Sketching a Man

Strengthening the Bonds

It was right after our first crazy night out with my half-brother, and we were barely able to make it home drunk and exhausted. For the sake of our happy family, we were supposed to spend more time together, and strengthen the bonds between us. What a crap! Why should I bother to care about somebody just because we were begotten by the same father? Even worse, why should I have to share the same room with a moron just because our parents want to move in together?

We directly headed our room –I directly headed our room; Pete was just dragging his drunken body along holding onto me. The moment he entered the room, he took his shoes and jeans off and toppled onto the bed just like a cut tree log. It wasn’t for long when he already started to breathe heavily and even snore. Any problems so far? Nothing except the fact that he was lying on my bed, not his! Trying to keep calm, I approached him to wake him up and send him to his own bed. I stood on his top calling his name loudly and touching his right arm. God! His body was so warm as if he had e fever, and this warmth caused some wiggles in my stomach.

It was the first time I was watching him this closely; I didn’t know he had a hairy body. The white brief he was wearing looked quite sexy on him, revealing the edges of his meat. Was he erect or was this the usual slung form? I had a spontaneous urge to figure it out, and the only way to do it was to touch the bulge, the notion of which made myself have a boner. Then I had some mixed feelings of guilt remembering that he was my half-bother, but he was lying there his thick hairy legs spread wide, with his firm hand clutching his thigh in lust. How far could I go, and going how far was OK for me? I didn’t want to think, but to my shock, I did something even more gross than touching. I slowly leaned over his bulge and took a long deep sniff…

How could I describe the dazzling scent filling my nose? It was the most masculine fragrance I’ve ever experienced, with stinks of sweat, urine, and sperm coalescing into an aphrodisiac. I took one more sniff, and a third one, and a fourth; I think I wanted to take as much as I could fearing I would never again dare to commit this shameful sin. With my eyes blacked out and feeling dizzy due to breathing heavily and horniness, I tried to thrust my nose into his brief between the edge of the fabric and thigh. Added to the perfect manly odor, now my nose was touching his sweaty balls. I suddenly realized that my hands had already unbuttoned my jeans and I was jerking off to the stink of my half-brother. Who could blame me for doing my best to strengthen the bonds between two family members! I was about to gather courage for a whole new experiment involving the tip of my tongue when I heard his deep voice saying:

My Brother’s Hot Friend

“Hi, you must be Jake! I’m Connor, your brother’s friend.”

Hi? Did he really say that ‘hi’ to me? My brother? Do I have one? Yeah, of course you have, you idiot.

“H-hi, Connor. Nice to meet you.” I was heading to the bathroom, and I found the door open. He was in front of the mirror checking his facial shave.

“Yeah, we finally met. Matt talks about you a lot.” Does he really do that? “The car did not start last night, and I had to stay over. The couch in the living room is so comfortable.” Was this ‘thing’ sleeping (probably naked) under the same roof with me, and I didn’t know that?

“Glad you stayed, Connor.” Why did you sleep on the couch? You could sleep in my bed, with also me in it. “Ah, what a bad host I am. Do you need anything?”

“Thanks, man. Just had a shower. I will brush my teeth and get dressed.” You don’t need to get dressed, seriously. “Sure, I will be around should you need something.” Having said that, I could not leave right away but watched him for a while through the slightly open door. His hair was wet dripping drops of water over his shoulders and chest. He had the sexiest stubbly hair a man could ever have. His stuffed chest muscles were covered with real man fur, and he had the biggest nipples I have ever seen on a male body. A line of thick hair travelled down his abdomen, disappearing under the wrapped towel. God, he must be a torture sent to me for my sins!

“Do you want to say something?” He was looking at me to understand why I was staring at his huge naked body.

“Oh, err, yeah, I, actually, I was going to ask if you need a hairdryer. There isn’t one in the bathroom.”

“Would be awesome, Jake!”

“But there isn’t a plug near the mirror, and I have a hairdryer in my room. Would you like to dry your hair there? You can also get dressed there comfortably.” Am I a masochist, torturing myself even more?

“You are the best, dude. OK, let’s go to your room.”

Yeah, let’s go to my room, and along the way, let me think of some kind of an excuse to keep myself in the room with you longer.

Need for Stretch

“Hit me bro, c’mon, hit me right in these hard-rock abs!” Mike was standing in front of me, blocking my way, childishly trying to provoke me to punch him in the guts. “I was in the gym minutes ago, and it was ab day, didn’t count how many crunches I did dude!” To my amaze, he suddenly rolled his t-shirt up and slapped his slightly visible six-packs to even aggravate me more, but all the scenery before my eyes did nothing but turn me on. While holding the t-shirt up with his left hand, he was tightening up his right arm and fist so as to show off. The visible line of vein starting right under the sleeve of the t-shirt travelling all the way down to his fist; only god knew the fiery juice flowing through that thing. The dense fur nest thickening around his belly-button just made you kneel down before him, bury your face into the that soft cushion of male-fiber, and sniff his masculine odor mixed with his seductive deodorant. And the other line of vein on his Adonis, I think it was just pointing to the stack under his pubic hair.

“C’mon you dumb milksop, will you dare to punch me or not?” Then I did what he told me and hit his abs with my right fist as hard as I could just to shut his mouth up. I can say it was quite hard as my fist really bumped into rocks just like he said. Still, what surprised me was not the strength of his six-packs, but the warm, arousing feeling that flew into my stomach the moment my fist touched his hard, fury, and quite heated abs. I wanted more and started to caress and feel his abdomen with my right hand just to get more of his warmth and tickling fur. “Vow Mike, you are really hiding a rock layer down here, I am surprised man!” He was content with my curiosity and interest, and I can’t say he was uncomfortable with my intimate touch and sodomite caress. “Dude, you can’t imagine how hard I work out and how much effort I put to make those killer bumps you yourself are dying to worship right now…”

The Unfortunate Curtain

For as long as I’ve known, I hated shopping, and it was one of those fussy days on which I was desperately looking for a fine pair of “wearable” jeans. After trying dozens of pairs, at last I found a pair whose color and model quite appealed to my style, and I headed for the changing rooms the moment I grabbed the only remaining pair with the proper size. Being in a meaningless rush, I didn’t realize the curtain of the changing cabin was drawn because someone was already in there trying on something. That was the moment when I saw him…

There he stood, not different than the marble statues of ancient Greek gods. That lose shirt on him; if I wore it, it would look like a ridiculous clownish robe-de-chambre on me, but it looked on him as if it were the sexiest item of clothing ever worn! The unbuttoned front of the shirt revealed his adorable chest, with cut but newly-grown hair chest looking so manly. The trail starting on the chest going down just made your eyes to follow the line unconsciously til it appeared in the dark corners of the unbuttoned hot jeans. He was about to wear the jeans, that was obvious, but too bad I didn’t open the curtain before he pulled them up!