My cousin Maximilian

Before I start the story, I would like to express that I only promote the practice of safe sex. Protect yourself and get tested regularly to avoid the spreading of any sexually transmitted diseases. That being said, in the fantasy world that we about to enter, such diseases don’t exist. Therefore your discretion is advised.

My Mom told me during breakfast this morning that a cousin of mine called Max will move and stay with us in about a week time. He lives with his parents in a rural area and it’s not the most exciting place to be for a young man, also not a lot of job options for him too.

“Where is he gonna sleep, Mom? We only have 2 bedroom and I don’t think he’s up to sleep on the couch for a prolonged time.”, I asked my Mom.

“Well we’re gonna rearrange the attic so he will have his own space and privacy. On that note, can you please help your Dad to prepare the attic for Max? I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”, Mom commanded me while being busy cleaning up the plates.

“Come on, I don’t even know the guy and I already have to do him a favor. Why don’t he prepare it himself, then?”, I said, being slightly annoyed.

“Adam, that’s not how we treat our guests in this house, okay. Plus he’s such a nice boy, I’m sure you’ll get along very well. I think the last time you guys met was when you were 6 or 7, when Auntie Sarah got married, remember? He was probably around 10 or 12, not really sure. I know it’s a bit odd since it’s been a while but your Uncle Gary and his wife are “special cases”, they don’t believe in flying and to lazy to drive all the way up here, or not enough reasons probably to do it. He’s so conservative and a lot older than me so I don’t have that much in common with him or with Auntie Sarah. Even Sarah told me once that sometimes she forgets that she has a brother. Honestly, me too sometimes haha..”, Mom said while wiping the dining table.

I spent the whole weekend cleaning up the attic space with my Dad. He doesn’t say a lot about the whole situation, just mumble something under his breath like, “...bet it’s different when it comes to my family. Ah well, I just hope that he’s a nice kid.”

After we’re done cleaning up, we found a cabinet there and also a bed frame, so we just have to get a bed, some pillows, blankets and that kind of stuff. Mom said that she’ll do it so we can finally rest, it’s her time to chip in.

Once everything is at its place, the attic turns out to be a pretty cozy area. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind living there too. However it could get pretty warm up there and I’m very well known to not be able to sleep when it’s warm. My parents even got me a portable air con for my bedroom since it’s very challenging for me to sleep during summer months.

Fast forward to the day Max is arriving, mom prepared loads of food for us, which I think is confusing. It’s only one person extra than usual, no reason to cook so much. Probably she wants to show off her cooking skills. As for dad, he’s dressed pretty formally as if he’s going to go to church. When I poke fun at him, he only said, “First impression is everything and I want him to respect me as the man of the house.”

We drove to the airport to pick him up, not knowing exactly how he looks like. Mom is convinced that we’ll recognised him once we see him, but I think that’s just gambling. So I grabbed a paper and wrote his full name on it, just in case. And of course, my idea is proven to be successful because when this guy approached us, none of us recognised him until he said, “Uhm.. Auntie Susanne? I’m Max, the son of your brother, Gary.”

What a weird way to introduce himself, I thought to myself. Then I got distracted because Max is apparently a very attractive guy, nobody prepared me about this. He’s about 6’5 with a very nice posture, a strong jawline with clean shaven face and thick eyebrows, light blond hair that’s cropped short, almost military style. 

“Oh hi Max! So nice to finally see you again! I hope you had a pleasant journey! Oh now I sound like a flight attendant, hahaha. Oh right, here’s my husband, Phil, and my son, Adam. Not sure if you remember him but I think you guys met during Auntie Sarah’s wedding about 10 years ago. Oh yea, and please call me Sue, it’s definitely catchier than Susanne.”

I can tell that Mom is very nervous. She has this tick when she’s nervous that she’s saying “Oh” a lot while spitting so many words all at once. I can’t see why she has to be nervous, it’s not like she has to impress her brother. They haven’t been communicating in a while anyway.

So we’re walking back to our car while my parents are having some small talk with Max, about the journey and how his parents have been doing. I kept being quiet and just listen to the conversation while paying more attention to Max. He seems quiet and aloof, only answering with short sentences but still trying to be nice and polite, which is quite a contrast to mom’s rambling. But I guess he prefers it that way so he doesn’t have to be the one who’s talking so much.

