Mathew's strongest memory was the smell of fresh-cut grass and the sound of distant laughter, a relic from the summers he spent in the countryside as a kid. The warmth of the sun on his face was a stark contrast to the coldness of the city, a place he'd grown accustomed to but never truly felt at home in.
His curly orange hair had grown longer over the years, the big pink lips that always seemed to be on the brink of a smile now often curled into a knowing smirk. He was a 18-year-old with a curiosity that often led him into trouble, but his light-hearted spirit kept him afloat amidst the concrete jungle.
The door to the basement creaked open, revealing the shadowy figure of his older cousin, Anthony. At 21, Anthony had the physique of a 30 year old man who'd lived a harder life than most, tall and dark with muscles that spoke of endless hours working under the sun. His deep-set eyes and sharp jawline were a stark contrast to Mathew's soft features, but it was the bulge in his pants that caught the younger boy's attention.
Mathew felt a knot form in his stomach as the reality of the situation dawned on him, a mix of fear and excitement that he hadn't felt since that one time he'd snuck into the adult video store. He stepped into the room, the scent of sweat and something more primal hanging heavy in the air.
The walls were plastered with posters of muscle-bound men, their bodies entangled in ways that made Mathew's cheeks burn. The room was a testament to his cousin's burgeoning sexuality, a secret garden that Mathew had always been too shy to explore. Now, though, it seemed like he wasn't being given a choice.
Anthony looked him up and down, his gaze lingering on the bulge in Mathew's shorts. "You've been eyeing me all week," he said, his voice deep and gruff. "It's time you learned what it's like to be with a real man. "Mathew's heart hammered in his chest as he took a tentative step towards the door, but it was already too late.
With surprising speed, Anthony crossed the room and slammed the door shut, the sound echoing through the basement like a gunshot. The lock clicked into place, the finality of the sound making Mathew's stomach drop. "Take off your clothes," Anthony ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Mathew's hands trembled as he reached for the hem of his shirt, his mind racing. He'd never been in a situation like this before, but something deep down told him he'd always known it was a possibility. The air was thick with tension and desire, a potent cocktail that made his head spin.
He glanced around the room, looking for an escape, but his eyes kept coming back to the bulge in his cousin's pants, growing larger by the second. "Anthony, we're cousins," Mathew protested weakly, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart was racing, but his body was responding in a way that both confused and excited him.
"It's not right. Anthony smirked, his teeth glinting in the dim light as he sauntered closer. "You've always had such a pretty mouth, " he said, reaching out to cup Mathew's chin. "But right now, I'm thinking of other things I'd rather see it do. He took a step back and gestured at the floor.
"Now, take off those clothes. Mathew swallowed hard, his hands moving almost of their own accord. He peeled his shirt off, his pale skin stark against the darkness of the room. His fingers fumbled with the button of his shorts, his eyes never leaving his cousin's intense gaze.
As he pulled them down, his plump ass cheeks came into view, the flesh jiggling slightly as he stepped out of them. His heart was racing, but his cock was hard, pointing straight up like a compass needle drawn to the magnetic force that was his cousin's lust. "Good boy," Anthony murmured, his voice thick with desire.
He reached out, running his thumb over the head of Mathew's cock, sending a jolt of pleasure through the younger boy's body. "Now, get on the bed.”Mathew's knees quivered as he climbed onto the mattress, the springs protesting beneath him. He lay back, his heart racing as he watched his cousin strip with an animalistic grace.
The muscles in his arms and shoulders rippled as he yanked his shirt over his head, revealing a tapestry of tattoos that danced in the flickering light of the neon sign outside the window. His pants followed, revealing a pair of boxer briefs that barely contained the monstrous cock that Mathew had only ever seen in his secret fantasies.
Anthony stepped closer, his erection straining against the fabric. "You want this, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a low growl. "You've been dreaming of it for years, haven't you?” Mathew could feel his face flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "Yes," he admitted, his voice hoarse. "I want you to fuck the shit out of me."
