It’s that time of year and so I am headed to my mom’s house. She and her husband Mike have been together for more than 10 years at this point and if I have to admit it, he is a good guy, he was good to my mom for sure and that really was all that mattered. I just found little in common with him as he lived for sports and working on cars and well, let’s just say I don’t.

I had largely come out to the family in my early 20’s and it quickly turned into the “don’t ask, don’t tell” situation that we seem to have perfected, at least with my parents. My brothers, well one brother and one step-brother, seem to be fine with it and never phased. They are the same age actually, well same class all through growing up. My brother James was a few months older than Mikey so they seemed to get along a lot better than I did with either. They seemed to be from a different world than I was. I was career-focused after easily grabbing my 4 year degree in Business and now I was out in the corporate world working 6-7 days a week proving myself. These guys just went out partying with their friends and seemed to be taking their good ole sweet time getting through college after taking a “gap year.”

James would not be attending this year, setting off seismic ripples that nearly ripped through the entire family. It seems he is getting serious with the girl he is seeing and she is demanding that he spends time with her and her entire family skiing at some lodge with little cell service. Mom is livid but brooding and so I couldn’t dare cancel on her this year for any reason.

I arrive at the house, and it looks like just I remember from growing up except the one addition. When my grandparents got older Mom decided to add on to the house creating a huge apartment for them so they could go back and forth from their retirement home in Florida. The apartment was great with a huge living room and kitchen with a bar and then a full bathroom and a large master bedroom with a somewhat surprisingly small queen sized bed. My grandfather had passed away and I guess Grandma just didn’t like having such a huge bed reminding her how empty it was. Grandma was a feisty old broad, and we loved her but when my mom asked her if she would be coming home for Christmas she laughed and said “Why the hell would I want to come up there for 24 hours just to freeze my ass off and catch the flu from the lot of you?” She had a point. She then reminded my mom “I will see you in March when you come down during spring break.”

This allowed for me to have the entire apartment for myself, which I loved. Family is great, but damn you need to be able to escape from them. This alone seemed that we would have a much smaller get-together than in previous years. My brother, when he was home, kept his bedroom, and mine was demolished in order to add on the apartment, so it only seemed fair that I get the entire apartment to myself.

I pulled into the driveway and started unloading all my stuff, presents, DVR (had to catch up on several shows and who knows if they even had cable here) and a suitcase which I clearly over packed, but given that my mother can’t cook to save her life, I knew we would be going out to eat and never knew what type of place we would go to, so I needed choices. Right?

I also had to bring some toys and lube. I knew I wasn’t likely to get laid, but with work being crazy I am beyond horny and I knew I would have to hop on the internet and read some hot fucking stories as I pound out a few loads… and we all know that is so much better with a big toy shoved up your ass, am I right? Besides, if I am being honest, Mikey had always turned me on and he was always so touchy feely. Holding onto a hug a little longer than usual, touch to the shoulder or knee when talking. Always sitting just a little bit closer than normal and frankly I loved it!

When he turned 18 and we were having a drink at another one of these Christmas parties we were all headed off to bed and he complained about always having to sleep on the couch when he stayed over (he didn’t have a car yet, so he was stuck). I told him, half joking half not, that “there was always room in my bed for a hot stud like him.” He blushed like only a ginger can, and stammered “Wow, that is nice of you! I may just take you up on that, my back is still messed up from my last crash on this couch!”

He came up into the apartment with me and we had a few more drinks and finally we agreed we had to hit the sack. As we were getting ready for bed, pulling back the sheets and blanket, and stripping down, I was going to put on some light sweatpants and a t-shirt until I noticed he didn’t bring anything and he stripped down to these fire red Jockey briefs. You know the kind, no seams on them, and NOTHING left to the imagination. Clearly he was wearing a size too small, as they were stretched so thin I could see the head of his cut cock perfectly and the shaft, while not hard, certainly wasn’t completely soft either. This all laying on top of two very large balls that finally explained the noticeable bulge he was packing. I chose to just stay in my Calvin Klein extra long boxer briefs and while his Jockey’s showed a lot, my Calvins were so tight it was clear he saw my throbbing 7.5″ erection along with the wet spot that had started to appear right at the tip of my cut cock. He clearly saw it and looked at it for a bit too long, maybe just making sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. I looked at his face and he blushed again – damn I love making him blush like that.

We crawled into the then King Sized bed (really two twins pushed together a la Lucy and Ricky Ricardo) and then he started looking all around somewhat frantically.

“Mikey – whatcha looking for? Everything ok?” I say to him laughing as he was being rather funny in his clearly drunken state.

“I was just checking to make sure you didn’t hide any mistletoe around here. I know how much I turn you on, so try to keep yourself below a simmer tonight, ok?” He said half laughing and within a few seconds he was sound asleep.

I watched him sleep a bit and then succumbed to my own weary body. I woke up in the middle of the night and found that I had rolled over and put my arm around Mikey. He didn’t seem to mind at all in fact he had placed his arm on top of mine and I drifted back to sleep.

The worst thing about this apartment is there are no black out curtains or the like. When it is morning, you know it. The room lights up to an obnoxious level for two young men who had more than their share of drinks the night before. As I wake I notice that we have shifted overnight and I am now laying on my other side and Mikey has hugged close to me and was holding me tight making full body contact. This was nice. Fuck I am hard, and from the feel of things while I can’t be sure, I think he is boned as well.

“Morning stud” he says to me and gives me a tighter hug before rolling backwards to stretch! “Ha sorry for getting boned like this, I always get hard when I sleep especially when there is a warm body there for me to spoon. We must be the same in that regard because as you hugged me last night I felt that rod of yours! Nice piece bro!” He says as I get out of bed and stands up facing me to stretch.

“Damn bro! Nice rod yourself! Fuck you are huge! I bet you do some damage with that thing!” I say to him clearly just objectifying him with no fear.

“Ha, thanks bro. Yah, it’s served me well, but it does suck so many girls say they love how big it is until it slides in and then most can’t take it for more than a few pumps.” He says as he drops to do a few push ups giving me a great view of his ass in those tight briefs.

“Those lucky bitches should be more appreciative! Fuck they don’t know how lucky they are to have a beauty like that stuffed in them. Damn! I’m going to go and make some coffee!” I say having to get myself out of there before I make a fool out of myself lusting over my 18 year old step bro!

I didn’t put on any additional clothes just moving to the kitchen in my Calvins and shortly Mikey joined me as the beautiful music of the coffee maker kicked into gear. Mikey excuses himself to go and take a shower and as he does he leaves the door to the bathroom open. I walk past the door and tell him – “Hey I am next, just leave it running!”

Taking a quick peek into the shower, I get to see his beautiful nearly glow-in-the-dark white ass of his, damn it looks good enough to eat! ‘OK, calm down Logan!’ I tell myself.

Pulling some clothes out of my suitcase I grab another pair of Calvins, this time the same long length, it is winter after all, but this time light blue.

Then I hear Mikey.

“Hey Logan, can you get me a towel?”

I jump into the bathroom and open the closet door which is out of reach of the tub, and grab him a towel as he stands there, just a perfect specimen of man. Young, not an ounce of fat on him. Cock hanging free with his large balls stretched and hanging low and dripping water from them. He takes the towel from me and starts to shammy himself dry. I don’t really even hide the fact that I am severely checking him out. He doesn’t seem to mind at all either.

As he steps out of the tub, it really is just a tub with a hand held shower to use, I drop my Calvins by peeling them off and tossing them on the floor with his bright red jockeys. My cock isn’t completely hard, but it is extremely chubbed up.

“Damn bro, you got a nice piece too. Seems this family, on both sides, produces men with big dicks!” and he high fives me. Both of us naked and that contact sends a jolt of electricity from my hand right down to my cock where I am now fully boned up in front of my step brother! “Damn you are a grower! Nice!”

I hop in the tub and start cleaning up while Mikey stays naked and starts shaving. So hot to watch a man shaving, nude at the counter in a steamy bathroom. I stay hard through the entire shower and about 3 minutes in I hear my mother shouting “Come on boys, breakfast is ready!”

“I guess we better hurry! Pour me a mug of black coffee please while I finish up in here, Please Mikey?”

“I got you bro!” Mikey says. Minutes later he emerges from the bedroom with a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and a colorful pair of socks on. Light blue this time, wonder if he matches his Jockeys to his socks? I didn’t find out on that trip.

That was 6 years ago and we hadn’t been able to have any other close times together as each year at Christmas he was dating some girl and they didn’t stay over, but this year he pulls into the driveway alone!

I finish getting settled and then head out to see everyone.

Chatting with my mom about nothing really, just catching up as Mikey catches my eye. Shit he looks good. Has he been working out? He is wearing a crisp new polo shirt and the arms of the shirt seem to be grabbing his biceps tight. Fuck, the black shirt on his white freckled skin so damn hot. I notice he has a bit of chest hair showing through the top of the shirt, trimmed for sure but that red hair on his chest is so damn hot. Looking up he has some stubble on his face and shit, he catches me checking him out. He just smiles this knowing smile.

Yah, I was busted checking him out, lusting after him. It certainly wasn’t the first time. Several years ago when we got a pool installed and he jumped in with only his boxer briefs on… he was likely no more than 18 years old at the time and was really the first time I saw him as a sexual object. Then to the Christmas sleep over till now, fuck he has gotten so much hotter.

He slowly makes his way over to me after giving some love to my mom’s black lab who just loves all attention. I kept my eyes locked on him the entire way over to me as things seemed to go into slow motion as this hot man makes his way to me. He pulls me into this strong hug, a full body contact hug where we are cemented together from crotch to shoulder. “It’s so good to see you Logan, it’s been way too long!”

“Mikey, you too! Damn, looks like you have been working out, stud!” he blushes a bit as we pull back from each other and I grab hold of his right bicep and place my left hand on his chest.

“Yeah, had to channel all this energy into something productive now that I am not wasting it on Diana anymore!” he says acknowledging his break up with Diana who he had been with for the last 6 years or so, thus depriving us of any time together around the holidays.

“Yeah, I am so sorry to hear about that, bro. I know that must have been so hard on you.” I say, not really sincerely as I couldn’t stand the bitch. She was always so negative about things and really brought out the worst in people. This is the Mikey I remember, and I am damn glad to see him again.

Mom starts bringing out the food to a buffet like set up in the kitchen as she announces that dinner is almost ready and that we should get a plate and make a line. Mikey goes over to talk with his dad for a few minutes as I offer to help my mom a bit. She has most everything so I set out the plates and silverware and then my step father and Mikey go through the line and make their plates.

