MY SISTER MARRIED A MASTURBATOR by Roland Spildew
-------------------------- 1. This story is erotic fiction. If you read it you will be exposing yourself to depictions of homosexual acts and thoughts intended to arouse the reader. Don't read it if such literature is illegal for you to read in your state or country or if such literature is offensive to you. 2. The characters are fictional and do not depict any actual person, living or dead. 3. If you like the story, you might also like my personal, non-commercial web site where I have some pictures, stories and thoughts devoted to the subject of masturbation: http://fetish.maleserver.com/solosex/ 4. I welcome comments. Email me at spildew@hotmail.com. I'd love to hear what you think. 5. Copyright 2002 by Roland Spildew. -------------------------
It came about because Sam, my brother-in-law, caught me twice in one day.
I was just out of high school and working for him that summer as a kind of grunt and gofer at his landscaping and gardening business. And I loved to jack off and did it on average twice a day. And also working there was another kid my age, Mark, who tied me in knots with his perfect body and the sweetest teen smile I would probably ever see. Mark had a minimum of six girls coming after him at all times, and he gave them plenty of encouragement. So I figured he was straight, but that didn't keep my cock from going woody whenever I was around him.
So one day I was in a bathroom that didn't have a door yet in the new house whose grounds we were working on. I thought I'd be able to hear anyone coming, but I didn't hear Sam and he caught me cock in hand and completely gone in my masturbatory bliss. As soon as I saw him, my face went beet red and he laughed. "Finish up then get back to work," was all he said and walked away.
That evening came over to my parent's house for some reason, where I was still living, and he walked in on me in my bedroom just after I had taken a shower, dried off but bare-assed naked on my bed, eyes closed and sweetly stroking myself when I heard his voice. "Shit, you never get enough do you."
Once more I went red. Once more he laughed.
A couple of years later I had my own apartment. I was going to the city college and working part-time in the campus book store. My parents lived on the other side of town, and my sister and Sam were a little closer, but still a good distance.
One Sunday Sam dropped by my place. I was jacking off, of course, but he didn't catch me that time. I heard the car door slam and had my jeans up before he got to the door.
He acted kind of nervous which is unusual for him. I got us both beers, wondering what he wanted and figuring it was some sort of family business though I couldn't imagine what. Finally, after weather talk and football talk, he got to the subject.
"Listen, I need to ask you about something," he began. I nodded. "It might sound kind of weird, but I think you'll understand if I can explain it right."
"Well everything's ok? Sis is ok? The kids?"
"Oh yeah. They're great. It's not anything that's wrong...well, maybe it's a little wrong, but not really..."
I decided just to be silent and let him get to it in his own way and time.
"I mean, your sis and I, we got a great marriage in so many ways and I love her like crazy and I know we'll always be together."
I nodded.
"But there's this one thing that's not really so great and I think you can help me out."
This was when I thought it might have something to do with sex. And because I wasn't out to my family, including Sam, I wondered if he had figured it out and then....well I didn't know. I was just kind of nervous myself. I nodded again.
"I'm pretty sure you understand about a man's drives, a man's needs, right?"
"Yeah, I guess...but like which ones exactly."
"Sex."
I kept my face blank.
He continued, "I know you got a pretty healthy sex drive, right? I mean I caught you doin' it twice that one day. I know I heard you in the bathroom a few times too that summer. What I'm sayin' is a man's got to get his rocks off now and then, right?"
I felt some relief. "Yeah. Of course. Absolutely."
"Well, Shirley. She's not like that. She doesn't care to..."
"I don't need to know details, do I?"
He laughed. "No. I mean. She just doesn't like to do it all that often. Not as much as I do. Or you do, for that matter."
"Ok. I gotcha."
"Ok. So what am I gonna do. I love her. I love my family. I don't want to get in some...you know. I don't want to cheat on her or anything like that...y'know?"
"Right. And that's great. Sure."
