“The Crossed Line”
My sister’s boyfriend Malik Hubbard was possibly the sexiest dude I’d ever laid eyes on. I rarely found myself hung up on a dude but I’d been hung up on Malik since the day he and my sister met. After a year of dating my sister, he moved into our house and it made the sexual tension I’d been experiencing a million times worse. I didn’t want to continue being a third wheel so I began to look for a new place to live. Immediately after I told them I was looking for my own place, Malik’s attitude towards me changed. He usually said no more than a few words to me whenever we were around each other and suddenly he was talking to me more and hanging out with me more. And I wasn’t too sure but there was something about the way he looked at me sometimes that made me think he knew I liked to get fucked.
So when Super Bowl weekend rolled around and my sister was out of town, I decided to put Malik through a test. That whole weekend I walked around the house sagging and wore my boxer briefs instead of boxers to show off my ass. He played it cool Friday night but when I walked in front of the TV Saturday morning, I noticed him looking at me because the sunlight hitting the TV showed his reflection. I had my suspicions but that’s all they were. It all could’ve been in my head. And even if it wasn’t all in my head, he was my sister’s boyfriend. I couldn’t cross that line even if I wanted to.
“Bryce,” Malik called out from the living room. “You can bring me another beer from the fridge?”
“Yeah, I got you,” I replied from the kitchen. After finishing the sandwich I was making, I grabbed a bottle of Heineken from the refrigerator and took it out to him.
“Thanks.” He popped off the top and took a few quick sips from it before asking, “You gonna watch the game here tonight or are you going somewhere?”
“I’m gonna watch it here. You?”
“My boys want me to watch it with them at the club but I know if I go I’ll drink too much and I gotta work in the morning. I’m just gonna watch it here.”
“Oh okay.” I sat down on the other end of the sofa and started eating my sandwich. “Man, what are you watching?”
He laughed and answered, “Some weird ass comedy movie. You can turn it if you want to.” He slid the remote over to me and I changed the channel to BET. “Hey, I meant to ask you who that dude was that came over here late last night. He work with you or something?”
I immediately clinched up when he asked me that because the guy was my most recent fuck buddy, Tyree. He was married and had a kid. We met at the gym and hooked up a few times but then he started feeling guilty for cheating on his wife and stopped talking to me for three months. When he came over late that Saturday night, he wanted me to come with him to a hotel room so we could fuck but I told him no. I hadn’t been fucked in over three months so the last thing I needed was a dude with an eleven inch dick—known for showing my ass no mercy—to open me back up. If I was going to get fucked for the first time in three months then it was going to be with somebody I knew would take their time and let me get comfortable.
Me (Bryce)
“Or something,” I replied before taking another bite from my sandwich.
“Why you didn’t let him in the house? I could’ve left if y’all needed some privacy.”
“I bought some weed from him, man. That was it.”
“Oh.” He lounged back on the sofa and laughed at a scene from The Parkers on TV. “That Kim is a trip, man.” His phone started playing some song and he quickly pulled it from his pocket and answered. “Wassup baby? Yeah, I flipped the mattress on Friday after you left. No, Bryce hasn’t had people in and out of the house. Okay. Love you, too.” He ended the call and put his phone back in his pocket.
“What did Sierra want other than knowing if I’d had people in the house?”
“She wanted to know if I flipped the mattress or not.”
“Flipped the mattress? Dang, what y’all be doing?”
He laughed and explained, “Nah, she spilled a lot of coffee on it and the smell has been strong for a while.”
“Mmm hmm, sure.”
“I’m for real, B. We don’t go at it that hard. If we did I’m sure you’d hear it.” He paused and sat up to ask, “You don’t hear us, do you?”
“No.”
“Cool. I don’t want you to get mad one day and knock my head off.”
I laughed a little and asked, “Why would I do that?”
“Because some dudes trip when it comes to their sisters. I don’t have a sister but if I did, I wouldn’t even want to think of some dude being with her.”
