Date: Sun, 6 Nov 2022 03:10:18 +0000 (UTC) From: JH Subject: My Cousin's Son 7 This is a work of fiction - names and places are elements of fiction. Please donate to Nifty.org at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Your donation will allow stories such as this to be published. Other stories: Nifty/Beginnings/Cards in the Deck - Adam and Ben Nifty/High School/Stepbrother's Desire - Josh and Tyson My Cousin's Son 7 The week after Christmas went by so fast. I enjoyed the time off for sure. I had such an unusual Christmas with family and with Andrew. New Year's Eve was a drunk night for me. I went to a party and it was a good one. They at least prepared the food. We have never thought much of parties where the food comes out of a box and heated up in a microwave. My mother could smell those parties from a mile away and now, so could I! As the mixed drinks were flowing and the unseasonably warm weather allowed us to party outside, we had a fine time. Being single for the event made me slightly uncomfortable but then I remembered that Andrew couldn't have helped me much in this space. As much I loved every minute with him, we had to accept that this relationship was unconventional. We could not be "boyfriends" in the traditional sense. Well, unless we set up camp out in the country and exiled ourselves from society. I had some food and sandwiches prepared for us to eat on during his visit. We would probably go out someplace to eat as well. He was only coming for an overnight visit. It would be his first to the city to visit me. I was anxious and excited. As I crawled out of bed on New Year's Day, my head caused me to stammer a bit. Some Ibuprofen and a hot shower and I was at least getting better. A hot coffee and some eggs and things were even better. I turned on the television to see what was on. Andrew texted me that he was on his way. I replied, telling him to be careful. At around the two hour mark, I found some excuse to go outside and access the yard and house. There were some places in the wood that needed repair. There was some garden space that would need refreshing when the weather warmed up. I looked at the street from the front porch and saw his big white pickup truck approaching. He must have been distracted because he ran up on the curb when he approached my house. He stopped in front. Before he got out, I motioned for him to come into the drive and part in the rear. No reflection on his truck which was clean but I didn't want a pickup truck parked out front on New Year's Day. He eased down the narrow drive and stopped in front of the garage. I ran down the drive behind him. I was there to greet him when he exited the truck. "Hey!" I shouted. He climbed out with a duffel bag. "Hey Cuzo!" he said. "I love that you're wearing that sweater and those boots. You look good, Andrew!" "Don't I?" he barked. "This is like the hot daddy outfit!" he snapped and I put my arms around him. "You're the hot daddy," I said in his ear. He chuckled. "Ok, so lets check out your mega-house." He stood in the drive and looked up at the back of the house with its rear extensions and add-ons. He shook his head and started up the drive. "Unless you want me to go in the backdoor!" he said with some sarcasm. "No, lets go in through the front," I said. "I was noticing some areas that need repair. It's an old place you know," I said. "Yeah, it really is. It's just so big!" We walked up the front steps and onto the porch. He surveyed the street and made an impressive look on his face. We walked into the door and he dropped his bag on the foyer floor. "Holy shit, Cuzo!" he said looking around. "It's like a museum in here!" He looked left to the blue parlor then right to the pink one. He shook his head again. "You have two living rooms. What do you do with them?" he asked. "Remember, when this house was built it was customary..." and before I could finish he walked into the blue room and opened a door into the study. "Oh my God, you have a library!" and I followed him into the room. He walked behind the desk and looked at the shelves with all the books, encyclopedias, novels, collectibles, etc. "Many of those were my parents. I have put my books in here too," I said. He walked back out into the blue room. "So, it looks like your front two rooms are as big as my whole house! Cuzo, what are you doing living in here by yourself?" This place is big enough for a family of twelve!" he barked. "Well, it wasn't like this when we bought it, Andrew! There was a tree growing in the pink room. My parents fixed this up. They repaired it and I grew up in it. I was lucky, yeah, but it doesn't define me!" I said, feeling defensive. "Well, it certainly makes a statement," he said, starting toward the back. "Well