My Lover's Brother
Lester and I have been lovers for the past twenty years. We have a strong relationship filled with love, sex and good living; absolutely nothing to complain about. We are honest and open with each other. We don't sneak around on each other, but we are also realistic. We know that men, all men, have a wanderlust when it comes to sex. Let's face it, sex, even after twenty years, can be full and rewarding with the person you love, but it does lack that certain spark of electricity that come with a fresh piece of meat. So whenever either of us gets that itch for something new and different we both set about finding just the right person to share a bed with both of us and we do some serious scratching. Also since each of us goes out of town on an occasional, but extended, business trip we also know that temptation does cross one's path, and since under the circumstances the other partner is not around, we've agreed, then its permissible so long as all the details are shared with the other partner. Those stories never fail to heat things up to a fever pitch and great sex always follows. It may not work for everyone, but it sure works for us.
Lester is an attorney for a multinational corporation and about three or four times a year he has to go to various places around the world. When I can I go with him, but this time since it was an 8 weeks assignment and in the middle of winter I stayed home. I sure he isn't horny. He's in Portugal and the guys there all seem to be hung thick and terminally horny. For not much more than a night on the town and cab fare, they are spend a half hour or so letting hungry American cock suckers feast on their sturdy sticks. I know because Les and I spent a couple of weeks there in April about 5 years ago and we'd shared a number of hot studs. I'm looking forward to the tales of his adventures when he returns. I'll also have a hot story of my own; it will either make him super hot or turn him off totally. See what you think.....here's the story.
Lester has a baby brother, Rick, who is 16 years younger than he. Being the unexpected baby of the family Rick was indulged, spoiled and always forgiven his many indiscretions. As a result, now at 24 he still hasn't "found himself." The fact that he's one of the most handsome men I've ever seen doesn't help matters. He's always been able to find women willing to support him, put up with his shit and forgive his wayward nature. The killer is that rarely do they dump him, he usually walks away when something better comes along. On the rare occasions that he does get turned out he generally ends up with his family until he meets another willing victim.
The last we'd heard from him, he was living on South Beach in Miami, "working" as a bouncer in a bar owned by his latest meal ticket. So I was hardly expecting him when the apartment buzzer bleated and Richardo, the doorman announced that Rick was in the lobby.
He was family so of course I told Richardo to send him right up. I knew Rick had no idea that Lester was away and I was sort of hoping, though I really knew better, that he might not want to stay. I really was not in the mood for company. Though I really miss Lester whenever he's away, I also enjoy the opportunity for some alone time. Nevertheless Rick's family, so what can you do. I guess I just knew this wasn't going to be a short visit. Whenever "the baby" showed up unannounced on a family doorstep you could safely wager he was between women, which portended an extended stay.
Of course my suspicions were correct. He came through the door laden down with a back pack, two duffles and an overnight bag.
"Hope you don't mind if I stay a couple of weeks," he said with the most charming grin he could manage. "I've been left high and dry." I turned out that he'd been in town a few days. He'd followed some new woman up here, but the romance and starlight they'd achieved in the tropic breezes of Miami Beach quickly disappeared in the oppressive humidity of a City Summer. She'd dumped him and he needed "a place to crash" until something better came along. Did I also mention that Rick is very good at burning bridges, so there was no chance he could go back to South Beach and resume where he'd left off.
Like a good brother-in-law I told him the guest room was his as long as he needed it. He gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek and only then did he bother to inquire about Lester.
"So is Big Bro working late tonight?'
"Actually he's been in Portugal for the past six weeks and won't be back for another two."
"Shit. You must be lonely. Not to mention horny." he said giving me a wink and a leer. "Well I can help you out with the first, but your on your own with the second."
"Do you think you'll still be here when he gets back?" I was hoping he'd say no, but again you have to behave with family. "I know he'd love to see you."
"I should still be here in two weeks. It'll probably take me that long to line up something else." He gave me a knowing grin and another wink. "Mind if I grab a shower? I sure could use one about now." He sniffed at his right pit and wrinkled his nose.
