It was an extremely hot summer. I didn’t even mind if it went by quickly and school started again so I could feel a cool breeze with the arrival of fall. I had just turned 18 and was about to start college. I wasn't athletic in the slightest; I was a skinny, tall, hairless boy. I was going to study English literature and dreamed of becoming a writer.
There wasn’t much to do in my town, except use my pop-up pool and read. Most of my friends had gone away, but I didn’t have anywhere to go. My mom was a nurse and worked two jobs. So that I wouldn’t be alone for too long before school started, she had the unfortunate idea of inviting my cousin Jonas to come spend a few weeks with us.
“Mom, I don’t like him—he’s a jerk.”
“Don’t be like that, David. You two got along so well when you were kids.”
“Yeah, Mom… when we were kids. Not after he grew up and turned into a brute who tried to drown me every vacation.”
“Don’t be so dramatic. It’ll be good for both of you. Your aunt thinks it’ll do him some good and that maybe you’ll convince him to go to college.”
“Me???” Fuck, I had no luck at all.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t talk her out of it, and the fateful day arrived… and I was even put in charge of picking him up at the airport.
Well, how can I describe my cousin Jonas? He’s a year older than me—19. He’s always been taller than me and not at all skinny; ever since he hit his teens, he’s been obsessed with weightlifting and wrestling. I still remember how he’d hog the TV during vacation to watch the matches.
And there was my cousin, Jonas, in the arrivals area. I waved to him, and he walked over to me with a confident stride. I hadn’t seen my cousin since last Christmas—more than six months ago. He was a total American jock. He was wearing a gray hoodie with big headphones in his ears, baggy shorts, and carrying a gym bag with his belongings. His hair was shaved on the sides and longer on top.
“Lil’ Cousin. How’s it going?”—He walked up to me and started punching me in the chest and arms. He thought it was an affectionate way to greet me, but it actually hurt.
“Hi, Jonas, are you okay?”
“So impersonal—aren’t you happy to be spending time with your big cousin?”
I rolled my eyes. He smelled like a mix of AXE and sweat. It was hot out, and he was wearing a hoodie. I headed toward the parking lot where I’d parked my car.
“Do you have any plans for our summer?”
“There’s not much to do there…” I started the car, and he automatically grabbed the aux cable and played Travis Scott from his phone.
“I’m sure we’ll find something to do. You know I came here to take care of you, right?” He roughly ruffled my hair with a cocky laugh.
“Jonas, I’m driving—be careful.”
“Don’t be such a pussy. You’re too old for that now. Fuck, it’s hot as hell in here.”
He took off his hoodie and was left wearing only a white tank top. His armpits had black hair damp with sweat. That sweat flooded my nostrils. His arms were huge, with well-defined biceps and triceps and blue and green veins. The scent of my cousin’s cologne and sweat filled the car and made me want to take a deep breath.
“Stop, David. Get over it,” I told myself. I didn’t want to feel the same way I did during my childhood and adolescence.
Without any warning, while we were stopped at a red light, my cousin grabbed my head firmly and rubbed it against his sweaty armpit. He laughed loudly and foolishly.
“So you can soak up some testosterone, little cousin.”
My face was covered in his sweat, and my heart was racing. It was the best scent I’d ever smelled in my life, but I couldn’t admit it…
I don’t know how I was going to get through this summer…
The drive home was torture.
Jonas had the music blasting, but every few minutes he would look over at me with that arrogant little smirk, like he could smell the effect he was having. My face was still damp from where he had rubbed it against his armpit at the red light. The scent clung to me — thick, masculine, a mix of sweat, deodorant and something that was just him.
I kept both hands on the wheel and tried to focus on the road.
“You’ve been quiet since the airport, lil’ cousin,” Jonas said, stretching in the passenger seat. His white tank top was damp under the arms. “Something on your mind?”
“No,” I lied.
He chuckled, low and knowing. “Sure.” He laughed and ruffled my hair again, harder this time.
When we got home, my mom was still at work. The house felt too quiet and too hot. Jonas dropped his bag in the living room and immediately pulled his tank top off, tossing it onto the couch without a second thought. His body was ridiculous — broad chest, thick arms, veins running down his biceps. He smelled even stronger now that he was half-naked.
“I’m taking the shower first,” he announced, already walking toward the stairs. Halfway up, he turned and looked down at me. “Unless you wanna come scrub my back, little cousin.”
I didn’t answer. He just laughed and kept walking.
That night, after dinner, my mom made it very clear that Jonas would be sleeping in my room.
“There’s only one guest room and it’s full of boxes right now,” she said cheerfully. “You boys used to share a bed when you were little. It’ll be fine.”
Jonas gave me a look across the table that made my stomach twist. “Yeah, Mom. We’ll be fine.”
Jonas gave me a look across the dinner table that made my stomach twist.
