Cousins

Lavender got married when she was nineteen years old. Within eighteen months after her marriage, Lavender discovered that she would never produce a child. She had an inoperable blockage in her fallopian tubes. Lavender’s problem would ironically, have been curable twenty years later. At that time, alas, it was not possible. Lavender and her husband, Chris, therefore, decided that adoption was the only route to pursue. Over the following year, they were lucky enough to adopt two girls from different women. The first was named was Reba, and the second, Martina, in accordance with Lavender’s musical taste.

Growing up, the two girls were inseparable, but they could not have been physically more different. Both were attractive, but whereas Reba was petite, Martina was large in stature. In what would become a lifetime of parallels, both graduated from school, attended college, then got married a month apart, and next gave birth to boys, seven days apart from one another. Not only did they live in the same neighbourhood but also two houses apart from each other, in the same street.

Reba married Barry, a nice guy of average height and build, and Martina married Grant, a really large and powerful guy. Their sons, Anton and Bennet, were best friends throughout their childhood. Again, the boys, like their mother and father’s, were very different. Anton was Reba’s boy, and Bennet, Martina’s son. Anton was slight, intelligent, and a bookworm. Bennet was large, sporty, and battled with schoolwork. Both boys were good-looking. Anton was ‘pretty’ if one could use such a derogatory word in reverence of a male, and Bennet was handsomely butch.

Close as the families were, nevertheless, Bennet and Anton’s home lives were very different. The atmosphere in Anton’s home was always laidback and relaxed. For Bennett, however, his dad was a very strict disciplinarian and Bennet often got hauled off to the bedroom in either home to be given a severe beating if he misbehaved. Thankfully, their occasional sleepovers always took place at Anton’s home.

A great benefit for Anton when he was growing up was that he never got bullied. One look at Bennet was all that it took to stay well clear of his cousin. Bennet was not an instigator and never looked for a fight, but when one was in the offing, he never backed down. Reciprocally, Anton always coached Bennet and if it had not been for him, Bennet would never have got through high school.

When Anton realized he was gay, tutoring Bennet during their final year of high school became an ordeal for him. Bennet was gorgeous, and looking into his dreamy eyes would often make poor Anton weak at the knees. To make matters, Bennet had a habit of constantly placing his hands on Anton’s shoulders as he conferred with him, sending tingles through poor Anton’s body.

Bennett spent a great deal of time at Anton’s home as the tutoring became ever more important in their final months of school. During Bennet’s ever-increasing stayovers, Anton frequently saw his cousin naked, which drove him to distraction. To make matters worse, Bennet had the ‘irritating’ habit of constantly fiddling with his ample crotch as some or other explanation from Anton got dispensed, and then if that wasn’t bad enough, sniffing his fingers.

After lights out, poor Anton also got subjected to Bennet’s excited breathing as he manically tugged on his dick. Worst of all, Bennet was a very loud cummer, a practice that almost drove Anton out of his mind. Whenever Bennet drifted off to sleep after one of Bennet’s ejaculations, Anton would excitedly sniff the tissues, which had mopped up Bennet’s spunk.             

When the boys finally graduated from high school, their lives changed considerably, and they saw much less of one another. Bennet got a job at a large warehouse in their small town, and Anton attended college. During Anton’s quarterly holidays, the two did hook up, but the sleepover era, alas, had ended.

Being a chip off the old block, however, once Bennet finished school, he commenced re-enacting the earlier era of Grant’s life to the fullest, and the country bars and pool halls that Bennet frequented were the perfect stomping grounds for his exploits. Bennet often got banned from places for prolonged periods due to his antics. Quintessentially, he was his father’s son. Growing up, Anton had often heard stories about Martina and Grant’s early marriage, when Grant was a real bruiser and often got into fights. After several years of marriage, however, Martina finally laid down the law. Thereafter, Grant thankfully began to calm down.

During this time, Anton’s life was very different. After graduating from college, he moved to a large city, and when Anton visited his parents twice a year, at most, he would naturally see Bennet.

Two years later, a dramatic change occurred in Anton’s life. With the ever-diminishing state in economic affairs in the small town where he had grown up, Bennet lost his job. This circumstance was not due to any recklessness on Bennet’s pat but simply due to the financial climate. After a surprise phone call from his aunt, Martina, Anton’s life was about to change considerably.

Martina begged Anton to help Bennet with his dilemma. Being well ensconced in his job, Anton then asked the supervisor of the warehouse where worked if he would assist his cousin. Thankfully, he could.

