Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2021 16:02:29 -0400 From: Bottom the Weaver Subject: Cousin Chris Shows Me the Way - Part 4 Cousin Chris Shows Me the Way By Bottom the Weaver (Hi guys. After a very long break I'm back to continuing this story of Greg and his brother Chris and their blossoming sexuality. I apologize to all the unanswered emails I've received in that time. I sort of get temporarily obsessed with projects, and as you can imagine each of these chapters takes time to write down and edit and re-write. Thanks for your patience if you're an old reader and if you're a new one please read the first three chapters first. You can find me at BottomTheWeaver34@gmail.com if you have suggestions or comments or want to chat.) This is a story about a 16-year-old boy and his 18-year-old male cousin.. and possibly others? They get into some serious sexual shenanigans. If this kind of story doesn't suit you, then I suggest browsing another website. If this story is illegal to read where you are, then do so cautiously. If you are not old enough to be reading this material, just wait a couple years. Life moves fast. This story is released under creative commons. Please consider donating to the Nifty Archives so they can continue hosting stories like this. I hope this story gets you as hard as it had me writing it. ------------------------------------ Part 4 - It was early afternoon when I woke up. My eyes blurred open and I felt like a massive weight was pressing against me. I looked forward and sighed. It was just my body, still worn out from the morning's exercise. I lay back and stared at the walls. It was weird to be laying in bed so late in the day. I didn't usually take naps and I watched in fascination as the sun danced through the blinds of my bedroom window through the shadows on my wall. I pricked up my ears to listen for movement from the rest of the house. I couldn't hear Chris.The house seemed empty. With great effort, I shoved my torso up. I looked down. I was utterly and completely naked. It made sense. Last time I was conscious I was wet and soaking with soap and water and the musk of my cousin. Even though I was clean I could still detect his scent on me. My body stretched out and felt the arid breeze against my bare body. I had never slept naked before Chris's arrival. Now I'd done it three times in the span of 48 hours. And I was getting used to it. I turned and stood up, and looked down at my body. It was sore. But sore in a way that felt... not good, but not bad either. Chris had told me earlier that the soreness was a sign, that my body was improving, that I'd come to crave this kind of soreness. I also felt a little tingle at my ass crack, from when Chris had... touched me in the shower... (had that actually happened??) God knowsI was already aching for that kind of touch again. I almost stepped out of my room naked, but ingrained habits die hard and I turned back and opened up my dresser drawer. I picked up a pair of my old faded boxers and paused. My eye swept over Chris's colorful array of underwear on the other side of the drawer. I'd been wearing his underwear for almost two days now, but he wasn't here to give me that permission. I lingered over one of his skimpier items, a neon red number with a prominent pouch in the front, but I skipped over it, selected one of my regular pairs and stepped into a pair of my gray plaid cotton.. I did not, however put on a shirt. My whole body ached and the idea of raising my arms didn't feel great. At the same time, I was enjoying the whole shirtless experience. It was summer, it was warm. Why shouldn't I be shirtless? I glanced down at my pale narrow frame. I may not be built like a brickhouse like Chris was, but I could be, given time, and even now... yeah, I wasn't bad looking. I was... sort of cute. Chris had mentioned that burly guy who'd watched me in that jockstrap during our run this morning was into me. I couldn't really believe it, but looking back at that moment and the way he was staring at me made me blush in retrospect. Then my phone went off. I went over to the side table and glanced at it. It was mom. I picked it up. "Hey, Honey. I'm just checking in. How's everything?" Her voice crackled from the other side. "Mom, it's been six hours!" I complained. "Well, forgive me for just checking to see if you boys haven't managed to burn the place down yet." "Is that a challenge?" I asked. "Ha. Ha. Very funny, sweetie." She said. I could picture her unimpressed look from New Mexico. "Have you had lunch?" I glanced at the clock. 2:10. It hit me like a semi-truck. I was absolutely starving. "No..." I muttered. "Well where's Chris?" She asked. "I-I don't know," I stammered, "He went out somewhere. He'll be back..." "Greg," she said, "Did your cousin already leave you by yourself?" "Mom, it's not like that," I protested. "Listen, Greg," she said her voice flat like a ruler, "If your cousin doesn't include you in his little adventures..." "Mom, we spent the whole morning together..." Though I wasn't exactly going to expand on how we'd spent it... "Are you covering for your cousin?" She asked. "I'm not. We went out together. Jogging." I said. She paused. "Jogging?" She finally said. "You? Jogging? You're gonna have to come up with better fibs than that, kiddo." "Mom, I'm serious. Chris has been showing me his routine. I didn't... I didn't make it very far. But we're going to try again tomorrow." Another pause and then, "That's good, I just... I don't want you to feel left out, honey." She said. "Mom, I am definitely not feeling left out." No truer words had I spoken in my life. "Good," she responded. "But also, don't let him get away with things. You know, if he asks you lie to me, you know saying you were out jogging..." "I WAS out jogging! I'm not lying to you!" "Sure, sure, whatever you say," she said. The condescension dripped through the smart phone. "I just, I know you look up to him." "Mom..." Her gift at embarrassing me was endless. "If he, you know, gets up to any hanky panky..." She had no idea the amount of Hanky Panky Chris was capable of. "Mom...!" "Listen, it's my duty as a mom to worry about you. If he brings home any friends or dates back to our place, you have my number on speed dial, Mister." "I've got a smartphone mom. Everyone's number is on speed dial." "Don't get smart with me, Gregory. I mean it. If he brings back any girls and starts getting fresh, you call me." "I promise you," I said, "He won't be bringing over any girls." It was nice to be honest with her if only just this once. "Okay... " she said, "I trust you. You're a good kid. You have my number. You can call it at any time." "I know," I replied, "You can call me too." "Don't think I won't!" She threatened and then sighed, "I love you kiddo." "I love you too, mom." I was just about to hang up when I stopped. "Hey, mom." "Yeah, honey?" I could tell she was distracted. She was probably at a road stop somewhere. "I..." I didn't know why I did it. I honestly don't. The urge just suddenly welled up and before I knew it I was saying the words: "I think I'm gay..." There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then sounds of my mom talking to someone like a cashier. "Yes, Debit. Thank you. I'm sorry, what was that hon?" "I'm gay mom." The words just came out of me once more, stronger and more assured than before. I was both nervous and scared and could feel beads of water rim my eyes, but at the same time, I also felt... secure. Even though I'd just admitted it openly to myself (and my Cousin in about as dramatic a way as you could imagine), I wasn't ashamed about it. I was gay. I had always been gay. I loved my mom and she loved me and she had a right to know. "I'm gay." "I'm sorry, honey. What? You're...?" "Gay. I like men, you know. In that way. I'm gay, mom." "Oh..." It was slight exhalation of breath on the other line. I sighed. "I just wanted you to know." There was a long pause on the other end and I could hear the sound of muffled plastic the ding of a shop door followed by another longer pause. Finally: "Honey," she said, "I am so proud of you. Are you... are you sure you're...?" "I'm sure, mom." Another pause, followed by some strange mouth sounds and what sounded a bit like... whimpering? I couldn't tell. At last: "I... I think that's great, Greg. I do, I really do." I couldn't quite tell if she was saying that to me or if she was saying that to herself. Then suddenly her tone shifted, and it shifted hard. "Greg, you listen to me. I love you so so much, you know that?" "Yeah, mom," I said, "Of course," "I love you to the moon and back." This was a line we'd said to each other since I was a little kid. Before my dad left. "To the moon and back," I responded. I didn't even know it was happening but my I could feel tears well up in the corner of my eye. "You have always been special to me and nothing, nothing on God's green earth is going to change that you hear me?" "I hear you." The tears were now literally coming out. I was fucking crying like a child. "I loved you then, I love you now. I think it's great that you're gay. I think that's brave and wonderful," she said, she was reverting back into her classic mom mode, "I can't wait to tell all my friends." "MOM!" I started, "Could you not, just...yet. Just you know, wait a while." "Of course," she said though I could hear a hint of disappointment, "I understand it's a process. You just let me know." "Mom, please. Promise me: No Facebook posts." "You know me too well.," she said. I could picture her just