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Subject: My Cousin’s Son 1 This is a work of fiction – names and places are elements of fiction. Please donate to Nifty at fty/donate.html. Your donation will allow stories such as this to be published. Other stories: Nifty/Beginnings/Cards in the Deck – Adam and Ben Nifty/High School/Stepbrother’s Desire – Josh and Tyson My Cousin’s Son 1 This is a 3 part series describing the three high points of a relationship between a man and his cousin’s son. Chapter 1 – Finding Him Chapter 2 – Falling For Him Chapter 3 – Taking Him Chapter 1 – Finding HIm So, my name is Jefferson, more commonly known as Jeffers. I’m almost 35 years old. I’m trim and fit at 160 pounds, my hair is still a rich dark brown, neatly parted to the side and all my facilities work perfectly, and I mean all my facilities. I reside in a historic southern town in the house I grew up in. It’s a big old house, white with big columns. I live in it alone since my mother has passed and my father moved further south for the warmth. My parents did not come from wealthy families, quite the opposite, but they worked very hard and built their businesses and lived accomplished lives. I remember when they bought this place. I was about 12 years old and it was so rundown I thought we had gone poor! I’m not kidding when I tell you there was a bush growing up through the floor of the living room. I thought I would die. Slowly but surely things came together. By the time I was 13 my parents had a guy that worked here most days. I was unsure why I liked that guy so much but he made me feel tingly and he “roughed me up” sometimes, playing and wrestling. I was a sponge for the attention. He was a college boy earning extra money and wasn’t afraid of some heavy lifting. Then there was a second guy that came to help him. He was a young black guy and soon I was cumming two or three times a day thinking about them. I would imagine one taking a shower with me, letting me wash the grit from his muscular body and I would dream of the other sleeping in my bed, with his big strong arms wrapped around me. I would get hard and cum in very short and frequent periods of time. I sometimes wondered what happened to the two. Probably not what I would be dreaming of anymore. . Despite my social habits, I remain single as the nature of my work in investment banking doesn’t allow me a lot of free time. Given that I choose to remain here and not in the big city, I have to travel quite a bit for meetings and appointments. This is fine with me because it lets me live two lives, completing the circle. I had a long fling in college and while we were able to stay discrete through most it, his coming out was difficult for his family and we had to part ways. Since then, I try to keep the deepest emotions out of the equation. Growing up and trying to hide being gay, I won’t say I was estraged from the extended family but I wasn’t very close to them either. My friend accused me of using avoidance as a weapon. Being the first born child to the favorite daughter in the big family, I was always special. Despite my lifestyle as they know it to be now, there is always a ruckus when I show up at family events. I have one cousin, Kathleen, from my mother’s brother, whom I have remained close to as she went off and got herself educated and built a good family. I have always been close to her mother as well, my favorite aunt, so to speak. So she called me one day. “What’re you doing, Jeffers?” she asked. “Just working as usual. How about you?” I asked. “Well, Willard’s birthday is coming up. Sixteen!” she announced. “Everyone is coming and, well, we would like you to come too. It would mean so much to him.” I had to ponder it for a moment. Willard was her first born son and was autistic. He was high functioning and very determined but his successes came hard and he worked hard for those successes. I knew it would mean a lot to him and to her brothers if I visited Columbia, South Carolina for a weekend. I hadn’t seen much of the family in a long time. “Well, Kathleen, I think I can maneuver it. So, yes, I will accept your invitation.” “Oh wonderful! There’s plenty of room so you can stay with us!” she announced. “Well thank you but no. I will be very happy to stay in the Hilton. There may be others who could use that room so let’s save it for them,” I offered. I love a nice hotel stay and I hate sleeping in people’s terrible guest beds where the used master bedroom mattress is normally retired. I find something very comforting about a nice hotel. “Are you sure? Well that’s fine. See you then!” My friend Marco, a very handsome latino, tried to make a date-night of the night before my trip but I had to inform him that I had to pack and get some rest. He said he didn’t think he could go the whole weekend which flattered me despite his beautiful personality trait that included “nothing gets me down.” “Come on, Jeffers, let’s get together for just a little while before you go, mi amigo?” “Well, ok then. Come at 7 pm. I could use some manly lovin’ before a three day adventure with the family!” He laughed, knowing that three days with his family meant multiple levels of drama. We enjoyed that hour. He enjoyed sucking my hard cock and I enjoyed sucking his. I enjoyed taking his beautiful ass. I enjoyed his massive cum that was left in the wake of our fuck! He enjoyed the load that I spilled in his ass. It would be enough to tie me over for a few days. It was April and the weather was cool and clear. I warmed up my