Mom heated up some ham to make sandwiches with, had a slow cooker full of a vegetable beef soup and she also put out some deviled eggs, pasta salad and several pies to choose from. I made myself a bowl of the soup and grabbed some of the pasta salad and made my way into the living room to grab a seat on the couch. Mikey grabbed the other side of the couch and my mom and step dad grabbed their respective comfy chairs and we all started watching the news hearing that we have a freezing rain storm that is coming through the next few days and that we should expect some really bad roads and possible downed power lines.

Finishing my soup and realizing that Mikey had finished his I pick up both of our dishes and I head into the kitchen with them and load them into the dishwasher. Coming back in Mom suggests we watch a movie and cues up Avatar. I had seen it when it first came out in the theater but none of them had seen it before, so this will be fun I think.

The way the couch was situated in the room, it sat at an angle to the TV which made it rather awkward for Mikey. I grabbed some oversized pillows and propped them up down by my knees for him so he could lean back and aim himself more directly at the screen.

“Thank bro, you don’t mind me leaning like this do you?” he says with this warm smile on his face. We have never been afraid to be affectionate with each other, which I found really nice. Typically with straight guys his age when they find out you are gay they immediately put distance between you and them. Maybe they are afraid they will catch “it” or maybe they are scared they will like it. Who knows, but that was never the case with Mikey.

I had my legs up as a brace for the pillows and Mikey leans back on them and as he does he places his left hand on my left foot under the pillow a bit and rubs my foot a bit. It was nice. I don’t know if I would call it sexual, though I will admit to being boned up rather quickly. Shit it has been weeks since I have had sex, and that sex wasn’t that great so any contact with a man was a treat.

About an hour into the movie I start to get a cramp in my right leg, so I shift a bit so I can extend my right leg down flat up against Mikey’s right leg. This contact was nice but also both of us clearly realized that he was between my legs now. He rested his arm on my leg and from time to time would rub it nicely.

This was a long movie so we shifted a few times but stayed close to each other. At the end of the movie we both got up and stretched and then both agreed we needed to have a drink and I announced that the bar was open!

“Whatcha pouring bar keep?” I say to Mikey, he was known to make a mean drink and was heavy on the pours. I see him pull out the Grey Goose vodka, his favorite, and he mixed in some fresh lemon juice and some lemonade that was in the fridge and damn if it wasn’t good. Kinda a refreshing lemon drop on a cold night.

My mom grabbed the cards and announced we were going to play some Spades and Mikey said before we got started he was going to grab his stuff from the car. I followed him offering to help. He was driving a nice blue Jeep Wrangler soft top, so that thing must be a bitch in the winter trying to keep warm up here in the freezing midwest. He had a bag of gifts along with a suitcase and so we headed inside.

He started to head to my brother’s room, figuring since James wasn’t here that he would crash in there. But when we got there we found that the room was piled high with crap from my brother as he was in the middle of moving.

“Well this isn’t happening. I can just sleep on the couch in the living room, I guess.” Mikey says.

“Oh hell no, you can come stay in the apartment with me, there is plenty of room. Not like we haven’t crashed together before, you know.” I say to him and he looks relieved. “Besides its 9pm now and I bet you by 9:30 or 10, they are going to want to go to bed and I know neither of us will be ready. We can watch TV and catch up. Sleepover!!!”

“Cool, sleepover… with booze!”

“YES! Booze too! Wait, don’t all sleepovers have booze or have I been doing it wrong all this time?”

“Ummm I am sure your sleepovers have much more than booze!’ He says as he winks at me and raises his eyebrows a few times. Fuck he is so cute.

We head back to the family room and rejoin the others and we tuck in for a few rounds of Spades. Mikey and I partner and we hold our own but my mom and his dad are clearly hustling us and we are grateful when they announce they are going to bed.

“Mikey is going to stay in the apartment with me, so you guys can get some sleep. We are going to watch some TV and catch up. Goodnight and love you guys!” I say and we all give out hugs. Mike, my step father, announces that since we could lose power, and thus heat, he has turned up the heat a bit so if it gets too hot in the house that is why. He tells us we won’t have a problem since we have a gas fireplace we can light up. I had never thought of that so that’s cool.

We head into the apartment and both of us decide we are going to get into some comfy clothes and then pour ourselves another drink and we can find something to watch. I light the fireplace and the fire comes roaring, lighting up the living room and the bedroom as it is open to both.

Not even thinking Mikey just follows me into the bedroom and opens up his bag to find some clothes. Wondering if he will want to sleep in here since the bed has shrunk since last time. I followed his lead and pulled my bag up onto the bed and in doing so I didn’t realize I had already unzipped it and everything come pouring out onto the bed.

“Oh shit” I say as I try to grab stuff to put back into my bag. One thing that fell out was a new toy I got and was thinking I would try out if I had some alone time. It’s a red dildo with a vibrator built into it. I had already tried it out and it was a bit thick, and just the right length to hit all the right spots as well as stretch you out a bit. As it fell out of the bag it rolled over and landed right up against his bag. He picks it up and inspects it.

“Logan, you dirty boy! What’s this for? In case you get lonely?” He says with this sexy smirk on his face.

Embarrassed but also turned on that he is just standing there holding this red dick, a toy that no more than 18 hours ago was 8″ deep inside me. “Well, yah. I mean I always sleep better after a good session here with RED.”

“Red huh? I knew you had a thing for redheads, you can just tell.” He says as he winks at me and slaps the floppy 8″ dildo in his hand. “Too bad this is kinda small, must leave you wanting more.”

“Small huh? I guess it depends what your frame of reference is. I think Red here is near perfect.” I say to him as I start to get hard and he passes red back to me and unbuttons his jeans intent on changing right in front of me.

I lay RED right on the bed and pull out a pair of light gray sleeping pants and a T-Shirt and I unzip my jeans and start to peel them off not realizing I have on one of the most revealing pairs of underwear I own. These super thin, nearly see through white boxer briefs with the long inseam and a pouch that lifts your balls and cock out. My hard cock pointing the way and leaving nothing to the imagination. I figure what the fuck and just go for it. It was warm in here and since the last time we were together he gave me such a show, I figure I will return the favor and just stay there.

My 7.5″ thick cock is poking nearly straight out from me, weighted down by my heavy balls pulling it southward. The helmet head of my cock is clearly visible showing that it is slightly bigger than my shaft and when hard like this the near purple head is completely visible with my precum making the thin fabric completely transparent. I act as if I am not flustered, but truely I am so fucking horny and fuck if I did love showing off in front of a straight guy. A HOT straight guy at that.

Mikey had slowed his progress watching my show I was putting on as I slowly folded up my jeans and then pulled off my sweater and TShirt, standing in just my see through boxer briefs and footies, it has been a while since I was this turned on.

Apparently not wanting to be outdone, Mikey starts to strip and pulls off his polo shirt exposing his beautiful chest with his small but perky nipples and then bends down to peel off his skin tight jeans. Still a fan of his jockey underwear, this time wearing a light blue pair of his own nearly see thru pair of briefs I can tell he is nearly hard himself sporting at least a half chubbed up cock. My god, he may be right. Red may be small in comparison to what he is packing at full mast.

“So I have never really understood how guys can take cock up their ass and especially something as big as… well Red here.” As he reaches over and picks back up Red and having removed all his clothes but his jockey underwear that looks down right pornographic. As he sits down and leans a bit back I can see the tip of his large and growing cock begin to peak out of the top of his Jockeys. If you have ever worn those before you realize that your cock has a mind of its own, the Jockeys will do little to convince it otherwise.

“Well, it doesn’t just slide in. It takes work, patience and lots of lube.” I say as I reach into my suitcase and grab my travel sized 4 oz bottle of WET PLATINUM. Love that stuff, it’s good for personal fun but also works well for fucking. I realize I shouldn’t use it with my toys, but let’s be honest water based lube is little better than spit and we know that doesn’t last long, but sure, it can be hot. But if you want some extended fun, you are going to need a silicon lube that can take it and preferably one that doesn’t taste terrible because you are not doing it right if you don’t get some in your mouth at some point.

“Let me see that. What makes this kind so good? I assume you are a connoisseur of some sort.” he says with a giggle and a sexy AF smile.

“Well, thank you for recognizing and paying me the respect I deserve.” I laugh and then take on a professorly tone, “You see, Lube is only good if it provides enough lubrication to make things easier but also that it doesn’t dry out or is too thick that you stop feeling anything.” I pick up the lube and squirt a small drop onto my finger and then smooth it around between my thumb and finger. I then reach down and grab his finger and show him how thin but slick it was.

“Nice.” he says as he picks up his bag and tosses it onto the floor and then leans back a bit and says “OK, so show me!” Again with that sexy smirk of his and his cock must be fully hard now because I am scared to death to think it could get any bigger. By my estimation he was a solid 9″ and nearly as thick as a red bull.

“What do you want me to show you?” I say getting a bit scared, but so damn excited. I mean I think my brother is wanting me to show him how I loosen up my ass to take this toy! How I could possibly take a cock.

“You know exactly what I want you to show me! I have always wondered how this all worked, just never had someone I could ask and well – here we are. Here you are. You are CLEARLY in the mood,” he says as he reaches over to give my cock a squeeze and in doing so milks out a solid drip or two of precum soaking the head of my cock on my already see-through boxer briefs. “Now take these off and show me” he says as he pulls down the front of my underwear low enough to expose the shaft of my cock and almost the head, but not far enough for me to just pop out of them.

“Fuck, bro! I always knew you had a dirty side! OK, if this is what you want, I will but once I get started I have to cum at least once if not more, so you can’t expect me to suffer blue balls for your curiosity.” I say as I stand up and I peel off my boxer briefs and toss them at his face. After they land on his face he grabs them and looks at them closely.

“Fuck these do look good on you, may have to get some for myself now that I am back on the prowl again.” As he says this though I could have sworn he took a big sniff of them right at the wet spot I had left behind.

I grab my suitcase and place it on the floor, and then crawl up into bed so I can lean up against the pillows a bit. Realizing just how small this queen sized bed is, we are still really close as I slide up onto the bed, get comfy and spread my legs out a bit, resting one on his knee.

“So I start by working myself up. The more turned on you get the easier things can get moving.” I say as I stroke myself after taking a squirt of lube into my hand and warming it up. “I really precum a lot, how about you?” I ask him as we both look down at his cock and his light blue jockeys with a beautiful and growing wet spot.

