A Cousin's Confession
**All characters are over the age of 18**
Jonathan slipped back into the guestroom, the door creaking softly behind him. The taste of Boone’s massive load lingered on his tongue, salty and bitter. His own cock still throbbed softly, denied any release yet but he was too tired to do anything about it. His husband Chet lay sprawled across the bed in his tight black boxer briefs, sculpted chest rising and falling in deep slumber, or so Jonathan hoped. He stared at his husband’s fit body, admiring the lines and curves of his smooth muscles which was such a stark contrast to his cousin, Boone.
He stripped down, finally realizing how much cum Boone had shot across his shirt. He tucked the soiled clothes deep into his bag. This was now the second time he’d sneaked off with Chet’s cousin and didn’t want to cause more jealousy with his husband. Naked, he slid under the sheets. Sleep came quickly now that the adrenaline had worn off. His dreams were a mix of sexual fantasies involving his husband, his husband’s cousin, and sometimes both at the same time.
Morning light filtered through the threadbare curtains, pulling them both awake. Chet yawned wide and stretched, his abs flexing taut, before shooting a lazy grin at his husband Jonathan. Jonathan’s anxiety melted away. No questions, no accusations, just the usual routine of brushing teeth and finding clothes to wear. They hadn’t fully spoken about the barn encounter, and Jonathan didn’t yet know Chet had witnessed the second, more public tryst between Jonathan and Boone. There was a mix of jealousy, envy and sexual tension they hadn't unpacked.
Wordlessly, the married couple descended from the third floor down to the kitchen that was already buzzing with relatives. It was a smaller crew than the event from the day before, but Jonathan still felt lost in a crowd. Relatives he recognized but didn’t remember the names of chattered mindlessly. A young nephew passed him a plate, which Jonathan nearly dropped when Boone lumbered in, his massive frame making the crowded kitchen feel like a can of sardines.
Sporting ratty gym shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt with the armholes cut to expose his hairy pecs and carved obliques, Boone was easily the sexiest man in the room, excepting Chet’s ripped perfection. Boone nodded at the crew and then locked eyes with Jonathan, a smirk tugging his lips. It was all too much for Jonathan, who snatched a mug of coffee before fleeing to a more secluded spot while Chet loaded his plate for a protein-rich breakfast.
“Mornin’, y’all” Boone’s voice boomed, chasing Jonathan into a quiet parlor room.
Jonathan sat on a loveseat in silence sipping his coffee, his heart racing. Footsteps approached his hiding spot, and Boone joined him with his own steaming mug, a triumphant grin on his face. Boone dropped onto the cushion next to him, his thigh jamming deliberately against Jonathan’s with firm, unyielding pressure that could have looked innocent to anyone.
“Sleep alright after that late-night snack? Bet it left a good taste in your mouth,” Boone laughed unashamedly. Jonathan’s cheeks burned, his coffee cup pausing mid-air.
“Will you keep your voice down?!” Jonathan his, his jaw tightening with irritation even though a tingle stirred in his groin at the memory.
“Yeah, nothin’ like gettin’ your rocks off under the stars. Makes a man hungry for more come breakfast,” Boone added, slurping on his coffee while his sparkling blue eyes flitted up and down Jonathan’s body.
“Reckon some folks oughta watch what they say,” Chet cut in, voice steady but laced with venom. He sat down on an armchair opposite the loveseat holding a plate piled high with food. As he tore into a biscuit, he added, “You never know who might be listening...or watching.”
Chet’s last comment was more than just a warning for his cousin, but his husband as well. Boone, unfazed, just grinned wider, slinging his left arm along the loveseat’s back. His thick fingers just barely grazed the back of Jonathan’s neck. If someone was paying attention, they’d have seen Jonathan’s quiver at his touch, which Chet did. Boone splayed his thighs brazenly, making his gym shorts strain over his meaty bulge and daring them both to stare.
“Aw, cuz, you almost sound jealous. Green don’t suit ya. Did your boy here tell ya how I gave him a personal tour of gran’s old barn last night?” Boone jabbed, his thick arm dropping to possessively drape Jonathan’s shoulders. Jonathan squirmed, his dick hardening but his mind reeling with how Chet would react to such a blatant display. “I’d have thought his lips would still be buzzin’.”
Jonathan twisted under the hold, his shaft swelling and already tenting his loose shorts. Panic otherwise froze him in place as he studied Chet. His husband’s eyes narrowed to slits, his taut trainer’s body coiling like a spring ready to snap. How much further could this go before everything collapsed. Chet choked on his retort and shifted the plate onto his lap. Jonathan caught the telltale twitch beneath as his husband mirrored him, struggling to control his rising erection..