Once we’re in the car, Mom asks him if he prefers to sit in the front so he can have a better view of our city, to which he declines. He said he prefers the back seat. That makes me a little bit nervous since he will sit next to me.

He removes his jacket after sitting down, showing his white T-Shirt underneath that is not the whitest anymore. However I can see that he has a nice tan and a quite strong body, assuming from all the farm job he’s been doing to help his Dad around.

“So how’s the farm doing, Max? Won’t your Dad need your help more now since he’s getting older?”, Dad asked him.

“Mh not really. We’re reducing so much since the demand is getting less and less. More competition nowadays, people with more money that can afford technologies and what not so they can produce more too. Plus more people are going vegan or whatever so not a lot of demand.”, he answered with a straight face while looking down, fidgeting on the zipper of his jacket.

“Oh well I guess the bright side is that it’s better for the environment, no offence, though. Also this gives you a solid reason to move over here now, living it up in the city! Being away from you parents is surely exciting for young people like you, and oh, I bet it’s more interesting for you compared to back home. More pretty girls around as well, right?!”, Mom said jokingly, to which Max only replied with a chuckle and a slight smile.

Once we’re home, Mom shows him around the house and afterwards told him to settle down first in his new home. Once he’s ready he can come downstairs and we’ll have dinner. She then told me to help her prepare the dinner table.

We’re almost finished preparing the table when Max came downstairs, wearing his white T-Shirt still and only a loose boxer short. I swallowed a big gulp of spit down my throat, looking at this display of masculinity in front of me, which makes me kind of awkward.

“Hope it’s ok if I’m dressed like this for dinner? It’s pretty warm in here and I don’t wanna change outfit so we’ll have less clothes to wash.” Max asked shyly.

“Oh honey, sure! Wear whatever is comfortable for you. We’re family. But you don’t have to worry about your laundry, we have a big washing machine. Plus Adam loves to change his clothes so often as well, he can’t stand the heat and doesn’t like to be sweaty”

“I don’t mind being sweaty, Mom. But I don’t like the feeling of wet fabric on my skin. It sticks everywhere and it doesn’t look good too, messing up my swag, you know.”, I say while winking and made everybody laughs, Max as well. I think that’s the first time he has a full blown laugh so far.

We had our dinner and talked some more. Max seems to be more relaxed now. He thanked Mom for the dinner, claiming that it was the best meal he’s ever had in his life, also ready to testify over a bible for this. Mom smiled so wide that she’s almost glowing after hearing what Max said.

“So listen, Max. A friend of mine has a construction company and he’s constantly looking for people. I told him that probably you’d be interested. I mean, you don’t have to like it but at least you got something for a start. If you don’t like it you can always find another job but at least you’re making enough money for yourself that you can use to explore this city.”, Dad offered him.

“Yes, Sir! That sounds like a great offer. Thank you for arranging everything for me. Also thank you Auntie Sue and Adam. I’m really happy that you’re all so nice to me.”, Max said while smiling. It seems that he’s sincerely thankful.

After dinner, Dad said that he’s gonna go to bed soon since he has an early day tomorrow. Good, so I can go to my room and probably watch some Netflix or so without any more awkward socialising. Max also excused himself and went upstairs.

I finished a couple of episodes of a series called Pose on Netflix, then I want to go to the bathroom to pee and probably get some snacks and continue my binge watching. When I step outside of my room, I see Max sitting on the sofa, both of his foot are folded, reading a book with only a dim light next to him. He’s shirtless and only wearing his boxer, also wearing his glasses. I didn’t know that he’s wearing one. Probably he’s been wearing contact lenses so far.

“Oh you’re still awake, Max? You can turn the lights on, though. It’s easier to read with the lights on, no?”, I asked him.

“Hey Adam, yea I just bought this book at the airport. The Da Vinci Code. My Dad doesn’t allow me to even mention this book, let alone bringing it home and reading it. He said it’s pure blasphemy.”, he answered while abruptly repositioning himself, letting his foot drop so it’s not on the sofa anymore.

“You can bring the table lamp upstairs if you want, I’m sure my parents won’t mind. I guess me and my Dad forgot to put one next to your bed upstairs, sorry.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I mean, if it’s okay for you I will stay here to read?”