Shortly, Bennet arrived in the city where Anton worked. Much as he loved his cousin, Anton was wary of Bennet’s arrival. Anton’s life had changed dramatically in the preceding years. He had embraced his homosexuality and was happily living his life free from his family’s scrutiny. With Bennet residing with him, his sex life could get compromised. 

Fortunately, the two guys worked things out rather quickly. The places that Bennet frequented were not to Anton’s liking. A circumstance that both men acknowledged and respected. Resultantly, on Friday and Saturday evenings the two would do their own thing. Bennet was very respectful about this arrangement. He wholeheartedly understood that with them cohabiting, they needed their own space from time to time.

Anton liked to visit a gay bar on Friday and Saturday evenings before heading off to a gay sauna at around eleven, before spending a few blissful hours there before returning home. He did not like the gay clubs and found them too noisy.

Anton found that despite his initial misgivings, having Bennet around did not prove too difficult. Although he could not take anyone home with him from the bar or solicit the odd ‘takeaway,’ this, however, was not a huge obstacle.

Nonetheless, what Anton did find somewhat distressing about having Bennet around, could best get described as the ‘agony and ecstasy’ factor. Bennet would often exit the bathroom naked with a towel over his shoulder as he entered the lounge. The sight of Bennet’s beautiful body and incredible uncut dick almost drove Anton to distraction. Anton felt like a kid who had got placed in a straightjacket and then left in a toy store.

On the third Saturday evening, after Bennet had moved in, both men headed off in their respective directions after dinner. In keeping with his usual routine, Anton first visited the bar before heading off to the sauna. After a pleasant visit that evening, he tired before leaving the establishment at midnight. As he exited the place and turned right to head off home, Anton did not see the person approaching from the opposite direction.

After spending the night at a pool hall and bar, Bennet decided to head home after an ordinary night. All the good-looking girls that evening seemed to be involved, and the only woman that had come onto him that evening was a skanky female that no amount of alcohol could have made any more attractive. As Bennet turned a corner en-route home, he saw Anton exiting a building. Bennet was about to call out to Anton when his eyes glanced upward and saw a huge flag fluttering above the entrance.

Stunned, he remained silent as he watched Anton disappear into the distance. Bennet then gingerly approached the front door to discover it was a men’s sauna. As he stood there, a multitude of thoughts entered his mind. In their final year at school, when Anton was regularly tutoring him, Bennet had wondered if his cousin was gay because Anton had never shown interest in girls. Bennet had dismissed the idea, simply believing that Anton had always been a bookworm and was merely a nerd.

Although Bennet was not motherless, he had imbibed a good few brandies that evening. With his faculties somewhat diminished, a strange curiosity overcame him and though he would never enter a place like this sober, he was intrigued to see what his cousin got up to in a place like this. Then, as if in a trance, he lifted his arm and rang the doorbell.

After paying his fee, Bennet then moved through to the locker room with two towels. With an elastic band around his wrist with a numbered disk and key, Bennet entered the locker room. He was not nervous because he knew that he could adequately take care of himself. This, after all, was not a jail. Once he had placed all his clothing and the second towel in his locker, he wrapped his other towel around his hips and entered the central area. 

Inside, the place looked rather elegant, and he instantly felt relaxed. Above all, he was pleased when a scene out of a Caligula movie did not confront him. Bennet then spotted the long bar counter to his right but decided against having another drink at this point.

Next, he observed numerous sofas with a dozen or so guys relaxing in the subdued lighting in this area. He also spotted many television screens all showing gay porn movies.

Having decided to scout this place initially, Bennet soon approached a frosted glass door with a sign above, publicizing it was a steam room. In his inebriated state, it occurred to him, this would be an excellent place to sweat out some of the alcohol in his system. After placing his towel over one of the numerous hooks conveniently offered for this purpose, he entered.

In the dim illumination, Bennet observed that the built-in seating to the right side of the door was vacant. After sitting down, his eyes began adjusting to the gloom. Then, looking around, him he saw naked men scattered about him. Two of the seated men across from him were getting blowjobs, and to his left, where there was no built-in seating, a diminutive guy was pinned up against the wall as a large fat man fucked him.

Bennet was not particularly excited, by what he was observing. After all, he was straight. Nevertheless, he was fascinated, because of the relaxed anonymity that this place offered.  He felt like he was in hedonistic heaven. He also wondered why straight places like this did not exist because he would become a regular customer if one did.

