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I decided to shower while I was in the bathroom. I tried to let the warmth and the white noise of the running water soothe me, but I was still on edge. When I got out I put on a fresh shirt. Joplin was already dressed. We both slipped on our shoes, and Joplin led me out of the outbuilding to the house to meet up with our parents. We walked side by side but kept quiet on our commute to the front door. You would've thought my cousin, the straight guy whose gay cousin had advanced on him the previous night, would be the one most likely to be shaken up, but his strides were brimming with confidence. I on the other hand felt as though I had shrunken into my shirt, tucking myself back in like a turtle to hide. How could he be so okay with all this? Is he really just that pent up?

I was still having difficulty wondering why all of it was giving me so much trouble. I had been turning tricks with every other bored guy in the school for a year. This shouldn't have been different. I realized that I'd been interpreting it all backwards: his being my cousin didn't add another layer of separation between us--it made me want him more. There's a colloquial taboo that blankets incest. It didn't matter how far removed he was from me; there was just a residual sort of _wrongness_that cursed me to desire him.

These thoughts were bouncing off the inner walls of my skull when they were abruptly scattered; we'd reached the front door. Joplin held the door open for me and I entered, noticing instantly the dining room to the right of the doorway.

My aunt was the first to greet us. "Hey Sam. You boys sleep good?"

My cousin and I offered a "yep" in tandem.

"Well that's good to hear. Me and your uncle were fixin' to take your parents into town and show 'em around. Did you two wanna tag along?"

I looked to Joplin for input, but all he offered was a complacent shrug. "No, I think I'll just hang out with Joplin some more. Maybe we'll catch up later."

"Suit yourself. There's breakfast left over in the kitchen. Dennis makes a mean pancake." Dennis was my uncle. "We were getting' ready to go when you came in."

Joplin took me to the kitchen, where we plated a couple of pancakes. As we were making our way back to the dining room we heard to door open, followed by my uncle's voice. "We're leaving! Jop--we'll probably be at La Porte's if you decide to come meet us!"

"Okay!"

We sat down across from each other, silently enjoying our breakfast. It was good to get some food in me after drinking all night. Joplin finished before I did, and sat quietly, watching me start the last of my pancakes.

"So you're seventeen, right? A year younger than me?"

I nodded. I was lucky enough to have a summer birthday, which had passed just before we made our trip. That meant I got my license before most of my friends, and I would be eighteen all my senior year.

Deftly, Joplin pushed one of his footpaws into my legs, stroking it softly. I bristled a bit, but kept chewing, thankful that my fur hid the rush of blood flowing to my cheeks. "So you like this stuff too, huh?" My bashful demeanor was good enough of an answer. "That's cool." Joplin slowly brushed the inside of my calves with his footpaw, waiting patiently for me to finish eating as he sat with his elbows on the table and his chin in his paws. Upon finishing my meal, I noticed the stir in my pants that had resulted from my cousin's playfulness. He's just trying to get me in the mood again. I scooted my chair backwards, far enough away that Joplin couldn't reach me anymore. Once he realized that I wasn't getting up and was instead backing away from him, he squinted at me, as if I had offended or inconvenienced him. I sat with my arms crossed, and made eye contact with him briefly before yanking my gaze away, electing to study the syrupy plate in front of me.

"So what, you don't like that stuff?" I didn't answer. "Or do you not want to do anything with me?"

"I don't want you to keep using me."

Joplin was taken back a little by my response. He huffed out a chuckle before rebutting. "I'm using you? Really? Guess I didn't realize." Sarcasm dribbled from the corners of his mouth.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean."

"It means you offered to suck my dick last night. Your cousin's dick."

My ears flattened to accompany my discomfort. "This morning you started talking to me just to get to my mouth."

Joplin's jaw hung slightly ajar in disbelief. "I wanted another blowjob, and a cocksucker was waiting for me on the couch."

That sinking feeling came back to my chest when he said that. I turned my eyes up to meet his and found no pity in his icy stare.

"Don't fuckin' look at me like that. We both got what we wanted. Nothing more, nothing less."

My pain was starting to manifest itself in my expression. Tears started to well up in my eyes. They didn't fall, but their sheen was apparent to my cousin. His gaze remained unsympathetic, but softened from a calloused annoyance to some sort of disappointment.

"Are you seriously gonna fuckin' cry? What did you expect? You were gonna suck me off and I was gonna kiss you and say 'I love you' and promise to call you every night? We're cousins, Sam. For Christ's sake."

He wasn't wrong. No matter how harsh his words sounded I couldn't help but angrily accept the truth he spoke. I was the one who initiated the change in our relationship, and now I was the one that had misconstrued its substance. I sniffed and wiped the forming tears from my eyes with both cuffs of my sleeves. When I took my wrists away, Joplin was standing, having risen from his chair.

