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Lavender got married when she was nineteen-years-old. Within eighteen months after her marriage, Lavender discovered that she would never be able to produce a child. She had an inoperable blockage in her fallopian tubes. Strangely, twenty-years later this problem could easily have been rectified, but at that time alas, it was not.
Lavender and her husband, Chris, therefore, decided that adoption was the only route that they could pursue. Over the following year, they were lucky enough to adopt two girls from different women. The first was named was Reba and the second, Martina, in accordance with Lavender’s musical taste.
Growing up, the two girls were inseparable, but they could not have been physically more different. Both were attractive, but whereas Reba was petite, Martina was large of stature. In what would become a lifetime of parallels, both graduated from school, attended college, then got married a month apart, and next gave birth to boys, seven days apart from one another. Furthermore, not only did they live in the same neighbourhood, but two houses apart from each other in the same street.
Reba married Barry, a nice guy of average height and build, and Martina married Grant, a really large and powerful guy. Their sons, Anton and Bennet, were best friends throughout their childhood. Again, the boys, like their mothers and fathers for that matter, were very different. Anton was Reba’s boy and Bennet, Martina’s son. Anton was slight, intelligent, and a bookworm. Bennet was large, sporty, and battled with schoolwork. Both boys were good-looking, but in a totally different way. Anton was ‘pretty’ if one could use such a derogatory word in respect of a male, and Bennet was handsomely butch.
Close as the families were, nevertheless, Bennet and Anton’s home lives were very different. The atmosphere in Anton’s home was always laidback and relaxed, but for Bennett, his dad was a very strict disciplinarian and Bennet would often be hauled off in either home to given a severe beating if he misbehaved. Thankfully, their occasional sleepovers always took place at Anton’s home.
A great benefit for Anton when he was growing up, was that he was never bullied. One look at Bennet was all that it took to stay well clear of his cousin. In a reciprocal gesture, Anton always coached Bennet and if it hadn’t been for him, Bennet would never have got through high school.
When Anton began to realize he was gay, tutoring Bennet during their final years of high school became an ordeal for him. Bennet was totally gorgeous, and looking into his dreamy eyes would often make poor Anton weak at the knees. To make matters, Bennet had a habit of constantly placing his hands on Anton’s shoulders as he conferred with him, sending tingles through poor Anton’s body.
Bennett spent a great deal of time at Anton’s home as the tutoring became ever more important in their final school year. Needless to say, during Bennet’s ever-increasing stayovers, Anton frequently saw his cousin naked, which drove him to distraction. To make matters worse, Bennet had the ‘irritating’ habit of constantly fondling his ample crotch as some or other explanation from Anton was dispensed, and then if that wasn’t bad enough, sniffing his fingers.
After lights out, poor Anton was also subjected to Bennet’s excited breathing as he manically tugged on his dick. Worst of all, Bennet was a very loud cummer, a practice that almost drove Anton out of his mind. Whenever Bennet drifted off to sleep after one of Bennet’s ejaculations, Anton would excitedly sniff the tissues that had been used to mop up Bennet’s spunk.
When the boys finally graduated from high school, their lives changed considerably and they saw much less of one another. Bennet got a job at a large warehouse in their small town, and Anton went off to college. During Anton’s quarterly holidays, the two did hook up, but the sleepover era, alas, had definitely come to an end.
Bennet was not an instigator and never looked for a fight, but when one was in the offing he never backed down. Quintessentially, he was his father’s son. Growing up, Anton had often heard stories about Martina and Grant’s early marriage, when Grant was a real bruiser and often got into fights. After several years of marriage, however, Martina finally laid down the law. Thereafter, Grant thankfully began to calm down.
Being a chip off the old block, however, once Bennet finished school, he commenced re-enacting the earlier era of Grant’s life to the fullest, and the country bars and pool halls that Bennet frequented were the perfect stomping grounds for his exploits. Bennet was often banned from places for prolonged periods due to his antics.
Anton's life, during this time, was totally different. After graduating from college, he moved to a large city, and when Anton visited his parents twice a year, at most, he would see naturally see Bennet.
Two years later, a dramatic change occurred in Anton’s life. With the ever-diminishing state in economic affairs in the small town where he had grown up, Bennet lost his job. This was not due to any reckless misdemeanour but simply due to the financial climate. After a surprise phone call from his aunt, Martina, Anton’s life was about to change considerably.
Martina begged Anton to help Bennet with his dilemma. Well ensconced in his job as Anton was, Anton asked the foreman of the warehouse of the company where he worked if he would assist his cousin. Thankfully, he could.