older model S-Class Mercedes and hit the road. I made my way south to Columbia, where my cousin Kathleen lives with her husband, her son Willard, and her daughter Katy. Her mother, my aunt, also resides with them. Kathleen has a brother named Daryl but he was something of a no-good-for-nothing kind of guy, in and out of jail, drugs, drinking, you name it. I wouldn’t expect to see him there. She had two other brothers who were successful in their own right and I was sure they would be there. They were a bit older than me and in our youth, they bullied me quite a bit as I was the smaller kid and they the big brutes. Now, we all held each other in high regard as we didn’t carry any grudges from those days. We all appreciated the paths we had taken and now treated each other as adults, except for the occasional razzing and what not. Being country boys, they were mouthy and found their own jokes to be the funniest in the world. To them, little things meant a lot while I had a tendency to focus on the “big picture.” I would do my best to show my respect to the family because that’s how my mother would have wanted it. I checked into my hotel and sorted my clothing. Of course I had my attire planned out to ensure I had the right look, not overdone, and not understated. I changed out of my sweater and put on a button down since the Friday night dinner was at a lake club. Having freshened up my hair, I headed out. I pulled into their driveway. I noticed the tidy yard and plants beginning to bloom. She was taking care of things nicely. I rang the doorbell and entered the house not waiting for an answer and was met with a loud, “Lawd have mercy! It’s Jefferson! Get in the house!” and my aunt and my cousin were quick to greet me with hugs. Moments later, Willard ran by me giving me a quick “Hey cousin Jeffers!” and behind him, well, just on his tails was a young guy I did not know. He was an inch taller than me, had striking blond hair that dropped down on each side of his head and face, blazing eyes, beautiful pink lips and he froze for just a moment and gave me a hard glance, then proceeded up the stairs behind Willard. While his features seemed soft and beautiful, I noted a hard look on his face. I was frozen in my place. I couldn’t believe what I just saw. He was the finest looking young guy I had ever seen! “Who was that?” I demanded. “Your cousin’s son!” said Kathleen. “Which cousin?” I asked. “Daryl,” she said, giving me a “are you stupid” look as if I should have known. “Daryl doesn’t have a son!” I said. “Yes he does.” “Since when?” “Since sixteen years ago. Duh!” Kathleen snapped. I felt a bit foolish because I was outed. They all knew at this point that I had not even kept up with the family enough to know about their children. “Daryl has a son. Well what do you know? What’s his name?” I asked. “Andrew. He’s pure country, takes after our side of the family, and a rascal I can assure you,” said my aunt. “Something of a heartbreaker, I should say,” giving my cousin and her mother a sly grin. “You can count on that,” said Kathleen. “The girls love him but he’s trouble. He can make a mess where he is at the moment! Watch out for him,” she said, taking my arm and leading me into the kitchen where my other cousins were gathered, including Daryl, with his long hair down to his shoulders and half fitting clothes. “What a damn mess,” I thought. “Oh look everyone,” said one of the brothers, “its cousin Jeffers!” and they all chuckled. “Looking skinny as ever!” said another and they all laughed again. Katy, the daughter and who was as pretty as they get, meandered in with two girls who were also very pretty. She gave me a warm hug and introduced me to her friends. They were her “entourage” for the weekend. I slipped away and headed up the stairs. I was dying of curiosity and had to get to know this “second cousin” of mine better. I knocked on Willard’s door and he yelled “come in!” He was sitting on the bed while Andrew was sitting on a chair at the desk. They were watching a race on the television. “Happy birthday, Willard,” I said, handing him his birthday card, loaded with money. “It’s not `til Sunday,” he said. “But I’m here today and if you want to give that card back to me,” I said, reaching out for it. “Oh no! That’s ok I’ll keep it!” he barked with a laugh. “I know there’s money in it!” he announced with pride. For Willard, it was less about how much money was in the card as it was him knowing the secret, knowing what was in there without being told. “Where’s mine?” asked Andrew. “Is it your birthday?” I responded. “Not yet but if you’re giving out cards stashed with cash, just in case you miss it!” and he grinned at his clever remark. Willard laughed again. “Well let’s be sure I don’t miss it,” I said coolly. “I’m Jefferson, your daddy’s cousin, but you can call me Jeffers,” I said, reaching out to shake his hand. “Weird name,” he said. “Why don’t they just call you Jeff?” he asked. “Mother said it was too “common,” and he looked at me in disbelief. “We got us a wild one,” he said to Willard, looking up at me again. Willard nodded, not sure if he got the joke. “You got that right,” I said. “And why don’t they call you Drew or Andy?” I asked. “Too common,” he retorted. “Touche,” I said. “Huh?” he asked. Oh God, I loved him already. There was personality and a willingness under his beautiful looks. I didn’t find him disrespectful in the least. He liked the banter and enjoyed the challenge. One has to appreciate a “well rounded” young guy. Andrew and I chatted throughout the