Helping Cole

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"How are you feeling?" Tommy asked, walking across the dark room and opening the curtains.

Light spilled into the room, illuminating the destruction inside.

In the bed, Cole groaned and turned over.

"You're gonna' have to get up at some point" Tommy told his cousin "you can't stay locked in here for the rest of your life".

He looked around the messy bedroom. It was unlike his cousin, but given the circumstances, he began to clean.

"You're living like a pig" he said as he picked up a pair of Cole's used boxer shorts and threw them into the wash basket.

They were more like brothers than cousins. At nineteen, Cole was a year older than Tommy, though he had never been one to act his age. He continued cleaning, stuffing empty beer cans into the trash and adding more dirty clothing to the basket.

"Close the curtains" Cole grunted, his voice tired and miserable.

"No" Tommy replied as he cleaned "you're getting up today".

The last week had been difficult. Cole hadn't recovered well from the attack, neither physically nor mentally. Most of his days had been spent in the dark bedroom, doing little but sleeping, and nobody knew this as much as Tommy.

"Go home, Tommy" he growled, but Tommy ignored him.

It took nearly an hour for him to clean his older cousins bedroom, and when he finished he stood beside the bed and stared down at the covered mound.

"Let's go" he said, prodding Cole with his finger "you need a shower".

"I told you to go home!" Cole barked, but his demand fell on deaf ears as Tommy pulled back the sheets.

Cole wore only a pair of black boxer shorts. His lean, smooth body had already started to deteriorate from the lack of movement and nutrients. Both arms were cast in blue plaster, broken, stiff and held in place. The bruises had faded slightly, but were still noticeable against his otherwise flawless skin.

"Go away, Tommy" Cole snarled, trying to reach for the blanket. He sank back into the bed when even the most basic movements were impossible.

"You got beat up, stop acting like your life is over" Tommy spat, pulling the blanket completely off his mostly naked cousin.

Cole didn't answer, but looked up at him. His eyes were tired and red, and had Tommy not known better, he would have guessed that he hadn't slept in days.

"Now let's get you in the shower, you're stinking up the house".

Cole shook his head.

"Dude, you need to clean yourself up, this isn't going to help".

"I can't fucking shower, Tommy!" Cole snapped "I can't fucking do anything!"

Tommy sat down on the side of the bed and stared out the window ahead.

"Your arms will get better" he told his cousin "but laying here all day, every day isn't going to help. So come on"

"Are you dumb?!" Cole spat again "did you not hear what I just said? I can't fucking shower".

"I know" Tommy bit back "so I'm going to help you, dumbass".

Cole snapped his head around and glared at his younger cousin.

"No fucking chance" he said, shaking his head "no way in hell".

"So I should just leave you here to marinate in your own filth?" Tommy snarled, hoping that by teasing his cousin, he might be convinced.

There was simply no argument to be had. Tommy was the only family that Cole had, and other than him, the unfortunate reality was that nobody cared much for the young man, not since he'd turned to this new life.

Tommy reached for him, pulling one of his stiff, broken arms over his shoulder and holding his cousin around his back. Cole gasped as he sat up.

The young man managed to swing his legs over the side of the bed and the two of them sat together for a moment, arms around each other, looking out the window.

"I need to leave" he told his younger cousin "as soon as I'm better".

Tommy didn't disagree. He'd watched his cousin through the years, knowing that eventually he'd fall prey to the gangs. He'd always been a mischievous guy, even when they were kids, but he'd bitten off much more than he could chew, this time.

"They've already fucked you up" Tommy said as he dragged his half naked cousin to his feet "don't you think they've done enough?"

Cole scoffed, holding his ribs and wincing as they stood.

"The gun jammed" he said, following his little cousin's lead and limping toward the bedroom door. "They wanted to kill me, and they haven't".

The pair walked slowly into the hallway, Cole putting most of his weight on Tommy. It took some time, but eventually they reached the bathroom.

"Don't!" Cole barked as his cousin reached for his underwear. Tommy glared up at him.

"Dude" Tommy sighed "you've been wearing these since you left the hospital".

The younger man didn't wait for his cousin's response and slid his boxers down his legs. He instantly eyed Cole's long, fleshy tube. He'd seen it before, though never this close. He felt his own cock swell.

