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Husband Of My Homophobic Sister (6)
Chapter 6 - After the Afterglow
We laid there for a while, my cock still in him. Soon I felt Nate's body getting more tense as we both started to come back into reality. He raised himself, his arms on my shoulders and looked at me with an expression I couldn't quite figure out. He stood up and removed himself from me. He hadn't said a word; just sat for couple seconds with legs on the side of the bed and stood up after I lightly touched his back.
He looked like he wanted to say something but just went to the bathroom. I heard him run the water in the sink and then after a while, flush and shower. I listened with concern as I sat on bed. I was confused about what to do now and just decided to keep moving forward.
I took my shirt and wiped myself clean of his and my cum. I was thinking if joining him in shower now would be inappropriate or welcome. I wanted to give him space, but at the same time I didn't want him to be troubled over it.
I don't know him properly. Hell, I have known him maybe two months now, and given his tough shell, I probably knew nothing. But now I've felt that I've seen part of him that he himself didn't know he has.
My question was answered when he finished showering and I could clearly hear him closing his bedroom door. He left. Decided on silence. I respected that and gave it to him.
For the rest of the day, Nate stayed in his room. When I walked out in the hallway, I heard him talking; like a gossip girl, I stood behind his door listening, realizing he was on call with Ashley. Nate was talking about work and he told her the two of us had a big fight, but it's nothing she needed to be concerned about. His ability to lie somehow struck me, but I understood the need for that, in a way.
The next day we met in the kitchen around lunch. He looked at me with dark circles and redness around his eyes, like he was crying. He wanted to move past me without a word. I was torn but I let him.
Tuesday, he seemed even worse. He looked like he didn't shower, brush his teeth or anything else important. He was in a baggy t-shirt and loose pants, hair all over and his beard started slowly growing in.
When this repeated the next day, his overall state was just worse---like he hadn't slept, washed himself or even eaten more than those few pieces of fruit I saw him sometimes take up to his bedroom.
I spent the whole day Thursday in the kitchen waiting for him. When he came down I handed him his coffee and asked him to sit with me. He refused and tried to move past me. I'd had enough. I was only hoping I wouldn't make this worse, but I thought it was already way too bad.
I took his mug and set it on the counter and then embraced him. He just stood there still, his loose arms next to his body for a few seconds. Then I tightened my arms around him and put my forehead on his shoulder. I sensed his beard brushing on my neck when I felt he inhaled lightly through his nose. He embraced me and breathed me in like something in him craved for it, but it felt like he was restraining himself. Nate started to shake slightly, and I raised my head looking at him, my hand caressing his cheek and neck. He looked at me with a sad face, holding me around my waist.
We didn't say anything. He just slowly removed himself from my embrace and left me alone.
That evening I heard him in the shower. By this point I decided that I needed to leave, and the sooner the better. At the first thing in the morning I'd call my friends and find something - anything, anywhere - at any cost. If needed, I would live in a different country. All I need for work is a laptop. I don't want to break this man.
Before bed, I took a long shower, thinking about who to call, where to live, how to tell Nathaniel. I couldn't help but bring back the memories from that morning three days ago. I started jerking off slowly, but soon became frustrated from how it all ended, and instead of jacking off I felt like punching hole in the wall. So, I turned off the water, brushed my teeth and went to bed.
I already drifted off to sleep when I heard in the silence of my dark room the bathroom door opening. I thought if I should pretend to be asleep when Nate came over my bed and sat on it next to me.
I opened my eyes and from the bathroom light shining in, I saw he was looking at the door.
"I can't stop thinking about it", Nate spoke in a near whisper. I couldn't either, but I decided to stay quiet.
"What is worrying me is not the cheating. It's not that I don't think about Ashley, but I don't feel any remorse in regard to sex. We already had talked about us being fine with either of us having no sex and if such need should arise, to pay someone to deal with it." I raised my eyebrows and sat up in bed, letting him talk. Honestly, I was more than a bit speechless, anyway.
"You may think it's cold or weird, but we honestly never cared. Not since we've been together. I believe Ashley and I were both asexual when we met, and I was happy that we found each other.
I know it's kind of trend now, kids exploring their sexuality saying they are asexual, gay or straight, maybe even bi or pan, trans or whatever they feel fits for them in-between, and it's amazing to have such freedom! To be able to get to know oneself.
But when Ashley or I were in that age, being without lust for someone was non-existent. We both had tough times pleasing our partners, our parents, the world around us. And it took us years to be able to admit it to ourselves, and even longer in front of the other." He stopped and looked at me.
"So, you know I don't care for labels. Even more, realizing that I crave sex with a person other than my wife isn't the biggest issue. What troubles me the most is that I crave you, Rick. Not only that you're a man, but you are Ashley's brother. You are also the one person she cannot stand and the one person I could hurt her probably the most by being with." He stood up, putting his arms around himself.
