Previously...
With three final thrusts, Ben pulled my hips into his, moaning loudly as he deposited his seed deep inside me. As he pulled out, a trickle of his cum dripped down my taint. Ben used his dick to push it back onto my hole.
"Fuck, man, my cum looks so hot dripping out of your hole. I wanna see it, push it out for me, babe." He asked.
I spread my cheeks, and gently pushed, wanting to feel his cum ooze out of me. Ben caught it on his still hard dick. I spun around and took his cock in my mouth. Tasting his load and cleaning his tool. I reached down and jerked myself, enjoying the salty bitterness. Soon I was spurting my own thick ropes onto the carpet and his thighs. I sat back on my heels, feeling spent. Ben pulled me in for another kiss.
"Damn, cuz. That was hot."
All I could say was thank you. Which, in hindsight, is kind of lame, but I was relatively speechless. Ben got up to put his shorts on. I looked for my underwear and t-shirt. I put them back on while Ben rearranged the pillows and disheveled blankets onto the sectional couch. This time, he put the two pillows in the corner where the two sides meet. I lay down under one the blankets, resting my head on the pillow opposite his. He leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.
"Goodnight, cuz," he whispered.
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When I woke up on my aunt's couch in their finished basement, the first thing I noticed was the gentle throbbing in my forehead. I had knocked back quite a few beers the night before. The second thing I noticed, was that I was alone, though I hadn't gone to bed alone. While my hangover made my thoughts slightly fuzzy, I still had the vivid memory of just how I spent the night alone with my cousin, Ben. Where had slept on the sectional sofa was now just a pillow and a folded blanket. Part of me was disappointed, and the other part of me not at all surprised. I wasn't sure what to expect from him. He had admitted to getting blowjobs from guys in college, but I suspect this was his first full blown gay sex experience. My straight, 23-year-old, blonde hair, blue eyed, muscle stud of a cousin had fucked me in the ass.
A clock on the wall chimed the time, 8am. He must've gotten up early, and quietly. Upstairs in the kitchen, my mom and aunt were obviously hungover, nursing their coffee and making upturned noses at the bacon crackling in a pan on the stove. We'd all spent the night here to avoid drinking and driving.
"Where's Ben?" I asked to no one in particular.
"Oh, I think he left around 6:30am. I heard some doors closing around then," my aunt responded.
I left the kitchen with a glass of water to sit alone in the living room. I really hoped this didn't fuck things up with Ben, not that we had much of a relationship beyond being cousins. I felt some shame, with what happened between the two of us, but mostly I felt horny. As wrong as it might have been, it was one of the best lays I've ever had. Not to mention it was with someone whom I'd fantasized about for years.
Weeks passed by, and it was all I could think about. It was all I jerked off to as well. Our one night together fueled even more fantasies of all the different things I wanted to do with Ben.
Having just graduated in May and being only 22, I stayed with my parents in our family home just outside Boston. I spent the summer applying to marketing jobs and going on interviews. I didn't have any contact with my cousin other than his obligatory "Happy birthday!" post on my Facebook. I tried to distract my thoughts of him by going on dates, but there weren't many guys interested in a jobless college grad who still lived at home. When I wasn't jerking off or submitting resumes, I was playing video games to pass the time. Eventually I picked up a part time job bartending at a local family restaurant, which at least got me out of the house.
Coming into September, my other cousin, Seth, and Ben's older brother, announced that his wife had given birth to their second child, a baby girl. Naturally, this called for another family get together down on the Cape. I hadn't asked if Ben was going to be attending, but that didn't stop me from thinking about him. That's how I found myself in the backseat of my parent's SUV, suppressing a woody while thinking back about how Ben had come to lay behind me, grinding his boner into my ass. The two-hour drive to my aunt and uncle's house went by fast. However, the closer we got, the more anxious I became at seeing Ben again.
Upon arrival, we trundled out the car, me leaden with tote bags and coolers. There was already a smattering of relatives gathered in the backyard, probably a dozen or so, including Seth and his family. No sign of Ben, yet.
I sat in a wooden Adirondack, off the side. I wasn't much of a socializer, especially with family. I casually sipped a glass of sangria, content to observe everyone else. In doing so, I couldn't help but notice just how alike Seth was to his younger brother, Ben. Growing up they had their similarities. Now, as adults, it was much more apparent. At 31, Seth had all the same features as Ben, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and a strong jawline. He was a few inches taller, probably 6'4'' or 6'5'', but not as muscular. He was a bit dorkier, same with me, and tended more on the side of intellectual interests over sports and exercise. Either way, this made me notice he was just as attractive to me as his younger brother.
He wore a tight-fitting light blue polo that showed off his biceps and slight belly. His khaki shorts came up mid-thigh, showing me his thick thighs and calves. His legs were hairier than Ben's, but I was loving the whole dad-bod vibe. He bent over to pick up a toy one of the kids had thrown, giving me a fantastic view of his firm ass. My cheeks flushed, thinking about what might be underneath his shorts. Thankfully it was a warm September day and no one would wonder why I was so red.
Two newcomers rounding the corner of the garage tore me away from my daydream. It was Ben, and some girl who looked to be around our age. He had that big gorgeous smile plastered on his face. He looked like he'd just gotten off a golf course, sporting a white athletic polo, tight enough to accentuate the curves of his pecs paired with navy shorts and a pair of flip flops. Seth had jogged over and gave Ben a bear hug. As the two embraced, I noticed another similarity between the two. Each possessed a fat bulge in the front of their shorts that seemed to rub against each other. I had to bite my lip to purge the growing firmness in my shorts.
Ben scanned the group, stopping at me and our eyes met. His mouth twitched and I wasn't sure if he was trying to suppress a smile or a grimace. He did smile, weakly, and sent a small wave. I got up to say hi and walked over.
"Hey, Ben. How's it going?" I asked.
"Uh, fine." He replied, curtly. The awkward tension between the two of us was palpable. We stood there, barely able to make eye contact, wordlessly.
"Ben?! Where are your manners?" asked Seth, breaking the silence. "Aren't you going to introduce us?"
