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Hmmm interesting story, however your missing vocab in a few places.

I came, thanks lol ;^) Very well written!

I love the seduction, and I love the changing places, so first one and then the other does the fucking. I didn't come, but my butt plug kept moving, side to side and in and out. Oh baby. You do good butt plug, honey.

Hot fuck for Trent and his cuz! Kind of reminded me of my first time, it was with my Dad's cousin but he's just about 9 years older to me, so it always felt like we were the cousins as we grew up. Our families are close, so we used to spend a lot of summer vacations in each others' homes, go on several family trips together. He was my idol growing up, a very cool dude, very friendly and popular and I tried to emulate him in whatever way possible. He came to stay with us for a couple years during his post-grad masters as his college was in our town, his folks and he preferred he stay with family rather than the hostel. I was just into my teens then, and my intense admiration for him gradually started morphing into a more erotic feeling, though I kept trying to deny that at first, even to myself. He had grown into a splendid example of masculine beauty - tall, raffishly good looking and superbly fit, with a powerfully built physique that was a perfect blend of chiselled muscles and lithe athleticism. He was trim and fit, none of that 'roid induced too-beefy bulk. And he was charismatic, a *manly* young man - nonchalant about sporting a nice thatch of body hair which set my adolescent imagination and hormones on fire. We drew closer during his stay, he always treated me as a peer, a buddy, despite our age gap, which made me feel nice. I used to feel great when people used to say that I resembled him a lot, that I would grow up to be a lot like him. That's what I always hoped to be. And yet, slowly, mingling in with that heady admiration was a yearning, a covetousness as well. The guest room he used was next to my bedroom, both opened out to a common long balcony/deck which was kinda secluded from the rest of house. I stood silently on my side of the balcony on quite a few nights, cloaked in darkness and looking through the glass windows of the guest room. He was not aware I was there, as he lay on his bed, back against the headboard as he jacked off. I wanted to still believe I was "straight", that this was just some adolescent yearning for someone I wanted to become, but despite myself, when I jacked off, the visions that came to my mind were of his awesome body, his handsome face contorting in immense pleasure as he masturbated, his formidable cock - much larger than mine at the time - and his superbly taut, rounded bubble butt.

Well, nothing ever happened then, and after his course he moved to another city for his job. I missed him *terribly*, with an aching, hollow feeling that's hard to describe. We kept in regular touch over facetime and calls however, and while obviously we met far less often, I was gratified that he was always happy to speak with me, spend time with me even if most of that was online. Cut forward a few years and when I started college, the best college for the course I chose just coincidentally- but much to my immense excitement - happened to be in the city he was based in. He insisted that I should stay with him, and our families were only too happy 'coz it mirrored his stay at our place. They knew how close buds we were - but little did they suspect how much closer we were about to become!

It'd been almost 2 years since we'd met in person, but when he picked me up at the airport, all that time seemed just to fall away as we laughed and embraced, me holding him hard and laughing as he ruffled my hair in that achingly familiar gesture from years past. Then he leaned back, looked at me up and down with a broad smile and a sparkle in his eyes as he remarked how tall and handsome I'd grown. I couldn't help but blush beet red at his remark - the dude I'd crushed on for years was complimenting me! But I also noticed how well we fit together as we embraced- we were practically the same height now - I was probably a hair taller but I perhaps had a inch or so of growth left to do at that point. And inspired by his commitment to fitness, I had taken up athletics with a passion, so I was very toned and fit as well - though his musculature was still more ripped than mine was.

As we settled back into our warm camaraderie, I found it harder and harder to tamp down my attraction for him. At several points I would fiercely argue with myself about it - thinking that I could ruin the close friendship we had, that our families would see it as "wrong". But then my growing emotions and lust for him would take over. I would defensively think that after all, it wasn't as if we were directly related. And I'd been getting a feeling gradually that perhaps mine wasn't a one-sided attraction, that there a spark in the way he viewed me as well.

All doubts were firmly laid to rest a few months afterwards. He'd signed me on to the same gym he went to, and on that day, there were just a handful of members there, it being a public holiday. We'd been among the last to arrive, with the result that when we hit the showers, we were the only ones there. There was just under an hour before closing time, so we pretty much had the locker room and showers to ourselves. We'd been to the steam room already, and the gym desk had asked us to switch off the controls and leave the steam door open after we'd done. I'd gone back to my locker to get my change of briefs, and when I returned, I saw my cuz standing by the entrance of the first shower beyond the steam room, having opened the faucet and waiting for the warm water to start flowing. He hadn't seen me return yet, was leaning his magnificent frame casually on the wall in repose. Like all those years past, I couldn't help but stop and stare at him greedily, my eyes literally drinking in how splendid he looked. He had stripped off his briefs and was wearing just the thin towel wrapped low on his hips, the globes of his firm butt and his ample package showing through the translucent cloth. I allowed my gaze to travel up from his large feet to his muscular calves and his hairy, tree-trunk thighs; and then from his bountiful crotch to the raw virility of his hairy chest. When my stare reached his face, steam from the open steam room and from the now-hot water rose in tendrils, creeping around the sharp contours of his cheekbones and jawline; and then his heated, amber gaze was staring right back at me. My heart lurched in panic - and then sank. I'd been caught checking him out, with no excuse possible. What would he think? I got my answer a few moments later as he winked at me with a rakish grin, and very deliberately, removed his towel and placed it on the hanger inside the shower room. He then placed his hands around his large penis - still at half mast but rapidly hardening, tipping his head to one side as he gauged my reaction. Lips parted, my heart hammering, I blushed - and then I was *fully*, massively erect, tenting beneath my towel, wanting to throw myself into his muscled arms. He stood there for several more long moments, waiting for me, before finally stepping into the shower and drawing the curtain. I hesitated for what seemed like an interminable time - but was probably under a minute - with a jumble of thoughts jostling in my head. Desire, nervousness, fear, lust, and yes- love. Love which for years had been borderline fraternal/filial, but which was now entirely sexual. I ached to feel, see, smell and taste his naked form. I yearned for him to explore me. I moved as if in a trance towards the shower room, stepping in, and closed the curtain back behind me.