Cole's face reddened as his cousin led him gently into the shower.

"I need bags for these" he said, holding up his plastered arms.

Tommy nodded and left the bathroom, leaving Cole naked and uncomfortable.

He couldn't remember ever being attracted to his cousin, the idea alone was wrong on many levels, but he couldn't deny his interest. Cole's cock was the nicest he'd ever seen, not that he'd seen many in real life. He still wasn't even sure if he was gay, and he'd certainly never told anybody of his suspicions, but something about his older cousin drove him crazy.

When Cole's casts were fully covered, Tommy switched on the shower, standing just out of the spray as his naked cousin became soaked.

"You don't need to stand there" Cole growled, spitting water from his mouth.

"Yeah, because you're doing a great job yourself" Tommy replied, pulling his own t-shirt off and grabbing a cloth.

"What are you doing?"

"Helping" he scoffed, squeezing shower gel onto the cloth as Cole's eyes widened.

"I don't need..."

Tommy splashed the cloth against his cousin's smooth chest and began to scrub as it foamed. Cole seemed to freeze.

"Where will you go?" Tommy asked simply, lifting his cousin's arm and scrubbing his pits.

"Uh... I... I don't know" he replied, unable to do anything but allow his cousin to clean him.

"You could start a new life" Tommy said, moving to his other arm "out of the city, somewhere nice".

As Cole stood still, he began to embrace the warmth of his little cousin's touch. The water felt nice against his skin, soothing and calming. For the first time since it happened, the young man felt somewhat normal, though the situation was quite the opposite.

He felt the cloth slip between his legs and over his cock. His eyes shot open and he stepped back, slipping against the wet tiles and falling backwards. He reached out instinctively, grabbing his cousin by the arm to prevent his fall, and feeling a burst of pain shoot through his broken arms.

Tommy fell on top of him, both cousins now directly under the strong shower spray, and they both fell silent.

"Did you... Did you just touch my dick?" Cole asked, the shock evident in his voice.

"I... I didn't mean to" Tommy replied "I was just helping..."

"You're gay, aren't you?"

The words pierced the young man. It felt like he'd been slapped across the face as he sat back and shook his head.

"Fuck no" he spat "I told you, I was just trying to help".

"Help me up" Cole told him, trying to sit up himself.

Tommy stood, he was as wet as his cousin now, his trousers soaked through as he grabbed Cole under the arms and stood him awkwardly.

The two young men faced each other for a moment, with neither saying a word until Cole spoke again.

"Well, I thought you were supposed to be helping?"

Tommy looked from his feet to his cousin's face, his brow furrowed.

"Do... Do you want me to help?" He asked, his face blushing red.

"It's not like I can do it myself, is it?" Cole replied, nodding to the cloth on the shower floor.

Tommy tried his best to remain composed as he reached for the cloth again. What had just happened? His cousin had asked him the one question that he had dreaded the most, and yet he had moved on instantly.

The young man took the cloth in his trembling hand and began to soap his cousin's chest again.

"You've already done that part" Cole told him "you can go lower"

Tommy glanced up at his marginally taller cousin, his eyes wide.

"You volunteered" Cole shrugged.

He squirted more gel into the cloth and slid it down his cousin's firm stomach, he watched as the suds began to spill down his groin and drip from the end of his long cock. Tommy's prick began to swell once more.

He continued lower, feeling Cole's flaccid flesh under the cloth as he began to gently wash his cousin's junk.

Cole gasped quietly and knew that it was happening before Tommy did. His cock, which had been neglected since the attack, began to stiffen.

Tommy felt it now, his cousin was slowly becoming erect at his touch, and so was he.

"Sorry" Cole said as his cock continued to grow "it's been a while".

"No... Don't worry about it" Tommy replied, his mouth dry as he stared down at the stiff boner which had grown to at least eight inches.

"You're soaking" Cole laughed, watching his cousin awkwardly scrubbing his legs, still half clothed. "Why don't you take em' off?"

Tommy swallowed a lump in his throat and stood up, his face burning as he did.

"I'm fine" he said, but Cole shook his head.

"Take them off, Tommy" he whispered, and the words sent a shiver of excitement through the young man.

