This is a polished off version of a story I published on another forum years ago under a different pen name. Thanks for reading.
1.
I never much cared for straight men, and of them all Dan was the worst. He was not only a living breathing case study of the usual afflictions – too loud, too full of himself, too entitled – but he disrupted the happy balance of my life. Worse still, I had no say in the matter when he married my sister and moved into her house.
I’d been living in my sister's basement apartment for three years when it happened.
It was an ideal situation for me. Lynn never charged me any rent and never monitored me. She knew I had guys over and never cared. And it was only 10 minutes away from my university. When Dan moved in, I considered moving out, though neither Lynn nor Dan even hinted at it. In the end I decided to stick it out for the rest of the year, until graduation.
Straight men like to think they run the world, and in most respects they do. But there’s another, less overt, aspect to the world, in which for all their bluster they have no more agency than a bull being led around by a ring in its nose.
Dan, for example, married almost right out of high school, when his girlfriend became pregnant. Oops. A year later she was knocked up again. Neither was his plan, but some girl set his fate working to support a family was set just by letting herself slip up with her birth control. Even their divorce couldn’t free him from those responsibilities.
My sister, Lynn, saw it all. She was a freshman, and he was a senior at the same high school before I was even born. She bumped into him after his divorce, and they started dating. When he didn’t propose on her timeline, she too became pregnant to – as she confided in me – help him decide. She told him that they didn't have to get married, that she'd raise the child on her own. But for men like Dan that isn't an option. He set the wedding date the day she told him.
You almost had to feel sorry for the guy. He couldn’t get laid without making another mouth to feed.
And I was disappointed in Lynn for stooping to such manipulation. Getting pregnant to push a man to marry you was so 1950's. It was especially appalling because Lynn had always been an independent woman, with a successful career and a home of her own. But she dropped it all for Dan, and that just made me angry.
Sometimes I thought that maybe she just wanted kids while she was still young enough to have them, and Dan was a suitable breeding stud, potent and easily led. Maybe it was just a female thing I would never understand.
But still. Where was her self-respect? How could a brilliant college professor lose it over someone like him? Dan was just a loud, unrefined, uneducated car salesman burdened by child support payments.
Not only had Lynn turned into a gushing schoolgirl as their wedding approached, but she tried to draw me into it. "Isn't he great?" she'd ask, or "Don't you think he's cute?" She'd show me his
photos in her old high school yearbook: football team, wrestling team, prom king. I felt suffocated by the sheer heterosexuality of it all. And I loathed being treated like a girlfriend by straight women, even my sister just because I was gay. "Yeah," I'd answer coldly, "he's good looking enough."
I refused to be more than a grudging accomplice in what I considered her self-destruction.
I never considered Dan a catch, although there were people who went for his type. He was a big guy, and big in every way: about 6'3" tall, big laugh, big shouldered, big belly. The funny thing was that he didn’t come off as fat, maybe because it was so proportionate. He just came off as solid… masculine. He had thick golden-brown hair, amber eyes, a generous smile and a full mustache. I always hated mustaches.
When I met him, I thought that if he were gay, he'd be considered a bear. Not one of those hairy pear-shaped men who squeeze their flabby asses into leather chaps. No, Dan was the real thing. I suspected that if he ever walked into a gay bar wearing only a leather harness and some worn Levi's, mouths would drop to the floor. "That," people would say for years to come, "was the day I saw a genuine bear."
Of course, I could never get past Dan's personality to think of him as having any appeal. Not only was his voice and laugh as large as the rest of him, but he was never the least bit self-conscious. The women around him all played into it – even my sister and my mother! He'd tell a story about the most mundane things, like making a sale at work or his racquetball score, and they would ooh and ahh, and laugh on cue at his most inane jokes.
The thing about straight guys like Dan is that other people only matter in their utility to him, which mostly comes down to two options: beat em or fuck em. Women, the good-looking ones anyways, were for fucking. Other men were for beating. When his buddies started running, or playing racquetball, he did too, and he had to be the fastest, the strongest, the best. He couldn't just sell cars, he had to be the top salesman at his dealership, and every time another dealer tried to lure him away it was just another notch in his belt.
I was pretty sure he couldn’t wait for me to move out, because I was an inconvenient third in the binary game of fuck em or beat em. I would graduate soon and had my whole life ahead of me, while his was mostly used up, so I was hard to beat. And I wasn’t a woman, so fucking wasn’t an option.
So he became the provider, the breadwinner. The man of the house. My sister became the mother of his child. And what role was left for me?
2.
Not long after my nephew Jack was born, Lynn decided to visit our mom back in California for a couple of weeks to help out after some relatively minor surgery. I told her that I'd come too, but she had something else in mind: she wanted me to stay with Dan, to take care of his food and laundry and house cleaning.
As if.
I told her to forget it. There was no way I'd be taking care of a 40-year-old man as if he were a child. "Please, Teddy," she said, "I've always let you live here for free, and now I'm just asking you this one favor. It's break, so you don't even have classes. I'll even throw in a few hundred dollars. Just keep things going till I get back. Okay?"
She went on about how much more she'd enjoy her time if she knew everything was running smoothly at home, about how Dan had always had a wife or a mother to take care of these things. And she kept calling me Teddy, which only she and our mom did, with that newborn baby in her arms. So, I said I'd do it. I should have had the word sucker tattooed on my forehead.