“That kind of stuff never bothered me with Sierra or with Andrea because they always have decent boyfriends.”
“So you think I’m decent?” He flashed that sexy smile of his and I couldn’t help but get horny.
“Yeah, you’re decent. You don’t cheat on her and you never stay out late. Shit, you’ve been hanging around here all weekend.”
“That’s because I’m a homebody. I could say the same about you. You only go to the clubs with your boys like every now and then.”
“I guess that’s something we have in common then.” I went back to eating my sandwich but unknown to him, my dick was hard.
I did feel guilty for being attracted to my sister’s boyfriend, but only to a certain extent. I can’t help who I’m attracted to. And to be fair, I did technically meet him first. Me and my sister were at the mall one day and when I had to go to the restroom, I literally bumped into Malik on his way out of the restroom. He made eye contact with me and said excuse me before moving on. When I stepped back out into the food court, he was already sitting down next to my sister talking and laughing with her. I wanted him so bad that day and the desire never left.
As Sunday evening began roll in, I took a shower. I was still turned on by Malik so I made it a lukewarm shower but it didn’t help. The only way I was going to be over it was to truly test him. To truly test him meant I’d have to do some heavy persuading if I was able to make the initial breakthrough. I’d never gotten a straight dude to fuck me because straight men do not fuck other men. There has to be a curiosity already there and when it came to Malik, I wasn’t one hundred percent sure the curiosity existed. Him looking at me while I was sagging could’ve just been him looking at me because I was in the way of the TV.
My sole motivation for deciding to test him was the fact that I was going to be moving out of the house soon. If I tested him and it didn’t go well or he was ready to kill me, then all I’d have to do is move out quicker than expected. So with that in mind, I snuck out of the bathroom and across the hallway to my room. I quickly grabbed an unused bottle of Fleet from my closet and hurried back into the bathroom to cleanse my ass. If everything worked out the way I hoped, my ass would need to be ready. After taking the necessary steps, I did a quick rinse off in the shower and then stepped out and dried off. I wrapped my towel around my waist and when I opened the door, he was standing right there.
“You finished in here?” he asked while grabbing his crotch. “Because I gotta piss.”
“It’s all yours, man,” I told him. I stepped out and he stepped in.
While in my room putting on lotion, I thought about how hot it would be to get fucked by Malik. I was very selective when it came to dudes because I rarely got fucked. With women, I didn’t too much care because to me pussy was pussy. But getting fucked took more skill in my opinion. The main thing I looked for when it came to dudes was their level of masculinity. I’m masculine but I wanted to be dominated every now and then, so it takes a masculine guy to do that. I liked to be manhandled and roughed up a bit. And while I liked it when dudes looked at my ass, I couldn’t stand being approached by them. I wanted to be the pursuer or at least the one who initiates the situation. That’s why I wanted to put Malik to the test so badly, I loved the chase.
Malik Hubbard
“The Broncos need to win this,” he said after walking out of the kitchen with his fifth bottle of Heineken. He sat back down beside me on the sofa.
“They probably won’t,” I told him. “Cam ain’t no joke this season, man.”
“True but Denver got that topnotch defense. There won’t be too many touchdowns tonight, so it’s gonna come down to defense.” He took a sip from his beer and burped. “I got mad respect for Cam but tonight ain’t his night. You a Panthers fan?”
“Not really but I’ve been watching Cam Newton all season.” I wasn’t even going to admit that the reason why I watched Cam Newton was because I could picture myself getting fucked by him. “That dude can throw and run. One of the best quarterbacks in the league.”
“That’s true.”
The game came back from the halftime show and we put our focus back on the TV. Every time the Broncos made a good play he jumped up and cheered. I can’t even lie, he looked sexy as fuck in his Broncos shirt and blue sweatpants. He had a fresh haircut and his facial hair was on point as usual. I kept wishing the Broncos would lose so he’d be in a bad mood and would need some cheering up. But the Broncos won and he was excited. After talking on the phone and bragging to various friends, he finally calmed down and had his seventh bottle of Heineken. I could tell he had a buzz going so my only chance had arrived.
