Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2012 22:49:16 -0700 From: Jesse Hale Subject: My Cousin Matthew. Gay fiction. Incest The following story contains course language, incest, and disturbing scenes between relatives, If you are not old enough to read this, please do not; if you are, then enjoy! The story you are about to read is fictional, based entirely on fantasy. Whenever I went home for the summer, the winter, or for Easter, the only man I ever wanted was my own cousin. Matthew. He weren't especially close, but we didn't exactly hate each other. He had turned into a "bad" kid persay; drinking on weekends, going high to school, all that stuff that turned me right off. Yet I couldn't resist his sexiness, it drove my boner to blossom hard and my lips ache with the pain of wanting to kiss him and rub my hands down his taut, tight muscular body. A little description? Matthew was tall, very tall, at least 6 foot 1. He was thin, not particularily muscular but he didn't have a tummy. Brown hair cut short, spiked bangs and an Abercrombie and Fitch model face, flattered by brown eyes, a perfect nose, and soft lips. And when he turned around, damn! His perfect ass just made you wanna reach out and grab it. Anyway, I will allow the story to continue. We all usually get together at my aunt's huge house and have our usual holiday dinners finished off with a swim in her pool. In recent years, Matthew and the rest of the older children (myself included) didn't normally go swimming; instead partaking in conversation over beer. I found Matthew in the pool room, sitting on the bench watching them swim and texting on his phone. I approached slowly and took a seat next to him and couldn't help but notice his nice jeans. "Hey." I said slowly. "How are you this year? Been a while." He nodded but didn't look at me. "Yeah! I'm good, trouble in school but oh well. I like to drink every weekend." We both laughed then and I moved closer. For some years now I had been infatuated by his God given good looks and just wanted to rape the hell out of him, but as far as I knew he was straight and I couldn't do much about that. I had even contemplated drugging him and then swallowing his boy juice. "Been getting laid lately?" I aked intently, trying to progress our conversation to a more seductive topic. He nodded. "Few girls from next town over, sucking my cock." "How interesting." I replied. "I've been getting some too, nice girls." That was a lie; I was gay as a bent arrow. Our small talk had stopped once Matthew decided to go out for a smoke. "I wanna get drunk with you man," he said as we strolled outside, through the back door and towards some tall trees. "And high too." "I wouldn't mind getting drunk," I laughed. "But smoking weed is out of the question." He laughed and lit his cigarette, pulling in the tobacco and blowing out the smoke into the night air. He handed it to me. I hesitated but took a long drag and began coughing. "Never smoked before?" I coughed again. "Nope, but felt good." We stood in silence for a moment before he said anything more. "You're 18 right?" "Yes, just turned." "Excellent." he said, tossing his smoke into the woods. "Can you buy us beer?" I froze for a moment. Did he say 'us'? "Sure, if you wanna get drunk." He smiled that sexy, deviant smile. "Sure do!" That night was something special. We went to my mom's cause she had to work and my sister was working as well. He cracked open a beer and sat on the couch and we began drinking. We talked about a lot of things, where we worked, where we lived, my new home life being away from family. Then Matthew decided, a little tipsy I might add, to talk more about titties and ass. "I had-d-d this g-g-irl once." he said, swaying back and forth. "Fucked her so hard in the ass, was amazing." I nodded and took another sip. He looked at me slyly and I felt something between us; he shifted in his seat and began to rub his crotch within his jeans. He then proceeded to take off his sweater and even his shirt. "What are you doing?" I asked, trying not to stare at his sexy, hairless chest. It was like a model's, smooth and hairless with the slightest beginning of a six pack, or some other kind of muscle. "I'm just feeling hot." he mumbled, running his other hand across his chest. I licked my lips and could not stop staring, I think he caught wind of my staring and smiled. "Do you need," I said, gulping. "some relief?" He smiled and nodded. "That would be fantastic." I crept forward on my knees; I could not believe this was happening!! I reached for his jeans and unbuckled them and he wrigged out of them, leaving them at his ankles. I reached for his sexy boxers and steadily pulled them down, revealing a 7 inch cut cock, bouncing. "Careful, that thing is fully loaded." he joked, taking another sip of his beer. I took in the awe of it; it was rigid, with veins pulsating, ready to be unleashed. It curved slightly and there was a nest of pointy black pubes around the base of his hot cock. I decided to tease him and I licked the top of his head, sending his cock into a bounce. He moaned. Before long I had inserted his entire cock in my mouth, all the way down to his balls. He groaned loudly as I racked my tongue along the bottom of his cock, tasting its greatness and utter pleasure. "Fuck you're a good cocksucker cousin." he said simply, forcing my head down lower. I gagged only slightly, but regained my composure and began to bob up and down on his cock, giving him the best pleasure possible. He spread his legs so I could have easier access and I went to town, eating his cock with such pleasure. He moaned and moaned as he came closer to his orgasm, before finally unloading 8 huge squirts of boy juice down my throat. I lept off his cock, still savouring the taste and he fell back into the couch, panting. He fell asleep shortly afterwards, but not without a thank you. He said to me: "That was the best blowjob... hands down! Even better than the bitches I fuck." That's all there is, there isn't anymore... for now. If you liked this story, feel free to leave an email to boxerboi@live.ca!