I never really got along with my older cousin, Garrett. Growing up, we took two very different paths: he was a straight redneck who could get laid whenever he wantedâI was the gay nerd who didnât really have much in regards to my social skills. So when my parents said I should spend the summer with him while I look for a job in the cityâŠI was less than thrilled. Sure, itâd give me time to get familiar with the city near him & start building a life there. I have to be honest, the only reason I agreed though was thinking of finding new guys to have sex with. There are very few things that will stroke your ego more than being a new guy in a new city.
When the Friday finally came, I had everything Iâd need for the next few months loaded into my pickup (the only thing we have in common is our love of a good pickup truck). After a few quick hugs goodbye & promises to call my parents, I was on the road to tackle the 9 hour drive.
The drive was mostly uneventful. I tried my luck at some truck stops but didnât find anyone to suck off or fuck me, so I kept driving along. I made good enough time, managing to get to my cousinâs house just after 10pm. As soon as I turned off the engine, the front door opened up on my cousinâs small 2 bedroom house. From the outside, it wasnât special, but it was going to be a roof over my head so I wasnât going to complain too much.
I saw the silhouette of him come through his door and down his front porch. He was wearing his jeans, a cut off tee, and his boots. Even this late, he didnât want to take them off, heâs been that way with his boots ever since I can remember.
âCousân! Get on over here! Let me wrap my arms around your scrawny neck!â He said, loud enough for me to be worried someone would hear before I realized his nearest neighbors were only small lights out in the distance. I guess thatâs country living.
As he approached me, he wrapped me in his arms, and I could smell the beer & tobacco on him. He may not be drunk yet, but he certainly was getting close.
I pulled myself away from him, âthanks for letting me stay here while I find a place in the city & get a job. I promise to take up as little space as possible and not be a burden, youâll barely know I am even here.â This was true too, I didnât plan on spending much time at his house. The sooner I could get to work & find my own place, the better.
Garrett swayed slightly, and wrapped one of his arms around my shoulders as he started ushering me towards his house. I tried to resist, protesting that I needed to get some stuff out of my pickup.
âDonât worry about it. Itâll be there tomorrow, and youâve been driving all day. How about you hand me one or two bags you need tonight & we can get the rest tomorrow. Deal?â His words were only slightly slurred, and only if you were used to his southern accent.
As I handed him a bag with some pajamas and toiletries, I made note that heâd never been this cordial with me, it was almost always tense or awkward, even when heâs been drinking. I shrugged it off and assumed maybe heâd changed over the last year or two since Iâd seen him.
When he shut & locked the door behind us, he tossed my bag down & flopped himself onto his couch, his arms raised at his side, âwelcome to my humble abode, cousân. It ainât much, but itâs mine.â I could almost see the pride in his eyes as he said it, âtomorrow, Iâll give you the grand tour. But first, why donât you go grab us both a beer and letâs catch up,â he pointed to his kitchen, and flipped on his TV & game console while I went to grab the beers.
Midnight quickly rolled around, Garrett was halfway through a pack of cigarettes heâd opened when we started drinking, and it didnât even feel like Iâd drove all day and been drinking. Garrett and I got along better than I expected, and I felt more and more comfortable with him, to the point we both discussed our dating and sex lives (his was wild, mine was practically non-existent).
âFuck, man, I forgot to make your bed for ya,â Garrett said like heâd been startled out of a daze.
âItâs fine, I can sleep on the couch tonight, I donât mindâ I told him, and I really didnât. With the drinking we were doing, Iâd sleep the same on the ground outside as I would a bed.
âNoooo,â he said, reaching over and wrapping his arm around my shoulder like he did when I first got here, âthatâs not very polite of me,â his words slurring a bit more ,âwhy donât you just sleep in my bedâ he finished off, looking proud he came up with the solution to a problem I didnât think we really had.
âIâm serious, I donât mind, and I wouldnât sleep well knowing I was in your bed and you were on the couch,â I offered up to him to protest his idea.
âWho said I would be on the couch? Itâs a full size mattressâŠit may be a snug fit but we can do it. I donât mind. I promise,â he offered his pinky to me waiting for me to take his pinky promise.