“Malik,” I said, catching his attention from the TV, “how long had it been since you’d been in a relationship before you met my sister?”
“Why do you ask?”
“I’m just curious.”
“I met your sister about eight months after I’d been dumped by my last girlfriend.”
“Dumped?”
“Yeah. She had a problem with me having female friends, even my lesbian female friends.” He laughed and shook his head.
“She dumped you for that?”
“Yep. The sad thing about it is I never cheated on her. I’ve never cheated on any woman I’ve ever been with.”
Hearing him admit that put serious doubts in my head, but I continued my test. I turned towards him and asked, “Have you ever wanted to?”
“Wanted to what?”
“Cheat.”
“I’ve been tempted but it’s just something I could never see myself doing.”
“I feel you but it’s some fine ass women out there, man. I’m single and I can promise you you’re missing out. Ain’t no pussy like new pussy, right?”
He chuckled and replied, “That saying becomes played out when you find the right pussy, trust me.” He finished his beer and stood up. “You want another cold one?”
“Nah and I think that should be your last.”
“True but I wanna celebrate. My team won the Super Bowl.”
“There are other ways to celebrate than drinking.” I looked up into his eyes and took the empty bottle from his hand. He looked back at me and stumbled back onto the sofa beside me.
“Damn, you’re right. I have had enough.”
“You know, my sister is a lucky woman.”
“Why you say that?”
“She not only managed to get an upstanding and decent guy, but also an attractive one.” When I said that, his eyebrows tilted up a little. “I don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable by saying you’re a good looking dude, so sorry if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“Nah, it’s cool.”
“Some dudes trip when another dude compliments them.”
“Only the ones that aren’t confident in who they are. I have gay dudes compliment me all the time and they’re always shocked when I say thanks or that I’m flattered.”
It was time for me to step it up a notch. I thought about how I’d ask him before finally asking, “Have you ever thought about them…in that way?”
“No but not because I’m homophobic or anything like that. The funniest thing is that when gay dudes compliment me, it stops with the compliment. They never go further. I don’t know if it’s because they’re afraid of getting rejected or if there’s something about the way I look, but I’ve never actually been propositioned by a man to do anything with him.”
“So if another man were to go further, you’d actually consider it?”
“I’ve never been in the situation so I can’t say. I’d have to be propositioned.”
“But if…”
I couldn’t believe it took me that long to realize what he was doing. And I knew he caught on that I realized it because he smiled. He was basically telling me he knew I wanted to ask him for sex but that I’d actually have to ask him to get a response. I was absolutely certain by that point that he knew I was bisexual. It wasn’t a done deal yet but I knew if I played my cards right then I’d be getting fucked that night.
“I’m bi,” I began, “but I rarely hook up with guys. That guy who came over here late last night was the last guy I had a thing with. He’s married and when he started to feel guilty about it, he stopped hitting me up for three months.”
“So you haven’t hooked up with another man in three months?”
“Exactly. I’ve been with women but haven’t been fucked in a long time.”
“How long have you been bisexual?”
“Since I was eighteen.”
“Damn. I had a feeling you got down like that but I wasn’t sure. You hide it well, man.” He picked up the remote and turned the TV off before asking, “What makes you want to get fucked by a dude?”
“It’s a lot of different stuff about it that makes me want to do it. The main reason is because I like to get manhandled. And I like it when a dude feels on my ass. I got a nice ass, and I know you’ve been looking at it.”
He laughed and admitted, “Okay, yeah I’ve been looking.”
“Does it make your dick hard?”
“Nah, but this conversation is making my dick hard.” He grabbed his crotch to show me he was semi-hard. “You said you like to be manhandled, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Well I like to be dominant.”
“You wanna dominate me?”
“Persuade me to, Bryce.”
