The Summer Afternoon When My Cousin Surprised Me

It was the middle of January and the whole town seemed to be melting under the sun. At Grandma’s house it was furnace-hot, the kind of heat that gets under your skin and never leaves, not even with a shower. The fan in the corner spun with a tired hum, more noise than breeze, while Diego and I flopped onto the bed in the back room with the blinds half drawn.

My cousin had sent his girlfriend Carla off with the usual excuse.

—I’ve got to help Mateo with some college stuff —he’d told her, and locked the door as soon as she left.

He came back with two ice-cold beers he’d hidden in the back of the freezer and dropped down beside me. The can was sweating just like we were.

—Come on, Mister Mystery —he said, jabbing me with an elbow—. Is it true what they’re saying in the college group chat, or is it all bullshit?

—Cut it out, Diego. Not this again.

—Relax, tough guy. It’s scientific curiosity, nothing more. Carla’s got my head full of theories. She says women can smell insecurity from miles away. That if you keep hiding your cock like it’s a crime, it shows, and they end up dumping you for some other guy who actually knows how to fuck them.

—Right. And you’re some great fuck expert.

Diego let out a laugh, not the least bit offended, that easy laugh he’d had since he was a kid.

—Certified expert, cousin. Come on, let me see the famous monster. I swear I won’t laugh. I swear it on Grandma.

I sighed, dying of embarrassment I’d been dragging around since high school. It was the thing I struggled with most in the world. I had never felt comfortable naked in front of anyone, not even in the gym locker room. I preferred the joke, preferred to hide.

—No comments, okay? I’m sick of this.

—Not one. I just want you to see you’ve got nothing to envy in anyone.

***

I don’t know why I listened to him. Maybe because of the heat, maybe because it was just the two of us in that huge house, maybe because his voice had dropped a notch and didn’t sound like a joke anymore. I pulled my shorts down to my ankles and left them there, hanging heavy, still soft but already betraying me with the heat and nerves. My cock hung thick over my balls, still asleep, and yet it filled the room like a billboard.

Diego let out a long, low whistle.

—No way… Mateo, this isn’t normal. This is a porno dick. Asleep and it’s already scaring me.

—Of course it’s not normal. That’s why I hate it.

My cousin shook his head, suddenly serious.

—No, listen to me. “Not normal” doesn’t mean bad. It means a gift most people would kill to have between their legs. Look at it. Hanging like that, with those fat balls, it’s a weapon of cunt destruction.

He came a little closer, still not touching. I felt his beer breath and the brush of his knee against mine. The fan kept up its useless hum and I could hear my own breathing over everything else. My cock started pumping on its own with every heartbeat, slowly swelling against my thigh.

—Can I hold it? Just so you can see it doesn’t bite. It’s not afraid of anyone who knows what to do with a cock in their hand.

—You’re out of your mind…

—A little. But I’ve got a master’s degree in making people happy. Come on, trust your cousin, I know my way around this.

I gave him permission with my eyes. I don’t even know if I nodded; I think I just stopped breathing. Diego lifted it carefully, wrapping my whole shaft in his hand, and even then two hand spans still stuck out past his fist. His eyes widened.

—It’s heavy, do you realize that? —he murmured, weighing it like an expensive glass he didn’t want to spill—. Carla loves it when she can feel a guy’s presence. She says it’s like getting on a roller coaster: it’s scary at first, but after that you never want to get off. With this, you’d drive her crazy, Mateo. You’d split her right in half.

It started to grow in his hand all by itself, slowly, without him doing much of anything. It thickened between his fingers, stretched, turned hard and veiny until the foreskin slid back on its own and the head peeked out purple, shiny, already wet at the tip. Diego smiled to himself, hypnotized.

—There it is. It woke up. See? It already knows it’s being treated right. Look how it gets. Look how it drools.

He ran his thumb over the glans and drew out a little bead of clear fluid that stretched into a thread. He brought it to his mouth without taking his eyes off me and sucked it.