"But at the same time I need more than a five-minute jerk in the bathroom in the morning. I mean, you can understand that, right?"
"Yeah, of course. I..." I started to tell him how I had really come to indulge myself since I got my own place, but decided just to let him do the talking.
He looked at me for a second. "You really do know what I mean, right? You don't just do some little quick jerk off and let it go at that, right? I can just tell it about you, Nickie. I know you got some porno stashed around here somewhere and I know you really give yourself a really good time sometimes. I know it, ok? Don't try to deny it."
"I wouldn't. I'm not. You're right. I probably spend more time at it than I should."
"I've wondered about that. I mean, you ought to have a girlfriend ... but that's none of my business."
"Yeah, well. Yeah. It isn't."
"Anyway, I thought since you and I both understand this, both like to do it and there's no harm in it, I thought I'd propose a deal."
"Yeah?"
"I don't have any privacy at home, right? Three little ones and a wife. There's just no place where I can go and kind of spread out for an hour and give myself a little satisfaction like."
"No. I can see that."
"I was hoping you would let me use your place once in a while when you're at school or work, you know? I mean I'd pay you a little 'cause I know you students are always needing a little ready cash. Plus, I really like the porno, you know? And I'd just leave it over here and you could use it yourself if you wanted..."
"Wow. Hell yeah. That'd be great. I don't even have to think about it." And we made some arrangements so that he could be at my place while I was in class or at work which was in the late afternoon.
The minute he left, I had my cock out, thinking about it, excited about it. Up to then I hadn't thought of Sam in that way. I didn't consider him my type which was smooth, slight, wiry like myself. Sam was a pretty big guy, somewhat hairy and not really the type of man that caught my eye at a gay bar. But as soon as I knew he was going to be jacking off in my house, on my sofa I was completely hot for the guy. I laid back with my cock in my hand, working the good feelings up and with my eyes closed tried to visualize what he must look like naked, what kind of cock he had, how he masturbated and what he looked like when he did it. My cock felt so fine as my hand did its rhythmic stroke and my mind played with images of my naked brother-in-law, jacking his cock in his office, stroking it in his chair behind his desk, in bed with a morning woody, in the shower, jacking on the toilet, or taking a leak behind a tree then doing a quickie when he was out on a landscaping job. In my mind's eye I saw him in every conceivable setting of his life finding a way to masturbate. My cock oozed precum as my mind oozed fantasies. It built my cock up to the heights of orgasm and it felt so good I went over into it and I shot a hot sticky load all over my chest and stomach.
A couple of weeks later I came home to a new 27" TV and a new VCR. I had a chest of drawers where he started building this library of porn tapes, some of which I even enjoyed because I could get hot watching an attractive man fuck someone. There were a couple of lesbian tapes which didn't do anything for me, but I didn't let him know that. I never actually got to see him though. But I could often tell he had been there because there would be a slight odor of sex hanging in the air--the smell of Sam, his sweat or something. I would put on the tape I thought he had been watching and jerk off to it.
When the semester was over my schedule changed, as I knew it would. I could now be home during that late afternoon time when he usually came over. So I started putting a tape in the VCR and dropping my jeans around my ankles and playing with my cock, hoping he would walk in on me.
It took two or three days, but it finally worked. I heard the key in the door and in he strode in, then suddenly stopped when he saw me and saw what I was doing.
Awkward silence. Then, "Sorry. I didn't know you were home today."
I had pulled my pants up since I could see he was a little embarrassed. "My schedule is changing," I explained. "Anyway, it's no big deal, is it? I mean I thought you might show up, but I just figured so what, y'know. We both know we're doing it, so it's no big secret or anything."
"Right," he said. Pause. "I got a new tape."
"We could both watch it, couldn't we?'
"Yeah. I guess so."
"I'll get us a couple of beers. Why don't you put it in."
