“Sugar Plum Fairy”
The lights were turned down low. The room was warm. It helped with the illusion of having her in the room. Her spot in the bed next to me smelled like her favorite fragrance. I inhaled her scent as I stroked my hard nine-inch cut chocolate dick. I had a high sex drive. There was always a need to cum.
My hand was covered in lube and my cock’s snot. I ran up and down my throbbing member. It pulsated in my grip. Slowly I started to rise and lower my hips as I fucked my fist. My nipples became erect as my orgasm started to build.
My heavy balls churned with cum that was ready to spew all over the place. My hips moved faster as my body twitched. I could see my wife’s wet pussy lips sliding up and down my fat dick. Just as I was on the borderline of a climax, the phone rang.
“Fuck,” I cursed myself. I had forgotten to turn off the ringer.
I picked up the phone. My wife’s beautiful face and name were splashed across the caller ID. There was no use in ignoring it. She would only call right back. Those Davis women were resilient that way.
“Hello,” I answered, trying to sound calm and not horny.
“Hey babe,” came her soft sweet voice. “Andy missed his flight, and he can’t get another one. Can he ride down with you?”
Andrew, or Andy as they called him, was my brother-in-law. He was married to the other Davis sister. I had married the brunette, Stephanie Davis. He married the older blond sister, Samantha Davis. As much as we loved our wives, you would have thought we’d be cool with each other. For some reason, we just never clicked.
I sighed, “I guess that’s cool.”
“Yay, I’ll let Sammie know,” she said excitedly. “I love you, Nate. Drive safely. As a matter of fact, call me before you get on the road in the morning.”
“I will. Love you too,” I said just as we ended the call.
My erection was gone. I was so close to a mind-blowing experience. Guess I should tell you it’s been months since my wife and I had fucked. She was carrying twins, and for some reason, she was not in the mood to put out. Mentally, I could respect that. My dick, however, was having a hard time being as accepting of the current situation.
I groaned and tossed the pillow over my face, “FUCK
***
BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEEEP! I laid my hand on the horn. I had told him to be ready at 5 AM. Why wasn’t he outside yet? This was one of those things that just irked my nerves about An-mutha-fuckin-drew.
He walked out of the house with a smooth demeanor. The twinkling Christmas lights illuminated his medium-height figure. Through the dark night, I saw his eyes glare at me. My shenanigans were not amusing to him in the least bit. We could be such a killjoy.
“You wanna take your hands off the horn,” his voice broke the loud blare of my car horn.
I eased my hand off. He opened the car door, and the cold air rushed in and slapped me in the face. The smell of his cologne followed. Andrew quickly got in and closed the door.
“This is the suburbs,” he said as he buckled in. “You tryin’ to disturb the peace with the horn?”
“You were late,” I said as I switched the gear into reverse and backed out of the driveway.
We had a 13-hour drive ahead of us. We were driving up to Seattle from Brentwood, California. It was the most awkward ride ever. We had nothing in common and, therefore, nothing to talk about. Andrew spent the drive in his phone. I’m sure he was doing check-ins with Samantha to ensure we hadn’t killed one another yet. Or worse, I hadn’t put him out on the side of the road.
“Nathaniel,” he said, my government name. I hated being called my full name.
With my cold nature, I responded, “Just Nate, Andrew.”
“Just Andy…Nate,” he said, equally as cold. “Let’s make a quick stop in Leavenworth.”
“What the fuck for,” I asked him as I tightened my grip around the steering wheel.
His brows crinkled, “Because it’s a fuckin’ Christmas village, bruh. Don’t be a grinch all year.”
“I’m not a Grinch, you dick. You’re in my car, aren’t you?”
“Me being in the car has nothing to do with your constant state of assholeness.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not having sex due to my wife’s pregnancy, so excuse me for being a little snippy.”
“I’m not either, but you don’t see me being a dick. Just stroke one out and keep it going.”
