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Tom and I have been together for about four years now, but most of Tom's family doesn't know that he's gay. He travels a lot, and his mother just assumes he has a "girl in every port", and will probably never settle down. So when Tom's younger cousin, Hank, wrote that he needed a place to stay while he was in town for a conference, we were more than just a little concerned about him finding out. We moved all of Tom's clothing and personal effects into the spare bedroom and made it "Tom's room". Hank would have no reason to suspect anything about us based on what he would see of the apartment. Hank showed up on a Friday afternoon, with just enough time to drop off his bags and have a beer before he had to rush off to the convention center. I was in the kitchen when Tom called me out to introduce us, and I nearly dropped my teeth! This guy had all of Tom's handsome looks, and then some! As a matter of fact, I might have though that they were twins, if Hank weren't eight years younger than Tom. Anyway, we said our hellos, stashed his bags next to the couch, and showed him how to open it into a bed. As we drank our beers, Hank told us about the conference, and his schedule. "So what time will you be getting in?" Tom asked. "I imagine it will be late. Maybe two o'clock?" Hank replied. "That's kind of late for us," said Tom. "Suppose we just give you a key, and you can let yourself In?" Hank thought it was a great idea, so the key was taken, and we all said our good-byes. Sex that evening was great. I was so turned on by Hank's incredible good looks that I was a mad man. Tom appreciated my passion, and returned it. "God!" I exclaimed, as he lay in my arms afterward, "Are they all like that at home?" "Yeah, Gramps was a real looker. Had a lot of women chasing me all through school, thanks to him." "Wherever you are, Gramps," I said, "my greatest appreciation."  We had showered and retired to our respective rooms by eleven. We both had hectic Saturdays ahead of us, and we wanted to get some sleep. Sometime later, I don't know what time it was, I woke up to someone shaking me. In the darkness, and In my foggy state, I thought I saw Tom standing at the side of the bed. "Hi", I mumbled to the man dressed only in briefs. I reached out and began stroking his thigh. "Um, hi," he mumbled back. I let my hand reach further and further up until I was kneading his balls. He stood there in a stupor as his erection sprang to life. My hand found its way under the fabric and came in direct contact with hard flesh. "Wow," I murmured, "you're as hard as a rock." He responded with a deep-throated gurgle, and put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself. Gingerly, I pulled the straining material aside, and began tonguing his balls while I reached be hind him to massage his buttocks. He was teetering beside the bed, so I gently pulled him down to the bed beside me. He came willingly and roller over so that his hard-on was pointing toward the ceiling. I took his uncut cock into my throat with one swallow. He gasped, and his hips thrust back in response. I began to suck hungrily on his dick. Soft moans escaped his lips between racked and labored breathing. Then, it became too much for him. He began writhing and bucking. His breathing was short and rapid. He was seconds from cumming. "Please," he begged as he exploded down my throat, "Please don't tell Tom about this!" I switched on the bookshelf light as Hank lay, panting, in the throes of orgasm. The look on his face told me that he had never had another man give him a blow job, much though he might have wished it. Thinking quickly, I wrapped my arms around him. "Isn't that what you came here for?" I feinted. “No, I wanted to tell you that the toilet was acting up," he apologized, his natural tone returning. "Oh, that. I should have warned you about that. We’ll fix it in the morning. And don't worry about this. It's our secret." Much relieved, he straightened his underwear, and padded to the door. "Don?" he hesitated as he stood in the doorway. "Yeah, Hank?" "That was incredible. Could we do it again before I leave?" My head spun. What was I going to say? If I said no I would crush him. If I said yes, I would break my vow of monogamy with the man sleeping in the next room. "Let's talk about it tomorrow, huh?" I managed. "Yeah, ok," he said, disappointedly. The next morning, Hank was gone when we got up. I tried to explain to Tom what had happened the night before without breaking my promise of secrecy, but the delicacy of the matter demanded honesty. We talked about his cousin's flickering sexuality, and the importance of not snuffing it out or sending him underground. Family concerns or no, we resolved to tell him. We moved all of Tom's stuff back into our bedroom. We called the convention center, and left a message for Hank, asking him to come home at 4:00. (To be continued in my next post.)