âCome on, man. Give me a hand.â
I did. Pulled him up and caught a whiff of his stank. It wasnât stank, really - more like man-smell. Strong man-smell. I couldnât stop myself from growling. The minute I did I blushed, caught, because he was staring at me. Smirking, really, but with a twinkle in his eyes.
âYou gay dudes - Iâm tellinâ ya.â
I looked at him with that âIâm like - what?â look. It didnât work
âDonât even - I caught that. Here, you want to snort up close?â
And then he lifted up his muscled arm, giving me full access to his pit.
I was speechless, even as my cock got a jolt and my own pits dripped a fresh slurry of sweat.
âDude, come on. Ya know ya want to.â Then he stuck his nose under his arm and took a long hard whiff. âFuck - smells good to me, too. Your sister always makes me shower - sometimes twice a day. I miss my own rank.â
It was just us guys on vacation. My sister had been stuck in the city - new-job emergency - and was joining us on the weekend. Heâd volunteered to stay at home but she insisted. The flights had already been booked.
He snorted again, then looked at me with those sun-glassed eyes.Â
His other hand raised up and grabbed me - gently - by the neck and lowered me into his aura. I grabbed on to his waist, steadying myself.Â
âYeah - you gay guys - you luv this shit, donât you?â
I nodded. Breathing in, head spinning. This was my fucking brother-in-law. Then his hand caressed my head.
âOh I know - Iâve always had a few of you dudes tagginâ along.â
I pushed back, looking up, trying to be pissed off or ⌠I donât know - something. Defensive of my sisterâs honor or my community. But he caught the strain of my cock against the board shorts. I wasnât wearing underwear. My horniness was revealed. Then I followed his stare down and saw his own mound impressively growing. Fuck - Iâd seen it before - skinny-dipping, at the gym. But never hard.Â
âDonât be shocked, Stevie. Nothing like some really good head, ya know? And a tight ass? Nothinâ like it.â
I fell back into his stength, this time without his urging.Â
âBesides,â he said, whispering in my ear, rough chin caressing my forehead, âYour sister doesnât swallow.â
âFuck,â I groaned, this time out loud.
âYeah. Knew you would. Fucking knew it. Been watching you watch me, stud. You want some of this, donât ya?â
âUnnnn,â I said, trying to say ânoâ but not being able. Trying to remain non-committal, but failing. He pushed my head into his pit, asserting his frame on mine, going for it now.
âProblem is - since I got married, I ainât got time to hunt down a hot throat or tight ass but I been thinking - maybe I donât got to hunt at all, huh? Maybe all I got to doâŚ.â and he trailed off as my hand searched for his crotch, clutching, grabbing.
Then he stepped back a half step - pulled away, while I was clutching his crotch - unbuckled his shorts and pushed them down. His cock swung out - dark and hiary and ⌠fucking big. Really big.
Then he surprised me - his lips pushed into mine, gently at first, then more assertive. It was a male kiss - not some straight-dude-who-didnât-know-how-to-kiss-a-guy kiss. âI been missing this,â he said, growling, grabbing at my ass, my neck, my pec - all of me.
I let him - my tongue entered his mouth, getting the taste Iâd been thinking about for a long damn time, not caring about the violation of norms - of my sisterâs marriage.Â
âAw fuck,â I grunted, all in now, tasting him. Feeling him.
He just pushed me down, demonstrating his own urgency and need.Â
âYou swallow, donât ya, Stevie?â he said, eyes glazed over, looking at me - pleading almost. I just nodded and then took his cock in my mouth, learning him, nurturing him.
âAw fuck ya,â he said, loudly, the water below us covering the sounds our coupling. He was in me in seconds - deep soon after - but he gave me the time to learn him so that when I took it to the root, I was ready.
âFuck I knew you wouldnât choke like she does,â he grunted, beginning to fuck my throat, gently at first, then more aggressively as he felt me catch my rhythym, adapt to his size and girth. âFuck I knew you would be good,â he grunted, beginning to saw me now.
He grabbed my head as I clutched his ass, pulling him into me - strength showing strength - men in full. His orgasm was quick, but controlled, a deliberate pouring of himself into my gut, pumping and pumping seed that he seemed to have saved while my sister was - what - on the rag - on the new job? I didnât know - I didnât care. This was something Iâd lusted after for a time, then tucked away as he had integrated into our family.
Now - here we were. It felt right, not wrong, even though it was wrong and that just made it hotter than fuck.
âLove this so much,â he nearly howled, pushing one more thrust into me while my eyes watered and I snorted like a bull, taking him, full-bodied now, wantonly showing him my lust.
Suddenly I was up on my feet - heâd yanked me up -Â blood rushing to my head while I gasped for air, then his mouth was on mine, snaking into me, tasting the remnants of his seed and my snot.Â
It was passionate - sweaty, raw. Then he grabbed me, held me, grinding his half-hard cock into my crotch, clutching my ass, gripping my neck and waist.
âYou like to get fucked, Stevie,â he whispered to me, grinding, slowing our rhythm, easing my overwhelming desire.Â
âPlease,â was all I said, gripping his wet dick, which hardened again in my hands. âPlease.â
He held me tight, meaningfully - like a brother can. Then he loosened his grip tenderly, nuzzling my neck, pushing away. His lips brushed mine. I felt his tongue caress my chin. Then he tipped me back. I stumbled. He laughed, stepping out of his shorts and skivvies, which were bundled around his ankles.
âCome on, fucker,â he whooped, sliding down the bank, laughing like a maniac, cock still swinging out in the breeze. âLetâs swim.â
I followed him down, stumbling clumsily, dropping out of my shorts and falling into the cold water behind him. I lunged and he turned, pulling me under the waves, grab-assing my ass and wrestling in the cold ocean.
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