Cousin Brandon

Alex left his last class early, to stop by his cousin's job, to pick up a key for the truck he was borrowing, to move some stuff from his dorm, two hours away. No one offered to help, but his cousin Brandon was always the last resort, and always came through. Their moms were step sisters, and their association was hanging by a thread, but Brandon always posted on socials about being available to help anyone who was family, so Alex always ended up reaching out. They didn't really even know each other, but it was someone he could rely on, in one way or another.

So with the task at hand, and a deadline of Friday, he had no choice, but to rush over, and swap cars with Brandon. He pulled up to the gate of the manufacturing plant, and showed his I.D. to the guard, who checked the visitor list, and opened the gate. He drove down a couple lanes, finding the right lot number, and parked, getting out, and finding the nearest lot taxi, and jumped on. The taxi pulled up, and a small group of men stood around, smoking. They were covered in soot, and most had on zip front jumpers, and hard hats. He walked toward the entrance, as one of the men approached him. "Yeah, you can't go in there bud, that's for employees only." "Oh, I'm looking for my cousin Brandon. We're supposed to switch keys." "Oh? Brandon Thompson?" "Yeah! Do you work with him?" "Shit no, but he's in the next pod over, bud. Here, just come with me. I'm Tony by the way."

Tony was a younger guy, with chin straps, and a thin mustache. He seemed more on the fit side, and aside form the dark soot covering every bit of visible skin, he had piercing blue eyes, and a strong brow line. He hall smiled at Alex, as he led him through a crowded break area. "Nice to meetcha bud." Alex nodded, and followed him through, catching glimpses from the room full of soot covered workers. He spotted a couple women, but they were all wearing uniforms, and hard hats. He recalled a few conversations his Mom had about the working conditions, and the risk of cancer and respiratory infections associated with working at the plant.

They walked down a second hall, with another door scan, and Tony swiped his badge again. Alex noticed a heat wave, as they crossed the door frame, and as they turned down another hall, he realized they were in the men's locker room. He swallowed hard, and held his breath for a moment, as they walked through aisles and aisles of wooden benches and metal lockers. Men of all shapes and sizes, and sizes, were naked, toweling off, or changing. He had a flash back to his first day showering on campus, in the open locker room, except these were full grown, fully developed men. Real men. His mouth was dry, and he tried to swallow, but nothing happened. He as starting to get a hardon in his jeans, but kept a steady gaze, straight ahead, occasionally glancing about the enormous room. They walked past the last row of lockers, and there was the open shower area. Every spout was occupied, and Alex couldn't believe how hot these men were. Some were still covered in soot, and others had partially visible flesh.

He tried not to stare, but they were all in great shape. One guy in particular caught his attention, facing toward the tiled wall. He had long reddish brown hair, that fell just below his muscular shoulder blades, with a deep back line, and firm ass, with a trail of dark hair spreading from the crack, with a thick tan line that started just above the hairy crack, and ended just above the knees. He had arm band tattoos, and a mermaid on the back of his left calf. The water had washed away any signs of soot, and his body seemed statuesque, under the steady flow of the steamy shower stream.

"Hey Brandon!" Tony called into the crowd of men, who seemed to part ways, as the one guy Alex was staring at turned around. Fuck, it was his cousin. Brandon swiped the hair from his face, squinting hard, and then shut the shower off, and walked toward them. "Holy shit, Alex? What the fuck, Cuz? I didn't know you'd be like here, here." His chest was strong, and his abs were faint, and covered with hair. His dick was average, but symmetrical, and his curly pubes were soaked, and covered most of the shaft, and balls. He had a scorpion tattoo that encased his belly button, and the lower half and tail disappeared in his pubes. He scowled at Tony, "you just had to bring him in here?" "No one gives a fuck Brandon, he seen plenty before, I'm sure. Brandon says you're the queer one?" Tony looked Alex up and down. "Fuck outta here Tony." Brandon shoved Tony, playfully, and walked past Alex, who stood there, with half the eyes of a dozen naked guys, stared him down.

He awkwardly turned, and tried to find where Brandon went. Most of the men in the locker room, just stood around, naked. He secretly wished he worked at a place like this, but would probably end up with an ass kicking, or shunned from the locker room. He walked down a couple more aisles, until he heard, "Alex, here." He turned, and saw Brandon standing by an open locker, holding a towel over his groin, still soaked. "Here's my truck key." "Oh, thanks, here's my car key." "You get a new car, or what?" He held the fob up. "No, I've always had it." "Shit, I wish I was an only child." Alex rolled his eyes. "Thanks Cuz." "Yeah, your'e welcome little Cuz." He looked past Alex, and nodded, as Tony came over. "Alright bud, I can show you back out." Tony led the way through the locker room, again, as Alex took one more longing look around, at all the man meat.