drafting the post right then and there in the parking lot of whatever truck stop she'd popped off to. "I promise. I'll wait until you're good and ready." "Thanks, Mom. I love you." "I love you too, kiddo. To the moon and back," she said. "To the moon and back," I replied. Then some weird growl-like sound and a groan. "Ooooh! I'm just so mad I'm not there so I could scoop you up in a big bear hug. You just had to tell me when I'm out of town!" I laughed. "It's okay Mom. I'll have Chris do it for you." "Does Chris know?" she asked. I paused. Yes. Of course, Chris knew. Chris was who had made finally admit it to myself. Chris seemed to know me better than I knew myself. But I didn't want her getting ideas. "Not yet," I said. "I'll tell him later." "He seems like a good kid, if not mischievous," she said. "I think he'd be a good ally." She had no idea. "Okay mom, I'll let you get back on the road." "Oh, honey," she said, "You have no idea. I was behind these two truckers for nearly half an hour. Wouldn't let anyone pass. Fucking assholes." "Mom!" I said. I could handle swearing but it sounded awful coming from my mom. "Sweetie," she said, "If I can't swear in front of my gay son, who can I swear to? I love you kiddo!" "I love you too, Mom!" And she hung up. I sat back on the bed. I felt emotionally wrung out. I'd done it. I'd come out to my mom, and it was both simultaneously heart-wrenching and nonchalant. It was like something both monumental and utterly banal had happened simultaneously and they were both the same thing. I sat in silence just processing the moment. A few seconds passed and I heard the front door open. I remained sitting on the bed. Chris bounded into my bedroom wearing a black and white floral print,a pair of shorts that seemed glued to his calves, and that beautiful smile on his face with teeth so white it hurt to look. "Come on handsome," he said, "We've got shopping to do..." His voice trailed off as he scanned my face, his smile turned to confusion. "You okay? Something happen?" He asked. "I..."I began, feeling the tears well up in me again, I didn't know why. "I just..." "Hey, hey," he said, his arm slowly rubbed my back. I could feel his warmth beside me and I just leaned left and let my head fall into his chest. "I just told my mom." I felt his chest tighten, "What did you tell her?" He asked. He sounded like he'd swallowed a doggie toy. "Not about us," I smiled, and hit it lightly in the thigh, "But I told her who I was. That I'm gay." Chris's eyebrows raised. He looked me over in what seemed almost like reassessment. "That's a big fucking deal, Greg." I nodded. "Yeah," I said, "I know." He placed his hand on the nape of my neck, my eyes searched into the black pools of his. Fuck he was beautiful. "How did she take it?" I smiled, feeling my cheeks blush. "I think she was surprised at first but... you were right. She was super supportive. She kept saying... how much she loves me." I couldn't help it, recounting the events made my eyes well up again. I started crying, I pressed my face against his chest. His arms held me close in an embrace. I just stayed like that for a while, crying into his stomach as his hand slowly moved up and down my back. And eventually stopped and looked up at him. He had the look of someone who both understood what I was feeling and was proud of me for feeling it. I laughed. "She was actually mad that I told her over the phone. She said she wished she was here in person so she could give me a big bear hug." Chris laughed. I looked back up at him and his earlier expression had been replaced with a look of charge that by now I recognized. "I told her," I said, "That you'd just have to do it for her." Chris laughed and paused slightly and then let out a roar as he enveloped me with his body and started squeezing. My lungs breathed in his intoxicating scent, a personal musk and cologne that drove the blood to my cock. I tried to wriggle but the more I did the more he squeezed back. My legs started to kick and his feet entwined them with mine and held them still. I could feel a telltale hardness now pressed against my belly. Jesus fuck. He was just like me. Horny. At. All. Times. Slowly I shifted against him, rubbing my stomach against his hardened member. I looked up at him and he had that look that told me he knew exactly what I was thinking. I continued rubbing my body back and forth for the little I was able to in his titan grip. "Can't believe you're thirsty for more after this morning," he said, his breath hot against my face. "I've been living in a desert my whole life. I'm parched," I said, leaning into the metaphor. "Last time I let you cum you slept for four hours." He said. "Who said anything about ME coming?" I asked, smiling, relishing the feeling of the thick bulge in his shorts slowly going back and forth against my stomach. "We've got to pace ourselves, hero," he said, still not moving an inch as I continued shifting back and forth against him. "But I like that you're so fucking eager." I smirked and started quickening my pace. I could already feel the wetness seeping through his briefs through his shorts and onto my naked belly. "I am extremely fucking eager," I told him. He waited there, enjoying me rubbing up and down against his member, and then in one quick movement, he unwrapped himself around me and stood up. I hadn't realized it but my cock was throbbing. I was exceedingly disappointed. "Come on, cousin," he said, almost winking at me, "We've got some errands to run." --------------------------------------------------------------------- While Mom had left us on our own, she had not left us a car. This might have been fine in a city, like Boston or Chicago, but in Fort Collins people got around by cars and only cars. Chris had earlier expressed disappointment that we hadn't any bikes in the garage. That wasn't exactly true. I'd had a small ten-speed that I used to ride around the neighborhood a ton when I was smaller. But I hadn't ridden it in years and by now it was way too small to accommodate either of us. Which left the only other form of transportation available: walking. It was a hot dry day, 82 degrees Fahrenheit and both Chris and myself set off on foot to the mall, a good two and a half-mile journey away. I wasn't exactly thrilled. I hated malls. I hated going to them with my mom because she had an overbearing penchant for shouting the most embarrassing things in the universe out while we were together. But even more than her, were the other high school kids who wandered around the mall, judging and making jabs at each other like pimply piranhas in a tank full of meat. I never knew what to look at or to wear. I usually just stared at my feet until we hit the Barnes and Noble or the Movie Palace. The idea of walking there without a car felt even lamer and I dreaded the idea. It was sincerely the last place in the universe I wanted to go especially considering the day I'd had already. But Chris was insistent and I trusted him and he'd already spent a good chunk of the day while I lay napping in a post-shower ecstasy scouting out the location. "We're getting you some new clothes," he told me. "I don't really have any money," I told him. The only job I'd ever had in my life was selling parking lot tickets for Coors Stadium from a parking garage my neighbor owned and I'd used that money to buy the modeling software for my computer. "I've got some extra," he said, "I told you I'd get you a reward." I was still shirtless, still pent up from my time in the bear hug. I didn't see why we needed to shop. I didn't see the need to leave the house. We had six fucking days together and he could spend every hour of every day and night fucking my brains out as far as I was concerned. Why waste time doing anything else? "But I hate the mall!" I protested. "Cousin, Greg, buddy. I love you. You are hot as shit, even if you don't believe that about yourself, but, no offense, you dress like a sad straight man." I frowned. "I do not!" "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to be redundant. You dress like a straight guy. It's not sexy. It's not cute. You could look so much hotter if you wanted." I sighed. "That's easy for you to say," I told him. "You're just, like, naturally hot." Chris snorted and then lightly put his hand to my face. I met his stare. "I'm not," he said, "This body? It takes work. But Greg?" And when he said my name I felt my face blaze with purpose, this was something he was really trying to get through to me, "Whatever body you have, it's not the body that counts, it's you owning it that counts. It's you being proud, being out there, being sexy. You are already fucking hot, Greg. Do you understand that?" I nodded, as his hand cupped my chin, lying in mime. He smiled. "You don't, but you will," he laughed and told me to get dressed. I know I still had my "Red Card" moment to pull but going to the mall seemed like such a stupid thing to pull the card on. I resigned my head down, my red hair dropping across my face. "Fine," I said. "Let's go." Which is how we found ourselves baking in the Colorado summer heat walking from one enormous stretch of road to another enormous stretch of road. Halfway through I wanted to ditch my clothes already. Chris himself was already beading with sweat and I was cursing the bulky t-shirt and heavy cargo shorts I wore. Plus Chris insisted we wear backpacks, so my back was now slick with sweat. Even though we were only walking, I was still spent from the morning exercise. We got to a crosswalk and I boiled over waiting