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BRADY:

    When I was growing up, it was only my mother and me, and I was always perfectly fine with that. Many of my friends had inimical relationships with their siblings, and I was glad I didn't have to deal with that whole mess. Of course, on occasion there were also those kids who seemed to get along with their siblings, which I envied, especially when the siblings in question were sexy older brothers.

    As for my father, I never asked any questions about him. I felt like family was a tricky subject in my household. My mother herself had been abandoned by her birth parents and grew up in and out of foster homes, so I didn't want to add any salt to the wound by asking about my pops, who was clearly absent for a reason. Maybe his absence was why I started hooking up with older men when I came out as a teenager, eventually landing me in a relationship with David and Sven – a married couple in their 50s.

    The closest male figure I had in my family was my uncle Douglas. Even he wasn't technically related to me; he and my mother had just grown up in the same foster home as brother and sister. I vaguely remember seeing more of my uncle when I was very little, but he eventually moved to Pennsylvania with his family and we never saw each other anymore. Uncle Douglas had much bigger ambitions, which led him all the way to the Senate. He was even getting some buzz as a possible presidential candidate in the future, so when he offered me an internship with his campaign the summer after my junior year in college, I jumped at the opportunity. Although I was loath to leave David and Sven behind in Boston, I knew I had to get some good credentials to add to my résumé before graduation.

    Uncle Douglas – or Senator Whitfield as he was known to most – spent a lot of time in D.C., but during the summer he was mostly back in his suburban home on a street named Stag Meadow Lane. I'd never been to Uncle Doug's house before, but it was pretty much just how I expected: a comfortable home on a quiet cul-de-sac where probably nothing fun ever happened. I started off by introducing myself to everyone. I'd only met my 9-year-old cousin Maegan once, when she was a baby, so this was pretty much my first time talking to her. She and my aunt Trinity seemed to stick together, driving around to playdates and going on shopping tours. My only other cousin was D.J., who'd also just finished his junior year – but in his case it was his junior year of high school.

    "I've applied to a bunch of colleges in Boston. So we might end up living in the same city next year," he told me as we sat shirtless in the backyard on the first Saturday after my arrival.

    "That'd be cool," I nodded.

    "Yeah, you could show me all the cool places to go out. We'd get to hang out," my cousin said enthusiastically. I thought he sounded overly clingy, but I didn't say anything. Truth was, D.J. had been clinging to me since I arrived here, and I couldn't think of a polite way to tell him to fuck off. He was a nice kid and all, but I didn't need anyone acting like my shadow. Besides, a four-year age difference between us might not be a lot, but I wasn't used to hanging out with anyone younger than me. I'd always been "an old soul" and preferred the company of more mature people.

    "So what do you wanna do today?" D.J. asked. Everyone else was out, and the worst part was I didn't have a car, so I couldn't get away from D.J. without asking to borrow his.

    "Umm, I need to FaceTime with some people back home," I said. "And that might take a while. So… I'll see you later, okay?"

    I picked up my iced coffee and went back inside the air-conditioned house, grateful to have a moment to myself. With two boyfriends and a slew of fuck buddies, I was used to having sex every day. But now, I hadn't gotten laid since I arrived at my uncle's house. Hopefully, a good jack-off sesh over FaceTime would do the trick and help alleviate some of my tension.

    I tried calling David and Sven but neither of them picked up. Feeling frustrated, I watched some of our homemade porn vids on my phone, stroking my dick in the bedroom that I shared with D.J. Not only had I not had sex in a week – this was my first time beating my meat in over a week as well! I quickly got hard, thanks to a video of my two daddy boyfriends spit-roasting me next to the floor-to-ceiling windows of their apartment, for all of Boston to see. 

    Leaking precum like a faucet, I brought some of it to my lips and licked it off, before using the rest of it as lube. On my phone screen, Sven's pierced dick came out of my ass and gave it a few slaps before going back in. I still remembered that very moment, when his Prince Albert hit my sweet spot and–

    "Ahhhhh!!!" I moaned in the video, blowing a handsfree load all over the windows overlooking Boston Common. At the same time, I got super close to an orgasm in the present as well. And then just as I was about to bust my nut–

    "Brady?!" came a knock-knock-knock on the door. "Are you busy?"

    "Argh. What is it, D.J.?!" I snapped impatiently while still polishing my stiff dick.

    "I didn't mean to interrupt, I just wanted to let you know I made more iced coffee," my cousin yelled from the other side of the door. "Do you want me to bring you some?"

    "No, that's okay," I replied loudly, getting further and further away from the orgasmic edge. "I'll come out and get some."

    I figured with the moment spoiled, I might as well save my nut for later. Maybe I'll get to FaceTime with David and Sven then. If not, I guess I could always do it in the shower, or wait until D.J. was asleep. So far, my sex life on Stag Meadow Lane was off to a bleak start!

 

D.J.:

    When I was little, I was the only kid of two parents who loved to spoil me. Granted, they set up very high goals for me academically, but they also showered me with gifts and trips that most kids my age could only dream of. When my sister was born, some of that attention was shifted away from me, but I had plenty of gaming consoles and tech gadgets to keep me occupied. Besides, that was about the time that I started puberty, and I definitely appreciated having some time on my own, so I could watch whatever porn I managed to finagle through the parental controls.

    Unfortunately, my folks were pretty tech savvy, and getting access to adult videos was tricky. For that reason, I began to get more and more into written porn, which was much easier to find. Before long, I found myself in the incest categories, reading about brothers or fathers and sons getting it on. It was illicit, it was taboo… and it was so fucking hot!