He was still hard, as they left the building, into a cloud of smoke, from the gathering of men and women. He thanked Tony, who took his hand, and shook it, not letting go immediately. "Hey bud, don't let him be too hard on you." Tony winked, and let his finger tips slide off Alex's hands. "I won't," Alex faked a smile, and clumsily walked down to where the taxis waited. He found Brandon's truck right away, quickly getting in. It smelled of soot and body odor. "Gross." He looked around, finding the start button, and quickly rolled the windows down. He found his way out of the parking lot, and navigated toward college. 

He walked in, as his roommate Matt was picking up his last box of clothes. "Hey roomie." "Dude! I'm glad I waited." Matt gave him a deep hug, and pulled back, kissing Alex on the lips. "It's just a few months. I'll miss you, but I hope you have a good Summer." "Yeah, you too. And...just don't feel pressured, ok?" "No, I promise you, I won't. All in due time." He grabbed Alex's ass, playfully. "One last one, before I leave." They both laughed, and Matt picked up his box, and walked out. Alex was blushing, as he picked up a box, and headed out toward the stairs. 

He finished loading the truck, in an hour, and headed back to the city. He was so tired, when he got to Brandon's, slowly backing the truck into the garage, and locked it, and the door, and went up the back porch. He let himself in, and heard country music blasting from the basement. He walked down the steps, hearing moaning and groaning, seeing a porn playing on a very large screen, and Brandon, standing full on naked, in front of the TV. He was jerking away, covered in sweat, his hair pulled up in a. man bun, muscles flexing, and a cigarette burning in an ash tray on the coffee table behind him. Alex crept back up the stairs, and squatted down to watch. "Holy fuck," he whispered out loud. 

Even with the music blaring, he could hear Brandon cursing, and grunting. The woman on the movie was clearly over acting, and the man with the big dick, fucking her, looked drugged, and over paid. He rolled his eyes, and focused his attention back on Brandon, who was really going at it. He kept spitting in his fist, and stroking his dick shaft, while he held the base with his other hand. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Brandon leaned back, tilting his head back, and shot out a few gobs of cum, splattering them on the plasma screen. "God damnit!" He kept stroking, letting go with his other hand, and using it to grab, and rub his chest. He let go of his dick, which flopped down, almost immediately softening. 

Alex quickly, and quietly scooted up the last two steps, and walked down the hall to the bathroom. He sat on the toilet, and waited a few minutes. Before he even heard footsteps, the bathroom door opened, and in walked Brandon, in all his glory, covered in sweat, and cum dripping from his dick head, his bushy pubes plastered to his skin. The scorpion practically in his face. "What the! Alex, what the fuck?!" Brandon stared at him in disbelief, and then cupped his hands over his dick, and turned and shut the door. Alex could hear him stomping up the stairs, to the second level. He covered his face, and leaned on his elbows. He was excited, overwhelmed, embarrassed, and shocked, all at once. He waited a few more minutes, hearing slightly softer steps down the stairs, and toward the door.

Brandon knocked lightly, and asked "can I come in?" "Yeah, it's your house, Cuz." Brandon opened the door, wearing a pair of boxers, and moccasins, and leaned against the frame. "I'm sorry I blew up at you. It's been a rough day, and I came home and worked out, and blew off some steam, and I just wasn't expecting to see you." "I know. I'm so fucking tired, I just let myself in, thinking I'd just crash here tonight." "Fuck yeah, you can stay here, Cuz. No biggie." He half smiled at Alex, pulling his hair tie out, letting the sweaty locks fall to his shoulders. "I'm not even mad, just surprised is all. Alex noticed a dark spot had formed in Brandon's boxers. Brandon shuffled past him, and started the shower up. 'I'm glad you made it back, and I'm happy to help. I just need to shower and clean up, and then we can hangout, cool?" "Yeah, cool." Alex got up, and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He went out to the living room, and sat on the couch, checking his phone over, and looked for apartments in the area, out of curiosity. They were over priced, and showed a severe lack in updates.