I didn't mind the work so much. Cooking for two is as easy as cooking for one. More daunting was having to sit there with Dan over meals, without my sister to bridge the conversations. What would we talk about? Would we just sit in silence for two weeks?
As it turned out Dan was never at a shortage of things to talk about, and how they related to him. He could always jabber about his day, his work, the jerk in traffic, how he slept or didn't.
I couldn't have cared less.
But I nodded and laughed at the appropriate cues. He complimented my cooking, but from the way he sucked it up you'd never have known that he had tasted it. After dinner he'd watch
television, and I often joined him. He'd flip through channels until he found something that interested him, usually a sitcom, and then he'd settle in and drink a beer. His laugh was as loud as a lion's roar.
One night he settled for a while on a nature show about gorillas. In one scene the broad shouldered, thick necked male – the silverback – was challenged by a younger upstart. These challenges could result in shows of dominance, the narrator said, with the silverback beating its powerful chest and tree slapping and even skirmishes. But in this show the silverback established and reenforced hierarchy by playfully wrestling and mounting the young males. I couldn't even look at Dan without laughing, wondering what he made of male gorillas humping each other.
Things went on like this, and I finally checked off one week in my mental calendar. One to go. And as these things tend to do, even the most odious tasks fell into a comfortable pattern. Dan continued to talk about himself, but it bothered me less. With school out for break and my friends gone to visit their families, I had not much to do but go to the gym, so even the trivial events in Dan’s days took on more interest.
Like a couple of ordinary guys, we'd each have a beer and watch television until one of us got sleepy and went to bed. I had never spent so much time alone with a straight man before, and I began to consider the whole thing a sort of study, an anthropological investigation of straight men and their ways. Like Jane Goodall living with the chimps.
Amused at this thought I looked over at Dan, engrossed in some TV show, bellowing with laughter, some downy chest hair showing at the neck of his shirt. He wasn't a chimp, I thought, and I wasn't Jane Goodall. Who was the other one? Dian Fossey. The one who lived with the mountain gorillas. That's what Dan was. Thick necked, broad shouldered and loud. A silverback.
The next day I did laundry, and while I sorted through Dan's things in his bedroom hamper, I found something unexpected. It was cum, mostly soaked into a pair of Dan's white cotton briefs. Another guy getting off was always of interest, even if the other guy was Dan. I held it closer to my nose to better smell the distinct odor, and my thumb pressed into a trace not yet soaked in. Without thinking, I pressed the tip of my tongue into it. It was cold, and nearly flavorless, and I licked it up and swallowed.
More turned on than I'd been in a while, I stripped my shorts off, sat in his bed and set into work on my own erection. I slid my hand up and down the arc of my cock, my eyes fixed on the wet spot in Dan's underwear. Stroking myself I looked at my stiff dick with some admiration. I'd seen plenty of cocks, some shaped like bananas, some wide at the base and narrow at the top like wine bottles, some fattest at the center like a rowboat, and some, oh God, thick and fat from bottom to top, like a can of beer. I had to wonder about Dan's cock, the shape and length, did he gasp when he jerked off, and then I was shooting like a fire hydrant. My cum surged up out of me with such force that it formed wide arcs in the air, landing on my chest, the floor, Dan's bed. Jesus, that was quick. I hardly knew I was cumming till it was happening.
I cleaned up after myself, using Dan's underwear, and did the laundry. I tried to put out of my mind what I'd done, but now and then the thought came back to me, and almost against my will I imagined Dan, naked, shirtless at least, his massive chest and big belly covered in dark hair heaving as he shot his load into a pair of white underwear. It seemed important to remember that I didn't like him. That he repulsed me. I shuddered and said, “Yuck.”
At dinner that night I couldn't help but think of what a funny story I could tell Dan, about what I found in his underwear, but of course I didn't. While he wolfed down his dinner and talked on and on, I rolled around the thought of his underwear in my mind, again and again. He didn't notice the funny smile I could feel on my face. He didn't notice my eyes roaming over
him, his face and arms, the span of his shoulders, the crest of hair that rose up over his head like a wave, warm brown with strands of gold. His huge hands. His full lips, wet, as he slid food into his mouth. He didn't notice the erection filling the crotch of my jeans.
I didn't want to think of him as I whacked off again in my bed. I tried to think of other men. Guys I'd seen at the gym with sculpted bodies, guys I’d been with, slim and young and lean. Even guys from movies and tv. But whenever I did my mind wandered and my erection flagged, until my thoughts returned to Dan. I wondered if at that moment he was stroking his cock just like me, upstairs in his bedroom. When I allowed myself to imagine this my cock grew even harder. When I imagined his big fist pumping his fat cock, I’d surge precum. I tried to remember the taste of his cum in my mouth, and I came instantly, spraying my belly and chest in white streaks. Ugh. Masturbating about Dan, I thought. Look what I've come to.
The next day, I went to the gym, where I considered cruising for a hook up. Some guys smiled at me and one said "Hey, what's up". It wasn't unusual to get attention from other guys. At 5'8" I was pretty well built, compact with a small waist and a good chest, something my sister and I had in common, a boyish face and thick dark curls.
But it felt mechanical, like my heart wasn't in it at all. I just grunted back at the guy who said hey. I just couldn’t see it, even though he was in good shape and good looking. I showered and went home.
I looked in Dan's laundry basket, hoping to find another pair of his cummy underwear, but found none. Then I remembered the high school yearbooks Lynn had shown me before they were married, and I dug them up, opening his senior yearbook to look at as I jerked off in his bed.
