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"My Friend's Brother" (M/M)
My friend Jason just turned 21 this past weekend. He's really a cute kid: About 5'10" with a slim build which is starting to bulk up from weightlifting. He loves to wear baggy jeans that sit low on his waist, homeboy style. This makes me nuts, because when he unconsciously lifts up his shirt to scratch his belly or something, I can see his Celtics or Hornets boxer shorts underneath. He almost always has a baseball hat over his close- buzzed, light brown hair. Despite the fact that he's really cute, I manage to keep my hormones in check and we have a pretty normal --if superficial friendship. I'm pretty sure he's straight, because he talks about girls a lot even though I've never seen him with one. I feel kind of like an older brother to him, although I am not sure he feels the same way.
The other night, I told Jason that -- since he's 21 now -- I wanted to take him out for a drink or two. Of course he agreed. What newly-legal boy wouldn't jump at the chance to show off his new status.
When the big night came I picked Jason up at his house. He looked really cute in baggy jean shorts and a Nike t-shirt. We went to a fifties-style bar which is attached to one of the local hotels. Needless to say, Jason drank more than I did, and his body couldn't handle it. He got pretty obnoxious, which in a way was good because it kept the girls away. I wasn't looking forward to the prospect of trying to appear interested in them, and -- God forbid -- what if one took a liking to ME?
So after what seemed like forever, but probably wasn't too long, I told him we should be going. Of course he didn't want to, but I poured him into the car and took him back to his house. On the way he started to sober up and got grouchy. It was my fault no girls talked to us, and when I said it was because he drank so much, he said that was my fault too. I told him I did not like this side of him at all. Normally I would have been more easygoing, but I had drank too much too and was getting irritable.
When we got to his house, but he staggered upstairs and flopped on his bed. He lay there face down and started to snore. I followed him to his typical boy's room with sports posters and wrinkled clothes everywhere. I had never been to his house before, and asked him where I should sleep. He mumbled that I could sleep in his brother Keith's room, because he was away at school. I asked him where that was but he started to snore.
Who was Keith? Jason never mentioned a brother to me. Like I said, our conversation was pretty much limited to sports, if we lifted that day, and the girls that occupied his fantasy life. The thought of a slightly-older guy with Jason's looks intrigued me.
I wandered out into the hallway and saw only one other room, which I presumed must be his parents', since he had shushed me on the steps as we came up. Then I noticed that there was another flight of stairs which led up. I followed them, groping for a light switch, and discovered a big attic room. It looked like the room of a college guy... one with great taste. The furniture was black and modern, and the sports and girlie posters of high school had already given way to some interesting prints. A complete set of freeweights, looking well-used and cared for, occupied a large area of the floor in front of a whole wall of mirrors. That was about all I noticed before I spied a single bed in the corner and dove for it, dropping my clothes on the way. I settled into it naked, noticing that it bore the scent of its owner, spicy and masculine, and not strong enough to be unpleasant. I quickly fell asleep to pleasant fantasies about the possibilities of Keith.
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.