"Now... Not only do I deal with identity crisis, but also over the worst person possible. You know coming out as asexual in front of my wife..." he took a pause and then started talking to the dark wall in front of him.
"I honestly cherished her, and married her mostly for the fact that she didn't ever guilt me for having little interest in sex. Still, telling her I was asexual was one of the most excruciating moments in my life. The only solace was that it gave us a chance to both come out, in a way. But coming out to her again, not only as gay but as gay and sleeping with her brother, whom she hates for..."
He stopped suddenly as if he nearly told more than he should. I wanted to know more. Maybe if Ashley's reason for hating me would be something deeper than me being gay. Maybe I could have hated her less. I never knew about her being asexual. Hell, I don't know the last thing about struggles asexual people may go through. Who knows if we could've settled our differences over all that pain from us both being different from the norm growing up.
"She has so many unresolved issues..." he corrected himself. "I don't know how she would bear with it. It would destroy her." He looked at me with a pleading look. I put my legs on the carpet, sitting on the bed facing him, covered only by a blanket. Given that I was naked, I felt it would be better for him if I am to stay like this. I could see he had a storm in his head. I myself remember times when I was just slowly admitting to myself I might be gay and the turmoil within me. I wanted to give him all the time and space he needed, all the compassion and understanding he craved, when he was now spilling all the guilt inside of him.
"You know", he said with a sad smile "that vibrator you saw then. It was the reason I told her. I think at that time we tried our best to make up to each other for our lack of sex, thinking we need to please one another. So, one evening we saw some film or something, where a young couple used a vibrator to spice up their sex life, and I don't know which one suggested it, but it was just one of those things. I suppose we did it because we thought it was expected of us. Anyway, it was a disaster; the first time we both did it for the other. But when we tried it the second time I broke down crying, telling her the truth. That night we spent the whole night talking about it, about us. And that morning when we laid there I was really intimately happy. That morning I asked her to marry me."
Even though he was mentioning sex with my sister, I didn't care at all. All I heard was the pain in his words and his loneliness. Maybe my idea of `cold and lonely' is very different from theirs, and that's why I disregarded all those fond gestures, caring and knowing one another. They lived platonically, but they may have had a stronger bond than I thought. It may feel cold and lonely just because there was no sexual connection, one which I so value and connect with relationships. This talk of his uncovered much for me. But still, it didn't tell me anything about one thing: What are we? Me and Nathaniel?
"Nathaniel. Please come here." I reached out my hand to him.
"I worry that if I come to you, I'll kiss you", he said in a whisper.
"Then kiss me."
"Please, don't do this to me."
I let my hand down. "I will leave tomorrow."
He looked at me with an expression of shock, like such a possibility was non-existent and I just broke the Universe. The fear and sheer terror in his eyes, I couldn't bear it. I stood up, the blanket falling to the floor. He looked at my naked figure, frozen on the spot. I came over to him, taking his face into my hands.
"Nathaniel. If it helps you, if all you wish for, is returning to your old happy life, with Ashley, I will leave and never come back. I will wish you all the happiness you can take. But if there is a chance you would spend your life regretting that decision, tell me now."
"How could I know, Rick? Before I met you, I was a happy asexual man with an amazing, caring wife. How can I know if I will be able to go back? Fuck, I know I won't! I don't know if I've always been gay, so far in closet I myself didn't know. Do you know how many times before you I smelled another man's cum? None! All I know now is that I'm confused, hungry for more and ashamed for what it would do to her if I won't stop. I have no idea what to do now."
"Stop this." I pointed my index finger to his forehead. "You are spiraling. Let go. Breathe."
"Fuck you!"
"We can try that, too." I smirked at him.
He looked at me speechlessly. "I am so tired." He laid his head on my shoulder.
"I know." I caressed his hair and embraced him.
"You are smelling my neck boy, aren't you?" I could feel his dick twitch, and at that comment, I decided to act on it. Not because I didn't care what he was saying, but I realized he was guilting himself in a downward spiral and there seemed no end to it. I wanted to change his thoughts.
He raised his head, probably to hold himself back. "Don't stop boy." I whispered in his ear.
He looked at me. Then his eyes grew bigger, sniffing the air. "You are turned on."
"That fucking nose of yours." I had to smile a little. It was true. I don't know how he does it, but it was true that at that moment, my dick sported semi and started growing. "How do you do it?"
"You suddenly changed the smell. I can't help it."
"You can't help it?!" I said with a suggestive smile. "Then don't help it, Nate." Maybe I shouldn't have said that, but at that moment I somehow selfishly wanted him to want me.
"Rick, please." He said that in a soft whisper. It made me twitch. This 6 feet, 2 inches tall man, over 200lbs of muscle, is whispering in such an erotic deep voice, cos he cannot contain his need for me. VI was getting mad with lust. I needed to play this game to the end. I needed him badly. Now.
