My cousin Ganel, nicknamed Greg, moved into my mother’s home until he completed university, and she made me responsible for him making friends and settling.
Greg visited one weekend, and we planned to enjoy a few drinks before we headed to the gay club.
“You know it’s not illegal,” Greg said.
“What isn’t?”
“What we did. It’s not illegal to have sex with a cousin.”
“That’s convenient. You wouldn’t last an hour in prison. Your pretty ass would be the size of a watermelon.”
“Yeah, and what about your ass?”
“You can’t have my ass.”
“I never said I did. What I am saying is I’ll be here for the next four years. Surely, we can mess around. I won’t tell anyone.”
“What happened to your girlfriend?”
“We broke up. What’s the point if I’m not gonna see her?”
“What’s the point if you’re a little fag?”
“I’m not a fag. I like guys and girls.”
“So, you’re a bi fag?”
“Why are you so mean?”
“Because I want you to admit you’re gay. I’ve been where you are, and your life only starts when you’re honest with yourself.”
“No, I really like guys and girls. Can’t I like both?”
“We can mess around when you tell the truth.”
“I am telling the truth. Do you want me to lie?”
“Tell me, did you ever have sex with your girlfriend?”
“Ex-girlfriend and no.”
“Have you ever fucked a girl?”
“Um, no.”
“How many guys have fucked you?”
“Um, four. No five.”
“See, you’re a fag.”
“Nah. Girls are so much work. My ex was waiting for marriage. Guys are less complicated. I’m gonna marry a woman and have a family one day.”
“Bend over.”
“What?”
“Bend over, and I’ll fuck you right now.”
“You serious?”
“Five, four, three, two.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll bend over.”
Greg dropped his jeans. His ass fuller than I remembered, and his hole hairier.
“Please be gentle. I haven’t done this in a while,” Greg said.
I held poppers under his nose and lubed my cock.
“Why don’t you let me suck you first?” He said.
I thrust my dick into his ass and pulled his cheeks apart. I pounded his hole in quick strokes and shot inside him. With him wet, I eased in and out and enjoyed his wetness.
“That feels nice,” Greg said.
“Don’t talk. Just take it.”
I edged for several minutes and built to an enormous explosion that produced four wet farts, and then I pounded his ass hard. The sound of my abs clapping against his cheeks brought back fond memories, and I shot two more times.
“Jerk your cock and make yourself cum,” I said.
Greg complied, and his cum-soaked ass gripped my pole, and I eased in and out of him. His wetness tickled my head, and I shot again as he came, and his orgasm massaged my shaft.
“Your ass is so tight now,” I said and returned to pounding hard and clapping against his cheeks.
“It’s sore,” Greg said, and I placed poppers under his nose.
I pounded viciously, and he produced another wet fart as I finished.
When I withdrew, Greg’s gaping ass surprised me with him no longer a virgin. I admired my cum ring and teased my head in his hole. I dribbled my last orgasm shallow in his ass and admired my sticky blob of cum that smeared on his entrance.
On a quiet January evening, eight of us sat at the bar. A cute boy made eye contact and grinned, and we chatted before heading to the restrooms.
I held his arms against the wall, and we kissed passionately. I spun him around and ripped his jeans to his knees and caressed his neck. Spitting on my cock, I pushed into his wet, soft ass. The high-pitched moan he released intensified my excitement, and I blew inside him. With his ass wet, I fucked gently and caressed his neck and ear.
I reached for his cock and stroked, and his ass gripped around my shaft. I gently fucked him and enjoyed mini-orgasms, where I continued dribbling cum in him. His orgasm wrenched my cock, and I loved his wetness.
“I want to make you cum,” the twink said.
“Where must I cum?”
“Wherever you want.”
I pounded his ass hard and then slow and edged. He released two loud wet farts as I blew inside him.
I spun him around and kissed his mouth and neck as I rubbed my fingers into his creamy hole.
“Did you finish?” He asked.
“Didn’t you feel it?”
“Nah.”
“When you farted was when I came.”
“Oh, that’s what that was. Who’s that guy you’re here with? Is he your boyfriend?”
“He’s my cousin.”
“Later on, we should all play,” the twink said.
“Cool. I’ll ask him.”
I overheard Greg enter the bathroom with another guy, and they slipped into the stall next to ours.
“That’s my cousin with someone,” I whispered into the twink’s ear. “Let’s watch.”
I climbed on the toilet bowl and looked over the stall. Greg kissed a forty-year-old man.
“Do you have a condom?” Greg said.
“Yeah,” the guy replied.
Greg sucked, but I could not see the guy’s cock.
“Be gentle. I haven’t been fucked in a while,” Greg said. I rolled my eyes.
Greg turned, and the guy lubed Greg’s ass and then slipped his cock into him.
“The guy’s not wearing the condom,” I said. They looked up at me. “You’re welcome.”
The twink and I burst into laughter and returned to the bar. Greg returned seconds later.
“I can’t believe that guy,” Greg said.
“That’s what you get with old men,” I replied.
“What a jerk. I slapped him,” Greg added.
“I would have punched him,” I said.
“Hi, my name’s James,” the twink said to Greg. “I was in the stall next door and heard everything.”
“You were in the stall with Ricky?” Greg asked.
“Greg, this is James. James, I’m Ricky, and this is Greg,” I said.
“I was telling your cousin we should play together. You’re a nice-looking guy,” James replied.
“That’s unless, of course, you only like old men,” I added.
“Don’t be mean. We all get horny. I’m sure you’ve done worse,” James said to me. Greg and I burst into a fit of laughter. “Come on. Share the joke.”
“Let’s go back to my apartment,” I said.
“Yeah, I wanna go,” Greg said.
“I’m in,” James added.