“Yeah, I guess I do. I guess I just thought that was normal.”

“Oh no, that’s what I have found, and after all I am a professional.” We both chuckle. “But seriously we are so fucking lucky to produce a lot of precum as that keeps things nice and lubricated when and where you need it to be.”

“I suppose most of mine just ends up in the rubber. But lately I have been rubbing a few out more and more frequently and it is nice to have some additional lubrication. So what’s next, cause I still don’t see how this thing is going in there.” He says as he picks up Red and pushes it between my legs where my partially exposed hole is soon to take center stage.

“Surely when you and Diana fucked you noticed how much precum you were producing as you fucked her!” I said, looking quite confused.

“Not really it all went into the rubber.”

“”Oh shit, you only fucked with a rubber on? You never got her bareback? Why the fuck would you two not ditch the rubbers? FUCK they suck! You were together for what, 6 years? And together 3 years before that?”

“She couldn’t take the pill. She complained it made her sick and fucked her up, and we knew we didn’t want kids. Never wanted kids, so we always had to fuck with a rubber. That is all I have ever really known, so I wasn’t even really tempted to try it otherwise. Shit, she is a good catholic girl so if she got preggers, we were fucked.”

“Oh bro, that is a shame. Fucking raw is amazing.” As I say this I am leaning back further, getting into position so I can lift my leg up a bit so I can begin to play with my ass but also give my brother a show. “Scoot up a bit here so you can see, but also let me rest my leg on you, it will help.”

He moves up and his cock has now popped out of the top of his underwear and has clearly been dripping a bit. He gets close to me and then starts to lean back, not even thinking I reach down and pull a drop of his precum onto my finger and as he watches me I take it right to my mouth and lick it.

“Dude, I can’t believe you just did that.” he says as he starts laughing. “Fuck, how do I taste, bro?”

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” I say, stammering a bit, “You taste really… I mean really good.” Now it is my turn to blush.

“I have plenty more,” he reaches down and milks his beautiful cock and gets a huge fingerfull and then takes it up to my mouth and slides his finger inside. I take hold of his hand and hold his finger in my mouth as I make sure to suck it clean of the most delicious precum I have ever tasted.

See, I have a huge thing for precum, but I am not that big of a fan of cum itself. Frankly I think it is a waste to shoot your cum anywhere but inside me, but that is likely because I am just a horny and greedy bottom. But precum, fuck that is typically so good! My brother’s was something more than amazing. It was so sweet with a slight hint of musk that just drove me wild.

“Dude, can I have my finger back?” He is clearly turned on by the entire thing, likely almost as much as I was.

“Oh yeah, sure. But fuck dude, you could bottle that shit! Fuck, I may need more of that!”

I lift my leg and place it on his shoulder and grab Red and the lube and start slicking him up really good. I then take my lubed hand and start to finger myself I go right in with two fingers and quickly get to three because I am so fucking horny, I NEED something in there quick!

I then hold onto Red warming him up a bit, he is made of a red jell and looks the the mold of a real cock, made of silicon so there is plenty of give in him but feels much better if he isn’t cold as he slides in. I push the tip inside of me and look up to see him watching intently as his right hand is massaging my left leg and his left hand has moved from holding my leg up on his shoulder to down to his cock. I pull Red out of me and I add some more lube to him and reinsert him and take about two inches of him as I moan a bit. As I get up to 3″ inside me it rubs up against my prostate which causes me to moan and my eyes to roll back a bit.

“Wow, what was that?” he asks me, still milking his cock.

“My prostate, fuck it feels good having something rub up against it.”

“No shit, so it really feels that good for you, huh? I always figured it would be painful but you were doing it to make the other guy feel good. But you get off on this too?”

“Fuck yeah, look!” I show him my dripping cock as I am hard as a rock and dripping down the side of it. I push Red in a bit more and my cock belches out another big drip of precum.

“Holy fuck that is hot!” he says as he reaches down and strokes my cock a few times for me.

I grab his hand and hold it still on my cock “Careful, I don’t want to blast too soon!”

“No shit, you could cum that fast from just having Red slide into you?”

“Well Red certainly is helping but fuck, I just had one fucking hot ass straight guy who I have lusted after for some time just grab hold and stroke my cock!” I say and it’s his turn to blush this time.

“You have lusted after me? Have you jacked off thinking about me?”

“Fuck yeah I have! Mikey, why do you think I got a red cock sliding into me! You fucking ginger stud, I have wanted your cock for a while now, bro! But I never thought it would be possible. Fuck I just wanted to fool around with you a bit and so yeah, this is like a wet dream come true!”

He puffs out his chest a little “Fuck bro, that is kinda hot. Never knew I turned you on like that. Fuck, I am dripping down here!” He says as he is stroking his cock.

“Fuck, don’t let it go to waste!” I say to him.

He looks like he is thinking about it and then just says fuck it, and he lets my leg down gently and stands up on the bed and pulls off his Jockeys and brings his 9″ cut monster down to me “I figure you might as well get it directly from the source!” He says as he lays his cock right down on my lips. I then suck in as much as I can, drinking his precum like it’s my job.

His cock is just perfection. The head is the same width as the top of the shaft of his cock. Nearer the base of his cock he gets thicker, much thicker so this is going to take some work to make him feel good. There is a hot vein that runs from the base of his cock right up the top of it. It is big and pronounced and hot as hell to see this close and personal. This cock is perfect and I am getting to suck it, and so I got to work.

“Holy shit, Logan. Suck my cock!” he says as I go to town so much so he has to brace himself on the headboard of the bed. I take as much as 7″ of his cock into my throat, I just can’t seem to take any more of it as it is so thick. I choke a bit and pull back. Determined I go to town on him, pulling out all the tricks, I need my brother to know I am good at this and that he has been missing out!

Try as I might, I can’t seem to get past about 7″ of that monster, but I reach a hand up and start playing with his huge nuts which are trimmed up nicely. He doesn’t shave them, but keeps it nice and trimmed which I kinda like. Fuck his nuts are huge and feel completely full, fuck I know where I want this load and it isn’t down my throat.

He pulls away from me and heads back down to where he was. “Fuck, bro I almost came. Damn it is true what they say, guys are better at blowjobs!”

“We are better at much more than that, Mikey!” I say as Red has now sunk all the way inside me down to its balls.

“No way, you took all of him.” He reaches down and grabs Red by the balls and starts thrusting it in and out of me really slowly.

“Hey, can you put some more lube on him?” I say, like I would ask for him to pass the mashed potatoes at Thanksgiving.

“Oh sure!” he pulls him out about half way and then drips a few drops of lube onto it and slides it back into me. He looks me directly into my eyes as he is doing this, and says. “So this really feels good for you, huh? Like what feels good about it?”

“Well, it’s the fullness for sure, being stretched a bit is really great. But trusting is the best part which is kinda hard with a toy vs the real thing. The real thing is better when you have a guy that can control the pace and speed up and slow down and such.”

“Really? So the real thing is better huh? Cause, well I have the real thing and I kinda would like to try your ass on for size, that is if that wouldn’t be too weird, bro?”

“Holy fuck, really? YES! I would LOVE that! YES! Let’s do it!” I say to him, almost too excitedly and I pull it back a bit not wanting to spook him. “So, how do you want me? On my back? My stomach? Want me to ride you?”

“Well, let’s start with you on your stomach that way we can see if this is going to work or not without the added stress of me looking at your hard and dripping cock while I am trying to make sure mine works and slides into a guy’s ass!”

“Ok, let’s do this!” I pull red out of me and plop him down beside us. I move my leg off of him and flip over onto my stomach. As I do this I feel him get up off the bed and reach down to his bag and I hear him grab a condom. Fuck, I was kinda hoping he would just rawdog me, but I suppose we should be safe. I mean I know I am safe as I was just tested two weeks prior at the clinic and we know he is safe because he just admitted he had only ever fucked with a condom.

I hear him slide the condom onto his huge cock and he comes up and straddles me and starts adding some lube to his cock and my ass. He starts rubbing his cock between my cheeks.

“Holy fuck, bro! I can’t believe we are doing this, but fuck I can’t thank you enough cause i haven’t fucked i nearly a year now!”

“Fuck I should be thanking you, stud! Now take it easy. You are much bigger than Red.” I reach back and pull my cheeks apart so he can see his target a bit better. He places the tip of his cock at my hole and teases it by poking it at the hole, adding pressure at each push until I feel the head slide into me. Fuck he feels good. His large helmet head of his cock is fully inside me now and he feels sooo good. Applying more pressure as the first two inches are now solidly in me and he leans down on top of me as his lightly hairy chest makes contact with my back.

“How am I doing, bro? This feel good for you? Cause your ass is fucking amazing! I have never been in something this tight before? Fuck can I give you more?” He says nearly panting at this point, a combination of being turned on and likely holding himself back because this guy is ready to fuck, I can tell and fuck if I am not ready for him.

Releasing my cheeks and grabbing hold of his ass I pull him down on top of me forcing the rest of his 9″ deep inside of me, taking the wind out of me. You joke about having your guts rearranged, but a cock this big has to move some stuff around to fit inside. Fuck it hurts so good though.

“Fuck yes, Mikey! Fuck you are balls deep inside me!” I say to him, loving how he feels inside me but then also feeling him place all of his weight onto me. I can feel him, hear him breathing hard in my right ear as he collapses on top of me.

“Fuck you feel so good on my cock, bro! Fuck, you gonna let me have this ass whenever I want it huh? Cuz we have time to make up for!” He says to me as he starts to slide in and out of me, taking slow strokes.

“Your ass is amazing, bro! Fuck yes!” he says to me as he pulls my arms up above my head and runs his hands up to mine and we interlock fingers. “Im going to start fucking you now, are you ready?”

“Yes, fuck me bro!” I say to him feeling his full weight as he starts to piston in and out of me at the same time he is making full body contact with me as his full weight is pushing me into the bed and perhaps most intimately our hands joined together, holding each other.

“Fuck me, you are not going to break me! I’m a man, fuck me like a man, stud!” I say to him because I really want the full fuck thrown into me! I want to be drilled.

“Fuck yah, shit! Why didn’t we do this years ago! Fuck, all you would have had to do is ask me! I would have been fucking you for years if I knew it was this good! Fuck Logan, I love you bro!”

He is pounding me rather hard now, loud slapping sounds along with some grunts from both of us are the only sound you hear. Abruptly he stops and stays bottomed out inside me. “Wow, stay still bro! Almost lost it there! Fuck your ass is a furnace, it feels so fucking good on my cock!”

