Date: Sat, 9 Jan 2021 05:43:56 -0500
From: Derek S <23belthazor23@gmail.com>
Subject: My Alpha Cousin - Chapter 2

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lifelong fantasies come to life. Therefore, any similarities in names or
locations are purely coincidental. Please do not read this if you're under
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Sorry for the extreme delay in getting this next chapter out. Work has been
hectic since the pandemic (as well as my romantic life haha). Maybe I will
be able to find a man like my cousin in the freezing weather that is
Montreal this time of year. 

Thank you so much for all of your feedback re: Chapter 1. I look forward to
hearing your comments for Chapter 2. I remember reading stories on Nifty,
and getting off several times because of them. Let me know if that happens
for you.

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Chapter 2:

"Scotch on the rocks", I heard. "And make it a doubleÉ cuz".

Within a fraction of a second Ð as if conditioned to do so Ð my cock
twitched, becoming twice as hard. "Jesus!", I thought, "What the hell is
happening to me?" And, as if matters weren't bad enough, I could feel a bit
of liquid spewing from my dick. "Am I actually precumming!?" In the past, I
had dated a bit, and enjoyed a few meaningless one-night: I was held in the
arms of strong men, kissed until the sun rose by passionate men, and fucked
very very roughly by alpha males I fantasized about. However, despite my
attraction for each one, I had never ever precum before. "What should I
do?", I asked myself as fear began to take control of me. My eyes were now
wide with panic at the thought of the guests seeing cum pooling at my
crotch.

"Did you hear what I just said Ð pussy?", Derrick said defiantly.

There it was again, that rugged voice piercing right through me, every
syllable sending jolts of longing straight to my dick. It was all I needed
to picture us in bed together, the full weight of his chiseled and hairy
body on top of mine, digging into me with every thrust his bare cock could
muster... What I wouldn't give to feel the warmth of his breath on me as we
kissed, and the feel of his meaty cock sliding deep in me. That thought
sent another jolt to my cock, bringing my thoughts back to the
surface. "No!", I thought. I had to stop thinking of him Ð I had to
dismiss these fantasies as folly. Clear in my convictions, I knew I didn't
have time to waste here: I needed to go upstairs, to the privacy of my
room, and jerk off.

Therefore, I turned in Derrick's direction, careful not to expose the
secret that I so desperately wanted to conceal, and asked playfully, "Now,
is that any way to talk to your dashingly handsome bartender? If you wanted
Ð what was it Ð a scotch on the rocksÉ you should have asked
nicely Ð pussy.", I said confidently, a cocky smile erupting on my face.

"Where did that come from!?", I thought proudly, still keeping my composure
and hazel eyes focused on Derrick, almost challenging him. I wanted
desperately to turn away and scurry to my room, to leave him stunned and
bewildered at my snarky reply, but I couldn't: I was drowning in his
beautiful caramel eyes Ð paralyzed by his cologne, his stubble, and his
thick chest hair. He was now staring directly at me, his head comfortably
resting atop his folded hands, his arms and pecs barely fitting in his
tight button-down shirt. One thing I couldn't help but notice though was
his mouthÉ it was slightly ajar, clearly showing his surprise to my
comment. But it wasn't just any comment: it was my comment Ð a comment
given by someone "beneath him", a lowly cousin undeserving of the air he
breathes finally challenging him.

Before he could formulate his next sentence, I amassed every ounce of
courage lying dormant in my body and stated, "Well cuz, I'm sorry, but
tonight our beloved Mrs. Devereaux will have to assist you with your
drinking needs. If you'll excuse me." And without a flutter of hesitation,
I turned around, and scurried toward the main staircase of the house,
making sure to avoid every guest's gaze along the way, anxiety firmly
taking hold of me. It was like I was playing a game of hide-and-go-seek,
except that in this scenario, the lights were all on and everyone was
"it". As I mounted the staircase, I peered down towards my crotch, and
noticed that the pool of precum had spread even more, growing a deeper
shade of grey. My cock was begging to be released. It took everything I had
not to unzip my pants in the middle of the party, pull out my hairy 7"
cock, and jerk myself off while staring directly into the eyes of the most
beautiful and rugged man I have ever laid eyes on. "How did I get in this
mess?", I thought. "How did I let myself succumb to all these
feelings?". It didn't matter: the only thing that mattered in that moment
was my dick. So, I reverted my gaze back on the staircase and climbed the
steps two-at-a-time.

