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“Fuck,” my cousin Dakota gasped, trying not to be loud as his cock erupted, spewing his warm load into my eager hole. We could hear our family downstairs, loudly conversing after Thanksgiving supper, taking a break before delving into pumpkin pie. The turkey wasn’t the only thing to get stuffed that day.

Dakota was my Texan cousin and the same age as me. He and his parents made the long drive from San Antonio to Tampa every Thanksgiving to be with me and my parents, our dads being brothers. From the time we were little, Dakota always shared my room for the three days that they were in town. As kids, we spent endless hours flopped on my bed playing the latest game from Nintendo or PlayStation. But now that we were grown up, we discovered a new game to play on the bed.

“Dude, check out my tattoo,” Dakota stripped off his shirt as we got ready for bed the night before Thanksgiving. The state of Texas was branded prominently on his left pec, the lone star emblazoned across his heart. “Dad said I had to wait until I was eighteen to get inked, so I got it on my birthday last month.”

“It’s really cool,” I admired it, reaching out to feel the tattoo upon his smooth pec, the fanning of dark hair on his chest barely sprouting between his pecs. “You and Texas,” I laughed.

“Everything’s bigger in Texas,” he winked, grabbing his prominent bulge.

The old adage was certainly true for Dakota—the boy had a big one. I had seen it many times on prior visits, having to shower and change in the same space with him. He certainly wasn’t shy about his endowment, and for good reason. I would have thought he would be more discreet about it when I came out to him as gay a few years prior, but it only emboldened Dakota more. I could tell he got off on knowing that I was ogling his big one, wanting it.

“You still seeing that girl?” I asked as we got into bed, reaching to turn off the lamp on the bed table. “What was her name?”

“Tiffany,” he answered. “Nah—we broke up.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he laughed. “I got too much dick between my legs to be tied down to one bitch.”

There was no arguing with that. We were then quiet for a few minutes, lying side by side in the dark. I rolled onto my side to face Dakota. His arms were propped behind his head, the moonlight illuminating his muscular body.

“How long since you had some pussy?”

“Uh—couple weeks maybe,” he shrugged. “Bit of a dry spell, but that happens.”

“You wanna fuck me?” I offered boldly. “I’m really tight.”

“Fuck no,” he spat. “I ain’t gay like you.”

“I know,” I acknowledged. “But a lot of straight guys have no problem with—”

“I said NO,” he interrupted forcefully. “I ain’t gonna fuck you. Now go to fucking sleep.”

The tension was palpable, both of us lying there in silence, staring at the ceiling. I didn’t regret offering up my ass to my cousin, as I had wanted to find the courage to do so for a long time. But now I feared I might have driven an irreparable wedge between us. My fears quickly proved to be unfounded.

“You wanna jack me?” he finally broke the silence. “I haven’t emptied the pipes since we left San Antonio three days ago.”

“Jesus,” I sat up. “Are you serious?”

“Fuck yes,” he replied, pushing down the bedsheet to his knees. “Have at it,” he invited, yanking down the waistband of his briefs and resting it below his ballsack, his nine-incher reaching for the ceiling.

Not wasting a moment before Dakota changed his mind, I reached out and grasped his big one, my hand unable to grip the entirely of his shaft. His rod was thicker than my wrist, and so I used two hands, one at the base of his shaft, the other up closer to his mushroom head.

“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled, as I began to stroke him up and down. “I can tell you’ve done this before.”

“Once or twice,” I laughed. “It’s the reason I always get invited on camping trips.”

“You bad boy,” he reached over and mussed my hair. “Tighter,” he directed me, wrapping his hand around mine, increasing the pressure on his shaft. “Yeah—just like that. You’re not gonna hurt me—it can take a beating.”

Call me greedy. Call me ungrateful. Though it was undoubtedly hot to be jerking off my hot, hung, straight cousin—I wanted more. I wanted to suck it. I wanted him to fuck me. And so I made a bold move. While still gripping his big one, jacking it slowly, I leaned over and took that fat head, dripping with precum, into my warm mouth.

“Nice try, fucker,” he pushed me off, his meaty paw making contact with my forehead. “I’m not gonna let you suck me.”

“Dude,” I protested feebly, his big dick still in my grasp. “What’s the difference between letting me jack you and letting me suck you?”