He grinned at me, a smile which mingled raw desire with genuine affection. As he saw how nervous I still was, he gently took the lead. He stripped the towel off me, and then held me in a tight embrace under the shower of warm water, rubbing our engorged dicks together like hot lances as he took my mouth an an intense, searing kiss. At first standing stock still, I responded to his passion as my own fevered fantasies came to life. I ran my hands over his long-desired for body, pinching his large, coin shaped nipples, digging my fingers into his firm butt and back, even as he leaned forward to nuzzle and bite at my throat, neck and chest. In a flash, he had guided me to stand next to the stone bench fixed on the side of the cubicle, raised one of my legs to rest thereon. Sitting on the bench, he leaned forward and enveloped my cock in his gloriously warm and wet mouth. I gasped and then groaned loudly as he began giving me a sinfully skillful blowjob. I was out of my mind with bliss as he avidly licked and sucked all around the head and shaft of my engorged cock, licking under the tip, sucking on my balls; joking in between that my manhood was was so large and thick I could dislocate his jaw. The compliment on my size made me even more erect! He used his tongue, lips, and inside of his cheeks to drive me mad with bliss. As he sucked me off, one of his hands moved up to fondle my nipples, while the other alternated between cupping and fondling my balls, and moving along the crack of my ass to lightly dip inside my asshole. I moaned and dug my fingers into the firm muscles of his shoulders, then stroking the crisp hair on his nape. It was all so very pleasurable, so amazingly arousing that I was ready to blow my load very quickly. I was 18 after all, a virgin, with raging hormones and no experience in holding off my orgasms. But he wanted me to last, for my first time to be unforgettable. And so each time I got close, he would stop, clamp down on the base of my penis, sending my body into orgasmic shudders as he brought me back from that point of inevitability. After 2 or 3 times like this, we heard the gym attendant open the locker room door, shouting out to ask if we were done. "Yup, almost, will just cum soon" he yelled back, mirth ringing through his voice and I couldn't help grinning and blushing. That time, he let me ride through my orgasm, his wonderful mouth and hands making me gush the biggest load that I'd ever shot till then. He avidly chugged most of it down, shushing my muttered apologies of not warning him in time. "I *wanted* to taste it" he said, firmly. "I loved it, it was a bit like oysters and tuna with salt; and besides, we belong to each other now!" I reached for his glorious manhood, wanting to return the pleasure he'd given me, but he shook his head at me with a grin. "That's for later, after we get home. You heard the attendant, we need to leave now!"

And so we finished our shower, and headed home for the next round of my initiation into the amazing pleasures of M2M sex. That I will narrate in the next comment.