for the turn signal. I put my hands on my knees and started heaving. "You okay, cousin?" asked Chris. He'd already made the trip before, but he was also shaped like a greek Adonis so... fuck him. "Yeah... I'm fine." I panted. "We got another mile to do. You gonna make it?" I looked at him. If my eyes could throw daggers he'd have been murdered right then and there. "Couldn't we just..." I panted, "get an Uber or something?" "Buddy," he said putting his hand on my shoulder, "We could do that but then that's less money we have to spend on your present." "I don't want a fucking present when it costs this much!" I yowled. Chris paused and then stepped back. "I cannot wait to see it happen." I peered upwards and glared at him. "What?" I asked. "I can't wait to see your face when you find out how wrong you are about yourself," he muttered. At that moment the crosswalk bell began to chirp and the lights turned. With an aggravated moan I followed Chris as he walked to the other side of the street. By the time we got to the mall, I was fuming. Yes, Chris was hot. Yes, I was essentially in love with him. Yes, I was excited to engage in all matters of escapades with him. But I was not fucking prepared to walk for an hour straight to the one place in Fort Collins that I detested. By the time we'd walked through the air-conditioned doors (thank god!) I'd stopped giving a fuck. I was resolutely pouty. "You seem hangry," he said. "I am angry!" I told him. "It was a pain in the ass to come here and I never wanted to come from the get-go." "I said `hangry'. With an `H'" You know what that means?" I looked at him. The expression I was trying to muster said the words: "Why do you think I give a rat's ass?" I could tell he got the message. But he just leaned down and put his hand on my shoulder. "It means you're angry because you're hungry. Come on, there's a food court around here with a million options. Let's get you fuelled up." He let me choose, which in retrospect I hoped he didn't regret. I love Sushi and there was a sushi bar called "Genki Ya" that I insisted we try. My mom, though a less adventurous eater herself, had always encouraged me to try different cuisines, and I'd grown to love Asian food which she occasionally tolerated on my behalf. Usually, though, any time I'd gone to the mall together we'd always have pizza. Chris and I sat across from each other as I stuffed sushi roll after sushi roll into my mouth and watched my hot cousin struggle with his chopsticks. As each wave of fish and rice hit slid down my throat I could feel my aggravation lessen, which was helped by how badly Chris struggled with his sticks. Eventually, he just started picking up the sushi and eating it whole. "Don't laugh at me," he said. I couldn't help it. He literally sat there licking soy sauce and little specks of rice off his fingers. He looked both so adorable and ridiculous. "You can't see yourself," I told him, "You look insane." "This crap is hard!" he complained, gesturing at the sticks, "I don't know how to use these things! They could have at least given us a fork." "You don't eat sushi with a fork," I scolded. "It just takes practice." "Show me then," he said. "I can't make them work." I reached over and placed my hand over his, significantly larger hands. I tried to model. He had the grace of a chimp. I picked up one of the pieces. "Like this," I said. He opened up his mouth and at the same time, he slid his right leg against mine. "Give it to me." I was a little startled. We were in public. This wasn't the dining room where nobody was watching. Anyone could spot what he was doing. Still, he kept rubbing back and forth against my leg and of course, my dick sprang to attention. He kept looking at me, mouth open. "Give it to me, Greg," he said repeated. I was hard. I could feel the heat of the world coming upon us. What about those other teenagers? What about the rest of the world? Feeding him like this... it would look like we were a couple, right? On a date? How could he be so conspicuous? He started rubbing me with his other leg. Fuck, he was so fucking cute. "Come on, Greg," he said mouth still open. I still had the bit of sushi trapped in my chopsticks. I gulped. "I just..." I stammered, "I don't..." "You're worried what people will think?" he asked. There was a knowing sparkle in his eye. "Chris, I literally just came out to my mom this morning. There are literally three people in the universe who know. You, me, and her." "And you're scared what these random people will think?" "Obviously!" I whisper shouted. "You don't know what kind of assholes roam around these halls." "Who cares what asshole's think," he said, "If there assholes, treat `em like assholes. Fuck `em." I sighed. It was so easy for Chris. He didn't live here. He didn't have the spent the next year of his life in a high school with the same assholes who were born, went to school, and would die in the same town and had the memory of fucking elephants. "You're overthinking this," he said, his voice evenly keeled, "If feeding me a piece of sushi is going to stop you in your tracks, you're never going to very far, Greg." "I know," I acknowledged, "But I just.... It's so public..." "They don't know who I am. For all they know you're just some kid eating with his boyfriend." "B-boyfriend?" I swallowed hard. I'd barely thought about the implications. What would it be like to have a boyfriend? Let alone a boyfriend in public. My face turned white. "Does that bother you?" He asked, "Does the thought of people thinking we're together bother you?" He asked this as he kept sliding his legs up and against mine. I felt simultaneously turned on and exceptionally uncomfortable. "I just---I don't know how to feel," I stumbled. "Maybe this will help you make up your mind," and in one swift motion, he leaned over and kissed me. It wasn't one of those long in-depth tongue plunging kisses I'd enjoyed with him the night before, but it was still very visibly and very publicly a kiss... with a boy... with my cousin actually, and my cock reacted like a cat to a firework. We stayed like that for a while, me enjoying the sweet taste of his lips and the smell of his cologne, and then parted. I slammed back into my chair open-eyed. I looked at Chris. He just smiled that cocksure smile of his. In the blink of an instant, I no longer cared if anyone was watching us, or if I'd just been outed to whatever brat-pack of teenagers loomed in the food court. I could hear in the faint distance a snicker but I didn't know if they were laughing about us or something unrelated and frankly I didn't give a flying fuck. In just a swift of a motion, I kissed Chris back, this time rubbing my own legs against his. It was a swift kiss. Not a peck, but it wasn't prolonged. But still, it mattered. It was a kiss I made and as I broke it off and I could tell from his expression that he was just as surprised that I gave him one as I had been that I had given it. I sat back, feeling for the first time relaxed since the end of my earlier shower. I picked my chopsticks back up and held out a piece of Sushi. "Open up," I said. Chris paused for the briefest of moments, his eyes squinting at me barely as if he was making a new assessment. Then he leaned forward and ate the sushi roll in one bite. -------------------------------- Lunch proceeded that way, with me feeding both him and myself in a way that was way more romantic than I was expecting and was probably too cute by half. While I was definitely turned on by the enacting of it, if I had been at another table I would have probably gagged. Not because we were gay, obviously, but because it was interminably cute. This was some Lady and the Tramp kind of bullshit. Still, I felt... I don't know, some kind of aliveness as we finished lunch and started walking around the Mall. The Mall was a place I had hated in the past because I didn't like anyone looking at me or judging me and for the first time since I could ever remember I didn't care what anyone else thought of me. Moreover, as Chris and I walked through the pavilion he casually locked his fingers through mine and I loved it. I didn't care who fucking stared. My heart felt like busting out of its chest and I didn't care who noticed. Eventually, we stopped at the front of a large department store, Dillards. I'd never been in before. I think pretty much most of the clothes I'd ever worn were from either Walmart or Target. "Come on," Chris said, still clutching my hand, "Let's see what they have." I know I'd been to a department store before but most of my memories had been meekly following my mom to the women's undergarment section and feeling acutely embarrassed at both being the only guy in the department but also accompanying my mom who was decidedly un-shy about asking the clerks for their advice about her bra size. I was extremely glad that if nothing else, Chris wouldn't take me to the women's lingerie department. We walked inside the mall doors. I dropped his hand swiftly. Staring at the racks of clothes I suddenly felt self-conscious again. I'd never really spent any time thinking about my clothes, and usually, my entire wardrobe was purchased in one mercifully brief trip to Target at the start of the school year. I'd actually taken a sort of pride in not caring what I looked like. Sure I might not have looked stylish but at least I wasn't vain. At least that's what I kept telling myself. Now, as I wandered slowly and unsurely through the aisles as I came to the realization that the real reason I was determined not to "care" about