Cousin Trouble
Bright sunlight woke John Caine. He groaned, opening his eyes slowly, his hand instinctively going to his groin. He cursed under his breath. Hard again. Even harder than yesterday, tenting the thin blanket significantly.
He tried to piece together the previous day. Dinner with Mark and those punk kids… then getting unbelievably drunk, which was weird for him… Mark must have brought him back here? He had a vague, hazy memory of someone sucking his cock, a dream maybe? Couldn't remember the face, just short hair… and goddamn, whoever it was had skills. The memory alone made him hard all over again. He slipped his hand inside his boxers, starting to take care of the problem himself.
"John? You awake? Breakfast!" The bedroom door opened suddenly, and Mark walked in. John quickly pulled his hand out, pretending he'd just been stretching. "Yeah, yeah, coming."
Flustered, he didn't notice the way Mark's eyes flickered down to his crotch, the hungry look, the faint blush creeping up his neck. Mark quickly looked away, forcing a teasing tone. "Someone's pitching a tent this morning." John just grunted noncommittally. "Yeah, well…"
After lunch, Megan left to visit her mother, leaving the two cousins alone. They sat awkwardly on the sofa, watching TV, making small talk.
"Damn, it's hot in here," John complained, pulling at the collar of his t-shirt. He felt restless, overheated, like a pressure cooker with no release valve. His cock had been stubbornly hard all morning, making him shift uncomfortably.
Mark noticed John's discomfort but feigned ignorance. "Really? Doesn't feel hot to me." He couldn't help stealing glances at John's powerful physique. All night, he'd been tormented by the memory of his cousin's massive, dark cock…
"Hey, wanna go shoot some hoops?" John's voice broke through Mark's inappropriate thoughts. Mark quickly agreed. "Yeah, sure."
They changed into basketball shorts and headed to the nearby courts. They played for a couple of hours. Mark was completely winded, gasping for breath, while John barely broke a sweat. John laughed, clapping Mark hard on the ass. "Damn, Mark, getting soft? Can't even handle a little one-on-one!" The slap landed squarely on Mark's already sensitized cheeks, still tender from the previous day's abuse by Alex and his friends. Mark nearly cried out, biting his lip hard to stifle the sound. "You're… you're military, John. Of course you're in better shape," he managed.
They found a casual barbecue joint nearby, grabbing a table outside. After a couple of beers, John's face was flushed. Mark ventured, "So… what's going on with you and Sarah?"
John took a long pull from his beer, then sighed heavily. "Ah, man. Same old shit." Mark tensed, trying to appear casual.
John continued, "Being deployed, you know? Training, missions… no time for… relief. Finally get leave, looking forward to getting laid, and she pulls the 'you're too big, it hurts' crap. Tells me to go jerk off! What's the point of being married if I gotta jerk off, right?" He grew more agitated as he spoke, cracking open another beer and chugging half of it.
Mark's face burned, his heart pounding. He reached out instinctively. "John, maybe slow down on the beers…" Touching John's warm, solid arm sent an unexpected jolt through him. John brushed his hand off. "Come on, Mark. Just us guys. Let me vent, alright?"
Maybe it was getting it off his chest, or maybe it was just the alcohol, but John ended up getting wasted again, though not quite as bad as the night before. He could still walk, mostly.
Back at the house, John stumbled directly into Mark and Megan's bedroom and collapsed face down onto their bed. Seeing his cousin passed out cold, completely vulnerable, Mark knew he needed to get out. He went to the bathroom, standing under a cold shower, trying to regain control.
He'd just pulled on a pair of boxers when his phone rang. It was Megan. "Hey honey, it's getting late, I'm just going to stay at Mom's tonight. Did you and John get dinner?" Mark made some brief small talk and hung up.
Okay, he told himself firmly. She's not coming home. But that doesn't change anything. What happened last night CANNOT happen again. He's my cousin, for Christ's sake…
He went back into the bedroom, intending to wake John and move him to the sofa bed. It felt wrong having someone else sleep in the bed he shared with Megan.
He gently shook John's shoulder. "John? Hey, wake up." John just groaned and rolled over onto his back. Mark froze. John's massive erection was straining powerfully against his boxers. He said he hadn't gotten any release in a long time… His cock must be killing him… Mark took a deep breath, forcing his eyes away, shaking John's shoulder again, harder this time.
