Date: Thu, 9 Aug 2018 15:17:46 -0400
From: bottomtheweaver34@gmail.com
Subject: Cousin Chris Shows Me The Way - Part 2

Cousin Chris Shows Me the Way

By Bottom the Weaver

(Thanks to anyone who read and liked Part 1. I'm especially thankful of any
emails with feedback. If you want to send your own, feel free to email me
at BottomTheWeaver34@gmail.com. Especially after this second part I'm very
open to suggestions about where the story goes.

This is a story about a 16 year old male and his 18 year old cousin. They
get into shenanigans, of a sexual nature. If this kind of stuff is illegal
to read where you are because of your age or location, I'd suggest going
elsewhere. If this kind of stuff offends you, then I question your motives
for being on this website.

This story is released under creative commons. I hope you get off reading
it as much as I did writing it.)

Part 2 -

I woke up the next morning naked from the pants down, my hard dick tenting
against the baggy fabric of my t-shirt. Chris was standing near the bed
dressed only in a pair of tiny running shorts and a pair of running
shoes. I quickly moved to cover myself with a sheet.

"Sorry Greg," he said, "I didn't mean to wake you. Just went for a
run. Explore the neighborhood, you know?" I looked across his bare
torso. It was covered in sweat.  I didn't think he could look hotter than
yesterday, but Chris was full of surprises.  "I'm was going to go hop in
the shower," he continued, sitting down at the edge of my bed, and started
taking off his shoes. "But I noticed a weight kit in your garage. You wanna
go lift?"

I stared at him mutely. Lift? There was a weight set in the garage. It had
belonged to my dad ages ago and my mom had been too frugal and/or lazy to
throw it out.  I'd never even touched the weights. I'd never even exercised
unless forced to in gym class. I felt like he was talking Martian.

"Hello," he repeated his hand waving in front of my face, "Earth to
Greg. You said yesterday I could help you start working out."

I blinked slowly away the sleep that still clung to my brain. I had? The
day before had been a fog of repressed desire and anxiety. I couldn't
imagine agreeing to work out, well with anyone... well, anyone besides
Chris.

"Sure," I said, not really knowing what I was signing up for.

"Great," he said, casually putting his hand on my knee. "I'm going to wait
on the shower and grab some breakfast instead. Meet you in the garage?" I
looked at the clock. It wasn't even eight. It was summer. I was a teenage
boy. I didn't get up this early for anything. I felt his hand squeeze my
knee. A lump formed in my throat.  He smiled at me. "Come on," he said, "I
think you'll like it."

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Twenty minutes later I stood alone in the musty garage. The car was
gone. Mom had already gone out on some morning business at the
university. Chris stood before me, still clad in just his running
shorts. He'd taken off his shoes and socks and stood barefoot. "You ready
to do this?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Sure," I said. "I don't really know what I'm doing," I warned
him.

Chris laughed. "Don't worry," he said, "We've all had our first time. But
first, where are your gym clothes?"

I stared at him blankly. I was wearing a pair of cargo shorts (they were
the only shorts I had) and one of my long gray T-shirts. "I... This is what
I wear to gym class..."

Chris laughed. It wasn't a mean laugh but I felt shame build up inside just
the same. "Dude, your body needs to be able to breathe if you're going to
work it.  Lose the shirt." I gulped. What? And show my sunken chest to this
Adonis? "And the shorts while you're at it," he added.

"Can't we just..." I began.

"Do it." He said. His voice had a hard tinge to it. The only time I'd heard
it before was the other night when he was stroking his dick saying the
words "Show me you want this cock. Show me how much you want it."

I didn't really feel like I had a choice. I meekly complied. I slung my
shirt over my head and wrapped my hands around my chest, covering my
nipples. God, I felt humiliated. Showing him my slight skinny frame next to
his broad sculpted chest.

"And the shorts," he reminded me. The tone was a warning. I could feel his
gaze pierce through me.

I lowered the shorts, and stepped out from them. Luckily my nervousness
prevented my cock from springing up and giving me away against my boxers. I
now stood across from him in just my underwear.

"Good," he said, "It's important to see the body before you start working
it. Then you can see your muscles start to work." He reached across and ran
his hands across my chest. "Jeeze, Greg. You don't get any sun, do you?"

I looked down. My skin was pale as snow. It really showed against the
golden- brown tan of Chris's hand. He traced his hand across my pec
muscles, the nail of his thumb scratching lightly across my nipples. I
inhaled sharply. "I... I don't really go outside much," I said, "Plus I
burn easily." I swallowed. I felt ridiculous having him inspect me like
this.

"No, don't apologize," he said, "Your skin looks beautiful. You're like a
doll."

I looked at him, dumbfounded. "I am?"

He smiled at me, his hand moving down my torso, tracing the skin. He was
slightly closer now. "Greg," he said softly, "You're who you are. Stay out
of the sun or always wear sunscreen. It'll last longer. You've got a nice
body. Work with me, it could be even prettier."

I'd never been called pretty before. Or even handsome. I mean, sure by my
mom but that didn't really count. I gulped. His hand left my torso just as
it was trailing down. I could feel blood start pumping to my dick. "Please
don't get a hard on, please don't get a hard on." I told myself.

"You ready to do this?" His voice snapped me back.

"Yeah," I said. "Let's do this."

The workout session was my first, and while the weights I wound up using
were laughably smaller than his, that only made sense. I'd always been
intimidated by exercise, by the broad-shouldered guys in gym class. But
Chris explained things to me in a way that made sense. In a way that I
could understand. Sometimes it was hard to concentrate because I'd catch
myself staring at his chest or his eyes or his butt but struggling to lift
weights when you've never done it before has a way of making your mind
think only of that specific task. Counting reps. Seeing how hard I could
push myself.

As sexy as I found the situation, I mean here I was in my underwear,
sweating hard with my shirtless cousin, I felt oddly grateful by his
lessons. I never felt stupid asking a question and I never felt judged when
he corrected my form.

Once I was finally done doing the last of my squats I sat down breathless
on the bench next to him. I was so overwhelmed with both exhaustion and
energy I didn't notice that our legs were touching again. He put an arm
around me and pressed me to his side. "Good work man. If you keep on a
routine and eat right you're going to be showing serious gains in on time."

I'd never thought about "gains" this way. I never even thought I had the
option.  Just this simple workout routine had made me rethink what I knew
about "guys like Chris" and about myself. Chris was opening my eyes to
whole worlds.  I turned to him. I looked at him in the eyes and said,
"Thank you, Chris."

He glanced at me and then smiled, `No, man. You did all the work. I
just—"

"No, I mean it. Thank you." I was trying to sound as serious as I
could. "Like, nobody's ever taken this kind of time with me. When you came
here, I was worried."

Chris frowned. "Worried? Why?"

"I... I don't know. I just... You're cool Chris. I mean you've got
style. You've got friends. You hang out at the beach. I... In my school
people like you don't talk to people like me."

He put his hand again on my shoulder. "Those people are assholes. Ignore
them."

"But you," I continued, "You've been really nice to me, ever since you got
here.  I'm sorry if I was awkward or weird yesterday. I just... I didn't
know if you'd like me. Or you know..."

"Greg," he cut me off, "I told you yesterday, you're already cool. That
stuff you do on the computer. Those awards I saw for your clubs. You're a
smart guy. That's cool. I like smart people. I like you."

I didn't know why but those last words hit me hard. I felt my eyes
water. "Hey, hey man. Come here," he said, and he embraced me in a huge
hug. I hugged him back our bare chests slick with sweat sticking to each
other in the heat of the garage. We just stayed like that for a moment
before I let go, laughing awkwardly.  "Sorry," I said, "I know that's
lame."