how I looked and what I wore, was that I was afraid of actually making the effort and then getting rejected in turn. Easier not to try at all. My brain was lost in thought as I came to this epiphany so it was with surprise that my eyes slowly rose from the floor and I spotted the image of a gorgeous man wearing skin-tight trunks. The man in question was in a photograph on a small package in the third row. Right next to him was another package featuring a similar hunk wearing a pair of briefs. I felt my skin flush. We were in the underwear aisle, a place I had always made the fiercest attempts to avoid, or if not avoid only just to glance at briefly when I picked out socks with my mom in Target. I shot my gaze over to Chris. He was looking at me with a secretive smile. "Favorite part of the store for any gay teen," he said. "Hard to stay soft here, right?" I felt self-conscious again and turned around to troy to stare in the other direction only to find myself bookended with packages of men and their packages. I felt myself rise through my boxers. "I mean..." I dithered, "Yeah, it's cool and stuff, I guess..." Chris stepped behind me and casually wrapped his arms around my chest. "Which do you want to try on?" he whispered in my ear. With his right hand, he began to casually circle my now instantly hard right nipple. "Uhm...", I stammered. Chris held me, not aggressively but firmly, from behind, his face near my shoulder. My knee-jerk reaction was to glance around nervously at who might be watching us but the positioning made that difficult, so I tried to concentrate and look at the packaging in front of us. I lifted up my hand and traced a finger along the side of the shelves. Up until yesterday, I'd never worn underwear besides my overly large boxers since I'd been wearing religiously since early middle school. I traced past brands I'd heard of: Tommy Hilfiger, Nautica... I stopped at a plastic package showing a headless torso and a pair of very well-filled out black briefs on the front. 2xist. Just the thought of wearing underwear like that in gym class seemed both impossible and impossibly hot. Chris pinched my nipple and I let out a gasp. "You like that?" he whispered. I didn't know if he was talking about the groping or the underwear. Either way, the answer was the same. "Uh huh..." I sighed back in the affirmative. "I like your taste," he said. His voice was warm and low against my ear. I could feel the sound reverberating through his chest against my back. "You wanna pick out another pack?" He then squeezed my nipple even harder. I felt his other hand slide down my stomach dangerously approaching the front of my shorts. "Yeah," I breathed. I turned my head. His face was right there. Lips inches from mine. For a flash, I stepped out of myself and saw us from the outside. I could not believe we were acting like this out in the open, in a fucking department store. I felt his hand move down grazing the now obvious tent in my shorts and make its way into my left pocket. He started twisting and turning my nipple with his right hand and while I was embarrassed, I arched my back against him instinctually. I could feel his cock stretch through his shorts and throb against my lower back. Oh fuck, I thought. I looked up. I felt lightheaded. Over the top of the underwear shelves, another customer stood. A man in his fifties. Plump. Looking through socks, I was guessing. Completely oblivious to the two of us mere feet away. Oh shit, I thought. We have to stop this. Chris began rubbing the head of my cock through the fabric pocket. I let out a low soft moan. There was no way in the world we didn't look indecent as fuck. I started very slowly grinding my ass against him. He held me closer. I could now distinctly feel his firmly erect cock, thin layers of fabric keeping it from drooling all over my lower back. I was truly trapped now. I could barely move, so strong was his embrace. He kept slowly encircling the head of my penis with this thumb. I could feel the slight shift of his hips as he very slowly humped me from behind. Cheeks flushed, I looked back across the shelves. The older customer was still browsing, with no clue. "You'd like this, wouldn't you?" Chris whispered in my ear. It was low. Even with his mouth right against my ear, I could barely hear him. "You'd like me to take you right here and now in the underwear aisle." I could barely focus on the ramifications of what he was asking me. With the way he kept tracing his thumb across my head I'd have said yes to most anything he asked. "Yeah," I said. "I would, yes." I tried to keep my voice low as his. I glanced weekly at the other customer. He was now looking at the back of a pair of undershirts. Jesus, what were we doing? "That'd be one way to take your cherry. Right here in public. Make you beg for it..." I was still panting, but the ramifications he was saying were starting to defog my mind. Wait, was I really ready for...? But I couldn't help myself. I felt his hard shaft against me. "Yes," I said. "I'd beg, please Chris..." "That's what I like to hear," he whispered back. And then his hand left my cock, and then left my pocket, and his other hand uncoupled from the embrace, though at that point my left nipple was still so sensitive that I could feel the slight shift of my shirt against the hardened nub. I felt like the wind had been taken out of my chest. As much as I loved this, Chris was the king of blue balls. I turned around and looked up at him plaintively. "Don't get too excited," he said, tracing his hand with my chin. "We might still have some fun, but first you've got some undies to try." We stayed for a little while longer in the undie aisle. I decided to go with a pair of grey Calvin Klein. I actually wanted white, but grey was the only color they had in the small size. "We might even need extra small for you," Chris said running his hands over the package. "I'm not that small," I said, a bit insulted. Chris laughed and reached over. "I know you're not small, THERE," he said briefly groping the front of my shorts. My cock, which had never really gone back down, now protruded even harder. "But this is all about waist size. You want things to fit just right." I rolled my eyes at him, despite myself. "I think it's you who want things to fit just right." Chris smiled. "That's true. But so will you. By the time this month is out." My breath caught. A month. Six more weeks actually. My cock was going to fall off if I spent the next six weeks perpetually erect, which, knowing Chris, I absolutely would. He smiled at me, that beautiful cocksure smile. I smiled back. I guess it'd be worth it though, I thought. Chris took the two packages from me and started walking over to the dressing rooms. On the way, we ran across a store clerk in his mid-20s. He was compact, with a taught frame, only a little shorter than me but clear caramel skin and a head of swept-back jet black hair, cut short on both sides. He had an ovular Asian face and he wore a vest and shirt pants ensemble that seemed tailored to his gymnast-like body. Give the loose fabric measuring tape draped casually around the back of his neck, it probably had been. The clerk, busy adjusting a display mannequin, turned to us, hiding what would be in serious contention for best bubble butt of the rocky mountains. They were literally the size and shape of small globes and you could even see the divot through the well-tailored tight cut of his suit pants. I never allowed myself to check out guys before, but Chris was opening me up in kinds of new ways, and I'm glad he was. His eyes glazed over at us and he smiled automatically in a perfunctory way, "Hi there. Finding everything you need? Anything I can help you with?" He had a lingering reedy voice. Not high reedy, more like a low oboe. He seemed way too put together, way too attractive, way too... stylish for me to have ever tried talking to him before Chris. I glanced at his name tag. It read "Kai". Chris smiled and held up the underwear, the 2xist black bulge picture now very out in the open for anyone to see. "My friend here needs to try on some underwear." I panicked and looked down at the ground in embarrassment. Kai froze for a moment, his professional veneer halted in confusion. He glanced at the package and then his eyes moved back and forth slowly between the two of us. I felt his eyes shift down over both our bodies. I personally felt like crawling out of mine and walking home a skeleton. He smiled, a little tightly. "I'm sorry, we don't allow customers to try on prepacked underwear. For obvious... hygienic reasons." "Oh, he's very showered. I saw to that earlier today." Chris said nonchalantly and then gave me a light tap on the chest. I could feel my entire body flush at this. My jaw went tight and I gritted my teeth as I glared him daggers. Again, the store manager paused. He again looked back and forth at us, seemingly assessing these two teenaged weirdos who'd interrupted his duty. Finally, he continued, "I'm sorry, but it's store policy." He once again turned back to the display. But Chris wasn't going to let it go, "But how is he supposed to know how they fit?" he asked, "He needs to try them on!" Kai turned back, a bit more exasperation on his face. He seemed no longer amused or willing to turn on the customer service charm. "There are sizes on the packages," he said. "Yeah, but Greg here doesn't know his size," protested Chris, "He's been wearing oversized clothes for years." "Then I suggest getting measurements," he said and then went back to the