    When my cousin Brady came to stay with us for the summer, I was both excited and nervous. He was gay, like me, but had a lot more life experience under his belt. I felt like I could learn a lot from him, but I also didn't want to seem like a clingy kid chasing after him all the time. I tried my best to seem mature and... well, cool. He was always sweet to me and I could tell he liked me, but as the first few days of his visit went on, he seemed increasingly antsy and I couldn't help but feel he was already getting tired of me.

    In order to get Brady to like me, I tried being as helpful as possible, but some of my attempts backfired; like the time I knocked on the door offering him fresh coffee, without realizing he was in the bedroom trying to jack off. I figured out what he'd been doing a minute later, when he joined me in the kitchen with a semi in his shorts, which had a visible precum stain on them. Brady probably had no idea he was showing, but it made me blush to know I'd interrupted his private play time.  

    Later that night, I woke up slowly and realized I was hearing the wet sounds that were unmistakably a hand sliding up-and-down on a dick. The heavy breathing that accompanied it was the only other confirmation I needed – my cousin was jerking off, assuming I was asleep. The realization had an immediate effect on me, or rather on my tool. I was hard in three seconds flat. This was a scene from about a hundred different dirty stories I'd read. The big brother, cousin, or college roommate jerking off while the other horny boy just listens. I quickly realized that my dick was demanding I do more than just listen. My hand got going inside the thin shorts I wore to bed, and pretty soon I was pounding it at the same pace that Brady was.

    The light was low in the room, just a bit of moonlight peeking through the blinds. I could barely make out anything on Brady's side of the room… but what I didn't realize was that my side of the room was much more illuminated. I thought I was being discreet, but in fact I was being a fool. Suddenly, my cousin sat up in his bed and flipped the switch on his reading light. And... FUCK, there was his dick, with a literal spotlight shining on it.

    "Huh, guess there ain't no use in hiding," Brady said with a smirk. My cousin caught me jacking off; but it's not like he could get upset over it, since he was doing it first.

    His casual attitude put me somewhat at ease, and I didn't even try to hide the fact I was staring at his hard dick.  My cousin seemed… kinda into it, actually, bucking his hips in my direction a little as he got back to jerking. His dick was gorgeous, like something out of some of my favorite videos that I liked to go back to over and over. His balls seemed huge as well, and their smoothness glistened as much as his shaft did.

    I resumed my own rapid pace of jerking (I had never fully stopped) and marveled a little bit that my older cousin was checking me out. That made me feel a surge of pride, and I also realized that it turned me on A LOT. I made sure to put on a show, at least as much as I knew how to do. I wanted Brady to enjoy this, and hopefully repeat it with me in the future.

    "This feels so good," my cousin moaned, which pleased me to hear. "But so much better when someone else is doing it for ya."
   "Do– Do you want me to try?" I heard myself say. I couldn't believe I had uttered those words. What was I thinking? That was probably WAY too far, and I was suddenly worried I had totally fucked this up. But the grin on my cousin's face just got bigger.

    "You ever jacked anyone off, cuz?" he asked me. For half a second I thought about lying, but I knew he'd probably be able to tell.

    "N– No. Just myself," I replied, irritated that my voice cracked a little as I said it.

    "C'mon and give it a go then," Brady said, and removed his hand from his dick.

    I wobbled to his bed; my cousin's dick almost calling out to me. I took a deep breath and reached my hand out, embarrassed to see that it was shaking. I was so nervous, but there was no way I was backing out of this now.

    As my hand wrapped around his dick, I knew I was going to cum soon. This was overwhelming and my other hand shot back to my own dick, resuming the stroking. Brady was so fucking hard! It was like a steel rod I was gripping, and I had to remind myself not to squeeze too tightly. I'd made that mistake on myself a few times. After a good number of strokes, I felt his balls for a few seconds, loving how heavy they were as I ran my fingers around them.

    When I returned to his dick, I rubbed the head a little with my fingers as I stroked, and he moaned in pleasure.

    "Fuck, this feels soooo good," Brady said. "Keep that up and you're gonna see me shoot a huge load!"

    The knowledge that I was going to make my sexy older cousin cum was all it took to push me over the edge. As I felt the first surge coming, I stopped jerking myself and positioned my hand to catch my load. Otherwise I would have blown my load right onto Brady's chest, and I wasn't sure how he would feel about that.

    "Oh fuck, D.J." Brady exclaimed when he noticed I was shooting my load. "Fuck yeah, lemme see that cum!" The request surprised me, and since the spurts were lessening I opened up my hand a little so that he could see the growing puddle of milky fluid in my palm.

    I'd kept jerking him as I came, perhaps a little furiously due to all my excitement. Suddenly my cousin's cock throbbed in my hand and somehow felt like it got even harder, and I watched a jet of cum fly out and land on his pec, followed by another, and then another. I was transfixed, and ended up pulling my hand away so that I could just watch the rest of his climax. Brady blew like a fountain; shooting out more jizz than I'd ever seen my own dick produce. 

    When the last drops had worked their way out, my cuz's dick continued to throb along with his rapid heartbeat, and I just stared in awe. He finally returned his own hand to his shaft and squeezed it slowly from the base to the tip, which made a few more drops of spunk come out and dribble onto his stomach. Brady sighed deeply and then began to move two of his fingertips around in the sticky fluid.

    "D'you wanna try?" I heard him say, and my heart almost stopped when he raised his hand toward my face, the tips of his two fingers coated with his thick and creamy juices. He didn't have to clarify what he was asking, and he certainly didn't have to ask twice. My mouth opened eagerly as I moved my face toward his hand. I closed my eyes as I tasted another man's cum for the first time in my life.​