The sounds of someone moving around the room wake me up. I feel great. I slept like a baby. When I finally open my eyes, I see Josh. He's standing sideways to me, wearing my white boxers and deeply absorbed in one of my `20th Century Boys' comic books. He must be enjoying it because he hasn't noticed I'm awake yet, allowing me a moment to observe him. He still looks as young and boyish as he did yesterday, but I can't stop thinking of the very adult sex he had with me last night.
I yawn, and he finally looks at me. There's his smile again. It relaxes me. We're good.
"Hey, little cous. Sleep well?" he asks, sitting at the edge of the bed. "This comic is pretty awesome. Hope you don't mind me going through your stuff."
"It's fine. Ever read manga before?" I inquire.
"No, never. But I have watched some Dragon Ball, if that counts."
I chuckle. "I see. Then maybe you should start with something a bit more mainstream than `20th Century Boys'."
"Are you calling me unsophisticated? I'm actually liking this! Where can I find more?"
"I can lend you the first volume. I have a few, but I usually read the rest online."
"Really? Can I borrow it?" Josh's eyes light up but then dim. "But who knows when we'll see each other again. It could be years."
"Yeah," I reply, suddenly feeling a wave of sadness. I pause, secretly hoping he might suggest a way for us to meet again soon. He doesn't. "Well, you can always mail it back after you're done. And I'll send you the links to the other volumes."
"Thanks, Tommy. My family and friends aren't big on reading."
"Good thing you have this nerdy bookworm cousin," I say with a wistful smile.
Josh gives me a thoughtful look, stands up, and picks up my reading glasses from the desk, placing them on my nose. Before I can question him, he leans in and kisses me on the lips.
"That's how I like you," he says with a wink.
I look away, blushing. He was right yesterday. I enjoy compliments, especially from someone as good-looking as him, which is rare for me. But I also find them awkward because I never know how to react.
"You're so cute, Tommy. But we both need a shower. We smell like sweat and stuff," he jokes.
"Yeah, we should shower before going down," I agree. "What time is it?"
He checks his phone. "Almost 7 am."
"Alright, I don't think my folks are up yet."
"So, shower together?" he looks at me hopefully.
"I don't know, wouldn't that be weird? I don't want them getting suspicious," I reply.
"They're asleep. It's only weird if we make it weird."
"Fine, let's do it," I say, smiling. I like the idea, even though I'm worried about getting too attached to Josh. Saying goodbye again will be hard.
"Come on, then!" he urges, reaching for my blanket. I hold onto it.
"Stop, I'm naked under here!" I laugh.
"So? It's not like you shower with your clothes on."
"Just give me some underwear from the drawer."
He finds a blue pair and tosses them to me. "At least I get to choose," he says, pleased with himself.
I quickly put them on under the covers and get out of bed. It's one thing to have sweaty sex in the dim light of a room, quite another to stand naked in broad daylight. At least being naked in the shower is somewhat expected and normal.
We sneak to the upstairs bathroom, trying not to make any noise. It's a nice, modern shower, large enough to fit four people comfortably.
"After you," he says with a hint of mischief. I roll my eyes but comply. Slipping out of my underwear, I step into the shower stall. As I turn, I catch Josh's eyes lingering on my backside.
"Hey!" I chide him playfully, turning on the water. "No staring, okay?"
"Understood, boss," he responds with a grin.
Josh drops his boxers and I immediately find myself breaking my own rule. He's either a shower or semi-hard already, because his teenage dick impressively sways like a pendulum between his thighs. He steps into the shower with me, joining me under the warm stream. His hands land on my hips, pulling me closer, and as our lips meet, I'm enveloped in warmth. This shower quickly becomes the best I've ever had. How will I manage without this?
We kiss deeply, losing track of time. The long-running water might raise suspicions, but at that moment, I don't care. I reach for Josh, giving his beautiful penis a few gentle strokes.
"Oh fuck, yes," Josh moans. "I need to cum again."
I smile at his no-filter overshare. Can't say I hate it, though. I bend down slightly and suck on his nipple while stroking his beautiful cock. How it twitches in my hand, the sound he's making, I'm loving it. He puts his hands on my head and plays with my hair. I switch to the other nipple and use my left hand to play with his balls. This is so great.
When I'm done with the foreplay, I get on my knees. There it is again, straight, smooth, and as hard as it can get. I give the tip a few licks and it happily twitches in response, like a dog wagging its tail. Encouraged, I give it a longer lick. I start at his tight, round ballsack and slowly make my way up his shaft, then I kiss the tip and smile at him.
"You like it, huh?" he asks, his voice raspy again.
"Uh huh," I answer, looking him in the eyes, with my tongue out and making circles around his cockhead.
Josh then takes his penis in his fingers and flops it up and down, smacking me in the face. We both giggle.