afternoon, blending in istanbul travesti conversations with the family. I learned he lived on a small farm and worked most it. He hunted and fished every chance he could. He admitted that his dad had gotten on him this past winter because he was slow to bring in a deer. His dad told him that if they starved to death that winter it would be because of him. I was angered that someone would do that to him, put that kind of needless pressure on a boy. I threw an evil glance toward Daryl, who was enjoying himself and the cooler of beer immensely. He told me about the girls he liked and the one he just broke up with that made me feel jealous which also made me feel stupid. I had to remember I wasn’t in some pick-up bar meeting a guy my age. This was a bonafide teenager and one who didn’t need to get wound up about me and my sexuality. I had asked Kathleen if that would be something hard for him to grasp and she told me not to worry, he already knew. Daryl had made sure of that. The fact that he was still going on with me like we were old friends comforted me. He didn’t have to love gay guys. I just wanted him to be comfortable with me. That evening, we were going out to the lake club for dinner. It was more suited to a “large crowd” dinner and since we were cooking out Saturday afternoon, no one wanted to cook tonight. I offered to drive my car and everyone looked at me like I was crazy. These were “Ford truck built” guys and no one was impressed with a sleek European sedan. Kathleed opened the back door to her large SUV and said “get in!” I laughed. I climbed into the back third row of seats and I watched Andrew as he fiddled around in the driveway. I felt like a school boy hoping the popular guy would sit with me. So childish. Sure enough, he folded up the seat and looked in the back at me. “Scoot over, Cuzo!” Andrew barked and I nearly shrieked at the fact he had nicknamed me. It was so adorable. I moved to the side and he flopped into the seat, kicking my leg. “Dang!” I said. “Move it or lose it!” he snapped and we cracked up. I had no idea how we looked to the rest of the group but I knew that I felt young and fresh and popular. The cool guy had chosen me. When I was his age, a boy like Andrew wouldn’t have paid any attention to me. I was preppy and snobby. I’m not sure I would have paid any attention to a guy like him, back then. Today however, if I were his age… As we talked, he started telling me about the vintage pickup he would one day like to have. !957 Ford with a V8 engine. I googled the trucks on my phone to learn what he was interested in. I looked up some car auctions I knew well and showed him how much some of the restored versions were selling for. They weren’t going to be cheap as any fully restored vintage truck was going to be worth its weight in gold. “You’re gonna have to save up for something like that,” I said. “Hell no,” he snarled. “I’m going to get me one on its last wheel and fix it up myself!” he said, giving me that “you should have known” look. My S-Class was from 2001 and I told him I had a vintage car too. He laughed. . “You think that Benz is vintage? I don’ think so!” he said, throwing his head back in laughter. I loved how his blond hair fell back onto his shoulders. The fact he parted it in the middle made me wonder if he didn’t have some “old soul” in him as it would have been a vintage style but I didn’t tell him that. When we exited the vehicle, Kathleen shot me a look. “How do you do that?” she asked. “What?” “Take something you know nothing about and make it the most fascinating conversation. You don’t know shit about vintage trucks!” she laughed. “It has to be all about him for me to be credible. He doesn’t care about investment bankers,” I said, observing him chasing Willard through the parking lot. “Look at him. He’s having the time of his life being with family and well, he thinks I’m a stud. He knows he got my attention,” I said. “And he’ll be all the better for it!” I said, with my usual confident sarcasm. Kathleen smirked. “What are two going on about?” asked Aunt Millie, coming in late to the conversation. “You’re just like Aunt Claire,” she said, remembering how my mother always loved the kids in the family, especially the ones who struggled. When a baby came, my mother was the first to the baby shower and usually had the most expensive gift in tow. She wasn’t happy until that baby was resting comfortably on her shoulder while she hummed and sang to him or her. Waves of nostalgia swept over me. Was I like my mom? Would my mom approve of me showering this boy with affection, given he didn’t seem to get much of it at home? Had to be careful here because all my wires were getting crossed. There is a big difference between a guy showing favor to his young cousin compared to the dirty old man scoping out some young piece of tail. I couldn’t deny my attraction but I could channel it into something that would be good for Andrew. And channeling worked and he ate up every bit of attention I gave him. We were standing around on the back porch at the lake club overlooking the lake. A couple of girls walked by in light, skimpy skirts. He flashed those glassy eyes at them and nodded and they giggled as they walked past. I stood quietly and watched his little mating game. I thought one of them was going to come back but her friend pulled her along. “Shit,” he uttered in his country grawl. “Can’t do nothing with city girls,” he said. “Quite the little hook up strategy you got there, Andrew,” I said. “Does it usually work?” “Most the