I couldn't help but laugh. He was charming and better looking than he had a right to be. His face was beautiful, there's no other word, making him appear to be in his late teens rather than mid-twenties. Not a blemish, not a hint of acne. His eyes were bluer than a crisp Autumn sky and his flaxen blond hair was cut short and spikey. He would have stood out in an Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue, no lie. Now Lester is very good looking, but even at his best he was a distant second to his brother in the looks department. Oh, did I mention the body? Muscles, but not too much, just enough. He's just 6' with strong solid legs and a chest any woman or gay man would love to lick. He also had one hidden asset which I'd seen when he was only a developing teenager, it showed great promise back then, but now if the bulge in his jeans were any indication, well let's say he was packin' heavy. Lester's no slouch in that department either with 7 thick solid inches, so Rick comes by it naturally.
I said to him, "nothing has changed since your were here five years ago, nothing much can in a New York apartment. You know where the guest room is, the linens are fresh. You know where we keep towels and you know where the bathroom is, make yourself at home or do you want me to bathe you."
He got up and was headed down the hall but he stopped, turned around, gave me one last wink and said, "no, but I'd bet you'd like to," before he disappeared toward the guest room and bath.
A few minutes later he appeared back in the living room wearing nothing more than a towel wrapped around his waist. I couldn't help but notice that something was pushing the front of the towel a good distance away from his body and I'm afraid my eyes lingered on the spot longer than appropriate. I know he noticed, because he got a shit eating grin on his face as he asked, "you fixin' supper for us or are you taking me out?"
"Neither," I said regaining what dignity I could, "I'm ordering Chinese in."
"Cool. I'll be out of the shower in a bit."
As soon as I heard the showering running I walked to the phone and placed an order for more than enough food to be delivered from our favorite Chinese restaurant. I decided I'd grab a shower as soon as Rick was finished; I'd be ready just about the time the food was delivered. I went down to my room, got out of my work clothes, put on my terry robe and tightened the belt around my waist. I heard the shower stop and a minute or later the bathroom door opened. I came out of my bedroom door and found myself face to face with Rick who was standing in the hall stark naked, drying himself. I couldn't help it, my eyes dropped to his midsection and gasped. The fucker's cock was as beautiful as the rest of him. It was a good fat 5" totally soft and it sort of draped over a perfect pair of large, meaty balls. The head was a work of art, a fleshy pink helmet just asking to be nibbled on. It was the kind of cock used to mold dildos, the kind of dick people pay money to possess, even if only in rubber. He couldn't but help but notice my interest.
"Pretty nice one, that's why I never have any trouble finding a woman to treat me good, not to mention offers from lots of men."
I must have been blushing like a high school girl. I barely whispered as I pushed by him toward the bathroom, "I've seen nicer, including your brother's."
As I closed the door I heard him say, "that's bullshit, I know what Lester's cock looks like and it's not nearly as nice as mine." He was right, but the difference was I loved Lester's cock...I only lusted after the one I'd just seen. I also knew I couldn't go there, the family thing, you know.
By the time I got out of the shower Rick was sitting in the living room watching TV. Though he wasn't exactly naked, he only had the damned towel wrapped around his waist. Fuck it, I didn't bother to dress either. I took as seat at the opposite end of the couch from him wearing only my robe.
"So when's dinner?" He asked.
"Chinese, like I said. It should be here any minute."
Right on cue the door buzzer came alive and I told the door man to sen the delivery boy up. I paid the bill and gave the boy an extra five as a tip. We laid the different boxes and bags on the coffee table and I got up to get plates and something for us to drink. Rick too got up and headed to his room. He returned to the living room just as I was pouring out glasses of Pepsi for each of us. I looked up in time to see Rick reseated on the sofa lighting a joint.
"A little something for the head and appetite," he grinned. "They had the best grass in Miami. This shit's radical Jamaican, right off the boat. Costs $300 an ounce, dealer's price, if you can get it. Take a toke, it'll knock you on your ass."
I hadn't smoked in nearly 6 months. Lester can't smoke because his company does random drug screenings (government contracts and those kinds of things) so I only smoke when other people offer to share, which isn't too often.
We smoked down the joint and then attacked the food as though neither had eaten in a week. Rick hadn't been kidding about the quality of the smoke, I was flat on my ass, my inhibitions nil and as usual when I get stoned, I got horny. Still I wasn't so stoned that I'd put the moves on my lover's brother. If he put the moves on me however. . .
Once we'd eaten all we could we sat back. I looked over at Rick, he produced and lit a second joint. I should have know better, and maybe I did, but I smoked it anyway. As soon as the joint was burnt Rick came up with a suggestion that I no longer had the will power to resist.