To my surprise, I was not the only one hiding: in the chaos that ensued
downstairs, my brother and his girlfriend had found their way into the
upstairs hallway and seemed to be deep in conversation. To avoid any and
all embarrassment, I quickly retraced my steps and shielded myself behind
the wall at the foot of the main hallway. They seemed to be mildly arguing
about someone not being very kind to them, and if I were to guess, I would
say that that person was my sister. From the moment she met her, she
disapproved of her, though, in her defense, my family and I haven't really
liked any of my brother's girlfriends: he had a very specific type (or
stereotype to be honest) Ð blonde, blue eyes, big tits Ð the type you
could eat a picnic off of Ð and, finally, dumb as a doorknob. This
girlfriend however fueled my sister's hatred even more than the others,
showing up an hour and a half late to her first family dinner at our house
last week. And, having heard only a little of their conversation, it seemed
that my sister would be remiss as to not make her aware of her
hatred. However, despite how entertaining it would be to eavesdrop on their
conversation, I desperately had to relieve myself, and right now, my
brother and his girlfriend were standing in the way of me and my freedom
a.k.a. my bedroom. I couldn't just stand by waiting for the next angry
couple to also make their way upstairs and catch me with cum all over my
pants: I had to find somewhere to hide.

I knew it would be risky, but given the situation, I discerned that my only
chance at shelter would be to, very quietly, sneak into the bathroom down
the hall, and pray to god that they I go unnoticed. So, with my breath
caught in my chest, I waited 10 very long seconds for the conversation to
pick up and, once it did, I dashed from behind the wall into the hall. My
intention was so be as quiet as possible Ð ninja-like (almost) Ð
ideally drawing no attention to myself. However, once I started moving,
fear and anxiety guided me, causing me to accidently slam the door of to
bathroom shut as I passed through its threshold.

"I made it", I thought, resting my back against the door. My heart and
breath were still aflutter. I couldn't believe how recklessly I had
behaved, but what choice did I have? I had to get this over with Ð I had
to unleash my dick from its dampening cage and regain any morsel of sanity
left in me so that I could continue to enjoy the evening. With that in
mind, I quickly unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants and pulled down my
briefs, exposing my middle eastern cock. It was rock-hard. I grabbed the
base, and as I did, a jolt of pleasure washed over me. I held onto that
feeling, firming up my grip, and tugged on my balls with my other hand. I
slid my hand up the shaft slowly towards my overly sensitive head and held
it there for a few seconds, taking it all in, picturing myself back in the
basement with my cousin's body pushing up against me as he whispered,
"You're welcome É cuz". It felt like fucking heaven. I couldn't let go
of my cock, stroking it fervently, using my unstoppable precum as
lube. Against my better judgement, all I wanted to do right now is worship
my beast of cousin, get on my knees and let him spit in my mouth; have him
force feed me his alpha cock, gagging me in the process, until my nose was
pressed into his sweaty pubes.

I was so distracted by my throbbing cock that I almost didn't hear the
knocking at the door, nor see the knob of the bathroom door begin to
turn. "Jason Ð is that you? Are you okay?", I heard my brother's muffled
voice ask from the other side of the door. Before he could push it open, I
turned around, pressing my body against the door and locked it. "Yeah, it's
me!" I said a little louder than I wanted to.

"Why's the door locked?", he asked.

"IÉuhÉ got gin all over my pantsÉ", I answered, avoiding his
question all together.

"Ah okÉ need something?", he asked again, with a hint of worry in his
tone.

"No, no", I replied looking at myself in the mirror from across the room
half naked. "I'm fine Ð just going to wash them out and change."

"Alright Jace. See you in a bit", he said as he and his girlfriend made
their way downstairs.