time. I can’t get Katy’s friends to pay me no attention,” he said. “They must be snobs too,” he uttered in frustration. “Um, well maybe not,” I said. “Why do you think that?” he asked. “Well, there is a larger strategy at play here,” and he looked at me with curiosity. “This is Willard’s birthday and everyone has come for that reason. Katy’s mom wanted to be sure that she had some friends around so that she doesn’t get frustrated or bored given that everything is in Willard’s honor. See?” “Oh so…” “Right. Those girls are towing the line for Katy and have actually been told to leave you alone. Apparently you have a reputation!” I snapped, causing him to laugh. “Yeah right. Some reputation. What do they think? I’m going to snatch up all the pretty girls?” “I guess so,” I said. “They might actually be dripping wet for you,” and he shot his glance toward me and grinned, with a little bobbing on his feet. “I certainly was,” I thought and we cracked up laughing. “But you have to leave them be. They are here for Katy. If you commandeer one of them away, it couldn’t cause all sorts of trouble!” “Common…what?” “Shut up and look it up,” and he snickered. “Katy is a good girl but she gets wound up,” I said. “I know. She always has!” “You do really well with Willard. It’s different trying to get along with him.” “Yeah but he’s alright. Just keep things on his playing field and you do ok. Try to add in what you like and he gets frustrated.” “I appreciate your wisdom in that area,” I said. “Kind of like how you did me in the car,” he said, quietly. “Sorry?” I asked, unsure of what he was saying. “The way you kept things on my playing field, you know, getting to know me, feeling me out, talking about old trucks and whatever,” he said, giving me a dry look. “You’re trying real hard and, um, I like it.” “You picked up on that did you?” I asked. “Yeah. I pick up on a lot of things. But it’s cool. You’re cool,” he said, maintaining his quiet voice. “No one really pays attention to me unless I’m getting into trouble. And too, they’re all happy you’re babysittin’ me because then they don’t have to,” he said. “I’m not your fucking babysitter!” I said. “I just think you’re magnificent. Smart, funny, and self directed. You just need to be challenged,” and all of that took us to another level. “Nobody has ever told me shit like that. You don’t mean it. I don’t know why you think…” “I’m observant and I’m intuitive as I think you are. It’s a family trait. My mother could tell me one day, “you don’t want to do that, son,” and I would argue with her til she was blue in the face. A few days later, she proved to be exactly right. Happened every time. I’m like that now.” “Yep, I do the same thing,” he said. “I tell my friends “don’t do that. You’ll regret it!” and they get mad at me because I’m right. I know when I can get away with something and when I can’t. “Magnificent? What the fuck does that actually mean?. I think you’re batshit crazy on that one, but I appreciate it,” he said with a laugh. “I’m not floating your boat, Andrew. You’ve impressed me several times today. You know how to figure things out, and yeah, I’m crazy about you. Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise. You sport the “country” thing well with your farming and hunting and fishing and old pick-ups, but those are just the sandboxes you play in. That’s not all you are.” He was quiet and studied the lake. I knew he wanted to be out there on the water. I let what I had said sink in a bit. It was only moments til we got called in for dinner but I did that thing that you can just get away with in the most intimate of moments. I poked his cheek lightly with my finger and ran it down to the edge of his face. He didn’t pull away. I could tell emotions were sweeping over him which I felt ok about. I wanted him to feel them. We stayed up fairly late, hanging out in the front yard, sitting in the grass, talking more. “They all think my dad’s trouble. He is sometimes,” he said, picking at the grass. “But he brought me down here so I could see my family. He had to take unpaid time off from his job to do that. I don’t think they know that he really tries,” Andrew said. I felt for him and the ties of family and the acceptance that’s attached to that loyalty. It’s much easier for someone like me to stack up his wrong doings and pass judgment. For Andrew, he was towing the line between trying to be his own man while taking care of his own, so to speak. There had been little mention of his mom until he said, with her, the more out of the way you are, the better you get along. I had to leave to go to my hotel room as everyone was turning in. It was the hardest thing I’ve done in a long time to drive away from that house, leaving Andrew, my newly found second cousin. He watched me leave which tore my heart out. Only if I could’ve thought of a way to take him back with me but that would have meant trouble back at the house and for me in the hotel. It was best not to tempt the fates. He knew he had me and I knew whatever the future had in store, I would be there for him. That night was hard for me. I thought about Andrew both in my “awake” sleep and in my deep sleep as well. In my “awake” sleep, I pictured him as a sexy guy, what he would be like getting it on. In my deep sleep I dreamed of driving old trucks in the dirt in the country and he was hauling in a big fish just when I woke up. It was after 8 am and I had to get up and get moving. Selecting kadıköy travesti a clean polo and a pair of fitted jeans, I headed out. I got to