In the blink of an eye, high school was over. Thanks to my hard work in the final stretch, I got into a great university. My parents were thrilled and decided to throw a big "thank you" banquet, inviting all our relatives to celebrate.
That night, my uncle, aunt, and even Yang’s parents showed up. From them, I got an update on how Yang was doing. He had settled in well; his grades were still pretty bad, but he’d joined the school’s American football team and was hoping for an athletic scholarship. Mr. Zhao handed me his phone, and I stepped into a quiet spot upstairs to give him a call.
It took a while for him to pick up. When he did, he sounded annoyed—clearly, I’d woken him up. I’d totally forgotten about the time difference.
"Dad? What gives? It’s six in the morning here..."
I chuckled. "...Six AM and still not out of bed? Yang, are you having another 'wet dream' or what?"
"...Liang-liang? Is that you?! Why are you calling from my dad’s number??"
Hearing his voice go from grumpy to instantly hyped made my nose tingle. "It's me. Your parents are over for dinner..."
Before I could finish, he launched into a machine-gun fire of questions: "How are you? I heard you’re done with exams—how’d you do? Where are you going to school? Man, I miss you! It’s so boring here! And English is freaking hard! I still barely understand half of what’s going on in class! But hey, I’m good at sports, so I made the team... Apparently, if you play well enough here, they give you a scholarship and a free ride to college!"
Hearing that familiar voice made my shoulders relax. It felt like a wall I hadn't even realized was there suddenly crumbled. I couldn't stop smiling.
"I’m training every day now. My whole body is constantly sore. I’ve got a practice game later today... Oh, and let me tell you, the girls here are insane. They’ve got the curves, the legs, and they’re aggressive. As soon as they hear I’m on the team, they’re all over me. I’ve already had three girlfriends! And yeah, I hit a home run with every single one of them. I mean, they’ve got bigger titts than you, but honestly, none of them feel as good to fuck as you did... It’s weird, that one week we had is still the best I’ve ever felt."
I cut him off. "...So, when are you coming back?"
He paused. "Probably not until I get my college stuff sorted... maybe another year. Since I was a transfer and had to do language school, I’m a bit behind. Why, you miss me?"
I laughed. "In your dreams! Get out of bed and go train. I’m hanging up; my mom is calling for me."
"But just thinking about that week is making me so hard... Baby~ Hubby’s big guy misses you~"
"Get lost!" I hung up, still smiling.
I went back downstairs to return the phone to his dad and noticed that my cousin, Lin Qi, had arrived.
He had completely shed his "little kid" look. He’d turned into a total hunk—at least 185cm tall, standing like a giant among the other kids. My uncle said that because his grades weren't great but his build was incredible, he’d switched to being a full-time student-athlete. He was a candidate for a pro career and lived at a specialized training base, rarely coming home. Looking at his broad shoulders and the defined muscles in his arms, I was impressed. I kept grabbing his waist, secretly enjoying how firm he felt through his clothes. He just laughed and squirmed, saying it tickled. He was a bit more reserved now that he was older—he didn't tackle-hug me like he used to, which made me feel a tiny bit lonely.
We’d grown up together and seen each other naked a thousand times, so I’d never really had a dirty thought about him. Seeing him find such a great path for himself made me genuinely happy and proud to have such a handsome athlete for a cousin.
Everyone had a blast that night. Since Qi was finally on break, my uncle let him stay at our place for a few days. I was planning to go on a little trip to clear my head, so I decided to take him with me. I’d booked hotels with king-sized beds; we’d been sharing beds since we were toddlers, so it wasn't a big deal.
Once we reached the city, we spent our days exploring—hiking, rowing, hitting up street food stalls. At night in the hotel, he’d excitedly tell me stories about his teammates. It was the relaxation I’d been craving. Every day was a blast. I’d usually fall asleep with a smile while listening to him ramble on.
On the last night of the trip, I must have had a salty dinner because I woke up feeling incredibly parched. Just as I was about to get up for water, I heard a strange but familiar sound. A rhythmic, muffled slapping. I turned toward the source.