"Jerk it," I tell him and open wide, sticking my tongue out.
"Fuck, that's so hot, Tommy," he says and starts beating his meat, his cockhead patting my tongue with every stroke. He looks so hot from down here, with the shower water running down his lean, toned body. Some of the water runs off the length of his cock and ends up in my mouth, so I have to spit it out from time to time.
"Are you close?" I ask, anxious to see him cum again.
"Getting there," he says, out of breath. He looks straight at me, biting his lips and wanking faster and faster. I cup the globe of his balls and squeeze gently.
"Mmhmmm, really close now," he grunts. His cock is tapping on my mouth and face like a woodpecker. I stick my tongue out and wait for the climax. At the same time, I grab my own dick and start jerking it, knowing I only need a few strokes.
"Uhhh... Oh god... Uuughh..." he moans and starts shooting his hot cum all over my face. I struggle to keep my eyes open as it hits me everywhere, then gets rinsed down by the water. But some that gets into my mouth I swallow quickly. My orgasm hits me only a moment after his, and for a few seconds the pleasure makes me go blind.
"Oh shit... Tommy... you're a beast," Josh pants, his legs trembling from weakness. He collapses to the floor beside me, grinning broadly as he breathes heavily through his mouth. His grip loosens around his slowly softening member, and a surge of pride washes over me, even though this time, he did most of the work himself. "Never came so hard since... yesterday, I guess."
We both break into giggles, sounding like kids, and let the shower wash over us as we catch our breath.
"Let's head out," I finally suggest. "We've been here way too long. My folks might start getting suspicious."
We exit the shower and dry off with fresh towels. Each time our eyes meet, I can't help but giggle. How amazing would it be to start every day like this? Or at least once a week. Still feeling a bit self-conscious around Josh, I wrap a towel around my waist.
"I'll go out first, you know, just in case..."
"Sounds like a plan," he agrees, giving me a thumbs up.
And indeed, it was a smart move. As I step out of the bathroom, I run into Mom passing by.
"I was about to wake you up. Where's Joshua?"
"He's..." I start, tempted to fabricate a story but knowing she'd see through any lie. "He's still in the bathroom."
She gives me that strange look again, then sighs. "There's a lot of steam in there. Be careful with the hot water, it's not good for you."
"Yes, Mom," I reply, heading to my room, feeling a knot form in my stomach. Her tone lacks its usual sharpness, as if she's just going through the script, her mind elsewhere. I don't like it. There's something reassuring about a mother's predictability, even when they're upset or irrational. It offers a hidden comfort that you don't appreciate until it vanishes, leaving an unsettling feeling.
"Something wrong? You seem upset," Josh asks, noticing my mood.
"No, all good. Just thinking," I say, forcing a smile. "Hungry? I think breakfast is ready."
"I could eat a horse!"
Breakfast passes in an uncomfortable silence. Uncle Jerry keeps checking his watch, and Aunt Rose feigns interest in the dregs of her coffee. Josh and I exchange occasional smirks, careful not to overdo it. I sense Mom watching me more closely than usual. I'm not one to buy into the idea of the sixth sense, but it's better to be cautious.
All too soon, it's time for them to leave. The adults exchange handshakes, and Josh's parents load their car. I stand on the porch, wishing it was over. I really hate goodbyes. As they prepare to leave, Josh comes over for a handshake.
"Goodbye, little cous. Till next time," he says with a wink.
"Take care, Josh," I reply.
We shake our hands for too long, but neither of us lets go. We grin like little kids, not caring that the adults are watching. I know that when I let him go, it may be forever before I can touch him, or even see him again.
"Come here," Josh suddenly says, pulling me into a tight hug. I hug back fiercely, his scent reminding me of everything we shared. A silly thought crosses my mind - if I hug him tightly enough, maybe his parents will be forced to leave without him.
"Let's meet up soon," I whisper, just for him.
"I promise. We'll figure something out."
"I know."
We stay embraced until Uncle Jerry clears his throat.
"I'll call you tonight," Josh says, then he's in the car, and they're driving away. My heart sinks as they turn the corner and vanish from sight. In less than 24 hours, I feel transformed. Yesterday, I was mourning the loss of the one family member I could truly talk to about important things. Now, I might have found another. If anyone in the family is like Grandpa, it's Josh. I can imagine Grandpa being similar in his youth, minus the gay part. Because Josh is gay, right? It seems odd to ask after everything. What we shared was more than just fooling around.
I twitch when my dad places his hand on my shoulder. "It was fun while it lasted, but I'm glad it's over," he says. "Let's go inside. I need a double espresso, pronto."
"Can I have one too?" I ask, my voice strained.
"How old are you again? Just kidding. I'll bring it up to your room."
"Thanks, Dad."