Boone peeled his arm off Jonathan and loomed forward, resting both elbows on his knees and met his cousin stare for stare. Boone’s eyes zeroed in on the plate covering Chet’s crotch, his gaze remaining long enough to be noticeable. To Jonathan, it felt like a twisted game of cat and mouse. Only there were two cats, and he was the lonely mouse already caught in the trap.
“Say, why don’t I run y’all over to my place? Got some new tools I could show ya, Jonathan,” Boone suggested, his arm returning to Jonathan’s shoulders and turning his gaze to him. “Big tools, if you’re into that. I have a hunch Chet might like that, too.”
Chet shot to his feet, nearly upending his plate onto the carpet. He bristled with raw fury, his knuckles paling as his fist tightened around the forgotten fork. Veins stuck out from his neck as he struggled to keep his reserve.
Inside, Chet’s mind reeled with his husband’s betrayal and the intense arousal it had elicited. He flopped back onto the chair, his dick starting to feel harder than ever. He’d craved this for Jonathan – pushing his sleek lawyer hubby into the arms of rough strangers, watching that tight ass get plowed raw while he jerked off, helpless to stop it. But, fuck, not like this, not so goddamn quick, and sure as hell not with Boone.
His cousin was the type of guy Chet always admired and thought he’d grow up to be just like him: straight as an arrow, muscled and burly, chopping wood and chasing pussy. Of course, Chet turned out much differently and for the better. Possession over Jonathan clawed at him, fierce and feral. The real fantasy was that Jonathan was his to share, his to command, but Boone nearly outright claiming Jonathan left him feeling powerless...and horny.
“Relax, cuz, I’m only joshin’ ya,” Boone conceded, satisfied with how stir-crazy he’d driven Chet. “But really, let’s get out of here. I bought Rutherford’s old place a few years back. Remember he had that swimmin’ hole we’d always sneak off to and drink beers? It’s gonna be hotter ‘n’ Hades today, figured we could go for a dip.”
Chet nodded curtly, forcing his muscles to unclench. As much as this scenario stirred his rage, he was insanely curious to see how it would turn out. Twenty minutes later after being peppered by questions from relatives on where they were headed, the trio piled into Boone’s old, rusty Ford pickup. Being the smaller of the three, Jonathan sat in the middle, sandwiched between the two hulking cousins. Chet had his hand on Jonathan’s thigh the entire drive, reminding him, and Boone, who Jonathan belonged to.
Boone drove them only a few miles up the road before turning off onto a rutted dirt driveway. The truck lacked seatbelts, and Jonathan was jostled like a ragdoll between the two sets of broad shoulders. The stretch we were taking was too long to be called a driveway as we whipped past Boone’s squat ranch without a pause. Minutes later he pulled off into a shady ditch, and we all hopped out, already sweating from the lack of air conditioning on the drive over.
The spot was secluded and everything Jonathan would’ve imagined a “Southern swimmin’ hole” might look like. A small, grassy pond fed by a handful of creeks, ringed with pines and smooth boulders. A small dock bobbed lazily, anchored in the center. Chet was the first to start stripping down, years of locker room nudity making it easy for him to step out in just his underwear that perfectly hugged his junk.
“I never pegged you as the bashful type, cuz,” Boone tsked, shucking off his clothes without fanfare until he was completely naked, tossing his clothes into a heap.
Jonathan’s eyes devoured Boone’s naked bulk – 6'5” of solid muscle, chest matted with dark curls, and his soft yet heavy cock dangling between his thighs that still wasn’t quite so big as to hide his heavy balls. He’d seen the man naked the night before, but in a dimly lit barn and not out under the blazing sun. Chet, no slouch at 6’2” and ripped from his many hours dedicated at the gym, was not one to back down from his cousin. Chet confidently tugged his boxer briefs down, standing tall and proud with his own impressive tool. Chet did his best to look Boone in the face but couldn’t stop himself from raking his eyes up and down his cousin’s hard body.
“Looks like you finally filled out, cuz,” Boone nodded and made no move to hide his approving eyes.
The sun was already warming Chet’s back and shoulders, but another kind of heat flushed his cheeks. Damn, Chet thought, as he finally turned away from his cousin. Boone’s always been built like a bull, even as a teenager. But now, as a full grown, seeing him up close like this...fuck, he was a beast. And goddamn, that dick, even soft it was something to be admired. Chet’s dick sprang to life betraying his inner turmoil. He forced himself to look away and quickly dove into the water, remembering the deep spot like it was just yesterday.