Maybe it was the persistent shaking, or maybe just drunken instinct, but John suddenly lashed out, grabbing Mark's arm and yanking him down. Mark lost his balance, stumbling forward, landing sprawled across John's chest.
John reflexively wrapped his arms around Mark, pulling him close, mumbling drowsily, "Sarah… stop messing around…"
Mark knew John thought he was his wife. He tried to push away, but John's hot breath against his ear, the smell of beer and sweat and pure, raw masculinity emanating from his cousin's body, overwhelmed him. He went weak, unable to resist, moaning softly despite himself. "John… it's me… I'm not Sarah…"
But John didn't seem to hear, lost in his drunken haze. His hand, rough and calloused, moved instinctively to Mark's chest, fingers finding a nipple, beginning to rub and pinch. "Baby… c'mon… stop fighting… just let me…"
Mark’s nipples, already sensitized and slightly swollen from the abuse by Alex and his crew, were far more sensitive than any woman’s. John’s rough fondling sent jolts of electricity through Mark’s entire body. His nipples instantly hardened into tight peaks under John’s touch. "Nnngh… John… Don’t… Not there…"
John ignored him, kneading Mark’s pecs as if they were breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples hard, clearly enjoying the reaction.
Pressed tightly against John's powerful body, Mark could feel his cousin's massive erection grinding against his ass through their thin boxers. His own cock surged painfully hard in response.
John, sensing no real resistance, continued his ministrations, his hips beginning to buck rhythmically against Mark’s backside. The friction of that huge cock sent waves of heat through Mark. His ass began to ache, growing slick with precum. The material of his boxers was so thin he could feel the thick veins of John’s cock pressing against his hole.
Mark bit his lip hard, trying desperately to stifle the moans building in his throat. He wanted to push away, to escape this insane situation, but John was significantly stronger, and Mark's body was still weak and trembling. He was trapped.
As he struggled weakly, Mark felt John’s hand slide down his back, slipping inside the waistband of his boxers, fingers probing the wetness gathered there.
"Ah… John… Don't…" Despair warred with a sick sense of anticipation within him.
John’s fingers found Mark’s slick, puckered hole, and then two thick fingers plunged inside. Mark couldn't stop the cry that ripped from his throat. "Aahh…" His own hand instinctively went to his free nipple, pinching it hard.
John expertly probed inside Mark, searching for that hidden spot. He hit it. An overwhelming wave of sensation washed over Mark, making him moan and nearly black out.
"Ah… John… Please… Feels too good… Don't…" Mark's voice was slurred, barely audible.
John, clearly aroused by the reaction, chuckled low in his throat. Reaching down, he roughly pulled down his own boxers, exposing his thick, heavy cock. "Lick this first," he commanded gruffly, forcing it against Mark's lips.
Mark made no protest. Lost to the pleasure and the escalating situation, he reached up, taking John's throbbing cock eagerly into his mouth.
John groaned and began to thrust insistently, his powerful body pressing Mark back. Mark's mouth and throat burned, but he kept sucking desperately.
After several intense minutes, John pulled back, gasping for breath. He gazed down at Mark, his eyes glazed with lust, then roughly flipped him over onto his back, pinning his arms above his head. His voice was thick with arousal. "Time to give you what you really want." He spread Mark's ass cheeks wide, his eyes hardening. "You want this, don't you?"
Mark shivered, utterly powerless, but he closed his eyes and whispered, his voice raw with need, "Yes… Please… Need it…"
Driven past the point of no return, John slammed into Mark's ass, beginning his descent into the darkest kind of pleasure.
John groaned, tilting his head back. "Ahh… fuck… yes… So fucking tight…" He thrust his hips rhythmically.
Mark sucked desperately on John’s cock for several long minutes until John reluctantly pulled out, slapping Mark’s face lightly with the thick, wet shaft. "Alright, get ready," he slurred, clearly still thinking he was talking to Sarah, "Daddy's gonna make you feel real good."
Mark, completely mesmerized by the raw power radiating from his cousin, his eyes glazed over, scrambled onto the bed as commanded, settling beside John. With a rough grunt, John ripped Mark's thin boxers completely off, exposing him. He positioned his massive cock at Mark's already slick entrance, then slammed his hips forward, burying himself deep inside Mark in one brutal thrust.
