Date: Thu, 31 May 2007 14:23:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: ragaybio2121@yahoo.com
Subject: Cousin Stops By-15

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 contains 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 pure 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. Remember this is fiction and
always practice safe sex.


I woke the next morning with Dylan's body pressed right up near mine.  I
could have made love to him right there but instead got up and readied
myself for my day.  He asked that I wake him up before I left in that he
could sleep later in the day in preparation for his night shift.  I
struggled to wake him but he finally came around.  I lay a key I had made
for him on the counter and left.  I thought he might just roll over and
return to sleep once I was gone.

Work became easier so to speak each day once I started getting the jest of
what was expected of me being a, what they called,
`engineer-in-training'. This meant at 5 years experience before becoming a
licensed professional engineer in Florida. I eagerly looked forward to that
day.

I returned home and found Dylan asleep in my bed. I shut the door not to
disturb him.  I wondered what he had done all day and soon found his board
shorts lying in the bathroom floor along with a soaking wet towel. I hung
them to dry and started doing some laundry to stay caught up since Dylan
didn't have that many clothes with him.  I found this rather odd since he
was a clothes hound earlier and always was dressed so perfectly, but I
guess he either had lost them or sold them to support his habit.

Around 8 or so, I woke him up to eat and hopefully to try and make him
sleep while I was at work.  His eyes popped open when I touched him.  The
old gleam seemed to be returning that I so dearly loved.  He was now into
his second week without doing drugs I hoped.

"What time is it?" Dylan asked.

"Around 8. You wanna eat something before you head into work?" I asked.

"Yeah, that would be nice. I sure hope I can stay awake during my shift
tonight.

"Dylan you will do just fine. Once you get adjusted, I think you might like
it.  You can do whatever you want during the day."

"Ty, I hope so," Dylan sat down and ate some pork chops and mac and cheese
that I had made.

After we ate, we went to the bedroom. Dylan wanted to have sex before he
went to work and I didn't argue there. Seeing his naked, now tanning body,
had me lusting for him the entire night.

After swapping hot blowjobs, I lay him on his back.  Missionary style was
my favorite and offered me a chance to look into Dylan's eyes and see his
body while we engaged in sex. The look of shear pleasure and enjoyment
filled his big blue and now clear eyes once I was in him. My hands gently
touched his face and stroked his hair while I made serious love to his
body.

"UMMMM, yeah," Dylan moaned while I slowly worked my hard cock in him.

We both took it slow and gently.  There was tons of kissing, which made it
even hotter for the both of us. It was ultimate joy to softly fuck Dylan.
My cock felt right at home rammed up between his beautiful ass
cheeks. Dylan would occasionally grab my ass and force my cock into him
deeper. The moans and grunts were peaceful and out of pure gratification.

"Dylan, I wish we could be like this all night," I said.

"I know. This is fucking awesome," Dylan said.

We continued having sex at this slow, deliberate peace to enjoy each
other's bodies.  After a good 20 minutes, I slowly exited Dylan. We lay
side by side jacking each other's cock before exploding unto our bodies.
We still had a little time to relish the moment and continued to kiss and
caress each other.

Dylan grabbed my hand and we made our way to my shower.  We washed off the
remains of our sex, still enjoying each other's body.  Dylan then had to
borrow my pants to go to work.  He speny a little time fixing and getting
his hair just right.  My pants were a little big around the waist but they
would have to do for his first day.

"Ty, I guess I better head to work.  Fuck tonight was hot as hell," Dylan
said.

"I loved every second of it. I love you Dylan!" I kissed him.

"I love you too. Wish me luck," Dylan started to leave.

"You'll do just fine," I said while still naked in bed.

Dylan left a little timid. I hoped he would like it as a new beginning in
his life and keep him headed in the right direction.  I read a little
before turning off the light and going to sleep.

I was dressed and gone before Dylan returned. I really wanted to know how
he liked his first day but knew it would have to wait until I got home that
evening.

All day I wanted to call Dylan but thought he might be asleep. I raced home
and eagerly waited to hear how it went. I opened the door quietly and saw
Dylan sitting on the couch.

"Okay, I am dieing to know, how did it go last night?" I said.

Dylan smiled, "Okay I guess. I filled out some paper work first and then
had a couple of hot dudes show me around.  I mostly just helped out this
one fucking hot ass dude. Damn he was fine.  He made it worth going in,"
Dylan said, sitting in his boxers and looking oh so hot.

"Did you sleep all day then and just get up?" I asked.

"Yeah, I went to sleep as soon as I got home.  You were right; I might like
this, especially if I get to work with Todd all the time," Dylan smiled. "I
was in a helluva mood anyway after we fucked last night. It really had me
in a great frame of mind."

"So what's your schedule?" I asked.

"Oh I work Sunday night until Thursday to start off with. They change us
around a lot, Todd said."

"That is perfect, Dylan."

"Yeah it is come to think of it," Dylan said. "Hey, you care if I go work
out a little bit?"

"No, not at all, care if I come with you?"

"No I just didn't know if you were up for that since you worked all day."

We both dressed in shorts and t-shirts to head over to the exercise
facility. I was pleasantly surprised at its size and wondered why I had not
come here earlier but guess I needed a little push.  It was fairly crowded
while Dylan and I ran on the treadmill.  I could tell how bad out of shape
I was in the first 5 minutes and slowed down to pace myself.  I looked and
saw Dylan go full out and could see just how athletic he was.

We returned to the apartment after the venture to the exercise room.  I
could feel my calves burning since I never had done that in years.

"Whew, I am so out of shape," I said.

"Just give it time. I have got to built back up if I want to ever swim in
college again," Dylan said.

My eyes lit up. "You are seriously thinking about going back to college
then."