He did and we got settled. I let him take the couch and I sat in the easy chair. As the tape got going I was hoping he would start playing with himself, but he didn't. I started rubbing myself through my jeans, and he ignored it. Finally I said, "I hope you don't mind, but I only look at these things for one reason. And if I'm not jacking off, I get bored with them."
He nodded and grinned. I unbuttoned and pulled my jeans down a little, put the elastic part of my briefs under my balls and started fondling my dick.
I thought sure he would follow my lead, but he didn't. He just sat there watching the tape like it was an ordinary movie. I was starting to feel uncomfortable, but I had already exposed myself, so I just kept going. I was even starting to get a little kind of charge out of it--a fully dressed brother-in-law on the couch and myself letting my sexual works all hang out, working my cock with my hand and gradually getting more and more into it. I pushed my jeans farther down below my knees and pulled my t-shirt up, trying to feel easy with myself and what I was doing.
I didn't look straight at him, but just out of the corner of my eye. I never caught him looking at me. My left hand was playing with my balls. My right hand was playing my cock so well and it was feeling incredibly good. When I saw the big-dicked guy on the screen sink his shaft into that pussy I let out a little groan.
That must have done it. The next minute he was standing and shedding his clothes, going for complete nudity. "You're right," he said. "There's only one reason for watching these things, and we might as well enjoy ourselves, right?"
"Absolutely."
And there he was, absolutely, nakedly, all man with that hair swirling around his nipples and down the center of his chest and stomach to his pubic bush. His cock was a nice size, maybe a little bigger than average, but his hand was big too so it didn't look like anything remarkable.
It didn't look like mine, in other words.
I got a fat, 9 inch cock on a slight little hairless body. And my hands go with my body so they're not huge. Consequently my cock, which is big in any case, looks fucking enormous when you look at it against what it's attached to and against the little hand that's jacking it.
"Holy shit," Sam said, finally looking for a moment in my direction as I got completely naked too. "I never realized."
"What?" I said, all innocent.
"You're fucking huge!"
I moved my hand away so we could both get a good look.
"And it's so fat. The head is almost too small for it."
That was true. I had a huge shaft, but the head was sort of ordinary-sized.
"You're one lucky kid, Danny. Everybody says size doesn't matter, but don't believe it."
"Yours ain't so bad," I said.
"It's ok. But it's not in your league. I mean I'm not ashamed of it or anything. And I've always satisfied any woman that I slept with. And it has sure given me many years of pleasure. But to be honest, I've never seen, I think, even in these pornos, anything as impressive as what you got there. Damn."
"Thanks. I don't know what to say." I started slowly jacking it again. "I guess it's just like yours, though, in that it gives me lots of pleasure."
"I bet as much as you probably play with it, it probably does. I don't blame you. If I had an instrument like that, I'd be playing with it all the time too."
We went back to watching the tape, then out of the blue he said, "I hope I don't sound like a queer or anything."
"No. Of course not."
"It's just that it's so big and I hadn't realized."
"It's cool man. Besides..." but I didn't know whether to go on.
"Besides what?"
"Well, I just like masturbation so much..."
"Yeah?"
"I kind of get turned on...not just at the sight of sucking and fucking...I get turned on by that too, but I also get turned on by somebody masturbating...the act of masturbation...anybody masturbating...it gets me hot."
He didn't say anything for a minute. "Ok. Since we're confessin' our secrets? I'm like that too. I'm thinkin' I'm some kind of weird pervert cuz I really, really like jackin off. I mean you wanna know the truth? I'm glad Shirley doesn't wanna fuck all the time, cuz I'd rather masturbate. It's weird, huh. Do you think it's sick? I mean that a man would rather jack off than fuck? It's gotta be."
"Well, if it is than we're both sick bastards, because I feel the same way. I mean I like holding someone and kissing and all that. I love that stuff in fact. But that seems like a different part of me. When it comes to satisfying my cock, I'm the only one who truly knows how. And my fucking cock needs a lot of satisfying."