"Aahh! John… No… Too fast… Easy…" John's sheer size was overwhelming, stretching Mark painfully. He could only plead for mercy.
"Fuck, baby, you're so tight tonight… Gripping my cock so good…" John groaned, feeling Mark’s muscles clench around him. He grunted again, a sound of pure, animalistic pleasure, and increased his speed.
Mark was losing control, body bucking under the relentless assault. He clung desperately to John's thick neck, moaning incoherently, "Big cock… Your big cock fucks so good… I can't take it anymore…" Mark’s own erection pulsed violently against John’s stomach before erupting, spewing thick ropes of semen onto the sheets.
"Fucking whore, my cock make you cum?" John grunted, moving erratically now, his massive cock pounding into Mark like a piston.
"So good… yes… Your… your cock… so big and thick… fucks so good… You're amazing…" Mark gasped, trying to meet John's powerful thrusts.
"Who owns this pussy?!" John roared suddenly, grabbing Mark's large, muscular ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them violently.
"Nnngh… You… You do… Your big cock… Does it feel good… fucking my pussy…?" Mark sobbed out the words, completely broken.
"Fuck, yeah, your pussy feels incredible tonight," John growled, his voice thick with lust. "So tight and wet, gripping my cock like this… drives me crazy." He tilted his head down, finding Mark’s parted lips and crushing his mouth against them in a rough, demanding kiss.
"Mmmph…" Mark melted into the kiss, lost in the raw sensations.
"Dirty slut," John panted against Mark's lips, "Gonna shoot my load deep inside you, alright? Gonna breed you good…" He was nearing his climax again.
"Ah ah… Yes… Shoot your cum deep in my pussy… Breed me…" Mark cried out, caught up in the raw intensity.
John slammed his hips forward one last time, burying his dark cock to the root, and began to ejaculate, pumping hard seven or eight times before finally shuddering to a halt.
Mark gasped, relief washing over him for a split second before John roughly hauled him up, repositioned him flat on his back on the bed, and immediately pinned him down again.
Before Mark could even register what was happening, John’s still-hard cock was ramming back into his abused hole.
"Ah! John… How… how are you hard again so fast…" Mark gasped, his body jolting violently with each powerful thrust. He could only cling desperately to John’s thick neck.
John gritted his teeth, his cock moving like a relentless piston, pounding into Mark, deliberately hitting that sensitive spot over and over. Mark’s own erection was still painfully hard, rubbing uselessly against John’s stomach, leaking precum steadily.
"Ooh ooh… John… Please, slower… Too fast… You’re gonna tear my asshole apart…" Mark’s hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, his face slick, drool trickling from the corner of his mouth.
John crushed Mark against him, their bodies tangled together. John’s hips pumped relentlessly, his cock violating Mark’s insides without mercy.
Mark was fucked completely limp, his legs instinctively wrapping around John’s powerful waist, his fingernails digging into John’s back, leaving red scratches.
"Fucking slut, why are you so damn horny tonight!" John panted, finally slowing his pace but increasing the depth of his thrusts, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in with brutal force, grinding his hips.
"Mmm… Because… Because you fuck so good… So hard… Fucking my pussy feels amazing… Just fuck me harder… my pussy was made for you to fuck… From now on… need you seeding me every day… only then will I be happy…" Mark’s face was flushed a deep crimson, his voice choked with delirious moans.
"Fuck!!" Aroused beyond control by Mark’s filthy submission, John roared, grabbing Mark’s muscular thighs and hauling them high into the air, pinning them between his own legs, forcing Mark onto his side. Holding Mark’s legs immobile with one arm, his dark cock, slick with fluids, began another savage assault.
Mark’s legs dangled helplessly, his body completely unbalanced, swinging violently with each of John’s powerful thrusts. "Ah ah ah… John… How did your cock get even bigger… My pussy can't take it anymore…"
John pounded faster and faster. "Fuck, almost there again!" he roared, the head of his cock pulsing as he began to shoot another thick load deep inside Mark. Mark’s ravaged asshole couldn't contain the volume; thick, white semen overflowed, running down between his bruised ass cheeks and onto the sweat-soaked sheets.