"Stop saying that about yourself, dude," he said, "And I know you don't
believe it but you're a good-looking kid too. You want to get these
muscles? You know how to do it now. We'll work out together while I'm
here. It helps to do it with friends." He stood up and stretched.

"Thanks Chris," I said. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my
chest.

"But you might want to think about getting some actual gym shorts. And
maybe a change of underwear. You don't want to do this while wearing
boxers."

I looked down. I was wearing the same red plaid boxers I mostly always
wore.  "Hey," I said in mock protest, "My mom gave me these for Christmas."

Chris laughed, "I can tell. Seriously, think about getting something so
your junk isn't in the way. Some athletic supporters or some briefs or a
jock strap."

I looked at him from the bench. I'd never really thought about my underwear
until now. My mom had always made those kinds of choices for
me. "I've... I've never worn a jockstrap before..." I confessed.

 "They're good support. And they're fun," he said. "I brought a few if you
want to try one on."

My pulse quickened. I had thought about smelling Chris's underwear ever
since I found out we'd be sharing a dresser. But the idea of wearing his
clothes hadn't occurred to me. I could feel myself stiffen instantly. I put
my hands on my lap awkwardly, "Oh, no. That's okay, I..."

"Oh, come on. I bet you'll like them," he said walking to the door and back
into the house, "Besides, they're better than boxers at hiding boners."

I stammered but he was already gone. I looked down. Who was I kidding. It
must have been obvious to him I was aroused. Shit, I thought. We were
getting along so well and now he probably thinks I'm a pervert. But I
paused. It was his idea. And the idea wildly excited me. I had to take a
few moments to calm my cock down so that at least it wasn't too obvious and
walked back into the house.

I found Chris in my room where he had laid out an assortment of his
underwear. I was a little taken aback. He turned to me and smiled. "You
like?"

"Where did you find all these?" I asked amazed. They were in all shapes and
colors. Briefs, jock straps, even a weird tiny piece of fabric with
strings. "They definitely don't sell these at Target."

"Mostly online," he said, "I've sort of got a thing for fun undies. See any
you want to try on?"

I stared back. "Now?" I asked. I couldn't try them on now. I was barely
able to keep control of my creeping erection just talking about this stuff.

"Why not? Tell you what, you try one of these, like how it feels, it's
yours. My thank you present for letting me use your closet. What do you
say?"

It occurred to me, that under normal circumstances the gift of used
underwear from one family member to another wouldn't be considered a normal
or appropriate or frankly a good present. But these weren't normal
circumstances, and I wasn't a normal teenager, and I was getting the strong
impression that Chris wasn't either. I glanced down at them again.

"You sure?" I asked.

"You bet, man. See which one you like. I can give you the websites where I
get them." I traced my finger along them. There was a green striped boxer
brief cut low. A word popped into my head: Go-go boy. There was a pair of
black spandex.  Red stretch briefs. But my hand rested on the white Calvin
Kleins, the same brand I'd seen him wear yesterday.

"You like those, huh?" Chris's voice was in my ear. So overwhelmed I was
with my decision I hadn't realized he had come up behind me. I turned
around. Chris stood right in front of me. I suddenly felt a little
intimidated again. He'd punctured my personal bubble.

"Yeah," I responded, "I liked them on you." There wasn't any use denying
it. Why else would I have chosen that pair?

Chris smiled, but he still had a strange expression on his face. It was
little less openly friendly. A bit sterner but with a hint of
mischievousness. "So, try them on." he said.

I looked around the room. "Here?" I asked, "With... uh, you?"

"We're just guys," he said, as if it was the most normal thing in the
universe.

My erection was throbbing now. But I didn't want to show him my dick. From
last night alone, I knew it wasn't as big as his. I suddenly felt very
shy. "I don't know..."

"If you want I'll try one on too. We can model for each other." I gaped. He
smiled.  "Only if you want to. For fun, you know."

If I had needed a motive to get naked in front of Chris, the chance to see
him naked too was as good as it got. He gestured to the bed and said,
"Which one do you want to see me in?" I looked back at the collection,
desperately aware of him behind me, observing my decision. I spotted a
black pair that looked heavier than the others. "What's this?" I asked,
feeling up the material.

"It's pleather. Good eye," he said, stepping forward and reaching for it
from the bed. I felt his chest briefly graze my back. He stepped back and I
turned around.  We were staring at each other again each holding a pair
from his underwear collection. The room felt oddly hot, which didn't make
sense since both of us were barely wearing clothes.

"You ready?" He asked, again that mischievous smirk to his voice. Did he
know what he was doing to me?

I glanced down helpless at my tenting boxers and back. I felt supremely
embarrassed. "I, I just... I'm sorry, I sometimes..."

"You're hard. That's normal. Trying on underwear is hot. It turns me on
too." He said.

I couldn't believe he just admitted to that. "It does?"

Chris laughed. It was the same carefree laugh he always had. I felt like I
was suddenly talking to regular old Chris again. "Fuck yeah, dude. Why do
you think I have so many pairs?"

I laughed back, "Yeah," I said, "That makes sense." Chris was letting me
into his world. I was sort of amazed. I'd sooner die than admit what turned
me on. Here was Chris laughing about it.

"Underwear is hot, man," he said casually, "You're not the only one turned
on.  Look."

With that he pulled down his pants and his cock sprang free from his shorts
and underwear. I gawped. It looked much bigger close than the other night
across the room in the darkness. It bounced lightly from the sudden
release. He'd been right.  He was hard too. Not as hard as I'd seen it last
night, but his cock was standing level to the ground, curving slightly to
the left. It took everything in my power not to reach out and hold it in my
hand.

"See?" he said, "Now it's your turn." I looked up at him. His expression
was kind, but his eyes were insistent. He'd shown me his, now I had to show
him mine.

I timidly tugged my boxers down my thighs and stepped out of them. Chris
let out a low whistle. "Nice package, man. Guess the carpet matches the
drapes, huh?"

My cock, pink and painfully erect was surrounded, had always been
surrounded ever since puberty by bright red bush of pubic hair. Chris's, I
had noticed was trimmed. I'd never even thought about doing that to my
body. Chris reached out and lightly ran his fingers along the tip of my
pubic hair. My cock dribbled precum on to the carpet.

"Seriously," he said, "Nice cock. I know a lot of guys my age who are way
smaller."

I didn't think at the time how he'd seen so many erect cocks. My mind was
elsewhere. "Th-Thanks." I said, "It try."

We both laughed. Some of the tension leaving the room. "You wanna try these
on?" He said holding up the underwear. I grinned and nodded.

It had been ages since I'd worn briefs. Probably still into elementary
school before I switched (or really my mom started buying me)
boxers. Chris's underwear was a size or two too big for me, but still the
tautness of the fabric as I rolled it up my leg turned me on. When I
managed to get my hard penis below the waistline because of the extra
fabric instead of snugging up to my pelvis it tented out obscenely, more
than it had in my boxers.

Chris laughed, "I'm sorry dude. I guess we'll have to get you a smaller
size." I laughed too. Chris had a way of putting me at ease, of making me
okay with all my feelings. "But they look good on you. It looks hot."

"It does?"

"Definitely."

Chris was in the process of trying to stuff his cock into the black
pleather briefs.  They were small on him, much smaller than the briefs I
was wearing, and they cut into his skin. When he finally managed it, the
bulge of his cock made a cylindrical bulge draped around his left thigh. I
found myself staring.

"What about me?" He asked, flashing that smile.

"They look amazing on you," I answered truthfully.

He flashed me his smile. "They feel incredible. Go ahead and feel it. Feel
the fabric."

I looked up at him, completely surprised. But he glanced down in
encouragement and with a slight tremor I reached out and touched the fabric
of his underwear. It had a roughness and stiffness that seemed both
uncomfortable and deeply sexy.  My fingers slowly traced their way around
the brim, and to the right side where his cock decidedly wasn't.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" There was a tone to Chris's voice I hadn't heard
before.  Or rather it was a tone I'd only heard once and it was the night
before when he was talking to himself jacking off.

