Snowed In With Gabe - Part 2 of 3 By Zane McGuire zanemcguire@gmail.com
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"Tell me what you want, Gabe," I continued to whisper. "Just tell me and I'll do it."
"Oh, yes... please... PLEASE... just... suck it, please... please... suck my cock..."
I grinned and leaned close to his ear. "Gladly," I purred.
There was no turning back now! Lust had taken over. I reached down and gently pulled back his sweats, exposing his massive, throbbing cock.
"Whoa," I whispered. I had NO IDEA he was packing a piece of meat like that! It was easily eight inches and SUPER thick. A thick bush encircled it, and as I wrapped one hand around his shaft, I let my other hand cup his lowhanging balls.
He moaned in pleasure and shifted slightly, allowing me to slide his sweats down around his knees. I just had to sit there for a moment and take it all in; here was my hot, horny brother-in-law, laying out before me with a massive erection, begging me (well, SOMEONE) to suck his cock. Did I know it was wrong? Did I know I was taking advantage of a drugged man?
Yeah, I suppose I did, but honestly, how could I resist?
As I leaned down toward the head of his cock, it pulsed slightly, depositing a silky drop of precum. With a tight grip, I slid my hand back and forth along his dick, pushing more of the forbidden cock juice out. I took a deep breath and ran the tip of my tongue along the piss slit, tasting the salty sweetness of his seed.
"Oh god," I moaned, as I was filled with a raw passion. I had never wanted to taste someone's cock as badly as I did right now. I continued to lick the head of his dick, watching as it turned from a deep shade of red to an angry violet.
"Yeah," he whispered, "do it, please... suck it..."
I inhaled sharply and then made my move. Opening my jaw as wide as I could manage, I slid as much of Gabe's cock into my mouth as I could. I felt him instinctively thrust up to meet me.
"mmmmmmmmmmm" he moaned, still out of it.
Oh GOD it was so good. I had never been more turned on in my life. As I worked his fuckstick with all the power I could manage, I rolled his steamy balls around in my hand. I let my other hand wander up under his t-shirt, where I explored the soft downy fur between his pecs and gently tweaked his nipple.
This seemed to cause an electrical reaction in his body as he convulsed slightly, issuing forth a growl. Someone had sensitive nips! I continued pinching them, rolling the tender nubs into hardness. He continued thrusting into my mouth. I continued working his chest. We both were growling in passion.
Things were reaching a fever pitch. Gabe was having the most intense "wet dream" of his life and I was performing fellatio on someone I thought of as an older brother! But I couldn't stop myself. I NEEDED to taste his cum!
I wrapped one hand around his cock and stroked it as I sucked. That seemed to do the trick. His moaning and thrusting increased. I nearly jumped away in shock when I felt his hand resting on the back of my head as he drowsily guided me up and down on his cock.
"Yessssss.... so good...." he slurred. "Almos'....almos' there... suck it..."
As I worked his cock, I glanced at his face and, to my utter surprise, his eyes were open! Still glassy and unfocused, but he was looking right down at me! I wondered what he was perceiving, but I couldn't stop now. I could feel his dick pulse against my tongue and I knew I was about to get a shot of protein that I'd never forget!
"Ungh..." he moaned, closing his hand around the back of my neck and shoving the full length of his cock deep into my throat. I felt a warmth spread against the back of my mouth and instinctively began to swallow. Another blast quickly followed, then another. His glassy eyes began to roll backward in his head and I saw the veins in his neck bulging. Still more cum shot deep into my mouth, and I gobbled it up with ferocity.
Eventually, I felt him start to relax and his hand fell from the back of my neck. He spasmed a few more times as I sucked the last bit of juice from the head. He had fallen back to sleep, his moans of pleasure replaced by gentle snores.
As I pulled his pants back up around his sticky, still hard cock, I wiped my mouth on my sleeve. Reality began to set in. What had I done? Would he remember it? Could I somehow convince him he'd dreamed it?
Those were thoughts for tomorrow. I pulled a blanket over him, turned off the lights and raced to my bedroom, where I finally was able to take out my OWN aching rod and shoot the biggest, hottest load I'd ever shot.
The sweet taste of Gabe's cock and cum were still on my lips as I drifted off to sleep, wondering what was going to happen in the morning...
