Date: Fri, 3 Mar 2023 23:34:38 +0100 From: Pete Subject: My Wife's Cousin, Part 1 Author's Note: All my works are based on fantasy and are to be considered erotic fiction, (although there are elements of truth in each story I write). I would also like to encourage fellow readers to contribute to keep this site up and running and toprovide free erotic literature to all that is interested. I would love to hear from all readers with comments and suggestions. Please contact me at metro610@mail.com. Thank you. Pete Metro My Wife's Cousin, Part 1 My name is Pete. During the end of the pandemic, my wife and I, both in our mid-fifties, took early retirement, sold our home in the northeast and moved south to enjoy a warmer and less expensive environment. Within six months, I found myself alone as my wife died unexpectedly. After the funeral, my friends and family somehow felt obligated for my welfare and spent the next two months checking in on me. I thought "what the fuck" doesn't anyone think I can take care of myself, especially considering what I did for a living. I finally had to find the right amount of tact and humility to thank them for their concern but assured them I would be alright. Geez! I soon realized that living alone created unexpected opportunities for me as I was able to explore some hidden feelings about same sex attraction. In the years before my wife passed, our sex life was almost non-existent as she never had any interest. When she did finally give in, it was a very vanilla experience and never brought any excitement to the relationship. I was now free to explore relationships with both men and women without anyone interfering. I was able to live my life as I pleased. As I traveled to visit my kids across the country, I discovered various dating sites to explore my sexuality. I joined male and female massage exchange groups that had chapters in all the places I traveled. It was a nice change of pace and I met some really interesting people along the way. Shortly after returning home from a trip, my wife's cousin and I went out to dinner; it was good to catch up with him. As first cousins and similar in age, my wife was very close to Greg. During dinner I learned that Greg wanted to check in with me to see how I was adjusting - and to also vent about his son David. Greg has a 25-year-old son named David from a marriage that only lasted a year. When Greg divorced, his ex-wife walked away from David as well. To this day, David has not been in touch with his biological mother. That whole situation caused tremendous emotional havoc in Greg's life -- and of course young David. The pressure of divorce, having a one-year-old and being a young man, was too much to bear. Greg's mom, my wife's Aunt, stepped up and assumed the role of raising her grandson. During the next 18 years, Aunt Sally did the best she could raising her grandson, especially without any support from the child's parents. Greg was in and out of David's life as he struggled with his own demons of substance abuse and spent some time locked up. It has taken years, but Greg has completely turned his life around now and is doing well. However, things are not so good for David. After turning eighteen, he moved in with a woman in her 40's who, I am sure, provided every sexual outlet for a young man, but the partying was only getting started. With his grandmother passing and estranged from his father, David has been on a roller coaster ride for the past seven years. During that time, he has racked up multiple felonies and misdemeanors for drug use and burglaries. Greg told me that David was being released from state prison in about a month. He said he was feeling uneasy about having David move in with him. Their relationship is a bit toxic, and he believed they both needed distance from each other to ensure success and to give David a fresh start. Greg admitted he has been doing well now and felt he might succumb to the pressure of going back to his old ways if David moved in. As a retired probation officer of 30 years, Greg asked me a bunch of questions and confided in me on his greatest fears for David. We had a wonderful conversation and I invited him back to my house afterwards to hang out. Turning on the fireplace, we relaxed in my living room. After a few glasses of wine, Greg began to relax and really open up about his life. Greg never really dated much since his divorce many years ago and he shared that his drug abuse was really masking his pain of personal conflict. He struggled with the pressure to be straight and was conflicted with his feelings. After getting his girlfriend pregnant with David, he felt obligated to get married only to have that relationship go south in just a year. Then he was laid off from his job and felt lost and defeated when he had to move back to live with his mother. He was grateful to mom for stepping in to raise David, but his shame of failure was overwhelming. Greg had a relationship with a woman for a short time that helped soothe his pain, but it introduced him to some hard drugs that got him locked up in the county for a year. I was really surprised at how much Greg shared with me. As far as he knew, I was a straight widower. I have always tried to be a calming presence in the lives of those who are going through trauma. I learned that early on in my career. My job was never to judge. I didn't care what a former convict did to get themselves locked up; my job was to set them on a path to a successful future. About eight years ago as Greg got his life back on track, David began to travel down that same destructive path. Greg explained that he wanted to help David but didn't have room in his one-bedroom apartment and didn't want to risk his return to that lifestyle. As Greg shared his