"Yeah," I replied.

"You like that, don't you?"

"Yeah," I said, "I do." I couldn't help myself. Normally I'd have crawled
in a hole than tell the truth. But I was caught up. My hand drifted now to
the other side.  My fingers traced both sides of his swollen pleather clad
hard on.

"Tell me," he said. The tone of his voice has shifted yet again. There was
a command to it. I looked up at him, "Tell me how much you want it."

It? What? I swallowed hard. Was he asking what I thought he was asking? My
mouth went dry. Here I was fondling my cousin through his underwear and I
still couldn't be honest. I couldn't be honest with myself. I couldn't be
honest with him. I drew my hand back. "I... I..." I muttered.

The sound of the garage door opening.

Our heads turned as we both looked out to the living room. "Mom's back," I
said stating the obvious.

Chris stepped back. He turned and grinned at me. "Guess I should probably
hit the showers then," he said. "Don't want my aunt getting the wrong
idea."

The wrong idea? I thought. What was the right idea? We were cousins. We
were teenage boys. We'd been standing in my room, hard, trying on underwear
with erections. Was there a right way to take that picture?

Chris backed out of the room thumbing his way to the bathroom. Behind him
the last sounds of the garage door opening whirred away. "I'm going to take
a shower. You should probably take one too. So, I'm just gonna be in there
if you want to..."

But he didn't finish the sentence. He just let it linger in the air and
walked into the bathroom shutting the door behind him. I noticed
immediately he hadn't clicked it locked.

If I want to...what? Join him? Wait for him to finish? Use the bathroom? I
sat on the bed flushed and confused. The last ten minutes of my life had
been one of the most erotic things I'd ever experienced. Hell, the last
twenty-fours had been one giant wet dream of anticipation. I knew that
whatever game we'd just been playing with the underwear wasn't normal, at
least I didn't think it was normal.  Maybe things were different in
Florida? All the evidence pointed to Chris coming on to me, which I felt
like was impossible. But then he was the one who made me undress to my
boxers. He was the one who wanted me to try on his underwear.  He was the
one who wanted me to feel his pleather undies. He was the one who had
ordered me, just now, to "Tell me how much you want it."

And I did. He had to know that by now. Was he playing some long game with
me?  Was he trying to provoke me out of the closet so he could make fun of
me later?  Did it matter? Since his arrival I'd spent some of the hottest
hours of my brief life.  And he was on the other side of the wall getting
ready to shower. I could maybe join him.

I heard the shower turn on and then shortly after the sound of the garage
door closing. My mom would soon be here. I glanced down. My hard on was
still protruding through the soft cotton of Chris's Calvin Klein briefs. I
did NOT want to have to explain how I came by the new underwear. I slammed
my door shut and grabbed a pair of cargo shorts from the dresser.

A door slam. "Honey I'm back!" came my mom's voice. "Were you guys playing
with the gym set? It's all moved around!"

"I'm in here," I shouted through the door, pulling up the cargo
shorts. "Chris was showing me how to lift!"

"Was he?" She said, "Well come out here and help me with the groceries,
will ya?"

I fastened the top button, opened the door and stepped out. My mom mid-walk
stopped, her arms filled paper grocery bags. She looked me up and down. "No
shirt?"

I looked down and sighed. I'd forgotten my shirt. I looked back at her. She
had a bemused smile on her face. "We were working out. It was hot." I said.

My mom's eyebrows arched in a grin. "Working out? You?"

I frowned, abruptly sullen. "Yeah, we both worked out. I'm going to start
doing it on the regular."

She put her hands up, or at least as well as she could with the grocery
bags, "I'm not complaining. I'm glad someone's using those things. I've
been meaning to get rid of them for ages." She then stopped and stared at
me. "You look different, honey. Something's different about you."

I looked down. My rarely seen bare chest and my lose fitting cargo shorts
which of course now showed the waistband of my newly acquired underwear. I
looked back. How was I going to explain this?

But I didn't have to. My mom continued. "You look... you look happy,
Greg. It's a good look on you." And she waltzed off into the kitchen.

I stopped. I considered. It was hard to tell because the emotions I felt
were mostly confusion and intense sexual lust, but... yeah. I did. I did
feel happy. I felt great in fact. Fuck the T-shirt. I'd unload the car
bare-chested.

It didn't take that many trips to unload, and once I'd helped put the
groceries away I walked back to my room. From the bathroom I could still
hear water. Chris was still showering. Maybe the invitation to join him was
still open. I put my hand on the handle and pushed down.

Inside the bathroom, steam filled the air. Through the glass shower
divider, I could see Chris his back to me, naked, cleaning his foot with a
loofah. His head turned.

"Hey man, I was just finishing up," he said, "You can have it in a second."

"Oh, uhm..." I stammered. Clearly, I'd been wrong. I don't know what I'd
been thinking coming in here, invading his privacy like this. I glanced at
the toilet to across the long room. "I just have to use the bathroom," I
lied.

"Go ahead man," Chris said, "Take your time."

I walked past the shower. He was still cleaning his feet. I could see the
perfectly round spheres of his ass as he bent down scrubbing his souls. My
cock jumped. I walked up to the toilet, now facing perpendicular to the
shower. All I had to do was turn my head slightly to the right and I'd
still be able to see him in the shower. With a bravery I'd never have felt
until recently, I unbuttoned my shorts and pulled my penis out.

It was hard of course. I looked at it for a moment. What was I doing? Even
if I had to take a piss I couldn't in this state. I wasn't going to fool
anyone, let alone Chris.  I should put it back and leave.

There was a long silence as I stood there, not knowing what to do. The
sound of the water hitting porcelain filled the room.

Through the steam I could hear Chris's voice, "Shy pee-er?"

My heart stopped. I wasn't used to people talking to me while I was using
the bathroom. "What?" I called out.

"You a shy pee-er?" He answered. I glanced over. He was finished with his
feet and was now working on his well-defined shoulders through the glass,
back still to me. "I know some guys have to be alone to pee. It's cool
man."

I gulped, embarrassed. "No," I called back, "That's not it..." My hand was
still at the base of my hard dick. I willed it to go soft. Go soft so I
could pee a little and leave.

"Oh, I get it. Still hard?" He asked. He asked it as if he'd been asking
about the weather.

I nodded. "Yeah..." was all I could peep out, "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. Trying on those undies was hot. I'm still hard too," he
said turning around. I stared at him through the glass. He was lathering up
his chest now. Soap slowly pooled down his torso and collected at the base
of his now very hard cock. "See?"

I laughed weekly. If my dick could get any harder, it was doing so now.

"There's only one thing to do," he said, "You gotta beat it out, man."

"Uh, what?" My mind was racing. His hands were slowly traveling down his
chest towards his navel.

"You gotta beat it out if you wanna pee."

I stammered. We were both now staring at each other, Chris naked and coated
with frothing body gel, me in front of the toilet with my shorts around my
ankles.  Both hard as the summer days were long.

And then he added in a cold clear voice, "Do it. Do it now."

It was a short command, but it felt exactly that: a command. As unsure
about the whole situation as I felt, I began to run my hand up and down my
shaft, as Chris watched from the shower.

"Yeah, man, that's good. You had a good workout session today. You deserve
it."

Chris's hands traveled down past his navel and he took his cock in one hand
and the loofah in the other he started soaping up his shaft. I let out an
involuntary moan. I quickened the pace. I could feel myself needing it,
desperately needing release.

"No man, don't go too fast."

I didn't want to, but Chris's words cut through me. I slowed down, could
feel my rising orgasm ebb in reaction. I was in such ecstasy I felt my bare
toes curl under me. I put my head back and closed my eyes, "Oh... fuck," I
moaned.