I moved closer to him and told him, “What happens between you and me will stay between you and me. And if you wanna stop, we can stop. So, how about it?”
“Close but no cigar, man.”
“I know you’re horny. My sister has been gone all weekend. When was the last time you came?”
“Six days ago with your sister.”
“Come on, man; let me pull that six day built up nut out of that dick. I know you’re ready for a release.” I stood up from the sofa. “You can take all your tension out on this ass.” I turned my back to him and pulled my shorts and boxer briefs down. I then bent over and exposed my shaved asshole to him. “It’s ready for you.”
“Come get this dick, B.”
I turned back to see he’d already pulled his dick out of his sweatpants. It was so thick and had a serious left curve. With my shorts and underwear still pulled down to my ankles, I got down on my knees and leaned in towards his crotch. I grabbed that pretty caramel dick and sniffed it first and the masculine scent of it made my mouth water. I kissed it a few times and played with it in my hand, hoping that I was teasing him. I looked up to see he was looking directly down at me.
“I like it sloppy,” he revealed. “Make it nasty, nigga.”
I spit on his dick and then slurped it up, squeezing his throbbing shaft with my lips. He tiled his head back and moaned. I usually held back when sucking dick because it wasn’t my favorite thing to do but with Malik’s dick, I wanted to worship it. I sucked him the way he wanted me to, freaky and nasty. Whenever my saliva dripped down to his balls, I stopped sucking him and licked them hairy balls. I already had him moaning like crazy by that point but I wanted to make him lose it. So I began to suck my way further down the shaft of his dick. It took a few attempts to deep throat him—he had to be over nine inches—but once I got my gagging under control, I went to work on that dick. I deep throated that dick so damn good that he tried to get away from me a few times.
“Man hold up,” he said, laughing. “You’re gonna make me nut. Time out, bruh.” He rubbed on his wet dick. “Shit, you wasn’t playing.”
“That dick good, nigga,” I told him.
“You suck dick better than any chick I’ve ever been with.”
“Including my sister?”
“Hell yeah including her. I have never came from head before. You almost got me.”
“What can I say? Men know how to suck dick best.”
“I see that now.” He stood up and pulled his sweatpants and boxers all the way down. “Get back on it.”
He grabbed his dick with one hand and the back of my head with the other. After rubbing it all over my face and under my nose, he shoved it back into my mouth and down my throat. While I sucked him, he took off his shirt and showed off that well-built body of his. Every once in a while he’d spit on his hand and rub it on his dick, forcing me to taste it. He was so damn freaky and I loved it. When he sat back down on the sofa, I pulled his sweatpants and boxers off, leaving on his ankle socks. He spread his legs more and I started licking and sucking on his balls.
“Ah yeah,” he moaned. “You make me feel so good, Bryce. Damn.”
My tongue began to slide down lower, moving into the area between his balls and asshole. His moans got louder and louder the closer I got to licking his asshole. I could tell by how his body was shaking that he’d never had his ass licked before. He wouldn’t lift his legs so I couldn’t rim him the way I wanted, but I got a taste of that virgin ass and it was amazing. It only lasted for a few seconds because he grabbed the back of my head and made me start sucking his dick again.
“Take those clothes off and get up here,” he instructed.
I took off everything except my socks and got onto the sofa. I leaned over and went back to sucking him while he smacked and rubbed on my ass. He was about to start fingering me but he must’ve remembered me telling him I hadn’t been fucked in a while because he took a second to wet his finger and then carefully pushed it into my tight hole. My dick was already becoming hard but when he fingered me, it got stiff. I was ready for him to fuck me so I stopped sucking him off and leaped off the sofa. I ran to my room, grabbed my small tub of Vaseline and some towels, and hurried back into the living room.
“I don’t have condoms,” I told him. “Do you?”
“No, your sister is on the pill. I’m clean though.”
“I am too, but I’ve never been fucked without a condom. I don’t even know what it feels like.”