So in my last comment I’d started to narrate how your hot story brought back memories of my own first time with my cousin (once removed). After he’d taken me to the heights of bliss with his amazing blowjob in the showers, we drove back to his place. I could hardly wait, I wanted to be with him in every way – pleasure him like how he’d pleasured me, hold and love and caress his body and his thick, veiny cock. The desire was mutual, we were both breathing hard with suppressed excitement, hands hot on each other even while we were walking up from the parking garage to his front door. And the minute we got in and shut the door, we grabbed each other in a passionate embrace, tearing our clothes off as we stood in the front room; lips and tongues dancing and mating together in a renewed, fevered exploration. We didn’t even make it to his bedroom or mine, just moved ourselves over to the sofa where we commenced a lusty frot. Our bodies writhing against each other even as we continued with the blazing passion of our open mouthed kisses. It was wild, fierce lovemaking – he was completely uninhibited and unabashed, mapping every inch of my body like he wanted to know every part of me by sight, smell and taste. He nibbled, sucked, licked me to glorious abandon, occasionally delivering a sharp little possessive bite as if to mark me as his. I responded fiercely, all inhibitions flown. Lifting his muscular arms, I buried my face in his armpits, inhaling the clean smell of soap from his shower, the tang of the cologne he’d spritzed on, and underlying that, the pleasantly raw muskiness and testosterone of *him*. I moved lower along his body, licking, touching, feeling, squeezing – lavishing adoration on the body I’d fantasized about for so long. I felt proud as he gasped when I tweaked his large, pinkish nipples, erecting them to pointed, aroused tips, and then his body jerked up as I started avidly sucking and nibbling on them. “Fuck, you’re awesome!” he groaned and I shivered in response. I proceeded to suck him off, taking pleasure in the deep groans of ecstasy he was letting out. I literally made love to his cock- that long, thick, uncut emblem of his manhood- pulling his foreskin back and admiring the bright pink colour of his glans, now deepening to near-purple with his arousal. He taught me how to pleasure him to the max, to cup and fondle his balls like he’d done for me earlier, to lave my tongue all around the mushroom head of his cock and under his sensitive tip, to use the warm insides of my cheeks as well as lips to caress the massive shaft of his manhood. I started jerking off as well, but after a bit he stopped me, saying he wanted to do that for me later. He then drew me back up, and gripping my gloriously hard cock in his hand, he led me to his bedroom. I followed him, wrapped in a seductive haze, in thrall at the exquisite sensations of passion and arousal which he had enveloped us in. He grabbed a large bottle of lotion from his bedside drawer – almond and cherry cream lotion, I still recall – the fragrance of that has been an irresistible aphrodisiac for me ever since! I was almost wild with lust, so when he got on the bed next to me, I got on my fours, facing the glass fronted clothes wardrobe on one side of the room. His dressing mirror was bang opposite this, behind the bed, so from this position I could see him behind me and also see the reflection of his cock penetrating me in the series of mirrored reflections. At that moment, I felt we were feral, mating with a wild instinct that was millennia old, humping with a raw passion.

He started spreading generous dollops of lotion along the cleft of my ass, using his large fingers to massage the lubrication into my tight asshole. First one finger, gently and patiently worked in past the second knuckle, and then he carefully added a second- scissoring them apart to relax and widen my hole, opening me up. It was uncomfortable and slightly burned at first, but he was very patient, used copious amounts of lotion as he carefully took his time to work a third finger in. The slight pain gave way to pleasure, his fingers sending sparks shooting up my spine and starts bursting behind my involuntarily closed eyelids as I groaned loudly in ecstasy.

And then I was ready. He coated his rigid cock with lotion, and slowly, inch by delicious inch, he sank into my virgin hole. Again, discomfort and the unfamiliar feeling of intrusion; gave way to intense flashes of pleasure as he began expertly thrusting in and out, his manhood stroking my channel, bumping against my prostate. He varied the angle and speed of his thrusts to bring both of us the maximum pleasure, alternating long and slow thrusts with a steady, furious fucking at a fast pace that made both us shout out in pleasure. With one hand he gripped and playfully slapped my ass cheeks, while the other he covered again with lotion, moved around my hips and commenced jerking me off. I was in heaven, wave after wave of seductive sensations crashed and jostled and washed all over me. “I think….I’m gonna come soon”, I managed to choke out, and in response, as he’d done earlier in the showers, he stopped stroking me, gripped the base of my cock tight to prevent me finishing right then. He pulled his cock out of me, and at my grunt of disappointment and surprise, said that he wanted to fuck me face to face, so we could see each other when we came.

I flipped over, lifting my legs and propping my ankles on his strong shoulders, as he entered me again. I was accustomed to his cock by now, we fit so well together and this time there was only immense pleasure and warmth, no burn or discomfort. He then commenced a hard, steady pace, and I moved my hips up in tandem to his thrusts, wrapping my arms around him, biting his biceps and digging my nails into his back, even as I rubbed our hairy calves together, delighting in the erotic rub and friction. There was even more of that when he brought our bodies snug against each other, so the sweat and lotion-damp, hairy skin of his ripped abs was exquisitely rubbing against my engorged cock. “You like that?” he gritted out, and I moaned in assent. He alternated sensations expertly, sometimes stroking my cock from root to tip in his lotion-slick fist, rubbing his fingers deliciously around the rim of my glans; and then moving his hand away as he thrust into me, deliciously squeezing my cock between our abs. I could feel his cock swelling larger and longer within me as he drew closer to his release, and then with a grunted yell of satisfaction, he emptied rope after rope of hot, sticky cum into me, even as I roared with my own orgasm, shooting my load and spattering my semen over both our bodies. He continued thrusting even as our bodies convulsed, both of us holding tight to each other as we shuddered, wanting this exquisite pleasure to continue as long as possible……Well, that was the first of 3 times that night, followed by sex in the shower the next morning, and fucking again in the afternoon, and then twice more the following night! It was by turns tender and soulful, and then fierce and wild. We flip fucked so I took my turn topping him, thrusting into his firm butt with blazing, mindblowing ecstasy as my orgasm ripped through me.

We’re committed lovers now, exclusive with each other; I’ve completed my 3 years of grad college and have 2 more for post grad in the same institute. We’re happily living together in his apartment, and while my younger bro suspects the true nature of our relationship, we haven’t officially come out to our families yet. We plan to do so after a couple years, once I finish my Masters and get a job. But whatever difficulties come our way, we are in love, we complete each other, we bring each other pleasure and contentment that no one else can, and that’s what matters.