"That's right, Greg," came Chris's voice. There was a hard rasp to it. Like
he was whispering through the steam. "Make it last. Stroke that cock. Good
boy."

Boy? Had he just called me boy? Chris wasn't that much older than I
was. But the sound of it, the way he said it made it sound hot as hell.

I opened my eyes and looked to the shower. Chris was openly masturbating
now.  Just like I was. His hand slowly traveled up the length of his veiny
tan cock as his thumb slipped over and past the head of his penis. I was
entranced.

"Spit on your hand," he said, "Get it nice and wet."

I'd never done that. I'd usually use a bottle of lotion I'd left by my bed,
or just improvised. I did as he said covering my hand with a thick sheen of
saliva. I went back to my dick coating it up and down with a slick layer of
drool. It made a slick sound as I my hand traveled up and down the shaft.

"Fuck yeah, dude," I heard him say. I looked up at him, he was leaning back
now, water coating his body. He'd dropped the loofah and his left hand was
fondling his balls just as he had been the night before as his right ran up
and down his cock. He was looking straight at me.

"You like this don't you?" He asked.

I flushed but I was too overcome with lust and horniness to deny
it. "Yeah..." I moaned a little as I said the words. I was getting close.

"You like jacking off for me, don't you Greg?" His voice was deeper than
usual. It traveled through the steam seamlessly. I felt like he was
whispering in my ear.

"Uh huh..." I nodded. Oh fuck, I could feel the cum rise in me.

"You gonna cum for me, cousin? You gonna cum for me, boy?"

I could feel my balls contract as I rubbed up and down my shaft again and
again. I thrust my head back to the ceiling. "Yeah... yeah, I'm going to
cum!" It came out more as a high-pitched whimper.

"Do it," he commanded, "Cum for me Greg. Shoot that load."

It rocketed out of me like cannon. I jolted back my body spasming. Sperm
flew out of my dick, jettisoning across the toilet and onto the wall. I
almost fell back into the trashcan. "Oh shit!" I cried.

"Fuck yeah, dude. Fuck. Fuck!" I looked back at Chris. He stared at me as
his hands lightning fast worked up and down his cock.  He started
convulsing and wave after wave of cum splattered against the shower glass
separating us. Cum was still dripping out of my cock, and I absently put a
finger to my cockhead and raised it to my mouth for a taste, not even
realizing who I was doing it in front of.

Chris grinned. "Nice, dude," he said, "That's hot as fuck." As the waves of
orgasm subsided throughout my body, I suddenly felt a tweak of shame. I
couldn't believe I just did that. In front of my cousin no less. I bent
down and fumbled to raise pull back my underwear and shorts.

"No, don't get dressed," Chris said turning his back and rinsing off his
chest and junk in the water. "I'm just finishing up." He turned off the
water and slid the glass partition open. He stepped out, body dripping onto
the bathmat beneath him. "It's all yours," he said, thumbing towards the
bath.

He grabbed a towel from the rack and began drying his hair. I just stood in
front of him marveling at the sight. We were still mostly hard; the blood
having not subsided from our cocks. I felt like freezing this moment in
time.

"You going in?" He asked again. He'd begun toweling his shoulders. The
lower half of him was still sopping wet. He stood by the towel rack close
to the entrance of the shower. He was kind of in the way.

"I nodded, face and body still red, still panting a little from my intense
orgasm. I stepped out of my shorts and kicked them to the side and then
walked towards him to the shower.

He was still standing there, toweling off his torso. His slowly softening
dick, still sticking straight out. The bathroom aisle was tight, and I had
sidle past him to get to the shower. As I did I felt something big and wet
on my lower torso and looked down and saw his still oversized cock slide
past my belly, smearing a slight trail of cum as it did so. I froze and
then moved to turn to the shower, but Chris's hand grabbed my shoulder and
held me there.

I looked up. There we were naked, Chris's cock dripping cum into my
navel. "That was fun Greg. That was really hot."

I looked down and blushed. "Yeah, it was..."

"Next time," he said, "Maybe we can save some water and shower together."

I felt my breath catch. Blood flowed back to my slowly deflating dick,
making it hard again. I felt it rise and doing, it started touching the
underside of Chris's penis. Chris smiled, mouth open staring into my
eyes. He shifted his weight again, and his shaft slid across the head of my
dick. I let out a high groan. I couldn't help it. I was so turned on.

He then smacked my ass. It wasn't a tap, it was an actual smack. It didn't
hurt exactly, but it was surprising. He then said, "Now go get in the
shower." He took the towel off his torso and wrapped it round his middle. I
stepped into the porcelain tub and slid the glass partition behind me. He
opened the door, walked out and shut it behind him.

As I turned on the water, I groped frantically at my dick and began to
pull. I know I had just cum minutes ago, but I was too aroused. I had to
cum again. I stood there in the heat and the pulse of the shower pulling
hard and fast at my dick. It took me a bit longer to orgasm, but I came all
the same. I shot my load a second time and watched as it washed away with
the spray of hot water and disappeared down the drain.

----------

When I got out of the bathroom I found Chris and my mom talking in the
living room. Chris had dressed. He wore a pair of tight jean shorts that
ran down his leg right before the knee and a tight t-shirt that clung to
his torso. They both turned to look at me. "Hey man," Chris said, "Your mom
wants to take us sightseeing."

I frowned. "In Fort Collins? What's there to see?"

"I thought Chris might like seeing the down town district," my mom said,
"Now stop being a smart aleck and get dressed." Ordinarily I would have
whined and begged to stay home. But at this point, any chance I had to hang
around Chris I was going to take.

"Okay," I said, heading into my bedroom. "I'll be right out."

As I changed into my normal outfit of t-shirt and cargo shorts, I sighed as
I looked at myself in the mirror. I wished I'd had clothes like Chris. I'd
never paid much attention to how I looked or dressed, but now I felt
self-conscious of my overall shlubbiness. Cargo shorts or pants were
literally all I owned. I sighed as I put on some shoes and socks and went
out again.

Walking around down town was a lot more than I'd ever have before. Chris
insisted on going into a lot of stores I'd never set foot in. I usually
hated shopping, but Chris made it fun by picking up items or clothes and
making jokes. I felt myself relax around him in a way I couldn't remember
ever feeling in public. I sort of forgot about who else might be watching
us, and just felt free to laugh or kid around like I wanted to.

While my mom browsed Lord and Taylor, Chris and I played a game of hide and
seek along the racks. Later we raced around the block. Chris was obviously
faster than me, having ran track, but I surprisingly held my own. We
started playing a tickle game, that wound up with Chris trying to lift me
up and give me a piggy back ride. I was laughing too hard to notice my mom
call out.

"You two are trouble!" She said, "I can't believe it's only been a day. You
two are thick as thieves."

All throughout whenever we touched, or played around, or Chris would come
up behind me and grab me or just sometimes hug me, I felt a twinge of
anticipation.  We'd already gone pretty far with each other that
morning. What was going to happen that night?

Later as we ate dinner at home, my mom made an announcement, "So I'm sorry
about this Chris but the administrator who was organizing the conference
I'm going to this weekend fell sick and I'm going to have to fill in."

"That's too bad," he said looking up with genuine concern, "What happened?"

"Some sort of staph infection. She had to be hospitalized. She oversaw the
whole conference. It's about contemporary Navaho Anthropology and Politics
and now it's on my shoulders." I suddenly felt his foot on my shoe. He'd
taken off his shoes and socks and now his toes were tugging at my
shoelaces. I looked at him, but his gaze was completely on my mom thought
there was a devilish glint in his eye. I tried to kick him off.

"Where's the conference?" He asked. He'd caught the laces of my right food
and began tugging them loose.

