Chris and Jasper

Chris looked around gloomily. Here he was, once again, stuck in the middle of nowhere at his parents summer home. To make matters worse, he was expecting his cousin Jasper any minute now. Jasper, who he’d not seen since they were eleven, had volunteered to drive up to be with his cousin for the duration of the summer. That was at least another three weeks. And the thing that made it worse was that they were going to be alone! Chris’s parents had opted out this summer, but insisted that they bring him up here. Jaspers parents were just boring people who thought their son should get out more. What the hell was Chris supposed to do to keep Jasper entertained? The only thing that he could remember about Jasper was that he was a scrawny little kid who collected stamps. And although Chris was not that built himself, he wasn’t that bad to look at.

He was slight of frame, clear blue eyes, short brown hair and wire framed glasses that (he thought) made him look distinguished. If he remembered correctly, Jasper was short, skinny, blue eyes and blond hair who did nothing but talk about his stamp collection. Yeah! This was going to be a great fucking three weeks! Again, he asked himself, what were two seventeen year old boys, who had nothing in common, supposed to do to keep each other entertained? His thoughts were broken when he heard the sound of a car coming around the corner of the long and winding driveway that led to the house. As the beat up old station wagon appeared, Chris stood at the door and watched with mild disgust. The car came to a halt and the driver shut the engine off. The door opened and a young man about 6 ft. tall with long blond hair got out and stretched to his full height. As he stretched, Chris could see the hard flat stomach, and the bulging biceps on his once scrawny cousin. He said nothing. Apparently, Jasper didn’t see him because he walked to the back of the wagon, opened the hatch and pulled out two hefty gym bags. He slammed the hatch shut and walked to the house. As he approached the house, he looked up, spotted Chris and smiled broadly to reveal perfect white teeth.

“My God Chris!” He exclaimed. “Is that you?” He bounded up the steps and Chris stepped back as Jasper tossed the gym bags down, pulled the door open, and grabbed his cousin in a bear hug!
“Ugh!” Chris grunted. “Do you mind please?”
“Not at all,” his cousin laughed. “But I’ll only release you if you say hi.”
“Alright, alright,” Chris complained. “Hi!”
Laughing once more, Jasper released him, stood back and looked him over.
“Gosh Chris you look great man! It’s been what? Five, six years?”
“Six,” Chris mumbled. “Come on and I’ll show you where you sleep.”

Jasper looked with puzzlement at his cousins retreating back. Something was definitely wrong here and if he was going to be staying three fucking with weeks with this guy, he was damn sure going to find out what it was! He followed his cousin up the stairs and to the room. Chris pushed the door open to reveal a huge sunny room that had two (count ‘em) two double beds, two dressers and one closet. “We’ll be sharing this room because the other room is in the process of being renovated. You can have that bed over there by the window. I’ve got to use the bathroom but I’ll be right back.”

Jasper watched again at his cousins retreating back. Something was wrong alright. Chris had just gone from being rude to down right hostile! No matter. He would give his cousin a chance and then if he didn’t change, he’d knock the shit right out of him! He tossed his bags on the Chris’s bed and sat on the one opposite it. Stretching his legs, he leaned back to enjoy the warmth of the sun coming through the window. He was about to stretch out on the bed when Chris reappeared.

“I told you this bed is mine,” he snapped. He grabbed the gym bags off his bed and tossed them on the floor between the two beds. Jasper jumped to his feet and glared at Chris.

“What the fuck is your problem man? I arrive here after not seeing you for six years and you don’t greet me at the door. Instead you act rude and the tone of your voice has a slight edge to it. So I have to ask myself a question. Is Chris just having a bad day, or is he having a problem with me being here?”
Chris stepped forward and jabbed his cousin in the chest with his index finger. “I’m having a fucking problem with you being here man,” he hissed.
“Chris I’m going to give you five seconds to step back and remove your finger from my chest.”
“And if I don’t?” He challenged.

Jasper didn’t answer. Instead he grabbed his cousin around the waist, picked him up and tossed him face down on his bed. Not hesitating for a second, he pounced on his struggling cousins back. Grabbing Chris by the wrists, he forced his arms straight out above his head and held them there with one hand. Chris swore. “Get the fuck off me you fucking faggot!” Jasper laughed out loud and leaned in close to Chris’s ear. “You’re right about one thing cuz,” he whispered lewdly. “I am a fag and I’m about to teach you what happens when you touch me without my permission.” Having said that, he reached under his frantically struggling cousing and found his belt. The two struggled back and forth but Jasper being the bigger and stronger of them, easily over powered Chris. He pinned his legs down with his own, unbuckled Chris’s belt and ripped it off. “YOU COCKSUCKER!” Chris howled. “Not yet baby,” Jasper whispered fiercely. “Not yet!”

He took the belt and quickly wrapped it around chris’s wrists securing them tightly. Crawling off him, he flipped him over to his back, and ripped his pants down to his knees. Chris looked at his cousin with wide-eyed horror. “What the fuck are you doing man?” He tried to lash out at Jasper with his legs but found they were being pinned down tightly by Jasper. “I’m going to fuck you,” Jasper said venomously. “And then I’m going to make you what you called me! A cock sucker!” Chris struggled and howled again as he felt Jasper rip his boxers down to reveal a cock that was still soft, but long. It was surrounded by a dense brown bush. “Well, well, well,” Jasper sneered. “My cousin is a man after all!” He pulled his own pants down to reveal a pair of white jockey shorts that was not doing to good a job of hiding his erection. His hardon snaked it’s way to the top of his jockeys so that the head was taking more than a peek at the outside world! By this time Chris was totally panicked! “P-P-Please J-Jasper,” he whispered with tears in his eyes. “D-D-Don’t d-d-do this!” Then, he burst into tears. Jasper stood back with his hard cock in his hand and watched dumbfounded as his cousin sobbed uncontrollably. “Awww shit,” he muttered. He sat down on the bed and watched Chris helplessly. Then after a few seconds, he reached over him, undid the belt and pulled his cousin up and to him. Chris clung to Jasper crying and gasping for breath. “Hey look Chris,” Jasper whispered apologetically. “I’m sorry man. I-I didn’t mean to scare you like that.”