Encounters With My Brother-In-Law

By Homo Sylveon

Published on Jan 4, 2017

Gay

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I'd always been skeptical of dating/hooking-apps, largely because I'd never been on one and also because I was severely in the closet, cooped up between my socks and that one cardigan my Nana made me that I never wore. I'd never gotten laid for the same reason.

My older sister Kayla got married to a man named Wesley when I was in my sophomore year of college. She was the only one in my family who knew that I was gay (she happened to walk-in on me jerking it to a François Sagat video).

My parents were away for Christmas, so during winter break in my junior year of college, I stayed at Kayla and Wesley's new place.

"Kyle! I'm so glad you're here!" she exclaimed maybe for the third time at the dinner table. "You're gonna love this place" her enthusiasm was genuine but there was snow everywhere and that made things harder to like.

"You sure will" my brother-in-law said, his dark brown beard shifting with his perfect smile. His grin was so cocky, it was hot - like he knew I wanted him. He always made my cock stir when he did just regular things. The way his arms flexed when he propped his hand out to pick me up after I fell on the icy front porch. Or when he stuck his perfect butt out a little extra while handing me towels from the lowest rack in the closet. But most of all, when I asked him for a spoon to eat my cereal with and he licked his spoon clean, his lips glazing it as he made eye-contact with me and handed it to me with that cocky smile. (Safe to say I enjoyed that cereal very much) Was it in my head or did he really want me?

I had a room to myself, and after dinner, I snuggled into my comforter and dozed off after a failed attempt to jerk off to the thought of Wes because it was too damn cold.

I woke up to the distant sound of footsteps on the staircase and brushed it off. I started to drift off again when I heard my door creak open. It was dark but from the corner of my eye, I saw his shape come into my room tip-toeing, and closing the door behind him before locking it.

I pretended to be asleep but my heart was racing. What the fuck was he doing here!?

He stopped tip-toeing right before reaching the floor of my bed, and his shoulders broadened to the way they normally do. He stretched his arms over his head like he was going into battle, and then started unbuttoning his fly while walking towards the side of the bed.

I shifted in my "sleep" to see what his reaction would be, but he didn't respond and kept getting closer. Then, when he was standing right next to me, looming over my face, he dropped his trousers to the floor, and slid his sweater and undershirt off in one go. He started jerking his cock. Spat into his left hand and coated his dick with it, while his right hand worked his nipples.

When his cock hardened, he switched on the adjacent night lamp and caught me staring at him. My eyes instinctively shut close but he grinned and laughed with a low rumble. "Enjoying the show so far, buddy?" his voice was both arousing and intimidating at the same time. He dropped to his knees to my side and whispered sexily in my ear: "I want you. And I know you want me". He licked my ear and I let out a soft moan. Boy that felt amazing - his warm tongue tickling my ear was all I needed to open my eyes.

He was beautiful. The light bounced off the mounds of muscle on his arms. His firm nipples stood out over his furry and built pecs. His abdomen looked strong and had a thick pelt of dark, streamline fur that got wider and wider towards his groin. His pubes were dark and balls were smooth and heavy. The fur disappeared into his taint and I really wanted to go exploring. His cock stood hard and glistening from his saliva. Not very long, perhaps 5-6 inches, but thick and juicy. The veins on it were clearly engorged and his head was big and pink, the slit staring right at me. His thighs were thick and furry for me to hold on to while I took him into my mouth or to be crushed by when he sat on my face.

Looking at him drove me crazy. I was leaking precum and it was clear that the comforter over me was tenting.

He saw this grinned, and turned around because he knew I was enjoying the show. His back muscles rippled and the small of his back led to the most beautiful, hairy bubble butt I've ever laid eyes on. His crack was hairier than the rest of his ass, and just as I was staring at it, he bent down and spread his cheeks to show me the most beautiful, pink, moist hole ever. It was begging to be tasted.

I sat down against the headrest of my bed so this thing could get started. I was bursting at the thought of him strewn across my body, his muscles and fur warming me and his lips and tongue trailing on my skin, marking his territory.

He turned around, and his face began to approach mine. My heart was racing and my mind was everywhere, doubting if this was the right thing to do. But he made me forget everything: as his warm breath reached my lips, he licked his own plump ones and landed a soft peck on mine, his right hand framing and pulling up my chin. My lips parted and he licked them before plunging his tongue against mine. I melted right then and there. He tasted so sweet, so warm, so wet.

He retreated from the kiss and started putting his trousers back on. "What-what are you doing?" I asked him, my voice eager, but I didn't care. He grinned, lifted the comforter off of me, reached for my dripping cockhead with his index finger, and coated the precum on his lips and tongue. "Mmmm. Delicious" he said, putting on his sweater, and walked right out the door.

I couldn't fucking believe it! That fucking bastard! Teasing is one thing, but this was cruel!

I was partly in disbelief and partly disappointed when I saw his underwear lying next to my bed. He left me a treat.

I picked up the black boxers and inhaled the crotch area. Fuck! I was throbbing and the smell made me go crazy. The scent of his virile body, his sweat and his big balls made me shoot my load all over my torso. My balls pumped out everything they had built up in the last week. I rubbed his underwear against my nose, my neck, my crotch, and without hesitating, slipped them on and wore them. It felt so fucking good wearing Wes' underwear. He felt like a part of me now. When he kissed me, I was ready to be whatever he wanted me to be.

I cleaned the cum off my torso, and dozed off into the most satisfying sleep I've had in ages. I couldn't help but dream about what he would do to make me his.

Thanks for reading guys! :) Part 2 coming real soon.

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