"Thanks Ð too", I said fumbling my words. "That was closeÉ too
close", I thought, fear slowly dissipating from my body. I knew that I
couldn't stay here for much longer: the risks of being interrupted, let
alone caught, were too high. As I absent-mindedly stroked my still
throbbing cock, it dawned on me: the hallway was empty. I could finally
escape to my room unseen and jack off in peace and quiet. Therefore,
sparing no time at all, I washed my hands, pulled up my pants, opened the
bathroom door to make sure coast was clear, and bee-lined it to my room at
the end of the hall.

Despite my visible, almost uncontainable excitement, I didn't have much
time: as one of the hosts, I knew I was inexcusably absent from the party,
and given the importance of the evening, my mother would undoubtedly be
calling me to assist in someway shape or form. So, without wasting any more
time, I closed my door, chucked my pants in the hamper, propped up my
pillows and started jerking off on my bed. "Fuck", I uttered passionately
as my hand twisted around the ring of my cock head which was still leaking
precum. I put the palm of my hand over the head and spread every drop of
precum along my 7" shaft. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, passed my
hand through my pubes and started jerking off. I surrendered myself to the
feeling. Every stroke was as good as the last, and with every stroke I
thought of my cousin: of his muscles, of his swollen chest, of his body on
mineÉ My breath was now heavy and uneven. At this rate, I knew I
wouldn't last long.

As I reached down to grab my balls, a hand forcefully met mine, grabbing me
by the wrist.

"What do we have here cuz?"

"Fuck!", I panicked, and for a moment, it's as if time stood still. "It
couldn't be him! Fuck!" My eyes flew open in panic. It couldn't be, but it
was Ð Derrick, my cousin in all his machismo, authoritative glory,
towering over my bed, staring at me menacingly, his shirt just barely
containing his body.

"I said, what do we have hereÉ cunt?", he barked, tightening his grip,
causing me to wince in pain.

I wanted to say something Ð I wanted so desperately to say something
Ð anythingÉ but I couldn't. I was in shock, frozen at the impending
embarrassment and humiliation awaiting me. "When did he get in my room? How
did he get in my room!?", I thought, staring in terror at my cousin as I
lay beneath his gaze completely exposed. He leaned forward, bringing his
face inches from mine, close enough that I could not only smell the scotch
on his breath or his expensive cologne, but his sweaty, masculine musk. He
stared deeply into my eyes, and said "What's a matter cunt? You run your
fucking mouth off downstairs in front of everyone, pretending like you mean
something, but now that it's just you and me, you pussy up? Eh?" I swear
Ð in all that time, I didn't hear a single word he said: I could only
focus on the feel of his warm breath on my face, and the deep tone of his
voice taking me back to the basement, stimulating my cock. It took
everything in me right now not to open my mouth and beg him to spit in it.

Without waiting for an answer, he said, "Get the fuck up Jace!" I looked at
him dumbfounded, my cock like a ticking-time-bomb, leaking more and more
precum. "Come on, stand up bitch!" he ordered. Scared and excited, I kicked
off the bed, and stood upright, facing him. "Good cunt", I heard him
mutter, his eyes focused on me, his deep voice reverberating in my ears. He
moved a little closer, leaned into my ear and said calmly, "Move over
Jace", as he undid the buckle of his belt. My heart was now immobilized in
my chest. "Was this really happening?", I thought. I wasn't sure, but I
could almost see the faint glimmer of a smile appear on his face as he
leaned his head back. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him. Obediently, I
moved aside, and as I did, he laid down on my bed, his arms comfortably
resting behind his head, displaying his sweaty pits, now resting atop my
pillows. He then lifted his hips and removed his black dress pants. "See
that cuzÉ", referencing the anaconda hidden behind his red and black
BOSS briefs, "Suck it!" I couldn't believe the sight before my eyes. It was
gigantic! I had always dreamt of his cock Ð of riding it as I straddled
his muscular thighs and sleeping with it in my ass as we fell asleep Ð
but this was something else. I looked up at my cousin who was staring at
me. "Do it faggot!" he said firmly, repeating his request, as he slid his
hand down to his briefs.