The words were out before he could think better of them, but once they were spoken, there was no taking them back. Anthony's smile grew wider, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He stepped closer to the bed, peeling away his boxer briefs with a slow, deliberate motion. His cock sprang free, long and thick and as dark as the richest chocolate. It was the most beautiful thing Mathew had ever seen, and the most terrifying.
"Then suck me off, baby cousin," he demanded, his hand wrapping around the base of his shaft. "Show me how much you've been craving this.” Mathew leaned over the side of the bed, his knees still shaking slightly. He reached out tentatively, his hand brushing against the hot, velvety skin of his cousin's cock.
It twitched in his grip, and a bead of precum welled up at the tip. He brought it to his lips, the salty sweetness of it making his mouth water. He took a deep breath, then wrapped his lips around the head, his eyes fluttering shut as he felt the warmth of his cousin's cock in his mouth.
Anthony's hips jerked at the sensation, his hand moving to the back of Mathew's head to guide him. "That's it," he murmured, his voice tight with need. "Take it all in." Mathew's cheeks hollowed as he took more of the thick shaft into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip as he tried to ignore the burning in his throat.
He'd never done this before, never even dreamed he'd be here, but the feeling of power, of being wanted, was intoxicating. After what felt like an eternity, Mathew felt the tension in his cousin's body change, the muscles in his thighs tightening as he drew closer to the edge. His hand moved from the back of Mathew's head to his own cock, stroking it roughly as he pulled out of the younger boy's mouth. "Turn over," he said, his voice strained.
"It's time for the main event.” Mathew complied, his heart racing as he turned onto his stomach. He felt the bed dip as his cousin climbed onto the mattress behind him, the heat of his body pressing into his back.
The sound of a bottle cap popping open made him tense, and then he felt something cold and slick being applied to his asshole. It was a moment of pure vulnerability, his body open and waiting as he bit his lip to keep from crying out.
The tip of his cousin's cock pushed against his entrance, and for a second, he thought he might split apart. But then it slid in, the pain giving way to a strange, full sensation that sent shivers down his spine. He moaned, the sound echoing through the room, and felt a hand clamp over his mouth, muffling his voice.
"That's it," Anthony murmured in his ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Take it all.” Mathew's eyes watered as his cousin's cock filled him up, his body stretching to accommodate the thickness. He'd never felt so full, so utterly claimed. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once, a sensation that made him feel both small and powerful.
He felt a hand on his hip, guiding him, and then the unmistakable feeling of his cousin's cock sliding deeper, inch by inch. "Remember, baby," Anthony whispered, his breath hot against Mathew's ear, "you asked for this." And with that, he started to thrust, his movements slow and deliberate at first. Each push sent waves of pleasure and pain through Mathew's body, the kind of pain that was almost too much to handle but somehow made the pleasure all the more intense.
Mathew's eyes filled with tears that he couldn't hold back, his sobs muffled by the hand that covered his mouth. His body was on fire, his ass clenching around his cousin's cock with each powerful stroke. He felt so small and helpless, so completely at the mercy of the older boy's desires.
The tears streamed down his cheeks, wetting the pillow beneath him. Anthony noticed Mathew's distress and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Relax, baby," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "It'll get easier. I'll teach you to love it. " His hand left Mathew's mouth, only to wrap around his throat, squeezing just enough to cut off his air. The younger boy's eyes went wide with fear, his body jerking in response.
Mathew felt his cousin's grip tighten on his hip as he picked up the pace, his thick cock slamming into him with an intensity that left him gasping for air. The hand around his throat loosened slightly, and he took a deep, ragged breath, his moans growing louder as the pain began to recede, making way for a building crescendo of pleasure.
The bed rocked with the force of their movements, the squeak of the springs a steady counterpoint to their grunts and gasps. "You're so tight," Anthony groaned, his voice strained with effort. "It's like you were made for me to fuck." His thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing coming in short, sharp bursts.
Mathew felt the beginnings of something new, a tension coiling in his own stomach, his cock leaking precum onto the bed beneath him. The thought of his cousin's pleasure, of being the one to give it to him, sent a jolt of excitement through his body. "This ass is mine," Anthony murmured, his voice a mix of possession and praise. "Say it, Mathew. Say it's mine.” Mathew whimpered, his body tightening around the thick cock invading him.