“It’ll probably feel warmer. Come on bruh, let me in that ass.”
It only took me a quick second to take the top off of the Vaseline and scoop some out with my index finger. I rubbed it on my hole and then put some more on my hand to lube up his hard dick. He put the towels over the sofa and then sat down and waited for me to get on top of him. I wanted him to grab me and make me take it but remembered I needed to be opened up first. So I climbed up on him and he patted my butt cheeks with his dick.
“You ready for it?” he asked me.
“I’ve been waiting over a year for this. Hell yeah I’m ready for it.”
I grabbed his hand and helped him find my asshole with his dick. And then I had to get the angle right because of that serious left curve. He was so damn thick that it took me a few minutes to get adjusted to him, and even once I got adjusted it still took me a while to get comfortable. I’d never been fucked by a dick that thick before. As painful as it was, it did feel good whenever I relaxed and allowed him to stretch me open.
“You are tight as fuck,” he said through clenched teeth. “Feels like you got a vise-grip on my dick. You need more Vaseline?”
“No, I’m good. How does my sister take all of this dick?”
“All of it? Shit, I can barely get half of it in her pussy before she starts running. You damn near got most of it up in that ass right now.” He smacked my ass. “I wanna fuck you deep, B.”
He grabbed my ass and squeezed it as he began to push up inside me deeper. That was hurting my ass too much so I stopped him and began my own slow rhythm. He licked and sucked on my nipples which helped me relax more. I wanted to kiss him but wasn’t sure if he’d be comfortable with that. I really didn’t wanna kill the mood or cause him to lose focus and lose that boner. But then I finally took all of him into my ass and when I looked into his eyes, he forced me to kiss him. And it wasn’t just a lip to lip kiss, he parted my lips and shoved his tongue into my mouth. It was so freaky and intense.
My ass was used to his presence after nearly fifteen minutes of me riding him, so I climbed off and lied on my stomach. He sat up and got behind me. I arched my back so that my ass was up high enough for him and he carefully reentered me from behind. He didn’t start pounding on me but he did start a quick rhythm. It wasn’t until I started throwing my ass back that I finally embraced that curve of his. The curve was causing his dick to tap my spot and my dick grew hard again. I wanted to start jacking off then but knew I’d cum too fast because his dick felt so good deep in my ass. The friction just felt so fucking good.
“You can take this dick, B,” he called out while smacking my ass. “Take this fucking dick.”
“Make me take it, nigga,” I said back. “Fuck this ass.”
Those seemed to be the magic words for him because he started fucking me harder and harder. His low hanging balls slapped against my ass each time he pounded me deep. I reached under us and grabbed his balls and he moaned. He pushed into me and held his dick inside me while gyrating on my ass. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I bit down on one of the sofa pillows. When he started his rhythm back up, I felt my ass getting wetter and wetter. I’d seen porn videos where dudes’ asses get creamy but it had never happened to me before until the night Malik fucked me.
“Suck this cream off my dick,” he ordered. I turned around and sat up to see his dick looked like I’d nutted all over it. I stuffed it in my mouth. “Oh fuck that shit feel good. Clean that dick off, you freaky ass nigga.”
I sucked his dick clean and he bent down and kissed me, sharing my ass juices with me. He then pushed me on my back and lifted my legs up. He spit on my ass a few times and then slid his dick back inside. By that point, I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed my dick and used my large amount of precum as lube to jackoff with. He was digging deep into my ass so I knew I’d be sore for at least five days after that. It was worth it. I was finally getting his dick and it was so worth the wait.
I was able to fight off my orgasm for a while until he started sniffing my socked feet. He grabbed them and put them in his face while fucking the hell out of me. Him sniffing my feet combined with his deep strokes were enough to push me over the edge. I jacked off faster and harder and he kept fucking me while sniffing my feet. I hit my orgasm and had to pull away from his dick because it was too intense. My dick shot out five quick squirts of cum onto my stomach and then a little more rolled out, landing on my navel. My asshole seemed to have a mind of its own, tightening and having spasms without my control. He teased it with his dick, hoping I’d let him in for some more.