“It crosses a line,” he informed me. “It ain’t gay to get a handjob. Jesus, that’s means nothing. But sticking my dick in you—that’s fucking gay, bro.”

“Fine,” I acquiesced, knowing it was pointless to argue with his deluded sense of what was and was not gay. “Will you at least shoot in my mouth? I really want to taste your load.”

“You’re so fucking dirty,” he laughed. “I ain’t putting my dick near your mouth. You’ll just try to suck me. But you can aim my load up my chest and lick it off. That work?”

“Sure,” I agreed, eager to get something out of the negotiation, even if his cock wasn’t going down my throat or up my ass.

Deftly, I went back to work, stroking that big dick vigorously. Jerking him was so much more work than jacking my own cock, given his length and girth. My biceps were already starting to hurt, my forearms burning. Thankfully, that pent-up load meant that Dakota was not going to last long.

“Fuck that feels good,” he moaned, his arms propped behind his head once more, his balls tightening. “Yeah—right there. Jesus, that’s good. You keep that up and I’m gonna—I’m gonna—Fuck, bro—I’m about to—FUCK—SHIT.”

Quickly, I angled his big dick up towards his chest and watched in awe as Dakota delivered a porn-worthy money shot. The first shot of his white gold discharged from his swollen cock and arched over his abs, splatting all over his chest. Rope after rope of his cum continued to fly, coating the state of Texas, and draining into the furry valley between his pecs, running into the cum gutters of his abs.

“Fuck, that was good,” he exhaled, his big one slowly going soft in my grip. “Damn,” he exclaimed, looking down at his chest and abs, glistening with pearly luminescence in the moonlight. “Looks like you’ve got a big mess to clean up.”

I quickly dove into his chest with my tongue, slurping up his creamy goodness. Jesus, it tasted good.

“Yeah, eat my cum,” he directed, his hands on my head. “You like how it tastes, you dirty fucker?”

“Fucking delicious,” I replied, licking my lips, savoring his manly ambrosia.

“Alright—I’m beat,” Dakota promptly called an end to the fun, stuffing his spent cock back into his briefs, pulling up the sheet. “Goodnight.”

I returned his nocturnal wishes, and then rolled over onto my side. I was just about to fall asleep, blissfully happy to know that Dakota’s load was swimming in my belly, when I felt his arm upon my shoulder, his lips pressed near my cheek.

“Play your cards right,” he whispered, his breath hot at my ear, “and maybe I’ll let you suck me off tomorrow.”

Thanksgiving day was a blur, our house filled with even more relatives. Thanks to my cock-block mom, I barely saw Dakota. While he enjoyed the Macy’s parade and a lively game of touch football in the backyard with some of our other cousins, I was too busy being ordered around—snapping green beans for the casserole, peeling potatoes, putting the extra leaves in the dining room table, ironing the table cloth and napkins, polishing the silver, and lifting the turkey in and out of the oven multiple times so my mom could check its internal temperature.

My internal temperature spiked each time I got a glimpse of Dakota, my mind reeling at the possibility of sucking him off that night. By the time we sat down for Thanksgiving dinner with the family, Dakota seated next to me in the dining room, I was horny as fuck. I didn’t know how I was going to get through the meal without crawling under the table and sucking him off in front of the entire family.

Dakota didn’t make things any easier for me. Halfway through the meal, as Uncle Clyde told a boring story about nearly shooting off his foot while duck hunting, Dakota reached over and grabbed my hand from under the table. Deftly, without drawing any attention, he placed my open palm upon his hard cock, straining through his jeans. And as the family laughed in unison at the conclusion of Uncle Clyde’s tale, Dakota leaned into my ear and whispered, “I want to fuck you—now.”

Thankfully, the meal ended moments later, my mom announcing that we would take an hour pause before pumpkin pie to allow her and my aunts to clear off the table, start the dishwasher, and make coffee. Dakota and I raced upstairs, quickly locking ourselves into my room.

“Face down on the bed,” Dakota ordered me as we stripped out of our clothes. “You got any lube?”

“Yeah,” I reached into my bed table and retrieved my trusty bottle of Astroglide, tossing it to Dakota. “You’re going to need to use a lot of it, bro. You’re hung as fuck.”