“Of course! It’s your home as well now. Feel free to do what you want. My parents are pretty chill about everything, as you can probably tell so far. Oh and you can bring your foot up to the sofa too, don’t worry. I know it’s more comfy to read like that hahaha. And if you need some coffee or tea, we have it in the kitchen on the top left cupboard.”

“Thank you, Adam. Yea my Mom always complain if I sit with my foot up, making the sofa dirty, she said. Also god doesn’t approve of men spreading his legs that wide as well, she said.”, Max answers while putting his foot up to the sofa again, one foot folded under him and the other one raised. He hugs the raised foot and holding the book in between his hands, which doesn’t look comfortable at all to me.

“Hahahahah oh well then that means I’m going straight to hell since I love sitting on weird positions. Oh by the way, isn’t it super warm upstairs? I can’t stand it there but unfortunately we don’t have another space for you, except the sofa.”

“Yea it’s pretty steamy up there, to be frank. But I don’t mind it. It’s just more comfortable reading here.”

“If it’s too warm for you, you can also chill in my room. I have an air con in there since I can’t stand the heat at all.”

“Cool! Thanks for the offer, Adam!”

After the chat, I went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen and grabbed some snacks, then back to my room to continue watching Pose in my room. About an hour later, there’s a knock on my door.

“Yea come in!”, I said.

“Hey Adam, I think I’m gonna take your offer now and “chill” in your room, if that’s ok? It’s getting real warm there too.”, Max said while smiling, finding his own pun funny. He has such a dazzling smile.

“Sure, come in. I hope you don’t mind but I’m watching something now, but I can turn the volume down if you want.”

“No, don’t worry. I’m used to having weird noises, the perks of growing up in a farm with a bunch of animals, I guess.”, he said while coming in and then sitting on the floor, leaning his back on the bottom of bed frame.

“Is it comfy to sit on the floor like that? You can sit on the bed too.”

“Uhm.. I’m kinda sweaty though. So the floor is fine.”

“Oh my god, you’re not in prison, Max. It’s okay to do what you want to do here.”, I told him jokingly.

“Are you sure? I thought you don’t like sweat?”, he told me while smiling and starting to stand up.

“I don’t like me being sweaty and the fabric sticking to my skin. I don’t hate sweat, it’s just uncomfortable.”, I explained while making space on the bed so he has some space to sit down.

He sits down to my right, putting a pillow behind his back and adjusting his glasses, then continue his reading. He looks so handsome, concentrating to read. The space between his thick eyebrows are slightly squished together. I decided to continue watching the series, making sure not to stare at him for too long.

After a while he brought his left leg up and putting his left arm on top of his knee, still grabbing his book with both hands. Soon after I started to notice a whiff of his scent. His armpit is kind of open now and not too far to my face. It’s not too strong of a smell, but definitely noticeable. It’s not the smell of fresh sweat, but stronger, deeper funk. I imagined he hasn’t showered since he left his home this morning. I guess he noticed his smell too, soon after.

“Ooof, sorry Adam. I should’ve showered before.”

“Don’t worry, Max. You’re here to chill, not for a job interview.”, I told him laughingly while nudging his rib with my right elbow.

“Yea I’m gonna shower tomorrow before meeting your Dad’s friend then, so that I’m sure I’d be hella fresh for the interview.”, he answered. After that he looks at the TV and starting to watch the show I’m watching too. A long silence.

“What show is this?”, he asked me.

“It’s called Pose. It’s about the Ball culture in NYC in the 80s or so. Very funny yet thought provoking, I love it.”

“Are they all fags?”, he asked with a straight face. I immediately took offence on the word.

“Don’t use that word, Max! That’s very insulting! And to answer your question, yes they’re mostly gay or transgender.”, I said snarkily.

“Sorry, Adam. Back home we’re so used to say that word. I guess because no one’s a fag, oh sorry, no one’s gay back home.”

“I highly doubt that. We’re everywhere, you know. And you have to get used to not saying it anymore. It could hurt people’s feelings and probably you’re gonna get beat up by someone if you say that here in the city.”

“Did you say, “We”?”, he asked me with a very confused expression.