I hadn't realized before what a good-looking kid Dan had been. Handsome. A manly jawline softened by youth, thick lashed eyes and a dazzling smile. So young. So full of himself. In one candid shot he wore a football half shirt, and I could see the soft hair on his flat belly. Most Popular, Most Likely to Succeed. No wonder his wife made a play for him so early. His first wife, that is. They would have been married not long after these photos were taken, which means he wasn't such a kid after all. He was already fucking girls. Maybe a lot of them. He was certainly fucking her, and his thick gushing cum was making babies. Without warning I started to shoot, and the semen poured out of me and ran down the side of my dick, over my trembling fist.
3.
That night at dinner I couldn't help but examine his body, to compare it to the youthful form in his yearbooks. He had lost most of the softness of his teenage years, replaced it with bulk and strength. I was too distracted to talk, and glad for once that he was so oblivious to me. Afterwards we sat in front of the television and drank beers and channel surfed. A cop show. A sitcom. The World Federation Wrestling.
"Hey," I blurted out, stopping Dan from changing the channel again. "Didn't you used to do that?"
"Huh?" he asked. "That?"
"Well not THAT. But wrestling. Weren't you a wrestler in high school?"
"Sheeesh, yeah, but not like these guys!" He sat up and laughed. "That was real wrestling. You know these guys are fakes, don't you? It's all set up."
"I know," I replied. "Everyone knows that. I just meant wrestling. Yknow."
"Yeah, yeah.” He cocked his head at the screen. “Hey, look at that guy!"
On the TV two wrestlers paced around each other, and a grating voice described each move. The wrestlers, as always, were archetypes. Good guys and bad guys. One, the commentator said, was called Major Damage, an ex-Green Beret. His opponent was Live Wire, a wild haired younger man.
"Get down on this mat boy, and give me fifty!" Damage would yell, or "You need some discipline, boy, Marine style!" or "Smart mouth city boy, you are gonna loooove the basic training the Major has in mind for you!"
Major Damage wore olive green tights and black leather boots, and — of course — a green beret. I was mesmerized by his build, the impossible bulk of his chest and arms, his shoulders like bowling balls and his thighs the size of another man's waist. Even his belly looked like solid muscle. His face was hard, unyielding, with a clipped mustache and a lantern jaw. His opponent Live Wire was another story. He was slim, long limbed and lean, more chiseled in his physique, with a slim waist and abs you could just imagine running your fingers over like a rollercoaster ride. Much younger, with the sneer of a young Elvis on his pretty mouth, he wore what looked like black Levi's, thin and snug as tights, and black leather boots with a red bandana tied around one ankle. He was someone's bad interpretation of a punk rocker or revel. A smart-ass kid. "Hey old man, why ain't you retired yet?" he'd ask, or else he'd shout "My generation doesn't need you tellin us what to do, army man!" It was awful stuff, but no matter how lame or poorly acted the shtick, I was struck by what a turn on the two were. My dick was stiff in my shorts.
"Pretty funny stuff, huh?" asked Dan.
"Uh huh," I said, watching them fake fight moves, more acrobatics than actual wrestling.
"You want me to leave this on?" he asked.
"Just for a minute," I replied, distantly.
Whatever Live Wire did, the audience hissed and booed. He fought dirty, he stomped on his opponent's head and sneered. But when Major Damage rolled out from under him, the audience cheered. He grabbed one of Live Wire's legs and yanked him down to the mat, then thrust the younger man's face down into the mat, dropped his knee onto the boy's back hard, and the audience roared with approval. Damage straddled the boy's back with his powerful legs, and leaned forward to rest his weight down on his wriggling opponent. I was transfixed by their hard bodies, by the single bead of sweat that ran down Damage's thick bull neck, down his granite right pecs, past his stiff nipple, and down onto the lean back of Live Wire.
My hand was on my crotch, where my erection struggled to stand free. I inhaled deeply as Live Wire continued to twist, as Major Damage stayed on top of him, riding out every writhe, every buck. I licked my dry lips as Damage ground his hips forward, his cock beneath the sheer green material. His fat cock and how he could just slide it into the boy's waiting rectum, to hump his sweet blond ass.
Then laughter.
It brought me back from my fantasy. A loud laugh, the sort that might bellow out of Major Damage. But it's Dan, laughing at me, at my hand wrapped around the solid bulge in my shorts. He was laughing his fucking head off. Reality hit me with a cold hard smack.
"Bro, guess you're not getting any either!" Dan roared and chuckled.
"Any...?” I pulled my hand off my crotch. “Oh. I'm...yeah. No. Just forget it Dan, okay?"
to blow it all off.
"Hey man, don't feel bad. I'm not laughing at you...." he sputtered again "just...yknow. These wrestling guys, man." There was no stopping his laughter now. His cheeks flushed pink, and his shoulders shook.
I began to realize that it was okay. It was funny. But more than that, it was our joke. A guy thing neither of us would tell my sister, Lynn. It was just between us.
"Yeah, well, not all of us are married you know," I said.
"What the Hell does that mean?" he asked, smirking.
"You know. Sex. Regular sex."
With that he laughed again and slapped his knee.
"You really aren’t married if that’s what you think it is, regular sex."
"It's not?"
"Fuck no. I mean, me and your sister used to, sure. But not later when she got along in the pregnancy, and then after the baby was born. Man, I haven't had any in six months!"