"What exactly are you asking me for, Nathaniel?" My hands on his back pulled him closer to me, my hand slid over his round ass, cupping it and moving towards its center. I raised my other hand behind my head, exposing my armpit. "This?" I then looked at him deeply and moved my hand from his butt, taking his hand and guiding it to my hard cock. "Or this?"
He started breathing shallowly. "Please stop." His eyes were already a bit foggy, lips parted in his silent whisper.
"I can't help it, Nathaniel; you are driving me crazy. If you really want me to stop, I need you to leave or push me away." I looked at his parted lips. "If you don't push me away now, I will kiss you", I whispered softly.
He breathed out, and in a swift move took my head and kissed me hard, releasing all of his hunger onto me. He sucked my tongue, bit my lips, and stroked my cock while pressing himself onto me with nearly desperation. I wanted to lower my hand when he caught it and launched onto my armpit, licking it all over while bathing in it.
"Fuck you, you fucker." he said in growl in between licks and then shoved me onto bed, kneeling in front of my leaking cock. He took a long, hungry lick all over my shaft, breathing it in. After he completely soaked it with his spit, he raised my legs and looked at my balls, cupping them in his hand, slowly feeling them. He then slowly licked them. This sweet torture was taking its toll on me, and my cock was leaking so much, my body shaking like I was the one only recently deflowered.
"Take them in your mouth boy." He looked at me like a curious teenager exploring new possibilities. He was so cute right now. That's when I realized I don't even know if he's younger or older, and I kept calling him `boy'. He must have been at least 33-38, by the looks of him. Seeing him taking my balls in his mouth, I hoped he would be older. Me taking his pussy and calling him my boy would make it much hotter for me. The idea of this man and all those things I would like to do to him were playing over and over in my head as his tongue treated my balls to a tender, sensuous bath.
"There is one place you still haven't visited boy." He looked at me, with a raised eyebrow. I raised mine with a suggestive look. He got the message.
He looked genuinely surprised. "I thought you are a top."
"Well, firstly, you never asked. I can bottom, but you are right, I prefer to fuck my boys. Still, I and many tops, never refuse nice rim job. I am a hedonist and love all kinds of pleasure boy. The question is if you want to try it."
He didn't answer---well not by words. He leaned in and brushed his face on my inner thigh all the way to my spread cheeks and took a shy breath in through his nose. After that, he dove in like a starving man. I screamed from surprise so loudly that someone outside must have heard me. I held his head and in bewilderment and laid back, receiving one of best rim jobs, ever. He licked it hungrily, forcing his tongue nearly to my stomach and making deep, circular movements, taking me all in. Damn, I was glad for my thorough clean-up in the shower before. I moaned like a bitch and the only expressions I was able to get out of me were grunts, growls and profanities, followed by "Eat me, Fucker! Eat that hole, fuck!"
When he looked me in the eyes and I saw him there, I was lost into oblivion, crazy with lust. He put finger inside, reaching my prostate all while rimming my entrance.
"Fuck! More!" I growled. He smirked and put another finger inside me.
"Fuck, you little marvel; if you're this good at rimming me, I may even really let you fuck me....", I said when he took a rest and just slowly fingered me, looking deeply into my eyes.
"How many times have you been fucked, boy?" Did he just call me boy? I started to think if I minded the switch in roles, and when he must've seen it in my expression, he returned to his work of art even harder and deeper, now with two fingers in. I screamed and the fog spread throughout my brain.
"I asked you a question, boy." He said and suddenly stopped it all. I growled with disappointment and need.
"Don't stop, Nate."
He put back the fingers and painfully slowly started teasing my button. "How many?"
"Fuck.. Damn I don't know; I haven't counted, man."
"Give me estimate guess, baby." Who the fuck is this man?
"Fuck... maybe five or six." I screamed out
"Good boy. Thank you." And he went all in. Not only did he manage to rim and finger me at the same time, but he took my nipple in his other hand and started teasing and twisting it. I started shaking and thought I will cum hands-free, but as I was on the edge for too long without relief, it started to feel close to unbearable. I reached for my cock, but Nate's hand intertwined his fingers with mine and raised himself over me. When I saw the state of his face, I went full-on autopilot, reached for him and kissed him like I'd never kissed anyone before. He let go of my hole and my hand and embraced me in the same kiss, himself. We were making out like this for eternity, never wanting to let go, our dicks smearing precum all over one another.
Then Nate raised himself and looked at me passionately in the dim light from bathroom. I knew what he wanted before he asked.
"Take me, Nathaniel."
"Are you sure, Rick?"
"If I'm not sure now, I never have been or will be again."
