Secret Stash

 

When Dominic overheard his cousin, Renzo, saying he had a ‘Secret Stash’ during the cookout Dominic thought it was going to be something he could make fun of him for like a rock or stamp collection. Maybe even old trading cards in protective pockets. Literally anything that would reveal an embarrassing past about Renzo. Dominic wasn't looking out of spite, but rather the love of the competitiveness between cousins. He wanted to get one over on him. Renzo was the older of the two and always more than happy to rub that in Dominic's face. Dominic had been forever saddled with the tag of baby or little cousin, just because his interest lagged years behind Renzo. And Renzo was solely responsible for it catching on. Well, Dominic was going to show everyone once and for all their interests weren’t that different.

He snuck up to Dominic’s room; most adults didn’t pay attention to his machinations post-the food being served. Once inside, he dove under Renzo’s bed. His cousin may have been older, but he wasn't smarter. Dominic pulled out an old metal lunchbox with superheroes on it. Dominic snickered to himself; he always knew his cousin wasn't any better than him. Cool now, but he was a geek once too. Prideful, Dominic snapped the latches opened, assured he’d find old toys or some sort. Instead in the center was a lighter and…cigarettes? No, they didn’t look right. There was a weird twist to the ends and green clumps shoved into the parchment. Dominic picked it up, twisting it in his hands before putting it in his mouth.

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Renzo walked back into his room, eyes immediately widening. Sitting in his chair was a stranger covered in tatts, cock hard in his underwear. In front of the man lay Renzo's secret stash. Renzo started laughing. 

“You tried some, didn’t you?”

“My dick’s been hard ever since.” Dominic huffed.

“Ah, that’s the stoner-dick powered by that stoner brain.” Renzo smirked. “Stretching out my underwear with that dick of yours though, looks lethal.”

“Well, what the fuck else was I supposed to wear? All my clothes popped off my body.” Dominic leaned back. 

“Woah calm down, I wasn’t insulting you.” Renzo held his hands up. “You look good in my clothes. Like a mini-me.”

Dominic rolled his eyes already sensing the new family nickname. He could see the gears turning in Renzo’s head.

“Hey, don’t get so upset no one else is gonna remember the old you anyway.” Renzo shrugged. He reached into his old lunch box, “You may as well have another one.”