mannequin. I took a step back. The guy seemed one step away from calling security if we bothered him anymore. "Could you help us then?" Chris asked, putting his hand on my shoulder, making sure I didn't sprint out of the store. "Would you measure my cousin?" Kai stopped. You could tell that his breath caught a bit in his throat. He looked over us again, this time annoyance slowly being replaced with cautious intrigue. "Your cousin?" Whatever kind of annoyance had been in Kai began subsiding and Chris seemed to smelled it like a bloodhound. He took a step so he was back to me, his hands on both my shoulders now. I felt presented. "Yeah. He's never been measured before. Could you do that for us? You do measurements, right?" Chris asked. Something had changed in Kai's expression. It was very subtle but the air felt charged. "Is he buying a suit?" Kai asked, again directed at Chris who was behind me now. I was nervous and confused. I wasn't sure why I needed to get measured and I felt like there was a secret communication going on between them both. "He might be," Chris smiled, lying through his teeth. "Then he'll need a thorough fitting, won't he?" Kai asked. Again, neither man looked at me at all. Chris smiled even wider. "As thorough as you can get," he said. I looked back and forth between the two of them. What I thought might be happening could not possibly be happening. There was a pause where for the first time the store clerk looked away from Chris. His gaze turned towards me, but not to my face. He very deliberately let his eyes roam up and down my ill-clad body. He turned back. "And what about you? You need a fitting too, sir? Chris just stared him straight in the eyes. "Maybe," he said, "Depends on how the first fitting goes." Kai shifted his posture. He was suddenly in mode I hadn't quite seen before. He leaned up and around to gaze out across the expanse of this corner of the men's section. The area was empty of customers and other employees. Not surprising for a mid-afternoon on a weekday. He then turned back to a curtained room behind him and then back again to us with the same professionalism he'd shown when we first met. "Please, come right this way." -------------------------------------------- We followed him past a long mahogany curtain and into the changing room area. It was carpeted beige and some folding mirrors surrounded a little platform. There was also a row of booths with curtained entrances. There was a closed-door to the side with an actual handle and hinge marked with a blue "handicapped" sticker on the front. He opened it up and beckoned us to go in. Despite it being a larger changing room, it was still a bit tight, especially for three people. Chris sat down on the bench spreading his arms out and both his legs. Kai followed me in and closed the door behind him. Between the bench and the wall, there wasn't a huge amount of room to back away. I stood in front of him awkwardly. "Should I..." I began, "Do we start with... I don't really know how this is done..." I sputtered lamely. "Put out your arms," Kai said curtly. He demonstrated and I tried to follow suit, if not awkwardly. The space was so tight I had to turn slightly at an angle to the walls. I felt my left leg brush up against Chris on the bench behind me. He pressed one end of the tape against my wrist and then with the tape between his first and index fingers, he began to run the tape down my naked arm and across my t-shirt clad chest. His entire attention was fixed on the tape in his hand. He stopped close to halfway. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. What was happening? Why did I feel so weird about this? He moved the tape down again. I felt his thumb catch against my nipple, the same one that was sore from Chris's teasing a few moments ago. I took in a quick breath. I paused. I caught a glint of a smirk. He moved his hand again. Against my leg, I could feel Craig shift, as he slowly wrapped his left foot against my planted ankle. I felt myself weaken. "Keep your arms up," Kai commanded. I took a deep breath and stretched them out again. I felt his fingers continue across my chest, past my other nipple, pausing slightly and then traveling up the length of my other arm. He reached my wrist. "Arm span," he said clinically, "Five feet, nine inches." Before I could say anything but swallow, he stepped closer and started wrapping the tape around my neck. I felt the tape tighten as Chris continued to lock my leg into place. I looked at Kai who finally shifted his eyes to mine. They were beautifully black. He held one end of the tape in one hand, outstretched and the other to the end, tied around my neck. I felt like a leashed dog. I don't know why but I felt myself get even more lightheaded and harder. "Collar size fourteen-and-a-half," he said. He didn't let go of the tape. I could feel it pulse against my adam's apple, against the pulse of my heartbeat. I didn't know why but there was something strangely erotic about this stranger holding me by the neck. Chris put his foot back on top of mine. "You're pretty skinny, cuz," said Chris. "We'll fill you out though." His leg very slowly was rubbing against my own. By this point, I'd had lost control of my cock but at least it was sort of hidden in my baggy shorts. "He'll grow," Kai said firmly, looking at me with a directness that made me uncomfortable. I shifted my focus to the ground only to be immediately embarrassed how much I was tenting out my shorts. So much for my baggy shorts hiding my condition and with a tailor standing mere inches away. "Time to take your chest." He had me inhale as he wrapped the tape around my body. Once again, I felt this stranger's fingers graze and stop at my nipples, which I couldn't help it, were hard as fucking diamonds. He was standing very close to me now. I kept worrying with each move my shorts-covered cock would come into contact with his body. Then he said, "Now your waist," and he lowered himself down. Chris's foot was still wrapped around my right ankle. Kai seemed to take no notice. "Lift up your shirt, please," he said. I didn't know how to respond, but with my two free hands, I raised my three sizes too big T-shirt up beyond my mid-drift. The store clerk was kneeling before me now. My arms now lifted my shirt above my stomach. A slight, but fine crimson line of hair led from my belly button down below. My shorts sagged below the waistline of my embarrassing gray boxers. He blatantly placed his open hands over the rim of my shorts. Jesus Christ, I was still hard as a boulder. "These shorts are too thick," he said, "to get an accurate measurement." Oh my God, I thought. I couldn't, I couldn't let him see. I felt Chris's foot tug against my ankle. "I told him," Chris said casually behind me, "He needed better fitting shorts. That's why we're here. Drop trau, Greg." There was a tinge to his last sentence. That edge of command. I'd learned to recognize it. I felt embarrassed. And hot. And confused. And I frankly had no idea what the fuck was going on. Was this a legitimate fitting or was I going insane? Kai looked up at me with a frank and uncompromising inquiry in his deep black eyes. I felt like I was some socially clueless idiot to be two steps behind whatever these two sexy assholes were talking about. But I didn't really have a choice. Not unless I wanted to pull my red card and I was too fucking turned on to do something like that. I reached across my waist and began to unbutton my cargo shorts. Before I knew it, Kai's hand was on mine. It felt soft and warm. "No," he said, below me, "Allow me," and I withdrew my hand, as Kai began to slowly and methodically unbutton my shorts. With each button snap by cock reasserted its attention. I could sort of conceal it within the heavy fabric of the cargo shorts, but now with his forearm frequently rubbing up against my spot, it was impossible to conceal my eagerness. I felt equal shame and anticipation. With a slow but firm motion, Kai pulled my shorts down. My cock, sprung free, still clad in my loose boxer fabric. It bobbed down and then back up again as my brown trousers hit my calves. My cock was now very obvious. Very evident. You could see half of it through the slit of my boxers and it dangled inches away from the store manager's face. He looked up at me with an inscrutable expression. "I'm sorry..." I muttered, "It sometimes gets like that." Kai looked up at me. His face was still serious. He leaned forward as he wrapped the tape around my waist. My penis, barely hidden in a millimeter of fabric stayed closer as he moved his head towards me. I could feel the warm breath from his nostrils against the tip, which only made me harder. He wrapped the tape around my hips and with a slight tug pulled me closer. I almost tripped and fell on him, what with Chris's leg already trapping me in place. I felt my cock accidentally jab his chin, the fabric of boxers spreading away, making the hole in the slit even larger, my teenage shaft almost fully visible. He grabbed the underside of my balls through my underwear, his thumb grazing hairy sensitive skin part. I let out an involuntary groan. He looked up at me, mystery on his face. "Please remain still," he said. My barely clad cock was mere inches from his face. He looked up as if this was the most normal procedure in the world. He looked back at the tape. "Twenty-eight inches." "That's what I thought," said Chris sitting back on the bench right behind me. For the first minute I'd spent with my cousin, I'd actually completely forgotten he was in the