There was Qi, eyes closed, lost in the rhythm of jerking himself off. In the faint glow of the hotel nightlight, the definition of his muscles was startling. I’d never really looked at his body properly before. The intense training had left him with zero body fat. His abs were a perfect eight-pack, his arms were thick and vascular, and his whole body looked like a coiled spring—like a young cheetah. But what shocked me most was what was in his hand.
I hadn't realized my little cousin had grown up that much. He was about my size now—thick, dark, and glistening under the dim light.
It had been a while since I’d seen another man’s equipment, and seeing such a "premium" specimen left me momentarily entranced. Before I knew it, my hand was already wrapped around his hardness.
Qi’s eyes snapped open. He stared blankly at the hand gripping him, his brain seemingly short-circuiting. I snapped out of it at the same time, looking at my own hand, not knowing what to do.
The two of us stayed frozen like statues, the only movement being the rhythmic pulsing of his member against my palm, radiating an incredible heat. His eyes would narrow slightly every time it throbbed, like he was fighting the urge to let go.
I gave it a little squeeze and forced a laugh. "Qi-qi... I haven't seen you in years. I didn't realize you’d grown so big..."
That seemed to snap him out of it. "I... it’s not that big... but my teammates say I’m pretty well-off..."
"Teammates?" I asked, surprised. "Your whole team has seen it?"
He chuckled. "Yeah, we shower together every day. Hard not to see. Uh, big bro... I’m sorry. I shouldn't have been doing this right next to you. I just haven't had a chance in days and I was feeling really pent up... I’m sorry."
I smiled. "There’s nothing wrong with jerking off. If you stayed pent up, Uncle would blame me for not taking care of you. But you know, doing it yourself all the time isn't great—you can get addicted. It’s better to have someone help you..."
He looked at me, his face turning red as I kept my hand on him. "Then... big bro, can you help me?" I didn't say a word, but I started moving my hand slowly. He let out a low groan, and a bit of clear fluid leaked from the tip, running down the shaft onto my hand.
As I worked him, I said, "Qi-qi, I can help you tonight, but in the future, you should really save this for someone you're close to..."
"But... big bro, you are the person I’m closest to," he panted.
I laughed. "Not like this. It should be a girlfriend or a wife."
He nodded, but then his eyes lit up. "Then I want to help you too!" I was already painfully hard. Even though he was my cousin, this "athlete's body" and the thick length in my hand were new and exciting, and I was already feeling "lewd." I nodded, let go of him, and sat beside him with my legs spread. My own length was already straining against my underwear.
Qi reached out and started stroking the vein through the fabric. The sensation made my skin crawl in the best way, and the fabric at the tip quickly darkened. He tapped the damp spot a few times, then—to my shock—he leaned down and put his mouth over the fabric.
I quickly tapped his hand. He looked up at me, pouting. "I was just curious if it tasted like anything..."
I told him seriously, "Qi-qi, in the future, if you want to taste something, taste your own. Don't go tasting other people's."
I knew we were crossing a line, but in my head, I figured a mutual handjob was the limit. He was my favorite cousin; I didn't want to "turn" him and put him on a difficult path.
He nodded and went back to stroking me through the underwear. I was so hard it hurt. Eventually, I lifted my hips, and with his help, I kicked my underwear off.
Being cousins, our "look" was actually pretty similar, though mine was a bit larger. He looked at mine with genuine awe. "Big bro, even our captain isn't as big as you!" I laughed. "Our genes are similar; yours will probably keep growing too." He beamed. "Really? Awesome! Having a big one just looks so much cooler!"
He gripped me and started working it, while I did the same for him. As the pleasure built up, we stopped talking. We just sat there side-by-side, working on each other.
I never would have guessed my cousin and I would end up jerking each other off. I watched the way I was moving the skin over his tip, the wet sounds echoing in the room. He was a solid weight in my hand, and he was clearly very hygienic—everything was clean and perfect. It was almost hypnotic. I heard myself whisper, "You know... it actually feels really good when someone uses their mouth..."
His eyes went wide. "Really? But you just said..."
I felt like I was in a trance. "...It's not okay with others, but since we're cousins, helping each other out is fine..." As I spoke, I leaned down, and my lips touched the tip of his member.