"This ass is yours," he moaned, the words slipping from his mouth like a confession. The feeling of his cousin's hand on his throat, the weight of his body, the fullness in his ass, it was all so overwhelming, and yet, he felt a strange sense of belonging, as if he'd been made for this exact moment.
"I was made for your pleasure." Anthony's grip on his hip tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he approached climax. "You're such a good fucking cousin," he growled, his voice strained with pleasure.
"You're going to love this." And with that, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he shot his load deep inside Mathew.Mathew felt his own orgasm building, his cock aching for release despite the pain in his ass. The sensation of being filled, of being used, was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.
And as he heard the sounds of his cousin's pleasure, something within him snapped. Without even touching his cock, he felt the pressure building, his balls tightening until he couldn't hold back anymore. He let out a muffled scream into the pillow as he came, his cum spurting out in thick ropes that painted the bed beneath him. The intensity of the orgasm took him by surprise, leaving him trembling and gasping for air.
Anthony's thrusts grew slower, his breathing evening out as he pulled out of Mathew's tight hole. He rolled over, his cock slick with cum and sweat, and lay beside him, a look of satisfaction on his face. "Good boy," he said, his voice gentle now. He leaned over and kissed Mathew's forehead, the gesture oddly tender in the aftermath of what they'd just done.
"You took it like a champ.” Mathew lay there, his body still trembling from the intensity of his first time. He felt used and violated, but there was also a strange warmth spreading through him, a feeling of belonging that he hadn't felt before. He looked up at his cousin, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and awe.
"What now?" he managed to choke out. Anthony's expression softened, his hand trailing down to stroke the side of Mathew's face. "Now, we take care of you," he said, his voice gentle. He reached for a bottle of water on the nightstand and held it to Mathew's lips, allowing him to take a few sips. "You did good," he murmured, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "Real good.”
Mathew took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his cousin's stare on him as he drank. When he looked back up, there was something in those dark eyes that made his stomach flip-flop. "When can I do this again?" he found himself asking, his voice small and unsure.
Anthony's smirk grew into a full-blown smile, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Anytime I want to," Mathew said, the words slipping from his lips like a promise. "I'm yours." The words hung in the air, a declaration that seemed to cement their newfound bond. With a nod, the older cousin stood and held out a hand to help Mathew up from the bed.
The younger boy took it, his legs still wobbly from the intense experience. Together, they made their way to the small bathroom attached to the basement room, the harsh light making their intertwined hands look almost innocent. The shower was cold at first, the water stinging against their heated skin.
Mathew gasped as the spray hit his back, his muscles tightening involuntarily. But as the chill gave way to a comfortable warmth, he relaxed, leaning into his cousin's embrace. They stood under the shower-head, the water cascading over their bodies, washing away the evidence of their shared passion.
As they bathed together, their eyes met, and in that moment, they both knew that this was the start of something new. The tension of their first encounter had transformed into a silent understanding, a bond that went beyond the mere act of sex.
They soaped each other up, the gentle touches almost tender, exploring every inch of skin as if it were sacred ground. Mathew felt a strange sense of longing when it was time to leave, his eyes lingering on the water as it swirled down the drain, carrying with it the evidence of their illicit encounter. He pulled on his clothes with trembling hands, the fabric sticking to his still-damp skin. "I should go," he murmured, not quite meeting his cousin's gaze.
Anthony nodded, understanding all too well. "Yeah," he said, his voice gruff. "But don't worry, we'll do this again. He stepped closer, his hand coming to rest on the small of Mathew's back, pulling him in for a quick, firm kiss that left the younger boy’s head spinning.
"You know you want to," he whispered against his lips. Mathew nodded, unable to speak. He wanted to protest, to say that this was wrong, but the words caught in his throat, choked off by the desire that still pulsed through his body. He knew that he'd be back, that he'd crave the feeling of his cousin's cock inside him, filling him up until he couldn't think of anything else.