"Come on. Let's walk."

I sniffled a few times as Joplin walked through the front door alone. I rose and took after him. As I stepped onto the porch, I looked around for a few seconds, before I noticed my cousin's broad figure meandering down some walkway. I hadn't noticed earlier that there was a path that branched off from the one connecting Joplin's room and the house. It forked downhill about a half mile until it disappeared behind a wall of trees that bordered a stream that passed through the property.

Joplin had a decent lead on me, so I didn't catch up until he was within the tree line. Since the stream was downhill from the house, I hadn't noticed it was there. All I saw was a line of treetops that stretched down for miles, eventually disappearing into a greater forest that sat on the horizon. The path we were on sat between the trees and the water. I finally caught up and relaxed my pace, walking next to my cousin. The stream was on our right, trickling silently. The trees on our left were rooted in a small levee. The grade was fairly steep, and the branches of the trees stretched outwards towards the path.

Joplin was the first to speak. "I wasn't tryin' to be mean to you Sam. I'm just tellin' you how it is. I know I'm only a year older than you, but down here people just grow up faster. We don't sugar coat anything around here."

I sighed affirmatively.

His shoulders fell a bit, loosening his posture. "I figured you'd want to screw around is all. If you wanted to stop after last night you could've told me."

"I know."

"Then why'd you freak out on me? Last night sure as hell wasn't your first time, and I reckon it wasn't your first time with a straight guy neither. One night stand sorta stuff."

I nodded and pulled my head up; I had been watching my shoes the whole time. "I've blown so many guys at my school." I let out a nervous laugh and Joplin smirked. "I mean honestly I'm kind of a slut. But none of the guys make fun of me, because they know if they piss me off they'll lose a reliable source of head. I gave up on crushes before I even got to high school because all the guys I wanted were straight. So by the time I made a name for myself as the school cocksucker I was perfectly fine suckin' dick on the side and not asking for anything else." I sighed apologetically. "You're the first guy in a long time I've wanted more from in a long time."

When I turned my head to face Joplin I found a hint of sympathy on his face. "I never really thought about that I guess. I mean that must suck right? Likin' people but not even havin' a shot in the first place."

"Yeah. It kinda sucks."

"So what, you never had a boyfriend?"

"Not really. For the longest time I kept it all a secret, 'cause you know, mom and dad, and I was kind of ashamed I guess. I got over it eventually. But I don't even know if there are any other fags at my school. If there are any they're all keepin' it secret still."

"Damn."

"Yeah. I sucked my first dick before my first kiss, if you can believe that." Joplin looked at me incredulously and let out a sharp laugh. "For real? How'd you let that happen?"

An involuntary smirk crept onto my face and I felt my cheeks get warm. "It was just some horny fox at a sleepover. I tried to come onto him a bit but he freaked out. He wouldn't touch me. But I guess he let his hormones get the best of him. That boy could pitch a fuckin' tent, lemme tell you. I--"

"Okay. I think I get it."

I chuckled nervously. "Yeah, sorry. The kiss didn't come until a few guys later. Some of the guys get a bit more passionate than I think they realize."

"Sounds like a bunch of fags to me. Why don't you ask _those_guys for their numbers or something?"

I grinned and shook my head. "I don't think they're gay. And if they were they sure as shit wouldn't be bold enough to start dating_a guy." I paused for a moment. "We all just want to _feel each other, right? Like, physically touch someone. I mean deep down that's what we really want. So a straight guy in an emotional and sexual drought finds a fag that'll do what he wants for fifteen minutes. Sounds like a pretty good deal."

Joplin shrugged. "I mean, I get it, I guess. Sometimes just fallin' asleep with someone is better than fucking." He smiled at me. "But don't tell anyone I said that, yeah?"

"Why?"

"'Cause it'll make me look like a pussy." Joplin laughed to himself. "Nah. But I don't know, most guys just talk about sex. They don't admit how sweet it is just to hold someone."

It was oddly comforting to hear that from my cousin. My girl friends were the only ones who ever talked about wanting to cuddle and that kinda stuff, not tall, strong guys like my cousin.

"I also don't tell anybody about this place." Joplin looked ahead down the trail. "We think the last family that had this property cleared out a bunch of the trees by the house. They must've kept the trees on the banks of the river because of how steep it is, but I guess they cleared the stuff real close to the water so they could have this little path. I walk down here to clear my head sometimes." We walked in silence for a couple hundred feet. "There's a clearing up ahead where we can sit, if you want."

Within a few second I noticed the large open area ahead of us. "Sure. I could use a break I guess."