the house in time for breakfast. My aunt made a big bowl of scrambled eggs and cooked bacon. She had biscuits – oh those biscuits. Andrew came down with Willard and they were cackling about something they watched on TV the night before. They wore long basketball shorts and I truly admired how attentive Andrew was to Willard, as well as how those silky shorts clung to his bubble butt. I knew that in real life, attending the same school, the two would travel in very different circles. Andrew admitted how much he liked seeing his family the night before and it was admirable that he was showing his strengths, not playing up the alternatives. “Cuzo,” said Willard, trying to do an imitation of Andrew. “See,” said Kathleen. “He’s picking up Andrew’s bad habits as we speak,” she said in my ear. “Bad habits? I love the nickname thank you very much. I consider it a badge of honor!” I told her. “You would,” she said, with an accepting smile. The commotion was more than I was used to at breakfast. Not being a morning person and having tossed and turned all night, I kept quiet to not show my aggravation. As the morning settled in, Kathleen had me go to run errands. Of course, I was hoping Andrew was along for the ride but then Katy jumped up and demanded I take her and her friends with me. They wanted to get out of the house and there was a store they wanted to go near where I was picking up supplies for the cookout. “I’m gonna kick your butt at Mortal Death Race!” said Willard, dragging Andrew back up to his room. Andrew gave me a knowing smile and I headed out with the girls. Much of what I expected was true. One of the girls, Gabriel, said “I think Andrew is soooo adorable,” I just want to run my fingers through his gorgeous hair. I cracked a smile at how pleased he would be to hear this, if, indeed, I told him. “Shut it down!” barked Katy. “He’s my cousin!” “So?” the girl replied. “You can’t go messing with my cousin! Remember what my mom said?” and she figured she had won the competition with that argument. They dragged me through some girl store and showed me the outfits they liked the most. Katy tried on a pair of shoes. I showed some grace by not rushing them. It was nice to be included by the female cousin too. She was a really smart girl, aiming for the University of Alabama where her dad graduated. When we returned home, we were ordered out of the kitchen and out of the way, typical of a southern kitchen. Willard was running some simulator on his computer which gave Andrew much the same message – later! “Hey cuzo,” he said, “want to go out and throw the football with me?” he asked, lobbing a football up into the air and catching it as it spun. I had to think for a minute how to get out of this one. “Well, the truth is, Andrew, I’m not particularly good at throwing a football and with your neanderthal uncles hanging around, I’m not really interested in subjecting myself to their torments. Do you get my drift?” I asked. He laughed and giggled. “Aw come on! They won’t bother us. They’re out back talking shit and drinking beer. I wish they’d let me have one. They know I drink on weekends, ” he said with a laugh. “I think you mentioned last night that you need to run your sprints and get them timed. We have a long flat street out there. Would you rather do that?” I asked, breathing a sigh of relief that I had come up with a diversion. Throwing that football was the last thing I would do! “Oh hell that’s a great idea! Completely forgot!” he said, running upstairs to put on his trainers. We met out front and he did some light stretches. “Have to stay limber for baseball. Sliding into homebase can mess you up if you’re stiff!” he said, choosing the necessary length for the sprints and marking off the start and finish lines. “Remember, you only get three timed sprints. After that you get slower,” I said, acting like I knew what I was talking about. However, that was true. “Yep, let’s go!” “On you mark!” By the time he had finished his sprints and recorded the times in his phone, we ended up in the grass, this time in the shade. The sun was beaming that afternoon. “You don’t have to worry,” he said. “I don’t? Well good,” I said, not having any idea what he was referring to. “Dad told me about you before we got here. I know you like, well, you’re, so I know…” and he stammered for a bit. Of course I knew where he was going but I let him dig it up. “I know you’re gay, that you like guys,” he said, satisfied that he gotten it out. “Doesn’t bother you?” “Hell no! Well, it might if you were prancing around in high heels and wore silky things around your neck,” and he cracked up. “And what if I did?” I asked, challenging his making fun of effeminate guys. “Well, we might not be hanging around out here in the yard. Well, not because I think they’re stupid. I just wouldn’t know what to talk about. I aint afraid if they flirt with me because everyone does. There isn’t anything in common is what I think. Yea, that’s it,” he added. “It’s ok. I suspect your experience with gay and alternative lifestyles is limited. I’m glad you have no objection to me. I used to be so afraid. Afraid my parents would get mad or kick me out, afraid my friends would disown me and worst of all, people would make fun of me in public places. I didn’t have thick enough skin for that,” I said, honestly. “I would be right upset to hear anyone did that to you. In fact, if I had been there, I would’ve set `em straight!” and he laughed at the play on words. “You’re super cool and funny too! This whole weekend has been