of course there is big fucking dining room and I bet there's a big fucking kitchen too." Peeking through the swinging door, he turned and said, "Yep, I was right." He then walked to the back room and peered into the den. "Oh, there's a tv room aside from the two living rooms. Nice!" he said, coming back toward me. "Andrew, I'm not sure I'm impressed with your attitude. I thought you might appreciate an historic old house but it sounds like you're trying to accuse me of snobbery or something." "Oh no, Master Jeffers! I wouldn't do that at all!" and he picked up his bag and marched up the stairs. "Oh fuck," I thought. "Round two on the second story!" and I followed him up the staircase to the landing. He stood in the hall and looked at the various doors. "I suppose one of these rooms is my "guest suite," and he chuckled. I grabbed his arm and pulled him to my room. "This is the only room you need to be concerned with!" I snapped. I grabbed his bag and dropped it hard on the floor. He was about to start up about my room but I grabbed his arm hard and gave him a jerk. "You can cut the crap now, Andrew. I realize its very different from how you live but there is no comparison here. Have I ever made you feel less than because of how I grew up?" He didn't respond. "Have I?" I shouted. "No, you haven't. I'm sorry. It's just hard not to feel a little bit jealous looking at a place like this. It's like the fucking lap of luxury," he said, looking down toward the floor. "And I didn't buy it nor did I pay for it. This is a legacy left to me by my parents. My mom is gone and my dad is in a care center barely remembering my name. It's all I have," I said, in a quiet controlled voice. "You're right, Cuzo, I'm sorry. I got carried away. I'm really sorry," he said. "Now can we start this over? I pulled him close to me. His body was tense but softened as I took him into my arms. His face fell onto my shoulder. "Happy New Year baby," I whispered. "Christmas with you was fucking amazing," I added. His arms tightened around me. "It was fucking awesome. The things you did for me and my family, well, they're still talking about it," Andrew said. He stood back and spread his arms. "You like the way I look?" allowing me to study his navy blue sweater, jeans, and leather boots. "Fuck yeah, I like it. You are a fucking stud! If I took you out today, girls would be crawling all over you!" He laughed. "I don't need that," he said. "I want you crawling all over me," he said. I kissed him for the first time. "Happy New Year's kiss," I said, and he pulled me hard to him, attacking my lips. So this was a really hot kiss. Our bodies melted together. This was the Andrew I loved. Why could I never deny this young blonde stud? Where would I ever find a 28 year old version of him? "So this is the Cuzo bed, huh?" he asked, flopping himself into my comforter and sheets. "Hmm, cumfy," he said. "More comfy with you in here," I said, climbing on top of him. His slim body felt perfect under mine. I rubbed my eyes gently. "What's wrong?" he asked. "It's called a hangover," I laughed. "My head hurts just a little. But, not too much!" I added. "I know the feeling. I had one Thursday morning," he said. "You said there was a party." "Yeah it was and it was all good. I went with Jason but met Blake there. He and I, well, its.." "Are you two fucking?" I asked. He nodded, looking anxious about my response. "Well, I appreciate you being honest. I don't want you to be afraid of honesty with me. Is her careful?" "What do you mean?" Andrew asked. "With his twin brother." "Oh well, Blaine has gone to live with a cousin and his family. His parents were afraid of him messing up again. He seems much happier living away. Blake is very happy with him gone too." "Are you two, like, boyfriends?" I asked. "Aw shit, Cuzo, why do you have to ask all that? I don't know. It's awkward to talk about him when I'm here with you, in the bed, about to fuck." "How do you know we're about to fuck?" I asked, testing the waters. "Well, Cuzo, you got a hard on pressing into me and I want you to fuck me. Whatever happens between Blake and me, there's still you. I'm not ready to lose you. Is that wrong?" "No, I don't think it is but is it wrong to do this to him?" "I don't know. He doesn't know about you." "Well he can't. Would you prefer to talk more about it later?" I asked. "Yeah, I don't want it to mess up things right now. I want to enjoy my time with you today," he said quietly. "You want some happy new year loving?" I asked in a sexy voice. "Oh hell yeah," he said. "I came all this way..." Our clothes came off. His hot cock went into my mouth. He fucked my mouth. I hovered over his face and let his lips slurp on mine. His lips looked thick in this