Boone cackled and jumped in after him, tucking into a cannon ball that exposed his furry ass and taint. Jonathan hung back, the lone dry holdout. Blood had surged to his groin, and he was embarrassed for the pair to see just how aroused he was. Reluctantly, he pulled off his shirt, holding in front of his crotch like a shield. He turned half-away from the pond, trying to angle his body behind a nearby rock for some shred of cover. With sigh, he ditched his shorts and underwear, his six-inch cock throbbing painfully.
Raucous splashes turned Jonathan’s attention back to the water where the two men were roughhousing like they did when they were younger. Boone’s massive arms made frothing waves as he struggled to grab ahold of Chet whose lithe body managed to duck and weave around him. Chet’s extra strength from weightlifting made for an even matchup with his bigger, heftier cousin. The way they roared and grunted made it sound like an actual fight, softened by their laughter and playful taunts.
“C’mon in city boy!” Boone hollered, locking Chet in a loose headlock that mashed their wet torsos together. “We wanna see that pale little but of yours bobbing out here.”
Chet seethed hearing Boone’s words as he struggled to free himself from his relentless grip. His competitive side had kicked in, and he was trying all of his tricks. His heel skidded on a grimy rock, spinning him slightly so that his back slammed flush against Boone’s chest. He’d lost any leverage he had, and Boone just held them there, grinding his hips against Chet’s ass. For a moment, Chet wanted to completely surrender as he felt Boone’s soft yet hefty tool wedged between his asscheeks. When his own cock twitched at the realization, he bit down hard enough on Boone’s forearm to gain release. Chet quickly spun back around, their cocks brushing together underwater. He shoved at Boone’s broad chest with a playful grow, sending his cousin sprawling backwards.
Jonathan watched the two primal cousins wrestle bare-assed, his mouth watering at the sight this raw display. When Chet had freed himself from Boone’s chokehold, he used that as a distraction to jump into the water unseen. Boone laughed and signaled a time out, admitting defeat. Chet stood in waist deep water, panting rivulets of sweat and water traced down his chest and abs. He was an aqua-gladiator straight from Jonathan’s dirtiest dreams, a visceral reminder of why he’d pledged his life to this stud.
The trio settled into an easy rhythm after the tussle, cutting through the sun-warmed water with easy strokes that carried them closer to the wooden swimming platform. Boone led the way, with Chet and Jonathan following while flirting with their hands under water. When they made it to the small dock, Boone hauled himself up first, water cascading off his hairy chest and pooling around his feet. Chet lumbered up just as quickly, both showing this was a practiced motion. As Chet looked around, Boone reached down to help Jonathan up, the younger man’s face passing his plump shaft dangerously close.
“Is this the same dock?” Chet asked casually, seeming unfamiliar with it.
“Mostly. I replaced a few rotten boards and added some turf,” Boone explained before turning to Jonathan, who caught himself grinning with a giddy virgin. “I was tired off picking splinters outta my ass.”
The afternoon haze engulfed them, cicadas droning their shrill soundtrack. Chet laid on his back on the turf, with Jonathan and Boone sitting cross-legged and facing each other. By now, they were almost entirely comfortable with their collective nudity. Chet’s earlier exertions were taking their effect. His eyes fluttered shut, and soon, a soft snore rumbled from his throat. It was an unmistakable sound that Jonathan had heard countless nights. One that he knew meant a solid slumber. It was a sound usually heard after particularly rough and passionate fuck-sessions. Jonathan smiled to himself, feeling adoration and utmost loyalty to his husband.
“Psst,” Boone whispered, catching Jonathan’s eye before looking worriedly at the pink flush creeping across Jonthan’s shoulders and chest. “You’ll be hurtin’ if we don’t get you out of the sun, c’mon.”
Jonathan was almost touched by Boone’s concern though his tone did nothing to imply it was anything but an order. Without a word, they slipped back into the pond with muffled splashes. They really didn’t have far to go before emerging from the shallows near where they’d left their clothes. Jonathan silently thanked Boone for parking in the shade and providing relief from the relentless sun. Boone opened the tailgate and fiddled in a bag, pulling out a tube of sunscreen and aloe.
Boone turned and easily lifted Jonathan up onto the truck bed. Undoing the cap and squirting a hearty glob of the cream into his palms. Without asking, he slathered it all over Jonathan’s chest and shoulders. His calloused palms moved rough and swift over Jonathan’s smooth skin. Even when he was done, Boone’s hands never left Jonathan’s torso. His thumbs circled Jonathan’s nipples until they pebbled, sending jolts straight to Jonathan’s dick. He then squeezed more into his hands, spreading it down Jonathan’s abs, fingers dipping teasingly into the V of his hips, his forearm brushing the base of Jonathan’s quickly growing cock. Jonathan arched into his touch, gasping softly as Boone’s hands kneaded his thighs, parting them wider.
