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Friend's Brother II
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
I awoke with a start when the bed suddenly tilted sharply. I opened my
eyes and saw a hunky, shirtless figure sitting on the edge of the bed...
he was home! It was so dark that he hadn't realized I was there. He
untied his shoes, then stood up and kicked them off. He paused to stretch
his arms over his head... GOD what a gorgeous body!!! Then he dropped his
jeans on the floor, revealing a tightly-clinging pair of boxer briefs, and
climbed in next to me.
Of course he immediately realized I was there... how couldn't he; half of
his body landed on top of me! He grunted in surprise, then sat up and
whispered, "Who are you?"
His voice was deep, and -- though confused -- didn't sound hostile. "I'm
Chris... Jason's friend. He told me to sleep up here because you weren't
supposed to be home."
He chuckled... a deep rumble from his belly. "That drunken little
bastard... he knew I was coming home. He just forgot."
"Well where should I go sleep?" I started to sit up, but he gently shoved
me back
against the bed. "Stay right there, dude, we'll squeeze in. It's cold as
fuck in here anyway." He climbed back under the blanket and laid one
bulgy arm across my chest, with only the blanket between us. "This has
gotta go here or else I'll fall out of the bed. I'm kinda wide to be
sharing a twin size." he explained.
"That's okay," I laughed, trying to sound casual. "You'll keep me from
falling out too."
"Sure," he said and squeezed my arm through the blanket. We fell silent,
but there was no way I was going to go to sleep with him there, let alone
with his arm around me.
After a while, he asked me, "Are you still cold?"
"Yeah, can you pull the blanket up over me?" I tugged at it, where his
arm came out it was pulled down so my shoulder was out in the cold air.
"Not unless you want my arm right against your chest," he pointed out.
"I don't care, I'm cold."
He put his arm under the blanket, pulling it up over my shoulders and
tentatively holding it over me. He was as aware of the implications of
skin-on-skin contact as I was... and it was making him nervous.
"Uh....where do you want my hand?" he asked me.
"Doesn't matter, wherever is comfortable. I'm Italian, it's not the first
time a guy had his arm around me!" That made him laugh and he must not
have pondered whether the two parts of my statement were correlational or
not, because he took my bare shoulder in his hand and squeezed it,
settling his arm against my chest. It sent a wave of chills through me
when his skin touched mine, and my dick immediately swelled and started to
harden. Another silence ensued, but neither of us were close to falling
asleep.
"So how long have you known Jason?" he asked me.
"About a year. He's a nice kid when he's not drinking," I pointed out,
and we laughed.
"Yeah, I hope he's not going to be too much of a hell-raiser."
"Maybe he'll get it out of his system. I plan to ride him how the extra
calories aren't going to help his lifting any."
"You lift with him? You feel pretty solid," he observed, gently squeezing
my shoulder.
My dick jumped, and I prayed he wouldn't notice it.
"Yeah, but I'm not making that much progress... It's kind of frustrating."
"You mind if I ...uh...check you out a little bit? I might be able to
give you some
pointers." Without waiting for a reply, he gently gripped my bicep and
ordered me to flex, which I did. He grunted, "not bad" then took my left
pec in his hand, and I flexed that. "These feel good, do you do a lot of
push-ups?"
"Yeah," I managed to say. His hand on me felt incredible!
"Do you shave?" he asked, rubbing his hand over my chest. Didn't he have
any idea what that was doing to me? or did he?
"Yeah, but it's been a few days, I'm getting stubbly already. It's a pain
in the ass but I love the way it looks and feels when it's done."
"It does look and feel nice, but it's hard to do to yourself ... maybe I
can give you a hand tomorrow." he offered. THAT had possiblities, but
before I had a chance to think about it, he slid his hand down my belly to
check out my abs. I sat up slightly to tense them for him, which
inadvertantly brought the back of his hand in contact with my rock-hard
dick!
He froze for a second but it seemed like twenty years. I waited for him
to throw me out the window... and figured that would be just the
beginning! But before I could say anything, me gently wrapped his fingers
around it and asked, "What's with this?"
I looked at his face and saw that he was grinning and didn't seem pissed
at all ... he was so fucking cute! I relaxed slightly, but decided to
play as cool as possible under the circumstances. "That's what happens
when somebody plays with my chest like that," I replied, trying to be as
ambiguous as one can be with his straight friend's gorgeous brother
holding his cock.
He pulled the blankets off me, and examined my dick. "It's fucking HUGE,
man..." he grinned and continued to fondle it, then began to slowly pump
it. "I better take care of this for ya, or you'll never fall asleep and
you'll keep me up all night." I lay there and let him do it, still not
fully sure I wasn't dreaming it. To allay any doubts I might have about
where this was going, he got up on one elbow and fastened his mouth on
mine, kissing me tenderly but powerfully and never letting go of my cock.