Was Cole aware that he sounded almost flirtatious? Perhaps he was joking, or maybe he didn't see anything strange about the situation. Whatever it was, Tommy slid his wet pants off, followed by his boxer briefs until the two cousins stood before each other, completely naked and both sporting erections. Cole's being at least two inches larger than his little cousin's.

"What's your excuse?" He asked with a smug grin, nodding toward Tommy's stiffy.

"I... I uh... It's..."

"Just admit it" Cole continued "you're gay".

Tommy considered arguing, but how could he? He dropped his head.

"Don't be ashamed" Cole whispered "I always knew".

Tommy looked up at him from under his brows. Had he known all along?

"I didn't know that you wanted my dick, though" he added.

"No... I didn't... I don't!" He yelped back, but Cole simply smiled.

"Tell your cock that" he said, nodding at it as Tommy's tool began to spill clear fluid.

The young man covered himself instantly.

"It's okay, cuz" Cole shrugged "but since we're here, you could help me even more, if you want".

Tommy stared at him for a moment.

"Do you want to?" He asked and Tommy nodded.

"Then get on your knees and help your big cousin".

He stared down at Cole's large, meaty cock and his mouth watered. Was this really happening? Was his very straight, very masculine cousin giving him permission to do something he had wanted all along? He looked back up at him, and Cole nodded.

Tommy got slowly to his knees, the water still pouring down on them both. Cole's rod looked even larger from here, just inches from his face. He watched as it twitched and within a second, Tommy took Cole's cock in his hand and his big cousin gasped.

He began to pump it, feeling it pulse in his palm as he slid back his cousin's foreskin revealing a large, pink cock head.

"Suck it" Cole whispered and Tommy didn't need to be asked twice.

He took his cousin's cock into his mouth, his own rod spilling more juice into the shower as he tasted Cole's most intimate area. He felt it open his throat as he sucked it deeper.

Cole groaned as pre-cum began to drain from his aching pole into his little cousin's hungry throat.

The handsome young man gagged as Cole slid deeper into him. He pulled back, then pushed further again. More and more of the cock inched further inside him until he had taken the entirety.

Drool and pre-cum began to trail from his mouth and Cole looked down at him, their eyes meeting as every inch of his rod sat embedded in Tommy's throat. He thrust his hips forward, enjoying the sight of his struggling cousin.

"You like that?" He whispered and Tommy nodded eagerly.

"Then suck it like you like it" he ordered.

Tommy began to bob his head, pulling away and diving back down his cousin's wet shaft. He felt like he was in heaven, and so too did Cole.

The naked cousins continued their passionate encounter. Tommy's throat had become raw from his cousin's large rod, but he continued eagerly, tasting every drop of fluid that spilled from his swelling cock head.

"Fuck" Cole gasped, his legs beginning to tremble "that's fucking amazing".

Tommy gagged harder, juices pouring down his chin as his cousin throat fucked him violently.

"Swallow it" Cole growled "take it all you little slut!".

The horny young man grabbed his own cock as he sucked. The words that had come from his cousin made him feel like he had never felt before. He grasped his meat, pumping it quickly as Cole's prick began to twitch in his throat.

The older man began to moan as waves of pleasure rippled through his beaten body. He had forgotten how it felt, but his cousin was the best little cock sucker he had ever had.

Tommy groaned onto the cock, his rod hadn't needed much stimulation as ropes of sticky, hot cum began to spray onto the floor.

Cole moaned louder, his balls tightening and his toes curling and a moment later he was filling his little cousin with his seed. He bucked and thrust his hips, more and more thick loads of cum splashed into Tommy's throat, almost drowning him in sperm, and he swallowed it hungrily.

The orgasm pulsed through both of them until their balls had been emptied, and the two of them stood, gasping and panting, their naked bodies glistening under the shower spray.

"I think you're all clean" Tommy laughed, taking hold of his cousin's dripping, flaccid cock.

"I think I'm gonna need more help around here" Cole told him seriously "these casts don't come off for at least another month".

"What's in it for me?" Tommy grinned

"Oh, I dunno'" Cole shrugged "do you accept cock as a form of payment?"

"Just yours" his little cousin replied, squeezing the last dribble of cum from his swollen prick.