"Wow! Six months? That's a long time. Half a year."
"Don't think I don't know it! Man, if it weren't for Rosey Palm and her five skinny sisters," he said, waving his hand and wiggling his fingers, "I wouldn't get off at all!" Then he bellowed and slapped his knee again. I laughed too, wondering if straight men sit around all day thinking of new names for masturbation.
"I thought I was the only one doing that in this house," I told him.
"No way man," he said, "It's a fucking lonely hearts club man! I'm practically a twice a day man myself!"
He cupped his own crotch for emphasis and guffawed.
"I guess so," I said. I paused and added, "If the underwear in your laundry basket is any indication."
That quieted him fast. He looked into my face, and it was my turn to smirk. And then to laugh, which I did. Out loud. And Dan blushed, probably the way I did when he caught me holding my dick.
"Well shit," he chuckled. "I guess we caught each other."
"Yeah, I guess so," I said, glad to have balanced the scales.
"Well, guys understand each other, man," he said. "It can just be our secret. Deal?"
He reached out and shook my hand. His big palm was hot in mine. Then he flinched his hand back and gasped.
"That wasn't the hand you just had on your dick just now, was it?" he asked in mock terror.
"Hey, fuck you Dan, fuck you," I said in my most butch voice.
"Hey, fuck you kid," he replied, breathing hard from so much laughter.
Neither of us spoke for a minute, until Dan did again. "Man, you got me going, you know what I mean?" He indicated the growing lump in his pants.
I swallowed hard and said, "Me too."
"Yeah, but you're a good-looking kid. You can go take care of it, find a... buddy, whatever you call it. Me, I'm a married guy without my wife. Man, sometimes you just don't wanna be alone."
"You're not alone now," I said.
Dan looked into my eyes. I smiled, though not too much, and nodded.
"Aw fuck, what the Hell," he said, and unbuckled his belt. He undid his pants, unzipped them, and sort of shimmied them down. His white briefs were packed, full, and my own erection stabbed at my belly. Dan looked over at me. "I'm not doin this alone, kid. Get yours out."
Numbly, unbelievingly, I unzipped my shorts and yanked them open. Unlike Dan, I didn't wear underwear. My dick sprang up, and a string of precum with it, making an arc between the tip of my dick and my flat belly.
Satisfied, Dan hitched his thumbs into his briefs and slid them down his big hairy thighs. His cock rolled out, almost fully erect. Immense. I guessed it was 8 inches in length, and broad from the base to the head, where it flared into a cap. It reminded me of a log. He took it in his hand and I felt the breath leave my body.
He gave it one or two quick strokes, and it stood straight up in his lap. In one movement, Dan reached back over his head and pulled his work shirt off, revealing the white v neck t shirt beneath it. I could better see Dan's build now, his muscled arms and chest, the broad V shape of his torso, his big solid belly. Fuck, he looked good.
"Aw man," he mumbled as his fingers trailed up his straight shaft, "that feels good!"
"Yeah," I replied, slowly working my own dick.
It felt unreal, sitting there with him, watching his hand glide up and down his cock. It looked like a tower, a skyscraper. His beefy bicep and forearm moved faster, and my mouth watered, longing to lick his wrist, his arm, the dark nest of his armpit. I felt very far away. And then I heard a gasping noise, a sound coming from my own throat.
Hot cum shot out of me, without warning. Dan heard me and looked over in time to see the third wave of cum ooze down my knuckles like white lava. My heart beat hard, my pulse pounding from head to toes, my asshole clutching tight and my hips still thrusting.
"Oh man," he said, and started beating his own cock fast. "You shot, man."
"That was… I'm not usually that fast," I mumbled. But he wasn't listening to me, not even really talking to me. Just staring at the white pool forming on me.
"S'okay man," he whispered, now pounding his fat dick furiously. "Just wait a minute."
He thrust his hips forward and precum oozed from his cockhead. He whispered "yeah" and spread his legs, and dropped his free hand to his balls, then lower. He whispered "shit” and closed his eyes. He beat his cock, opened his mouth, grunted a word I couldn't identify, and a geyser of white cum erupted up out of him, shooting straight up, and landing with a on his thigh with a smack. He kept shooting semen up and out, hitting his t-shirt, his thighs with white globules. He groaned out loud and muttered "fuck, ah, fuck yeah!" His big hand continued to pump his dick, until it had spilled every drop of his cum.
We both sat in silence for some time till Dan shook his head violently as he shuddered. "Fuck," he said. "I haven't done that for a long time!"
"It looked like it," I said, shifting in my seat to accommodate my dick, now stiff again.
"Naw," he said, "I mean not with another guy."
"You did? You fooled around with other guys?"
"Hey, I wasn't gay or nothing — no offense Ted. Just jerkin, yknow. Guy stuff."
"I guess," I replied. "I never did that with other guys. Not as a kid."
"Nah? That's too bad, kid." He caught sight of the hardon between my legs. "You gonna take care of that again?"
"Uh, no. I don't know." I had no idea how to answer. What to do.
"Hey, don't be embarrassed in front of me!" he declared, and wiped his hand off on his t-shirt, leaving a damp smear across it.
That’s the thing about embarrassment. Straight men like Dan don't have it. Only women. And gay men. It was a challenge, I thought. Did I have the balls to do it, to jerk off in front of my brother-in-law. Without a word I started to beat my cock. I spat into my hand and slathered it onto my dick, making a slick lubricant. Dan stared at me, nodded to show his approval, and smiled his big straight smile.