“Easy for you to say. You have a low sex drive.”
He gritted his teeth and said, “The fuck you say? Low sex drive?”
I defensively replied, “Hey man, not my words.”
“I have a very high sex drive. I just respect my wife’s wishes. We aren’t all wild animals who force our wives to fuck.”
I snapped my head over at him, “A wild animal? Do I look like a fuckin’ animal?”
He raised his eyebrow, “You really want me to answer that?
Silence filled the car. It felt like a century before he finally said anything.
He sighed, “You don’t look like one, but you sure as hell act like one where I’m concerned. We’re brothers-in-law, but you act like I’m some punk from the streets.”
He was right. I hated to admit it, but he was accurate on every count. There was nothing more I could say. I mean, I could apologize, but that wasn’t really my thing.
“So,” I mustered up my courage and spoke, “this Leavenworth place sounds pretty dope. I guess we can check it out.”
I glanced over at him. He smiled at me. It was the first time he had ever given me a smile. My eyes lingered on him for a moment longer than any self-respecting straight guy should look at one another.
Andrew was truly a very attractive man. He had a certain charm about him. His skin was this magnificent dark chocolate. His body was that of a swimmer but more defined in ways you could only imagine.
His hair faded on the sides, and his head was full of thick curls on the top. His sideburns were long and thick, and connected to the hair around his mouth and chin. Lastly, he had a full set of pink lips. They looked like they were made specifically for pussy eating.
I blinked and quickly looked away. I couldn’t understand why I had lost myself in his appearance for a moment. That was out of pocket for my character. We continued the rest of the drive in total silence as snow began to fall from the grey skies.
By the time we arrived in Leavenworth, the snow was falling pretty hard. It was obvious to both of us that we wouldn’t be making it to Seattle.
“We should try and find a hotel,” I said without breaking my eyes from the road.
“I’m sorry about this.” His apology was sincere but also shocking.
“Why are you apologizing,” I asked. “You can’t control that atmospheric pressure. Besides, it’s not like you planned for the two of us to be trapped in the snow.”
“Facts,” he said with a smile. “I can just imagine how pissed you’d be if I could control the weather and shit and you couldn’t.”
I don’t know what it was about what he said, but it made me laugh. Instinctively, I slapped my hand on his firm thigh as I laughed. I think I thought I was talking with Stephanie because my hand slowly moved back and forth across his thigh.
“You keep rubbing, and you’re gonna have to pay for dinner,” he playfully said.
The reality of what I was doing came crashing down on me. I snatched my hand away from his thigh. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t even bear the thought of looking at him, though I could feel him staring a hole in the side of my face.
***
We found a hotel that had just one room available. The downside was there was only one bed. Andrew offered to let me have the bed since I had done all the driving. I happily accepted it.
The hotel room was cozy and had a fire already going in the wood fireplace. The living area and bedroom were separated by a door. I found that good. We could both have our own privacy.
“You mind if I hit the shower first,” he asked as he began to take off his coat.
He dropped his coat. His slender yet toned frame came into view. Our eyes met briefly. I turned my body away from him. Everything felt strange. I didn’t know how to make it normal again.
“I’m gonna hit the bar. I could use a stiff drink,” I said as I grabbed my things.
Before he could say anything, I was out the door and at the bar. My time slowly ate away. I had called my wife and told her about our delay. She seemed okay with it. There wasn’t much we would be missing the first night anyway.
“The Cozy Song” by Dan & Shay played in the hotel bar. I was on my fourth drink when Andrew came and sat next to me. I turned and looked at him. He gave a friendly smile. It was one of those smiles that tried to gauge my reaction.
“I’ll have whatever he’s having,” he said to the bartender. “Better make it a double. Seems I’m a little behind.” He said the last part as he looked at the four empty glasses lined up in front of me.
He took his double and downed it. He ordered another and downed that one.
“Nate, are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“You know I was joking about buying me dinner. I didn’t mean to freak you out.”