Hearing his breathing turn into raspy gasps, I opened my mouth and took the whole tip in. "Ah... Ah!" he cried out, his voice dropping an octave. "Big bro... that feels incredible..." I used my tongue to swirl around the head while sucking hard, then started sliding up and down. He was already losing his mind, pressing his hand into my hair and guiding me. Every time I dipped down, he pushed in further. Soon, he was holding my head and taking control, hitting the back of my throat.
While I was giving him a deep throat, I reached down to massage him below, wanting to give him the full experience. Since we’d gone this far, I wanted him to have everything.
Because of his team requirements, he was completely groomed. I loved the feel of his smooth, soft skin as I worked on him. He was thrusting his hips up now, working my mouth hard. He went a little too deep, causing me to gag and my eyes to water.
I pulled away, using my hand to finish the job while telling him, "That’s too rough! You have to be gentle with girls in the future." Then I gently pushed his legs back toward his chest and licked him lower down. Everything was smooth as a baby’s skin, with just a hint of fresh, athletic sweat.
I greedily explored his lower half for a bit before reaching the "forbidden zone" between his legs. His entrance was tight and neat. I leaned in for a sniff—nothing but fresh soap and youthful sweat.
I’ve realized every man feels different back there. I’m super sensitive; anything inside me feels amazing. Yang was okay with it, but not as sensitive as me. Ruoqi was a hard "no"—if I even brushed against him there during sex, he’d jump like a cat. I wondered how my cousin would react.
With that curiosity in mind, I gave it a little lick. Qi let out a loud "Oh—!" and his legs went limp. I looked up and saw his member jumping.
Turns out, we share the same "genes" in that department, too. With that confirmed, I got bold. I used my tongue to explore every inch, not missing the center. I pressed my mouth against him and worked my tongue inside. His eyes rolled back, and he panted heavily while jerking himself frantically, his whole body shaking. Soon, he was a slick, pulsing mess.
I looked up and asked, "If that feels good, there’s one more thing that’ll make you feel even better."
Still gasping, he nodded. I used a finger to prep him a little, then helped him up so he was straddling me.
"Okay, now slowly sit down on mine," I said.
He nodded, guided me to the right spot, and slowly lowered himself.
Under the dim hotel lights, I watched my cousin lower himself onto me. I was already leaking like crazy, so I was slick enough for both of us. The tip of my member touched him first, and the soft, wet muscle seemed to pulse around me. With a little more pressure, he took half of it. He was incredibly tight, and the sensation of him squeezing me made my head spin. He paused with a frown, taking deep breaths to adjust.
I rubbed his leg. "Qi-qi, you okay? We can stop if it’s too much..." He shook his head and sat down all the way. I felt everything stretch as I entered a hot, slick space that made every pore in my body tingle with joy. It was a sensation I’d never felt before—Yang and Ruoqi had only ever used me; I’d never been the one to take the lead. This was a first for both of us. I fought the urge to just slam upward and let him set the pace.
He gripped my chest and took the rest in one go. We both let out a long sigh of satisfaction. He closed his eyes and whispered, "Big bro... I just hit a spot inside... it felt so good..."
I panted and laughed. "Then start moving. Use mine to hit that spot again and again, and you’ll feel like that the whole time..." He nodded, gripped my chest, and started moving up and down.
"Ah! You hit it... Ah! Bro, again!... So good... Ngh... Ha..." He was bouncing up and down, making all sorts of sounds. I looked down at the lewd scene. My handsome athlete cousin was gripping my pecs while riding me. His tanned, lean body was pure muscle, his "ice-cube tray" abs were rippling, and his legs were spread wide in an "M" shape. He was using those powerful athlete legs to slam down on me, creating loud, wet slapping sounds. Despite the situation, his face looked incredibly focused. He was like a young cheetah, using his professional control and stamina to "capture" the pleasure of the act. His eyes were bright in the dim light, glistening with moisture from the intensity.