position. He hummed when he sucked which was a new tactic. It turned me on so much. I laid down beside him and let his slip under my arm. We kissed more with our faces sideways from each other. His lips were warm and wet. My headache was easing. I rolled him over and pushed his legs under him, emphasizing his ass and physique. I buried my face in his crack. Oh I was so happy he knew how to clean there. His rosebud tasted like one as much as it looked. He shook and trembled as I licked his hole. He pressed back against my face. "Blake won't do this," he slipped. I laughed. "I'm about to cum, Cuzo. I'm so hard," he whined. I lubed my cock and pressed against his hole before he had a chance to move. I pushed into him. We thrusted against each other. We pushed together and pulled away together. He started moaning very loud. The privacy of a house had given us both more confidence but I wasn't ready to push him over the edge. I pulled out and my cock "popped" out of him. I was really hard too. He rolled over. Precum leaked from his cock onto his belly. "Oh my God, Andrew, let me look at you. You are so beautiful." He smiled and raised his hands toward me. I fell on top of him. He raised his legs and lifted his ass. Our bodies worked together until I slipped into him. I let me cock come to rest once it was fully buried. Our lips connected and I started to fuck again. I pressed his legs back as I got aggressive. I pushed into him so hard. He had done this recently. He had always taken me well but he wasn't phased today. Blake was fucking him, I was sure of it. My heart sank a bit but I kept going. "Andrew, I'm gonna cum," I warned. "I'm so close," he hissed. I gave him short quick jabs and his body tensed. His head tiled back. I felt the cum shoot from his cock between us. This was so fucking hot. How did I know he would do that? I pushed my own orgasm into him as I felt a short gush of cum fire from my cock, the remainder coming in short waves. "Oh fuck," I said, as I jabbed my tongue into his ear. He was panting. "That was hot, Cuzo, just like it always is," Andrew said. We laid in the bed for a while. We chatted about nonsense. "What are we going to do today?" he asked. "Eat for one thing. Then, we might go around town and I'm going to introduce you to someone later this afternoon." "Who?" he asked, sounding concerned. "He might be your boss this summer, when you're living here with me, in this huge and terrible house!" I barked. "Live what? Here? Work for who? What the hell you talking about?" Andrew replied. "You heard me," I said, getting up and heading to the bathroom. "Wait!" he stammered, climbing out of the bed behind me. "What are you talking about?" he asked in a quiet voice. "My plan. This is my chance to give you a test run so we know if we have something to work with this summer. That's all I"m saying. Now lets take a shower. You need one!" I announced. He laughed and climbed into the shower spray with me. After fried egg sandwiches and a bit of the New Year's Day parade on television, we headed out. It was all I could do to back my silken Mercedes out of the garage and not hit his behemoth truck! "You'll have to be a curb parker!" I said. He laughed. The streets were eerily quiet. Not many were out and about on a holiday. We drove to Becker Hardware. There was one Toyota pickup in the parking lot. Mr. Becker was here, waiting for us. "Now, Andrew, you're on parade, so to speak. Mr. Becker is a really fine gentleman who's dad started this company. He's been really successful despite Lowe's and Home Depot. He has a very loyal client base. He says he can't find really good help, certainly no one that stands up to promotion or leadership. I think you could be a good fit. He's really interested in meeting you." Andrew was taking in what I said and nodding that he understood. "So, this is a very casual interview. I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to be nervous," I said with a chuckle. "Well I am!" he barked. "That fried egg just fried itself again!" I laughed this time. "Be yourself, demonstrate that you know tools and processes, but be mature. Don't oversell. He already knows what he's looking for. He's been at this for a long time. Now, let's go." We walked to the entrance and Mr. Becker met us there. Mr. Becker was in his early 60's, still relatively fit, thick gray hair. A pleasant if not a handsome man. "Jefferson Cartwright, always a pleasure," he said taking my hand. "What are you shopping for today?" he asked with a sly grin. "Oh, I think you know what I need today, Mr. Becker. But Andrew, my cousin's son, has already found some issues with the house. I'm hoping he's going to be around this summer to do some work." Mr. Becker grinned wide, took Andrew's