The bathroom door opened, and Brandon walked out, with a towel wrapped around his waist. "Just curious, did you see anything, while I was..." "Yeah, sorry." "No, I figured. I just thought I'd ask, cause it's my dumb ass that was blaring music, not paying attention. I'm not really like that, usually, I was just blowing off steam, and needed to blow a load." "Yeah, no, it's normal. I do it all the time." "Yeah, I suppose you do," Brandon nervously laughed. "I think Tony likes you, by the way. He was asking all sorts of questions about you, and I didn't know what to say, cause I honestly don't know that much about you, other than you're gay." "Oh, really? He seems nice." "Yeah, no he's an asshole. He's got a big dick though, so you might like that." "Cause all gay guys like big dicks?" "No, no, fuck, that's not what I meant. I was kind of like teasing, like, ok if you tried to set me up with a chick, you'd be like oh she's got great tits, and a thick ass, just like you like." "I probably wouldn't though." "Ok, yeah, that's a bad comparison. So anyway, I gave him your number, if that's cool? He looks like shit at work, but I'm sure he cleans up nicely." 'Ok, thanks." 

Alex wasn't annoyed, but it was sweet in a way. Tony seemed polite enough, and who knows what he looked like under all that soot, and canvased cotton uniform. Brandon stood awkwardly for a minute, and then pointed toward the stairs. "I'm, going to put some clothes on. Do you need anything for bed?" "Yeah, that would be great." "Ok, come up and help yourself, I'm not sure what you'll need." Alex got up, and followed Brandon up the narrow stair case, to his room, which was basically the entire upper level. He had a small set of weights, and a squat rack in the corner, with a thick mat, and a set of dumbbells. His bed was huge, and there was another TV mounted to the wall, with large speakers hanging off the peaked ceiling on either side. There were a couple rolling racks of dressier clothes, and two dressers against the wall, that the single window was on. Brandon dropped the towel on the floor by his bed, and went to the drawers, rummaging through.

He pulled out a couple pair of boxers, and turned, tossing a pair to Alex, and quickly pulling the other pair on. His hair was still wet, as he pulled it up, knotting it on top of his head. He turned the tv on, jumping up into bed, and patting the spot next to him. "Hop on up Cuz. You like the food network?" "Yeah, sure," Alex took his shirt off, and unbuttoned his jeans, slipping the boxers up over his briefs. "You've always been the smallest cousin," Brandon poked his stomach, as he scooted in next to him. "Yeah, it's obviously my Dad's side." "Well, you know we're not actually related though, right?" "Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Your family is all so big." "And fucking gingers, I swear. Thank God I got the darker red though." Brandon tucked a couple loose hairs behind his ears. "I'm actually fuckin beat, I'm probably just going to crash. You can stay up if you want though, Cuz." 

Brandon slipped under the covers, and turned away from Alex. Alex waited awhile, then changed the TV to VH1, and watched some lame reality show, nodding off quickly, and crashing. He woke up the next morning, spooning Brandon, and after realizing it, slid away, and turned toward the stairs. "Good morning." He looked over his shoulder, at Brandon, also looking over his shoulder. "Hey, sorry, I didn't realize I was..." "Cuddling?" Brandon laughed, and turned over, facing Alex. "No, it's cute, really. Just messing with you. It gets fucking cold up here overnight. I should've offered you a sweatshirt or something. "Nah, I'm good, honestly." "Really? Cause your nips could cut glass." Brandon reached over, and pinched Alex's nipple. "Fucker." "So do you want breakfast or anything? I'm not a cook, but I have cereal and bread." "Yeah, that would be great." "Fuck yeah." 

Brandon got off the bed, his dick poking out of the boxer leg, rock hard, and pulling the material up. "Aw shit, he's ready for more. Fucker." Brandon tried to pull the material, to cover his dick, but it was no use. "Fuck it." He walked around the bed, dick swaying under the thin layer of material, and shrugged at Alex, as he went downstairs. Alex got out of bed, and put the boxers at the foot of the bed, getting his jeans and shirt back on. He went downstairs, and to the kitchen, where Brandon was standing in front of the refrigerator, his dick, proudly tenting in his boxers. He pulled out milk, and turned, handing it to Alex. He went to another cupboard and got out a few boxes of cereal. "Here are your options, Cuz." He pulled out a couple spoons, and got a couple bowls out, putting them out on the table. He sat down next to Alex, who kept glancing down, noticing Brandon's dick peeking out of the leg opening.

"You keep gawking like that, I'm going to give you something to look at, Cuz." Alex swallowed hard, and looked up. "Oh, sorry." "I'm cool with it, but if I didn't know any better, I'd say you liked what you saw last night." Brandon winked at him, and poured some milk on his cereal. He started eating, still talking. "You jack off a lot?" "No, not really." Alex too a big bite. "Really? When I was your age, I jacked off like three, four times a day." Brandon rolled his eyes, and shook his head, smiling. "I couldn't keep my hands off my meat." He reached down with his free hand, and grabbed his dick, waving it back and forth through the material. "Literally, I came so much, I'm surprised I have any juice left."

