The next morning was quiet. I was halfway to the door, still in my underwear, a travel mug in one hand and my bag slung over one shoulder, when the front door slammed open with a sudden BANG.
“Honey! I'm HOMEEE!”
I nearly jumped out of my skin.
Before I could even react, a wall of tanned muscle barreled through the doorway, beaming with that familiar manly energy and a duffle bag slung across his back. Zeek.
He spotted me instantly, his blue eyes lighting up like I was an old friend at a tailgate party. “Jake!” he shouted, and before I could say a single word, he was on me—wrapping me in those monstrous arms and lifting me right off the floor.
“HEY—HEY HEY—” I squeaked, my feet dangling midair as he spun me in a tight circle. He laughed, a big, open sound, and I laughed with him then—I swear—he kissed my neck. Just once. Light. But enough to make me freeze like a deer in headlights.
I’m not exactly what you’d call small.
I’ve got that solid, body. Thick arms, a soft belly that’s seen its fair share of good meals and cozy naps, and a generous layer of hair that covers my front. Chest, stomach, shoulders—even my thighs and forearms have a fuzz to them that people either admire or dislike. People also usually pretend not to stare at how tall I am.
Some folks call me a 'bear,' and I own that. I’m a chubby, hairy bear of a man—comfortable, warm, and absolutely huggable if you’re lucky enough to get close. My beard’s full, my shoulders strong under the softness and I got weight, literally and figuratively. I might not be the gym type, but I carry myself with the kind of confidence that says: I take up space, and I deserve to. Usually. All of that to say no one, and I mean no one picks me up like this.
By the time my toes touched the ground again, my face was beet red and I was holding onto his shoulders like he was a life preserver.
That’s when Jeramy appeared in the hallway, half-dressed in gym shorts, rubbing sleep from his eyes. He looked between the two of us, saw me flustered and flushed, Zeek grinning like a golden retriever who just stole a steak—and just rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Zeek,” he said, chuckling, “can you not pounce on my boyfriend first thing in the morning?”
Zeek dropped his duffle and bounded over. “Jer Bear!” he boomed, sweeping Jeramy into a bear hug that was so tight I could hear the air leave his lungs.
Jeramy grunted, smacking Zeek’s back playfully. “Good to see you too, man.”
As I tried to pull myself together, something weird happened. The scent Zeek left on me—sweaty, citrusy, and definitely a strong pit musk that shouldn’t have been appealing—hit me like a wave. I actually swayed a little, blinking.
I turned away, giggling under my breath, and quickly adjusted my underwear, half-hiding behind the doorframe trying to hide my tent.
“You joining us at the gym, Jake?” Zeek called out, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
I shook my head quickly. “No, I gotta work. Sorry.” Putting on my pants.
Zeek raised a brow and glanced at Jeramy, something unreadable passing over his face. “Well… that’s too bad.”
I shrugged it off, doing my best to play it cool even though I felt weird. “Rain check,” I said, stepping out the door.
But as I left, I couldn’t help but wonder… why he had that tone?
By the time lunch rolled around, I couldn’t concentrate. I’d been staring at the same email draft for twenty minutes, rereading the same sentence and not absorbing a word. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, then finally dropped to my lap with a sigh.
I leaned back in my chair and told my boss I wasn’t feeling well—half-truth, half-excuse. My stomach was fluttery, but not in a sick way. I just… wanted to go home. Spend the afternoon with Jeramy and Zeek. I didn’t want to sit in my cubicle all day, having FOMO. Not when all I could think about was Zeek’s arms, that hug, and the way Jeramy had smiled at me.
I pulled into the driveway about twenty minutes later, and as I approached the front door, I noticed it was unlocked.
Which was weird.
Jeramy was usually the kind to lock everything up—even if he was just taking a nap. I stepped inside, cautiously at first, and immediately froze. He must not be home.
Clothes. All over the floor. Nope definitely not home.
A trail, practically. Sneakers kicked off at the entryway, socks tossed onto the hallway rug, a gym tank draped over a dining chair like it had been peeled off mid-stride. I bent down and picked up a pair of underwear—short and light gray, briefs. They were definitely not Jeramy’s.