hand, and they shook firmly. "Nice to meet you, sir," Andrew said, giving me a side glance. "Sir, huh. I like that. Don't get that much from the city boys!" exclaimed Mr. Becker. "You have a nice store here, Mr. Becker. I notice all the shelves are really neat and clean," Andrew offered. I nodded in approval. It was a nice store, large and open. Rolling ladders lined the high walls. All the products neatly lined the shelves, labels out front. This is why my family had always done their business here. Most of our remodel came from this store. "Is this your only store?" Andrew asked. "I have three," replied Mr. Becker. "All three do a heck of a business." "Cool," snapped Andrew, looking at me like he had just committed his first blunder. I laughed and squeezed his shoulder. Mr. Becker chuckled. "Do you mind coming back with me and having a chat?" asked Mr. Becker, in a serious tone. "No sir, I don't mind at all," Andrew said and he followed Mr. Becker past the checkout counter and into the back, that back of all stores that none of us ever see. The "inner-sanctum." I meandered around the store. I responded to "Happy New Year's" texts which annoyed me to no end. They were gone for about an hour which was fine with me. There was some light Christmas music playing through the speakers. I sat in one of the leather chairs by the checkout and scrolled through the phone. Then, I heard laughter and they came out chatting like they were old friends. The topic was hunting and Andrew was showing a picture of the large buck he had gotten the day after Christmas. Mr. Becker led Andrew to the gun cabinet and Andrew marveled at the rifles locked in the case. "Hunting's a dying sport," said Mr. Becker. "We eat what we catch, sir. We," and Andrew hesitated, "well, my family depends on it through the winter months." "And I wholly respect that, Andrew!" barked Mr. Becker. "I am astounded that there is still a youth who appreciates the land and the sustenance it provides! Amazing," he concluded. Andrew smiled. "Well," said Andrew, "I bet Cuzo, I mean Jeffers, I mean Jefferson wants to get out of here. I hope when the time comes, things work out," Andrew said. "I really need the work and this is `bout as good as it gets, I think," he said. Mr. Becker smiled so big. I was in no doubt they had hit it off well. "Jefferson, thank you for introducing me to this young man. I think we'll be working closely together after this boy graduates." I was very proud, like not in the "guy who's in love with this boy" kind of way. But more in a fatherly, mentor way. He really impressed. My family, his family rather,, putting him down, not giving him credit. I hoped for dear life that they were all wrong. They said their goodbyes and we headed to the car. Andrew was all but skipping. "Cuzo!" he shouted in the car, giving me a scare. "We hit the jackpot. He is totally awesome and fuck does he need help. Had guys stealing from him, calling in sick, not doing their job. I wanted to whip some ass by the time he finished." "As long as you don't become one of them," I said. "Hell no, I want to run that place! He tested me. He showed me tools and I told him what they were for. He tested me on feed, pipes, nails and screws. I told him something about joists as well," Andrew said proudly. "He ain't got anything in there I can't handle and I can learn it fast." I pulled out into the street as I listened. "I want to start tomorrow!" "Well, Cuzo-son," I said, causing Andrew to crack up, "you got to graduate and get the diploma. Then we work out the rest." "Mom is not going to like it, is she?" he asked. "She's going to have to accept it. She challenged me to put the plan on the table and I'm going to. She is going to make the sacrifice and let you go." We stopped at a stop light. "Andrew, the success of this whole things rests on your shoulders. You can do as much and go as far as you want but you have to put in the work. It's not a job that pays for nothing. And as far as living with me goes, you will be a contributor to the household. I'm not your daddy or your babysitter. You remember at the beach how I mad I get?" Andrew nodded, his eyes were wide open. "You move in and start fucking up things and you're on your way back home." "Did I do something wrong, Cuzo?" he asked. "No, and I don't mean to scare you, well, maybe I do. You and I have similar temperamental genes. We will have to learn to work things out but you will be living a more mature life here, letting go of childish ways. Understand?" "Yeah, no partying and cutting up." "It's bigger than just that. I don't care if you drink some beer and what not. I mean, in my house, it's you and me. We help each other, support each other, and give each other space when we need