John Colaneri walked up to his apartment on the top floor of the converted building he and his family
had renovated. His slightly older cousin Anthony lived on the floor below him. Anthony’s parents
lived one floor below him. John was tired and didn’t bother to stop in for whatever dish his aunt had
cooked up for her work weary men. Instead, he dragged himself up the three flights of stairs and
quickly began to strip as soon as he was safely inside his apartment.
With work boots and pants already stripped off, John ran a hand through his close cropped hair and
trudged over to the fridge to grab a beer. Leaving a trail of clothes behind him, he headed for his
bathroom to shower, placing the beer on the vanity while he adjusted the water temperature and
prepared to wash off the day’s filth.
The warm water felt good on his skin. He lathered up several times and rinsed, enjoying the feel of the
water washing away foam. After a few minutes more, John turned off the water and grabbed a fluffy
white towel. Patting himself dry, he grabbed his forgotten beer and headed back out to his living room
to decide what to do about dinner. He was startled by the presence of his cousin Anthony standing
there with a plate covered in foil in his hands.
“Mom sent dinner,” he announced, his eyes taking in the sight of his cousin’s body.
John smiled, grateful that he didn’t have to worry about dinner after all. With everyone home, he
wasn’t sure his cousin would be paying him a visit this evening, but it looked like Tony had found an
excuse to come see him. Not that they needed one. John and Anthony had been close since childhood,
despite the fact that Anthony had brothers and sisters. Through the years, their friendship had
blossomed into something more; something they’d kept secret from their friends and family over the
John noticed his cousin giving him the once over and didn’t bother to secure the towel he was holding
around him. He loved that Tony still looked at him the same way he did the first time they he’d
noticed his cousin was all grown up.
John cleared his throat. That action seemed to jolt Anthony out of his trance. Anthony rubbed his
scruffy beard and walked over to the kitchen island and placed the plate down.
“I’ll leave it here,” he said, stating the obvious.
“Thanks,” John replied, drying his dark hair with his towel.
“So, long day huh?”
“Yeah,” John agreed, hoping that the conversation portion of the evening would soon be over.
“How about a massage?”
The suggestion made John smile. Now his cousin was talking. After a day as hard as the one they’d
just had, he wanted nothing more than to feel strong hands kneading his neck and eventually other
places as well. Anthony Carrino did not disappoint. Pulling his younger cousin into his embrace, his
skillful hands began to rub and caress and John wrapped his arms around the slightly taller man’s
waist and returned the favor, letting his hands wander up and down the tee shirt clad back and then
eventually settling on the back pockets of his cousin’s jeans.
“One of us is over dressed,” John sighed.
Anthony laughed against John’s neck, kissing it at intervals as he did so. “So what’re you going to do
John needed no further invitation. He untangled himself from his cousin and gripped the bottom of his
tee shirt. He slowly and methodically relieved the slightly older man of his shirt, before working on
his jeans. He could tell Tony was toeing off his own work boots, equally anxious to be out of his own
clothes. Two trails of garments now lay scattered across John’s floor.
“Lock the door,” Anthony growled.
John reluctantly separated from his cousin long enough to comply. They’d had a near miss once when
Alfonso Carrino, Tony’s dad, nearly walked in on them to go over a project that had been fraught with
mishaps and delays. That time, Anthony scrambled to get dress, while John had fled to his bathroom to
feign an illness and scramble for clothing.
“Bed now! “John ordered, leading his older cousin by the hand.
Once inside John’s bedroom, the younger partner of Brunelleschi Construction, pulled the older one
down on top him and let nature take its course. Anthony explored familiar territory with the same
eagerness he had the first time the two of them had made love. Only this time it was with the
experience of a man who knew all the ways to please his lover and not with the fumbling curiosity of
the teenagers they had been the first time they had sex.
John cherished every lick, every nibble, and every touch his cousin offered up. He raised his hips to
meet and grind against his cousins ever growing erection and enjoyed each time their dicks collided
and slid against each other’s. Although he enjoyed the actual moment when Tony would enter and
thrust deeper and deeper inside of him, John lived for the foreplay that preceded each of their encounters. Hot passionate kisses, exploring touches, fingers all over and inside him, got John going.
Their partnership was on equal footing. Tonight he would let Anthony inside of him. Other times it
would be John doing the giving. There was no top or bottom or dom and sub with them. They fucked
each other according to the other’s needs. Both seemed to know instinctively who needed what and
how to please the other.
John felt Anthony’s mouth travelling lower and lower, stopping at his navel to take playful swipes
with his tongue before travelling to his intended target. The younger man gasped out his older cousins
name when the hot mouth engulfed his cock and paid careful attention to it, licking and swirling up,
down and around until John felt dizzy from desire.
Fingers teased at his entrance, preparing him for Anthony’s leaking cock. It seemed like an eternity
before Tony entered him but it was well worth the wait. John felt the fullness of his partner’s more
than ample member and found a rhythm to match each of his cousin’s thrusts. They kissed fiercely
before both came within seconds of the other. Spent and satisfied, John rolled over on his side and felt
his cousin spoon in back of him.
“I’ll get us cleaned up in a minute,” Anthony promised lazily.
John smiled and caressed the arm that was wrapped around him and holding him protectively.
“We should invite the cameras in for one of our sessions,” he joked, referring to their recent HGTV
“Um, I think that would be a show for a different network,” Tony murmured against his neck.
John scooted in closer hoping the few stolen moments they had together wouldn’t end too soon.