I sighed, rolled my eyes, and grabbed his pinky with mine. After a few more shots & me realizing it was almost 4am, I forced myself off the couch to go to bed before I realized I had no idea which room was his and didnât want to look stupid.
âHere, follow me, kid.â He slurred as he got off the couch, and grabbed my hand while we went towards his room. The only thing lit up was a small lamp on his bedside table & a few random pieces of technology with a blinking or steady light to show it was plugged in.
He shut his door & I just stood there, suddenly more awkward than when Iâd first arrived. I looked between the bed & Garrett, and was about to chicken out and just insist on sleeping on the couch.
âThat side there is mine, you can sleep on the other side. You should consider yourself lucky,â he winked at me âIâve not ever let a woman sleep in bed with me overnight. Iâm a fan of cumming then going,â he said with a tone of humor, leaving me unsure if he was serious or joking.
Since Iâd already changed into my tank top & gym shorts earlier for pajamas, I awkwardly walked to the side of the bed he said was mine, and realized as Iâd pulled the blanket back, he barely even had a thin sheet underneath. He really did not care what anyone would think about his way of living, and I could tell just from his bedding.
When I laid down, I could almost feel his musk waft from the pillow I was birding and from under the blanket, and he wasnât even in bed yet. Normally, I donât find myself attracted to a manâs musk like some guys I know, they practically salivate. But something about Garrettâs smell was making it easier for me to relax and feel less awkward. As I lost myself in admiring how his room smelled like him, I felt him get in bed with me, and pulled the blanket on top of himself. Suddenly, the heat under the blanket felt like it was 1000 degrees warmer than it was.
âGoodnight cousân, n welcome home,â Garrett slurred out as he rolled over onto his side facing me, and quickly fell asleep.
I laid on that mattress for what felt like an eternity. I was overwhelmed with thoughts: the way Garrett smelt, the way his musk made me horny, the fact he was my cousin, the fact Iâm sharing a bed with him, and then the tent in my shorts. As I was lost in my thoughts, staring at the back of my eyelids, I felt Garrett stir for the first time in what felt like hours. I kept my eyes shut, breathing steady, trying to not seem like I was still awake.
I felt the blanket get pulled slightly his way as I felt him lean over his side of the bed, he rustled with something in his nightstand, I heard a familiar sound as a bottle of lube opened up, and he grabbed his hand towel he used as a cum rag multiples times each day.
âWhat he wonât know wonât hurt him,â I heard him mumble under his breath while he started stroking his cock. Just from the length of the rhythm, I started to imagine what his cock looked like.
Thatâs how we stayed: I kept my eyes closed and breathing even, my cousin jerked off until he shot his load all over his cum rag, eventually putting everything back in the drawer in his bedside table. Then it was back to silence.
I managed to slowly drift into and out of a restless sleep, finding myself rolled over on either side as I kept waking up.
âYou know if you took your clothes off, youâd sleep better,â I heard Garrett say, âI know youâve been tossinâ and turninâ. Itâs what helps me if I canât sleep. Weâre family, I ainât gonna judge you.â He offered up as he rolled back over, his back facing me, and I heard him quickly go back to snoring.
Reluctantly, I agreed, and took off my clothes while in his bed. Wouldnât you know it, he was right, I quickly felt myself get pulled into sleep.
I felt myself skim a sense of waking up, just enough to have noticed Garrett was holding onto me, wrapping his arms around me as a big spoon, and I could feel his cock pressed against me, firm & warm. I tried not to react, tried to stay still, but feeling him pressed against me was forcing my cock to leak precum. I hoped itâd dry on his sheets by the time we got out of bed. Then I drifted off again, relaxing into his arms.
I was startled from my sleep, without warning. As my brain tried to assess the situation, I could feel myself still wrapped in Garrettâs armsâŠthey were tighter though, like they were trying to squeeze the air out of me. I also felt his cock, it was in between my cheeks, his cock pressed against my hole. In my panic, I froze, and my body went stiff.
âGood, I like it when theyâre awake while I shred their fucking holes,â I heard him growl into my ear as his cock slammed itself into my hole, Garrett quickly covering my mouth with one hand, and pulling me to him with the other.