Zeek’s.
I chuckled to myself. Jer must have run out to do some errands and Zeek probably got on a hookup app and invited some girl, or guy over for a quicky.
I brought them up to my face without thinking, curious at first—but the moment my nose hit the sweaty ass crack, that familiar musk hit me like a punch in the gut. Sweat, citrus, earthy underneath it. My knees went a little weak, and I had to lean against the wall for a second.
That same wave of dizziness as before, like a heat blooming under my skin. But this was way stronger.
And I inhaled again. Deeper this time.
The scent curled around my senses, thick and heady, and I laughed softly under my breath, embarrassed by how intense the reaction was. Earthy and manly, smelling like sweaty ripe gym ass. Still holding the underwear, I straightened up, my heart thudding in my chest now—not from nerves, exactly… but something else.
Something was happening.
I glanced further down the hall, the trail of clothing leading toward the bedroom. Those were Jeramy's...
I'm in shock. I'm in disbelief. I'm unbelievably turned on if this is the truth. And I have to find out.
I stride down the hall and open our bed room door quietly. Then freeze in the doorway, my eyes widening as I took in the scene before me. Zeek was sitting in a plush armchair, naked with his legs spread wide, his thick cock disappearing between Jer's stretched lips with each bob of my man's head. Jer's ass is in the air, his cheeks jiggling as he works Zeek's shaft, lost in the pleasure of sucking off his cousin.
For a moment, neither of them noticed me standing there, my heart pounding in my chest, my head, and especially my cock, as I drank in the sight of their taboo sex.
They looked so right together, like two pieces of a puzzle clicking into place. The way Jer's head fits perfectly between Zeek's huge rippling thighs, the way Zeek's hands tangles in his cousin's hair, guiding him deeper onto his cock - it was clear that this was something they have done before, something they have been doing for god knows how long.
But then Zeek's eyes met mine, and I saw the shock registering on his face. His whole body stiffened in fear, and Jer started to pull off his cock. To see what was wrong.
But Zeek's his fingers tightening in his hair as he started to pull him back down. He was having none of that. With one hand on the top of his head Zeek's gripped the bottom of Jers Chin with the other wrapping his whole hand under it. He pulled Jed's face up just enough to look up at his cousin with pleading eyes.
"Don't stop," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. "Why would you stop sucking your favorite cock little cousin?"
Zeek hesitated for a moment, glancing back at me with a mix of embarrassment and arousal on his face. Then he relaxed back into the chair and pulled Jer's head back down onto his cock watching as he did so. Jer still none the wiser to my presence. He slowly lowered his head down to the base of his cock and held it there then he looked back up at me. Holding Jeramy down on his big dick while my baby started to gag and choke.
"Go on then, baby," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Show your boyfriend what a good little cocksucker you are for me."
Jer moaned around Zeek's length, the sound vibrating through his cousin's shaft as he started to gag and choke harder, I couldn't see but I know his eyes were watering.
I know he hasn't seen me... and Zeek said... well is this why he's so good at dirty talking to me? Did his big cousin train him to be a verbal little slut?
I felt my own cock throbbing in my pants, aching to be touched as I watched my man deep throat that fucker with wild abandon. His arms starting to bear on Zeek's thighs.
Zeek winked at me, his hips starting bucking up and down to meet Jer's eager mouth as he fucked his cousin's throat. I could see the pleasure written all over his face, the way his eyes rolled back in his head as Jer worked him over with all the skill and enthusiasm of a pro.
And yet, despite the heat of the moment, there was something almost tender about the way Zeek looked at Jer, the way he stroked his cousin's hair as he fucked his mouth. It was clear that this was more than just a casual hookup for them - this was something deep and taboo, going on here.
I knew I should feel jealous, seeing my boyfriend on his knees for another man. But instead, all I could feel was a sense of excitement, of anticipation for what they were gonna do next. I unbuttoned my pants and threw them down to my ankles. Sticking my hand in my underwear and stroking my aching cock. Zeek noticed and he made a stupid gooner face at me and nodded his head in approval. I mimicked it... I did the same fucking thing back.... I never do that shit I find it ridiculous but fuck if he didn't look hot doing it.