"Hey," he said, and stood up. He walked over to me, crouched down between my spread legs, and wrapped his fist around my hand on my cock. I let go, and he gripped my dick tight and began to jerk it, tenderly, then with more force. I instinctively spread my legs further apart, giving him full access to my cock, my balls, whatever he wanted. He looked up to me and said "See
what you've been missing?"
With his other hand he reached down between my legs, cupped my balls, and rolled them in his palm. He kept up the pace on my dick, catching the sensitive head with his big rough thumb every time he passed it. His other hand released my balls, and his fingers moved down till they found my asshole. He touched it gingerly and then rubbed his thumb up against it. More precum gushed out of me. I was twisting in my seat, squirming with pleasure and excitement. It was all I could do to not just grab my dick out of his hand and finish it off.
It was too much for Dan too, who took his hand away from my ass and began pumping his dick again, in concert with mine. Again, the hot cum boiled up in me, and spurted out of my cock, then drained down the side, onto Dan's knuckles. As I tried to catch my breath, I felt his big forearm and elbow rest heavily on my thigh, my dick still in his grasp. He was cumming again,
his thumb brushing the rim of the torpedo head of his fat cock, the semen shooting straight down into the carpet beneath him. He sighed softly as his eyelids fluttered and his open lips trembled.
"Man," he said, flatly, catching his breath. "I'm wiped. I'm going to bed. You mind cleaning up
down here?"
"No, no," I said. "Night."
He turned and walked up the stairs to his bedroom. I wiped up his load from the carpet, wiped my own off my belly and leg. I went to bed, where I fell asleep instantly.
4.
The next day Dan was gone before I woke up, which was not unusual. I spent the morning remembering jerking off together. The look in his eyes as he stroked my cock. The way his lips parted when he came. I was hard as fuck but didn’t jerk off, wanting to save myself for when he got home from work.
Then it occurred to me that he might not want to do it again. It might have been a one-time thing. It probably was. Or worse. It occurred to me that he might be upset about it. But, fuck, it
was his idea. And then it occurred to me how badly I wanted him, and that I would never get what I now wanted desperately.
I realized with sudden angst that the hot young guys I saw at the gym, the cute guys on campus, were all I would have from now on. And that they would not be enough. Their sculpted bodies inspired only the most mechanical arousal. Not the churning in my gut I felt when Dan came, or when he coaxed a second load out of me.
When Dan came home from work he was early, wearing his more-or-less usual work clothes, and looked handsome in his crisp ivory colored shirt. He had a brown paper bag under his arm. Wine? He set the bag down and slapped the counter hard and loud with his hand.
"Oh man," he bellowed, a huge smile plastered across his face. "Today was the day! Today was it! I sold it man, I sold the big one!" He was pacing the kitchen, full of energy. I'd never seen him so animated, so excited.
"What? What big one?"
"The car, man, the fucking car! A fucking 200 grand car!" He tossed back his head and howled, like a wolf. "Yes!" He shouted, laughing.
He told me the details, the make and model of the car, and how he talked to the guy who bought it.
"Man," he said. "I was smooth. Fuck, I'm good!"
"I'll bet he thinks so," I said.
"Oh man, Teddy, you know what a beautiful sell is?" As he spoke, he pulled out of the brown bag a bottle of champagne. "You figure out what the customer wants. Sometimes he doesn't even know he wants it himself. But you do, and you show it to him. You get into his head, you find what his secret desire is, and you pull it out and set it down in front of him! It’s not even the fucking car; it’s the way he’s going to feel in it. You don't have to sell a thing, man, cause you're just showing him what he wants already! You figure that out and you've got him eating out of your hand!"
Under Dan's thumb the cork loosened and shot out of the bottle fast and loud as a cannon, and the champagne erupted in a frothy spray. Dan turned the spray to himself and sealed his mouth over the rapid flow, taking in as much as he could until he nearly choked on it. When the froth filled his mouth and throat, he turned the bottle away, coughed and laughed some more.
"Man, I was too fucking high to stay at work, so I'm off for the day," he continued, undoing his tie. "Hey, Teddy, I always take Lynn out for dinner after a big sale, and most of them aren't this big. So whadaya say? Dinner out? My treat, college boy!"
"Yeah," I answered, "yeah, sure."
"Great! Hey, drink up some of this champagne. I'm gonna jump in the shower and change and we can head out."
I tried not to think of him, taking his clothes off, his hairy chest, his cock. I tried to think of his mustache. I always hated mustaches. Always. Even though his suited him. I tried to imagine the worst things I could, but I felt a damp spot of precum on the front of my shorts, and my dick stiffening.
Dan treated me to dinner at a restaurant I could never have gone to on my own. I made a pretense of trying to pay my share, but Dan wouldn't hear of it. We had steaks — Dan suggested a cut for me — and a couple of drinks. Dan wasn’t drunk, but he was feeling loose and giddy, so I insisted on driving us home.
"Man, I gotta tell you, you're an okay guy," he said to me in the car.
"Well thanks Dan. You're okay too."
"No man, I mean it. Yknow, I had a bad attitude about you. I figured you're this college kid, never worked a day in your life. But I was wrong, you're a good kid."
It looked like his drinks had loosened him up if he was being that frank.
"And there's the gay thing too," I added.
