âKissinâ Cousinsâ
     Me and Tyrell grew up together because our momâs had known each other since they were kids. His mama was like my aunt and my mama was like his aunt, so we called each other cousin even though we werenât related by blood or even by marriage. By the time we got to high school, weâd stopped hanging out with each other because Iâm gay and he was hanging out with the wannabe tough boys. But every time he was at my house, he wanted to lay in my bed with me and watch TV. He even liked to cuddle on cold days. Nothing was really sexual between us because he was straight and we did have a close cousin bond.
     So one weekend our moms went out of town to Atlantic City and Tyrellâs mama made him stay at my house so he wouldnât get into any trouble with his friends. She told me to call her if he tried to go back to their neighborhood or if any of his friends came over. He texted and talked on the phone to his friends but they never came over. And when my female friends would come over, heâd hit on them mercilessly. Sunday morning rolled around and our moms were heading back, so I felt a little relieved that nothing bad had happened. I felt that relief a little too soon because things got crazy that Sunday morning. It all started when I smelled weed in the living room.
     âBoy, I know youâre not smoking that shit in here,â I called out as I made my way up the hallway. âTyrell, youâre gonna get us both in trouble. Take that shit outside!â
     âI ainât goinâ out there,â he snapped at me. âCalm yo gay nerdy ass down, Jeremy.â
     âMy mama and your mama will be home soon and if they catch youâŚâ
     âYou worry too damn much.â
     âTake it outside, Tyrell!â
     âI ainât gonna freeze my dick off out there. Fuck that!â
     I stepped over to the sofa and tried to grab the joint but he kept it away from me. âGive it to me, Ty. Iâm not playing with you.â
     âLeave me alone, Jeremy. Damn!â
     âNope. Not in my mamaâs house.â I grabbed his hand but he leaned back, making me fall on top of him on the sofa. We wrestled for a little while and then I grabbed his crotch and squeezed it, causing him to let go of the joint. I hopped up and ran over to the side door, opened it, and tossed the joint out into the snow.
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