What to do? What to do?
Chapter 4
Linden
Baseballpracticewasbrutaltoday. We have a big game coming up on Saturday, and we need to be ready. With my duffel bag slung over my shoulder, I rush up the stairs to my bedroom after I come home. Uncle Hanley and Aunt Liz are still at work, and I have the house to myself… or so I thought.
As I walk past Hugh’s closed door, I hear a weird sound coming from his room. I thought he was still at school, practicing for the football game on Friday.
I press my ear against his door. There’s grunting and mumbling. Then I hear a girl’s voice.
My hand lands on the knob, and I twist to test it out. Is it locked? Please be open.
It turns fully, and I ease the door open a crack and peek inside. My cock instantly hardens. Hugh is completely naked. He’s fucking stunning. His body is pure perfection. The muscles in his back are rippling, and his ass is perfectly tight and round as he thrusts into Susie, the girl who’s been chasing him. Hughis demanding, controlling, and dominant. Fuck that shit turns me on.
I can’t see her face since his arm blocks it, but I recognize her long, black hair. Her fingers with long red nails dig into his back. I wish they were my nails. I wish he were fucking me instead.
Hugh has no idea how I feel about him. I haven’t come out to anyone yet, so no one knows I’m gay at all.
I love how his thick, dark brown hair falls in waves across his forehead, and he has this dimple right on his chin that I want to lick. That’s probably weird, right? He’s only a couple of inches taller than I am and broader. I love everything about him.
I spend the next few minutes watching him thrust and pump and grunt. As soon as he comes, I shut his door quietly and go to my room. My cock now needs attention, so I head to my private bathroom to shower and rub one out.
Hugh will never know how I feel. What’s the point? He’s not into dudes that I’m aware of, and he’s my cousin. It seems… weird, being blood-related and all. Besides, Uncle Hanley would never tolerate it. Hell, I’m not sure I’ll ever tell my uncle about my sexuality. He doesn’t exactly give off ‘ally’ vibes. All I can do is fantasize and dream.
I was in the private bathroom in my office when the memory of seeing Hugh fuck someone for the first time hit me. It used to be my go-to fantasy whenever I rubbed one out as a teen.
After making sure the door was locked, I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my slacks. I pulled them down along with my underwear and fisted my cock, which I hovered over the toilet.
I’d been fucking horny as hell since Friday night. It wasn’t often Hugh fucked a man. Usually, he’d just have them suck him off. And what a man he chose, with his pretty black curls and those sweet lips Hugh had painted bright red. But it wasn’t hisattractiveness that drew me in, and I didn’t think it was about that for Hugh either. Andrew was so eager and responsive. He slipped into Hugh’s favorite kink effortlessly. Watching Andrew lean back into my cousin as if he belonged there as I fucked him was a work of art. He’d been fucking stunning. But watching Hugh? Jesus. He was completely enthralled. I could tell. He wasn’t always as into it with other guys as he’d been with Andrew. And that right there turnedmethe fuck on. Our sexual playtime together was the next best thing if I couldn’t have more of him.
I’d been repeatedly stroking myself off since.
I silenced my head and wound the clock back to Friday night. Fuck, that scene… Amazing.
My hand moved faster and faster. I had to come quickly since I needed to be ready for the next interview.
The ever-familiar pressure quickly built around my groin, and my balls drew tight and heavy.
“Hell, yeah…” I ground out quietly. “Come on. Come on.”
The pressure grew until I finally snapped and shot out cum into my hand and into the toilet. I kept stroking myself, milking my cock to prolong my orgasm until I had nothing left to give.
When I finished, I gave a quick shudder and washed my hands before zipping and buckling up. I ran my hands through my hair and straightened my tie.
I sat at my desk, crossed my leg over my knee, and stared out the large windows as I tapped my pen on my desk, thinking about Hugh and Andrew again, and how much he was into the role with the younger man. I was, too, but Hugh was more so.
My cousin had never come out as queer, not bisexual, pansexual, nada… While he didn’t fuck men often, he did it enough for me to wonder if he was bisexual. I never asked because I didn’t want to pressure him. He also may have kept silent for the same reasons I had—Uncle Hanley. Still, we toldeach other everything. Was it that big of a deal? Nah. I only wanted my cousin to be happy with himself, and sometimes I doubted that he was.
In the rare moments when he selected a man to fuck, they were usually twinks or had an androgenous vibe to them. He liked the small ones he could dominate, especially those with strong feminine qualities.
Maybe it wasn’t simply about bisexuality. Maybe Hugh was gynosexual. The women and men he chose to be with had strong feminine features and a sense of elegance about them. Then again, our partner from Friday wasn’t femme per se, despite wearing a lacy blouse. But then we discovered he enjoyed wearing lace panties, and that did it for my cousin. He was completely enthralled with Andrew.
My cousin was so damn sexual. His appetite was voracious, even more so than mine, and I had a healthy sex drive. He’d always been that way as soon as he’d lost his virginity. Ever since college, when I went along for the ride, as it was my only way in with him sexually. We didn’t touch each other or kiss, but I could watch him get off or fuck someone, and imagine it was me.
What I really wanted was to double penetrate a man, to feel Hugh’s cock brush against mine. The thought caused a shudder to pass through my body again. I doubt he’d ever do that, though.
Hugh had tried to do it with me and women, but I didn’t want to fuck women. While I had zero interest in them, sometimes I’d give in to be closer to him. To touch him. It was all I was allowed, not that I ever tried to have more with him.