"Shit! I know exactly what you mean."
"And when I watch a guy who really knows how and loves to satisfy his cock, I love seeing it. I love watching him. I just feel like we're brothers or something."
"I never watched a guy jack off before."
"Want to?" I asked, holding my breath.
"Oh yeah."
I moved my chair around so we were facing each other. The video continued on in the background, the men grunting, the women groaning and screaming. And we would watch them now and then, but mainly Sam and I watched each other. It was one of the most incredible masturbation, hell sexual, experiences of my life. It was like music and we were both singing it together, kind of a great harmony.
He was so expert with his cock, using all kinds of strokes and adjusting them minutely to get just the feeling he wanted. And when the feelings came I could see them moving, playing through his body, the way it moved and shuddered, the way his toes would curl, the way his chest and abs would tense and relax. Whenever he would near the edge, his breathing would become shallow--almost stop. Then he'd bring himself off the edge and start breathing normally again. Sometimes his face looked like he was completely transported, off in another place. His eyes might close, or they might be opened, but they were looking inward at that center of tension-and-release, that inner state of being that is like a quiet ecstasy, but also potential ecstasy, a fulfillment that isn't yet fulfilled.
I describe these things from many years later. I was not yet at his level on that day. I knew I loved to masturbate but I hadn't learned anything like his control, nor his strange, beautiful inwardness. As he moved himself in and out of these various states, watching me jack off, watching the porno, watching himself, I, watching him, simply lost control. I came very early on, shooting wildly into the air and getting drops of semen on both of us.
He didn't say anything. He just kept jacking and I loved the sight of it so that I never stopped playing with my cock, and it was soon hard and I was back in full masturbation mode again. And though I promised myself that I wouldn't come until after he did, it wasn't long before my control left me again and my jizz shot once more. It felt even better the second time I think. The semen went on my chest and belly and I let it lay there in white puddles that began to run off either side of my body. I just let them. I liked the way it felt.
But I could see that there was no way he was ready yet. My cock did not rise so quickly this time, but I didn't leave. I kept my hand on my dick and continued to watch him and gradually my cock returned once more to tumescence. And probably because I had come twice already, I was able to keep from coming so quickly again. And this third time, I began to approach what was going on within his universe. It would happen when he would lock eyes with me. The fact that he was in that ecstatic edgeing state was so clear to me when I looked at, into, his eyes, and I could feel it somewhat in myself, like the top of my head was moving away from me, like my cock and the beautiful electric waves emanating from it washed over and through me.
I was dying to cum again, but I was so in tune with him now I wouldn't...I actually had some control at last, or was it that he had the control? That's how it felt to me I think. I was following him and he was taking me in and out of these states of feeling, but he wasn't letting me come and god I wanted to so bad. More and more. Oh, I ached with it. I think it was on my face, wanting to do it, practically begging for it. But the master of cock masturbation wasn't ready yet. Or didn't want to be ready yet, so I held back. I would take my hand off my cock frequently since that was the only way I could keep from going over the edge. He never took his hand off his cock. He just played it with this repertory of strokes he seemed to have, knowing when to squeeze hard, knowing when to touch lightly, but never stopping.
I don't know how long we went. I was in this realm of my senses and time didn't exist. And I loved it. But at the same time I wanted desperately to come which would bring time back hard and fast.
And at last he looked in my eyes once more and said, "now."
My cock and my head exploded with the climax which erupted in a sudden whoosh. For an instant I was completely gone then came back to myself and saw that Sam was still in the last ragged stages of his orgasm which he must have prolonged somehow because I thought his had started before mine had.
I came that third time more than I had the first two, though it was a very runny, thin kind of semen. Sam had thick white gobs on his chest, and on the hairs of his chest and in the hairs of his pubes.
I waited for him to open his eyes, then I said, "I've never experienced anything like that before in my life."
"Yeah. That was a really good one." he said, then got up and went to take a shower.