“Feels good, don’t it? Just wait til I work this in deeper,” Boone murmured, humming softly as he worked.
When Boone was confident that he’d addressed Jonathan’s budding sunburn, he stood settled between Jonathan’s legs, planting his hands on either side of his hips on the truck bed and leaning in towards Jonathan. Jonathan was rockhard at having Boone’s hands all over his body, but Boone ignored it. Instead, Boone looked Jonathan in the eye, his face a mix of hunger and tormet.
“Y’know, darlin’, you’re the first man I ever did something like that with. It was exciting, the way you seemed to take control in the barn even though it was my cock down your throat. And then, later, when you really worked...fuck. I can’t stop thinkin’ ‘bout it. But Chet, he’s my kin. He’s almost like a little brother to me. Feels wrong, y’know, sneakin’ behind his back, even if it was the hottest blowjob I’d ever had,” Boone confessed, his voice husky with regret.
Even as he spoke this admittance of betrayal, Boone’s dick started to plump as memories flooded back – ripping Jonathan’s shirt off in the barn, Jonathan’s throat clenching around him, that moment on the picnic bench when he finally took all nine inches in his mouth before swallowing his built-up seed. Jonathan watched Boone’s monster grow to its full potential, fresh pre-cum beading at the slit. Boone dropped his head in shame.
“Hey, buddy,” Jonathan murmured, shifting closer and tilting his chin up gently. He looked almost like Chet in this vulnerable moment. “Boone, it’s alright. Chet and I... we want this. Chet craves it. He wants to share me. It gives him a rush. It turns him on. He gets off on it. I wasn’t lying to you last night when I said he wants to see me get taken raw...maybe even by a stud like you.”
Boone’s blue eyes crackled, arousal overtaking his guilty confession. His hands returned to Jonathan’s thighs, sliding upwards to the crease where the top of his leg met his hips. Boone’s thumbs went further, pressing against Jonathan’s taint, searching for his hole. Softly, Boone rested his lips on Jonathan’s, his breath hot on Jonathan's tongue.
“Fuck the guilt then,” he growled, shoving his tongue into Jonathan’s mouth. The two made out, exploring each other’s body with hands roaming everywhere. It lasted not even a minute before he pulled away with a devilish grin. “I went to bed last night dreamin’ of buryin’ this beast in your proper. Stretchin’ that tight ass till you beg me to stop, or beg for more.”
“Mmm, you know how to talk smooth, huh?” Jonathan giggled innocently, pressing a fingertip to Boone’s lip as he tried for another kiss. “But you see, the point of all this is for Chet to be here, too. For him to watch.”
“What? You tryna get me to beg now? C’mon, city boy, spread these thighs for me. We both want it, we ain’t really breakin’ in the rules. Not my fault he can’t stay awake for more than a couple hours,” His words dripped with seduction, nipping at Jonathan’s fingertip.
He pushed past Jonathan’s finger, lips brushing Jonathan’s ear, thumbs teasing his tight pucker that quivered with need. Jonathan’s resistance faltered as Boone sucked on his neck and pushed his fat, sunscreen-slick digit inside him. Jonathan gasped and found himself falling onto his back. He wrapped his arms around the back of his knees, completely exposing himself. Boone switched to using his thick forefinger, opening up Jonathan’s tight yet willing ass.
Boone gripped Jonathan’s hips, yanking him closer under his ass pressed against Boone’s raging hard-on. The bulbous head nudged insistently, desperate to gain entrance. He growled into Jonathan’s ear as he spat into his palm, working the makeshift lube up and down his pulsing shaft. Jonathan whimpered softly, his hole already yielding to the building pressure.
“That’s right boy, open for me,” Boone snarled, pushing firmly without forcing. “I’m gonna make this pussy mine.”
The truck rocked slightly as Boone lined up, his tip breaching Jonathan’s hole with a burn that was quickly fading into bliss. Their eyes locked, Jonathan’s silently pleading for more, for Boone to ram his fat cock inside him – but then, loud splashes made them both snap their faces to the pond. There, Chet emerged from the water, a charged, dripping thunderbolt.
“What the fuck is this?” Chet’s voice sliced through the humidity like a knife.
Chet stood two feet from the tailgate, his fists clenched tightly and nostrils flaring as he took in the scene: his naked husband flat on his back in the truck bed with his equally naked cousin between his legs, one of Boone’s nine inches already invading Jonathan, Jonathan’s hole stretching more than he ever had for Chet. Boone froze, his cock twitching while holding Jonathan’s ankles. Jonathan’s heart hammered, caught between terror and the twisted thrill of his husband’s jealous stare fueling the fire.
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