As Bennet sat ruminating, an orgiastic quartet developed on the opposite side of the room. Bennet was mesmerized by the level of gratification he was observing from them. By now, the fat guy to his left had also got replaced by a tall slimmer man. It all seemed so casual and laid-back, unlike an orgy he had once attended where a fight had broken out. Bennet, strangely, felt envious of what he was seeing.

Bennet was brought out of his reverie when a good-looking young guy entered the steam room and sat down next to him. Bennet quickly got the impression that this young man was interested in him. As much as he was oddly enjoying himself, Bennet, nonetheless, could not see anything developing between him and the attractive man. A minute later, when the young guy got up and moved in front of Bennet and knelt, Bennet felt weirdly transfixed by what was happening.

‘No fuckin’ way,’ his mind was telling him, and yet, he just sat as if glued to the spot.

Bennet was always very horny and a prodigious masturbator. It now occurred to him that he had not ejaculated since lunchtime the previous day, which for him was unnatural. Bennet had not gone out the night before, instead of getting pissed at home. In addition, after getting up late that morning and having spent the entire day in Anton’s company, he had not had the opportunity to jack off once.

As he looked at the young guy before him, he became overwhelmed by the thought of cumming. Alcohol had substantially lowered his natural resistance, and in the setting, he found his preconceptions had begun to alter.

‘A mouth, after all, is simply a mouth,’ he thought, before further reasoning, ‘Who the fuck will know, in any case?’

As the young man took hold of his cock with a look of delight on his face, Bennet felt himself inexorably sliding into a forbidden abyss. 

Next, Bennet felt the warmth of the guy’s mouth encasing his dick. Bennet had enjoyed many blowjobs before, but the episode now unfolding soon began to negate all the oral sex that he had formerly experienced. No woman had ever swallowed his entire dick and yet, in no time at all, Bennet’s cock had completely disappeared into this man’s throat. The technique this guy was displaying was immeasurably superior to anything that Bennet had encountered before this. The lip and tongue action of the man was exhilarating. Very shortly, Bennet felt so engaged that his hands took hold of the person’s head, and his hips commenced frantically thrusting upward. Reticent as Bennet had been before, now he did not want this to end.

Twice, Bennet pulled the man’s head off his knob as he felt himself getting too close, but finally, delirious with ecstasy Bennet had the most powerful release of his life.

Bennet’s body was trembling afterward when he made his way back to the bar. Once there, he was about to order another drink when he changed his mind, instead opting for black coffee.      

After he finished his coffee, he felt invigorated. The steam room and the coffee had sobered him up considerably. Bennet now thought about Anton and wondered if anything would have happened between them in their last year of school when he had often stayed over at Anton’s home while Anton was tutoring him. Bennet ruminated that although it would have been peculiar, they were not blood-related. What astonished Bennet the most as he cogitated about the events of the evening was that he did not have any remorse about what had just happened in the steam room.

‘I’ve always been straight, not even bisexual,’ he reminded himself, as he sat there very perplexed.

Bennet’s attention now got diverted as a very pretty young man with shoulder-length hair sat down next to him, as Bennet ordered his second cup of coffee.

As Bennet observed him, he thought, ‘You’re too pretty to be a boy. You should’ve been a girl.’ 

Laughing inwardly at this thought, Bennet mentally admonished himself by wondering if he was not finally losing his mind. ‘Jesus Christ,’ he thought, ‘Am I now morphing men into women?’

As the pretty guy then turned his back to Bennet to address another man who was an acquaintance and had sat down on the opposite side of him, Bennet stared at the young man’s sensual back and shoulder-length hair. The sight of this instantly made him horny, and he began to wonder what it would be like to have his dick lodged in this boy’s butt.

‘Fuck, I am losing it,’ Bennet now thought to himself.

A minute or so later, when the man again turned to face Bennet, he said, “Hi, I’m Mark.”

“Bennet,” Bennet replied.

“I’ve never seen you here before,” Mark responded.

“Never been here before,” Bennet replied matter-of-factly.

“Well… Let me guess, you don’t have a wedding ring, but that could be a ruse,” Mark uttered seductively, before resuming, “Mmm, I think that you are an FBI agent on a secret mission,” Mark concluded with a mischievous grin, scanning the hot hunk sitting beside him. 

Noticing the fun, Bennet chuckled before replying, “Not married, and I am not an FBI agent.” 

“So what’s your story, handsome,” Mark retorted.

Strangely, Bennet now felt compromised as if his anonymity was unravelling. “It’s a long story, and I don’t want to bore you with the details,” he deftly responded.