“Yes, Maxwell. I said, “We”. I am gay. So I guess you have to get used to that too.”, I told him, very apparently annoyed.

“Oh sorry, Adam. I didn’t know. You don’t seem like one of them.”

“What’s that suppose to mean?! Should I start strutting like these people on the TV? We’re all individuals, Max. It’s just a sexual orientation, it doesn’t have any telltale sign. Just like we can’t tell which person is into BDSM or getting off from eating shits or what not, you know.”

“Geez, Adam. I’m really sorry. It seems like I keep saying the wrong things. I don’t want to offend you, or anyone, to be honest.”

“Yea I guess it’s ok. You didn’t know better, but now you do. So you don’t have any excuses anymore to be wrong.”

“You’re right. I apologise, Adam. I will start to get used to it.”, he said apologetically.

“Good.”, I said, then raising the volume up of the TV, not in the mood for further conversation.

There’s a long pause of silence, just the sound of the TV. Then Max said something.

“I’ll get used to it, I promise. I guess you also have to get used to my smell then?”, he said while awkwardly smiling. I assumed he’s making a joke to break the ice.

“Hahahahah you’re an oddball, Max. I don’t think I will get used to your smell though, you stank!”, I gave in to his joke.

“Yea I do stank. Like a real man!!”, he giggles while lifting his arm up, then sniffing his armpit loudly and exhales in an exaggerated manner. I giggle along with him. He then continues reading his book. So I continue watching my show.

After several minutes, he said to me while still reading his book, not looking at me, “It’s Maximilian, by the way.”

“Huh? What?”, I asked, very confused.

“It’s not Maxwell. My name is Maximilian. It’s from the latin word Maximus, meaning “The Greatest”. So yeah, I’m the greatest, I guess.”, he explained and then shrugged while giving me a smug face, then smile brightly.

“The greatest? With a pit smelling like that?”, I answered while laughing at him. He laughs along and then playfully slams his book on my chest.

“Okay then, I’m Adam. Inspired by the first man ever created on earth. I guess I’m also gonna be the first man ever that dies from smelling something so foul coming from the pit of the greatest Maximilian!”, I decided to take more dig to him.

“Very well. Let’s make the premonition come true, then!”, Max said while opening his pit and shoving it to my face. I thought he was joking but he actually placed his whole armpit to my face while laughing. He did it so quickly that my mouth was still open, some of the hair even got inside my mouth. I struggle to push his arm up but he’s so strong, I can even feel him flexing his biceps, making sure I can’t push it up. Then he lift it up again.

“You’re a fuckin jerk, you know that right!”, I start to punch his body several times, not with all my strength but still pretty strong, in my opinion.

“The greatest fuckin jerk, that is. Ow, ow, stop!”, he’s laughing so hard. I can see all of his muscles getting tense to soften my punches. Wow he has a really nice body.

After it dies down a bit, he continues reading and I continue watching my show. Not long after he said he’s heading upstairs to sleep and told me good night. I decided to go to sleep afterwards too. However I still have his stench all over my face.

Oddly, I’m not bothered by it that much anymore. Somehow I also have a boner too. This can’t be right. I can’t be that guy who’s into pit sniffing, especially the smell of his own cousin. So I went to the bathroom to wash my face and then went to sleep. There’s a slight regret, though, I shouldn’t have washed it off of my face.

The next days went pretty uneventful. We’re all slowly getting used to Max being in our home. He’s also opening up more and more. He’s actually pretty funny and really respectful towards my parents, always addressing them with “Sir” and “Ma’am”, to which my Mom pointed out that I should learn a thing or two about respect from Max. He also keeps the whole house clean, always helping my Mom cleaning up after dinner. Helping my Dad as well around the house with skills I obviously don’t have, like fixing Dad’s toolshed or fixing the old lawnmower so that we can use it again.

To keep himself in shape, he loves to workout in his room in the attic. He claims that it’s good so he gets sweaty faster, burning more fat off of him, as if he has any left. Since the incident in my room, I somehow always try to sneak a whiff of him once in a while, especially after his sweaty workout. It’s very weird that the more I sniff his stench, the more I want to sniff it.