They finished eating, and Brandon stood up, still hard, and cleared the table, putting everything in the sink, and walked past Alex to the basement, clomping down the stairs. Alex waited a moment, and hear Brandon calling him down. He got up, and went downstairs, to see Brandon naked, again, standing in front o fate tv. "You see this?" Brandon pointed at the cum stains, splattered across the screen. "This is like half a load I could've shot when I was your age, Cuz." He started stroking his dick, again. "I fucking loved it. Every minute of being young. I fucked so many girls, and had so many blow jobs. I blew so many fucking loads, shit." He staggered back, wiping his hair from his face. He almost looked intoxicated, and Alex was wondering what to do, if he actually fell over.

"Fuck, I used to stand in front of the mirror, and just jerk of for hours, watching myself." His breathing was heavy, and his eyes kept rolling back in his head. "I... shit, I can't do it as much, fuck....anymore." Brandon was breathing a little heavier, and slowed his strokes. His dick was dark red, and his body was starting to sweat. "This....one girl....fuck." He grabbed his balls with his other hand, methodically pulling at each one, and then circling his finger and thumb in a. ring, around both balls, tightening his grip, and pushing them together, while he stroked the shaft with the other. "She....oh...fuck. she....said I was the best fuck....she ever had....but I....shit." He stopped stroking for a second. "I always ended up humming in her ass, so I wouldn't get her pregnant," he smiled, and shook his head. "Fuck."

Brandon started stroking again, while Alex held onto the railing, wishing for something to happen, to distract from what was happening, but he just stood there, gazing at his beast of a cousin. "I loved to fuck her quickly, and then slowly up the ass." Brandon was quickening his strokes, pulling his balls tightly, away from the shaft. "I even fucked a dude once....in....the ass.....fuck.....he was....so tight." Brandon staggered toward the TV, quickening his pace. "He used to dress as a woman, and I'd fuck him in the ass like one, fuck!" Brandon started shooting his load across the TV screen again, aiming his dick back and forth, the hot, milk like spunk, splattering in gobs against the black plasma, slowly dribbling down to the frame. He stepped back, and sat on the coffee table, dropping his head down, breathing deeply, and started to cry.

Alex walked over, sitting next to him, putting his arm over Brandon's shoulder. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm losing my fucking mind, Cuz." "It's ok, shh...don't even worry about it, I won't tell anyone." Brandon was softly crying, his head resting on Alex's shoulder. "Fuck it, I'm sorry Cuz." "No, I'm sorry. If I hadn't snuck in last night, none of this would even be happening." "No, no, you're wrong. It's me. I think I'm gay, and I just haven't told anyone." "You're fine. It's not their business, if you are or aren't." "No, but I want to tell people, I just haven't. it's so fucked up Cuz." "No, it's not. It's called the world we live in. It sucks ass." "Yeah, it does." Brandon leaned in, and kissed Alex's lips. "God damn, your lips are so soft. You should be kissed more often." "I'm....No, I don't really. I'm fine." "No, Cuz, I'm saying, you should." He kissed him again, and put his arms around Alex's neck. "So soft. I love you." "I love you too."

They hugged for almost half an hour, without saying a word. Brandon's sweat had soaked through Alex's t shirt, and his tears had seeped down Alex's shoulders and back. It was a strange moment. He longed for this type of exchange, but the idea that they were cousins, but not related, was weird. He stared at the streaks of cum on the TV screen in front of him, and wondered what the actual fuck was going on. Would Brandon be ok? He had never seen this in anyone before, much less someone he thought he knew. But like Brandon said, they weren't actually related. He felt Brandon lift his head, and the coffee table creaked as he stood. "Hey, let's go upstairs, and clean up. Then I can help you take your things to your parents'." Brandon put his hand out, helping Alex up off the table.

The two went up the stairs, and down the hall, to the bathroom. Brandon still had an erection, as he started the shower up. He stepped in, under the water, and motioned for Alex to join him. Alex obediently undressed, and stepped in, feeling Brandon press up behind him, his strong arms wrapping around his chest, and his lips went to Alex's ear. "I want to do so many things with you Alex. Would you let me in?" Alex swallowed hard, as he felt Brandons press up against him, his dick pressing down, sliding between the crack of his ass. "Oh my God."