He raised himself off the bed. With an intense look deep into my eyes, he started slowly removing his clothes, leaving them fall on the carpet. When he was finally naked, he asked where I kept the lube. I told him, and he found it. He applied generous amounts on his shaft, stroking it as his leaking dick was standing at full mast in front of me. He came onto the bed covering me with his body and kissed me again with a slow, burning passion. While doing so, he spread my knees apart, moving himself carefully at my entrance. I braced for the pain, but the gentleness of his invasion was breath-taking. He slowly inserted himself in small, patient thrusts, and soon all of his seven and a half inches were inside me, all while Nate was passionately kissing me and looking at my expression. Every time he saw even the slightest flinch, he immediately backed up a little, and evermore slowly came back.
The thing is: I had never in 20 years of having sex, never had I made love. Even though until this moment, I thought I had. I see myself as a good, caring Top with the right `edge'. It may seem I am too self-assured, but many satisfied men came back for more for me to think anything else. But the huge difference is that I fuck, but Nate fucking makes love. I was expecting an inexperienced, near-virgin, and instead this god took me and made me his in the most fulfilling way I never thought was possible.
When he was all in, he breathed deeply and bowed his head on my shoulder as if to restrain himself.
"Nathaniel..." I caressed his face. He looked at me, smiled and kissed me.
"I don't know how long I can last. You are so tight its nearly painful; it's maddening."
"You can fill me, Nathaniel. I am yours." I whispered, taken in by the moment.
"Not yet, baby; I want to enjoy you." He kissed me and smiled. He should smile all the time. The view of him smiling is one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. He kissed me again and started moving. Kissing me and licking my neck, my ear, my shoulder, and my pit. Slowly increasing tempo, we were both at the absolute edge. I thrust back at him. Even the occasional pain I felt hadn't slowed our tempo now. He stopped suddenly, shaking slightly and just kissed me, looking into my eyes. I embraced him and rolled my body on top of his. He caressed my thighs as I towered over him. I slowly moved in circles while he traced my butt with his hands and reached for my pulsing cock.
"I wish I could suck you now." I am not sure if he said it to me or to my cock as his eyes were fixed on it. He spat into his hand and started stroking it in sync with my trusts.
"I am coming, Nathaniel!" I felt my balls tighten under his hand and as I was reaching the edge, I started to erratically ride him fast. His hand sped as well, while his hips were thrusting beneath me, making me nearly crazy with pleasure.
"Give it to me, baby." As he said this, I squeezed my glutes and continued to move with his thrusts. He closed his eyes, feeling his balls get ready to explode.
"Look at me as you come, Nathaniel." He opened his eyes, and I came so hard we both shook for a while, he cumming in me while screaming. I slowly came back to the present moment and saw his lips as well as his neck sprayed with my cum. I bent to him and licked his Adam's Apple, eating it slowly upwards to his lips, ending up kissing him deeply, exchanging my cum with his open, hungry mouth.
I was still hard as a rock and barely breathing. The exhaustion in him was palpable; I knew from the look on him he was just slowly coming back to his senses. I laid down next to him, resting on side, my head supported by my hand. I just watched him, waited for him, bracing myself for his disappointment now, when his balls no longer drained his brain.
"Are you ok?" He looked at me with concern.
"Are you ok? I asked quietly.
"You look troubled; I was worried I hurt you." He said caringly, pressing his palm on my cheek. "How you feel?"
I smiled with relief. "Don't you worry, Nathaniel; I am royally satisfied." He chuckled on that sentence. He was so cute, I had to slowly pull him into my arms as we laid, embracing tightly and kissing gently.
"I feel so sleepy now", He said in whisper and slowly drifted to sleep.
"Sleep, Nathaniel." I caressed his messy hair and just laid there, holding him in my arms, filled with his cum and puzzled over events of these past few days. I was going to stand, clean us up and turn the light in bathroom off, but I don't even know how, I must have fallen asleep, too.
I woke up some time later. I was cold, but only on half of my body. Nathaniel laid on the other and I was bewildered, realizing I had been able to sleep with someone else touching me. That's a first for me. Even when I was living with my exes, we never slept embraced. I can't sleep when someone is touching me. Well, at least I thought I couldn't.
I raised up and covered Nate's legs with the blanket. I felt something sticky on his chest. I went to bathroom. On my way out, I took a towel and wet it with warm water. I sat gently on the bed next to him and looked at him for the longest time before wiping my cum of of his sleeping body. He raised his eyelids slowly and smiled at me sleepily as he brushed his fingers on the back of my hand in a weak, loving gesture. I returned the smile and went to turn off the light, leaving the cum-soaked towel on floor.
I came back and stood there for a moment. I thought if I if I could go back to sleep or not. Looking at the clock realizing its only after 3am I laid next to him and stroked his hair in the darkness.
What will we do now? Man, I am seriously smitten with you.
I fell asleep again after a while.
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