“You ready to tap out?” he asked. “I can jackoff to nut if you can’t take anymore.”
“Let me ride it again,” I told him.
He sat back down on the sofa and kept his arms at his side, letting me take control. I took a few seconds to let my body calm down again before climbing back on top of him. I positioned his dick to enter me again and then slowly came down on it. My ass was still wet and creamy so adding lube wasn’t necessary. After beginning a fast up and down rhythm, I played with his hard nipples and had him moaning. My dick was still semi-hard and flopped up and down as I rode him. We were both covered in sweat and on the verge of running out of breath.
“Keep going, baby,” he said while looking into my eyes. “Make me cum. Make that dick cum, nigga.”
“You wanna cum in my ass?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Fill this ass, Malik. Pump all that hot nut into this ass, bruh!” I rode him harder and pinched his sexy nipples.
“Oh my God! Ah shit, Bryce! Nigga!”
I didn’t slow down as he hit his orgasm. I rode him harder and faster and he just lost control. He moaned so loud that I was sure the neighbors heard. His warm six day load of cum filled my asshole. I held onto him as his body jolted repeatedly. I’d never made a dude cum that hard before. He was grunting and breathing all heavy like he’d just finished running for miles out in the cold. When he finally calmed down, we shared a few more of those freaky kisses. His dick went soft and when it slid out of my ass, the cum rolled out with it. There was so much of it.
“I ain’t never came that much,” he admitted. “That buildup was no joke, huh?”
“I’d say,” I responded while standing up. “Damn, you creamed my ass.” I rubbed on my dripping asshole. “That shit felt good as fuck, my dude. You got some good dick, no bullshit.”
“You got some good throat muscles.” He laughed and I laughed a little. “Shit, you need to wake me up with that head whenever your sister ain’t here.”
“So you want this to be a regular thing?”
“Fuck yeah. I can fuck you and her on the regular as long as it stays between me and you.”
“I’d be cool with that, but I can’t.”
He seemed surprised by me saying that. He stood up from the sofa and asked, “Why not?”
“My sister is crazy about you and you’re crazy about her. We shouldn’t have did what we did but it had to happen. I had to do it to get over the anticipation. Now that I know what it’s like to get fucked by you, I can move on.”
“You’re still gonna move out, aren’t you?”
“Yeah. You and Sierra need your space. I’m a third wheel up in here.”
“Are you sure? Because I can handle you being here without us fucking again.”
“It ain’t about that. I know what we did hasn’t changed anything but I still gotta go.”
“Alright, I understand. But hey since we’re not gonna make this a regular thing, can I fuck you one more time?”
“Damn, was it that good to you?”
“Yes. You had my toes all curled up and shit. I’ll never get another opportunity to do this again because there’s only one you. Other dudes ain’t you, Bryce. And I damn sure ain’t about to go out looking for a dude just to get a nut when I’m not even attracted to dudes like that. So can I get the ass one more time tonight or do I have to take it?”
I looked at him and smiled before saying, “You’re gonna have to take it, nigga.”
“Is that right?” He stepped up to me with a smile on his face. “Get that ass over here.” He grabbed me and forced me back over onto the sofa.
Malik and I never crossed the line again after that night. I did feel guilty for betraying my sister but what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. And to be honest, it was kind of cool having an inside thing with Malik that no one would ever know about. I looked forward to the stares he’d probably give me whenever we’d be around other people. He’d never forget the tightness of my ass or my deep throating skills, and I’d never forget the taste and thickness of his caramel dick. I wanted him to think about our one night together after I moved out. Shit, I wanted him to think about it forever.
[Disclaimer]: Pictures used do not reflect the sexuality or personality of people in the pictures. They only serve as visual examples of the characters.
© D.A. Morrison 2016