"Did he really just ask me that?", I thought excitedly. This has to be a
dream. There was no way that my ego-centric, asshole of a cousin Derrick
was on my bed right now, in my room where I had jerked off countless times
thinking of him. It really felt like a dream Ð like at any moment, I
could wake up alone in bed with the biggest blue balls of my life, my
sadistic fantasy never having come true. I needed to make this count. As
such, I turned around, mischievous in my disposition, and showed off my
round, hairy ass, bending down slowly to remove my socks while at the same
time exposing my hairy hole and flexing my ass cheeks. Next, I took off my
crisp white shirt, one button at a time, teasing him, revealing my own
treasure trail against my golden-skin, and climbed my bed.

As I sat between his legs, I marveled at his statuesque, yet rugged
beauty. Every limb and muscle was perfectly defined, showcasing his many
hours at the gym. I wanted to so desperately take my time licking every
part of his chiseled body, worshipping him the way this Adonis deserved to
be worshipped. I crawled a little closer to him, softly running my hands
over his furry legs, fighting back the urge to lunge myself into his
sweat-stained armpits which were exuding an intoxicatingly intense aroma. I
could sniff and lick them all day. However, it was when I reached his
briefs that my primal instincts took over, shedding all need for hesitation
or inhibition. I unapologetically grabbed hold of his gigantic cock through
the fabric of his briefs and started jerking him off. Slowly picking up the
pace, I moved my other hand up his shirt, rubbing my hand through his
coarse chest hair. "Ahhh fuck yeah Jace! Stroke my cock", he yelled, his
eyes focusing on me. I looked up to gage his facial expression, eager to
please my older cousin and bring him into a state of pure ecstasy. Nothing
else in the world mattered right now: the only thing in existence; the
center of my universe. I moved my hand up a little higher, pinching his
nipples, causing his body to shift under my grip.

As my hand continued to explore his bulging chest, my fingers grazed his
sweaty armpit hair. As if by need, I retracted my hand, and sniffed it
deeply, determined to have the smell of his body odor in me. Sensing what I
was about to do next, Derrick reached for my hand once again, and tucked it
into his armpit, never taking his eyes off me as he thrusted his cock into
my other hand roughly. Relaxing his grip, he took my hand and shoved it
into my mouth. "That's it Jace Ð taste your man's smell. Fucking
remember it cunt", he said as I moaned uncontrollably. "Ah you fucking
pig!", he said laughingly, my mouth now reeking of his incredible stench as
he continued to thrust his cock. I needed to feel the real thing Ð to
taste it. So, I grabbed hold of his briefs, looking my cousin's beautiful
eyes for acknowledgment, and slid them down his legs, his cock flinging
into action.

Not only was his cock 10 very long inches, but his balls were big too Ð
huge and hairy Ð the balls of a real man. They begged to be emptied for
hours. I probably should have teased him, left him longing for my mouth,
but I couldn't resist: I dove for his cock as soon as it erupted from his
briefs, my warm mouth tight around his big mushroom head, sucking at the
tip. "AhhhhhÉ", he moaned as I savoured every inch of his alpha cock,
slowly bobbing up and down his mast to meet his thrusts. I was in a total
state of bliss, my cock spewing precum all over my comforter. The longer I
spent sucking his cock, the more I needed to have it in me. So, I opened my
mouth as wide as I could, taking more of it into me, gagging in the process
Ð and, as I did, my cousin grabbed the back of my head and commandingly
farted in my face. "Yeah, swallow it cuz Ð fucking swallow my nasty
farts!", he said arrogantly. "How's it smell Jace? You like it, eh? You
like it pussy boy?". In that moment, despite how degrading it was, and how
awful his farts smelled, I climaxed without even touching my cock. My
entire body shuddered as I inhaled his farts, shooting volley upon volley
of cum between us, clenching every muscle in my body, moaning
hysterically. I had no control as waves of pleasure surged through me,
bringing me to a high I had never felt before. "Oh fuck cuz", I heard my
cousin say, watching the events unfold before him. "I'm gonna cumÐ ah,
fuck I'm gonna cum cuz", he belted. He grabbed hold of his cock, and
furiously stroked it, still holding the back of my head in
place. "AHHHHHÉ FUCKKKK!!!" he exclaimed as gallons of semen poured down
my throat.

End of Chapter 2