One day, I just finished shaving my face and accidentally hurt the space between my top lip and my nose. So I went to the kitchen to grab the first aid kit box and get some bandaid. There he is, standing all sweaty after one of his gruelling workout in the kitchen, filling his jug with tap water. We chat for a bit until he realised my wound.

“Adam, you’re bleeding.”

“Yea I accidentally cut myself while shaving. I’m looking for the first aid box but I guess Mom moved it, damnit.”, I answered while rummaging through the kitchen cabinet.

“Here, let me wipe it real quick before it drips down to your shirt.”, he reached over and wiped his fingers under my nose. I noticed his fingers are wet, soon after, all I can smell is his smell.

“Pfuhh your fingers are stinky, dude. I thought it’s only your pit that stinks.”, I told him. He’s just smiling very widely, then slowly turns into a bigger laugh.

“I just slipped my fingers between my pit and rubbed it on your face. There’s not that much blood to be honest, just wanna swipe my funk under your nose hahahahaha...”

“You are an asshole, Max! Fuck you! Why are you so proud of your stink?!”, again I start to punch him all over while giggling. It doesn’t seem to have any effect on him at all, my punches.

He then proudly flexes and said, “Too strong for you, little buddy. Even my aroma is too strong for you, it seems. But like I promised, I will get use to your rules and you will get use to my scent, so stop complaining.”

Then my Mom shows up in the kitchen. “You boys seems to get along well, but please Adam, stop trying to kill him!”

“Auntie Sue, Adam is not trying to kill me. I think he’s just trying to give me a deep tissue massage. At least it feels like it.”, he replies and then drink his water from his jug.

My Mom giggles and then helps me to find the first aid kit box, which she moves to the bottom drawer. She said she needs more space on the top cupboard to store more food, since we have Max here now and she wants him to have healthy food.

“He’s a big boy, he has to eat healthy and in good portion to stay strong. Especially I heard from Phil that his friend loves you so much that you’ll start working with him from Monday onwards. Construction is a hard job, you need all the energy you need, Max.”

“Oh congrats, Max! Why didn’t you tell me?!”, I said to Max.

“I haven’t got the chance since you came here and started punching me everywhere.” He smugly smile and replies to me.

Since Max started his construction job, I’ve been seeing him less and less around the house. It’s weird to say that I start to miss seeing him, even though it hasn’t been that long since he’s been living with us. The only perk is that he always comes home all sweaty and fragrant.

One day, I was watching the TV alone in my room in the evening and then there’s a knock on my door. It’s Max, he just came home from work and as expected, all sweaty and smelling like a man.

“Hey Adam, can I chill here again? It’s been a very hot and humid day. It would be great to enjoy your air con too.”, he asked while peeking his head through the door.

“Yea sure. But take off your shoes first ok. I don’t want the dirt to be scattered everywhere in my room.”

I heard him took his shoes off and then he came inside my room. I immediately can smell him all the way from here. Without any warning, my dick started to get hard, which I tried to conceal with my blanket and I adjusted my position, now sitting up. He then sat next to me, just as he did the first night he was here.

“Such a humid day today and we still managed to be on schedule, even slightly better than scheduled, to be honest. Don’t know which one’s stinkier now, my feet or my pits.”

“Pfuhh, who would like to know? I guess we will never know. It’s gonna be the secret of the universe.”, I said sarcastically. Then he removed his socks and throw them at my face. He’s laughing so hard now, seeing how I reacted to the socks being thrown at my face.

“Oh my god, it’s wet! What are you, man? An ice statue? It’s like your whole body is melting all day, every day!”

“Judging from my cut body, I guess I could be an ice statue. Someone must’ve carved these muscles on me, look at them, so defined!”, he removes his fully drenched T-Shirt and starting to flex around smugly, giving me a muscle show.

“Okay now I know the answer. Your pit definitely wins the competition. Though your socks are soggy, they only smell like they’re damp. I know sometimes feet can smell cheesy and thank god I’m not smelling any of those sharp stenches. But those pits, ooh wee..! It’s another story.”

“Oh come on, Adam. By now I bet you’re already so used to it. Not even surprised if you tell me that you’re starting to enjoy them.”

“Some metal rod must’ve hit your head pretty hard today at work because you’re just saying crazy things now. Do you have a concussion, Max?”