“Fuck, that first time I saw you changing your clothes to get into the pool when I was home from College and I saw those fucking hot, see through Jockeys of yours I knew I wanted that cock of yours!” I admit to him as he is balls deep and holding it inside me.

“Fuck, I remember that! You were looking at me in a way that was weird but it turned me on! You saw me getting hard from your look! Fuck, all you would have had to have done is ask to suck my cock and we would have been fucking that day stud!” He says to me.

“Mikey, I hate that we missed all that time, but we can make up for it, huh?” I say to him. He squeezes my hands, fingers woven together as he moans into my ear with his deep voice that sends a shockwave directly into my nuts.

“You good bro?” I ask, wanting to make sure I don’t trigger him to shoot! I still want a bit more from him.

“Yah, I am good!”

“Could we try a different position?”

“Fuck yah! Whatcha thinking?” He says as he pulls back from me and pulls completely out. A bit faster than I would have liked. He then rolls over beside me and slaps my ass playfully.

“Here I will lay on my back and you come up in between.”

“Cool, I kinda liked your leg up on my shoulder before!” he says as he comes up between my legs and lifts them up a bit and lines his cock up with my ass. And starts to slide back into me.

“Wait” I say to him. He looks a bit panicked as he looks into my eyes.

“Oh shit, did I do something wrong?” he says with a look of real concern on his face.

“No, no not at all this is fucking amazing. But look, take off the condom.”

“Oh you had enough?” He says looking really sad.

“No, bro! I want to feel you, not the damn rubber. If you can’t bareback your brother, then who can you bareback?” I say to him kinda joking but fuck, I don’t want anything between us.

“Yah, bro. I don’t know about this. I mean, I have never fucked without a rubber. And you are a guy… and that is a fucking hot, tight ass you got there. But… I just don’t know if we should we are brothers.”

“Step brothers, fuck that. You ARE my brother, I love you and I know you love me. We have been through a lot. It would be much more special and if you don’t like it then just pull out and I will finish you off with the best blowjob you ever had while I let RED finish your work.” I say knowing that that will challenge him. He hates to be called a quitter.

“No shit. I have never fucked anyone without a comdom, bro.” He says as he is slowly rolling off his condom and looking at me. “You sure this is safe for us? I mean, I’m not saying you have anything but…”

“You are clean, you have only ever fucked with a condom and I was just tested for everything under the sun not two weeks ago. It’s just we are brothers, and this is a special night. One we may never repeat and I don’t want any regrets. I want this and I know I want to give it to you! I know the type of girls you go after and I don’t want you to raw dawg them and their trampy asses. Better your brother. Better me!

Condom off he reaches down and says “Fuck I do precum a lot!”

“Fuck yah, lets see if the precum is enough, slide back into me bro!” I wink at him.

He looks me right in the eyes as his bare cock touches my asshole and begins to slide into me. Inch by inch he makes his way back into me, though in this position he is going to get all of those 9″ deep inside me. As he bottoms out and I can feel his fire red pubes touch my ass, knowing I have all of him inside me our eyes meet again.

“Fuck this is almost too much, Logan! Fuck! I never knew it could. Fuck don’t move! Being inside of you, bare like this is fucking amazing. I never knew it would feel so different. So much warmer, so… fuck this feels good!”

“Fuck yah, take your time, stud! God this does feel amazing! Shit why didn’t we do this earlier! Fuck your cock… feels sooo good… inside me! You can take your time! I want to cum with you so I will pace myself but I would love for us to cum together!”

“Fuck yah, but not just yet! Damn your ass is… fuck! Ok, I have recovered I am going to fuck you now!” He starts to long dick me and it feels so good. He lifts my legs a bit higher and he is plunging even deeper inside me than before and I am moaning with him. I can feel his cock inside me that huge head on his cock rearranging my guts fuck this is fantastic. Damn this straight boy knows how to fuck ass! Damn!

“Logan I am getting close, bro! Are you?”

“Fuck I could cum at any time, stud! But, Mikey. Look at me.” I say to him and as he keeps fucking me picking up the pace and starting to drip sweat down onto me. “Bro I want you to cum deep inside me! Fucking breed me bro!”

“Holy shit, you serious? Holy fuck, you guys call it breeding? Fuck, yah. I am so going to breed you, bro! Fuck!” he is pumping me so fucking hard right now and looking me directly in the eyes as he keeps pounding me and clearly reaching the point of no return. He plunges down on top of me causing my legs to go higher in the air as he locks lips with me and I feel him start to fire off inside me! Pulsing so hard with his huge cock head flaring each shot of cum deep in my guts as he kisses me and thrusts his tongue into me just as hard as his cock.

Not even touching myself anymore I fire a huge load between us covering in a huge amount of cum. He stays bottomed out inside me as I feel his cock still pulsing inside of me and we both start panting trying to recover from what was one of the best, if not THE BEST orgasm I have ever had in my life.

He is still grunting and pulsing in my ass as I start to feel him pulling back from me. I reach up quickly, grabbing his ass. “Stay inside me, Mikey. I want you to stay there a bit longer, I don’t want this to be over!” He stops his retreat and leans back in and kisses me, tongue deep, wet and manly kiss. Feeling his beautiful red stubble against my face as he devours me. He pulls back from me a bit.

“I don’t know why you keep saying this will be over. We are both single and we can fuck anytime we want and you better bet I am going to take this ass for a spin whenever the fuck I want moving forward.” He says this with a bit of a joke but also this animalistic hunger that is such a fucking turn on! His cock isn’t deflating at all and neither is mine, but my legs are getting sore so we move around a bit, keeping his huge cock inside me until it pops out and I quickly close down as to not lose one ounce of his load to the bedsheets.

I roll onto my side and he comes up behind me to big spoon me. Doing so he reaches down and pushes back into me. I jump a bit at the sudden reentry.

“What, you said you wanted me to stay inside you!” He pulls the blanket over us and feeling so safe, so full I think we both fall asleep.

Somewhere in the middle of the night I feel him moving against me and starting to fuck me again. Well he stayed fucking me, I suppose but I feel him moving in and out of me.

“You can keep sleeping stud, I just am going to drop another load in you cause that furnace of an ass you have here has me all wound up again.” He says as he begins to plow me from behind. This position has him hitting my prostate perfectly and I grab his hand that is holding my chest and I bring it down to my cock.

“Holy fuck did you cum again?” he asks.

‘No, stud, that is all the precum your dick is making come out of me by rubbing my prostate like that. Fuck this feels even better than before!” He keeps stroking me as he fucks my ass with perfect form constantly hitting my prostate like a heat seeking missile.

“I can’t believe I am fucking you, Logan. Fuck, truth be told I had more than a few wet dreams where I woke up to thoughts of plowing your tight ass. Fuck this ass is tighter than anything I have ever been in. And no rubber numbing things… fuck those things strangle my cock.” He says as he regrips my cock and realizes I have a lot more precum oozing out. “Fuck this Precum of yours is doing all the work! Fuck, that is hot. Shit, never thought I would be stroking another guy’s cock.”

“Never thought you would be stroking another guy’s cock while you get ready to breed him for the second time of the night!” He then starts kissing and sucking on the back of my neck, picking up the pace both on my cock and in my ass. He is using my cock as a handle to pound my ass from behind and I am going to cum any second.

“Mikey, I am going to cum… don’t change a thing keep doing exactly this… fuck you feel so good. Fuck you can have my ass anytime you want, bro. Here I cum!” I say this and I shoot past the bed and onto the floor and it looks like I hit the wall. Mikey continues to pummel my ass and finally he lets go of my cock to grab my hip as his arm beneath me cups my chest and next thing I know…

“Fuck, I love your ass bro!” he says as he bottoms out and holds deep inside me as he floods my guts with his third load, and this one feel to be just as big as the first one! Fuck, I can’t get over the feeling of him pulsing in my ass as I feel ever shot of his hot cum painting the inside of my guts.

“Fuck yah! I can feel you shooting inside me Mikey. Fuck that is so hot.” As he tries to catch his breath he is rubbing my chest and slowing starting to recover as he keeps his cock deep inside me.

“That was the best sex I have ever had in my life. Love you bro!” He says to me. “Fuck, I have to pee. I am going to slide out of you, OK?” I grunt OK to him and I clamp down as he pulls himself from me not wanting to lose a drop of him, at least not yet. Turns out I have to piss too so I join him in the bathroom. Both of us naked, both of us keeping our semi’s. That post sex chub that is sensitive but also gives you that accomplished feeling. Fuck I love that feeling.

“Dude, that was amazing. We are going to have to clean this place up, don’t want your mom freaking out.” He says to me as he releases this strong stream of piss right into the toilet. I lean up against the counter watching him, inspecting this beautiful body. The light freckles that look like star clusters all over his body. His strong chest that he gets just by always working on shit around the house and helping his friends that I am so jealous of.

“Fuck, Yeah, I will get some of it as soon as I piss, but we will need to get some sleep. With the weather that is expected we are going to need to leave after lunch tomorrow if we want to get home before the shit hits the fan.” I say as I walk up to the toilet and as his stream slows mine fires off.

“Fuck that is a good point. Hell I’d love to just stay here in your ass, but I do have plans with my mom and her family tomorrow night. So yah, planning on leaving after lunch.” He says to me as he shakes his cock a few times then leans up against the wall to watch me finish. “Fuck, bro you do have a great body. Damn it, I have to admit I am a bit gay for you, bro!” He says and chuckles a bit.

“Well, we may have to test that out a bit more to see if that is true, I mean Red is a poor imposter for this.” I say as I grab hold of his beautiful cock. He leans into me and pulls our heads together and we kiss, a deep kiss. More than a million words are expressed in this one kiss. I can tell exactly how he is feeling and I know he can sense how I am feeling. Feeling close, closer than most brothers that is for sure, but closer than we have ever been before. A love for each other and new found respect as well. And neither of us missed the lust that each of us shared for the other.

Coming down from that amazing kiss, I pull us into a tight hug. “I do hate that we are headed out tomorrow, this was fun and I would love to keep enjoying each other.”

“Do you have plans for New Years?” He asks me as we hold each other in our post coital bliss.

“Nothing exciting. Hey, why don’t you come up to my place for a long weekend. We can just do… whatever.” I say to him. He grinds his cock into me a few times and says “Yeah… whatever!”

“Amazing, now let me go and clean up that cum dripping down the wall.”

“I can’t fucking believe that you shot that far!”

