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I would love to taste his spunk…
I would love to taste his spunk…
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“Come on, man. Give me a hand.”
I did. Pulled him up and caught a whiff of his stank. It wasn’t stank, really - more like man smell. I couldn’t 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.
“You gay dudes - I’m tellin’ ya.”
I’m like - what?
“Don’t even - I caught that. here, you want to snort up close?”
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 drippes a fresh slurry of sweat.
“Dude, come on. Ya know ya want to.” then he stuck his nose under his arm and took a long hard snort. “Fuck - smells good to me, too. Your sister always makes me shower - sometimes twice a day. I miss my own rank.”
He snorted again, then looked at me with those sun-glassed eyes.
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.
“Yeah - you gay guys - you luv this shit, don’t you?”
I nodded. Breathing in, head spinning. This was my fucking brother-in-law. Then his hand caressed my head.
“Oh I know - I’ve always had a few of you dudes taggin’ along.”
I pushed back, looking up, trying to be pissed off or … I don’t know - something. Defensive of my sister’s honor or my community. But he caught the strain of my cock against the board shorts. I wasn’t wearing underwear. My horniness was revealed. Then I followed his stare down and saw his own mound impressively growing. Fuck - I’d seen it before - skinny-dipping, at the gym. But never hard.
Fuck.
“Don’t be shocked, Stevie. Nothing like some really good head, ya know? And a tight ass? Nothin’ like it.”
I fell back into stength, this time without his urging.
“Besides,” he said, whispering in my ear, rough chin caressing my forehead, “Your sister doesn’t swallow.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, this time out loud.
“Yeah. Knew you would. Fucking knew it. Been watching you watch me, stud. You want some of this, don’t ya?”
“Unnnn,” I said, trying to say “no” 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.
“Problem is - since I got married, I ain’t got time to hunt down a hot throat or tight ass but I been thinking - maybe I don’t got to hunt at all, huh? Maybe all I got to do….” 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-didn’t-know-how-to-kiss-a-guy kiss. “I been missing this,” 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 I’d been thinking about for a long damn time, not caring about the violation of norms - of my sister’s marriage.
“Aw fuck,” I grunted, all in now, tasting him. Feeling him.
He just pushed me down, demonstrating his own urgency and need.
“You swallow, don’t ya, Stevie?” 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.
“Aw fuck ya,” he said, loudly, the water below us covering the sounds our coupling. He was in me in seconds - deep soon after - buthe gave me the time to learn him so that when I took it to the root, I was ready.
“Fuck I knew you wouldn’t choke like she does,” 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. “Fuck I knew you would be good,” 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 - fulfilling. 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? I didn’t know - I didn’t care. This was something I’d lusted after for a time, then tucked away as he had integrated into our family.
Now - here we were. It felt right, not wrong.
“Love this so much,” 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 - he’d yanked me up - 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. d
It waspassionate - sweaty, raw. Then he grabbed me, held me, grinding his half-hard cock into my crotch, clutching my ass, gripping my neck and waist.
“You like to get fucked, Stevie,” he whispered to me, grinding, slowing our rhythm, easing my overwhelming desire.
Taking control.
“Please,” was all I said, gripping his wet dick, which hardened again my hands. “Please.”
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.
“Come on, fucker,” he whooped, sliding down the bank, laughing like a maniac, cock still swinging out in the breeze. “Let’s swim.”
I followed him down, stumbling clumsily, dropping out of my shorts and falling into the cold water behind him. I lunged at him and he turned, pulling me under the waves, grab-assing my ass and wrestling in the cold ocean.
We were one.
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