—Tastes sweet, the bastard. Salty and sweet at the same time. Just how I like it.

—So what now, expert? —I said, half joking, half challenging him, my voice already breaking.

—Now we treat it the way it deserves. —He lowered his voice until it turned into a ridiculous whisper, sweet and filthy at the same time—. Hello, beautiful. Do you like being stroked like this, nice and soft? Want your cousin to teach you how to behave?

He moved his fist up and down with criminal slowness, never squeezing too hard, gauging my reaction on my face. He would stop at the glans, twist his hand like he was unscrewing a jar, then slide back down to my balls and tug them with the other fingers. I clenched the sheets with both fists until my knuckles ached.

***

—Can I give it a good-morning kiss? —he asked, looking up—. Just one, so it doesn’t feel ignored. Carla melts for that.

—You’re shameless…

—Shameless with credentials. Yes or no?

I swallowed. My throat was dry and my heart was pounding in my ears.

—…One kiss.

Diego bent down and planted a tiny kiss right on the tip, wet, with his lips parted against the head. I felt his tongue come out to lick a drop that had appeared, and my whole stomach clenched. Then another kiss, lower, on the frenulum. Then a longer one, with his lips half open, and his tongue slipped out to circle the rim completely, sending a shiver from my neck to my heels.

—Hello, queen —he murmured against my skin, talking to my cock as if I wasn’t there—. I missed you already. You’re gorgeous. Look how you’re throbbing for me.

I was breathing like I’d run a marathon in that January sun. The fan, the heat, the buzzing, everything had gone distant. Only my cousin’s mouth slobbering all over my glans and the pulse beating between my legs like a drum existed anymore.

—Diego…

—Relax, tough guy. Breathe. Look how much it likes being pampered. Look how hard it gets for you.

He lifted his eyes to mine, those light eyes that had always worked on the neighborhood girls, and now they were working on me from below, my cock between his lips.

—Can I taste the whole thing? —he asked, slyly—. Carla says if something tastes good, you keep coming back to it for life. Just a little sucking. Nothing crazy.

—You’re gone…

—Gone, but effective. Come on, Mateo. For once in your life, stop overthinking and let yourself get your dick sucked.

And he was right. I always thought too much, about everything. I closed my eyes and, for the first time in a long time, let myself go.

Diego licked from the base to the tip, slowly, like he was savoring the last ice cream of a summer he didn’t want to end. His tongue was flat, hot, pressed against the thick vein running up the underside, stopping right where he knew it made me shake. Then he went down to my balls, took them into his mouth one at a time, sucking them until I moaned, while he jerked my cock with his fist clenched over the saliva he kept leaving behind.

—Mmm… —he murmured, spitting a long strand of saliva onto the glans and spreading it with his fist—. Tastes like a winner. You like it, or should I stop?

—Don’t stop… keep going, motherfucker, keep going.

—That’s more like it. Now you’re talking properly. With a dirty mouth.

***

He shifted my legs with his hands, opening them a little wider, and settled himself between them with a natural ease that undid me. There was no clumsiness in him, no hesitation. He knew exactly what he was doing, and that was what turned me on most: someone handling the cock I’d lived as a punishment with such calm.

—Look at me —he asked, and when I dropped my gaze he slipped it into his mouth little by little, centimeter by centimeter, unhurried, pausing every so often to check with his eyes that I was okay.

I felt it enter the hot, wet hollow of his mouth, push his tongue against the roof of his palate, force his throat until Diego gagged for a second and tears sprang to his eyes. He didn’t pull it out. He breathed through his nose, adjusted, and kept going down until his nose touched my pubis and his balls pressed against his chin. He looked up at me from there, his mouth fully stuffed with my cock, and the pride of having gotten it all in shone in his eyes.

I could barely speak. I buried my fingers in his hair, not to push, just to hold on to something. Grandma’s room smelled like old sheets and summer, and I could feel every nerve in my body concentrating into one single point.

—Slow —I begged, my voice breaking—. You’re going to drive me insane. You’re going to make it explode.