"Flagstaff," she said. "It's a long drive which means I'm going to have to
head out tomorrow. I know I said I'd only be gone this weekend, but it
looks like I'll have to be gone for a bit longer."

My shoe loose now, I felt his foot glide along my ankle as his toes began
to tug it free.

"Will you boys be okay by yourselves for six days?" My mom continued.

Chris looked at me, as underneath the table he yanked off my shoe and began
to rub his feet against mine. "Oh yeah," he said, "We'll be fine. I'll take
good care of Greg."

As we finished up supper Mom announced that she had some extra work to
prepare before heading out the next day. She promised to spend more time
with us when she got back, but Chris assured her he understood, and we'd be
fine. By that point he'd worked off both my shoes and socks and we'd been
playing footsie for about half an hour.

As she cleared the plates and put them in sink, Chris spoke to me from
across the table. "So, cousin. What do you want to do?"

I had a lot of ideas. None of them were mentionable in front of my
mother. "I don't know," I said, "We could watch another movie..."

"Why don't you two play a game?" My mom said, "Whenever Greg's little
friends come over they play games, isn't that right honey?"

I rolled my eyes unconsciously. My mom was right of course. But I didn't
exactly want to play Settlers of Catan with my hunky cousin, at least not
right now.

"I like games," Chris said as his foot slowly stroked my calf, "I know a
few fun ones."

I smiled. "See," my mom said, "I've got the best suggestions."

-----------

Later Chris and I were sitting on each end of my bed. We'd closed the door
at Chris's suggestion. I didn't know what kind of game Chris had in mind,
but I was excited to find out. "You ever play Truth or Dare?" He asked. He
was sitting on one end, sitting on one leg, his other extended out towards
me. I was sitting cross legged.

Of course I'd heard of the game, but I didn't know anything about. I shook
my head. "What do you do?" I asked.

"Each person takes a turn. You have to choose. You can either can either
choose Truth or Dare. If you choose Truth, then you have to answer the
other person's question truthfully. If you choose Dare you have to do
something the other person dares you to do."

I swallowed, "What kind of things?"

Chris shrugged and smiled. "It could be anything. That's what makes the
game exciting. Understand?"

I nodded. I wasn't exactly sure where this game was going to go but I
trusted Chris implicitly at this point. "I'm in."

"Great. You can go first, since you're new. So, you say..." He hinted.

"Truth or Dare?" I guessed.

"Right, exactly," he said, "I'll take a dare. Now you have to dare me to do
something."

I paused. He sat across from me on the bed, leaning on his hands. It was
hard not to stare fully at the bulge in his jean shorts. What did I want
him to do...? "Take off your shirt," I said.

Chris smiled, "Just the shirt?" He asked, that mischief in his voice again.

"And the shorts," I said.

Chris nodded in approval as arms crossed and he peeled his shirt off his
chest. "I like this Greg," he said, "Straight down to business." He stood
up on his knees and slowly unbuckled his belt. He stared at me as he snaked
it lose. Then he unbuttoned each button of his shorts slowly. He was giving
me a little tease. He then slid them slowly down his pants revealing the
short black pleather underwear I'd asked him to wear earlier in the
morning. His cock sat swollen to the side. He sat back down.

"Now it's your turn, he said his dark eyes glinting, "Truth or Dare."

I let out a brief sigh. Might as well, I thought. "Dare."

"You're getting brave," he said, "I like it." He got back up on his knees
and looked me up and down and then said, "I suppose turn about's fair
play. I want to take your shirt and shorts off."

I nodded. I figured I'd have to do it. I reached down for the edge of my
T-shirt but was caught short by Chris's voice, "No Greg, you weren't
listening. I want to do it.  I want to take your clothes off." I stopped
and blinked.

He stood up from the bed. "Get over here," He commanded. I got up from the
bed and stood before him. "Put your arms up," he said. I raised my arms
above my head. I felt raw and vulnerable before him. "Good boy," he said,
"I like someone who can follow orders."

He then put his hands to my chest and began to feel me through my
t-shirt. "Why do wear T-shirts way too big for you?" He asked. His finger
began to circle around one of my nipples. I felt it stiffen under the
fabric.

"I don't know," I said, "I never really thought about it before."

His other hand found my other nipple and began to tease it as his right
hand slowly moved down my chest and towards my navel. "It's like you're
ashamed of your body. You've got a great body," he said.

"Uh... Thanks," I said. He was standing so close to me now.

"But we're going to have to get you some new clothes," he said, his hands
going back up my chest, tracing along my collar bone, touching my neck. I
could feel his breath on me. "At least a new shirt," he added. "This one's
ripped."

With that he grabbed the neck of my shirt and ripped it down the middle. I
was shocked, but I didn't step back or move my arms. He kept ripping until
my entire shirt hung open, hanging at my sides. My chest exposed. "Hmm," He
said, "Fuck yeah. You look so fucking sexy like that." His hands were back
on my chest now and took my nipples with his right and left fingers and
pinched them hard. I let out a high moan. My cock jumped in my shorts.

"Hmm, your nipples are so sensitive aren't they boy?" He asked, as his
fingers slid back and forth across my painfully erect buds. I whimpered
yes. "I like that about you. You have so many buttons to push. You're going
to be so much fun."

It took a step back. His cock pushed tight against his black shorts. "Put
your hands behind your back," he ordered.

I put my arms down and back. It wasn't even a conscious thought. He peeled
the rags of what had once been my t-shirt down my arms and stretched it out
twisting it into what looked like a short rope.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I told you I was going to take off your shirt and shorts. I didn't say how
I was going to do it." He said and he stepped closer, his chest touching
mine and I felt him tie my hands tightly together. His cock through his
shorts rubbed against my stomach. They were already wet with precum, I
could tell.

"And now to take care of these," he said, and his hand started unbuttoning
my shorts. It didn't take more than a couple of buttons before the weight
of the shorts themselves made them fall to the ground. My own cock stood
out in the over sized white briefs. They were mere inches from his thighs.

"It's your turn," he said. "Say Truth or Dare."

"Truth or Dare?" I asked him.

"Truth," he said.

I swallowed. At this point I felt we'd reached the point of no
return. Neither of us could pretend we weren't doing what we were doing. I
wanted to know: "Have you ever done anything like this... like what we're
doing, with anyone else."

Chris smiled and stepped towards me. His thigh pressed against my cock and
I felt my breath catch. "Oh yes, Greg. I've done this kind of thing with a
lot of people.  I've got a lot to teach you cousin, but luckily you've got
half the summer to learn it."

I blinked. This was only the second day. I couldn't imagine what the next
few weeks were going to be like.

"Now, Truth or Dare?"

I flushed. "Truth," I said.

He was so close to me now. I could feel his breath on my face. "Have you
ever been kissed, Greg?"

I shook my head no. "Now your turn," he said.

"Truth or Dare?" I asked, my voice trembling.

"Dare." He said.

"I... I dare to you to kiss me."

His mouth was on mine in a flash. I felt his tongue in my mouth. His spit
tasted wonderful and I began pushing back, my own tongue and mouth
hungry. He grabbed my jaw and broke away only briefly. He lowered my head
and let out a bit low dribble of drool which I caught on the inside of my
lower lip and then he lifted me back up and we continued to make out.

 I pressed my body against his frantically and then I felt his hand on my
cotton clad dick. I moaned inside his mouth as our tongues wrestled. He
wasn't jerking me, he was just holding me. I felt my cock pulse through his
grip. He finally let go.  My mouth was wet now. I'd wipe away the saliva,
but I couldn't with my arms bound behind me. "So, Greg," he said, "Truth or
Dare?"

"Dare." I said. I didn't care what it was, whatever he wanted. At this
point I'd follow him off the end of the earth.

He looked at me seriously. "This is going to be harder than it sounds," he
said. "I dare you: not to cum."