“I’m not freaked out, Andy.”
“Promise?”
I smirked, “I promise.”
“Good. Now let’s do something you and I have never done together before. Let’s get drunk.”
“Drunk as fuck?”
“Drunk as fuck,” he co-signed.
We definitely got drunk as fuck. We were laughing and talking shit about any and everything under the sun. It felt good to kind of relax and just let go of everything. At some point, it was just the two of us sitting at the bar.
Before I knew it, I asked, “How do you respect Sammie’s wishes? I have this need to fuck all the time. Like, I wanna bust one now. How do you do it?”
“Haha,” he chuckled. “I don’t know if I’m drunk enough for this conversation.”
“Forget I asked,” I said with a drawn-out sigh.
“Damnit! If I tell you this, you promise not to judge?”
“Oh, I’m definitely going to judge, but I’ll never tell a soul,” I answered.
“Fair enough,” he laughed as he took a sip of his drink.
He looked around to make sure that we were the only two in earshot of our conversation. He leaned in closer to me. I watched his perfect, fat lips inch closer and closer to me.
“I found a way that satisfies my sex drive. I guess you can say a little exploration unveiled another world.” He spoke softly but with assurance and confidence.
“Really? What’d you do? I’m dying, man. I’m so tired of having to stroke my dick three and four times a day.”
He whispered, “I discovered the male G-spot. It gets the job done every time.”
“Male G-spot? I don’t understand,” I said as I leaned away. It took just a moment to register. My face twisted in shock. I leaned in and whispered, “Isn’t that your prostate? And isn’t that in your ass?”
He smiled, “You asked, man.”
“Regretfully,” I said with a bitter disappointment.
“Hey fuck you. Don’t knock it till you try it,” he said bluntly.
“Try some up my ass? I’ll pass. Nothing can be that great.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know? It’s better than pussy at times. I know my body, and my body knows me. There are plenty of guys who are discovering the joys of anal stimulation. When you're tired of having your dick in a death grip, you’ll bend and try it.”
“The hell I will, but hey, to each its own,” I told him. I thought for a moment, and then I asked him, “Does Sammie know you like to…do…that?”
He flashed me a smile as he took another sip of his drink. I really wanted to know. Some would say my spirit was inquisitive. I liked to know things.
“She introduced it to me. Sent my world into orbit. I swear I’d never experienced something like it before. I was timid and closed-minded at first, but all it took was that one moment, and it changed my views on everything.”
I raised my eyebrow and asked, “A simple finger up the ass?”
“Well, it’s more intricate than that. But for all tenses and purposes, it’s a finger or two up the ass….and then BLOOP!
He made a gesture with his hands to signal an explosion or something. My eyes followed his theatrics. I felt my cock swell at the thought of such an intense orgasm.
“One mind-blowing nut,” he finished his statement.
“I don’t know, man. Sounds real suspect. You sure you aren’t a sugar plum fairy?”
“Oh wow! Sugar plum and a fairy. You’re such a homophobe. Fuck you with a hard dick.”
I laughed, “A hard dick? That’s more your speed, right?”
“Good night, Nathaniel,” he said as he got up. He knew I hated being called that.
“I’m just fucking with you, Andrew,” I called out.
He shook his head and walked away. I was just teasing him. There wasn’t anything homophobic about me. I was pretty sure I was open-minded about other people’s lifestyles. What someone else ate didn’t make me shit. I finished off my drink.
“I’m not a homophobe,” I mumbled to myself.
***
The second I hit the bed, my eyes closed, and I went to sleep. I woke up a few hours later with the extreme urge to empty my bladder. I stumbled out of bed in just a pair of fitted boxer briefs. A faint sound caught my attention. It sounded like something was squeaking. I tiptoed to the bedroom door. The sound grew just a bit louder.
That curious, inquisitive nature of mine took over. I slightly opened the door, making sure that it didn’t creak or anything. The living area was dark for the most part. The only light was coming from the television. “A Christmas Story” was playing on mute. That noise was clear, though.
