I should tell you a little bit about my cousin. Jordan is only a few years older than I am, but his physical appearance is far more developed and matured. He’s a notorious gym rat—and boy, does he look the part!

Ever since I was little, I always thought Jordan was the coolest of the cool. I wanted to be just like him. Truth be told, I’ve had a secret crush on him for the longest time. Just like in the romance novels our moms used to read, my cousin is tall, dark and handsome as fuck. He always had a hot date on tap. Both dudes and chicks alike line up around the block for him.

So on that evening, we were sitting across from one another in the family room, waiting for my dad to finish up his shower and get dressed. When I initially entered the room, Jordan was already sitting down, peering intently at something on his phone. He kinda looked up and nodded upon seeing me, but then went right back to the phone.

Knowing Jordan, I understood that his moderately aloof demeanor wasn’t personal. We weren’t necessarily as close as I would have liked, and our families lived far apart. That made me very fond of any time we got to spend together. And I loved to look at him. Along with a gorgeous, beefy, sculpted body, Jordan has a killer smile and deep, dark brown eyes that can see all the way into you.

As I sat there on the couch, pretending to also be interested in my phone, I couldn’t help but stare. Somehow, my cousin just kept getting more and more attractive to me. I crossed my legs with just a slight hint of anxious anticipation. I wanted Jordan to look up and notice me so badly.

The tall, beefy hunk sighed and leaned back against the couch cushions. The bulge in my cousin’s form-fitting jeans was difficult to ignore. When he casually adjusted his junk as he got comfortable… I’m not gonna lie, I got a little wet.

Finally, I just couldn’t stand the awkward silence anymore. I feigned a cough and asked him what was up. The handsome heartthrob shrugged; He was originally supposed to hang out with some chick that he knew. However, Jordan was obligated to join his mother on this trip to visit his uncle Reese, my father.

Ultimately, Jordan was bummed that he probably wasn’t going to get laid that night. I responded to Jordan’s admission by acknowledging that I, too, had imagined that I was going to hook up with a dude tonight. But then…well, I kept the rest to myself.

I thought my cousin might have brought the conversation back around to his ‘not-girlfriend,’ but instead he sat straight up and inquired as to what this ‘dude’ and I liked to do sexually. Was this a dream? Suddenly, I found myself blurting out that when my ‘dude’ (How could I tell him it was my Dad?) and I were intimate, we literally did everything. I half-expected a possible knee-jerk reaction, but to my absolute delight, Jordan merely followed up that first explosive question with another.

My cousin puckered his lips and asked me if I gave my ‘dude’ a blowjob. Fuck yeah I did. Jordan shot me an approving grin. Then he inquired if the ‘dude’ has a big dick. Fuck yeah he does. God, I was so turned on. I thought for a moment that I might spontaneously combust. Somehow, I managed to keep a straight face.

Then, Jordan asked me if this ‘dude’ had fucked me. I nodded. Yes, he sure did fuck me. I should have seen the next question coming, but I was probably yet again just a half a step behind my canny, cunning cousin. Jordan promptly wanted to know if the ‘dude’ had cum inside of me. Uh huh. You bet he did.

Now I have to make a confession. During this entire exchange I kept subtly glancing at Jordan’s notably snug package. I’d be damned if the lump in my cousin’s jeans wasn’t inflating more and more after each erotic inquiry escaped his lips.

Jordan’s junk visibly jumped, twitched, and grew another half inch when I volunteered to let him know that when my ‘dude’ fucked me and came deep inside of me, I liked it. A lot. Jordan smiled and nodded. Then he looked me dead in the eye and said one sweet, heart-stopping word:

“Hot.”

Suddenly, Jordan put down his phone and placed his hand on his crotch—all the while maintaining hard eye-contact with me. At this point my underwear was pretty soaked. Honestly, anyone’s would be.

I tossed my phone to the side and slid over to where Jordan sat. He didn’t stir at all, just moved his arm so that I had better access to touch and feel wherever and whatever I wanted to. I placed my hand on his inner thigh and squeezed. Then Jordan emitted a sharp exhale as my fingers moved closer to this bulging, throbbing package.

Jordan smiled, all the while intently watching every move that I made. I steadily increased the intensity of my caress and massage. Jordan’s meat responded with a slight throb at every stroke and motion of my hands and fingers. I began unbuttoning his Calvin Klein’s.

He immediately propped himself up and helped me pull his jeans down around his ankles. His penis obscenely sprung free of his jockeys. And fucking hell, it was huge. Clearly, Jordan and my father were of the same gifted DNA as they both were monstrously endowed.