“Nah, I’m just real good when it comes to reading people. Besides, you told me you’re gay. Sooner or later you’ll enjoy the smell of man sweat, since it’s the signal of them plowing you long and hard.”

“And since when you’re the expert of man to man fornication, Maximilian?”

“Well, ever since the night you told me about your rules, I really do wanna keep my promise. So I did my own research. I’ve seen several gay porn and some of them have the guys either sniffing each other’s pit or at least one of them sniffing the other one. I guess it’s some sort of domination thing, also probably because of the pheromones. You know I used to work with animals, right? So I have to know how they tick, too.”

I’m so shocked. I have so many questions. He’s watching several gay porn?! He’s analysing me like one of his farm animal?! The fuck?!

I think he realises what he just said and corrected himself, “I’m not saying you’re an animal. But it’s just biology. Or at least I guess so. Just trying to make sense of it all. Sorry if I offended you once again.”

“I don’t know what to say, Max. I guess, thank you for doing your own research, but I’m definitely not a barn animal. I’m not even sure if I’m offended or not. But probably there’s a truth somewhere in what you say. Pheromones do play a huge role when it comes to mating.”

“Do you think I’m attractive, though?”, Max asked me, somehow sounds more serious than before.

“Not gonna respond to that, thank you. I’m sure it’s just another trap.”

“No, seriously. I wanna know. I mean, I work out a lot because I thought it will help me to get a date. But I guess my smell puts people off, so don’t matter if I’m attractive or not.”

“Hmm okay, well I think you are attractive. And you sure have a really great body, but I think you already know that. As with your smell, it’s not like you’re constantly stinky, I’m just teasing you most of the time. Sometimes I even have to stand really close to you to be able to catch a whiff.”

“So you DO like my smell, having to stand so close to me to just catch a whiff?!”

“Ugh, whatever, asshole. Just trying to cheer you up.”

“Then why are you hard?”, he asked while poking my boner with his finger. I just realised that all of this talking gets me move around so much and the blanket slides down already, exposing my hard dick.

“Oh fuck, geez, oh my god.”, I’m panicking and pulls the blanket up again.

“Hey, Adam, calm down, it’s ok, hey, hey, stop.”, he’s trying to calm me down and I wasn’t listening to him until he grabs both of my shoulder and stares at me directly, then I stopped panicking. He’s just staring at me pretty intensely, still his hands are on both of my shoulder. Before I realised it, he’s moving closer and closer and placed his lips on mine. That caught me completely off guard.

“Wow, that’s not as bad as I thought.”, Max broke the silence.

“People told me I’m not a lousy kisser, though. So I’m sure it’s not that bad.”, I try to joke to soften the tension. Max doesn’t say anything back, instead he softens his grips on my shoulders and softly slides his palms down along my arm, then slowly moves closer for another kiss. This time it’s a soft one. And then another one, and another one. I slowly slid my tongue out, which made him react at first but then he relaxes and reciprocate.

I leaned back slowly and slide down on my back. He’s still kissing me, his one palm stroking down my arm and the other one supporting my head, his thumb stroking my cheek.

“Gosh, your lips are so soft, Adam. Your skin too. I love touching them.”

“And yours are pretty rugged, but I like it. It’s masculine. Just like your stench.”

He laughs and then kiss the nape of my neck. Then he whispers, “I knew it, you’re acclimated to my funk already. I’m glad I force-fed my pit to you on that night.”

“Oh so this is all planned already? You manipulate me, huh?”

“Well my Dad told me already that I should be careful with you. He suspects that you’re a fag. But you’re not a fag, Adam, you’re MY fag now.”

I don’t know what’s going on but the word somehow doesn’t offend me. Instead it turns me on, by the way he’s saying it to me. I then slid my hand down and grab his crotch, he’s already hard, really hard. And it’s big. I slipped my hand inside his pants and grab his snake directly, skin to skin, which made him moan softly in my ear.

“Do you think you can suck me off, Adam?”

Without answering, I just moved and removed his pants, freeing his giant rod out of its damp cage. I stroke it slowly while seductively moving closer to his crotch. The closer I get, the more I can smell his virile fragrance. It’s a mixture of sweat and the smell of cum. I noticed that he’s starting to ooze some precum too.

