." "Dude, it is cool. I haven't seen much of you lately. I just didn't know you were a party animal," I smiled at Dylan. "Yeah, since I graduated, I have sort of gone a little wild. Hey whatever you do, don't even mention that I was here. You know our moms talk constantly on that phone," Dylan said. "I won't. Hell I remember those days since it was just three years ago for me," I said. I knew Dylan now was doing all this stuff behind his parents back. There was no way I was going to rat him out. I would have died if someone would have done that to me when I was 18. "Dude, I am really sorry about last night. I guess..." Dylan said. I interrupted him and said, "Dylan, don't worry about it. I did get to see your other side last night though. Boy, have you really grown up." "Yeah, I do get a little vulgar when I drink," Dylan said. "I am used to it, dude. I got a lot of friends just like that," I said and then smiled at Dylan. "Ty, you care if I hop in the shower right quick and then you take me home?" Dylan asked. "Sure, got right ahead," I said. Dylan was nice enough to put his plate and empty glass of orange juice in the sink. He then headed off to shower and freshen up. While he was showering, I tried to pick up all our empty beer bottles that were about my apartment. He came out after showering with his short dark hair still wet. "Hey, Ty, throw me my shirt," Dylan said, showing me his tanned body and cut but slender upper body. "Why don't you just wear one of mine? I got one that sort of looks like this and it don't smell like smoke." I said after I had smelt of his nasty shirt. "Good thinking, dude," Dylan said. I went to my closet and saw Dylan trailing me. He went and picked out my favorite old t-shirt. I just handed it to him. "Don't worry I will bring it back," Dylan said and put on my shirt. "I swap clothes with my friends all the time." "You better bring it back, Dylan. That is my favorite one," I said. We then headed to the car. I dropped him off in front of his house and then headed back to my apartment. I stopped at the store on the way back since I was already out. I just hung around the apartment most of the day, playing my favorite computer game online with my other online geeky friends. It was my mine source of entertainment most days now since my girl left me. My girl didn't live with me per se but did spent a lot of nights here. I did have a few friends stop by occasionally but their main interest was to raid my alcohol. I usually didn't mind that much since I would do that to them some plus it broke the boredom sometimes of living alone this past few weeks. I had made the most of my night there alone, doing whatever I pleased. I had a few beers and watched a movie I had rented. I was really starting to miss the companionship of a female, since my ex and I loved to rent movies and just stay home. I then headed back to my computer to engage in some fierce online gaming before hitting the sack. I was just starting to get into the game when I heard a loud knock at the door. "Who could that be? Oh please not Dylan again," I thought to myself and headed to the door. Sure enough it was Dylan, standing at my door. If nothing else he had brought back my t-shirt. He was standing there with just some swimming trunks and some flip-flops with his hair still damp. "Thanks, Dylan, wassup?" I asked but already could tell from the strong smell of marijuana that covered his clothes. I could also see the glazed over look in his eyes too. "Oh not much, Ty. How is it going cuz?" Dylan asked and then went over to my couch. "Dylan, where have you been? I can smell that you been hitting the bud, dude," I said. "Hell dude, some friends and I got smoked out after we went swimming. You cool with that?" "Damn, Dylan, first you come over drunk and now you are fucking high," I said and was a little pissed at Dylan for showing back up at my place. "Fuck, Ty. I had to get out of there. Damn, they were about to start smoking some crack, dude. I didn't want to keep driving around all night," Dylan said. "Well at you had sense enough to leave when you did," I said but was still a little pissed. "Dude, I done some crack before but that shit is not for me," Dylan said. "You smoke weed, Ty?" "No dude not a lot. I just drink, not saying I haven't tried it but I really haven't done it in a long time," I said. "Dylan, you really need to find some new friends before they really get your ass in some deep shit." "Ty, I know. I don't mind getting high and shit, but damn, crack is a whole different thang," Dylan said. "I will leave here in a little bit once I come down." "Dylan, it is cool. I wasn't doing much any way. You can stay as long as you want," I said, seeing that he was struggling with a lot of peer pressure and the rest of things that come with growing up at the age of 18. I know smoking weed and drinking was a big deal for people his age that we out for trouble. For some reason, I guess Dylan now looked up to me like he did when we were much younger. "Dude, you are cool as fuck," Dylan said. "I still remember all the trips and shit we used to take when we were kids. I always wanted to do everything you did." "Yeah, you did. You were a pain in the ass, then. I guess you still are," I smiled at Dylan. "Fuck you," Dylan said. "You don't care if I hang here a little while do you?" "Nah dude. It sort of gets lonely at times now," I said. "I bet it does. This is cool though that my aunt and uncle set your ass up like this. Dude, I would be banging a different hoe each night if I had a set up like this." "I thought the same thing, Dylan. I do like being out on my own even though my folks help me out some." "That's cool. I sure hope mine set me up like this. Why didn't you get a roommate at first?" Dylan asked. "Oh I thought about it but I figured it would be more hassle than it was worth," I said. "Yeah, I bet it would be, but