It’s the last week of senior year, and with a little bit of struggling we made the seemingly impossible happen — my cousin graduated high school. Not only did he graduate, but he maintained a solid 3.4 GPA the whole year AND played on his school’s baseball team. He had a rough start, but he got through it with a little help from his older cousin.
Halfway through his senior year, he decided he wanted to stay in the area and go to college nearby and continue to live together. I told him I didn’t have any problem with that and literally nothing would change, even after he turned 21. He’d have to stick by his parents’ rules as long as he was on their dime. He knew how to play the game and he had been there before.
His parents were so pleased by his improvement that they offered what was essentially a blank check for his summer after graduation. They never let him get a passport when he was a kid, and they never gave him his birth certificate after he turned 18 so he could get one himself, so our options were limited. I say “our” because of course he wanted to bring me along. He told his parents, “There’s no way I could have done any of this alone. If anyone deserves to go anywhere, it’s him,” as he put his arm around me on graduation day. I said, “I just did what anyone would do for family.”
I never came from money, by any means. I got by, but my idea of going on vacation was a weekend in Vegas. My cousin, on the other hand, had other ideas. He already knew his parents would do something over the top and started putting ideas together. As it turns out, he was looking at chartering a boat to float around for as long as he could get away with, which actually worked. His parents agreed to it, and we went home to pack.
He asked me, “What do you think I should bring?” I said, “You tell me, sailor boy. What do you have planned?” He said, “Not much, but I don’t plan on setting foot on dry land for two weeks, so pack accordingly.” I packed a bunch of board shorts and t-shirts, a few pajama bottoms, one pair of jeans, a few pair of socks, and I stepped into my go-to DCs and I was ready to go. While he was taking his things to the car, I went into his room and grabbed a few jockstraps, baseball socks, baseball pants, compression shirts, and two pairs of his cleats and stuffed them all in my bag. At the last minute, I went back into my bathroom and put one of the jockstraps on under my clothes and got ready to head out.
We stopped for groceries and other supplies on our way to the marina.
His parents chartered a huge boat. I guess it could be called a yacht. It wasn’t so big that it needed a crew. The controls looked like the starship Enterprise, but he seemed to know what he was doing — it was kind of hot. Kids that grew up with money is something I’ll never understand. The rental company took as aboard and showed us around. There were four bedrooms, which I was told are called “staterooms,” a small kitchen, called a “galley,” a lounge area, the bridge, and then the deck, upper deck, and a storage area for the smaller watercraft. He took us out to sea and set a course, or a heading, I honestly don’t know. Apparently, boats have auto pilot. Who knew?
After the boat was doing its thing, he said we should go check out the rooms. Two of the rooms had bunk beds so we basically decided those rooms don’t exist. One room had a queen size mattress and the last room was the master stateroom which was the biggest, of course, and had the en suite bathroom and a little couch and a TV.
I told my cousin, “You take the master stateroom, it’s your trip, I’m just tagging along.” He said, “I wouldn’t be here, if it wasn’t for you. Literally. I was spiraling.” I said, “Shut up. Rock, paper, scissors? I honestly don’t care — it’s just for sleeping.” My cousin paused for a moment and looked down at his feet and mumbled, “Or we can share this one” I said, “Bro… That’s pretty gay…” I saw his face and neck start to turn red, then I lowered my waistband so he could see that I was wearing his jockstrap and he looked up at me and asked, “Seriously?” I said, “How else am I gonna repay you for bringing me along?” He slapped my ass and grabbed it and said, “I dunno, but this is a pretty good start.” I said, “Alright, calm down. You gotta take it easy, though. Last time I could sit right for a week.” He laughed and said, “Hah, good. Let’s check out the rest of the boat.”
We looked around and got familiar with the layout and learned where everything was and decided it was a good spot to drop the anchor and take a dip. My cousin went to get changed into a bathing suit and I went to take a look around to see where we were. There was nothing visible in any direction as far as the eye could see — it was a bit terrifying, to be honest. No land, no other boats. I had no idea where we were or how far from land we were.
My cousin came outside wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses, and the tightest boyshort cut bathing suit I’ve ever seen, it had to have been two sizes too small — I swear I could see the wrinkles in his cock through that thing klasbahis yeni giriş — and of course, his go-to DC sneakers. I was sitting on a chair and he walked up next to me and looked around. He took off his hat and glasses and put them on the chair next to me then he took off one shoe and dropped it next to me and took off the other shoe and held it on my face and I inhaled deeply while grabbing my crotch. He laughed and said, “You’re such a fucking freak, bro.” Then he jumped in the water.