“Believe it stud, I am a catch! Besides I am still having to keep swallowing, you shot so much and so far up into me! I have been belching your cum!” We both laugh. Fuck I am so glad things didn’t get weird from all of this.

We clean up and then both hop into bed, and this time I big spoon him as we both fall asleep, naked and warm from the fireplace.

As we wake up in the morning, slowly we take the opportunity to feel each other up a bit under the sheets and just as we were both getting hard and looking for a round three I hear my Mom open the door to the apartment and yell “Hurry up boys, Breakfast and Santa came!”

“He’s not the only one!” I say softly to Mikey. “We are on our way mom! Just waking up!”

We have a lovely morning and exchange gifts and just hang out with each other. Mikey and I are clearly getting along better than in the past, certainly closer than ever before. Somewhere along the line I asked my mom what they planned to do for New Years.

“Oh we are getting together with some friends to play cards, but we will be home and likely in bed before midnight, you know us!” She says.

“Logan, you know what I have been thinking and I am going to take you up on that offer for me to come up to your place for New Years! I need some new experiences, to have some fun after the shit year I have had and I think we can have a lot of fun, that is if your offer is still good.” He says as he winks at me.

“Mikey, I am so glad to hear that! Yes, of course the offer is still good! You are always welcome to CUM with me, err umm with me and the gang. We will have a lot of fun and maybe I can help you hook up with someone for a good time to wash away those bad memories of the past year! In fact I think I know the perfect person for you to have some fun with!”

Lunch is nice, relaxed and finally Mikey and I state that we have to get packed up so we can head out to get home before the weather goes to shit. As we are packing up my mom comes to keep talking with us into the apartment so shit. I was really hoping to get some before we leave and I could tell by the look on Mikey’s face that he was hoping the same.

Finally we are packed up and take everything out to our cars, we say our goodbyes and share a bunch of hugs. Mikey’s and my hug means so much more this time than it ever did before.

“See you next week! I will call you!” Mikey says and hops into his Jeep. I get into my car and we both pull out. I follow Mikey as we have about 5 miles before we hit the interstate where he goes south and I go north.

About two minutes in I get a text.

Mikey: “Meet me at the rest stop. I’m taking that ass for a spin again!”

Me: “Fuck yeah, you are!”

I am hard almost instantly. Fuck, always get so wound up thiking of getting caught fucking in public. Damn, wonder what he has in mind. How the hell did he think of this? My mind is just going crazy thinking about all of this while my cock is painfully hard in these tight jeans I have on. This is going to be fun.

I see him signaling and turning into the rest area and being that it is Christmas day, there is nobody around at all. I pull in and grab the space right next to his as he is getting out of his Jeep all bundled up, likely freezing. He looks over at me with this amazing smile, but there is something else in that smile. It is animalistic lust, fuck I feel that too.

I get out of my car, lock things up and we start to head inside. It’s much warmer inside, so we are able to relax just a bit and head into the guys bathroom. We quickly head to the stall at the end, which is a bit larger and angled off to the side so even if someone comes in they won’t be able to see our feet. I check the other stalls and make sure we are alone.

“Fuck, I want that ass of yours!” He says to me rubbing his crotch though his tight jeans. “When your mom came in and started talking to us as we were packing I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I wanted to be inside your ass one last time. I thought for sure we would get a good pounding in before we left our folks!”

“Fuck, me too bro!” I say to him as I take off my coat and hang it on the back of the stall door. I palm my lube that I grabbed getting out of my car. “Your big cock has done something to me bro, fuck I crave that thing inside me!”

I crouch down in front of him peeling him out of his ridiculously tight jeans to find him in his Jockeys with his cock already hard and I pull out his big cock and start sucking him in earnest. I always like this position to suck a guy because I can run my tongue up and down the most sensitive part of my man’s cock. That underside of a cock, where all the feels come from is getting a lot of attention as I plunge up and down on it and in doing so I am getting rewarded. His amazing precum is coating my tongue and I keep milking him for as much of it as I can get, fuck this stud is so hot.

He pulls me up and looks me right in the eye. He starts unbuttoning my jeans while looking me directly in the eye. “Logan, you are the best brother I could ever ask for and I am sorry that I was a shit to you when we were little. I have learned a lot, and while I am not gay, fuck if I don’t enjoy being deep in your ass. Now, I hope you are ready, because I am going to breed you and you are going to have to drive all the way home with my load deep inside you. You ready for that, bro?”

“Fuck, I am so ready…” as he places his hands inside my underwear and jeans, hands sliding down my hips as he push down my pants to my knees. He spins me around and pushes me hard up against the wall takes the lube and gets a handful and slides it up into my ass. Agressively pushing in two then three fingers into my ass and lubing me up. Pushing and twisting a few times, he has become a pro overnight at readying his ass for a good fucking.

“Here I come, big bro! We don’t have a lot of time, so… ” he pushes straight into me in one long push and soon I feel the cold metal button from his jeans hitting my ass as he bottoms out in me.

“Oh Fuck yeah!” I scream as he bottoms out and holds me in place, skewerd on his hard cock. “Fuck you feel so good in my ass!”

“Your ass is the best hole I have ever been in! And you are one lucky hole to get all my nuts for the past two days! Nobody else has gotten my nuts before!” He starts pounding me, but standing straight up like this isn’t very comfortable for either of us, so he pushes me towards the stall door and opens it.

“Get that fine ass up on that counter!” he directs me. There is a long counter with sinks and a mirror and so I jump up on the counter and he pulls down my pants and inderwear to my ankles and lifts my legs up so he can duck down and climb up inside of my legs locked together by my jeans. He looks down and smiles at me. “This is hot!”

“Fuck, Mikey what if someone comes in?” I say to him scared but dripping precum.

“So what if they do, they will likely be jealous!” He says to me and slides back deep inside me as he leans down and kisses me. He starts banging me hard and I am loving every second of it.

“Fuck me Mikey! This is so fucking hot!” I say to him, grunting at ever time he bottoms out inside me.

“I have a confession Logan… I hope you won’t be mad at me… with me pounding your ass like this… figured it would be best to tell you… now as you are wanting my load so bad!”

He could tell me anything at this point, and I don’t care, his cock is hitting every button inside me and this is near perfection!

“So am I a better fuck than Ray?” He asks me with this smile on his face and he bottoms out and holds it there.

“Ray? Ray? Oh you mean that guy I was dating the summer of my senior year?” Fuck bro, you are so much better than Ray… why you asking?”

“I watched him fuck you! You guys came home one afternoon and thought nobody was home, and I was caught in your bedroom and hid in your closet.” He says and resumes fucking me. “I saw him put on a condom and had no idea what he was going to do, had no idea that two boys could actually fuck! Then… I saw him… slide into you… I heard you moan. I saw sex for the first time. He fucked you rather hard and you guys made a lot of noise, good noise. I got so hard watching you guys go at it.”

“You little… shit… spying on me like that… Fuck Mikey, you are so much better than he was! He was like a damn energizer bunny, just pistoning in and out… fuck you have style… you get me bareback to breed me… and your dick is so much better than his!” I say to him as he is picking up speed.

“Fuck, you think so? You think I am better? Fuck, I know I am, you didn’t moan like this with him.” And to illustrate that point he pushes in as hard as he can and holds it there, producing a deep, uncontrollable moan from his older brother.

“Fuck, Bro, I am getting close!” As he says that I think I hear someone coming, like the outer door just slammed shut. Mikey didn’t seem to hear it so maybe I was imagining things.

“Fuck I am going to breed you, bro! Fuck… here… I… Cum” He grunts and pushes all of his cock into me and just then I look over to the entry way into the mens room and there stands a young college guy just standing and watching us with his mouth wide open.

This was all too much for me and as I still feel Mikey pulsing inside my ass, and the blond college stud looking at us I fire a cum shot up over my head it and it hands first on the mirror above my head and then two shots near my mouth and the rest onto my tshirt.

Mikey realizes the guy is in the room with us and looks over at the guy. He then looks back and me and licks my hot, fresh cum off my face and feeds it to me in a deep sensual kiss, clearly giving the kid a show but also fuck if it didn’t turn me the fuck on.

As he is done kissing me, the college kid is still just watching us open mouthed, a pornographically hard cock making an impressive tent in his gray sweatpants. Mikey pulls his cock from me and I clamp down so as to not lose a drop of it and he ducks down and removes himself from between my legs, hard cock just flopping about as he begins to pull up his pants while the kid watches us.

That awkward silence was getting to me and so I said, for no apparent reason. “Don’t worry, we’re just brothers! All is good!” and I wink at him. Mikey blushes something terrible and then adds to my statement.

“My brother demanded I give him a load before he heads home! He is a greedy bottom, ain’t he?”

Back to being fully clothed, we both wash our hands and as we are drying them I say to the kid “Hey the bathroom is all yours! There shouldn’t be any cum to slip on as all of his is inside me and what I didn’t swallow of my own is on my shirt!” Mikey starts laughing and so I continue “What, we just tramatized this… what 18 year old?”

The kid responds, “I am 19, actually”

“Oh cool, 19 year old! I didn’t want him nervous he was going to get cum on his new Christams shoes!” And Mikey and I both just keep giggling.

“That was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my life! Fuck, I got to see a live porno and a guy nut in you!” The kid says as he just watches us head to the door.

“Not just any guy, kid. He is my hot, straight brother!”

Mikey slaps my ass as we make it back to our cars. “I am going to see you next week right?” I say to him as he walks up to his Jeep. “Yeah, in fact I only have to work for three days this week, I could come up early and stay a few nights. That work?”

“That would be perfect. Hey Mikey?”

“Yah, bro?”

“I love you, thank you for all of this. I know it must be weird, so if it weirds you out, then just text me if you want to cancel your trip up, or cool it on the gay shit.”

Mikey stops getting into his jeep, and walks over to meto hug me, and then kisses meon the cheek. “Logan, I love you too and this was fucking hot. I don’t give a shit about lables or nothing. Hot is hot. Your ass… Your mouth are hot. Weird that you have a dick, but even that is kinda hot. Your dick at least. Maybe it’s just because you are my brother or maybe just because you are you. But I fucking love what we did, and I want more of it. Now drive safe! Text me when you get home or call me. I am at my mom’s tonight but then back to my place tomorrow we can talk more freely then. Love you, big bro!”

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I was beginning to see why no one else wanted to travel with Brett. It seemed he was not so great at planning things.

“It was supposed to be two queens,” Brett told me.