“No problem,” Mark replied. Then, after a brief pause, he continued, “Listen, I have a private room, so…” Mark concluded with an inviting shrug.

Bennet was somewhat floored by his bravado but also incredibly horny. The only thing worrying him was the level of intimacy that Mark might require. Cautiously, he then replied, “I would like to fuck you but I don’t do the kissing thing.”

“No problem,” Mark uttered with a smile before resuming, “If doggy style suits your needs, I would be happy to comply.”

Bennet looked at Mark intently, then after sipping the last bit of his second cup of coffee, he said, “Okay, let’s do it!”  

As they walked toward the cubicle, Bennet thought, ‘What the fuck is happening to me? For fucks sake, am I busy turning into a homo?’

Once in the cubicle, Mark removed his towel and respectfully mounted the bed doggy style, presenting his backside to Bennet.

After retrieving the sachet of lube off the pedestal in the cubicle, Bennet applied the liquid to his dick before smearing the residue on Mark’s butt before entering Mark’s backside. As he did so, he looked at Mark’s back and the voluptuous head of hair sprawled on the bed before him.

‘Jesus, from behind this could be a woman,’ Bennet reasoned to himself. 

As his dick slid into Mark’s portal, the sounds emanating from Mark were incredible as Mark commenced emitting groans of satisfaction. Before this, Bennet had anally penetrated quite a few women in his life, but they always seemed distressed by his above-average endowment. Some of the women had even bailed on him, complaining that he was too large.

Mark, however, appeared to have no such problem. In addition, Mark’s sphincter also seemed to have a life of its own. It was like a pulsating ring of delight as it greedily commenced milking Bennet’s dick.

Bennet was overwhelmed, that in this place that he would never have thought of entering, two of the most breath-taking experiences that he had ever enjoyed were unfolding. During the next fifteen minutes, Bennet extracted his cock three times to avoid early ejaculation.

When Bennet finally unloaded, his body exploded with delight that without even trusting at this point, Mark’s unrelenting hole forced Bennet’s knob to relinquish its cache. As Bennet flooded Mark’s butt, the release was monumental. What blew Bennet away, even more, was when Mark spun around and after getting his knees, lapped on Bennet’s manhood as if it was a holy relic. No woman had ever afforded him this level of respect and Bennet felt like a benevolent king getting acclaimed by a grateful subject.

As Bennet walked home afterward, he thought about the evening. He was not regretful, but somewhat perplexed by how much he enjoyed his visit to the sauna. Chuckling, he thought about Mark’s face when he gave him a brief kiss on the lips. The look of delight that Mark displayed was well worth the discomfort that Bennet felt in doing so. What, however, worried Bennet, was the possible addiction that may have developed after the duo of pleasure that he had experienced.

‘I’m fuckin’ straight,’ he kept protesting to himself as he strolled ever onward.

Once Bennet arrived home, he quietly opened the front door and entered. After arriving in the spare bedroom, he undressed. The night air and the coffee had invigorated him, and pondering the events of the evening his cock went rigid once more. Being the horny fucker that he was this was not surprising to Bennet. Bennet now commenced tugging on his insatiable knob, thinking about his cousin lying in the main bedroom.

As if in a trance, Bennet’s body got compelled toward the open door of Anton’s room that he had observed minutes before. After entering, he saw Anton’s naked body lying face down on the bed.  In a fit of lust, and knowing that he was in control of the situation, Bennet pounced on Anton’s body.

“What the fuck!” Anton yelled, overcome with fright.

“Shut up,” Bennet growled, “I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Jesus, Bennet. What the fuck are you doing?” Anton appealed to his cousin.

“Homme Sauna… Does the name ring a bell, buddy?” Bennet growled.

“What?” Anton blabbed in complete bewilderment, totally pinned down by Bennet.

“Don’t bullshit me, Anton. That’s the place I saw you exiting two hours ago,” Bennet responded.

Anton’s mind now went in total turmoil and all he could think of saying was, “Jesus, Bennet, we’re fuckin’ cousins… Please get off me.”

“No can do, Anton. Besides, we are not blood-related or anything, so this is not abnormal,” Bennet replied.

As the shock began to wear off, Anton was entranced. He had so often dreamed of this moment that Anton believed would never happen. Instinctively, however, Anton began to squirm, which magically incited Bennet even more. The most mindboggling fantasy that Anton had ever imagined now played itself out, and when Bennet stabbed his dick into Anton’s backside, Anton let out the most gratifying howl of his entire life.