I lick the head slowly and around the shaft, like I’m eating ice cream. He exhales and relaxes his muscular body, also opening up his legs for me to have a better access. So I started sucking his dick, trying to get everything down my throat, hitting my nose in his pubes. He seems to be impressed with my skill.

“Oh wow you can fit it all in? Damn, Adam. Aren’t you choking? Can you even breathe?”

“Breathing is overrated. Besides if the options are either breathing or having this manhood deep inside me, I’d choose the latter.”

“Fuuuuuu....”, he said while watching me swallow the whole thing, then rolls his eyes so far up the back of his head and leans back, putting both hands behind his head. This makes his pit stink circulate more in the room, as if cheering me to give him a better blowjob.

“I think you should stop now, Adam.”, he said while supporting his body with his elbow, looking down at me.

“Okay, are you regretting this? Is it not good enough?”

“No, stupid. Else I’m gonna bust soon and I wanna make this last.”, he said, then moves his hands to pull me up to him, giving me another passionate kiss.

He turns me around then, I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. He removes all my clothing and then lie on top of me. He slips his cock in between my ass cheek, sliding it up and down, as if fucking me. All while he’s busy kissing me.

“Fuck you’re so warm between your cheek, Adam, it feels so good.”

“It’s gonna be better if we lube it up.”, I suggested. He seems confused so I just grab my lube on my night drawer, which I use quite often to jerk off.

“Oh yeah, fuck, so much better. Damn it, man.”

He keeps sliding his big tool between my ass cheek. Once in a while the head pushed inside my asshole but then it slips out again. However the more he does it, the looser my hole gets. I even felt the tip slips inside several times.

“Hey I think your pecker is keeping on knocking on my door, desperately trying to get in.”, I told him in between him kissing me.

“..but baby, it’s cold outside!”, he smiles and then kisses me again.

One point I can definitely feel that he’s inside me, not fully but some parts of him.

“Oh fuck it’s inside me already, Max.”

“Nah, no it’s not. I’m just sliding around it, don’t worry.”

“Uhh.. I’m pretty sure it’s inside, I can feel it.”

“No, no, it’s just the lube playing tricks on you.”, he's trying to calm me down, kissing me all over.

“Max, I’m telling you, it’s inside me. I can feel my hole stretching.”

“Adam, it’s not. If it’s in you, it will feel like this...”, he said and then slams all the way in. I moaned loudly, hugging him tightly. It doesn’t hurt that much, considering how big and girthy his dick is. He stops until I can catch my breath again.

He slowly takes it out, add more lube and slides again between my cheeks.

“See, told you it wasn’t in. I was just doing this before...”, he explains while I can feel him half way in me.

“But it’s halfway in, man. I feel it throbbing already.”, I squealed while closing in my asshole, testing if he’s in or not.

“Naaah, see, if it’s in, it feels like THIS. But it wasn’t, it was more like THAT, not like THIS.”, he pulls it in and out every time he reiterate the word THIS and THAT, while whispering seductively to my ear. I can’t talk anymore, overwhelmed by his assault on my rear end.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna shoot soon. Damnit, Adam, you’re too tight. Fuck it, FUUUUU...!!!”, he slams it all the way inside me and shoots. I can feel him filling up my insides with his juice. It was a lot, I’m convinced that it will soon comes out on the back of my throat.

He’s still panting on top of me, gathering back his breath, his eyes are closed so intensely.

“Okay, Max. Rule number one. You can’t just shoot inside someone without telling them, especially without a condom. Second of all, I haven’t climaxed yet and you’re already finished.”, I complained a little bit while trying to push him off from the top of me.

He slouches down, putting his face next to my face. He moves his left hand to support me behind my neck and head, his right arm moves to my throat, grabbing it firmly.

“Did I say I’m finished? I told you I wanna make it last.”, he whispers dangerously to my ear, then starts to pump me again. I can smell him clearly now, since both of his pits are so close to my face now.

“Now it’s much better, it slides more comfortably inside you with my natural grease coating your insides.”, he says while picking up his pace.

“Hey, what is this. Are you gonna rape me all night?!”, I protested slightly, trying to push him off of me.