Diego just growled something affirmative without taking it out of his mouth, and the vibration shot up my cock and into my neck. He started moving, first slowly, rocking his head, sucking me from top to bottom with lips tightened like a hot ring. Saliva leaked from the corners of his mouth and dripped onto his hand, onto my balls, onto the sheets. He dragged a moan out of me that I tried to swallow by covering myself with my forearm. The house was empty, but the reflex of a whole life spent hiding wasn’t going to leave that easily.

—Don’t cover yourself —he said when he pulled off for a second to catch his breath, his chin shiny with spit and precum—. Nobody’s here. I want to hear you moan like a slut. I want to know I’m doing it right.

He took it back in and this time he meant business. He started fucking his mouth with my cock, moving his head up and down at a steady rhythm while the hand he had left beneath the glans jerked me in sync. His other hand slid between my balls, squeezing them, massaging them, and every so often a finger dropped down to press my perineum right where everything was throbbing. Mouth and both hands working together, as if he’d rehearsed it a thousand times. Maybe he had. Maybe I was the last one to find out something my cousin already knew about himself.

Every time he got to the tip he swirled his tongue around the corona, sucking hard like he wanted to rip the cum out of me, then sank back down until his throat made a guttural sound that had me on the edge. Then he pulled off the whole thing, shiny and red, and rubbed it against his cheek, against his closed lips, smearing his face with my own saliva mixed with his.

—Look how gorgeous you are —he told my cock, not me—. Look how ready you are to burst. Come on, tell your cousin you’re going to fill his mouth.

—Jesus fucking Christ, Diego…

—Say it right. What are you going to do to me?

—I’m going to fill your mouth with cum, you son of a bitch, come on.

—That’s what I like.

He swallowed it again and this time there was no pause. He sucked me with hunger, saliva spilling over, both hands working my base and my balls, and I felt everything gathering lower down, tightening, rising.

—Diego… I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming —I managed to say, gripping the edge of the mattress.

—Go on, tough guy. Let yourself go. Come in my mouth. I’m right here.

And I let go like never before in my life. My whole body went rigid, my back lifted off the bed, my balls clenched at the root and I emptied into his mouth in thick spurts, one after another, feeling my cock throbbing inside his lips and each throb unloading another dense jolt of hot cum. Diego didn’t move, didn’t pull away, he held me with his mouth and hands through the last tremor, swallowing in sips, not wasting a drop, staring at me fixedly with those winner’s eyes like he was the one who’d just tasted something good. When I finally pulled out, with the tip still dripping a white thread, he caught it with his tongue and took it inside with a smile.

***

When I finally opened my eyes, the fan was still buzzing idiotically and I was soaked, but no longer with shame. Diego sat up, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, ran his tongue over his lips like someone finishing a dessert, and winked at me.

—See? —he said, flopping back down beside me like nothing had happened—. Your “problem” just got five stars and a rave review. From now on, whenever you feel insecure, you remember this afternoon and how you emptied yourself in your cousin’s mouth.

I laughed, still breathless, staring at the peeling ceiling of the room, with my cock lying wet and satisfied over my thigh.

—You’re a lost cause, Diego.

—A lost cause who just boosted your self-esteem for life. You can thank me later. And let me know when you want to do it again, because I’ll suck it like this for you, no drama.

He stretched out his arm, grabbed the two beers that had warmed up on the bedside table, and passed me one. We toasted in silence, glancing at each other sideways, both of us knowing that January afternoon would stay tucked away in some corner we’d never tell anyone about.

—Next time —I said, taking a long drink— it’s your turn for a humility lesson, expert. Let’s see how you handle it when I grab your balls.

Diego burst out laughing and clinked his can against mine.

—Anytime, cousin. But give me a heads-up. Because I’ll tell you this much: I know how to take it too. And well.

Outside, the town kept melting under the sun, oblivious to everything. Inside, for the first time in a long while, I stopped hating my cock. And I understood that some things we carry like a punishment are nothing more than a gift waiting for the right person to open it.