"Hey, you guys got any bisexual porno? I'd like to watch a little fuck and suck film and we can both enjoyy a bisexual flick."
"Yeah, we got three or four new ones on DVD," I said.
"Great! Can we watch them.?"
"Sure I'll go get them." Which is exactly what I did, knowing that this was not going to be an ordinary night at home watching videos with the family. I knew where we were headed and I was so turned on by the thought that I was glad my robe had numerous folds to camouflage my growing cock.
The movie I selected, mainly because it had a very hot suck scene involving a supposedly straight guy, his girl friend and her gay brother, was The BI-ways of California. The first two loops were sexy but did not contain action likely to drive anyone over the edge. The first was of the boyfriend and girl friend engaging in some very ordinary fuck action. The second was of the brother working a glory hole at a bus station on his way to visit the couple. The third was the one I'd been waiting for.
I looked over at Rick and from the looks of things he found it has hot as I did. Not only was his cock standing up rock hard, but he was stroking it through the towel material. He saw me looking and said, "the way I see it you have three choices. One, you can leave the room; two, you can watch me jerk off; or three, . . ." He just looked at me and grinned as he pulled the towel apart to reveal what had to be one of the most beautiful hardons I'd ever seen.
"So?" I asked trying to be as cool as possible under the circumstances, "what's my third option?"
"I think you can figure that one out for yourself," he said as he waved his manhood back and forth as if to beckon me to it.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked. When I told Lester about this I wanted it to be clear that I did not go out of my way to seduce his brother, but rather just took advantage of an opportunity presented.
"I have a stiff dick don't I? As long as I cum, it really doesn't matter to me how. You won't be the first guy to swallow this baby," he said as he gave his cock a couple of loving strokes, "but you'll only be the second one to not pay for the privilege. And if you're worried about what Les will say, I don't think you have much to be concerned about. He was the only guy who ever had it for free. I have some ethics, I never charge family."
Now I have to admit I was shocked. "Lester sucked you off? When? How?"
"Remember when you guys gave me a trip up here for my high school graduation. I was here for a couple of months. You had to go out of town for two weeks during that visit. Well while you were gone we got drunk, I got horny, one thing led to another and I got a blow job every day until you got back. I made him swear he wouldn't tell you, because I was afraid you'd freak and I'd be persona non grata around here. Besides I didn't want it to fuck up things between the two of you. So like I said, I don't think you have much to worry about, so if you want it, it's all yours."
Did I want it? In a matter of seconds I was kneeling on the floor in front of him. He spread his legs giving me total access to that beautifully thick slab of meat and those heavy hanging balls. I took it slow, starting out by lapping at his two meaty orbs and then moving up the underside of his shaft, barely touching it with the point of my tongue. When I reached the puckered slit on the pink helmeted head I was rewarded with a sweet drop of crystal man honey. The sweet musky taste drove me wild and I took him to the hilt and proceeded to give him the blow job of his life. I used every technique I'd refined over 26 years of practice. I brought him close to the edge and then eased him back down. Over and over, until I he was writhing with pleasure and begging for immediate release. I didn't want it to end so I refused his pleas and used him to satisfy my oral cravings. Finally he could stand it no longer. He grabbed my head and began to piston himself in and out of my throat. "I not going to let you stop it this time," he panted. But I had other plans. I forced my head away from him and removed his cock, just nanoseconds before I knew he'd erupt. Before he could voice his displeasure I grabbed his ankles, pulled them up and then pushed them back over his body to reveal his pink rosebud to me. Once he got the idea of where I was going he gave me no resistance, grabbing his ankles himself to allow me total freedom to do what was coming next. I dove in and feasted on him. He moaned, he cried, I transported him to sensual paradise. Just when he couldn't stand any more pleasure I pulled his legs back down and returned to the main event. This time I was going for the gusto and in a matter of moments I had him screaming out as volley after volley of his hot white lava flooded first my mouth and then my throat. He must have been super charged because the load came fast and in huge blasts. I milked him until I was certain I'd captured every drop. Only when he was totally flaccid did I release him.
"Wow!" He looked at me and grinned. "Now I know why you and Les have been together 20 years. My brother's no fool."
So what do you think Lester's reaction will be? I hope it's good. Rick is still here and I'm still blowing him at least once a day. He thinks it will be cool to have both me and his brother working on him at once. I know it will be hot, but it all depends on Lester.