I started to fight back, squirming and trying to wiggle away, but he kept a firm grab on me, making sure even if I managed to put some distance between our bodies that his cock head never left my hole. Eventually, he wore me out, I couldnât keep trying to get away, and for a moment he pulled me all the way back to him, his hands wrapping around my throat.
âIâm going to fuck you, and Iâm going to make sure you understand one thing. I donât like you, I donât even want to know your name, but I do want to own you, I do want you addicted to my cock, and I do want you to give up any hopes of a life and be my whore.â His words wrapped around me like a noose, squeezing me tighter and tighter.
He gently rocked, slowly thrusting in and out of me, getting my hole to open up more.
âIâm going to slam the rest of my cock into your hole. Iâm doing it in one thrust. Scream, yell, try to run away. No one else will hear you.â Being true to his word, Garrett slammed the rest of his cock into me, suddenly I could feel his pubes against my hole.
I could feel a scream stuck in my throat, tears streaming down my face, and then he pulled almost all the way out before bottoming out in me again.
Garrett fucked me without any regard for me or my pleasure. He choked me, slapped me, and fucked me harder then Iâd ever been. He didnât stopâŠbut my tears did. I stopped wanting it to stop, and wanted it to keep going. I felt a warmth fill me up, and pressure building around my cock, as the feeling felt like it was about to be too much, Garrett slammed his cock all the way in and then stopped.
âIâm going to pull out. Youâre going to move from being on your side to being on your back. Donât say anything. Just move.â And without hesitation, he pulled his cock out in one move, leaving my hole empty.
I obeyed. Rolling over onto my back as Garret got between my legs, and placed them on his shoulder.
âI felt what you were experiencing. It felt good. Itâll feel good again, but itâs gonna hurt at first.â His eyes held a sadistic joy in them as he went from his cock pressed against my hole to his bush pressed against my cheeks. I couldnât stop it, I screamed
As my mouth was open, my cousin hocked a loogie down my throat, and I swallowed without even being told to.
âGood boy, such an eager little cousin. You always were the golden child of all us kids,â he pulled out and started gently going all the way in, and all the way out, with slow methodical rocking motions.
His momentum picked up. His eyes stared at me, sweat dripping down onto my face, his musk so thick in the air I could almost taste it, his breath reeking of alcohol. It all added up again to that new sensation. I felt warm, then a pressure.
âGarrâGarrettâplease stop. I think Iâm gonnaâgonna piss if you keepâplease,â I begged, starting to feel overwhelmed with a mix of pleasure and humiliation.
âLet it out, fag. Or Iâll fuck it out of you,â he spit down at me as he picked up his pace and intensity.
âFuckâpleaseâplease Garrettâfuckââ my words between heavy breaths
âPlease what? Fuck what? Huh, faggot?â His words were become more cruel, more degrading in tone.
âPleaseâfuckâdonâtâdonât stopââ as Garrett finally fucked the piss out of me, and kept his pace.
The orgasm that washed over me was overwhelming, I couldnât do anything other than babble as he fucked me and got me to orgasm over and over from beating my prostate.
âIâm glad you got yours. Now beg me to breed you.â He barked
âPlease breed me, Garrett. Fuck, please breed me, pleaseâplease Sir,â I let out between moans.
His hands gripped tightly around my throat, and he ordered me to jerk off.
I did, all the while trying to beg for him to breed me and fighting to breathe. Finally, I felt my cock erupt and blow all over my chest, and with my load went any pleasure I was getting as I wanted him out of me.
âNow itâs my turn,â and he fucked me with a ferocity he had reserved for this moment, as my vision started to blur, tears forming again, I felt a different warmth inside me as Garrett shot rope after rope of his DNA into me. When he was done, he pressed down against me, and relaxed his body. âYou just wait about 5 minutes and we will go for round 2. Donât beg or plead. Itâs happeningâ
He was right, he fucked 3 loads into me somehow within a few hours. By the time he was done, the sun was rising & birds were chirping.
âWeâre turning that guest room into a dungeon. Youâre sleeping here every night. Later, weâre going to go get you a chastity cage. But first, letâs grab a little more sleep,â he whispered into my ear as he held me from behind, his cock head slowly sliding back into my hole again.