Rapt in conversation with Brandon, Jeremy again failed to recognize a rainbow flag, this one flying over the entrance to the Clover Grill. The diner was small, intimate, and packed with Southern Decadence revelers—some who had just gotten up and some who had never gone to bed—or, at least, never slept. Though it had been dark in the bar the night before, Jeremy thought he recognized a couple of the men from that bar in the diner. One cast a devilish grin in his direction. Jeremy also noticed that Brandon attracted quite a bit of attention as well.

“Are you sure you’re Ford’s cousin?” Jeremy asked Brandon. “You don’t look much like him.” Jeremy was right. Brandon’s curly yellow hair, fair skin, dimpled cheeks, and emerald eyes contrasted sharply with Ford’s dark appearance. About the only thing they had in common was their athletic builds. Like Jeremy, they were both certifiable hunks.

“We’re not actually blood relatives,” explained Brandon. Uncle Pete, Ford’s dad, is my mom’s brother, and my folks adopted me when I was a baby.”

“Oh? Do you know anything about your birth parents?”

“Not really. Apparently, my mom died while giving birth to me, and my dad just took off.”

“I’m really sorry, Brandon.”

“No, it’s OK. I consider myself to be very lucky actually. I’ve got the best mom and dad in the whole wide world. We’re not rich like the Leveques, but we manage, and I wouldn’t trade places with anybody.”

Jeremy was again impressed.

“I hear you lost your folks.”

“Yeah, they were killed in a car accident when I was in college.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Well, ya know, they were good to me. I miss them, of course. I guess I always will, but now I’ve got Amy...and a whole new family...including you.”

Brandon beamed.

“You’re probably tired from your trip yesterday,” said Brandon as they finished up their meal. “I should take you back to Ford’s apartment and let you get some rest.”

“Well, I am a little tired, but I’d like to hear more about you and the family I’m marrying into. Why don’t you stay awhile?”

Their conversation continued over another cup of coffee on Ford’s balcony, overlooking the party still going on in the streets below. The decadent behavior flamed with as much abandon in broad daylight as it had the night before. Jeremy noticed that Brandon seemed quite interested and not at all disturbed by the debauchery.

He learned that Brandon was 18, had just graduated from high school that spring, and would be starting at Texas A&M in a few days. He planned to major in animal science and then go on to veterinary school. “Wow. You must be pretty smart. It’s harder to get into vet school these days than med school.”

“Yeah, I know, but I’ve wanted to be a vet for as long as I can remember. I just love animals, so I’m goin’ for it.”

Jeremy suggested that they continue their conversation in the living room, and as they proceeded to do so, Brandon “accidentally” brushed up against the hot cowboy. Then, when they sat down on the sofa, Brandon sat unusually close to Jeremy.

The more Brandon talked, the more Jeremy fell under his spell. He was indeed smart, motivated, industrious, and flat-out fuckin’ adorable. The Cupid’s bow over his full lips accentuated his brilliant smile, which lit up the room. Though Brandon looked nothing like the stud Jeremy had spent the night with, Jeremy felt strangely attracted to another man for the second time in less than 24 hours. He actually wondered how Brandon’s kiss would taste and how his dick would feel in his mouth. The stirrings in his groin assured him that he would not be disappointed.

What the fuck am I thinking? I’m getting married in three days. Already he had gotten a blow job from a total stranger in a gay bar and slept with his fiancée’s brother, and now he was ogling Amy and Ford’s 18-year-old cousin. His 18-year-old future cousin. His very cute 18-year-old future cousin. His fuckin’ hot 18-year-old future cousin. He had to resist the temptation, but it didn’t matter. Before he could turn away, Brandon was on top of him. His deep, wet kiss was, indeed, as sweet and passionate as Jeremy had imagined it would be. Yes, he wanted it; he wanted it badly; but he was too stunned and confused to react. Brandon took his unresponsiveness as rejection.

“I’m sorry, Jeremy. I don’t know what came over me. I had no right to—”

“Shut up, you fuckin’ sonofabitch.” Jeremy grabbed Brandon, pulled him tight, and drilled his tongue into the teenager’s mouth. Now it was Brandon’s turn to be stunned, but the feeling quickly passed as he joined his future cousin in a tongue-swirling mambo. A couple of minutes later, Brandon withdrew and, in a mock frown, asked, “Did you just call me a fuckin’ sonofabitch?”

“Yeah, I did. Why? You wanna do somethin’ about it?” Jeremy dared him.