The two of us stood with our hands on our hips, glancing around at the lush hotel room. It was more spacious and accommodating than any other room I’d ever stayed in. The room smelled great, like fresh open air, which was a huge plus for a busy hotel like this. The flat screen was enormous. The mini fridge was hidden in a luxurious dresser door and was actually a decent size. A plush love seat was positioned against one wall. The sliding doors led to a balcony that overlooked a sprawling lake and rolling green countryside. It wasn’t a master suite, but it was nicer than any hotel I’d ever stayed at in my short life.

There was only a single king sized bed.

Brett shook his head, tossing up a single hand in mild frustration.

“Website said two queens, clearly,” he told me calmly. “I filtered the rooms for specifically that. I know I did.”

I glanced at him. “You… you don’t think they’d pay for another room, would they? Like, separate rooms?”

Brett shook his bald head. “Yeah, believe me, I tried that one, too. Used to be that way, but since we’ve got this new financial controller, Regina? She does everything by the books. Doesn’t let anything slide.”

I nodded. I had no idea what the next step was. We were three hundred miles from home, and it didn’t seem like we had many options. I waited for Brett to come through with an answer. He always seemed to know how to fix things.

I wondered if he was intentionally waiting for me to do that. This wasn’t some weird test, was it?

I motioned toward the balcony.

“It’s got a nice view, at least?” I said.

Brett seemed to be thinking. His face grew flat and his square jaw moved as if he were grinding his teeth. Finally, he rubbed his smooth head and stepped away from his luggage.

“Think I’m gonna have to try to talk to the front desk,” Brett said. “Maybe see if they can fix us up with the room we should have gotten. Hell, maybe I made a mistake.”

I remembered the flooded lobby downstairs. Glancing around the room, I tried to think of a way to make things go more smoothly for Brett. It’s what I was here for after all.

“It’s just for three days,” I said. “If nothing else, I have no problem crashing on that love seat over there.”

Brett gave me a polite smile.

“Look I know you’re trying to do a good job as an associate, Will,” Brett told me, “but that doesn’t mean you need to slum it on the couch. If word gets back that I had you in a room with nowhere to sleep, it’ll just make things worse. Can’t let them think I was abusing our rookie, can I?”

I stared at the bed. It was a king. Things needed to go well for the both of us. I knew a call back to the office wasn’t what Brett needed. It wasn’t likely for us to find another room at the height of the summer in one of the most popular hotels near the water.

“Well, we’re grownups aren’t we?” I offered. “Bed looks big enough. Don’t see any harm in sharing if you don’t hog the covers. Besides, it’s just a few nights, right? I don’t have a problem with it if you don’t.”

Brett looked at me. At first I thought he might give me a little speech about me trying to overachieve or being too accommodating. Instead he turned a glance on the bed.

“Saves us one headache at least,” Brett said.

Brett looked at me and gave me one of his perfect white smiles. He placed a firm hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

“See?” He said, “You’ll do fine with this sales thing. Just help me push the drones like that tomorrow and we’ll be in great shape.”

I grinned but looked away. The larger guy removed his hand and moved to his luggage, unzipping the travel bag.

It was already late in the day. I was pretty worn out from the drive. I was the acting chauffeur after all. The two of us settled in and unpacked our luggage. I spent a lot of the time texting my wife and letting her know that we’d made it to the hotel. It felt odd being away from her like this, especially knowing that I was on a trip with someone from work.

“Think I’m going to freshen up and pay a visit to the bar downstairs,” Brett told me as he grabbed a few items from his bag. “I think they sell food if you didn’t get enough to eat earlier. Wanna join?”

I shook my head and grinned politely.

“Nah,” I said. “I think I’m just gonna take it easy.”

Brett turned to face me. I saw his signature grin creep across his clean shaven face.

“You sure?” He said. “Prism Tech may not be buying the drinks but I sure will. I know a recipe I think you’ll love. You’re a rum guy right? Hell if the bartender can’t make it I’ll do it.”

I tried to hide my sigh behind my smile. Brett sure knew how to go on the attack, no matter the scenario. I wasn’t sure he knew how to turn it off.

“N-no, thanks,” I told him, standing firm. “I think I’m gonna call home and finish getting settled. I’m beat.”

Brett nodded. “Suit yourself, Will. Tomorrow night will be better. We’ll have to celebrate running out of business cards and pamphlets.”

I snickered, tucking away a few pairs of socks in an empty drawer. Brett gathered a few articles of clothing, then pulled his collared polo over his head.

I pretended not to notice. I saw him out of my periphery. In that moment I felt awkward, though I tried my best not to show it. Brett removed his shirt first, then tugged his trousers down his legs as though it were any other time and date. He was so carefree about it. We couldn’t have been standing just a few feet apart at the dresser.

I couldn’t help but sneak a few peeks at him. He was right there. Brett had always looked in great shape to me, but I had no idea. In an instant I felt inadequate. Brett’s body was pale, and it seemed he was hairless everywhere. He had the sort of figure I’d only seen in movies. It was so odd to be standing so closely to a guy I worked with, someone that I barely knew in any other setting.

Brett fetched what looked like a hygiene bag and turned toward the open bathroom door. He wore only boxers, and I caught myself staring at the hard curves that lined his back. He didn’t shut the bathroom door behind him.

I took the opportunity to find a pair of shorts and a tshirt I’d packed. I quickly changed into them, watching the open bathroom door as I did. The rest of my clothes I decided to hang up in the little closet across from the bathroom. I made sure not to look into the bathroom when I passed. I could hear the shower water running, and the sounds of water splashing as Brett washed himself. I thought of closing the door, but I didn’t want to send any rude impressions. I shrugged it off instead.

When I looked out at the sky through the balcony, I could see that the sun was finally setting. I decided it was a good time to sit outside with my feet up. I arranged a few more things from my luggage, then pulled my laptop from its case and began booting it up. I replied to a few more encouraging messages from my wife. I made a mental note to call her after Brett went downstairs to the bar.

I distantly heard the shower water stop, but busily tapped my fingers on the screen of my phone. When my laptop came to life, I made sure to check that it was still charged. I had a feeling it would be my new friend after a day full of seminars and meet and greets.

I glanced up when Brett reentered the room.

I froze.

Brett did not even look at me. He made his way directly to the dresser. He acted as though nothing were amiss.

Brett was completely naked.

He wore no towel, nor did he make any attempt to hide himself. Droplets of water still glistened from the hard peaks of his shoulders. I saw the way his midsection rippled as he walked. I lifted my phone a bit higher in my hands, tucking it closely to my chest and pretending to text. My eyes still darted up to peer through my eyebrows.

Brett’s dick bounced and wobbled with his every step.

I wasn’t like that. It was just so hard not to stare. The guy was in great shape. He didn’t seem to have a hair on his body. Brett’s upper body seemed to narrow right into his hips. His thighs looked like some kind of hard armor.

The thing that sent heat spreading across my skin was the dangling dick between his legs. There was no hair there either, no hiding the flaccid limb from my eyes. Once again, I felt inferior. His pale skin was reddened by the hot shower water he’d just stepped out of, and the thick drooping dick was flushed with color.

Brett seemed unfazed by his nudity and my apparent proximity. I remained still, praying that I didn’t draw his attention. It was offensive that he’d just strut out of the bathroom the way he had. He was still my boss, and I still had to spend several days with him. I acted oblivious, pecking through my phone. The flaccid thing practically flopped up as he tugged the waistband around his hips. I thought I could even hear it smack Brett’s body when it was tucked into his briefs.

I found other things to focus on as Brett got dressed. He chose a simple collared shirt, much like the one he’d taken off, and a pair of white shorts. I fiddled with my laptop, connecting it to the hotel wifi. I swiped through my phone. Not once did I dare allow my eyes to lift toward Brett. At least, not when he could notice.

“Sure you don’t want to hang out downstairs, Carl?” He offered. “It doesn’t all have to be business.”

I shook my head and offered him a grin.

“Nah, you go ahead,” I told him.

“Well, have it your way,” Brett told me. “Just don’t lock me out, you hear?”

I maintained the grin, hoping that the heat wasn’t still showing through my skin. Brett let the hotel room door shut loudly behind him and I was left in the silence of the room.

For much of the evening, I lounged on one of the chairs on the balcony. I’d called my wife, and we’d chatted for a good while. It helped ease my mind about the trip and took me away for a bit. It also made me miss home already. I was only a few hours away, but it was so strange to be staying somewhere new with someone I only knew from work.

After the call home, I browsed on my laptop, doom scrolling through and endless chain of links and online curiosities. The sun was setting far off beyond the lake, bleeding its incredible colors into the waters below. I was able to watch the sun sink behind the horizon as a chorus of nightlife erupted all around. I found a few videos to watch in the darkness of the balcony. I even thought of finding the book I’d been reading in my travel bag.

No matter what I did, my brain kept playing the images of Brett back on a loop behind my eyes.

It had been so odd. Maybe Brett was one of the guys that spent his youth in locker rooms around other guys. He certainly went to the gym a lot, that much was evident. Still, there had to be some kind of common boundaries, right? It made me feel more nervous about the trip. The sensation kept gnawing at my insides. Maybe I just wasn’t cut out to travel and meet new people.

His cock kept appearing in my mind.

I couldn’t help it. His body was enough. I’d only thought of women to have curves. The lines carved in his chest and his midsection were impossible. Even thinking of them, it weirded me out realizing that I knew exactly how they’d feel if I touched them. But that thing… he was limp, and it looked like that. It hung with weight I couldn’t fathom. The textures and lines were all like his own signature fingerprint. Mine looked nothing like that, especially not when it was limp.

I tried to rub my eyes and erase the flashes of memories but they were burned into my mind by the heat of embarrassment. Brett acted like it was nothing. The more I allowed myself to even think about him, the more my mind slid down a disgusting slope of wonder. How would it look… if it were….

I closed my laptop. I was weary, and it had to be getting to me. I stretched to my full height and gave the twilight glow of the lake a final look before turning and heading into the room. I could use the sleep. The late sunsets made it feel much earlier than it was, and the morning would feel much earlier the longer I fought sleep.

I plugged my laptop back in and set it on the desk next to the dresser. Pulling back the huge covers on the bed, I pressed my hands into the mattress. I sighed with relief when I felt the soft material give beneath my fingers. At least I’d have no trouble sleeping away from my own bed.

I pulled off my shorts and set them aside with my luggage, then turned to climb into the bed before I stopped.

