This story doesn't contain any fucking or blowjobs. Some of you may find it incredibly boring. But I think it is very erotic, because it is 100% true.
I met my boyfriend several years ago. We fell in love instantly. We were both still officially in the closet, but after a few months he introduced me to his brother. This story is about my boyfriend's brother.
Now, they two always have been really close, and I hear tell they even played around a lot when they were younger. His brother is married now, but they're still really close.
I was introduced at first as a buddy, and got along great with the brother. After some time, we decided to tell him about us, and he was very accepting. I started becoming closer friends with him. We text a lot, and like any man, he loves to talk dirty. He'd tell me what he wants to do to this girl or that one, and I got to where I'd ask him personal questions, like how big he was, or if he got off today. Often he'd just laugh, sometimes he would answer. Usually I was kidding, and he'd kid right along with me. If I asked for a picture of his cock, he'd say he couldn't send one now, because he had poor service.
I've always thought he's pretty hunky, and by now he knows it. Also, by now I can ask him literally anything. He may laugh, or ignore me, but he won't get mad. So I sent him a message one day. I told him about this fantasy I've had for years. I've wanted to be riding in a vehicle with someone unsuspecting, and just take my cock out and start masturbating, like it was a normal thing to do. Of course, I'm not going to do that if it will make somebody mad, so I asked his permission to do it with him. I told him if he gave me permission now, nothing would be said about it on the day it happened. At first he laughed, he thought I was kidding. After I convinced him I was serious, we talked about it some more. He said it would be weird for him. I told him he didn't even have to watch me, he could just keep driving and ignore me if he wanted. We talked about it several times over the next couple weeks. He never would say it was OK. But I told him all he had to do was say no, and I'd drop it. He wouldn't say no either.
I only get to see him once every month or two. So one day I sent him a message, and let him know I would be visiting soon. I told him I was giving him one last chance to say no, and if he didn't I was going to go ahead with my plan. He replied right away and said "When are you coming?" I took that as a yes!
A few days later, I went to visit. I rode with him while he worked. No mention was made of our previous emails. We just visited like good friends do. I was a little nervous, and wasn't sure how to start. I suppose he wasn't sure if I would go through with it. Finally after riding for an hour or so, he started looking out his window a lot. I felt like he was purposely looking away from me, so I quickly fished out my cock while he wasn't looking. When he turned back he acted like he didn't notice, just made another comment about his work. I was a little nervous, and wasn't even hard yet. I chuckled and said I didn't know if I could even get hard. He laughed, then we continued to visit as if I wasn't sitting beside him with my hardening dick in my hand. He looked all around as he drove, but pretended to not watch me at all, After all, he's supposed to be straight. The acknowledgement he made that I was stroking was mentioning that we were nearing our stop, and I was going to get caught. By that time, I was fully hard, and of course I was super horny. I thought I might finish after our stop, but decided to hurry and finish. Only a few more strokes, and my cum was boiling out the head of my cock and onto my stomach. I had hoped for a good strong shot, but didn't work at it long enough. I was a little disappointed, but I decided I wasn't putting on a show for him anyway, so it was OK. I grabbed a paper towel off the seat and cleaned up. I threw the towel on the floor. I rode with him again the next day and the towel was gone! Hmm, maybe he was just keeping the truck tidy?
I messaged him later and thanked him for letting me have my fantasy. I told him I thought it had done it's job, and he probably didn't have to worry about me whipping it out every time I rode with him. I told him it was awesome he was such a good friend. I doubt may straight guys would consent to such a proposal!
The next time I asked if it suited to ride with him, he said sure! But he said I had to behave. Well, I thought, at least I'll have a hot memory. And he's still my friend. I did behave when I rode with him, and figured that was the end of it. Turned out it wasn't the end of it after all...
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