it." "There's plenty of room!" Andrew said with a wicked grin. I drove into one of our really nice parks and parked the car. Andrew looked out the window at the surroundings. "It's beautiful here, Cuzo," Andrew said. Christmas lights were everywhere. People were strolling along the river, bundled up in warm coats and gloves. "I thought you might enjoy a bit of our natural surroundings," I said. He whipped out his gloves and I took mine from the console. We got out and the cold air snapped our faced for the second time that day. Easing up to Andrew so I could speak quietly to him, "Andrew, I love you so much. I mean I really do. I would love to do nothing more than jettison you into a good, productive life. What I meant in the car is that I don't want to be a failure. I really want this to mean something to you. It's what we've been gunning for ever since we met. Its a big step to a big finish line." "I get it Cuzo. If Mr. Becker gives me that job, I won't let either of you down. I would never, not fucking never, get a chance like this at home. I'm so excited I'm shaking!" he said. "That cold air hitting your hot balls!" I said and he bent over and laughed so hard. The walk through the park was incredible, a real moment for us. Sincere, not sexual. Friends, not just family. We got back home early evening. Our bodies were cold but we had expended some good energy. Andrew dropped onto the leather sofa and pulled the couch blanket over him. "Cuzo, it was cold out there!" "Shut up crybaby!" I said. He gave him an evil eye. I popped open to bottles of beer and handed him one. He took a swig. "Damn this is good. What is it?" he asked, studying the bottle. "Expensive shit!" he said. "Good shit," I replied. I sat down beside him as he flipped through the Firestick options of movies and series. "How do you keep up with all these options?" he asked. "I got rid of cable. I like this better for what I watch," I said. "You mean porn," he snickered. "Who needs porn when I got you!" He fell back on the couch and laughed. "Don't get too comfortable brotha," I said. "You need to man the grill for the steaks I bought. I'm putting together the roasted potatoes and salad." "Nice," he said in a slow drawl. "Love me a steak." "Happy New Year," I said, clanging my beer bottle against his. Needless to say, we were able to prepare an incredible dinner but as the night wore on, so did our drinking and we were pretty far wasted by 11 pm. I had only ever seen him buzzed which was never a problem. He was a fun drinker not a fighter. In this state though, he was so relaxed and slow, it was almost as if he were in slow motion. I get a little hyper so it was almost like we had traded bodies. I picked at him and ran off, trying to tempt him to horseplay. He was jiving that way. "Sit your ass down, Cuzo! You're worse than Jason. He's like a 10 year old when he gets trashed," Andrew laughed. I stammered back into the den. "Don't ever compare to a high school kid, you trouble starter," I stuttered. "You can't even talk right," he said, laughing so hard. "Yeah, I can," I said, getting my focus back. I snacked on some chips and thought of the conversation we had in the park. I'm not recounting it word for word but I basically told Andrew I was going to slow things down in the next semester. I couldn't keep up the pace of traveling back and forth to see him every other Friday night. As this was his last semester and he want to play baseball one more time, I wanted to enjoy the spring senior time. Andrew was surprised that I didn't fuss at his admission that he and Blake Archer were now fucking. Blake was not as experienced as Andrew but had been willing to learn. Andrew said he had feelings for Blake but they weren't the same as his feelings for me. That made me feel good. I wanted him to experience someone his own age but I didn't want to lose ground either. It's complicated to explain. The best for me to do is give him some room. "Cuzo!" shouted Andrew. "What are you doing? I called you twice." "Sorry man, I was zoning." "Yeah I could tell. Want to watch tv in bed? I want to get out of clothes and snuggle under the blankets." "Absolutely stud!" I responded. We turned everything off, locked up, and headed up the stairs. "Cook!" Andrew barked from the top of the stairs. "I'll have breakfast in my room in the morning. Thank you!" he shouted and he looked at me. I was laughing so hard. "I can't wait to see what "Cook" does with your instructions!" I cried, laughing all the way back to my room. We undressed and climbed in the bed. He turned the TV on, turned the lights off, and crawled in. His body was warm and soft. I felt his breath on my neck. His hair brustled against my face. I was in Heaven and I slipped into sleep without