room. "I told you. We need extra-small for you." He reached over casually and tugged at the underside of my boxers. I felt an explosion of red pubic hair spill off the front. Kai seemed to take no notice. "I'm going to take your inseam now." He might as well have offered to take a DNA sample I was that close. He kept his hand on the underside of my testicles, though as he moved, it seemed like kept sliding slightly inward. My legs parted in unintended anticipation. My cock was barely free now, just the head refrained from poking out of its slot. Slit grabbing the bottom of my boxers with one hand, Kai began to smooth the fabric of my right pelvis with the other. Oh shit, I thought. Please don't. "Sorry, I just..." I started. He made another smooth pat, and the head of cock escaped my slit and bounced out free and out as the man knelt down in front of me. I could feel his breath on my sensitive foreskin. I could feel the precum leaking halfway down my shaft. I looked down. A slimy trail of precum had already begun dripping from the head of my slit directly below. Luckily it hadn't hit the carpet but was headed for my khakis that pooled around my ankles. I tried to move back and away, but Chris's feet caught me. I was still planted in place. Kai, absently reached up and grabbed the base of my shaft, and slowly stroked me down. I whimpered in response. "Don't move," he said. I looked down painfully. He literally had me both by the shaft and balls. He squeezed slightly and I raised up slightly on my tiptoes. He squeezed harder. "What did I say?" I dropped back down, beads of sweat formulating on my temples. "Sorry," I panted. He loosed his grip on my balls, slightly but his other hand kept moving down my shaft. I felt my legs give an involuntary shiver. I looked down and Kai was staring up at me with an inscrutable look. He just kept staring, his eyes boring into me, as he slowly moved his right hand up and down the length of my painfully erect penis. I then felt a warm hand on the skin of my lower back, right below where I'd raised my baggy t-shirt. I broke eye contact with Kai and looked over my shoulder at Chris on the bench. He still sat, leaning back, one leg spread, the other entwined against my foot. With one hand he had begun to slowly massage my back and with the other, he was graphically squeezing the bulge in the front of his shorts. Kai slowly let go of my cock and I turned down to look at him, giving out a long sigh not having realized I'd been holding my breath for several seconds. He took his measuring take in one hand and then firmly lifted my pulsing balls in the other. I tensed again feeling my testicles move of their own volition in his warm soft hand. He placed one end of the measuring tape firmly at the very base of my balls, almost to the taint. The cold metal flat end of the tape pressed against my skin and then he started running it down the length of my left leg stopping to slowly massage my thigh, knee, and calf as he made his way towards my ankles. As he did his head lowered down and forward and I watched as his forehead got closer and closer to my throbbing cock. By the time he'd reached the base of my leg the tip of my head was now grazing the base of his hairline. A could feel the individual strands of thickly gelled hair against my inflamed member. Behind me, I heard the increased movement of flesh as fabric as Chris continued to squeeze himself through his shorts. "Inseam, 29," Kai said in almost a whisper. I still couldn't believe we were still going through the pretense of the fitting. The entire situation was too much. I felt light-headed, almost as if I was going to pass out. But I couldn't look away. I couldn't move. I felt rooted to the spot. Instead of moving his head back, Kai arched his neck and moved his face back up towards mine. I both watched and felt as the tip of my cock traced from his hairline, down his forehead. To the base of his nose. He was now staring up at me again. "Time for one last measurement," he said. Then his face continued pivoting upward. My cock briefly rested on the bridge of his nose before sliding left under his right eye. I'd realized I'd been leaving a gleam of precum along his face, a trail as wet as a snail's. He kept tilting and my cock kept tracing down till it caught itself at the base of his lower lip. "Oh shit," I said involuntarily. Below me knelt this fucking cute tailor with the head of my dripping penis resting lightly against the base of his open lips. He stared up at me. "You want to know how big you are?" He asked in a dark husky whisper. I could feel every hot syllable breathe hotly against my sensitive head. I let out a soft high pitched sound and nodded my head weakly. He then opened up his mouth wider and achingly slowly he swallowed my dick, inch by inch, centimeter by centimeter, straight through from tip to the base of my pubes. "Oh My Fucking God," I spurted. He kept it there, my cock now completely enveloped down his throat. His tongue lay flat and pulsing along the base of my shaft. My head grazing the back of his fleshy saliva-filled throat. His nostrils flared in and out as he expertly breathed through his nose. I wanted to pull away and then back in again. I had the sudden impulse to let go of my shirt and grab him by the back of his hair and begin plowing. My hips began to arch back unconsciously to begin a thrusting moment, but his two hands grabbed me from behind and kept me in place. My dick only got harder and he then began to move his head to the left and right in a swaying motion, my cock never leaving his mouth, my pubes still buried his nose. I let out another gasp until finally and slowly his mouth withdrew from my cock, now covered thickly in his saliva. A thick layer of drool and precum trailed from the head of my penis to his still open mouth. He stared up at me. For the first time since he'd started "measuring" me, he smiled. "Seven inches," he said, "Am I right?" I let out another whimper and nodded. He smiled even wider. Hands still grasping my buttocks, he forcibly thrust me forward and again swallowed my cock, this time quickly. He came back up again and down, this time fucking my cock with his very face, moving from tip to base with an expert momentum. "Oh shit Christ!" I exclaimed. I felt my knees buckle but he kept his hands firmly against my butt cheeks and from behind I felt Chris's hands against my thighs and back supporting me so I wouldn't fall. I turned to look as Kai kept swallowing and unswallowing my painfully swollen dick. I looked back at Chris. By this point, he'd lowered the base of his shorts and underwear so that only his cock and balls were out. He looked back with a knowing twinkle and then stood up. I felt his hairy legs press into the back of mine as he rose. I assumed he was going to start molesting me from behind but instead he shifted to my side and I soon found him standing next to my right, his sweaty, larger cock sagging a little above my own. Kai paused in his blow job and looked up at us. Though his mouth had released itself from me he had replaced it with his well-lotioned hand as he continued to rub back and forth in gyrating motions along the head, shaft, and across my nutsack. Chris's cock now throbbed at his eye level. Kai stared up at my cousin, obvious lust in his eyes. "You free to do another fitting?" Chris asked with undeniable confidence in the tone of his voice. He put his left arm around my shoulders. We were already standing side by side, skin to skin. Kai released his other hand from my ass and began running both hands along both of our shafts. He looked up at both of us, back and forth. "Are you guys really cousins?" he asked. It felt like the first time he'd dropped the profession/porn video schtick. "Yeah," said Chris, "Our moms are sisters. I'm just in town for the summer. Visiting family." Kai looked back at me as if needing confirmation. "It's true,'' I said, "Chris has been, sort of, showing me the way." "I can see that," said Kai he said, swapping up his hand motions to an underside rhythm. It felt incredible. "It's called kissing cousins," Chris continued, "Here, I'll show you." He then turned slightly, grabbed the underside of my jaw towards him, and plugged his mouth against mine." His tongue instantly flooded my mouth and I instinctively responded in turn. Our cocks were now turned inward, both still being jack off by Kai and even with my eyes closed, I felt the underside of his shaft against the top of mine. Chris's tongue began fucking my mouth, and I opened wider hungrily. My hips began bucking as Kai continued to rub up and down my shaft and felt the tip of Chris's dick against mine every time I pressed forward. I was in fucking ecstasy. After lip-locking for what felt like hours but was probably under a minute we broke. I took a moment to catch my breath and looked back down. Kai was now forcibly rubbing the tips of our penises together. "That is so freaking hot," he said, "This is so fucking sexy." At that moment I couldn't have agreed with him more. "We know," said Chris with the kind of self-assurance I didn't think I'd possess in a million years. He then lowered his right hand to the top back of Kai's head and said, "Now get back to work." Chris shoved the store manager's to his groin and Kai immediately devoured Chris's cock. I could tell he had to open wider, extend his jaw to fit it all in, but Kai clearly had plenty of practice. In the meantime he continued to stroke me, mixing up his motions again. I thought I was going delirious. Chris shifted my jaw