story, he began to get emotional. I don't know if it was the wine or just the shame and guilt of his past and concern for David. We were sitting next to each other at the end of each couch separated by an end table. As I watched Greg get teary-eyed, I got up, walked over to his side and sat next to him rubbing his back. I hugged him while my other arm held his head tight against my chest. He just sobbed quietly for 15 minutes as I continued to hold him. No words were spoken, just two men sharing an intimate moment unexpectedly. After a few minutes, I shifted into a morerelaxed position on the couch as I flipped my shoes off and leaned back. Holding onto Greg, I moved him along with me as he flipped his shoes off too. There we were two men laying against each other in an embrace on my living room couch next to a burning fireplace. I was enjoying the moment. After a few minutes, we shifted positions again as I leaned back more fully with my legs spread apart. Greg filled the space in my middle with his back leaning against my groin, stomach and chest. I held his head back into my upper chest and neck as my hands wandered all over his chest and stomach. I whispered in his ear, as I told him to just relax and enjoy the moment as I slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled his tee shirt out from his underwear. That gave me access to his very hairy chest, and I moved my hands all over feeling his pecs, nipples and stomach. I lightly tickled him across his stomach asI slipped my fingers beneath his belt to the band of his underwear. His body responded with moansand goosebumps as he leaned into me. After a few minutes of enjoying the warmth of his skin and teasing him, my hand rubbed his crotch over his pants and cupped his junk. As I groped him, I rubbed the outline of his large cock and could feel his balls over his jeans. His moans got deeper and more intense which just gave me all the encouragement I needed to slowly remove his belt and unzip his jeans as I reached in to feel his organ. Once I had his pants opened, I whispered in his ear to pull them down to his knees. Watching as his cock come into view, I was struck by the beauty of it as it seemingly stared at me pulsating with every breath he took. As I held Greg tight against my chest with one arm, I reached over to the end table and pumped a few squirts of lotion from a bottle I kept there onto my right hand and slowly began to stroke him. I slowly caressed his shaft, circling the tip and reaching down to play with his balls. As he moaned, I turned his head and face into mine and began to kiss him lightly on the lips never stopping my hand movements. Greg immediately opened his mouth welcoming my tongue as we engaged in a deep sensual French kiss. His body was wildly moving in deep gyrations as we were developing a nice rhythm to match my stroking to our make-out session. The weight of his body on mine as he gyrated his hips into my groin felt incredible. As Greg was grinding his hips into my groin, he reached up and grabbed the back of my head pulling our faces together. I felt I was swallowing his tongue. Within minutes, as we were moaning and screaming into each other mouths we released our loads. As I released my load with 5 intense shots into my pants, Greg unloaded with such power we were hit in our faces, on his chest and all over my hand. I can't believe how much cum his body expelled. As we both caught our breath, I saw the cum on his cheek and reached over with my tongue to scoop it up and then re-entered his mouth as we shared his cream. As we laid there a few minutes coming down from our high, Greg said to me, "Well, that was unexpected!" We both laughed. I said, "Well, it looked like you needed that, and I was glad to provide a helping hand!" As we sat up, Greg looked at my crotch and could see a clearly huge visible wet spot and I said to him, "Look what you did to me" and laughed. As we both stood up, he hugged me, then said, "I think you need a shower, and I do too." We walked into my master bathroom toward the oversized shower stall. As I adjusted the water, Greg had removed his clothes and stood before me naked. Greg was very hairy and in good shape as I looked at him naked for the first time. I have always admired the naked male body. A nice fringe benefit of my job over the years was watching hundreds of men strip naked standing before me as I inspected them to ensure compliance with the conditions of their release. But I digress... As I stood before him, Greg approached and began to slowly remove my clothes. As I raised my hands to help him, he slapped them away and said, "let me do it." He then got on his knees, removed my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled them off. My boxer briefs were wet and tight against my skin, seemingly glued to my trimmed bush by my dried cum. He slowly reached up grabbing the band and slowly pulled them down. Unexpectedly, my 6" cock was beginning to rise again by his playful touch. There we were two naked guys in our fifties in good shapestepping into the shower together for the first time. Thankfully there was enough room in the shower for the two of us as we easily moved around with our bodies in constant contact. After we were wet, I squirted some shampoo in Greg's hair and massaged his scalp with one hand while rubbing his face with the other. There is something so erotic about feeling another man's five o'clock shadow, his Adam's apple while taking in him manly scent. I was instantly hard as a rock again, juiced up with raging lust. We spent the next 10 minutes soaping each other all over from head to toe. Spending time stroking each other and making out. After we were done, I shut the water off, grabbed two towels as we dried each other off slowly and