I’d be sharing this bed. Briefly, I considered what I was wearing. The tshirt and loose boxer shorts were what I wore at home. Brett would be right beside me. Shaking my head, I ignored the thoughts. I had to grow up. What was I going to do, wear pants to sleep?

I fell into the freshly cleaned sheets and pulled the covers up to my chest. I made sure to scoot to one side of the bed to allow room for Brett. Reaching for the light on the wall above the nightstand, I clicked it off and sank into the darkness of the room. The nervous feeling began to sink deeper and seep from my pores. The following day would be nerve racking, but it wasn’t the time to dwell on it.

It would all have to wait until morning.

I didn’t wake when Brett climbed into bed. I never knew that he did. For several moments, I blinked my eyes in confusion, unsure if they were even open. The room was impossibly dark. I heard a rustle of the thick covers beside me. I let my mind piece together the cause, that it must have been Brett coming to bed.

I was flat on my back, but my head was tilted to one side toward the edge of the bed. I could see the dull red glow of a digital clock on the nightstand beside me. It was just after midnight. It must have been Brett returning to the room. Part of me could sense his body beside me. There was a fullness to the covers that hadn’t existed when I’d laid down. I thought I could feel the heat of his body. I could definitely hear him breathing.

I shifted my leg, bending it at the knee and lifting my heel toward my body beneath the covers. It was more comfortable, but my groggy logic told me it was a good way to check that Brett hadn’t rolled too closely to me. That would be a little weird. I felt nothing but space along the mattress. I closed my eyes and began drifting back into the comfort of nothingness, letting the moments fade away.

Something touched my leg.

At first I thought it might have been the covers settling onto my knee. The warmth that met my skin was not from the covers. My eyes fluttered open. I lay still, trying to figure out what was happening.

Fingers.

When they moved I could tell. Fingertips grazed my skin so gently that I could hardly tell if they were real. The hand seemed to glide with such careful precision. The skimming touches sent little static pulses through my body. Chills raced up my back, even buried in the warmth of the bed as I was.

Soon I felt the thumb. Then the wide palm. The hand eased its way onto my thigh like a snake sliding into water.

Brett’s hand was on my leg.

I should have jumped. I should have flung the covers into the dark and shot out of the bed. The man was in bed with me, but was violating my space, my leg! I was shocked. I wanted to react but I was just so blown away by the fact that it was actually happening that I lay there petrified.

For the longest time, the hand didn’t move. It simply rested on my open thigh. The warmth of Brett’s palm melded with the heat of my own skin. Still I didn’t move. I gave no signs that I was awake. Was Brett even aware of what he was doing? I listened to his steady breath, and I could hear the rise and fall of his chest. It was rhythmic, as though he were sleeping.

God, he was probably one of those people that did things in their sleep they were unaware of. His hand was on my inner thigh now, uncomfortably just inches from my boxer shorts. I thought of just turning over on my side. Would that draw him closer? To other parts of my body? I shuddered to think of him scooting closer to my backside in his sleep.

The hand crept forward.

I made no move. Still I heard Brett breathing. His longest fingers had inched forward though, I knew it. I had to do something. Roll over, or get up to go to the bathroom. I needed to reset this, whether Brett knew what he was doing or not.

Did he? Did he know?

The thoughts whirled in my brain. The implications should have sent me reeling from the bed, and yet I remained still. I was searching so hard for some logical explanation to this. He had to be sleeping, right? He was so used to sleeping in a bed with his wife, like me. Brett was probably somewhere in between sleep and the waking world, buzzed from one too many drinks at the bar downstairs. How awkward would it be if I lurched out of bed and made a scene of things on our first night? I still had to stay here with this guy for several more days.

Brett’s hand slid forward again. I felt his fingers give my thigh a gentle squeeze.

Afterward the hand froze. I was still frozen. This had to be intentional… but why? Was he really groping me? The idea of confronting him on something so vile was frightening.

Two fingers made their way past the end of my boxers.

Brett’s hand was so close to my crotch it made me shudder. I should have been disturbed. It felt creepy but… I still wasn’t pushing him away or freaking out. I just laid there waiting. Clearly his hand was sliding closer to my underwear. His big palm was now resting on my upper thigh. His fingers were so close.

He was awake. He had to be. Brett knew what he was doing. The realization was actually… thrilling. No human being had ever approached me in such a perverse way, let alone a guy. Yet the fingers slid closer. I felt the skin of my balls begin to writhe just from the proximity and the anticipation. Some tiny reverberation of energy shot through my shriveled dick. Brett was touching me. He was trying to do so without me knowing. A huge part of me wanted to bat him away like any sane person.

A deeper part of me wanted to wait.

This wasn’t my wife’s tiny hand. These weren’t the soft slender fingers of a woman. It was so much more forbidden. A man had his hand on me. I could feel the weight of his arm. The soft hair on his hardened leather wrist was something I’d never felt in such a private, tender area as my inner thigh. My mind coiled into itself. I wondered how much of this I’d allow.

The hard fingertips dipped toward the tender flesh where my leg met my crotch. My lips opened. I sucked in a breath before I could stop myself. I didn’t dare move. It wasn’t easy. My body felt like a white flash of lightning zapped straight through me. I was ready to bolt from the bed or flip over in protest.

Brett’s hand was still. The heavy tips of his fingers nestled into the fleshy crevice beside my crotch. His knuckles were inside my boxers now. A man’s hand was in my underwear. I wasn’t stopping him. The darkness began playing tricks on me. What if it was a dream? What if I had made too much of a mental fuss before climbing into bed that I was spinning up some strange dream where Brett was attempting to fondle me?

The darkness kept playing its games. I stared into the nothingness beside the bed, but my eyes started to see shapes take form. Brett had walked into the room naked. I could still see the swollen curves in his pale upper body. There was no way to keep myself from remembering the way his long limp dick had just dangled between his legs.

Was he that way now? Was Brett naked under the covers?

Each thought grew nastier than the last. Each one fanned heat through my veins, quickening my pulse until it beat its deafening rhythm against my eardrums.

Brett’s hand moved slightly. His fingertips grazed a fold of flesh near my testicles.

I kept thinking he wouldn’t do more. Surely he would back out, right? He had to fear waking me up! I could have stopped him. I needed to do something. I thought of the way he’d just walked into the room after his shower. He knew I’d looked. He knew I stared at his dick.

Brett slid his fingers further. They masterfully encased my balls as though he were holding a delicate flower. His thumb folded in. I tried not to react when it brushed the wrinkled skin of my dick. The man moved carefully, feeling his way over my flesh as though any of it might burst like a water balloon. Before long, my shriveled cock was resting gently in the webbing between his thumb and forefinger.

I did nothing.

I wasn’t even sure why. It was such a filthy act. He was technically my boss… he was a fucking guy! Yet I lay silently and maintained the facade that I was still sleeping, even with his hand in my boxers and my cock and balls in his fingers. Brett was still breathing steadily. I felt his eyes peering through the dark at my face. I imagined his unblinking gaze while he stalked me like a predator, waiting for me to show the tiniest signs of life.

I wondered how much further he would go.

Could I just lay here? See what he did to me? Why did I want to? It already felt so odd to have such a big hand encircling my dick. Wouldn’t a normal person have awoken by now? Didn’t he know that?

I repressed every reaction I had when his hand began to tighten through my flesh. I could feel energy rippling right through his big arm. It was unspent though, his palm and fingers all taking care to barely squeeze at the crotch he held. Half of my brain screamed at me to jump out of bed. The other half wanted to reach down and feel the massive knuckles through my boxers.

Brett tugged so gently at my dick. My eyelids fluttered in the dark. His thumb slid up the back of my cock and over the soft rim around the head. I realized my flaccid dick had swollen in his hand a bit. Of course it was. I was cloaked in heat. Another guy was fondling me. My heart was beating erratically. How was I to stop the blood flow? I felt my dick pulse one time in Brett’s loose grip. There was no way he didn’t feel that. In vain I wondered if a sleeping person could be given an erection.

I didn’t want to stop him. A sick little part of me wanted him to keep going. Would he… try to get me hard? What then? Was I going to get hard?

Brett gave my dick another little stroke. I tried to act dead to the world. He gave me another. Jesus, was he trying to “wake me up”? My dick was growing more. I wasn’t erect, but I could feel how bloated my shaft was in the sweaty palm of my boss. Brett slid his hand down my shaft. I felt his fingers sweep over the sensitive flesh of my sack. I rolled my eyes into the back of my head.

The whole situation was wrong. As I pretended to be asleep, I was able to be honest with myself inside my own head. As vile as it was, I knew I liked it. I could only imagine what Brett was thinking in that moment. My thoughts grew darker. I hoped he was naked. That would make it more perverse. Was Brett… was he hard? Was this getting him off?

I strained my ears to listen for sounds of the covers moving. I heard none. I imagined the dangling thing I’d seen earlier. What if it was inches beside me, throbbing beneath the covers? Brett stroked his clammy hand up my cock at the same moment I pictured his erection. I thought of sliding my hand out to see if I could feel it….

The tiniest moan slipped out of my lips.

The two of us froze. It was barely even a sound. In the silent darkness, it may as well have been a car horn. My thoughts became a maelstrom of alarms inside my head. I remained still. It had just happened. The little sound had just floated up to the surface like an air bubble in the ocean.

It was the first time I’d heard a change in Brett’s breathing. His hand remained encircled around my cock. The strangeness of his hand inside the leg of my boxers returned. My heightened alertness made it feel even more obtrusive.

An hour seemed to pass. I knew better. The warm heavy hand just rested over my crotch. Then, I felt it gliding away. The fingers lifted away from my sack one by one. The thumb faded from beneath my swelling shaft. I felt only the slightest tug of my boxers as Brett removed his hand.

Just like that, I was alone on my side of the bed again. My thigh felt cold even under the covers. My dick was not erect, but it lay inside my boxers much fuller than before. I felt tiny twitches of energy leaving my flesh. I could still feel hard fingers grazing though my scrotum.

For a long time I just lay there staring into the dark. Perhaps I was waiting to see if Brett’s hand would return. It did not. I tried to make sense of what had happened. I thought of what I should do or say in the morning. Brett pulled his hand away after I’d made that stupid little sound. Did that mean he was scared I’d woken up?

Why did I just let him do that? I had a wife. So did he. Why wasn’t I repulsed my the thought of someone groping me in my sleep?

Why did I like it?

The following day didn’t allow for much time to dwell on the incident. Brett was awake before I was, already dressed and in full swing. I had to groggily drag myself to the hotel bathroom, shower, and make myself presentable. By the time I was ready to go, Brett already had a laptop case slung over his shoulder and a huge bag rolling behind him.