He looked surprised. But he responded. "That was a little… new. But you’re more of a regular guy than I guessed. And yknow, I figure I married your sister, so I married her whole family. You too, Teddy."
"So you're okay with it? You don't care if I sleep with other guys?"
"A man's gotta do what he's gotta do," he said. "I don't know what you gay guys do, but I guess it must feel good, or you wouldn't do it."
"You don't know what we do? The usual. Blow jobs. Jerking off." I paused. "Butt fucking."
I waited for his response with a cool silence.
"Whooa, man," he finally said. "That's gotta hurt!"
"Hurt? No way. You never did that?"
"Nah, nah… my wife… my first wife, she didn't want to. And your sister...well, it was, y'know, too soon."
“Ahhhhh! No talk about butt fucking my sister!” I groaned, making Dan chuckle. “And it's different for men. We have a prostate gland. It feels good."
I pulled up into our driveway in silence.
Walking toward the door, Dan dropped his meaty arm over my shoulder. "Man, was I a jerk to you? Did I hurt your feelings man?"
"No Dan, it's cool. You're not gonna' turn into a weepy drunk, are you?"
He laughed and slapped my shoulder. "No fucking way man. I'm just buzzed. But you know, you're my brother-in-law now. Anyone wants to mess with you they'll have to fucking pass through me!" He wrapped me in some kind of headlock and laughed. He let me go and mussed my hair, and we walked into the house together, and locked the door behind us.
"Hey, Teddy," he said, "I know Lynn gave you some money to stick around, help out, y'know."
"I guess," I answered.
"C'mere," he said, his big hand on my shoulder, drawing me closer to him. "Take this," he continued, filling my hand with a wad of money, twenty-dollar bills. Maybe a few hundred dollars.
"Dan? Oh no, that's.."
"Shhhh," he said, putting his finger up to his mouth, and then to mine to silence me. I wanted to open my mouth around it. I wanted to suck on it. "You need it, and I have it. Don't worry about it, man. You're my family, and a man takes care of his family."
He pecked me on the cheek and stepped away to go up the stairs to his bedroom.
"Thanks Dan," I said. "Night."
He walked up the stairs, out of sight.
Fuck, I though. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I was so fucking close. If I’d only turned just a little when he kissed my cheek it would have landed on my lips. Fuck!
I heard a sound. It was Dan clearing his throat. He was standing in the doorway, his pants unzipped and his hand cupping the crotch of his briefs.
"Hey, man, Teddy, you wanna?"
"Sure," I said, and walked over to him as if pulled by an invisible string.
I pulled down his pants, and then his white briefs. His cock was rousing to stiffness, hanging over two big balls. I cupped them in my hands and opened my mouth wide. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and slid my lips down to take in the rest of it. I heard him moan lowly as I sucked his cock, swallowing what I could, even taking it to the root a few times. He rested
his hands on my head, caressed it, held it in place as he thrust his erection into my throat. I gagged and sputtered, and he pulled out of my mouth. I looked up to see him staring at me. He cocked his head back, indicating that I should get up.
I stood up, and while our eyes were locked on each other he reached down and clumsily unbuckled my belt. I reached down to help him, and let my pants slide down and my stiff cock stand at attention. He reached down and wrapped a hand around it, and very slowly worked it up and down.
Satisfied by how hard I was, he lifted his shirt up over his head, and then the v neck t-shirt
beneath it.
His shoulders were brawnier unclothed than I'd imagined, and they formed the top of a broad V shaped torso, his hips nearly as slim as mine despite our differences in every other measure.
His pecs were big and solid, covered in fine golden-brown fur, the same fur that covered his belly, which was rounded but firm. Two russet-colored nipples poked out of the fur, big as half dollars, and conical, with hard tips. My mouth watered.
He returned his hand to my cock, working it slowly and looking in my eyes for signs of pleasure. I rested my hand in the middle of his hairy chest and could feel his heart pounding. No longer able to control myself, I bowed slightly, and sealed my lips around one of his nipples, and sucked. His muscles tightened, then relaxed again, and I could hear the long exhale through his nostrils.
"Was that okay?" I asked him, after breaking away from his tit.
"Fuck, yeah!" he whispered.
He ran his meaty paw over the nipple I had sucked. It was still wet, and stiff. With his other hand he pulled my head down to his chest again, steering my mouth to his other nipple, which I sucked on and gnawed at. A growl of pleasure rumbled through him.
He put his hands on my shoulders and guided me down to my knees. I set my open mouth around his erection, plunging as much of his cock into my throat as I could. I gulped it down, swallowing as I reached around him and grabbed the globes of his ass to pull him closer to me. I choked and gagged but kept at it. After I pulled him into me a few times he got the message and wrapped his hands around my head and started to pump his cock into my mouth, down my throat, on his own. Even when my eyes teared and my nose ran and I made retching sounds I held onto his thighs, encouraging him to fuck my throat.
I dropped my hands to my own dick and worked it furiously. The feel of his cock invading my throat and the thought of him getting off had me so hard I could cum at any moment.
"Oh, fuck, Teddy," I heard Dan say. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and started jerking it with his hand. "Oh fuck," he said again, breathing harder. "Teddy, Ted... Ted..."
The helmet head of his cock pulsed and swelled, and the tip released a fountain of jizz, spraying towards my surprised face. Panicked that I might lose a single drop, I engulfed his shooting cock with my mouth, his cum pumping out of him and down my waiting throat.
"Arrrrhhhhh..." he groaned as I swallowed his load, his hips thrusting into my face, his pubic
hair tickling my nose.