Shortly, Bennet arrived in the city where Anton worked. Much as he loved his cousin, Anton was wary of Bennet’s arrival. Anton’s life had changed dramatically in the preceding years. He had embraced his homosexuality and was happily living his life free from his family’s scrutiny. Now, with Bennet living with him, for who knew how long, his sex life could be compromised.
Fortunately, the two guys worked things out rather quickly. The places that Bennet frequented were not to Anton’s liking, a fact that they both acknowledged and respected, and so at least on Friday and Saturday evenings they could do their own thing. Bennet was very gracious about this arrangement and wholeheartedly understood that with them cohabiting, they needed their own space from time to time.
Anton liked to visit a gay bar on Friday and Saturday evenings. Usually, on Saturday evening he would head off to a gay sauna at around ten-thirty and spend a few blissful hours there before returning home. He simply didn’t like the gay clubs and found them too noisy.
Anton found that despite his initial misgivings, having Bennet around didn’t prove too difficult. Naturally, he wasn’t able to take anyone home with him from the bar, or solicit the odd ‘takeaway.’ This, however, he soon realized wasn’t a huge obstacle.
The only thing, nonetheless, that Anton did find somewhat disconcerting about having Bennet around, could best be described as the ‘agony and ecstasy’ factor. Bennet would often exit the bathroom naked with a towel over his shoulder as he entered the lounge. The sight of Bennet’s beautiful body and incredible uncut dick almost drove Anton to distraction. Anton felt like a kid that had been placed in a straightjacket and then left in a toy store.
On the third Saturday evening after Bennet had moved in, both men headed off in their respective directions after dinner. In keeping with his normal routine, Anton first visited the bar before heading off to the sauna. After a very pleasant visit that evening, he was feeling a little tired before leaving the establishment at midnight. As he exited the place and turned right to head off home, Anton did not see the person approaching from the opposite direction.
After spending the night at a pool hall and bar, Bennet had also decided to head home after an ordinary night. All the good-looking girls that evening seemed to be involved, and the only woman that had come onto him that evening was a skanky female that no amount of alcohol could have made any more attractive. As Bennet turned a corner en-route home, he saw Anton exiting a building. Bennet was about to call out to Anton when his eyes glanced upward and saw a huge gay flag fluttering above the entrance.
Stunned, he remained silent as he watched Anton disappear into the distance. Bennet then gingerly approached the front door to discover it was a men’s sauna. As he stood there, a multitude of thoughts entered his mind. In their final year at school when Anton was regularly tutoring him, Bennet had wondered if his cousin was gay because Anton had never shown interest in girls. Bennet, however, had dismissed the idea, simply believing that Anton had always been a bookworm and therefore, was merely a nerd.
Although Bennet was not totally drunk, he had imbibed a good few brandy’s and coke that evening. With his faculties somewhat diminished, a strange curiosity overcame him and though he would never enter a place like this if he was totally sober, he was intrigued to see what his cousin got up to in a place like this. Then, as if in a trance, he lifted his arm and rang the doorbell.
After entering the reception and paying his fee, he moved through to the locker room with two towels, an elastic band around his wrist that had a numbered disk as well as a key for his locker. Bennet was not nervous because he knew that he could adequately take care of himself. This, after all, was not a penitentiary. Once he had placed all his clothing and the second towel he had been supplied with in his locker, he wrapped his other towel around his hips and entered the main area.
Inside, the place looked rather elegant and he instantly felt relaxed. Above all, he was pleased when he wasn’t confronted by a scene out of a Caligula type movie. Bennet then spotted the long bar counter to his right, but decided against having another drink at this point.
Next, he observed numerous sofas with a dozen or so guys relaxing in the subdued lighting in this area. He also spotted numerous television screens all showing gay porn movies.
Having decided to first reconnoitre the place, Bennet soon approached a frosted glass door with a sign above, announcing that this was a steam room. In his inebriated state, it occurred that this would be an excellent place to sweat out some of the alcohol he had in his system. After placing his towel over one of the numerous hooks conveniently offered for this purpose, he entered.
In the dim light, he observed the built-in seating to the right side of the door was vacant. After sitting down his eyes began adjusting to the gloom. Then, looking around him he saw naked men scattered about. Two of the seated men across from him were getting blowjobs, and to his left where there was no built-in seating, a small guy was pinned up against the wall as a large fat man fucked him.
Bennet was not exactly turned on by what he was seeing, he was, after all, straight. Nevertheless, he was totally fascinated because the airiness and breezy anonymity that this place offered was awe-inspiring and he felt like he was in hedonistic heaven. He wondered if straight places like this also existed, because if one did, he would definitely become a regular customer.