I awoke the next morning to the sounds of running water. As I wiped the sleep from my eyes and stretched, I glanced toward the bathroom door and found it closed. Steam poured from the crack beneath the door. Gabe was already up and showering.
Glancing at the clock, I was shocked to see it was nearly ten. I hadn't realized I'd slept that long. As realization began to sink in, I wondered what kind of confrontation was awaiting me when my brother-in-law emerged from the shower.
A few minutes later, I had pulled on my robe and was making a pot of coffee when I heard Gabe emerge from the bathroom. As he entered the kitchen, he was rubbing his head with a towel, but was otherwise fully dressed in the clothes he'd been wearing last night.
"Morning," I called out cautiously. "Coffee?"
"Oh, hey," he said. "No thanks. I didn't wake you up, did I?"
"Nah, I shouldn't have slept this late anyway." He didn't say anything, so I kept filling the silence. "Um... so I see your clothes are all dry..."
"Yep."
"Did... uh... you sleep well?"
"For the most part, yeah." I noticed he was avoiding my gaze, and I felt my heart begin to beat. He knew! He had to have remembered, and was probably furious at me for taking advantage of him and couldn't wait to leave!
"How's the hand?"
"Not too bad." He glanced at his palm. "I re-dressed it after I got out of the shower. It wasn't as deep as I thought. It's healing already. Still hurts like a bitch, though."
"Sorry about that."
He shrugged. "Not your fault."
"Well... it kinda is... I mean, if I hadn't gotten stuck in the snow, you never would have had to come and rescue me and then you wouldn't have..."
"Lucky," he said, interrupting me. "It's fine, really."
I nodded and turned my back to him. "I guess, uh, you want to try and get back on the road, huh? I'll get dressed and help you find the lugnuts and we'll get that tire..."
"Nope," he said plainly. "It looks like it snowed another foot overnight and it's still coming down. I'm afraid we're stuck with each other for another day, at least."
I swallowed hard. "Okay. I'm really sorry, Gabe."
I felt his hands on my shoulders, catching me off guard. A shiver ran down my spine. "You need to relax, Luck. You aren't single-handedly responsible for everything bad that happens, you know?" He squeezed gently on my neck, and I had a quick flash to last night, when that same hand was on my neck, forcing me further down on his hard cock. I felt my dick begin to tingle.
"Yeah, um," I pulled away from him, feeling my face go red. "I know, it's just, well... I am sure this is the last place you want to be right now."
"What are you talking about, buddy? Last night was great!"
"It... it WAS?" I couldn't believe my ears. "You mean..."
"Sure! It's been too long since we got a chance to just hang out and shoot the shit. You know, I never had a little brother, and you're a really good guy."
"Oh..." He didn't remember! I was at once disappointed and relieved. "Oh, yeah... me too, Gabe, me too."
"So," he said, clapping his hands, "what's on the agenda for today, buddy?"
"There's probably a game on or something if you want to watch," I said, pointing at the television.
"Sounds good. You got a deck of cards or anything? Maybe we can play poker or something later."
"Only Uno," I said.
"Okay, well Uno's good too." He made himself comfortable on the couch. "I guess I should call Beth and let her know I'll be here for a while. I'm sure she's gonna freak out."
"Yeah."
"I'll make sure I'll tell her I'm in good hands with her little brother, though."
I glanced at him and he was staring at me, smiling. I couldn't help but notice the playful glint in his eye. Dismissing it as a trick of my mind, I just laughed.
"She could probably learn a thing or two from you, Luck." The statement hung in the air, and I felt my face go red again.
"What... what do you mean?"
"Oh, YOU know..." he said, running his tongue along his teeth. "How to take care of a guy. You've got good skills, buddy. It's a shame they've gone to waste for so long."
I felt dizzy. Was he talking about what I THINK he was talking about? "I... I'm not sure what you mean, Gabe."
He just chuckled. "You know... you're a good host. You patched up my hand like a pro, fed me, cleaned my clothes, tucked me in..." he raised his eyebrow. "You'd make some guy a perfect husband."
"Oh," I laughed. "Oh, THAT... yeah, I guess so. Well, thanks for saying that."