awesome because of you!” and I felt so affirmed. I’m not sure anyone knows how hard it is to garner the respect of a teenager, no matter their personality. “Andrew, this weekend is going to come to an end this evening because I’m going to leave for home first thing in the morning,” I said. “I hate that. Why don’t you stay til tomorrow for lunch?” he asked. “I considered it but afternoon driving is hard on me and I don’t want to get tired. Besides, I have some work to do when I get home tomorrow.” “Rich guys like you don’t have to work on Sunday!” he said. “Well, I’m not exactly rich but yes, sometimes the best work we can do is on Sunday because it puts you ahead of your schedule on Monday.” “Oh, that makes sense. Do you have that much work to do?” “Yeah, it’s a lot. How about you? A lot of school work?” “Oh yeah! Let me show you,” and he took off for his dad’s truck. He returned with a big history book and a spiral notebook with lots of notes. “This report on John Adams is about to wear me out. Take a look,” and he handed me the notebook. “What’s this about Thomas Jefferson?” I asked. “You think he contributed to the American presidency, that he moved the Office ahead? Is that what I’m reading?” I asked. The problem with what I was reading is that it was all out of order. He bounced his thoughts around like a squash ball. “Well yeah, as the third president, wasn’t he in a better position to make policy having seen where Washington and Adams had left off? I mean he had a little edge,” Andrew said in a pleased tone. “Well, I think that Jefferson was a snake in the grass. It was John Adams who had the most sincere intent and I think he was run out of office by Jefferson!” I said, in a combative tone. “That is not true! Jefferson was an important statesman!” Andrew declared. I drew back my shoulders in surprise. One wouldn’t believe this country boy wouldn’t have a clue about history or presidents. But, he had retained what he’d written and believed it as well. “That doesn’t make one perfect for the presidency. He ran because he was jealous of Adams and he won because he lived closer to the Capital!” I said. He gasped. “Our state produced four American presidents!” I reminded him, “Because they lived close by!” and he chuckled. “This does not go along with my research at all!” he said, sounding flabbergasted. I laughed so hard. “First of all, smart ass, I commend you for putting some skin in the game. Seems like you have retained a lot of your reading. I’m impressed, much like I’ve been this weekend!” “There you go again with that shit,” he said, flipping the notebook to the next page and rolling his eyes up into his head. . “I didn’t tell you I was completely impressed. You got some dumb shit going on here too!” “What the fuck did you say?” he asked, indignant. “Some real dumb shit! Your thoughts are all out of order. I had to scramble them back into order just to comprehend what you were saying.” “I take a beating on my writing. They always say I didn’t prove the point or I didn’t finish the thought,” he said, in a quieter tone. “You have good thoughts. You’re just not putting them in sequential order. I was an English Major, did you know that?” “What’s that?” “I focused my study on the English language, how to speak it, how to write it, and how to read it for comprehension.” “Holy fuck, that’s what you went to college for? You read all the time and wrote about what you read! How boring is that? How does that help you in banking?” “It made me smart, perhaps smarter than some of my peers. They may know how to think of a strategy but I know how to communicate one which has put me in powerful positions many times.” “Ah, so it gave you some swing,” he said, figuring what I was referring to. “That’s right. I can help you with this if you’re interested in getting it organized before you go home.” “Are you kidding me? You would help me with this fucking homework?” He looked at me like I was an alien. “Of course. Andrew, you’re gonna find in time, I’m here for anything you need. You won’t have to wait to meet down here again. I want to be your “go to” guy. Do you know what that is?” “Yeah, and you already are. Let’s work on this inside,” and he got his things together and we went into the living room and began working. Don’t think I didn’t see family members peek in to see what we were doing. I heard the little conversations taking place. “Jeffers is helping him study. Jeffers has him working on school work. He only listens to Jeffers, have you noticed. Yeah I noticed.” I looked up at one point and saw his dad standing there. “What’s up Daryl?” I asked. “Hey Dad,” said Andrew, papers scattered on the sofa in our laps. He was arranging what he had written as we discussed the logical order of his thoughts and sentences. “I ain’t ever seen anyone sit down with him like that. I seem to remember your mother,” Daryl said, looking down at the floor. “When she had you stay with us those months?” I asked. “You stayed with Jeffers’ family, Dad?” asked Andrew. “Once for a couple of months, when I was your age. My mom needed a break his mom was gonna straighten me out and she tried real hard too,” Daryl said. “Do you remember?” Andrew said to me. “I was young then. Daryl was a bit older than me. He worked for my mother’s business. She owned the local grocery store before she sold it out.” bakırköy travesti “Oh wow!” barked Andrew. “Y’all have history!” he said, holding up his notebook. “Don’t “wow” it too much boy. I just let her down like I did everyone else,” and he eased out of the