Zeek pulled Jeramy off his thick cock with a wet pop, his finger tracing over the younger man's swollen, slick lips. Jer breathed deep and hard catching his breath.
"Go on, baby," he said softly, his voice low and husky with desire. "Lick my balls. Show me how much you missed them."
Jeramy obediently leaned forward, his tongue snaking out to lap at the heavy sac that hung between Zeek's legs. He moaned softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he savored the musky taste of his cousin's skin.
"Oh, you missed this cock, didn't you?" Zeek teased, his fingers carding through Jeramy's hair. "Tell me how much you missed it."
"Uh, you've asked me that like a hundred times already," Jeramy grumbled, rolling his eyes laughing.
"Doesn't mean I don't love to hear you say it though." Zeek sits up and grabs his hair again and playfully slaps his face.
"I miss this cock so much," he purred, as Zeek presses his face into his crotch and Jer begins inhaling deeply. "It's so big" SINFFFFF "and fat"
Zeek chuckled, glancing over at me with a wicked grin. "Bigger than Jake's, right? That's one of the reasons you love this cock, don't you? Cause your boyfriend can't give you this big thick cock. Tell me."
I nod along eagerly, my own cock throbbing in my underwear as I watched the two of them together.
"Fuck yeah," Jer said, his voice shaking with need. "It's so much bigger than Jake's. I haven't had yours since we started dating. I. NEED. It."
"Damn right it is," Zeek said, his voice full of smug satisfaction. He leaned over and ran his fingers down Jeramy's back, tracing the curves of his ass giving it a hard slap until he reached his pucker. He rubbed it nice and hard then lifted his fingers and sniffed them. He made that sexy fucking gooner face agin. Looking at me and nodding his head like we were bros sharing a bitch at a kegger, and he just found out she had a boyfriend. He sucks his fingers getting them nice and wet.
"And who does this belong to?" he asked, circling one fingertip around Jeramy's hole agin.
Jeramy moaned loudly, pushing his hips back against Zeek's touch. "It's yours, cuz," he gasped, his voice high and needy. "It always has been, it always will be. I'm yours, all yours."
Zeek smiled, I could tell he was touched by how intense his response was. He pressed his finger against Jeramy's entrance, feeling the tight heat of him even through the thin membrane of skin. He pulled my man up by his neck and looked him dead in his eyes kissing him hard. The both moaned as they kissed like animals. Nashing teeth and fighting tongues.
"That's right, baby," he purred, his voice low and commanding. "This ass belongs to me. And I'm going to fuck it so hard you won't rember he exists."
Jeramy shuddered at the promise in Zeek's words, his hole clenching around the digit that was now fucking into his entrance. "Please," he whimpered, looking up at his cousin with pleading eyes. "I need it so bad. Please fuck me, Big cuz."
Zeek chuckled darkly, pulling his finger away and giving Jeramy's ass a sharp smack. "All in good time, Baby cuz," he said, his voice dripping with lust. "But first, I want to watch you suck my cock some more. I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my shaft while your boyfriend watches."
Jeramy moaned eagerly, turning back to Zeek's thick length and wrapping his lips around the head once more. I watched, mesmerized, as he started to bob up and down again, his tongue swirling around Zeek's tip as he worked him deeper and deeper into his throat.
The sight of my boyfriend on his knees for another man was almost too much to bear, the taboo nature of them being first cousins sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the thrill I felt watching them together, the way they moved in perfect sync with each other they knew each others bodies so well.
As I stood there, lost in the haze of lust and desire.
Zeek stared at me for a long moment then lifted Jeramy up from his knees, cupping his face in his large hands and pulling him in for a soft, lingering kiss. I could see the love and desire shining in his eyes as he gazed down at his younger cousin, his voice low and husky as he spoke.
"Okay, little cousin," he said, his fingers trailing down Jeramy's back to rest on the swell of his ass. "I'm going to turn you around now, and I'm going to eat this sweet ass of yours. I'm going to lick your musky butt until it's nice and ready for my big, fat cousin cock."