"Mm-hmm." I felt him watch me as I crossed the room and awkwardly looked out the window.
"Yep," I said, with an exaggerated sigh. "Snow's still coming down out there."
"Lucky, you okay?" he asked. "You seem a little... nervous today."
"No!" I said, a little too forcefully. "No... I'm just... you know... still waking up."
"You sure that's ALL it is, buddy?" There was something about the way he was looking at me, the way he was sitting on the couch, with his legs spread wide and his arms across the back, that made me tingle inside. I felt like this was the start of a bad porn movie. I HAD to be imagining this, right? "Because, you know," he said, leaning forward slightly. "We've got nowhere to go, and you can talk to me. I've been told I've got a good head... for advice, you know." He smiled slyly.
FUCK, what was happening? I felt disoriented. I knew when a man was coming on to me, but there was no way my straight brother-in-law was doing that. There was no way he'd remembered what happened last night. If he had, he'd be freaking out and angry. Wouldn't he? No, this was clearly just my mind playing wishful thinking games. I shook my head.
"No, Gabe, I promise, I'm fine. Look, I'm gonna... I'm just gonna go take a shower and try to shake off this funk I'm in."
He nodded. "Okay, buddy, sounds good. I'll just make myself comfortable. See you when you get out."
"Okay."
I locked myself in the bathroom and took a deep breath. "Get hold of yourself, Lucky," I whispered. "It's not what you think it is, he's just being Gabe, you are just reading too much into it."
As I stood under the hot jets of the shower and soaked, I reached for the soap. As I picked it up, I noticed it was covered in tiny hairs. Before I could think twice, my mind was transported to twenty minutes earlier, imagining Gabe standing in this very same spot, completely naked, running the bar of soap across his hairy chest, down into that thick bush, under his musky balls, into the dark, furry crack of his ass...
I imagined him taking his cock into his hands, wondering why he'd woken up that morning with foggy memories of getting a blowjob last night... wondering if he'd dreamed it... wondering why it was so much better than any blowjob he'd ever gotten...
I imagined his massive boner springing to life again, as he ran the bar of soap over his shaft, coating it with rich white lather and then taking it into his other hand, milking it gently. I imagined the deep, passionate moans he might have made as his seed spilled out, all over the wall of my shower.
As I imagined this, I ran my hands along the wall, wondering if I could find any trace at all of his spunk. As I did this, I felt my own cock reach it's full length.
"Fuck," I whispered, turning the hot water off and feeling the overpowering chill of cold water splash against me. I nearly yelped as it shocked me back to reality, and my boner began to fade.
"Just fucking calm down," I whispered to myself. "Go out there, make him some breakfast, make some small talk and get through this day without ruining things for your whole family."
After drying off, I slipped into a pair of forest green trunks and wrapped my robe back around me. Opening the door to the bathroom, I exhaled deeply and tried to regain a sense of normalcy.
"Gabe," I said, walking down the hallway, "I'm gonna get dressed and then maybe make some breakfast. Do you like your eggs scrambled or..."
As I entered the living room, my jaw dropped. There was Gabe, laying on the couch, wearing only the snow white briefs he'd arrived in. He had thrown his arm behind his head, the bandaged hand resting carefully against the side of the couch, while his other hand gently worked his giant stiff cock inside his briefs. His eyes were closed, as he softly moaned.
"I can't stop thinking about it, Lucky," he whispered. "I thought I had dreamed it, but seeing how nervous you were this morning, I knew it had to be real..."
"Gabe, I can explain..."
His eyes flew open and he smiled broadly. "I can think of about ten different things I'd rather see you do with that mouth of yours than explain, Lucky."
I licked my lips. "Are... are you sure?"
He chuckled softly as he slid his briefs down around his balls, exposing his solid, throbbing dick. "I don't know, what do YOU think? Does this look like I'm not sure?"
I stood there motionless for a second. Was I dreaming? Was I still in the shower, lost in a fantasy?
"I want you to do what you did to me last night, Lucky. Only this time, I want to be wide awake, so I can experience it completely. And then..." he raised his eyebrows, "I want to know what YOUR cock tastes like..."
My nerves began to fade as a broad smile crossed my face...
TO BE CONCLUDED...