With his legs spread like that, I had a front-row seat to the show. Between his firm glutes, I could see myself disappearing and reappearing into his tightest spot with a wet "squelch." Looking at this fit teenager—his brow furrowed in pleasure, his perfect chest, those insane abs, and his own member bouncing around... Damn, I thought. I’m actually doing this with my cousin. I’m being completely shameless.
The moment that thought crossed my mind, I couldn't hold back. I finished inside him, feeling the heat hit him in waves.
Qi felt it and gave me a blissful smile, seemingly enjoying the sensation of being filled. But we still had one problem—the culprit that started this whole thing. Qi was still very much standing at attention.
"Big bro," he said, "Can I try it to you now? I want to know how that feels..."
I panted and nodded. He immediately hopped off, moved between my legs, and pulled my knees up. Before I could even say a word, he lunged forward and buried himself in me in one go.
Luckily, I seem to be built for this. Whether it was Yang or Ruoqi, I never got hurt. It’s like whenever I’m "in the mood," my body just relaxes and provides its own slickness. As I felt myself being stretched to the limit by my cousin, I sighed inwardly. Damn, I really was born with a rear meant for this.
Qi let out a loud, lewd moan. "Big bro, this is good too... no, wait, this is better!... Ah! Bro, don't clench like that... you’re gonna make me go early..." I fought through the pleasure and told him with a shaky voice, "When you’re with a girl... you can't be this rough... Ngh... You have to make sure you don't hurt her... okay?" He said, "I got it, Big bro..." then slammed his hips forward, making me gasp.
"Haha, this is fun... Big bro, every time I hit you, you get this really 'dirty' look on your face... (hit) See... (hit again) There it is again..." I glared at him, but he didn't even notice. He was too busy holding my feet and using his athletic waist to pound away.
Under his wild, youthful energy, I quickly turned into a puddle. My stomach was a mess of everything. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him close. While he was still going at it, I looked him in the eye and said, "I’m going to let you experience one more thing today... but you can only do this with your girlfriend later, okay?" He nodded, looking curious. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.
I probably shouldn't have done it. Jerking off or even having sex can be written off as just "physical," but kissing is too intimate. It leads to feelings. But I couldn't stop. I sucked on his tongue, tasting him, while he kept hitting that spot inside me. I figured, Just for tonight... I’ll let myself go.
His tongue was just as wild as the rest of him, exploring every corner of my mouth. After a long, messy kiss, he pulled back. "Whoa! Bro! Kissing like that is awesome!" I asked, confused, "Have you never kissed like that before?" He said, "I have, but just touching lips. No one ever used their tongue..." Good, I thought. At least I didn't take his first kiss.
He pressed my legs against my chest and started jackhammering with everything he had. Sweat was flying, skin was slapping, and he was bottoming out with every hit. I held onto him, matching his rhythm, lost in the pure bliss with my favorite cousin. "Bro... Bro... BRO! I’m going! Ah!" He slammed in deep, pressing his hips against me, and released everything.
Afterward, he collapsed on the bed, his chest heaving. I gave him a little kick. "Don't fall asleep yet. Go shower! The bed is going to smell like a locker room." I dragged him to the bathroom and we washed the sweat and mess off.
When we crawled back into bed, Qi whispered happily, "Big bro, thanks for teaching me all that... I love you the most..." I pulled him into a hug and ruffled his damp hair. "You big dummy..."
After lying there for a bit, he whispered, "Big bro... I’m hard again... Can we go one more time?" Man, athletes have insane stamina! I nodded and petted his messy hair. He immediately pushed me onto my side, lifted my leg, and dove back in.
This time he wasn't as wild. He went slow and deep, savoring every inch. He reached around to play with my chest, and I lay there with my eyes closed, enjoying the sparks of pleasure. His face was buried in my neck, his messy hair tickling my ear, his hot breath on my skin. The warmth inside from earlier made everything even slicker and more intense. And I knew, without even looking, that my own contribution from earlier was working its way out too.
As he worked on me, I reached back to stroke his hair. He was still that clingy little cousin, and I was still the big brother who adored him. It’s just that now, there was one more way for me to show it.
The next day, the trip was over and we headed home. Having only slept a few hours, both of us had massive dark circles under our eyes. We slept the whole way back and were still yawning when we finally walked through the door.
