A visit from your cousin

A few minutes later the door inched open and your cousin Carl stuck his head in. The two of you had been pretty tight when you were little, but he and his family had moved to a different school district for middle school and you had barely seen each other since.

"You okay, Matt?" he asked.

"Yeah, just fucking fine," you say.

"That had to be a tough blow," Carl said as he stepped in and closed the door behind him. "I was a nervous wreck my entire sorting day and I got a B."

"This whole system suck."

"I know, Matt, a lot of things suck," Carl agrees. He stops right in front of you, drops his fly and pulls out his limp cock. "Like Deltas. Deltas suck a lot of cock, and you should probably hurry up before somebody else comes along."

You stare up at him, wide eyed. Your own cousin in your own house?

"I'm not gay, but I really need to get off," he said, starting to jerk on his cock, getting it hard for you. "Uncle Kevin, on the other hand, is in the closet and has a thing for young guys. If he comes to see you, I hope be brings some lube."