As I gulped down Dan’s cum, I could feel my cock go even harder in my pumping fist, and
I shot my own load out like a liquid bullet. It shot again and then again onto Dan’s calves on and on the floor, with Dan's cock still in my mouth as I sucked every bit of his semen out of him.
I stood up next to Dan and wiped the tears and snot from my face with the back of my hand. I leaned in toward his face, to kiss him, but he backed away. Instead, he rubbed the top of my head with his hand, mussing my hair.
"That was great Teddy," he said. "Thanks."
He picked up his clothes, went upstairs to his bedroom, and closed the door.
5.
I tried to sleep. God knows I was tired enough, had had enough to drink, and had just had one of the best orgasms of my life. But what sleep I had was fitful. I dreamt of Dan, of sex, of myself. There were no plots to these dreams, just images, and emotions I couldn't sort out.
I sat up in the middle of the night, wide awake. It was 2 am. My cock was hard, and not because I had to pee.
I got up out of bed, went upstairs to the living room where I'd blown my brother-in-law just a few hours earlier. I went up the stairs to his bedroom, opened the door, and went in.
The moon outside the window lit the room enough for me to make my way to the bed. I knelt beside it. I could make out Dan's form in the shadows, under his blanket.
"Dan," I whispered. I started to reach out to touch his shoulder, to shake him gently.
"Yeah?" he said. He was facing away, his back to me, but his voice was clear and firm. Unyielding. This wasn't the voice of someone being woken. He must have been awake at least since I entered his room.
"Dan, I just… I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about, you know, what happened before. Out there. Tonight." Dan reached up and turned on his bedside lamp. The light was a shock to my eyes, but I could see Dan flip onto his back and then turn to face me, resting on his side, his arm propped up on its elbow to rest his face in his hand.
"What is it Ted?" he asked. "What do you want?"
I felt myself shrinking. I didn't know what I'd gotten into, but it felt like I'd made a terrible mistake.
"Nothing," I answered. “Never mind."
"Nothing Ted? You came into my bedroom at two in the morning for nothing?"
"Yeah. No. Not nothing."
"You can't say, huh? You're scared?"
I nodded yes, in reply.
"You want it, Teddy? You want it pretty bad, don't you?"
I reached my hand under his blanket, under his sheets. Blindly I felt around, grasped his leg, worked my way up to his cock. I wrapped my fingers around it, and felt it harden in my grip.
"You want Dan to take care of you Teddy?"
"Yeah," I said, swallowing hard.
"I know you do," he whispered, and lifted his bedsheets. He was inviting me in. "C'mere. Let's take care of you."
I crawled into Dan's bed with him, and he wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me in his solid, warm flesh. He kissed my cheeks, my lips, my eyes. He ran his tongue down the side of my throat, his mustache tickling me the whole time, and then gnawed at my neck, all the way up to my ear.
"Now suck my cock," he whispered.
Under the blanket I buried my face in his crotch and made his cock the center of my life. I gulped down what I could, and then some more. I clutched desperately at his ass and pulled his length down my throat. Dan quickly rolled me onto my back, so that could pile on top of me to fuck my mouth. He was slow at first, tentative, but when he realized that I could take it he plowed into me, burying his cock to the root, withdrawing and driving home again.
When he withdrew his cock, he crept down so that his face was next to mine. He kissed my lips, then plunged his tongue into my mouth. Then he straddled me, and rested his full weight on me, my erection digging into his big hairy belly. He was heavy, maybe 250 pounds, and took my breath away, but the feel and the sight of his large hairy frame over mine, filled me with a bliss I hadn't imagined.
"I'm gonna do things to you," he said, in a deep low voice. "Things I always wanted to do."
He moved down to my chest, exploring my male torso with hands and eyes, fingers and lips. He traced the contours of my chest with his fingertips, then licked the same path, all the way up into my armpit. He ran his wet tongue down the cavernous center of my belly, along the ridges of the abs I worked so hard for, prying into the tight hood of my navel. He tweaked at my nipples, pinching them between his fingers, and then sucking on them with his hot mouth. He chewed them until I yelped, and when he released my nipple looked closely at his spit running down the bruised surface. He touched it lightly with one hand while he jerked his cock with the other.
He moved down to my cock and took it in his mouth. He sucked slowly, lightly, then swallowed down to the root. Gasps erupted out of me, as he bobbed his head on my cock, then teasing the head with his throat, where he swallowed and sent currents of pleasure pulsing through me. When he stopped, he paused to look at where his mouth had been, what he'd done.
With little effort he turned me on my side, my rear to him, so he could touch my asshole. He ran his finger and then his thumb over the dry surface and applied the lightest pressure there. He whispered something I couldn't hear, fuck, I think, and then buried his handsome face in the crack of my ass. His tongue lapped at my hole and then pushed into me, sometimes stopping to spit on it and then suck the same spit off again. He did that for...I don't know how long. But when he did stop, I was in a completely relaxed state, as if in a dream.
He curled up behind me, pressing his furry chest to my back, kissing my ear lightly, saying "Not much worse than eating pussy."
Without warning I felt the head of his cock shoving hard against my asshole, pressing in with unusual force. Dan wrapped his hard arms around my chest as I tried to twist around, holding me in place as he kept shoving his monster sized cock up into me.
"Ahhh, Dan," I grunted, trying to slow his progress. "You need to… slow down!" I may have grunted some more, but the pain made me twist and shudder.