I frowned. What did he mean? Before I could think about it further I felt
him push against me lightly. I fell back and onto the bed. I fell onto my
hands, still tied behind me and my head fell against my two pillows. Chris
clambered over my legs and straddled my chest on his knees.

I was pinned down, my hands tied behind me. "Remember," he said, "Don't
cum."  He then reached behind him and put his hand on my thigh. His hand
then ran up and through the leg of my briefs and grabbed a hold of cock
through my underwear. He began to slowly stroke me up and down. I shuddered
beneath him.

"Oh fuck..." I let out. It felt amazing. Chris stood over me in his bulging
black underwear as he slowly stroked me from behind. I found myself
completely at his mercy, moaning as I felt his finger tips graze the head
of my penis, coating themselves with my pre-cum and then back down again
along the length of my shaft.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" He asked.

"Uh huh..." I nodded, barely able to talk. I started thrusting back,
desperate for the continued sensation. I felt his hand suddenly hold tight
against my dick. It was both a moment painful and deeply erotic. I bucked
in response.

"Now don't cum, cousin. Don't you dare fucking cum." He said.

I moaned in protest, "But it's so fucking hard."

He continued stroking. I moaned some more. "We're going to teach you
something called self-control," he told me. "You can cum, Greg, but only
when I let you." I felt his hands exit my briefs and now he was working my
briefs down. I thrust up to give him access and my dick popped out the
confines. His hand went back to my dick and continued his slow rhythmic
pumping.

I closed my eyes. It felt incredible. It was hard not to get lost in the
sensation. He quickened the pace slightly and I let out an audible
high-pitched sigh as I could feel myself getting closer.

Once again, he his iron fist held my dick fast and I felt it lean painfully
against my balls. My back arched at the sensation.

"Don't you dare fucking cum," he said, "You can cum when I let you cum. You
understand boy?"  I nodded completely helpless below him. "I won't," I
said, "I'll try not to."

"You got to do better than try, dude. Now come on, it's your turn. Give me
a dare." He was still milking me, and I was caught in a delirium underneath
him as he stood straddled across my torso, "What do you dare me to do? What
do you want Greg?"

I let out another moan. The sensation of my cock was getting stronger and
stronger and it was taking everything I could not spew a river of cum
across my cousin's back. "I... I don't know," I gasped.

"Yes, you do," Chris said. His voice low almost a whisper. His groin was
merely an inch from my head now. "What do you want me to do? What do you
want more than anything in this world?"

I stared at his pleather clad dick. It was throbbing through the fabric. It
was hard to think straight with his hand going up and down my raging cock.

"Tell me what you want, Greg," He said again, "You have to say it."

"I want... I want to see your penis." I said.

Chris smiled. "You want this cock?" he asked, "What do you want to do with
it?"  He tightened his grip on my dick and pulled. I moaned in
response. "Answer me, boy."

"I want to look at it. I want to smell it. I want to taste it. I want
everything."

"You want this cock?" He asked me.

"Yes," I said. I'd never wanted anything so badly in my entire life.

"Say it," he commanded.

"I want your cock," I answered back.

"Louder."

"I fucking want your cock. Just fucking let me have it already!" I shouted.

Chris nodded, his right hand still working my own dripping member. With his
other hand, Chris ran his thumb down and around my mouth. I involuntarily
opened and he inserted it into my panting lips. As he held my jaw, I began
sucking on his thumb as my chest heaved at the intense orgasm I was trying
to postpone.

"That's good. Suck that thumb," he said, "You've been a good boy. Cousin
Chris is going to give you want, you better be ready."

I nodded earnestly, still sucking on his thumb. He gave my cock a few quick
yanks and I shuddered in ecstasy.

He withdrew his thumb and then tucked it under the fabric of his pleather
shorts.  I felt my chest seize up. This was happening. This was actually
happening. He began to lower the waste line and I could see his pubic hair
and the length of his now very hard cock come into focus. I could smell him
and if possible, it made my cock harder still. I whimpered with lust.

"God, you're so hot for it, aren't you little cuz?" He asked me.

I nodded in desperation.

"Don't worry little boy, Cousin Chris is going to feed you good," and with
that he yanked the briefs fully down and his cock sprang out. It now hung
in the air, glistening mere inches from my face.

"This what you wanted Greg? This the cock you wanted to see?" I nodded
frantically. He began inching closer, the swelled mushroom head getting
closer to my face. I couldn't exactly move, because he was still sitting on
my chest, still masturbating me agonizingly slowly. All I could do was
murmur.

His cock was almost to my face now. If I stuck out my tongue I could lick
it. He grabbed it by the base and sidled forward a few inches. He slapped
it across my cheek, ran it along under my nose and across the other side of
my face. It left a thin sheen of precum in its wake. I was intoxicated by
the smell. There was musk and sweat and soap. I felt my balls contract.

His hand stopped and dip painfully into my testicles. "No cuming," he
warned his voice a razor. He was standing before me, his cock almost at my
lips, "Not until I say."

I breathed. Tried to concentrate. He went back sliding his hand along my
penis slower now but stead. My entire cock, my entire body was on fire. I
closed my eyes trying to will myself down. I felt the taste and pressure of
something big and warm at my lips. I opened my eyes.

His cock was right in front of me, dripping precum onto my lips. I
unconsciously licked them and with them the head of his penis. My tongue
paused and then I put it out, tentatively tasting his member. His precum
tasted salty and sweet. I was enraptured.

Above me Chris nodded. "Good boy. Taste that cock. Taste that cock that's
going to feed you."

I felt his other hand grip my jaw and lower it slightly. I felt my mouth
open and his enormous mushroom head go in. I started gagging at just the
first entrance as his hand stroked my jaw bone. "Shhh... shhh..." he said,
"Just breathe. Just breathe."

I calmed down and focused on breathing through my nose as I felt his cock
slide deeper and deeper still into my throat. It felt amazing. It was hard
to imagine feeling more aroused.

Chris let out a big contented moan, "Oh, fuck, yeah," he said. "Good
boy. Good boy."

I could feel his cock reach almost to the back of my throat before exiting
again and then entering. My tongue began to lick at his head as it left,
but then upon almost leaving my lips, he thrust back in again. My jaw and
throat muscles loosened in anticipation, his whole cock coating my throat
with his juices.

I moaned in pleasure as his cock went slowly up and down my willing
throat. His hand left my jaw and soon I could feel him grip the back of my
head. He was still working my cock. I couldn't believe I hadn't cum yet but
every time I got close he would grip me solid until the wave of euphoria
had ebbed. Still now, gripping my hair Chris started to fuck my eager face,
sliding his cock in and out, in and out. It was glorious and I felt my
entire body quaking with longing.

"Oh little cousin likes that, Little cousin Greg likes that family meat." I
head Chris say. I looked up at him towering naked before me. I tried to nod
my head, but it was hard to do what with him gripping the back of my head
and pound his shaft through my lips. I moaned in response.

"You're doing good baby," he said, "You're doing so fucking good." He
started picking up the pace of his thrusts and leaned back his eyes
closed. He also started jacking me off harder too.

It was hard not to squirm underneath him. My body felt on fire now. I
eagerly bobbed up and down on his dick, I needed to taste him, needed his
load. "Oh shit," he said. "Jesus Christ. Fuck."

My own cock felt electric and he continued to stroke me as his dick
continued pumping itself in and out of my willing mouth. He started
thrusting more frantically. "Oh fuck," he said, "Oh fuck."

Give it to me, I thought. Just fucking open up and give it to me. I wanted
it to so badly.

"Oh shit, dude," he moaned, "Oh shit. It's coming. I'm coming..." And then
I felt it, his shaft seized up for a moment and then an eruption of hot
sticky sweet coat the back of my throat. I moaned in return and felt Chris
pick up the pace on my own dripping cock. Not even consciously I felt my
own spontaneously erupt shooting out and onto his back. We both grunted in
unison, him grinding his grown across my face and me exploding into his
hand.