My cousin chuckled as I stared and admitted to him that his cock was easily one of the longest and thickest that I had literally ever seen. I could barely get my hand all the way around his girth. As I stroked his aching monster, I took the time to relish in how arousing it was to finally handle my cousin’s dick.

Jordan’s smile never wavered. His eyes sparkled everytime I looked up at him to make sure he was still okay with what we were doing. I wondered how far we might go. I also wondered if he had ever been with a trans person before; My guess was no. I couldn’t help it that my t-dick tingled in my wet jockeys at the thought that this would be his first time…and that it was going to be with me.

Jordan licked his lips. Now it was he who couldn’t take his eyes off of me. I knew exactly what he wanted because it was exactly what I had fantasized about since I can remember.

I leaned over and brought my lips to his cockhead. The meaty, savory flavor of my cousin's glans was mouth-watering. As I enveloped as much of his man-meat into my salivating mouth as I could, Jordan tipped his head back and moaned. He stroked my back and fondled my ass as I took as much dick-length into my mouth as I could handle.

As my widening jaw became more and more accustomed to Jordan’s giant shape inside my mouth, I could tell by his increasingly labored breathing that I was most definitely doing this right.

As I hurriedly went back to downing the dude’s dick, he ran his large hands all over my smooth ass and crack. He amorously teased all of my private, sensitive crevices, triggering desire that I had only ever dreamed of. Silently, I wished and prayed that he would put his fingers inside. And boy, oh boy, I had no idea what I was in for!

Clearly, Jordan had experience fingering. As I continued going to town on his incredible inches, he suddenly wet his fingers with his own saliva and began massaging the tender entry to my bonus hole.

I was certainly already wet, but I realized when he put his fingers back into his mouth and tasted the stickiness on his fingertips that this was something that Jordan had probably thought about, but never dared attempt. Now, I was all his and he was all mine.

Suddenly, we heard the showerhead from upstairs turn off. We both stopped what we were doing for just a split second and looked at one another. We knew we probably should move things along before my dad came back downstairs.

Wordlessly, Jordan motioned for me to lie back on the couch. Once I was flat on my back, I spread my legs so the drooling beefcake boy could have complete access to whatever he wanted. Jordan leaned down and immediately started probing and exploring my ultra-sensitive boy-slit with a hunger and appetite I’d only ever experienced with my father.

And just like a typical Richards man, Jordan wasted no time in burying his tongue as deep inside of my hole as he could. If I told you that I only came a little bit during this, I’d be lying. It got to a point where my bonus entry just started convulsing and pulsating the more that Jordan got into his magical bonus hole-eating skills. And if my t-dick were an old-fashioned rotary phone, it would have been ringing off the hook.

Suddenly, Jordan rose from his carnal banquet and licked his chops. He slid me closer to him and grabbed his dick for what I could have sworn was a reenactment of my hottest wet dream. My cousin aimed it and pushed the enormous cockhead up against my teeny, wet entry.

When he penetrated me it felt like he might split me in two. I had just enough brain power to start breathing again and took a large gulp of air. I tried to relax, but my libido was so ramped up, I thought I was going to have to plead for my cousin to hold me down.

Finally, I felt Jordan’s nutsack graze against my slit. He had made the seemingly impossible task of fully penetrating me a reality. Only my father had ever made love to me like this. Passion was written all over Jordan’s face as his fuck-thrusts got more rapid and vigorous.

Then, we heard the upstairs bathroom door open and shut. We really had to bolt to the finish-line now.

Not that Jordan was probably going to last that much longer, anyway. At this point, he was ramming my hole at a feverish pace. The sweat trickled down his face. I wanted to lick it off, and I know I would have, but I felt yet another colossal orgasm about to wrack my petite frame again.

As I arched my back and came, I clenched down with my love-tunnel as hard as I could. Jordan’s eyes popped open wide and my cousin let out a holler I’d never heard him make before as his massive cock swelled to even more massive proportions.

The sheer amount of alpha-male spunk that erupted was quite the load. My own final climax found me damn near incoherent and muttering in an erotic-sounding language I didn’t realize I spoke. As Jordan’s jock cum streamed out of me while he slowly pulled out of my well-stuffed bonus hole, I couldn’t help but gaze back at my cousin in what I am sure looked like pure joy.

Jordan’s never ceasing smile widened even further. I was falling hopelessly in love with that smile… and fast.

As our heartbeats very slowly started feeling somewhat back to normal again, I thought I heard my dad call my name from upstairs. I knew Jordan and I had better find our pants and catch our breath or Dad might find out…!