Jeramy shivered at the promise in Zeek's words, his eyes darkening with lust. "Yes,big fat cock," he whispered, his voice shaking with need.
"Please, I want your tongue on me. I want you to taste me, to get me ready for your cock."
Zeek smiled, pleased by Jeramy's eagerness. But he slapped his face playfully "Come on now. This isn't a regular cock like your boyfriend's baby. Say what it is. Say it so you know what kind of nasty slut you are for wanting it so bad."
"Cousin cock. Big fat cousin cock. My big fat cousin's cock"
He smiled kissing Jer. Then he looked at me as he did so then at the door. I watched, my breath catching in my throat. It was clear that he was giving me an out, a chance to leave if I wanted to continue this little game of Jeramy not knowing I knew about this. But...watching my boyfriend get eaten out by his sexy cousin... I needed to...
As if reading my mind, Zeek looked up at me again, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Go on, baby," he purred, his voice muffled by Jeramy's kiss. Then he stood up towering over Jeramy. "Tell me what you want. Tell me how much you want my big, fat cousin cock in you." He looked down at him stroking it.
Jeramy moaned, his hips rocking and bouncing up and down involuntarily while he watched Zeek stroke. "I want your cousin cock, Big cuz," he gasped, his voice high and needy. "I want it so bad. I want you to fuck me with your big, thick cousin dick."
Zeek chuckled, the sound vibrating through Jeramy's body. "That's it, baby," he said, his voice low and commanding. "Good boy. Keep saying it. Tell me what you want."
"I want your cousin cock," Jeramy repeated, his words slurred with pleasure. "I want your big, fat, cousin cock in me. I want you to fuck me so hard I'll feel like you're inside me for days."
Zeek smiled, clearly pleased by Jeramy's dirty talk. He pulled back for a moment, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Stroking his cock more.
"Again," he said, his voice firm. "Say it again. And this time, say 'big cousin cock.'"
Jeramy whimpered, his body trembling with need. "Please, cuz," he begged, his voice breaking. "I want your big cousin cock in me. I want you to split me open with it, to fill me up so fucking deep with your big cousin cock."
Zeek moaned at Jeramy's words, his own cock twitching with arousal. He looked up at me again, his eyes challenging me then he directed me to the door firmly this time. A golden retriever with some teeth. I liked it. And I got the hint.
I loved the idea that I was the one that should give them privacy. But at the same time, I couldn't deny how bad I wanted to stay and watch.
So, I slowly backed away to the door, giving Zeek a wink as I did so. I knelt down just outside the room, pulling my underwear down to free my throbbing cock and shut the door as Zeek watched me he laughed and nodded his approval with his stupid gooner face.
Immediately I could hear the wet sounds of Zeek eating Jeramy out, my man's moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing second. And then, finally, I heard the sound of skin slapping against skin as Zeek started to fuck him, his thick cock splitting Jeramy open.
"Oh fuck, cuz," Jeramy moaned, his voice high and breathy. "It's been too long. You're so much bigger than him. So much fucking bigger than all of them. No one will compare to big fat cousin cock!"
Zeek growled his response muffled by the door, his hips snapping forward as he pounded into Jeramy's tight heat. "That's right, baby," he purred, his voice low and dirty. "Take my big fat cousin cock. Take it all like a good little slut. My good little slut"
I listened, enraptured, as the two of them fucked each other senseless, their bodies coming together in a frenzy of cousin fucking lust. And then, finally, I felt my own release building in my balls, my hand flying over my cock as I chased my pleasure.
I came hard, spurting all over the floor as I listened to Jeramy scream his pleasure, telling Zeek over and over again how much better he was than me. It was blinding, earth-shattering, the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. My dick shook my balls felt like they were trying to race inside me.
I cleaned myself up and dressed, hurrying out of the house to give them time to settle and get back to normal. As I drove to pick up dinner my cock got hard again thinking that Jer had no clue that one I now know he fucks his cousin, and that two Zeek had just made me a cuck for the very first time.