I watched him swim around for a while and then went inside to unpack and settle in, putting things away in the dresser and closet. I put the empty suitcases in one of the spare staterooms so they’d be out of the way and then I got a towel and brought it back outside with me and lowered the ladder so it would be available when he was ready to come back aboard.
I have no idea how much time had passed, but I moved inside to watch him from the comfort of the air conditioning. I saw him climb the ladder and put it away and he found his towel that I laid out on the chair in the sun. He gathered his hat, glasses, and shoes and came inside. As he was drying his hair, I could see a tan line starting to form already along his waist and I said, “You should probably lose the suit next time so you don’t get a tan line. It’s not like there’s anyone else out here, anyway.” He looked down at his waist and said, “Huh. Good idea.” And peeled off his wet bathing suit and kicked it at me.
“Is this what you were hoping to see?” he asked as he walked toward me.
“See? No. I see it plenty at home. You’re not shy about walking around naked,” I responded as I grabbed his cock a little more forcefully than I intended causing him to jump, “but ride, absolutely. It’s been way too long,” as I started massaging his massive member, coaxing an erection.
He leaned in for a kiss and I pulled away. “Whoa,” I said, “We’ve never done that before.” He said, “Sorry.” I said, “Don’t be sorry. It just caught me off guard. Hang on. Try again.” He said, “No. It was stupid.” I said, “If you don’t try again, I’m going to blow you and then kiss you with a mouth full of your own jizz.” He said, “Fucking gross!” And before he could finish his sentence, I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him close, tongues intertwining, almost a year of desire being released in that single moment.
The hand I used to pull his head in slowly drifted down his back, over his muscular ass, and between his cheeks, finding his tight, warm asshole. I slipped a finger in, just a knuckle or two deep, and felt his erection grow even stronger almost immediately. I dropped to my knees and immediately started servicing him with my mouth, continuing to work his asshole with my fingers. I started to taste precum and I looked up at him, making eye contact, saying everything I need to say with just one look. I see him bite his lip and nod.
I stood up, dropped my shorts exposing the jockstrap I borrowed, turned around, took a wide stance, bent over the table, laid across the dining table gripping the far edge, and braced myself to take all of Mr. Meat. Mr. Meat is the nickname I had lovingly given his well-endowed member. At 8 inches long with a 5-inch girth, it was no easy task to take him balls deep, especially when he wasn’t exactly the most patient once you got him going.
Unexpectedly, I felt a velvety wet, warm sensation where a hard, dull thrust should have been. I looked over my shoulder to see the top of his head just barely visible about waist high and I’m suddenly overcome with immense pleasure. He was eating my ass. He was on his knees and stroking his dick as his tongue worked my asshole over slowly and deeply. He spread my cheeks and buried his face as deep as he could. After a little while, he stopped and asked, “Ready to get fucked?” I nodded and muttered, “uh-huh.” He stood up and I felt his thighs press up against mine as the tip of his cock pressed against my puckered asshole. I felt slow, steady pressure, and gentle pushing until he was finally in and then he stopped and asked, “You good?” I nodded and said, “Go. Keep going.”
He took me slowly, taking his time, going gently — almost savoring it. It wasn’t as painful as it had been in the past. I asked him to flip me over, to let me watch him go in me. He pulled out and there was momentary relief and a sense of emptiness. I kicked my shorts off and damn near tore my shirt off. I stood there in just his jockstrap as I got on my back on the table. I put my ankles on his shoulders and my hands on his hips and said “fuck me.” He slid his cock back inside me and resumed his slow, gentle rhythm and I said, “No. Fuck me like I owe you money.”
He started thrusting powerfully, but with short strokes gradually going longer until he was stroking the entire length of his penis with my asshole. It was so hot, I became fully erect and his jockstrap could no longer contain me. He pulled my cock out and gripped it, using it as leverage as he rammed into me.
I lowered my legs from his shoulders klasbahis giriş and wrapped them around his waist, crossing my ankles behind him, getting him to bend down over me. The truth is, I was starting to get sore and I wanted him to cum. I put my arms around him and kissed him deeply. Apparently, that’s all it took because I felt a break in his rhythm followed by a shudder. He thrust a few more times, pulled out, and a trail of hot, sticky satisfaction came leaking out of me.
