A/N: Thanks to all the people who have commented on my stories and sent me pms. You guys kick ass.
As always everyone in this story is 18+. This story contains gay incest. If that isn't your thing, stop reading.
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Since being introduced to gay porn two days ago, I'd spent the majority of my free time locked in my room, jacking off. The videos were good, but they weren't amazing. It wasn't like when I was with Colton. Everything's better with him.
Most of the stuff I've been watching is that amateur, home-made stuff. The videos with the alternative guys jacking themselves off, or blowing their boyfriends. None of the guys in the video look a lot like Colton, but once in a while there'll be an actor with black hair and piercings and the orgasm that I get from those videos is almost as good as the orgasm that Colton gave me.
Don't misunderstand me; I know what I'm doing, what Colton and I did, is completely inappropriate and frankly, kind of gross. But I can't help it. He's my best friend, and he's attractive, and he's smart and funny, and I love him. I really do. And I look up to him. I want to impress him.
But I do know that we can't go any further, it's wrong. And more importantly, our mothers would kill us if they found out.
But that doesn't mean that I can't still jack off to gay porn and pretend that my cousin's really the one stroking my cock. Or that when I'm lying in bed in the morning, dealing with morning wood, that I can't pretend that Colton's helping me cope with it.
I stretched beneath the covers, feverishly jacking my cock. My eyes were squeezed shut, as I pretended that Colton was lying next to me on the bed, and that he was the one stroking my cock. God, I was getting so close.
Suddenly, there was a sharp knock at my door, and then it was flung open. I nearly jumped out of my skin at the unexpected intrusion. I looked over at the door.
"Morning, son, I made pancakes. Come downstairs and have some breakfast." My dad said, smiling at me, totally oblivious to what he interrupted. I groaned.
"Just let me sleep for five more minutes." I mumbled, rolling onto my stomach to hide my hardened member.
"Nope, get up. The pancakes will get cold." I looked at him. He was still in his blue pajama pants and t-shirt. His brown hair was combed though, and he didn't look tired. He must've been up for a while now.
"Alright, alright." I complied. I wasn't happy about it, but I could finish later, I guess. My dad left the room, leaving my door wide open. I grabbed a pair of boxers off of my floor and pulled them on before heading downstairs.
"Were you awake during the snow storm last night?" My dad asked over breakfast. I shook my head. I didn't know there'd been a storm.
"Yeah, it broke one of the trees in the front yard. Our internet and landline's down. Oh, and the cable." He said, shrugging. The internet was down? I groaned loudly.
"Hey, it's not that bad. It's probably only going to be like that for a few days." He said, shrugging. I looked at him. He was the nicest man in the family, I thought. He had brown hair and hazel eyes, like me. But he had a strong jaw and perfectly straight, white teeth. And he never yelled, like ever. If he was mad, he'd just sit you down and calmly explain why he was angry, and that was that. My father was also very humble, unlike Uncle John.
I loved my uncle, but he was definitely the more outgoing, extravagant of the two brothers. He always had something to say.
"How am I supposed to be entertained for a couple of days with no internet?" I asked, stabbing angrily at my pancakes as if they were to blame.
"Well, you could help your mother go last minute Christmas shopping." He said, smiling.
"That's worse than doing nothing at all!" I exclaimed.
"I thought you'd say that. Well, you'll be happy to know then, that I invited Uncle John and Aunt Gemma to come over today. Your mother and aunt can go shopping, Uncle John's going to help me try to fix the brakes in your mother's car, and you and Colton can...well, do whatever it is teenage boys do nowadays." My father said with a smile.
"Really Dad? That's awesome, thanks." I responded, finishing the last bite of my pancakes.
"They should be over in about an hour." He said casually, sipping his coffee. I grinned at him. My dad's great.
I ran upstairs to my room and began cleaning it in a mad frenzy. My cousin always kept his room clean, and mine was always a fucking disaster. I wanted to impress him.
Most of the mess was just dirty clothes, so I brought them all to the laundry, and then I cleared off my desk.
My room's pretty big. I have a double bed, which isn't huge but it's big enough. I have a desk against the back wall. If you're walking into my room, my bed's against the right wall, and my TV and stand is against the left wall. I plugged in my video games (that's probably what Colton and I would occupy ourselves with) and then I changed into clean sweats and a t-shirt.
Guaranteed Colton would show up in his classic black jeans and white V-neck. It was also a guarantee that he'd look sexy as hell.
When Uncle John pulled into the driveway, it was just after 11am. I waited for them on the front porch, watching the snow fall. It was freezing outside.
"Hey, how are you Aaron?" My uncle said, pulling me into a hug. His wife gave me a curt nod before walking into the house. Colton stood behind my uncle, smirking at me.
"I'm fine, how are you?" I asked him as we pulled away.
"I'm great, just going to help out your dad. You boys coming inside?" He asked, looking between Colton and I as he moved towards the door. Colton shook his head.
"I'm going to have a smoke first." Colton said, casually. His dad nodded and shut the door behind him. I looked at Colton and he looked at me. I was right, he looked hot. His tight black jeans hugged his legs, his short-sleeved shirt showed off his beautiful muscular arms. Colton's black hair was slicked back in classic greaser style. He kicked his boots awkwardly against the snow. So what now? Would things be awkward because of last time?
"Hey Col-" He pushed me roughly against the door and crashed his lips against mine. His hands tangled greedily into my hair, holding my face to his. His lips ravaged mine, his tongue aggressively moved inside my mouth, and despite my better judgement, I reciprocated his movements.
But our parents are right on the other side of the door. And this is wrong. This is incest.
"Colton, stop. We can't. Someone might see." I said, breathlessly against his lips.
"Mm, let them see." He breathed, his lips attacking mine once more. I swallowed thickly. Fuck, I should just give it to him. It'll feel good, I know it will.
"Colton, stop. Please, I'm being serious."