Entering the living room, I find Mom on the couch, covering her eyes with her hand.
"Everything okay?" I ask.
"Yes, just a bit of a headache."
"Do you need a pill?"
"No, I've already taken two. I'll be alright, just need some rest. Yesterday was a long day."
I pause, trying to think of something else to say, something to bring normalcy back. But nothing comes to mind, so I turn to head upstairs. Then she speaks again.
"Tommy?"
"Yes, Mom?"
"Don't grow up too fast."
Her words stop me in my tracks. She's not even looking at me. "Um, what do you mean by that?"
"Nothing. Just remember we love you a lot, okay? Now I need to rest. There's pizza in the freezer if you're hungry."
My legs feel heavy as I walk upstairs. Why is she acting so weird? I've never been so conflicted. Without thinking about it, I undress and flop onto my bed naked. Images of Josh flood my mind and my dick gets hard in seconds, but I don't feel like touching myself, so I leave it sticking up. My mind goes running. I fantasize about being in a relationship with Josh. Cooking together, watching movies, going on vacation. Yep, I'm going mental. I don't have any grandparents left, so it may take a while before someone dies again and we have another chance to meet. I can't believe my own thoughts, so I shake them away and play some music on my phone. Drifting off, I fall asleep.
Later, I wake up to the scent of coffee. I open my eyes and my dick is still hopelessly hard. Blinking groggily, I notice a cup on my desk. Dad must have brought it and seen me like that. I groan, get dressed, and take a sip of the coffee--it's cold. Another groan escapes me. Feeling hungry, I head downstairs. Mom's asleep on the couch, and Dad's in the kitchen, absorbed in a book.
"You hungry?" he asks, not looking up. "If you're making pizza, could you make one for me too?"
So, we're avoiding the elephant in the room. That's fine by me. I know the awkwardness will linger for weeks.
Some time later, I take the pizzas out of the oven and place them on the kitchen table, adding a bottle of ketchup. There's an awkward silence as we eat. Dad is the first to break it.
"For the record, I knocked, but you were out like a light. Yeah, I saw what I saw. It's nothing new, and you've got nothing to be ashamed of, so don't dwell on it too much. I won't."
I cover my face with my hands, confronting the awkward truth. "Thanks, Dad, I guess."
"Don't worry about it. Glad everything's working fine down there. Just don't let Mom walk on you like that, she's been through a lot already."
"I'll be more careful. It's just that..."
"No need to explain. Just make sure it's not a regular thing, or we'll have to have that awkward conversation, okay?"
"Yes, Dad," I say, managing a small smile.
The day passes uneventfully. In bed early, idly scrolling on my phone, it suddenly buzzes with a call from an unknown number. I don't usually answer these, but something tells me this time I should.
"Hey, little cous," Josh's voice is light and cheerful. "Thought I'd forgotten about you?"
"I was hoping you hadn't... Hey. It's really nice to hear your voice." My words come out softly, my heartbeat quickening.
"I'm beat, Tommy. I had such a great time. Can't stop thinking about it."
"Me too."
"How's your mom?" he asks, a hint of concern in his voice.
"Why?"
"Just wondering..."
"Yeah..." I pause, then confess, "I think she knows. Don't know how, but she does."
"Moms are like that, I told you. I think mine is starting to suspect something too. Especially after I mentioned in the car that we should take you with us to the seaside next month."
"Wait, what?"
"You heard me," he laughs. "We're going to our beach house. I'll teach you windsurfing. It's going to be awesome!"
"Wow, that's..." I start, lost for words.
"What? I thought you'd like it."
"No, it's fantastic. I just thought it would be years before I saw you again."
"No way, cous. We'll be seeing each other a lot more. I'm already making plans."
"... how?"
"I might have told my folks you're struggling with Grandpa's passing... And that you need a friend, because you have none."
"Hey!"
"Hey, whatever works, right? Now it's your turn. You've got to convince your folks to come with us."
"That's... I didn't think you'd go that far already. But okay, I'll make it happen. If I have to, I'll sneak out."
"That's my boy!" He's clearly excited. "Oh, and I finished your manga book. Can you send me a link to the rest?"
"I... I will."
"Awesome. I really liked it. Now, you sound tired. Let's talk again soon, right?"
I can't help but smile widely. "Sure. Call me anytime, Josh."
"Oh, and one more thing. I'm gonna fuck you so hard when I see you. Haha! Sorry, I had to."
"No, it's fine. I want to... I want to fuck, too." The words seem strange in my mouth but I mean them.
"Oh my god, I'm going to make you cum three times a day... I'm gonna... Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself again. Goodnight, Tommy. I miss you already."
"Night, Josh. I miss you, too."
I stash my phone and can't help but beam like a lunatic. Josh is crazy in the best possible way. But he said everything I wanted to hear, and more. I'm happy.
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