I swallowed it all as he slowly pumped away at my face. He finally released
my head and slowly pulled his still dribbling dick out. My mouth felt salty
and completely coated in his cum. I savored the taste.

"You fucking sexy boy," I heard him say. I looked up at him and as I did so
he leaned down and kissed me passionately in the mouth. His tongue coating
the inside of my mouth, saliva mixed with his own cum. I kissed back
hungrily.

We made out for a long while as he sat on my chest still holding my now
softening dick. Eventually we broke off, both of us panting. My entire face
was coated with sweat. He let go of my dick and wiped my forehead. He sat
back. He let out a long breath. "Good work out, man," he laughed.

I laughed too. "You too. That was amazing."

He collapsed on top of me, his larger body pressing me into the
mattress. He lightly kissed my lips and then rolled over to the side. My
bed wasn't very wide, but we laid next to each other a while catching our
breath.

We laid like that for a while, just listening to the sound of our breath
returning to normal. I felt something shift in me. A letting go. I felt
like a different person than the one who got up that morning. I wasn't
quite sure how.

I turned to him, my head propped on my arm. "Can I ask you a question?"

"You've definitely earned the right to ask me anything you want," he said
still laying back staring at the ceiling.

"Are you—are you gay?" I asked.

He turned and gave me a surprised look and then he let out a sincere loud
laugh. I wasn't sure how to take it. Once he'd finished he lightly rubbed
my shoulder and said, "Greg, I just finished feeding you my cock while
jacking you off. Yeah, I'm gay. And I'm pretty sure you are too."

I inwardly winced. I looked down and then back at him. His eyes were kind
and trusting. "I've never... I've never told anyone," I confessed.

"Told anyone what?" He asked.

"That, I'm... you know, that I have these feelings..."

"What feelings? That you're gay? Say it out loud, dude."

"I'm... I'm gay," It felt enormous admitting both to myself and someone
else.

I felt his hand guide my chin up to face him from across the bed. "Yeah,"
he said, "No shit, sherlock."

Chris made it seem so easy, so normal, so natural. I still couldn't help
but feel a bit like a freak. "I just, I don't know how my mom or my
friends, you know, are going to react and my school and..."

"Dude," he said, "Your mom is your mom. She's going to love you no matter
what.  She's an anthropology professor. She's probably going to be
thrilled. And as for your friends, if it really makes a difference to them
then they weren't your friends anyway. But I'm gonna guess that the buddies
who come over to your house and play board games don't hang out with you
because of what other people think.  They hang out with you because you're
funny, and smart, and they like being around you. That's what friends
are. And who you sleep with doesn't change any of that. If anything,
they'll probably start getting jealous of all the sex you're going to start
having."

I coughed a little. The idea of me finding anyone else to have sex with
seemed wildly impossible. Even this encounter had been a fluke, a massive
series of coincidences. If I hadn't met Chris I felt like I'd probably just
stay in the closet forever. "There aren't any gay guys at my school," I
protested.

"Greg, you told me yesterday point blank: I'm straight. I like girls."

I thought back. He was right. Jesus, yesterday evening felt like an eon
ago.

"People in high school are still figuring themselves out. I didn't come out
until I was sixteen too. I bet there are a lot of guys at your school or
around town that are as `straight' as you.

I rolled my eyes. "This isn't like Florida, though. This is
Colorado. Northern Colorado."

"Yeah," he said, "Home of legal weed and democratic senators. You're gonna
be fine. You just have to know where to find people, how to look. Sometimes
people take a little coaxing, like you." He poked me in the belly and I
laughed. "I'll teach you, man. You're gonna get a five-star education,
believe me."

Then he smacked me on the ass. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, but
definitely hard enough to get my attention. My breath caught and laying
next to him, I could feel myself getting hard again. He looked down at my
growing dick and smiled. "You like that, don't you? You like it when I slap
your ass, boy?" He smacked it again. I my cock rose up and began pressing
into his left thigh. He left his hand on my ass this time and started
needing my left cheek.

"Yeah," I said, "It's... It's hot. Tt kind of turns me on."

"It does, does it?" He asked. He gave me another smack and then went back
to kneading. He was closer to my ass crack now. Nobody had ever touched me
there.  "What else turns you on?"

I swallowed. I was freshly hard again and was having trouble controlling my
thoughts. "I don't know. You. Guys."

He smacked me again. I started unconsciously moving my cock up and down his
leg. "Be specific," he said.

"I liked it when I sucked your cock. That was amazing," I said.

"Oh yeah, I know that's true. I could tell you liked it. You're a little
slut for cum, aren't you?"

"I guess..." I said.

"What else?" His voice was hard now. He was giving me an order. "Tell me
what else makes you horny?"

"Um... I like, I like it when you... I mean this is weird," I said.

"Try me," he said. I was now fully humping his leg, still slowly but in
earnest. He was just laying there talking though I could see his cock had
started to rise as well.

"I liked it when you called me `boy'." I said.

He smacked me again on the ass. I let out a little yelp of pleasure. He
went back to kneading my buttock, but now his fingers were much closer to
my crack. He gripped and massaged my glutes back and forth, opening my
asshole back and forth to the night air. "So, the boy likes it when I call
him `boy', huh? That right, boy?" His head was closer now. I felt his
breath on my face again.

"Yeah, "I said.

"You like it when I tell you what to do, boy?"

"Yeah" I nodded.

"Good, because if you're going to learn anything this summer you're going
to have trust me and follow a lot of directions. Think you can handle
that?"

I nodded my head as I continued to grind against him. His fingers inched
closer to my hole. I shifted my weight on the bed and began to spread my
legs to give him wider access.

"Oh fuck, you're a little slut, aren't you?"

I whimpered in reply.

"If I wanted I could sex you 24/7 and you'd still be thirsty for more, it's
that right cousin?"

I felt desperate again. I couldn't believe I had any cum left in my body
after our game of Truth or Dare, but now I wanted to, needed to let more
out. "Yeah, you turn me on so much Chris."

I wanted to kiss him. To make out but there was a look in his eye that told
me not to make any decisions without him. His finger began circling around
my ass hole.  I'd literally never had or ever thought I'd want something up
my asshole but as he traced two fingers up and down my taint I realized how
erogenous that area was.  Was he going to put them up there? Was he going
to fuck me? What would that feel like? I felt many emotions. Anxiety,
gratitude, Fearfulness, but most overridingly Lust.  Whatever Chris wanted
me to do, I would do. I was fully in.

Then he abruptly took his hand away and shifted back. I suddenly had
nothing to hump against. I blinked in confusion. "But that's not the way
this is going to work, Greg. You can't just binge all day. You're going to
have to earn your rewards."

"How?" I asked. It was the most earnest question I'd ever asked. I
desperately wanted to know what do, what hoops I'd have to jump through,
whatever it was it could be considered done.

"You'll find out," Chris smiled and stood up. He pulled on a pair of fresh
underwear and then tossed me one too. It was a pair of blue jock
straps. "When I tell you." I frowned at the jockstrap and looked down at my
twitching cock. I looked back at him in slight outrage. How could he do
this to me? Work me up only to blue ball me here?

As I opened my mouth to air my complaints, Chris barreled through
them. "Put those on and come out to the living room. I'm going to fold out
the bed and put on a movie. What do you want to watch?"

"I don't want to watch a movie!" I said, raising my voice to him for the
first time ever, "I want to—"

"I know what you want to do, but that's not what we're
doing. Not. Right. Now."  His words felt like a patronizing parent.

I crossed my arms and muttered to myself. "Fine. Whatever. I'll be
out... soon." I glanced down at my still hard dick.