back towards him and we kissed again. A deep slobbery kiss. Chris's chest and body moved rhythmically. I broke off and watched as Chris held Kai's head in rigid position as my cousin steadily fucked his face. Kai knelt there as the mound of sausage moved in and out of his throat. The pace was slow and steady matching the rhythm of Kai's hand up and down my own slobber-coated cock. Chris then picked up the pace, thrusting back and forth with increasing rapidity. Kai's hand on my own cock quickened and I heard myself moan loudly, "Fuuuuck!" Just as I started to see stars in my eyes, Chris drew Kai's head back by his head. Kai wore a half-dazed half hungry expression and he looked up at Chris with an almost questing look for approval. "You are amazing," said Chris. Having experienced it first hand I couldn't agree more. Kai smiled, licking some of the drool and cock snot from the side of his lips. "I know," he said stroking us both. "You ever try two at once?" asked Chris. Kai smiled, "Two cousins?" he asked. "Never." Chris tightened his grip on Kai's head and squeezed me closer. Kai released his grip on our dicks and Chris's cock pressed against my own as our hips pressed tighter in the confines of the changing room. Chris positioned Kai's head inches away from our cocks, which now flanked each other side to side. While Chris was bigger than me, there was a certain family resemblance. Kai wrapped his right hand against both our shafts and squeezed them together. I let out another moan. He then slowly began to stroke us both, up and down, our dicks sandwiched between his slick hands. Oh shit, Oh shit, I thought. He opened his mouth wide and let his tongue out flat. There was no way we'd both fit down his throat but it seemed he was determined to taste us simultaneously. As he continued to stroke both our enmeshed cocks with one hand, Kai leaned forward and began to lick and slobber over the undercarriage of dicks. It felt like fucking heaven. "Oh fuck, Chris..." I panted. My cousin squeezed my shoulder, "I told you the mall could be fun, cuz." Kai's lips extended and with one enormous effort, he fit the heads of both our cocks together in his mouth. We weren't going to get much farther than that, but the hot drool of his tongue lathered both of our heads as his hand stroked us faster and faster. "Oh shit," I said, I could feel the orgasm in me rising, "Oh shit. Oh, fuck." "Don't do it yet, Greg," Chris said. His voice was low and cold. "Hold it back. I haven't told you you could come yet." Our cocks both popped out of Kai's mouth. His lips looked red and sore but he had the same expression I had: delirium. He looked up at us, or I should say he looked up at Chris. He still stroked us slowly. I felt on the edge of a needle. "He's not supposed to cum?" Kai asked. There was both surprise and mischievousness in his tone. "Not until I say," said Chris frankly, moving Kai's head back into position to receive our cocks again. Once more Kai opened wide and I felt the head of my cock pressed against Chris's surrounded by warm wet flesh. Kai now picked up the pace on our shafts rubbing back and forth with quickened abandon. I felt my hips buck. "Oh Christ," I said, "Oh christ. Fucking Christ." I felt a swell well up in my chest. My heart beat faster and faster and the fact that both my cousin were now thrusting, bucking in time to Kai's expert movements tore my flesh asunder. "Oh God," I cried, "Oh help. God, fucking help me!" I was yelling now. I couldn't help it. I could barely see. Barely stand. I was inches away from drowning this store clerk in half my water weight in cum. And that's when the door with a clatter sprang open. "Everything okay in here...?" Asked a voice and standing in the now open doorway stood a tall young man with shoulder-length hair. He too wore a name tag, if not nearly as impeccably dressed as Kai was. He stood slack-jawed at the scene. Both Kai and I darted away. "Shit! Shit!" yelled Kai. So clumsy was I that I fell back and collapsed on the bench behind me, my shorts still clinging to my ankles. Kai, on the other hand, had scooted to the corner, desperately wiping his face. There was a distinct scent in the air. Salt and water. I'd tasted enough of my own cum to recognize the smell of sex, but there was something else. Something lingering. Only Chris stood, his raging hardon standing proud before this newcomer whose eyes couldn't possibly be wider. "Shit, Ethan" repeated Kai, "I'm just... I was just helping these customers." He muttered his back towards his coworker. "Yeah," said the tall man, surveying the scene, "I can see that." He stood still in the doorway gawking at us, stunned. I had been so close to coming that even this intrusion hadn't been enough to make my cock stop beating red. I leaned down and tried hurriedly to pull up my shorts, an act not made graceful by my flopping hard as a biscuit dong. "Can you... Can you just give us a minute?" shouted Kai, clearly frustrated still not turning to his colleague. There was a long pause as the man slowly blinked, looking back and forth at the three of us. Chris casually tucked his still hard cock back into his underwear. "Sure, sure. Whatever. I um..." The man swallowed awkwardly, "Peggy was looking for you. Something about the tie display?" "I'll get right to her," barked Kai. "Now can you get the fuck out of here?" The man put his hands up in defense, "Woah calm down dude, I was..." "GET OUT, Ethan!" The cry was sharp and painful. "Okay, I'm leaving! ... Jesus..." said the man and walked back out, closing the door behind him. Upon his leaving, the three of us stayed in those positions like a frozen tableau for what felt like an eternity. I couldn't bear to look at Kai, though I looked up at Chris who seemed entirely non-phased. "Fuck!" yelled Kai. It seemed more to himself than for our benefit. "Fuck! Shit! Fuck!" He now pounded on his head with his fists at each little outburst. "Hey, buddy..." Chris said, leaning over and touching him lightly on the shoulder. Kai's body spasmed in rejection. "Don't fucking touch me!" he yelled. I started back. What the hell did we just do? Chris and I stood motionless as we waited for Kai, who let out a big sigh and stood upright. He grabbed the two packages of underwear we'd picked out earlier and threw them at the bench. "Grab your fucking underwear and get the fuck out of here," he said. I was stunned. What had been one of the hottest experiences of my entire life had turned from an instant into an awkward landmine with a stranger. "Maybe we can talk to..." Chris began. "GET. OUT." Kai yelled. His face was twisted in fury, though I wasn't sure it was aimed at us. Chris stood there, unmoving, and then turned to me. "Come on, Greg. Let's bounce." -------------------- Despite everything that had happened in the last few minutes, there was too much blood in my cock to soften so I stumbled out of the changing rooms gracelessly, wielding the pair of underwear packages in front of me to conceal my state. My cock was raw and aching but as my mind replayed events, it finally and slowly began to subside as I thought back on our hot encounter with Kai and its disastrous ending. "Let's get out of here," I said desperately. The sooner we left this godforsaken mall the better. "We've still gotta buy you shorts. And some better fitting undies," Chris said, turning back to the underwear aisle. My eyes bulged. "What are you talking about? That guy's probably on his way with mall security right now to arrest us." "Arrest us?" Chris asked dubiously, "For what?" I was flabbergasted. "For what? What do you think? Kai's going to lose his job and I don't want my mom coming home to find us arrested. You heard what she'd do if we wound up in jail!" Chris meanwhile was busy back browsing the briefs section. He scoffed. "Nobody's coming to arrest us, Greg." "What the hell are you talking about? That guy saw everything." "He didn't see `everything'," corrected Chris. I punched him on the shoulder. "You know what I mean." I started scanning above the aisles, looking for the tall guy and any signs of mall cops, "He couldn't have caught us more red-handed." "I think you mean, red `dicked'," Chris laughed. I punched him again. "We need to leave," I said firmly. "Now." Chris reached around and grabbed me by the arm holding me fast. He stood and looked down at me in the eye like one would to a child, "No, you need to calm down, cuz." "But..." I began before trailing off in his grip. "We took a risk," he said. I couldn't help but feel I wasn't quite as culpable as he was in the whole scenario, "And it paid out in some ways and it didn't in other ways. That's how the cookie crumbles. But, seriously, bro, wasn't that whole thing hot? Hmm? Hot as fuck?" I stayed silent and thought. He was right. It had been breathtakingly hot. But... But that didn't mean... "And honestly I was really worried there for a second. Thought you'd lose your will. Thought you'd cum. I mean be serious with me, you were fucking close. Fucking close to disobeying me. This was honestly the best thing that could have happened." I gaped in anger. "This isn't just about us, Chris! Kai could get fired over this!" Chris smiled with a sanguine air, as he crouched down and began rifling through packages of underwear. "Kai's not going to get fired over anything. Trust me." I felt my mental state unravel at the seams. How could my cousin be so nonchalant about this? How could he not realize what a fuck-ton of trouble we were both now in. "How can you be so calm about this?" I practically