sensually. We were just enjoying our time together and both of our cocks remained at full attention. I took Greg by the hand, pulled back the covers on my king size bed as he crawled in with me right behind as we spooned naked together. It felt so wonderful to feel another body next to mine as I pulled him tight against me. As the big spoon and a few inches taller than Greg, we fit together like `hand in glove'. With my cock poking against his backside, I reached out to caress his hairy chest, stomach and his 7" cock and balls. As we were cuddled together enjoying the closeness, Greg began his slow gyrations again which pushed my cock between his cheeks poking his entrance. Greg turned his head toward me, kissed me and pleaded with me to fuck him. I was surprised at his desire, but he sounded lustfully desperate and so horny. I told him I have never been a top or bottom and he said, "who cares, neither have I, but all of a sudden I need to feel you inside me." I said "ok" and reached over to my nightstand and grabbed some Uberlube, the silkiest and smoothest silicone lube I have ever used. It has been my best friend for years during my almost daily masturbation sessions. After applying some to my cock and his ass, I spent the next few minutes fingering him. As this was my first time, I wasn't' sure if I was doing it correctly, but Greg's moan and body movements gave me all the encouragement I needed. After a few minutes, I had three fingers in his ass. As I was stroking his cock and fingering him, I found his prostrate. As I gently massage it, he began leaking precum like crazy as his moans and body movements signaled I had found his G-spot. Greg yelled out, "I need you in me!" I said, "ok, I guess you're ready" as I lined up my cock at his entrance still in a spooning position. As I pushed in, there was some resistance, but I kept going and all of a sudden, I was in. As Greg let out a gasp, I stopped and ask if he was alright. I didn't move for a minute to let him get used to me, but then slowly began to thrust in and out. Soon, Greg was panting and begged me to fuck him. I went all the way to my pubes and back all the way out as I worked in long slow thrusts. Greg was moaning and I was in ecstasy as I never felt this before. It was similar to a pussy, but strangely different. It was tighter as if his ass was grabbing my cock. After a few minutes, I got on top of him, with his ass up, while I fucked him doggy style. I was able to go deeper and hold his head down while I pounded him. I was in heat. I was in lust. I was like a crazy animal fucking him without mercy. He was loving it! Soon, I flipped him over, put a pillow under him, lifted his legs to his chest and made love to him slow, then fast, then slow again. This was my favorite position as we looked each other in the eyes while I thrusted in and out. I leaned down and kissed him deeper as I pushed his legs as high as they could go. As I thrusted, he stroked his cock and yelled into my mouth, "I'm cumming!" I kept thrusting as he shot spurt after spurt all over his stomach. Within a minute I told him I was about to bred him deep as I unleashed my load. I just collapsed on top of him exhausted. He hugged me and said, "That was amazing!" I chuckled and said, "Ditto." As I rolled on my back next to him, I just said, "This was not the way I expected today to end. I think I understand now the meaning of `dinner and a fuck'". We both busted out laughing. We drifted off to sleep after enjoying the afterglow for a few minutes. When I got up a few hours later to pee, I was dazed and confused as to where I was, and it took me a few minutes to remember what happened. I watched Greg sleeping peacefully in the bed as I laid back down to sleep next to him. I was worried about what tomorrow morning would bring and then drifted off. When I woke up it was almost 9:00 am far longer than I normally sleep. I looked over and notice Greg not in bed. When I got up, he was in the kitchen fully showered and dressed making breakfast. I said, "morning, I see you figured out where everything is." He replied, "You were sleeping so soundly, I didn't want to wake you. So, I got up, showered, dressed in my clothes from last night and figured I would make some eggs and bacon." I said, "Thanks. I will be back in a few," as I went to shower and get dressed. When I came back out to the kitchen, breakfast was ready. I grabbed a cup of coffee as we sat down to eat. There was a brief awkward silence before I said, "So, about last night?" Greg replied, "I had a very nice time and really enjoyed your company and what we did." I said, "me too." I told Greg "I am not looking to change my status or anything, but I hope we can continue to see each other from time to time if you want that." He replied, "Absolutely. You are my fuck buddy now." We both laughed and there was no tension in the air. I said to Greg, "So last night at dinner, you were discussing David and the struggle you have with his pending release." He said, "Right. Sorry I got sidetracked a bit." We both laughed. Then Greg began to ask if he knew of a place David could be released to that would provide a strict routine since he really didn't want him at home. After discussing the situation for an hour, it was clear that Greg really didn't know David on an intimate level -- as a father and son. It was clear that Greg loved David and wanted him to get on a straight path but didn't know how. After breakfast, I told Greg that I would find out the options for David and would be in touch in a few days. We hugged and he left. I spent the next hour cleaning up the kitchen, stripping the bedroom sheets and getting the house in order while I pondered what happened with Greg over the past twelve hours and how I can help his son.