He picked up his towel to wipe himself off and tossed it to me so I could do the same.
He came up to me and started stroking me and I put my hand on his and said, “Later.” He looked at me, puzzled, and asked, “Did I do something wrong?” I said, “What? No! I’ll get mine later. I have something planned,” with a smirk on my face. He looked back at me, just a tiny bit scared and said, “Oh, man. I don’t know whether to be scared or excited.” I said, “Maybe a little of both.” He pulled his hand up and saw my precum on it and showed me and asked, “You sure you don’t wanna go now?” I said, “I mean, I could go now, but let me catch my breath first.” He licked my precum off his hand and then wiped his hand across my face and said, “Too late, I changed my mind” and ran outside and jumped in the ocean stark naked. He was always really good at teasing.
I watched him swim for a while and then told him I was going to take a shower before dinner. He said that sounded like a good idea and he’d be in shortly. I looked out a change of clothes for myself for after my shower in the master stateroom and when I got out, I heard the other shower running. I didn’t notice the water pressure drop, which was pretty impressive. I didn’t know a thing about boats so I didn’t know what to expect. The shower in the master stateroom was definitely big enough to share, but I didn’t think anything of it.
I got dressed and set out the clothes I wanted him to wear for the evening on the bed and headed to the galley to get started on dinner. I heard the shower turn off and the door open followed by a burst of laughter.
“You just couldn’t resist, could you? There’s something about this that really gets you going, isn’t there?” He asked.
I could hear him getting dressed, which excited me.
“I really can’t help myself when it comes to that whole look, plus I don’t know how much longer you’ll indulge me,” I responded.
I heard the click-clack of his cleats coming down the hallway and he said, “Don’t worry, I plan on playing in college. You have at least four more years.”
He was a full inch taller than me in his cleats, which was kind of hot. He was wearing his high school baseball uniform. The cleats, socks, pants, jockstrap and compression undershirt all hugging his perfectly formed body. No jersey because I wanted to see that torso. I looked him up and down and then he looked at me and asked, “Didn’t you pack anything to wear?” I was wearing his DCs, bathing suit, shirt, and baseball cap from earlier that day. I looked down at myself, adjusted my bulge, turned the cap backwards and said, “Yeah, but this looks better on me, anyway.”
He laughed and said, “Sounds familiar. Need any help?” I said, “Probably. Let’s get this figured out so I can get to dessert,” and slapped his ass. He grabbed my crotch and said, “We can just skip to dessert now.” I laughed and said, “Now, now, little cousin. No dessert if you don’t eat your dinner.” He reached up, pinched my nipple and said, “Fine…” I jumped and tried to slap his dick, but forgot he was wearing a cup and he laughed. He helped me prepare the meal and we went outside to eat and watch the sunset.
We went back inside, put the dishes in the sink and sat on the couch in the lounge. I turned on the TV and looked for something to watch, or at least have on in the background. I handed him the remote and got up to close the doors and turn on the AC and dim the lights. I put my feet up on the coffee table and looked at his shoes on my feet and said, “I really like these.” He said, “Yeah? You can have them, if you want.” I said, “Bro, we live together, we literally share everything… And… Didn’t these start off as mine..?” I looked at him and I could see him trying not to laugh. I threw a pillow at him and said, “You’re such a bitch!” He said, “Hey! You’re literally wearing everything of mine! Except the shoes…”
I said, “Speaking of which, I don’t know how you do it since you’re way bigger than me,” and I started to peel his bathing suit off my waist. He said, “We’re about the same size flaccid… Besides, I only brought that one because I knew you’d like it. The rest are the right size.” I said, “Well, you weren’t wrong. Did you find something to watch?” He looked down at my crotch and said, “Yeah.” I said, “On the TV, perv.” He said, “Oh, that. I dunno. I’ll keep looking.”
I laid back a little and said, “Come here.” He put his head on my shoulder and I said, “What? No. Put my dick in your mouth.” He looked at my sheepishly and grabbed my dick and began tugging at it. As I became erect, klasbahis güvenilirmi he wrapped his lips around the head of my cock and began sucking. I said, “Make it messy.” He started slurping and going all the way to the base. He got on his knees in front of me and started to deep throat me. I put a hand on top of his head and ran my fingers through his hair gently pushing his head as he bobbed up and down — holding his head in place as he reached the base of the shaft.