“Sure thing,” he winked, slathering his cock generously. “I take it you’ve done this before?” he asked. “Taken a cock up your ass?”

“Yeah—once or twice,” I laughed. “Just one more reason I often get invited on camping trips.”

“You cock slut,” he smacked my ass, climbing between my legs, preparing to mount my ass from behind. “You want this big dick up your ass?” he teased, pushing the tip of his cock against the pink folds of my cunt.

“Yes,” I exhaled, his cock breaching my sphincter. “Push it in me—get its all the way up there.”

“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled, going balls deep in me. “Shit, bro. No bitch has ever taken all of me before.”

“You’re a lot to take,” I winced, willing myself to not scream as he stretched my sphincter to the max.

“You ever taken one as big as mine?” asked Dakota, his big one gliding in and out of me, routing my depths.

“No,” I admitted, the initial shock to my hole wearing off, his big dick beginning to feel good inside of me. “You’re the biggest by far.”

“Yeah—I hear that a lot,” he boasted, smacking my ass, picking up the pace. “Fuck you’re tight,” he marveled. “I ain’t ever fucked a bitch that was this tight—not even virgins.”

“I told you I’m tight, bro,” I teased, twerking my ass on his rod. “The straight guys who fuck me always tell me that ass is way better than pussy.”

“They ain’t lying,” Dakota laughed, slamming his weight into me as he began to pick up the pace, his rhythm and pace building. “Shit, this cunt is good.”

His cock was like a jackhammer in me, ramming harder and harder with each thrust, his balls smacking the back of my ass. I could tell he was trying not to be too loud, but there is only so much one can do to negate the telltale sounds of fucking. Thankfully, it was going to be a quick ride.

“I’m already feeling close, bro,” Dakota announced urgently. “You good if I dump in you?”

“Fuck yeah,” I exclaimed eagerly. “Fucking seed my hole.”

Dakota initiated a quick series of thrusts, his full weight upon me, the bed straining under us. I could feel his cock swelling inside of me, pushing deeper as his throbbing balls pressed up against my hole. His breathing began to quicken, his body quaking uncontrollably above me.

“Fuck,” my cousin gasped, trying not to be loud as his cock erupted, spewing his warm load into my eager hole. “Fuck—Fuck—Fuck,” he grunted softly, as his big dick pulsed in my depths, flooding my void with his warm seed.

He collapsed upon me, our bodies melded, as his cock finished emptying inside me. Slowly, his breathing returned to normal, his cheek pressed against mine. I reveled in this new bond that had been forged between us. Suddenly, I was pulled back to reality, the sound of Aunt Rita laughing loudly downstairs, the clink of glasses and dishes in the kitchen.

“We better get downstairs,” Dakota pulled out of me abruptly, his warm load escaping from my gaping hole, running down the back of my ballsack. “I don’t want to get busted fucking you.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “You go ahead, and I’ll be down in a few minutes. You’ve kind of made a mess of me.”

“Yeah,” he laughed, pulling on his shirt and stuffing his wet cock into his shorts.

From the bed, I watched as Dakota unlocked and opened the door. “Dad?” he gasped, discovering his dad, my Uncle Clyde, standing in the doorway, his arms crossed defiantly as he looked in upon my naked, ravaged body on the bed. “Dad—we were—uh—we were just—” Dakota began to stammer.

“I heard every bit of what you two were doing,” my uncle cut him off. “Now go downstairs, Dakota, and help your mom put out the dessert plates. I need to have a little chat with my nephew.”

Dakota nodded sheepishly and headed downstairs, as Uncle Clyde stepped into my room, closing the door behind him. I was mortified, fearful that Clyde was going to rage at me for giving up my ass to his son.

“Please don’t overreact, Uncle Clyde,” I pleaded, scrambling to cover myself with the bedsheet. “Let’s be calm about this. How about we go downstairs and have a slice of pumpkin pie, and we can talk about this later once you’ve calmed down?”

“Pumpkin pie?” he laughed, undoing his pants, pulling out a massive cock that was identical to Dakota’s in every way, my hole twitching in eager anticipation. “The only pie I want is some of your pussy pie. Now be a good boy and open those legs for me. I’ve got a big load that I plan to dump in your sloppy cunt.”

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.