they could keep you from getting bored," Dylan said. He then got up and grabbed a fresh bag of chips that I had just bought and a soda. I was a little hungry too and helped Dylan eat the chips, since they were mine. We continued to talk for a while up until after midnight. You know he is a pretty cool guy and all for being a jock. While talking, I figured it wouldn't hurt if he stayed another night even though he wasn't high any more. "Dylan my ass is going to bed. I am beat," I said. "Ty, care if I sleep in there with you? This couch is so lumpy. My damn back hurt all day," Ty asked. "I don't care as long as you stay on your side of the bed," I said and headed off. I took off my shorts and shirt and got in bed. I admit I was skinny and a little envious of Dylan's body but that was about all. "Dude, can I borrow some boxers, instead of sleeping in these shorts?" Dylan asked. "Sure, they are some right there in that drawer," I said and pointed to my dresser. Dylan pulled out a pair of boxers and dropped his shorts right there in front of me. He then put on my boxers and got on his side of the bed. "You aren't shy are you?" I asked. "Oh, sorry dude. I guess I am used to undressing in front of guys and shit," Dylan said. "Locker room thing, you know?" "Yeah, I sort of forgot that since I never really played much organized sports," I said. "That's cool. I bet you are way smarter than me," Dylan said. He continued to talk about water polo and swimming while I tried to get some sleep. For some reason he was revved up when we got in bed but I was tired and tired to tune him out. Then Dylan asked out of no where, "Ty, have you ever messed around with a guy before?" I turned and looked at him, "Fuck no. Have you?" "Well..." "Damn Dylan, you have?" "Well... just experimenting and shit," Dylan said. "It was kind of cool." "Dude, whatever you say," I said and then rolled back over hoping that would end that. I then felt his hand on my shoulder. He then turned me over. Dylan then said, "Wouldn't it be cool as fuck if we just experimented a little? I know you beat that meat." "Whatever. Just go to sleep, Dylan," I said and then saw him push back the covers. I could vaguely see that he had my boxers pushed down and was starting to beat his small cock from the dim light that shown through my window. "Dude, you doing what I think you are doing?" "Yeah, all guys jack off," Dylan said like it was no big deal. "Dylan, we are family. I don't want to see that shit," I said. "Ty, you can do it if you want," Dylan said. "Dude, it is just too weird being that you are my damn cousin," I said but still could make out what he was doing. "Shit, dude, it is just us guys. Come on join me. It feels fuckin' goooood," Dylan said. "I can help you if you want me too." "Dylan I don't know," I said. "Oh come on. Fuck, not like I never seen another dudes dick before, plus it is sort of dark in here," Dylan pleaded with me. I was a little horny and slowly pushed down my boxers under the covers. My dick then flopped out and I started to jack it just a little. This was weird as hell, beating my meat with my cousin doing the same. I looked over at Dylan who was now completely out of my boxers and just jacking off his dick. I could see that he was now hard and wasn't that big. He then pushed the sheets back to see me. My boxers were still at my knees. He just pushed them the rest of the way off. "I bet that feels better now. Damn, Ty, you got a big dick," Dylan said. "Thanks," I said. My eyes were now adjusted to the dim light and could see Dylan pretty well now. I then saw him scoot closer to me. "Can I jack you some?" Dylan asked. I removed my hand from my now hard 7.5 inch cock. "I guess so if you want to." I then felt his skinny hand reach over and start sliding up and down my dick. It did feel pretty good, but still was weird as hell seeing my cousin jacking me off. "You want to jack me?" He asked. "No thanks, Dylan," I said. "That's cool. I understand, Ty," Dylan said continuing to jack me slowly. He then looked up at me, "Can suck this hot dick?" "Fuck Dylan are you fucking gay? Only gay guys suck dick." "Fuck Ty. I am not fucking gay. I have done it some but I still like pussy. I just wanted to try," Dylan said. "I guess so," I said. I then saw him make a straight line to my hard dick and stuck it in his mouth. I have to admit it did feel good even though it was my cousin sucking me. I just let him have at it while I just laid back and enjoyed the dick sucking my cousin was giving me. "You like this shit, huh?" Dylan said. "Not as much as you do, you little shit. It does feel good," I said and saw Dylan licking my hard cock and then sticking it back in his mouth. I swear this was not his first or second time to do this. The boy was good and I could tell he knew what he was doing. I could feel his hand wrapped around my cock while he jacked it and then would stick it in his mouth. He was jacking himself too while he sucked me. I could feel I was about to blow. I then told Dylan, "You better fucking stop!" He removed his mouth but kept jacking me off. I felt my nuts tighten and was about to cum. "Oh shit, Dylan!" I said and then shot stream after stream onto my skinny body. "You can suck me now," Dylan said. "Fuck no, dude," I said. Dylan didn't seem to be discouraged. He just kept pounding his dick. "Oh fuck yeah!" Dylan moaned as a nice stream of hot cum flooded his ripped abs. I got up and grabbed a towel and wiped us both off. "That wasn't so bad was it?" Dylan then asked. "No it wasn't too bad," I said. "They were right." "Right about what?" "Guys do suck dick better than bitches do," I smiled at Dylan. He was smiling too. He said, "Fuck I know dude." I grabbed my boxers and put them on. Dylan just stayed naked while we then turned over and went to sleep. To be continued... You are welcome to email me,ragaybio2121@yahoo.com Thanks for reading.