After a few minutes of extraordinary head I asked, “Are you ready?” He nodded, stood up, turned around, unbuckled his belt, unsnapped his baseball pants, and lowered them just below his ass. He began to squat over me. I put a hand on his hip and another hand on my dick. He spread his ass with both hands as I guided it in while he lowered himself onto me. As I was penetrating him, he threw his head back and moaned. He continued to sit all the way down to the base and rode me until I could tell he was getting tired. I didn’t blame him, it was an awkward position to be in and the boat was rocking and he was wearing cleats. I tapped his ass, literally and figuratively, and said, “Let’s move this to the bed.” He stood up slowly, which felt amazing, and I followed him into our room.
“Get on your back,” I told him, and he complied with his legs up. I took his cleats off, taking one and inhaling deeply. He chucked while shaking his head saying, “Such a freak.” I pulled his pants off, and pinned his legs up so his knees were up by his shoulders and I plunged my erection right back into him, thrusting hard and deep.
“Oh, my God!” He exclaimed. “Just like that. Keep going!”
I didn’t change a thing and did exactly what he said and I could see the tip of his dick poking up above the waistband of his jockstrap when I looked down. I continued thrusting and I could hear him say, “I’m almost… Keep going…” I continued pounding him and put a hand on his throat and that seemed to do the trick because about ten seconds later, he was cumming everywhere.
I slowed down a little and said, “That’s new.” He said, “Yeah, tell me about it. That was amazing.” I said, “Okay, my turn.” He said, “Anything you want after that. Holy shit.”
I readjusted his position on his back and continued to thrust. I grabbed his legs, put them together, and put his feet on my face. The faint trace of game day musk combined with the sweat he worked up from our activities was enough to push me over the edge. I began thrusting uncontrollably as I came and released my seed deep inside of him. I flipped him over and released another load as I pulled his hair.
I was laying on top of him as my erection subsided and then I pulled out of him.
“That was fun,” I said.
“Fuck yeah, it was,” he responded.
I kicked my shoes off and rolled off him. He got up to clean up a little. I wiped down with a towel and got in bed, tossing his hat on the dresser. He came back in still wearing his undershirt, jockstrap, and knee-high socks and asked coyly, “Do you mind if I sleep in this?” I said, “Shut up and get in here.” He said, “I didn’t think so, but I’m taking the cup out.” I said, “Yeah, I don’t blame you.” He tossed it at me and I held it on my face and took a deep breath and he said, “I knew you’d like that, weirdo.”
He pulled the covers on the bed back and got in, maintaining a decent distance between us and I said, “I don’t bite… Usually…” He said, “I dunno, every time we didn’t get straight to fucking, you shot me down.” I said, “I was just giving you a hard time,” I put my arm up, “come here.” He put his head on my chest gingerly and I put my arm around him. He put an arm and leg over me and asked, “Why don’t we do this back home?” I said, “You tell me. I never stop you from doing anything you want.” He said, “You never try, either.” I said, “It’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that if it crossed some line, we still had to live together, and I didn’t want to make things weird.” He thought for a minute and said, “That’s fair — I guess I was thinking the same thing without really identifying it.”
I said, “Hey, now that we’re having a moment, can I ask you about something?” He paused and said, “Uh-oh… Sure…” I said, “That time I got dressed in your uniform and you had your way with me.” He said, “…yeah…” I asked, “Is that really what they were doing to you?” He paused for way too long. I pulled back and looked at him and he said, “Not… exactly…” I asked, “What then?”
He took a deep breath and sighed, and I said, “You can tell me, I promise I won’t get mad.” He said, “Well, they were teasing me. Calling me ‘pecker checker’ because my eyes would drift in the locker room, but you know I’m into girls. Hell, we’ve shared girls.” I said, “Yeah… But what else?” He said, “Just shut up and let me tell you.” I said, “All right, sorry. Go ahead.”
“Well, it was that same day that they stuck a dildo to my locker while I was on the field and the whole team saw it,” he said. “They said my boyfriend stopped by and told me to get ready for tonight — for the wildest ride of my life. The whole team was laughing at me. It was bad enough I was already the new guy and I probably took someone else’s spot on the team. So I skipped the shower, pulled the dildo off my locker, threw it in the dumpster, and came straight home.”