“Yeah. This!” Brandon threw himself back at Jeremy and wrestled him to the floor. Their bodies writhed in uncontrollable passion as they pawed each other madly. Clothes flew in every direction until they were both butt naked, their dicks stiff as flag poles. Brandon gasped at the sight of Jeremy's turgid rod. He had been amazed when it was soft, but now that he saw it fully erect, he felt totally awed by it. He wanted the prize—first down his throat and then up his ass.

Jeremy was equally impressed with Brandon's manhood. Though it was not as long as his own, it was above average, thick, and beautifully shaped. More importantly, it was attached to the 21st century Adonis currently lying on top of him.

Whether by design or accident, their wrestling match led them into a 69 position, and each one greedily scarfed up the other's cock. “Ummm...ummm...ummm.” Each echoed the other's appreciation. Jeremy was amazed that Brandon, like Ford, was able to take his whole measure.

Brandon released Jeremy's cock and took his nuts into his mouth—first one, then the other, and then both. It was a significant accomplishment considering how big they were. Next, he licked along the inside of his left thigh all the way down to his toes and back up the right leg. When he got to Jeremy's dick, he sucked it some more and then panted, “Oh, Jeremy, I've gotta have you. Fuck me, man! I wanna feel you inside of me.”

Jeremy felt so fuckin' horny he was about ready to burst, but he was also confused. Only in the last 24 hours had he even let another man touch him, and now he was being asked—no, begged—to fuck one. He didn't know if he could will himself to do it even under the best of circumstances, but this was the weekend of his wedding, and the ass in question belonged to his future cousin. Still, it was a beautiful ass, and his aching balls pleaded for relief.

Before Jeremy could answer, Brandon pulled him up off the floor and dragged him to the bedroom. The bed was still unmade, and Brandon wondered if the cum stains on the sheets had come from Jeremy, Ford, or both. Brandon shoved Jeremy down on the bed and rifled through the night stand to find a tube of lubricant.

“I don't know about this, Brandon. I've never fucked a guy before.”

“Have you ever fucked a woman in the ass?”

“Yeah, but—”

“Well, an ass is an ass, and mine is rarin' to go.” He stuck some lube up his ass and rubbed some over Jeremy's towering pole. The sensation drove Jeremy wild. “Oh, God, Brandon! Shit! Oh, God! Fuck!” Now it was Jeremy doing the begging. His cock burned so hot he had to ram it up somebody's ass before he exploded. He started to rise up and get on his knees, but Brandon pushed him back down on his back and crouched over him.

Pressing his hands against Jeremy's powerful chest, Brandon slowly lowered himself onto the greasy shaft. “Ah, aaahhh, aaassshhhit!” Brandon's cries of pain frightened Jeremy and caused him to push Brandon aside, but the young stud resisted his defenses and pressed on. “No,” he shouted. “It hurts at first; that's natural; but the pain'll go away, and then it'll feel like fuckin' heaven. You got a fuckin' hot piece o' meat, dude, and I gotta have every fuckin' inch of it all the way up my ass.”

Brandon continued to lower himself inch by inch onto the rock-hard missile. With each pang of pain, Brandon clawed at Jeremy's solid pecs. Brandon moaned and Jeremy winced, but they pressed on until Brandon's ass had completely swallowed Jeremy's huge sausage. After a brief pause, Brandon began to slide slowly up and down.

“Oh, shit, man! You are so fuckin' tight. I ain't never had no pussy like this.” Instinctively, Jeremy began to pump back.

“Oh, yeah! Fuck me, cowboy. Fuck my horny ass.”

Jeremy bucked like a wild stallion, and Brandon held on for the ride of his life.

With each new thrust, Jeremy's cock tickled Brandon's prostate, sending shivers up his spine and causing his ass muscles to constrict and his prick to twitch involuntarily. The feel of the constrictions on his own dick and the sight of it plunging in and out of Brandon's ass as well as Brandon's cock dancing in sync with his own movements pushed Jeremy to the brink of madness. Bubbling hot juices boiled up from his desperate nut sack and burst forth in volley after volley deep inside Brandon's eager love canal.

“Aaahhh, FUCK!” hollered Jeremy.

“Oh, shit, man! I can feel it! I can feel your cum squirting inside me. Oh, fuck, dude! Damn!”

The thrill sent Brandon over the edge. “Oh, God! Fuck! I'm cummin'! I'm cummin! I'm...aaahhh, FUUUCCCKKK!” Without even touching his dick, Brandon shot at least 10 ropes of white cream all over Jeremy's quivering body.

With his still-hard rod firmly ensconced in Brandon's ass, Jeremy pulled the teenager close, their bodies squishing cum between them, their lips locking together in a primal kiss. The wild beast lay tamed—at least for now.