any discussion. It was some time in the night when I stirred to sensations. I opened one eye, feeling sluggish but elated. Andrew was sucking my cock! He was doing a good job of it too. "Damn, man, what are you doing?" I groaned. "Haha, I hoped it would wake you up. I was feeling it, Cuzo. Your body felt so good," he hissed, taking my cock back into his mouth. I let him take a few more slurps. "You want some more fucking, huh?" I said. "Oh sorry, didn't mean to give you the wrong idea," he hissed again. "It's you who's gonna get the fuck." He lifted my legs and I cooperated, unable to argue. He pressed his face into my ass and I felt his tongue swipe my asshole. "Ohhh," I groaned. "You don't do this..." "Shut up," he said. "Don't need you babbling on!" I stiffened but got quiet. He licked some more pressed spit into my hole. His lips and tongue were about to make my dry eyes water. Then I felt him press a finger into me. "Awww fuck!" I yelped. "Good and tight. Just like I thought," he said. He came forward and leaned over my face. He kissed me. His lips were wet and soft. He tasted like stale beer but good nonetheless. "You think you're going to break up with me. Slip me off to Blake, nice and quiet like. Ain't happening, Cuzo," he said in a serious growl. "I'm coming here this summer. I'm going to run things for Mr. Becker. I'm going to take care of this place and you too. Don't know if I can even wait that long. Jeffers," he hissed again. He kissed me again and crawled square onto me. He wiped his very hard dick with some lube and got between my legs. He didn't go slow either. He heaved into me like a snow plow. "Fuck, Andrew. Take it..." He pulled back and pushed in again. He lowered his face to mine. "You and me are bound by blood Cuzo. I want you so bad. All the time." He had my legs high. He kissed me more. I grabbed him from behind. His pert ass felt firm and tight in my hands. His muscles tensed as he thrusted. "Goddamn, Andrew. You're running things now!" I squeeked. His cock was hitting me deep. It felt so good. He took my hands and help himself in plank position as he kept up the fuck. My cock was full of blood. I was so hard I thought it could break. He pulled out of me and rolled me onto my tummy. He fell on top of me and entered me again. His pounding make slushing noises. His leps made slapping noises against my buttocks. He licked my ear, letting just a bit of drool drip in. I couldn't do anything. I was locked down. "You're not breaking up with me," he whispered. "I didn't intend..." "Quiet," he said. "If I'm going to live here, we're gonna do this. Often!" and I felt his cock get a little harder. "Aw fuck damn!" he barked. "I'm gonna cum Cuzo!" He let his cock whip out of me and he shot an apparently amazing load all over my back and ass. I felt the blobs as they landed on me. "Fuck you covered me!" I said. "It's in your fucking hair!" he replied. He fell on top of me, He panted and relaxed. "You're laying in cum, dumbass," I said with a chuckle. "It will clean up!" he said back. "Go get a towel." He did. He helped get his cum off my back and laid down beside me, throwing the towel off to the side. "Are you worried about what I said earlier?" I asked. "No, why?" "You kept uttering about me not breaking up with you. I'm not breaking it off with you. I'm just giving you some space and I have a lot of work to do this time of year. It's ok, you know. I am here whenever you ever need me. We have plans." "Yeah, I'm ok. Anything that tries to separate us, um, I'm not interested in anything that..." "It's ok, Andrew. You have me. You have a good peer boyfriend. You have the best of both worlds, at least for now." "I don't have a boyfriend," he said. "Well, he might not agree with you. I mean, I know no one wants to come out as gay in your little town..." "Who said anything about being gay?" Andew said, rolling onto his side. "Oh come on. You're fucking and getting fucked. You've given up the girls. You know what's going on, Andrew." "I like fucking and now that I know how to, I like it a lot. A lot of other guys would like it to if they weren't pussies, afraid of somebody finding out. It's the best sex in the world!" and he laughed. "Well maybe so but you're going to have to make some decisions about how you live. I'm not sharing with some girl when you move here. Keep that in mind." He looked up like he was thinking but he didn't argue with me. "Go to sleep. You wore my ass out and I need to rest. You have a long drive home tomorrow." "Gay or not, I meant it when I said I love you, Cuzo. Thank you for showing me what waits for me. I think it will be great." "Happy New Year," I said. His lips rested gently on my cheek and his breath passed over my skin like a light breeze.