The trail fed into clearing. The stream was still on the right, and on the left there was an open area that measured about twenty by thirty feet. The perimeter might have once been rectangular, but as the vegetation encroached over time it had softened to a more elliptical shape. The trail continued in the same direction, but narrowed to about a third of its width, with overgrowth invading the path. I guess this is where Joplin usually stopped.

In the clearing there was an old fallen tree, with a convenient groove that could act as a sort of bench. I was walking over to the tree--I assumed this is what Joplin meant when he said we could sit down--but before I could turn around to plant myself, Joplin came up from behind me. He put his paws on my hips and dropped his chin on top of my head. I tensed up at the sudden contact, and brought my own paws up to my chest.

I let out a nervous gasp as Joplin pulled his head away and brought it back, nuzzling at the side of my head with his muzzle. He hummed and circled his paws over my hips, pulling himself close enough to push his bulge into my backside. He glided over to the front of my abdomen, pulling up my shirttails and letting his paws explore my stomach. He whispered in my ear. "I know you want me to touch you. You were upset because I wouldn't touch you." He exhaled warmly into the backs of my ears, causing them to twitch. "Do you still want me to?"

I nodded shakily.

"Say it."

"Yes."

"Say all of it." "I want you to touch me."

Suddenly my cousin thrust me forward, bending me over the trunk of the fallen tree. His paws, underneath my shirt, continued to explore my body. He dropped his muzzle to my neck and licked over the back of it, forcing me to sigh passionately. Nobody had ever done this kinda stuff to me. Even it was just another fling, the way he treated me in that clearing was the first time anyone had put any care into the way they fooled around with me. Each caress and lick felt orchestrated, designed to give me pleasure.

I couldn't ignore Joplin's own pleasure, though. His wolfhood made itself more and more known through his pants as he started to rock his hips into my ass. He took one of his hands away from under my shirt and sloppily unbuckled his belt before unzipping his fly. "You showered this morning, yeah?"

I whispered, "yeah."

"You ever been fucked before?"

Joplin had hardly been polite in his use of language in the past twenty-four hours, but the way he said fucked was so raw and aggressive. He was hungry. It turned me on more than any of the physical foreplay that had been taking place during the previous five minutes.

"Only twice. It's been a while."

"You think you can handle it?"

I bit my lip. I knew it wasn't smart to take his girth without a proper warm up, but I couldn't resist. "Fuck me."

He didn't start right away. He kept one paw under my shirt, massaging, and tried with his other paw to loosen my pants so that only my ass was showing, but ended up dropping my jeans and my underwear all the way to my ankles. He pushed his warm cock, still shrouded in his boxers, against me, grinding it under my tail. I kicked off my shoes and used my footpaws to work my pants off my legs and onto the ground.

He dragged his paws out from under my shirt and placed one of them on my ass, massaging the flesh with his thumb. The other fumbled with his boxers. Eventually, he pulled his cock out, but in doing so managed to drop his pants as well. He chuckled and bent down to pull his pants from his ankles so that he would be free to move around. I smirked at his clumsiness and lowered my head in anticipation. I had my elbows on the tree for support.

Joplin's paw found its way back to my cheeks. He gripped one and slid his thumb over my hole. I exhaled and did my best to relax. At that point I still didn't have a whole lot of experience with anything more than oral. The tip of his thumb found its way in. I clenched briefly, but allowed myself to take him in. He turned inside of me, working my entrance, before popping out and replacing his thumb with two of his fingers. He pushed them in as far as he could get them and wriggled them, trying to prepare me for wolfhood. He bent his fingers down, gently rubbing my prostate. I let out an involuntary moan, and my cousin hummed a chuckle.

I heard a slick noise and surmised that he had been coating his cock in his own saliva. The next time he pulled his fingers out was the last. He used his now free paw to grab my shoulder and push it down, forcing me to flatten my arms on the tree and rest my head on the backs of my paws. I let out another heavy sigh, trying my best to relax.

Joplin guided his cock with his other hand and pushed the head up against my pucker. I closed my eyes shut and tried to push out, allowing him to slip his tip inside me. He paused long enough to groan, and continued his advance. When he got halfway in I gasped and let out a panicked "fuck," but he pushed steadily until he hilted in me. Tears were forming in my eyes and I was gritting my teeth, but Joplin was in pure ecstasy.

He muttered his own expletive and slid his paw from my shoulder to the small of my back. He pulled up on my tail with his other paw and began.

His thrusts started rather slow, but they were deep. He almost left only the tip inside upon each retreat, and followed it up by pushing up to the base. He offered no breaks; I acclimated simply by being subjected to a steady stream of thrusts. The pain never really left, but an erotic and overwhelming feeling of fullness took over me.

"Fuck, you're tight."