As Bennet sat ruminating, an orgiastic quartet developed on the opposite side of the room. Bennet was mesmerized by the level of gratification he was observing from them. By now, the fat guy to his left had also been replaced by a tall slimmer man. It all seemed so casual and laid-back, unlike an orgy he had once attended where a fight had broken out. Bennet, strangely, felt envious by what he was seeing.
Bennet was brought out of his reverie when a good-looking young guy entered the steam room and sat down next to him. Bennet quickly got the impression that this young man was interested in him. As much as he was oddly enjoying himself, Bennet, nonetheless, couldn’t see anything developing between him and the attractive man. A minute or so later, when the young guy got up and moved in front of Bennet before kneeling down, Bennet felt weirdly transfixed by what was happening.
‘No fuckin’ way,’ his mind was telling him and yet, he just sat as if glued to the spot.
Bennet was always very horny and a prodigious masturbator and it occurred to him that he hadn’t ejaculated since lunchtime the previous day, which for him was unheard of. The reason for this was that he had not gone out the previous evening and just got pissed at home on his own before falling asleep. Also, after getting up late that morning and having spent the entire day in Anton’s company, he hadn’t had the opportunity to jack-off once.
As he looked at the young guy before him, he became overwhelmed by the thought of cumming. Obviously, alcohol had substantially lowered his natural resistance and in the setting he found himself, his preconceptions had begun to alter.
‘A mouth, after all, is simply a mouth,’ he thought, before further reasoning, ‘Who the fuck will know, in any case?’
As the young man took hold of his cock with a look of delight on his face, Bennet felt himself inexorably sliding into a forbidden abyss.
Next, Bennet felt the warmth of the guy’s mouth encasing his dick. Bennet had obviously had many blowjobs before, but the episode now unfolding soon began to negate all the oral sex that he had formerly experienced. No woman had ever taken his entire dick in their mouths before and yet, in no time at all, Bennet’s cock had completely disappeared into this man’s throat. In addition, unlike any time before, the technique this guy was displaying was immeasurably superior to anything that Bennet had encountered prior to this. The lip and tongue action of the man was totally exhilarating.
Very shortly, Bennet felt himself so engaged that his hands took hold of the guy’s head and his hips commenced frantically thrusting upward. Reticent as Bennet had been before, now he didn’t want this to end.
Twice, Bennet pulled the man’s head off his knob as he felt himself getting too close, but finally, however, delirious with ecstasy, Bennet had the most powerful release of his life.
Bennet's body was trembling afterward when he made his way back to the bar. Once there, he was about to order another drink when he changed his mind, instead opting for black coffee.
After he finished his coffee he felt invigorated. The steam room and the coffee had definitely sobered him up considerably. Bennet now thought about Anton and wondered if anything would have happened between them in their last year of school, when he had often stayed over at Anton’s home while Anton was tutoring him. Bennet reflected upon the fact that although it would have been peculiar, they weren’t after all related by blood. What astonished Bennet the most as he ruminated about the events of the evening was that he didn’t have any remorse about what had just happened in the steam room.
‘I’ve always been straight, not even bisexual,’ he reminded himself, as he sat there totally perplexed.
Bennet’s attention was now diverted as a very pretty young man with shoulder-length hair sat down next to him, as Bennet ordered his second cup of coffee.
As Bennet observed him, he thought, ‘You’re too pretty to be a boy, you should’ve been a girl.’
Laughing inwardly at this thought, Bennet mentally admonished himself by wondering if he wasn’t finally losing his mind. ‘Jesus Christ,’ he thought, ‘Am I now morphing men into women?’
As the pretty guy then turned his back to Bennet to address another man who was obviously an acquaintance and had sat down on the opposite side of him, Bennet stared at the young man’s sensual back and shoulder-length hair. The sight of this instantly made him horny and he began to wonder what it would be like to have his dick lodged in this boy’s butt.
‘Fuck, I am losing it,’ Bennet now thought to himself.
A minute or so later, when the man again turned to face Bennet, he said, “Hi, I’m Mark.”
“Bennet,” Bennet replied.
“I’ve never seen you here before,” Mark responded.
“Never been here before,” Bennet replied, matter-of-factly.
“Well… let me guess, you don’t have a wedding ring, but that could be a ruse,” Mark uttered seductively, before resuming, “Mmm, I think that you are an FBI agent on a secret mission,” Mark concluded with an impish grin, scanning the hot hunk sitting beside him.
Picking up on the fun, Bennet chuckled before replying, “Not married and I am definitely not an FBI agent.”
“So what’s your story, handsome,” Mark retorted.