I wondered, “Is he fucking someone out here?”
My eyes scanned the room for him. I found him on the sofa in a highly compromising position. He was on his back with his legs in the air. They spread as wide as an eagle’s wings. He had both his index and middle finger digging and twisting inside of his ass. He was panting and breathing hard.
“Fuck,” he moaned to himself.
He briefly removed his fingers, and I caught a glimpse of his smooth, round balls. They were resting perfectly against his body. His hole was twitching. It looked like it was begging for more. I found myself fixated on his hole. My eyes wouldn’t allow me to pry them away. It was such an intimate moment I was peaking in on.
He slid his fingers back inside his anus. As they breached his hole, he let out a soft moan. It sounded sexy and feminine. My dick instantly swelled in my underwear. He moved his fingers in and out faster. Every so often, he’d stop and spread his fingers, stretching his hole.
My hand slid across my bare chest and down my stomach. I admired his thick thighs and toned calves. As I breathed in, I took in the scent of his open ass. It smelled like roses, honey, and musk. My dick twitched harder than it had ever twitched before. I ran my hand across the length of my shaft. My dick was snaked down the inner thigh and dying to break free.
Suddenly, he rolled over onto his knees. I was met with the most glorious sight. Two fat, round, perfectly shaped smooth cheeks wiggled before me. He reached back and spread his cheeks far and wide. His dark rosebud was fully visible for me to see. I don’t know where he got it from, but he picked up a large dildo and slapped it repeatedly against his hungry hole.
“Come help me out,” he whispered.
I heard the words, but I was so lost on his hole. It took a moment, but finally, I looked up. Andrew was looking back over his shoulder at me. His eyes didn’t have the look I was used to seeing in them. They were hungry and lust-filled.
“Nathaniel, let me show you why I like it so much.” His voice was laced with lust. My brother-in-law sounded like a bitch in heat that I wanted to tame. I wanted to explore this new world with him as my guide.
I slowly moved over to him. His hole kept twitching and throbbing. I sank to my knees and inhaled his aroma. My nose was dangerously close to his pulsing hole. I didn’t know what to do with myself. I slowly ran my hands over his tender ass cheeks. They felt like pudding. He breathed a sweet sigh.
I spit on his hole. It was like I was on autopilot. I ran my middle finger up and down his hole. It felt like a furnace. My finger eased into his hot folds. He moaned out and made his ass shake in my face. The muscles in his ass gripped my finger, and I swore I was about to lose it.
My finger moved in and out of him like fresh pussy. Then, I had the most insane thought. I wondered if it tasted like pussy. I pulled my finger out of him. His hole made a POP sound. I slapped his ass cheeks, and they bounced.
“Oh, shit,” he laughed. “That felt fuckin’ good, dude.”
I was mesmerized by it all. I slapped his ass again. I leaned in and kissed his hole. He threw his head back. I’m sure I surprised him with my actions.
“Nate,” he called my name nervously.
“Call me…Nathaniel,” I said as I grabbed a handful of his fat ass.
I buried my face in between his cheeks. I rolled my long and heavy tongue across his puckered hole. He moaned out and dug his nails into the cushion on the sofa. I kissed his hole again and then ran my tongue around the ring. His leg shook just a little. My tongue moved down his taint and briefly slid across his ball sack. I couldn’t help myself. I sucked on his anus. The taste was unlike anything I could describe. It was like snorting pure cocaine-it was totally addictive. He pushed back against my face and arched his back.
I stood up and dropped my underwear. My dick came out to play. My shit was so hard I could have cut steel with it. I knew what needed to be done and I was just the man to do it. I spit on my dick and coated it. Then I lined my cock up with Andrew’s beautiful, tasty hole. There was no going back. There was only going forward, and I was about to go forward inside of my sugar plum fairy brother-in-law!
TO BE CONTINUED