I took his face in one hand, and began exploring his marble-smooth chest
with the other. God, he was so hot! I wanted to eat him alive. He
kissed his way over my chin and neck, and started kissing, sucking and
tonguing my pecs and nipples, rubbing his own massive chest against my
throbbing cock. I cradled his head -- buzzed like Jason's -- in my hands
and mumbled and moaned endearments without even realizing what I was
saying... it was if someone else was doing it. It was heaven having that
hard, smooth, lean body in full contact with mine. He licked and kissed a
path down my belly, and gently engulfed my cock in his mouth... caressing
the underside with his tongue. He again explored my chest with his hand,
thrumming them over my nipples till I thought they would pop off!
Naturally, with all this attention from this stud, it was much too soon
when I felt the familiar, inevitable throbbing begin. I exploded, sending
about seven loads into the gorgeous stud's mouth, which he swallowed
greedily, gripping my chest in his hands.
I lay my head back on the bed, my breathing slowly subsiding. His
adorable face
appeared over me, grinning sheepishly. "Man... " he began, not sure what
to say. I pulled him down to me and kissed him long and deep, tasting
myself in him. After a long time, he ended it with a short, tender peck,
then looked me in the eyes again.
"That was awesome... thank you." I stroked his cheek. "You are so
fucking gorgeous and sweet, I can't get over your body, I want to touch
and kiss every inch of it."
"Go for it, dude." He grinned. He flopped on his back, and I went to
work. First, I kissed him again, just because he was so damn good at it!
Then I kissed his chin and Adam's apple, and fastened my mouth on one of
his dime-sized, nipples. His chest was as smooth and hard as granite, no
hair anywhere. Even his armpits were shaved smooth. He was damp with
sweat, but his scent was spicy rather than sour. I couldn't get enough of
the taste of his skin. I kissed a trail down his ridged belly, taking
possession of one pec, which felt made to fit in the palm of my hand.
His cock. I am not really that into cocksucking normally, but this guy
was so sweet and his body was a fucking work of art. His dick was
pointing at the sky, not huge but a nice size, thick, and neatly cut.
Except for a little soft fuzz on his big balls, even his crotch was baby
smooth, which made his dick look even bigger. I took that beautiful dick
in my hand and pumped it a few times, trying to get up my nerve. Then, I
licked the velvety head, which made him tense slightly, then sigh in
relief. I let the tip into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue, then
moved down to touch the spot below it. I took his plum-sized balls in my
hand and examined them, while gently sucking on his rod. He moaned
and covered my other hand with his, holding it against my chest.
After a few minutes of blowing him, I began to want him to cum. I was
getting sleepy, and I wanted to cuddle up in those arms quickly! I
wondered what I could do to speed him along. I let my hand drop from his
nuts to the area behind them... even that was totally smooth!! I felt
him tense up as my finger neared that most private part of him. I
explored very slowly, taking a smooth, hard glute in my hand and squeezing
it, then tracing his smooth crack a little working my way ever-so-slowly
towards his hole, teasing him. I got closer and closer, and finally ran
my finger gently across it. His dick throbbed once in my mouth, and I
knew I had found his trigger. I made him wait a few seconds, then touched
it again with the same result. I kept my finger there and he didn't
resist, so
I gently added a little pressure. He was so tight, I knew no dick was
ever up there. His hips pumped slightly so I knew he liked having it
teased, but I knew better than to mess with his ego by going too far. My
finger could go about 1/2 inch easily, so I gently and slowly moved in and
out, pumping his dick with the other hand and sucking and licking the tip.
After a few minutes of this, I felt the pulses in his whole groin. His
ass clamped around my finger and it slid in further, and he shot a big wad
of his gism in my mouth. I swallowed it greedily, loving the taste of him
and the idea of having him inside me Maybe I'd become more like him!
I stroked his chest and belly while he settled down. Then, he took me
into his arms and we kissed passionately again for a little while. We
were both really sleepy, and soon I lay my cheek against his pec, his
heart beating in my ear. I took his other pec in my hand and diddled his
nipple gently 'til we were both sound asleep.
In the morning, I awoke before him. It was cold in the room, and being in
his arms was so heavenly that I decided to lay still until he woke up. I
was drifting in and out of consciousness when Jason thumped up the stairs
and burst into the room. He froze.
Keith started, but made no attempt separate from me. I decided to pretend
I was still asleep and wait to see what happened between the brothers.
"What the fuck, Keith, you got to have my friends too?" Jason demanded.
He didn't seem too surprised, but he was pissed.
"Dude, I came home and he was naked in my bed. I thought you set it up
for me," Keith retorted.
"Well, whatever." Jason subsided. I chose that moment to stage my
"awakening," with an elaborate yawn and stretch routine. Keith chuckled,
rubbed my head, and told me, "Look who's here."
I regarded Jason. "Dude, you never told me you had a brother."
"Now you know why. If I knew you's were two of a kind I would have hooked
you up long ago." He seemed kind of jealous, although I knew it wasn't
sexual in nature.
"Don't worry, man." Keith sensed his reaction. "Now you'll have not only
a brother but a brother-in-law!"
Jason grinned at this idea. And, although I thought it was a tad
premature, I couldn't think of one reason to object. "Except," he said,
"I'm NEVER going to a gay bar with you guys."
"That's fine with me," I said. "After last night, you think I ever want
to see you drunk AGAIN?"
"Oh my head!" he moaned. We all laughed and ran downstairs for breakfast.
Hope you liked it.
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