By the time we went upstairs it was late. I changed into a thin t-shirt and shorts while Jonas stripped down to just a pair of grey boxer briefs that sat low on his hips. He flopped onto my bed like it belonged to him, one arm behind his head, legs spread wide.
“Come on, David. Don’t stand there like a weirdo. Get in.”
I turned off the light and climbed in on the far side of the bed, staying as close to the edge as possible. The room was warm. Jonas’s body heat filled the space between us almost immediately. Every time he moved, I caught another wave of that scent — clean soap mixed with the sweat that never seemed to fully leave him.
I tried to sleep. I really tried.
Around two in the morning, I woke up to movement. Jonas had rolled closer. His heavy arm was draped over my waist, pulling my back against his chest. I could feel the heat of his body through my shirt. His breath was slow and steady against the back of my neck.
“Jonas…” I whispered.
“Relax,” he muttered, voice rough with sleep. “You’re so tense, lil cousin. Chill.”
His arm tightened slightly, pulling me more firmly against him. I could feel the solid muscle of his chest and stomach. And lower… I could feel the thick, heavy shape of his cock pressed against my ass through his boxers. He wasn’t fully hard, but he was big enough that there was no ignoring it.
I stayed completely still, heart pounding.
A few minutes later, Jonas shifted again. This time his nose brushed the back of my neck as he inhaled.
“Fuck, you smell like me,” he said quietly, almost amused. “From when I put your face in my pit earlier.”
I didn’t know what to say.
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest into my back.
“You didn’t even fight it. Just let me do it.” His voice dropped a little lower. “You like that shit, huh? The smell.”
“Jonas, stop…”
“What?” He sounded genuinely confused, but there was a teasing edge underneath. “I’m just saying. Most guys would’ve pushed me off. You just sat there and took it.”
His arm moved. His hand slid up under my t-shirt and rested flat against my stomach. His palm was huge and warm. He didn’t move it any lower. He just held it there, fingers spread.
“You’re skinny as fuck,” he murmured. “Need to eat more. Or maybe start lifting with me while I’m here.”
I swallowed hard. “Maybe.”
He was quiet for a while. Then he suddenly rolled onto his back, taking me with him so I ended up half on top of his chest. Before I could pull away, his hand came up and gripped the back of my head, guiding it toward his armpit.
“Smell,” he ordered, casual, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“Jonas—”
“Come on. You already did it in the car. Don’t act shy now.”
He didn’t force me hard, but his grip was firm. My face ended up pressed against the warm skin of his armpit. The scent was stronger here — deeper, muskier. I breathed in without meaning to.
Jonas let out a low, satisfied sound.
“Yeah… that’s it. Good boy.”
The words sent a rush of heat straight through me. I hated how much I liked hearing them.
He kept me there for almost a full minute, just holding my head in place while I breathed him in. His other hand stayed on my lower back, heavy and possessive. When he finally let go, I pulled back quickly, face burning.
Jonas was looking at me in the dark, eyes half-lidded but sharp.
“You’re fucking weird, you know that?” he said, but there was no real anger in it. Just amusement. “Getting all worked up over your cousin’s smell.”
“I’m not—”
“Yeah, you are.” He reached over and flicked my forehead. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. Kinda funny, actually. My little nerd cousin getting turned on by a real man.”
He rolled onto his side, facing me, and threw one heavy leg over mine, pinning me in place.
“Listen,” he said, voice lower now. “This summer… we’re gonna have fun. But nobody finds out about this shit. Not your mom. Not anyone. You keep your mouth shut and do what I say, and we’ll get along just fine.”
His leg pressed down a little harder.
“Understand?”
I nodded.
“Use your words, David.”
“…Yes.”
“Yes what?”
I swallowed. “Yes, Jonas.”
He smirked in the dark.
“Good boy.”
Then he closed his eyes like nothing had happened, leaving me trapped under his leg with my heart hammering and my cock aching against my shorts.
I didn’t sleep much that night.
Every time I started to drift off, Jonas would shift in his sleep and pull me closer, or I would catch another strong wave of his scent. At one point he rolled over completely and ended up with his face buried in my neck, breathing slow and deep while his arm stayed locked around my waist.
By the time the sun started coming through the curtains, I was exhausted, frustrated, and painfully hard.
Jonas woke up first. He stretched, yawned, and looked down at me with that same cocky grin.
“Morning, lil’ cousin,” he said, voice still rough from sleep. “You look like you didn’t sleep for shit.”
He reached over and ruffled my hair roughly, then stood up, adjusting his boxers without any shame. The outline of his cock was very obvious.
“I’m gonna go work out in the garage. You should come watch. Maybe you’ll learn something.”
He walked out of the room without waiting for an answer, leaving me lying there with the sheets tangled around me and the heavy, unmistakable scent of him still all over my pillow.
I stared at the ceiling and let out a shaky breath.
This summer was going to kill me…
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