"Yeah, I do want to make something out of myself. I might not join the swim
team this year. This job is perfect.  I can go to school when I get off and
then sleep when I get home.  You think I can do it?" Dylan wondered.

"Yeah, it sounds perfect. It might be hard but if you put your head to it,
you can," I said.

"I want to so bad now. I really want to prove everyone wrong who said I was
nothing but a fuck up like my parents said I was," Dylan said. "Ty, you are
the one person who believes in me. I am not going to disappoint you."

We then headed to the shower.  We kissed a lot there and I sprung a good
erection.  I then surprised Dylan by sliding my wet cock into his ass while
we were standing there.

"Oh fuck yeah," Dylan said and braced himself on the tiled wall. "Fuck me
dude."

I could hear the water splash between our bodies while I fucked him. I
grabbed him to balance us and started ramming my cock in and out his wet
ass. He turned and kissed me. I continued to fill his ass with my cock.
Dylan would lean over and then straight up to get the full effects of my
cock in him.  At the end I held his body tightly and continued to fuck him
while he jerked on his cock.  The water was still streaming over and down
our naked bodies as we fucked in the shower.

"OOOOOOOO" Dylan moaned and sprayed his wad on the shower.  I could feel my
balls tighten and pulled out.

"MMMMM" I moaned while I released my cum at his feet.

"Ty, next time, don't pull out. I would love to have your cum in me," Dylan
said.

Not knowing if he was fully clear of any diseases, I said while drying off,
"I might if we get tested first. Dylan, it is not that I don't love you. I
am a little scared of contracting something you might have."

"I understand. I will get tested. I have wondered myself since I was a
heavy drug user and shit. I would hate to give you something even though
you still could have gotten it then fucking me raw," Dylan said.

"I know. It just felt so right though. You are 100 percent right
though. That was stupid on my part too."

"Yeah, it was fucking hot as hell. I was shocked when I felt your hard dick
in my ass. Boy did it feel so good though," Dylan finished toweling off.

Dylan and I just hung around the house some then. I still remember the
first time he sucked me off and how innocent at the time that seemed to
where we were now.  It was nice living in a place where no one knew much
about and you could just live in anonymity until one of us blurted
something out.

Around 10 or so, Dylan threw on my pants again and messed with his hair.  I
was glad to see that part of him never changed even though his highlights
were fading and his hair was getting longer and harder to spike.  If I knew
him, just as soon as he had the money, his hair would be the first thing he
did something about.  He hugged me goodbye and was out the door.

Dylan had now literally turned my little innocent world inside out.  Now
all I could think about were he and his well being.  The sex was just an
added bonus that I loved but knew I could live without, since I had done so
over the past two months.  I talked with my mom about how things were
going, knowing full well she would report to her sister, Dylan's mom, every
last detail. I didn't lie one bit when I told her how well he was doing and
that he now had a job.  I hung up and started off to bed.  I was just about
to dose off when the phone was ringing again.

I answered it on the third ring and heard Dylan's mom asking to speak with
him. I told her he was at work. She sounded so happy.  I had to tell her
just how well he was doing and was staying completely sober.  She then told
me that they were within an inch of sending him to rehab and try to
straight him out, but guessed moving was his own way of dealing with his
problem.  I was quite honest and told her he was really starting to show
lots of signs of the old Dylan but didn't dare mention our affair.  I could
tell a huge sense of relief as I told her that she might be proud of him
and was thinking of continuing college.  Before we hung up, she told me a
check for his expense should be there any day and to look for it in the
mail.  I thanked her and said I would have Dylan call her in the next day
or two, depending on when he was awake.

I hung up the phone and don't guess either my mom or Dylan's mom grasped
the whole idea of the difference in time between home and Florida.  I was
finally able to drift off to sleep after replaying my conversations with
them in my mind.

The next day when I got home, Dylan was up and had been to work out
evidentially by the sweat that still lingered on his body.

"You sleep today some, Dylan?" I asked.

"Yeah some. The phone woke me up about 1. I'll be fine though," Dylan said.

"Who was calling?" I asked.

Dylan smiled, "It was my mother. Damn, someone has a big fuckin' mouth you
know it."

I was mystified, "What did I say?"

"Oh nothing. I wanted to tell her myself how much I loved it here and that
I was still clean as a whistle." Dylan said.

"Dylan, I know she is proud of you for getting out when you could. I think
she is happy you are here," I said.

A big toothy grin popped on Dylan's face, "I am too. I have been waiting to
shower with you again."

"You just go ahead. We can fuck later," I said.

Dylan was walking to the bathroom, "I am going to hold you to that, Ty."

I started cooking us some spaghetti and meatballs that I had learned to
make.  I was starving after a very light lunch that day.  Dylan came out
with a towel around his waist and pecked me on the cheek. Water still
glistened off his now tan pecs, incredibly defined abs and lats.  I was
working on putting a few pounds on his frame but could see that is was
starting to happen ever so slightly or it was the effects of him working
out again.

We were both stuffed and Dylan went to take a short nap since he almost was
asleep watching TV with me.  I got so involved with a movie I was watching
that I didn't realize it was past 10 now.  I went and woke Dylan up to go
off to work.

"Dylan, get up. You're going to be late, dude," I shook him.

He jumped out of bed and got dressed. "Dude, I wanted fucked by you. What
the hell, we got the rest of our lives to do that shit, huh?"

I just smiled, "I guess we do as long as you plan on staying around a
while."

He put on his shirt, "Hell there's no where for me to go now."

He left and was out the door. He was right about having no where else to
turn for the time being but I still wondered just how long he would stay
once he had his life straightened out. I also wondered how I would react
this time if he did find someone else. I guess we can cross that bridge
when we get there.

To be continued...