doorway and walked outside. I figured he was going to have a smoke. Andrew looked at me and I nodded in agreement. He let out a breath and looked back at his notes. “I’m not going to let you down,” Andrew said to me. “You won’t have the chance. It’s I who cannot afford to let you down,” and he looked at me curiously. There was no way I could confess how crossed all my wires were. While he was an incredible guy, just as he was, just as the boy from the country, who lived on the farm. I could never stop thinking what else he could be. I’m glad the fates did not give me the chance to risk it. Willard bounded in and asked Andrew to help him with something. Some neighbors and friends were showing up for the Saturday afternoon cookout and they needed their food and desserts brought in. Katy and her friends were sequestered upstairs in Katy’s room listening to music. I first headed up the steps and knocked on Katy’s door. No one answered because the music was too loud. I banged on the door and flung it open where I was met with screams and what not. It terrified me for a moment but they weren’t doing anything. “Hey, what are you gals doing?” I asked. “Cousin Jeffers, you scared us,” moaned Katy. The other girls laughed and nodded in agreement. I took a glance at her room. Girly things, perfume, pom-poms, Alabama stickers were all neatly arranged. The pink comforter was pulled back indicating an unmade bed. I crinkled my nose at that. I inquired if there was a chance they could let Andrew in. Two of the girls grinned and blushed. Katy wasn’t having any part of it. They tried to persuade her. Katy would not budge. He was her cousin and didn’t want him messing with her gig. I tried one more attempt at which she called for her mother, attempting to get me into trouble. Girls! Well, that was my one attempt and the only one I would make to get him to a room with girls. That being done and having failed, I knew my calling was complete. He was mine for the rest of the day. I went out to sit with the grown ups and watch the pig roast. They wanted to know how I was fairing in the world of finance. I shot off some facts and figures about my portfolio, financing, and hedging interest rates. I could see they were getting glossy eyed so I had accomplished my goal. I was handed a cold beer which advised me to cut the shop talk. We piled up around tables, gave our birthday wishes to Willard who beamed from his moment in the spotlight. The conversations bounded from reminiscences to modern day happenings and who had taken what trips which was really just boring banter to me. I wanted to have a heated discussion on politics but no one was having that and as we ate our weight in pork barbecue and macaroni and cheese, we all settled into comfortable places. Some fell into sofas and chairs in the family room. Some sat out in stadium chairs in the backyard. Andrew swung back around my way. “Thanks for helping me earlier,” he said. “Nobody would think that stuff was interesting but you!” “Jeffers was always a smarty,” said one of the uncles. “A smarty-ass, you mean,” said the other. “Hey!” piped of Daryl. “You assholes leave him alone. He’s been real nice to my boy and I for one, appreciate it!” he slurred, stumbling sideways one or two steps. They understood the situation and didn’t say anything. I thought it a good time to seize the moment and quieten everyone down. “I have to impart my wisdom and brilliance on someone, don’t !? Because it’s certainly too late for any of you!” and that brought the house down. Those guys laughed and cheered. Andrew gave me a sly smile. Just then a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into the house. “Some of our friends have to leave and they’re blocked in. Can you take these keys and move those two cars?” she said, pointing to sedans parked on the curb, blocking the drive. “Surely!” I said. Having done so, I walked back up the drive where my cousin Kathleen was waiting for me. “We haven’t had a chance to talk,” she said. “It’s ok, Kathleen, you’ve been busy. It’s all been wonderful. Everyone has had a marvelous time,” I said. “Thank you and I am so glad you are here, that you came,” and she smiled at me. “Momma is thrilled you came… and its not hard to see that Andrew is too.” “He’s a good boy. I have enjoyed spending time with him.” “You’re spoiling him.” “How so?” “Doting on him so much. Don’t let him take advantage of you,” she said. “Why would he do that?” I asked. “Because he’s his father’s son. Just watch out and don’t offer more than you can afford. He will keep you on the hook for it,” she said. “We’ve all been through it with him,” she continued. “Oh come on, Kathleen. He’s been nothing but respectful to me but I hear you and I’ll be gone tomorrow. But don’t think for a minute that I haven’t loved every minute with him. He might have a past and he may have needs but you can’t judge him on the same terms as you would your own. He didn’t grow up like them. The tiniest bit of happiness is a lot for him, I can tell.” “That’s true and it’s a fair call out. I just don’t want you to get your feelings hurt, but Jefferson, you remind me so much of your mother. I miss her sometimes,” she said, eyes beginning to water. “You and me both, sister. You and me both!” It was starting to get dark and the air was cooling. Andrew asked me if I wanted to walk. “Sure, are you going to put a leash on me?” I asked, joking with him. “Not if you don’t pee in people’s yards!” he joked back. We headed down the street jibbering about nothing and I decided to push him