“Try to push me away, Adam. No, really, try. I’m too strong for you. I’m just gonna keep seeding you all night and you can’t do nothing about it. See this body? It’s all corn-fed muscles, you can’t fight me. Shh... Shh.. Instead of struggling, here, smell my pits!”, I tried to push him off to no avail. He’s right. He’s so strong. And so sweaty that my hands keep on sliding. Honestly, I’m hardly trying too, I somehow enjoy his play of power and dominance.

He then shove my face to his armpit, which is now extremely wet. All the hairs are laid flat on his skin already. He’s so strong so I chose to give in instead, letting his stench assaulting my nose.

“You wanna lick them, Adam? Savoring my taste all over your tongue? It’s literally like slurping on a bowl of Maximilian soup, enjoying my essence inside your mouth.”

“I’d love to but I don’t wanna ruin the smell. It’s already pristine the way it is, I don’t wanna mix in the smell of my spit in there.”

“Good boy, then start sniffing. Loudly. I wanna hear you sniff.”

I started to sniff loudly, which makes him fuck me harder, as if he’s proud that I’m inhaling his pit funk so deeply.

“Tell me how it smells, Adam. Tell me how that makes you feel.”

“It’s so strong, like a smell of a stallion. It’s almost rude because the scent demands all of my attention, like it’s.. like it’s..”

“Like it’s dominant? You enjoy being dominated by my funk?! Oh I know you do. I can feel your hole spasming every time you take a whiff. I can even feel your heartbeat going faster, it’s teasing the tip of my cock inside you. Damn, I really can feel your heartbeat with my cock, that’s really hot.”

He then kisses me really deeply, and fucks me senseless. It’s like he’s trying to pulverise my insides with his power.

“What a shame that you can’t lick me off. You’re missing out on my taste. But here, I have an idea.”, he said and then grabs his drenched T-Shirt, wiping his whole body with it. Now the shirt is sopping wet. He then told me to open my mouth, and twisting, squeezing his T-Shirt on top of my face. His sweat starts to seep out of it, dripping down to my face and to my mouth. I gladly drink them all, feeling like I’m being blessed by the rain of sweat. His sweat.

“Here, taste this too as your desert!”, he growls and then spits into my mouth. Then he covers my mouth with his palm and picks up his pace on fucking me again, forcing me to swallow it all.

It was all just too much. I can feel that I’m about to cum, even though I haven’t touched my dick at all. He’s punching my prostate so much that soon I can cum hands free. He’s a god.

“Looks like someone’s about to shoot. Hold it, Adam. You can’t cum yet. Let’s cum together. I’m there soon, hold on tight.”, he growls at me and I just hug him so tight, feeling him slick on top of me. His muscular torso unintentionally stroking my cock, and somehow my nipples too.

“It’s crazy that I’m fucking you silly here while your parents are sleeping next door. Now that’s a real fag, that’s MY fag. And I’m gonna fill you up once again, you will have a belly tomorrow, holding all my cum inside you.”, he’s just rambling nonsense in my ear now. But the thought of my parents sleeping innocently next door while I’m being shoved by a dominant dick all the way inside me sent me to the edge.

“Fuck, Max, I’m cumming! Fuuuccckkk..!!”

“Oh yeah, I can feel you cumming! It’s massaging my big dick inside you! Fuck that’s hot, fuuucckkk here comes my next loaaaaaaaaddd...!!!”, he growls like an apex predator while seeding me once again. Impressively, still a huge load coming from him, and I can feel it every time he’s shooting, then followed by a warm sensation, his warm jizz deep inside my core.

We’re both still laying there for at least another 5 minutes, panting. Gathering our breath. His cock still deep inside me.

“Damn, Adam. That was hella good. Had I known that it’s this good, I’d just stick it up inside you from the get go.”

“Well if you did that right away, it won’t be this good. I learned slowly to appreciate your stink and let it manipulate me.”

“So I guess you’re right, Adam. You’re the first man that’s deceased from the smell of my pits. And from that man reborns a fag that can’t get enough of this stink.”

“Hey, you promised not to use that word again.”

“Only to describe you. And only in bed, I promise.”

“Okay then, you are “The Greatest”, I admit it.”, I declared my defeat. My defeat to my hunky cousin and his obnoxious smell, The Greatest Maximilian.