"Don’t make me stop," he said, not stopping, but holding still.
"Uhhh, Dan, shit man, just hold it a second," I said. "Okay? Just stay right there."
He did, while I flexed my sphincter, making him moan. I spit on my hand and slathered it onto the mammoth cock trying to fill my ass. He even pulled out a little so I could lubricate the rest of his shaft.
“Ass isn’t as fast as what you’re used to,” I told him.
He ran his fingers over my shoulders, my chest, the back of my neck. He was looking at
me really closely for the first time, checking me out the way he might check out a new car. I flexed and relaxed, and the pain from the intrusion quickly subsided. When I
knew I was ready, I shoved back against him, my ass slowly but ably enveloping his cock.
“Ufff… there you… fuck it’s big… there you go…”
Dan sighed deeply and I joined him, as most of his erection found its way into me. Then he began to pump it into me, penetrating just a little more with each thrust. When the whole of his cock was in me, I let out a low gasp, so glad for the fullness I felt, and my body went limp with surrender.
"That's sweet, man," he said.
He lifted himself up on one arm and one leg, to cover my ass with his thrusting pelvis, then rested more of his weight on me so that I flopped down flat on my belly. He let himself rest flat on top of me, still thrusting, as my vision went funny, and little stars flickered inside my eyelids. He picked up speed as he grew more comfortable, pumping into my ass with fervor, shifting from long strokes to short jerks, swearing “fuck”, or whispering "oh yeah" when I'd tighten my asshole around his cock like a fist.
He pulled himself up on his knees, and with his hands on my hips lifted me along with him, propping me up on my hands and knees, doggy style.
"Play with yourself," he said.
I slid my trembling hand over my dick, as the stars I was seeing multiplied. Dan touched my back, my hips, wrapped his hands around my waist to anchor himself as he drilled into me harder than before, almost knocking me off my knees. I turned to look over my shoulder, to see him. He was oblivious to me, caught up in his own pleasure. The fur on his chest and belly was matted with sweat, as was the hair on his head. He had a sweet, faraway look on his face. Rapture.
My cock jerked in my hand, and I felt my bowel contract around the log inside me, and hot cum spurted out of me, on my hand, in his bed, and I made a loud sound, somewhere between a word and grunt. My whole body tried to suck Dan even deeper into me, as his every thrust pounded another load of jizz out of me, accompanied by a low whimpering noise. Her clapped a hand on the meat of my pec and squeezed and groaned, "Oh fuck", and I could feel Dan's immense cock throb and swell in me, and then his cum flooding my insides, filling me as he grunted and slammed his last thrusts into me.
When he stopped, I could barely stay upright on my four weak and trembling limbs. Slowly, carefully, he slid his only semi-erect cock out of my raw asshole. His cum was in me, and my guts felt beaten. A slow stream of hot liquid leaked out of my asshole. Neither of us tried to stop it.
We didn't talk about my sister's return. Instead, we went in as usual, except that we fucked at every opportunity, or I’d suck him off. He could do things with me that he didn't do with women. Indelicate things. He liked cumming in my throat, making me swallow so it flowed straight from his balls into my belly. I liked it too. Sometimes he'd come home from work and without any fanfare or chat he'd simply lay me flat on my belly, climb on my back and fuck my asshole until he came. Sometimes he'd sit me in his lap facing him, and fuck me while I jerked off, spilling my cum onto his belly. Other times he'd fuck me lovingly, tenderly, kissing me and telling me how good I felt.
On the way to the airport to pick up my sister, he pulled the car over into a desolate side road, bent me over the front car seat and fucked my ass harder than ever before, his big hands squeezing my pecs.
When Lynn saw how well Dan and I got along, she attributed the change to her brilliant idea of leaving us alone to work things out.
We didn't fuck again for a while, and I began to think we never would again. I went out to the
bars one night but was bitterly disappointed by every guy I found there. I left alone and went home, where I found Dan waiting in my bedroom. Without a word he put me on the bed on my side and fucked my ass raw, grabbing at my chest and grunting. After we both came, he fingered my hole and said, "Don't let anyone else fuck you there. Don't give this up to anyone else."
Since then, I haven't been with anyone else. Dan takes care of me. He even offered to pay for my membership at a nice private gym. He likes how I stay in shape. And he gives his cock. Whenever we're alone at I can count on Dan to spread my legs and fuck me, and sometimes even when we're not alone. Sometimes he’d visit me in my room late at night. One day, while my sister was outside playing with the baby, Dan took a bath while I sucked on his tits, and he jerked off. Lynn came into the house that day and almost caught us.
That night Dan came into my bedroom and sucked my cock while he fingered my hole. When I came in his mouth, he spat it out, but when he wiped his face off with the back of his hand, he smiled at me with something very much like pride.
I suppose this makes me disloyal to my sister on an epic scale. But I don’t see it that way. She has what she wanted, which is the baby. She’s not interested in sex. I know that from both of them. I like to think my thing with Dan helps keep the house in a happy balance, with everyone getting what they want or need. We’re all better off.
It's almost time to graduate now, and I don't know what will happen then. My sister is thinking of going back to work, and maybe I'll stick around to help with the baby. Dan’s son will be starting at my university soon, and might move in. I don't know where or how everything will end up, but I trust that Dan will find a way to make it work for all of us. That's what he does. He's the stud, the man of the house, and I can't deny that.
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