screamed, before realizing I was only calling more attention to ourselves. Chris turned to me. There was a calm reassurance on his face. He put his hand on my neck and forced me to look him in the eye. "I asked you this before and you said, `yes'. And I don't like repeating myself so I'll ask you one last time: Do you trust me?" My heart stopped. I blinked. The question almost felt hurtful. Of course, I trusted him. I trusted him with everything that had made my life so full and rich since he'd walked off that airplane. But this... How could he be so... cavaliere? I didn't know what to say... "Do." He repeated slowly and methodically, his eyes burrowing down into my core, "You. Trust. Me?" I felt tears well up in my eyes. I wasn't sure if I was emotional because of the question or the day's events. It was probably a mix of both. I stared down at the ground and then back up at him. "I trust you, Chris," I finally said, "I do. I trust you." He smiled. It wasn't one of his charming fuck-boy smiles. It wasn't the kind of devilish I-can-get-away-with-anything smiles. It was a genuine caring loving smile. I felt my heart melt. "Then trust me when I tell you," he continued, "That nothing bad is going to come from all this. We are going to be fine. Kai is going to be fine. Hell, that tall guy is going to be just fine. Do you hear me, Greg?" I couldn't help but dart my eyes around looking for signs of cops in the periphery. But it was just the same near-empty department store as the one we'd walked into an hour before. I looked back at him. "I guess," I told him. "No," he chided, "Do you hear me? Do you understand me?" "Yes," I responded plainly and honestly, "I understand." "Good boy," he smiled, "Because believe me, if we ever do need to worry or run, I'll be the first to let you know." He flashed his teeth; teeth so beautiful but so white. They reminded me of a shark. An eminently fuckable shark, but a shark nonetheless. He turned back to the underwear rack and continued, "I just have one more question for you, cuz." "What is it?" I asked. He held out two different underwear packets. They were both the same brand of bikini briefs in a uni-colored pack. "Which do you prefer? Pink or teal?" ------------------------------------- We eventually grabbed two more underwear packs, really the very few that were in the extra-small category, the size Chris insisted would fit my newly measured waist. We then hopped to the sports-wear section where we picked out two embarrassingly small running shorts one in black and one in red. I felt embarrassed again, as we waited in line at the counter to ring up the items. Buying underwear alone, (and frankly, the shorts were so tiny they practically counted) seemed somehow indecent. But as embarrassed as I was just standing in line, that was nothing to the shame I felt when I looked up and saw the face of the cashier who would be ringing us up. Ethan, the tall sales clerk who'd caught us "red-dicked" as Chris would say was a college-aged guy in his early twenties and he looked equally surprised to see us. Instead of pretending like we'd never seen each other, Chris strode up to the counter and smiled, "It's us again." Ethan stared at us blankly for a moment unsure of the situation and then nodded his head slowly. "Ohm yeah, uhmm... hi," he said awkwardly. "Just these," said Chris flinging the three packs of underwear and two shorts on the counter. "Getting my cuz here some new undies." He gripped me by the shoulder. I stared at the counter uncomfortably. The cashier's eyes glanced down at the packages and back to us, flitting between the two of us. There was a certain slowness about the guy as if whatever he was looking at took a second or two to register with his brain. He nodded his head slowly. "Sure no prob. You want a bag?" He asked. I furrowed my brow. Was he playing us? Why was he being so cool about us? "We brought backpacks," Chris said, patting the bag fixed to his back. Ethan nodded, "Cool. Cool. No doubt." He began scanning the items. "Hey, just curious," Chris said as leaned over the counter. "I'm new to town. Just visiting family for a few weeks. You wouldn't know where I could get some... you know, party favors?" Chris traced the side of his mouth with his thumb. Ethan stared at him blankly as he continued to scan and fold my shorts. "I mean there's Spirit Halloween, but they don't usually open `til September," he said. "No I mean..." said Chris showing a slight exasperation, "Look, my cousin and me. We've got his house all to ourselves this weekend and we were hoping to maybe... party..." He said the last word with intent. "You know anyone who could help us with that?" I stared. Was Chris really suggesting what I thought he was suggesting? Even after everything my mom had said? I felt him squeeze my shoulder as if to say `Don't. Speak. A. Word.' The clerk blinked once. He then blinked again. Then a dawning realization came across him. "Ohhh..." he said out loud and then peered around the counter to see if anyone was listening in a way that would have been obvious had it been done by a mime, "Yeah, sure, I follow. I dig. What do you guys want?" Chris smiled, finally getting to the root of the conversation. "What do you have?" He asked. Ethan leaned down and began speaking softly. "I don't have anything on me right now, but..." "You have a card?" Chris asked. The cashier slid a small business card across the counter. Chris picked it up and took a pen from his pocket and wrote my mom and my's full address and his phone number on the back. My cousin slid it back. "This weekend we're totally free. Come by any time." Ethan smiled a broad goofy smile. "Awesome," he said, "Sure thing." There was something about his languid body language. Something about the way his speech seemed to always come two seconds too slow. Something about the redness of his eyes. Oh shit, I thought. This guy is totally stoned. He's more baked than a Stouffer's lasagna. I looked back at Chris. He, as always, seemed completely self-assured. My mind drifted back to the moment when Ethan has caught us "in flagrante". There'd been a smell at that moment, as I sat on the bench, my swollen erection seeping precum into my navel. It wasn't just the smell of sex, there'd been something else. Almost skunk-like. I'd never drank or done drugs in my entire life but I was instantly convinced that what I was smelling was pot. Chris had been right all along. There was no way this fucking stoner was going to rat us out to the Foothills Mall Po-Po. Ethan rang us up with the same bemused fog he'd had when catching the two of us with both our dicks in his manager's mouth. I felt a little nervous when the price tag for all five items ran to over 80 dollars, but Ethan didn't blink and charged it to his debit card. We divided the items between both of our backpacks and we walked out of the store. I let out a long breath of air, the same breath I felt like I'd been holding since we'd been caught in the changing room. Chris turned to me and clasped me by the base of my neck. "That, cuz," he said, "Is what you call an adventure." So much had happened within the span of a couple of hours it still made my head spin. "I don't know if I can take many more of these adventures," I said meekly. Chris smiled. It was that same toothy shark smile. That smile that I both envied and hated and loved and made me weak at the knees. "Oh, you can, cousin," he said, flashing his teeth, "And you will. It's going to be a blast." And he leaned over and kissed me. It was a swift kiss but it was equally sweet and all the anxiety and all of the nervousness of the past thirty minutes dripped off of me like sidewalk chalk from a summer's rain. I smiled back. I felt like my whole face beam back at him. "You're cute when you're happy," he told me, as we continued down the aisle of the mall, his hand still holding my neck, "Though let's be real, you're cute as all fuck no matter." In front of us, I spied a group of teenagers. They sat like clotted in mass by a set of two benches by the pair of escalators. A swath of girls who had never given me the time of day and speckling of skater dudes who'd only spoken the word `Fag!' at me as I walked from class to class. I felt their incendiary gaze turn towards us. I turned to walk in front of him. "You know what?" I asked, grasping both his hands in mine. "No. What?" He replied. I gazed at him. This man. This handsome thick-chested man. This man who was my cousin. This man who drove me crazy for better or for ill. This man who was introducing me to so many things, least of all myself. "I think you're cute too," I said. I didn't whisper it. I didn't care who heard. "No matter what," I added and then stepped forward and leaned up and kissed him. It was closed-mouthed at first as I felt him tighten in surprise and then I felt him loosen and then his arms surround my back and press me inwards and we kissed like that in the middle of the mall for a long while. We broke finally and headed to the exit, hand in hand, walking right past the group of teenagers who had so terrified me in the past, a group who just gawked at us as we strode past, now reduced to speechlessness. I felt goddamned powerful. I felt goddamned great. Even if my balls were as blue as Paul Bunyan's Ox, the day was still young and as long as I spent it with my cousin I didn't care what the fuck happened. As we strode through the exit, Chris squeezed my hand. "We gotta make a detour," he told me. "There's a bike rental shop two blocks up. And I'll be damned if we're walking back home."