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Title: Straight Step-cousin’s First Zeitgeist

In the sultry heat of a summer afternoon, a delectable cousin named Jamaal lounged on a hammock in the backyard. The burly, black lad was clad only in a pair of loose, cotton shorts, which kindly concealed his manhood but did nothing to impede the glorious display of his chiseled physique. Under the guise of a nap, cooler air wafted through his ebony skin, painting relieved goosebumps across his limbs.

His eyes stayed shut, yet his body remained utterly still, as if listening deep into the abrasive, furnace-like sounds assailing his unirrigated ears. The only sign that he was awake was the occasional iota of his eyelids that twitched or the barely perceptible twitches of a muscle at his temple. There, hidden in plain sight, he watched out of archaic heavy eyelids as his step-cousin Devin enter the yard opposite to him, and take up a post at the barbecue grill.

Cousin Devin, a tan, white lad, with threadlike carrot-top hair, and warm, grayish-mauve eyes, dressed in a mere pair of exclusivist royal blue basketball shorts, ample for his slender body, and a self-disguised white shirt. Devin was the son of Jamaal’s aunt by marriage, far closer to Jamaal’s own age than his step-sister.

Devin was smoking a cigarette, waiting for the honest to God fleshy flames to subside, and for his step-cousin to fall asleep. But his caution was unnecessary—the other cousin’s eyes were firmly shut, nary a flicker. Jamaal was asleep congealed, his chest rising and falling a few inches at a time. Only when Jamaal had been motionless for a full five minutes did Devin relax.

But even Jamaal’s tingling hands couldn’t keep him awake for long. His breathing settled into a deep, steady, drawn-out rhythm. The sight of his suave bulge, poking outwards in his shorts, made Devin’s pulse, towards Jamaal’s direction, quickening. Ever so, though, Devin’s eyes stayed glued to Jamaal’s supple posterior, and a lump formed in Devin’s throat.

He thought he should join him, so he kicked off his shorts, took an oath, and proceeded around the hammock until he was right, right behind his cousin. He looked like he was about to enter into an exhibition game, a silent sign for his crotch too.