He kept his paw down on the small of my back; this, combined with the upwards tug on my tail, made me arch my ass upwards, giving him a better angle with which to fuck me. Regardless, he soon got frustrated with trying to position the two of us over the tree, and opted to move to the ground.

While we were still on the trunk, he wrapped one arm around my chest and pulled me away. My cock was leaking as he let me down on the ground, his cock still buried within me. I assumed my previous position, with my head on my paws on the ground. That way, my ass would be up in the air for him to take. He resumed rocking his hips into me.

He leaned over me, pressing his chest into my back. He kept his head and shoulders up though, using a paw to grip the back of my neck and push me into the dirt. With the side of my face pressed into the ground, I looked over my shoulder to find Joplin's eyes. His face was strained with effort, and we were both panting.

I was pent up after giving him two blowjobs. The arousal I felt while my cousin was fucking me was beyond anything I had ever experienced. I knew I couldn't last very long. I closed my eyes again, trying to keep my orgasm at bay for at least a couple minutes longer.

Joplin leaned back and slid his paws down my sides, resting them at the tops of my thighs. He used this added leverage to pull my body into his thrusts while he pumped forward. He started altering his pace as well, accelerating to painful speeds and slowing down to long, deep thrusts that poked inside me and made me ooze precum. It was when he sped up again, furiously tugging at my hips with his paws, that he triggered my orgasm. "Fffuck..." A loud and prolonged moan accompanied my climax, which last for at least twenty seconds. I had already been drooling precum onto the ground, but Joplin's unrelenting assault on my hole and prostate called forth the most explosive orgasm I had ever experienced. Ropes of my cum laced the dirt beneath me. My orgasm caused me to clench down on Joplin's cock, but this only added to his enjoyment. He wasn't done yet.

He reclined into the ground, lying down on his back while still inside me. He attempted to spin me around to face him, but in doing so ripped his cock out of me.

"Fuck!" It burned.

Joplin took no heed of my outcry however, and helped me up so I could squat over his cock. My hole was sore, but my cousin grabbed my hips and slammed me down. I couldn't help but cry out once more, but Joplin took no pity on me. He stared at me, with his open mouth and shimmering eyes, as I stared back with tears beginning to run down my face. It was the most excellent pain I had ever experienced.

Through our labored breaths we maintained eye contact. I bobbed up and down on the balls of my footpaws with my paws on his chest while he pumped upwards into me. The added strain on his face and unsteady rhythm of his thrusts told me he was close.

He let his head fall back and closed him eyes in ecstasy as I felt the warmth of his seed begin to flow into me. He thrust lazily a handful of times while coating my walls in his cum. Each time I bobbed up I could feel a little bit trickle out. I stopped bouncing as soon as I felt his ass drop into the dirt.

I hadn't realized my elbows were locked while I was pushing down on his chest, so when I tried to relax my arms gave out and I practically collapsed onto my cousin, dropping my chin over his shoulder. I didn't care though; I was panting harder than Joplin was and my ass burned from his rough re-entry. We stayed there like that for at least a couple of minutes while we tried to catch our breath. My cock had dribbled a bit more while I was riding Joplin, and I could feel its wetness pressed between us.

When my breathing was again inaudible, I felt a paw cup the side of my head and raise it. Joplin pecked me on the lips before lowering my head down to his chest.

"That's all you get."

I turned my head so that my ears were turned to his heart, and I let a smirk form on my face in response to the ridiculous gesture he had offered me.

He dragged his paw up to my shoulder blade, and gently rubbed my back.

We got up after a few minutes, careful to separate ourselves more gently than we had before. We walked back down the trail, one of us with a slight limp. We opted to stay nude rather than put our clothes on over our cum-soaked fur. It was summer, so the breeze refreshing to experience without clothing, and the property was isolated enough to protect us from the possibility of unwanted passersby. We made our way back to his room, and showered together. Joplin washed my body, taking a surprising but welcome amount of care in his gentle lathering of the fur on my back. We finished up and raided the house for some food before retreating to the outbuilding once more. We turned on the television. I don't remember what was playing. But we sat on the same couch, and he let me cuddle up against him. He even dropped an arm over me, and squeezed my ass a couple times.

My family didn't plan on staying long; we had more family in the area, and were only staying at my aunt's as a stop along the way. The following morning was the last time I'd see Joplin for a long time. We spoke at a wedding recently.

I hugged my aunt and shook my uncle's hand, but I shared a long embrace with my cousin.

He craned down slightly to whisper in my ear. "I'll call you every night."

We both laughed, garnering looks from our parents.

"See you around, Joplin."

As we turned the car around in the expansive driveway, I turned to catch one final glimpse of Joplin's eyes.

They were a very soft blue.