"Nuh-uh," He said. "I know what you're thinking and no." He walked over to
me, now wearing a pair of camo-green boxer briefs that bulged out wildly
before his thighs. My anger and frustration were quelled by the fact they
were inches from my face. He bent over and looked my right in the eyes he
then grabbed my dick in his hands. I gasped and as I opened my mouth he
kissed me.

We stayed like that for a couple seconds, our tongues wildly exploring each
other.  He then broke it off, holding my cheek in his right hand, my cock
with his left. He stared straight at me. "For the next five weeks," he said
clenching my dick harder in his hand, "This belongs to me. You don't cum
until I let you. You understand?"

I paused. I was confused. I didn't see where he was going with this. He
squeezed my dick harder, almost painfully. "Do you understand?" He
repeated.

I nodded. "Ye-Yes." I licked my lips. I was confused but turned on all at
the same time.

"That means no jacking off in the shower. No doing it in the public
bathroom. If you want to cum, you have to earn that reward. You have to go
through me."

I nodded again. He had started slowly stroking me again. I felt my mouth
dry as I looked down and watch him with almost a glacial movement slide his
hand up and to the head of my dick where he began to run a nail along the
rim of the head.

"I decide when you cum, where you cum, how you cum, who you cum with. When
I leave at the end of five weeks you can have all that control back. You
can fuck anyone you want then, and with the skills I'm going to teach you
will. You'll have all the freedom in the world but right now, you're
mine. You got it, cousin?"

I nodded, just staring at his nail run along the head. I felt in equal
parts pleasure and agony. Oh, Christ I needed to cum. I needed to cum right
now.

And then he stopped. He stood up and looked at me. I whimpered and looked
back at my throbbing cock. "It's your choice, cousin. If you break this
rule, then the education ends. We can have fun the rest of the summer, we
can still hang out but just as friends; no sex stuff. So, if you want to
you could jack off right now, but I'm never going to do anything else with
you ever again. Those are the stakes."

I swallowed. I looked down and breathed out long and hard. This was going
to be tough, I thought. I looked back at Chris. He was staring at me with
an electric intensity.

"Are you in or out, cousin?" He asked.

"I'm in," I said.

Chris let out a relieved breath of air. I suddenly realized it was as
important to him that I do this "education" as I desperately wanted
it. "Now put those on and help me fold out the bed. It's your turn to pick
the movie."

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As we watched the movie, (I chose Thor Ragnarok) I thought back on the
night before. Watching that movie, I had felt such an erotic tinge just
feeling his calf muscles against my own. Now here we were, I lay beside and
on him, my head using his belly as a pillow. He meanwhile casually stroked
my chest. I felt so secure. I felt so safe. I couldn't believe that any of
this was happening.

Of course, I stayed hard for most of the movie. Whenever Chris noticed my
cock starting to go down, he'd slowly start pinching and twisting my
nipples or occasionally just reaching over and jacking me back to full
hardness. It was driving me crazy, but I knew the consequences if I took
matters into my own hand. The desperation was worth this relationship.

As the end credits rolled Chris looked down at me. "You've been good,
boy. You haven't touched it once."

"I'm not going to," I said, my voice as determined as I could make it.

He put his palm flat against my groin and started moving cock around in
little circle motion. After spending an entire movie being forcibly hard,
this little motion was enough to make me perilously close to the edge.

"How long, Greg, do you suppose you could last if I started jacking you off
right now?" He asked.

I took in a big breath. I shrugged. "Honestly," I said, "Two, maybe three
seconds.  I'm close Chris. I'm really fucking close."

"What about fifteen seconds?" He asked.

I let out a nervous but genuine laugh. "I don't think so."

"What about thirty?" He asked again.

"There's no way!" He was moving my cock around with his open palm. I was on
edge it was hard to tell what my cock was feeling it had been swollen and
hard for so long now. He was toying with it like a joystick. I guess in a
way he was.

"If you can last thirty seconds I'm going to give you a big present
tomorrow," he said.

"What kind of present?" I asked. My brow furrowed. There was no way I was
going to last that long. I was too worked up. Too on the edge.

"A good present. You'll like it. You need it. Thirty seconds. You ready?"

I frowned. It was impossible. "Chris, I don't think I can—"

But before I could say anything else, he yanked off my jock and started
blowing me.

I almost exploded. I'd never had a blow job in my life and while when I was
sucking his cock I'd struggled with both the size of his member and my own
gag reflex, Chris was riding mine like he'd been born to the job. It felt
incredible. I grasped at the bed sheets and tried desperately to control
myself.

Chris looked up at, as his mouth expertly worked cock. All the way to the
very tip and then plunging back down until he'd buried his entire face in
my pubic hair. It was intensely sexual. As he did it, on his right hand he
counted down the time in ten second increments. I was panicked,
frenzied. I'd never felt such an amazing sensation on my penis and I was so
close.

I'd managed to clear ten seconds because the surprise was so shocking that
I think it took my brain a while to process what was happening. But as I
reached the halfway mark it was getting harder and harder to hold back.

Chris was bobbing up and down faster now. He used his other hand to run
along the shaft as he came up, wetting it and swirling it around my now
desperately aroused cock. I shut my eyes. Maybe if I didn't watch him do
it.

But then the physical sensations became magnified. The wetness of his
tongue and throat. The pressure of his slippery hand. The increased
rhythm. I gasped my eyes open at the overwhelming sensation. I looked at
this hand. He was back to counting from one. I'd lasted twenty-one
seconds. I had nine more to go.

The suction of his mouth increased. He tightened his lips as they went up
from the shaft and slipped off my mushroom head and then back down again. I
willed my hips not to buck, but my body was having trouble listening to
me. I was panting all over. "Don't," I said aloud to myself through
clenched teeth, "Don't you dare."

I looked to the hand. Twenty-six. Four seconds I could do four seconds.

Chris was holding my ass now, as he kneeled between my legs attacking my
cock with his mouth with a speed I'd never seen. I felt his fingers edge
toward my crack. Oh no, I thought.

Twenty-Seven... Twenty-Eight.

I grabbed the bed sheets and squeezed with all my might.

Twenty-Nine...

I could feel my balls contract in preparation. Just wait, I told them. One
more second...

Thirty.

In a wave I let myself go. I began humping his mouth, his face, wildly. In
a monsoon of pent up energy, I ejected shot after shot and shot after shot
down the wide-open throat of my cousin. He had his chin buried all the way
to my nuts and I could feel his throat muscles contract around the shaft of
my extremely sensitive penis as swallowed every drop.

Eventually the contractions subsided and completely spent I fell back onto
the bed. Chris waited even longer until my cock had really started to
shrink back, and he let it fall out of his mouth like an enormous fleshy
noodle. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Good boy, Greg. You got your present."

I let out a big breath and laughed. "I thought that WAS the present." I
said.

"No," he said, "That my little cousin was an exercise. An exercise you
passed." He crawled up to me, he was now right above me, perched on his
elbows. I was too exhausted now to appreciate the view of his naked torso
on top of mine. He leaned down and kissed me gently on the mouth. I leant
up and kissed him back, sweetly. I didn't have the energy to make out with
the hunger I had before.

We stayed kissing for a good fifteen, twenty seconds. He then pulled
away. "You look exhausted," he said, "Let's go to bed."

He flipped next to me on his back, he leaned over and pulled the covers
over the two of us. "Turn over," he whispered. With the modicum of energy I
had, I rolled over to my side, and I felt Chris embrace me from the rear,
his large body hugging mine. His muscles, while hot obviously were also
warm and slightly soft and comfortable. I took in a big breath through my
nose and I could smell the scent of him and our sweat and our sex all
around me. I smiled one of the happiest smiles my face had ever had cause
to express as my eyes fluttered closed and I fell into a very long and very
deep sleep.