towards the sex talk. “Let me ask you about the birds and the bees,” I said, sounding like a much older man than I was. “That ship has sailed, cuzo,” he said. “I’m sure it has and how was it?” “A lot of work for a good cum,” he said, taking me by surprise. “How so?” “They just don’t want it like I do. You try when they’re not ready and they run off. You miss the chance to try and they think you’re best as friends. The bitches are crazy out where I live,” he sighed. I started to laugh. “Sorry, Cuzo, that was a mean thing to say.” “That’s the way it is, I’m afraid. I can get some dick in about fifteen minutes,” I offered. “I don’t have to play that ritual anymore!” and he laughed then he gulped. “Uh, that was, um, that was a surprise comment.” “Sorry did I…” “But don’t worry, I don’t mind. I like it when you let your hair down. I know you’re a guy and you have needs. It’s just hard for me to picture you sucking a guy’s dick,” he said, matter of factly. “I don’t mind sucking some dick but typically it’s me who’s getting slurped,” I said as we continued to walk. He laughed. “Hell yeah! That’s how it should be. You tell `em cuzo, “On your knees, bitch!” and he laughed so loud. “Well, that’s not my style but it might be worth a try,” which caused us to laugh some more. “I cum a lot,” he said, flatly again. “What! Talk about surprising comments!” “Oh sorry. I mean, well, I get horny a lot and sometimes it’s like twice a day. Has been more on some days!” I remained quiet. “Once I was driving the tractor and my dick was flopping around. I got so horny, I stopped the tractor and shot a load right off the side! It was CRA-zy, cuzo. I’m glad nobody saw me.” “We’re all like that at your age and we’ve all shot off in some crazy places. I shot off the side of my parents’ boat once! I was so horned up cuz of the cute guys in their bathing suits at the marina. Damn that was a good one!” and I chuckled. His eyes beamed. “Fuck that’s hot! I’m glad to hear that because I thought I was fucked up in the head or something. Don’t think my asshole friends will admit to it. I tried to get them to tell one night when we were drinking beer around the fire. Those pussies wouldn’t admit to anything.” “In a few short years, they’ll be glad to tell those stories but at their age, they’re afraid of getting laughed at.” “I guess so.” “The point I wanted to make, before you dragged me into the gutter,” and he stomped his foot and laughed, “is that I don’t want you bringing any babies home. Have your fun but be careful. You need to know she’s using birth control or you need to slap on a condom. Next thing you know…” “You can stop right there,” he interrupted. “I’m not about to become a daddy with a baby-momma jerking me off. That’s redneck and you can fuck that!” he barked. “Good,” I said. “I have plans, Cuzo. I want to get out of that town and do something. I don’t know what but something.” I looked at him, gazed at him. “Stick to that plan. We’ll make it happen,” I said. “You’ve told me a bunch of times how great you think I am. It’s you who’s great,” he said, rubbing his shoulder against mine. “I feel like I’m better than I really am when I talk to you.” “Wrong way of looking at it but I appreciate your sentiments,” I said, giving him a helpless smile. I made my way around the house saying all the goodbyes. My aunt grabbed my shoulders and hugged me. All the guys hugged me really. Willard bounded in and thanked me for the money. I said goodnight to the girls upstairs who were making their way down to get sweets and see what was going on. I said goodbye to Kathleen and walked past Andrew and out the door. He did as I assumed he would and followed me. We were about to reach the end of the drive when Kathleen came running out of the garage. “Hey, what are y’all doing?” I looked up at her in dismay. “Get lost!” I thought to myself. Her mother came out after her. “Kathleen, leave them alone. They want to say goodbye and don’t need your ass watching!” and I thought that was kind of funny. Maybe my aunt knew something, or at least suspected. Maybe she just admired the bond that had formed between two guys. We walked to my car and Andrew shook his head. “My aunt is crazy sometimes. She thinks I’m a jerk,” he said. “She’s entitled to her opinion,” I said. “You haven’t been a jerk to me this weekend. I have loved every minute with you, Andrew. I’m so glad we met.” “I used to be a pain in the ass, bitching all the time. I got tired of doing it and it didn’t get me anything. They don’t see how I’ve tried to change. And I don’t know how to say these things, Cuzo. You’re the coolest guy I’ve ever met. I hope we’ll still be friends after this weekend. I really want to be friends if you don’t think I’m some needy fuck,” he said, and I saw his right eye water. “Needy my ass! I’m not feeling sorry for your bubble butt!” which made him laugh. “I earned this ass, dude,” he said, turning and pointing. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him and was met with a tight gripped hug. “You got me now,” I whispered into his ear and he gave me another tight squeeze, one that I thought might deter my breathing. When he pulled away, he gasped and sputted and his cheeks were deep red. The wind blew his blond hair slightly to the side. He gave me a meek wave and turned and walked back toward the house. My heart was left somewhere half-way between him and me. If driving away the night before was hard, well, driving away that night was an industrial undertaking.

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