Recap of The Mudroom Part I...
To catch you up...
In my mind, my worst fears had just been confirmed by my cousin John. It was actually his big cock that I had sucked off at what I thought was my anonymous gloryhole setup at my house. We had hooked up off a Craig's List ad that I had posted and I was mortified with what he just said to me at the family party. I knew for sure it was him that I sucked, as he whispered in my ear, "After this party, I'm gonna drop my mom off at the hotel and then come and fuck that tight little bubble butt of an ass you got. I've always wanted to do that. You good with that cuz?"
That short comment cemented my suspicions that it was positively him who fed me that huge cock through the gloryhole at my house.
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I stood there stunned as John walked away, my face flushed, my heart pounding and starting to perspire as I realized what a stupid thing I had done. The taboo implication of doing this to my own cousin was so wrong, and still, my cock was growing hard inside my swimsuit while digesting his comment. I watched as he sat down with my aunt and father, looking over his shoulder and glancing at me briefly before nonchalantly joining their conversation.
I was in total panic mode in my mind. What had I done? Not only did someone know I had sucked their cock, but it being my cousin made it 100% worse. Would he tell his mother, my father? Would he make it public to the whole family? Would my secret be exposed? What's going to happen? All these thoughts rushed through my head as Stephanie came up and gave me a big hug. I was careful not to press into her as I didn't want her to feel the erection swelling inside my bathing suit.
We both sat at a table for a while as she prattled on about how nice the party was. My mind was elsewhere and I barely heard a word she said. In the middle of her gibberish, I told her I was gonna jump in the pool. I turned away from all the party guests, threw off my shirt quickly and dove in before anyone could see the bulging tent in my bathing suit. My first concern, I just wanted my erection to go down before anyone noticed. While I'm not considered well endowed by any means, it was still painfully obvious if someone looked, that I had sprouted a full blown boner.
Stephanie followed me to the pool and sat on the edge with her legs dangling in the water. Her conversation picked up right where she left off and I was a little more attentive this time as I held onto the edge waiting for my erection to subside. Still, with all this on my mind, I needed some alone time to process it and asked if she would get me another beer.
"You've already had three and it's only 7:00 PM, you need to slow down or you're gonna get drunk." she laughed cautioning me before she went inside to retrieve me another.
I clung to the edge of the pool, while my erection wilted and tried to rationalize everything. Thinking it through, I came to terms that I was probably safe with my secret. John was married, a real estate agent, his wife was pregnant, he's just as guilty about this as I am. He doesn't want anyone to know that he let me suck his cock. He would be in just as much trouble as me, probably more. He wouldn't tell a soul. He couldn't, it would hurt him just as much as me. Still, the idea of someone knowing I sucked a cock, much less my cousin's cock, really tormented me. The strange part, at the same time, from what he had just whispered in my ear, I was totally excited about the possibility of getting to service his gorgeous cock again later tonight.
Now, I had never had anal sex, but it was a fantasy of mine. I had thought about it way more than once. John's huge cock might not be the ideal "starter cock" for my virgin ass. I mean it was positively gigantic, as I mentally pictured what it would look like sticking through my gloryhole waiting for me to press my ass down onto it.
I was guessing he really was the 10"s as he claimed, it was huge. When we were younger, I remember overhearing my mother telling my father one night, that John's mother had to order his shoes online because his feet were a size 17 as a teenager. I never really thought about it much, but now, I couldn't help thinking that I had heard someone in the past say that you can tell the size of a man's cock by the size of his feet. Maybe an urban legend, but smiling to myself now, I thought, maybe it's true, his cock did match his big feet.
Stephanie returned with my beer but said she didn't want to get in the pool cause she didn't want to get her hair wet. Still, her presence at the moment was annoying to me. I really wanted some alone time as I couldn't stop thinking about getting to play with John's cock again. He had said he wanted to fuck me, but he didn't elaborate on how. Through the gloryhole, without the gloryhole, in each other's presence, with the lights on, in the dark, with a condom, he gave me nothing to go on.
I imagined all kinds of scenarios. His cock sticking straight out through the gloryhole. Him and me in my bed with me on my knees, on my back, on my side. I didn't know what to expect, but I did know that I wanted to play with his cock again and would try to give up my ass if that obtained my goal.
Me and Stephanie had tried anal sex a few times, but she said it hurt too much. She had inserted a single finger into my ass during some blow jobs and I loved it, but was embarrassed to ask for it again and it only happened when she instigated it. This was all new to me.
Steph had to be at work at 11PM, she was a nurse at the hospital and had a 12 hour shift in front her. She had come to the party in her own car and would probably leave around 9-10PM, giving me the rest of the night to stay at the party or do as I please. I knew exactly what I pleased and every time I thought of it, my cock seemed to get re-energized.
The party drug on and I came to peace with what was in my near future, nervous as hell about it, but realized it was really gonna happen. It seemed like every single time I looked at John, he was looking at me or turned and caught me staring at him. We would make eye contact and then he would just smile and turn away. I hung out with Stephanie mostly, but did mingle as expected, purposely avoiding John who quietly sat with his mother and my parents. We ate, drank and as time rolled on I was getting pretty buzzed, knowing I was well past a 6 pack on my beers.
About 9PM, Stephanie announced she was going home to shower and get ready for work, but not before warning me to slow down on the drinking. By then, I was already on my 7th or 8th beer and was getting pretty loopy. The party was dwindling down and I mingled some more after she left and then started giving my goodbyes about 10PM.
John went to the end of the driveway, away from whoever was left and waited for me to leave. As I neared him, he walked over to me and said, "Mom is getting tired and wanting to go, so I will be at your house at 11PM sharp, be ready and make damn sure to clean yourself out. I want a nice clean fresh ass. Got it?"
I just nodded and mumbled something back as I got in my car and headed off. I had barely gotten down the street when the implications of "cleaning myself out" sunk in. He meant he wanted me to give myself an enema, to be clean, and I had no idea what to do about that.
On the way home, I stopped at the Walgreens near my house, stumbled into the store and went straight to the personal hygiene section. I saw various rubber bulb style enema kits but my eye caught something else.