Strangely, Bennet now felt compromised and it was as if his anonymity was being compromised. “It’s a long story and I don’t want to bore you with the details,” he deftly responded.
“No problem,” Mark replied. Then, after a brief pause, he continued, “Listen, I have a private room, so…” Mark concluded with an inviting shrug.
Bennet was somewhat floored by his bravado, but also incredibly horny. The only thing worrying him was the level of intimacy that Mark might require. Cautiously, he then replied, “I would really like to fuck you but I don’t do the kissing thing.”
“No problem,” Mark uttered with a smile, before resuming, “If doggy style suits your needs, I would be happy to comply.”
Bennet looked at Mark intently, then after sipping the last bit of his second cup of coffee, he said, “Okay, let’s do it!”
As they walked toward the cubicle Bennet thought, ‘What the fuck is happening to me? For fuck's sake, am I busy turning into a homo?’
Once in the cubicle, Mark removed his towel and respectfully mounted the bed in the doggy style, presenting his backside to Bennet.
After retrieving the sachet of lube off the pedestal in the cubicle, Bennet applied the liquid to his dick before smearing the residue on Mark’s butt, prior to entering Mark’s backside. As he did so, he looked at Mark’s back and the voluptuous head of hair sprawled on the bed before him.
‘Jesus, from behind this could be a woman,’ Bennet reasoned to himself.
As his dick slid into Marks portal, the sounds emanating from Mark were incredible as Mark commenced emitting low groans of total satisfaction. Prior to this, Bennet had anally penetrated quite a few women in his life, but they always seemed to be distressed by his above average endowment. Some of the ladies had even bailed on him, complaining that he was simply too large.
Mark, however, appeared to have no such problem. In addition, Mark’s sphincter also seemed to have a life of its own. It was like a pulsating ring of delight, as it greedily commenced milking Bennet’s dick.
Bennet was overawed that in this place that he would never, ever, have thought of entering, two of the most breath-taking experiences that he had ever enjoyed were unfolding. During the next fifteen minutes, Bennet had to extract his cock three times from Mark’s butt, to avoid ejaculating too early.
When Bennet finally came, his body was so consumed with delight that without even trusting at this point, Mark’s unrelenting hole forced Bennet’s knob to relinquish its cache. As Bennet flooded Mark’s butt the release was monumental. What blew Bennet away, even more, was when Mark spun around and after getting his knees, lapped on Bennet’s manhood as if it was a holy relic. No woman had ever afforded him this level of respect and Bennet felt like a benevolent king who was being acclaimed by a grateful subject.
As Bennet walked home afterward, he thought about the evening. He wasn’t regretful, but somewhat perplexed by how much he enjoyed his visit to the sauna. With a chuckle, he thought about Mark’s face when he gave him a brief kiss on the lips. The look of delight that Mark displayed was well worth the discomfort that Bennet felt in doing so. What, however, worried Bennet the most, was the possible addiction that may have developed after the duo of pleasure that he had experienced.
‘I’m fuckin’ straight,’ he kept protesting to himself as he ambled ever onward.
Once Bennet arrived home, he quietly opened the front door and entered. After arriving in the spare bedroom he undressed. The night air and the coffee he had consumed had invigorated him and as he stood there his cock went rigid. Being the randy fucker he was this was hardly surprizing. Bennet now commenced tugging on his insatiable knob, thinking about his cousin lying in the main bedroom.
As if in a trance, Bennet found his body being compelled toward the open door of Anton’s room that he had observed minutes before. After entering, he saw Anton’s naked body on the bed lying face down. In a fit of horniness and also knowing that he was in control of the situation, Bennet pounced on Anton’s body.
“What the fuck!” Anton yelled, overcome with fright.
“Shut up,” Bennet growled, “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“Jesus, Bennet, what the fuck are you doing?” Anton appealed to his cousin.
“L’Homme Sauna… does the name ring a bell, buddy?” Bennet growled.
“What?” Anton blabbed in complete bewilderment, totally pinned down by Bennet.
“Don’t bullshit me, Anton. That’s the place I saw you exiting two hours ago,” Bennet responded.
Anton’s mind now went in total turmoil and all he could think of saying was, “Jesus, Bennet, we're fuckin’ cousins… please get off me.”
“No can do, Anton. Besides… were not related by blood or anything, so this is not abnormal,” Bennet replied.
As the shock began to wear off, Anton was totally entranced. He had so often dreamed of this moment that he believed would never materialise. Instinctively, however, Anton began to squirm, which magically incited Bennet even more. The most mindboggling fantasy that Anton had ever imagined now played itself out and when Bennet stabbed his dick into Anton’s backside, Anton let out the most gratifying howl of his entire life.
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