“Ready to do this, Will?” Brett asked me with a big smile.

I nodded back to him. Brett was still Brett, even though dreamy thoughts of the night before still drifted through my foggy memory. I could tell just by his demeanor that there was no way he would mention the previous night.

“I’ve got the pamphlets and the knickknacks,” Brett said nodding toward the rolling case behind me. “You just get the drone and the hardware if you don’t mind and meet me downstairs. Still got your pilot’s license, right?”

I scoffed and offered him a grin. “You bet, man.”

“Alright, don’t take too long,” Brett said. “Mingling is half the game. If there’s a Will there’s a way.”

The conference was being held in the giant venues within the hotel itself. The only thing I’d ever seen quite like it were comic book conventions. A sea of tables and vendor stations were situated in a one massive room, while just next door was a stage and viewing hall. Seeing the mass of different people chatting and milling about made my stomach turn.

I knew we’d be presenting the first day. I ate from the complimentary breakfast tables sparingly, feeling the nerves chewing at my insides. I mostly fidgeted with the drone, the remote, and the display at our table in the room filled with vendors. I wanted everything to go smoothly when it was our turn.

Close to midday, I stood silently behind a table on the stage. The transmitter in my hand became slick from my clammy palms. I tried to pay attention and listen for the cues that it was time to send up the drone. I was glad that Brett was in control of the slide show. I zoned out so many times in front of the packed room with so many dark faces expanding below. I’d have missed so many slides if I had the clicker in my hand.

I watched Brett. Maybe that was the problem. How he was able to stand in front of so many people from so many different companies and talk to them in such an inviting way was more than admirable. It made me wish I had that sort of charisma. Brett had the crowd laughing within minutes. His voice boomed through the speakers in the room. He stood so straight with his chest held high and his large hands emphasizing every word he sold to them. Everyone’s attention was on him. Including mine.

I kept thinking of those hands. I knew where at least one of them had been. I wondered if I could ever stomach going to the gym. Brett’s cleanly shaven head gleamed under the stage lights. The bulge in his shoulders could be seen from across the room. The clothes he wore were simple, professional, and fit him like they were tailor made for his masculine form.

I didn’t know if I had what it took to be the guy speaking. I’d have to eventually learn if I wanted to go further in this job. But to become someone like Brett? I knew just staring at him I wasn’t as adequate. He wove a spell over the crowd of would be buyers with not just his manly great looks, but some innate charm he commanded.

I thought of him naked.

I wondered if there were females in the crowd doing the same thing. I didn’t have to imagine. I’d seen it. Would he do the same thing again? Stroll around the room wearing nothing? I felt my pulse in places that I shouldn’t have. The thought of that thing bouncing with his every step made me warm all over again. I stared at Brett smiling and joking on the stage, but I saw the firm slopes of his chest and his thighs and–

“…And it wouldn’t be right to toss this snake oil all over you guys without a test flight, right?”

Brett turned his grinning face toward me. The warm fuzzy sensation that coated my skin vanished and goosebumps made my every hair stand. His eyes were on mine. It was irrational but I felt like he’d caught me, like the audience had caught me picturing the man naked. I shook the stupid fears away and brought the drone to life.

The blades whirred and the thing lifted off of the table. I blew out a steady breath and steered the thing right out over the people’s heads. I heard their reaction, relieved that I hadn’t driven the drone into someone’s forehead. I allowed myself to play with the device, lifting several feet to come to a dead stop, strafing the machine over rows of grinning people. The conference goers laughed and turned in their seats to follow the drone.

“Now good aerial shots are nothing without a little height, am I right?” I heard Brett say.

I took my cue, lifting the drone at lightning speed toward the high ceiling of the conference hall. I waited until the final moment to halt the machine, letting it hover just a few feet from the lights overhead. Again I played with the controls, working the device in slow circles and weaving around air ducts.

“No other bird has the range this thing has,” Brett kept saying. “I don’t care if you’re surveying, or mapping, or just wanting to catch people falling off water skis right out back here, you’re gonna wanna watch the display because you’ll lose sight of this guy quickly. The imaging it’s capable of….”

I’d grown so used to the drones that I forgot how easily impressed people were. Our presentation seemed to be going very well. Even the gruff beasts from the construction companies and the sticklers in the suits were enthralled by the circling machine in the air and the slick words of my colleague.

Much of my uneasiness dissipated after the presentation. Hopefully, the hardest part was behind us. We watched the other presenters, which admittedly were a bit lame following our act, and the day wore on.

Brett seemed enthused. For a while after the conference was officially over, I lost track of him. He was so much better at bouncing between people and chatting them up. I thought we’d never leave to grab a bite to eat, but we made a quick trip to town and back. Eventually, I allowed him to talk me into a trip to the bar down the hall from the conference room that afternoon.

“I’m telling you, a lot of these tired saps were really high on the birds,” Brett told me. “It’s not really about who’s doing the buying, it’s who’s selling.”

I nodded, sipping from the tumbler in my hand. Brett’s energy was still at its peak. I could tell he really enjoyed his job.

“I don’t know if I’ve got the way with words you do, man,” I admitted.

Brett waved a hand at me and finished his drink.

“It just takes time,” he said. “Tomorrow you’ll get the chance to chat people up, get to know some of them. You just can’t be afraid to jump in there, take some chances and feel people out.”

I felt a flush of warmth through my veins.

“I think the best way to get used to anything is experience,” Brett went on. “It’ll feel new and scary at first, but you’ll ease into it. I know you’ll be a natural. If you spend as much time with people as you do with the cameras and the drones? You’ll be able to talk the clothes off of these people’s backs.”

Brett motioned for the bartender. I took the opportunity to study him. He’d unbuttoned his shirt a bit. Even his neck looked so strong. I wasn’t a small guy, but Brett exuded confidence. I saw where it came from. I would have to get in shape. Of course people wanted to talk to him. He looked great. I wasn’t too proud to admit it.

The gentle glow of the lights over the bar only deepened the buzz I felt. The alcohol was doing its job, even though I was trying to take it slow. The floaty feeling in my body wasn’t the only way I could tell. I eyed the bigger man’s hands on the bar as he joked with the bartender. I could still feel the way they had squeezed me. I still remembered the darkness of the room.

I had to get good at talking. Using the confidence instilled by the alcohol, I decided to start with Brett. I took a fleeting glance around the bar to make sure no one was close by.

“Hey, Brett,” I said as the bartender walked away. “You care if I ask you something?”

Brett turned toward me on the stool.

“Yeah, shoot,” he said.

I steeled myself.

“Do you… remember anything about uh, last night?” I said.

I forced every word forth. It took several seconds before I could lift my eyes to my boss.

Brett stared back at me. His brows furrowed in confusion, but in one flash of a moment, I saw his eyes. They didn’t match. Something flickered like a match being struck behind his gaze.

“Here at the bar?” Brett said. “C’mon, I wasn’t hammered when I came in, Will.”

I shook my head, unable to maintain firm eye contact.

“No, later,” I reiterated. “In the room.”

I tossed another glance over my shoulder. I didn’t want to be heard. I slid closer to Brett on my bar stool, though I bit back a shudder being so close to the bigger guy.

“I felt you touch… my leg,” I said as hushed as I could. “Do you remember anything like that?”

It was out there. I forced myself to watch his reaction.

Brett took a sip from his new beverage. He chewed a piece of ice from the glass and studied me. For several seconds, his eyes bored right through me. I couldn’t gauge his lips while he noisily chewed the ice. Was he grinning? Wincing? It was maddening, even more so when his eyes darted lower while he apparently sized me up.

“Sure I do,” he said.

The words hit me like a splash of cold water. I’d expected him to weave a carefully crafted excuse, or to dismiss what had happened. He was admitting it?

“I must have gotten on your side of the bed, right?” Brett said chuckling. “You made some kind of noise, woke me up.”

The tension in my body began to settle. Still, I could only watch him. I wasn’t prepared for what to say in return. Brett was always prepared it seemed.

“You… y-you were sleeping?” I asked.

Brett nodded. “For most of the night. Look, I know it’s weird, but I did sleep like a bear. Maybe the one bed was a blessing, you know? I didn’t mean to wake you up, Will, sorry. Maybe it’s better you did, I could have been all over you.”

Brett laughed as he stole the final words. I offered a smile in return, but inside a plethora of emotions were tumbling in my guts.

Turning the tumbler up and killing his drink, Brett stood up. His body was right next to mine. I started to turn but his hand was already on my shoulder. He gave me a squeezed and leaned close to the side of my face.

“Look I promise if it happens again,” he said into my ear, “I’ll at least try a little foreplay first.”

Brett was chuckling as he stood up straight. He dug in his pocket and tossed a few bills on the bar. My jaw hung open while I scanned my brain for any response. None came. Brett squeezed my shoulder again. He pushed away from me playfully and tossed up a hand.

“I’m headed back up,” he said, still smiling. “Gotta grab another shower and I think I’m done. Don’t stay up too late, tonight. Got another day of this. You gotta crush em, tomorrow.”

I could only watch as he walked away. It was so easy, so casual for him. I was dumbfounded. Had he… admitted? To anything?

I couldn’t move from the bar for the longest time. I ordered two more drinks, slowly drowning myself in them. I tried to go over everything in my head, but I couldn’t decide on the answer to the riddle. The thought of returning to the room was daunting. Brett was going to shower again. How would I find him this time? People left the quiet little bar one by one. I was fixed in the same position for what seemed like hours. The warm sensation never left my skin. I couldn’t get his words out of my head.

I couldn’t get any of him out of my head.

It was late when I finally rode the elevator up to the room. A young woman about my age was on the elevator with me. I snuck a few glances at her. Aside from her polite greeting, she payed me no attention at all. I’d seen her at the conference. If she recognized me from our presentation earlier, she didn’t show it at all. I knew if Brett were in the elevator she’d notice him.

I kept my legs moving straight until I reached the door to the room. A sensation clouded my head, and it wasn’t from the alcohol. I couldn’t decide if it was dread or excitement. Maybe it was both. The card beeped and I winced as the door made a loud clunk as it unlocked. I saw the darkness in the room retreat from the hall as I opened the door. I shook my head trying to get a grip. Maybe he was asleep.

Brett was in the bed. The television was off. Everything was off. I glanced at the display on the clock. It wasn’t as late as it felt. Brett was clearly trying to get an early start in the morning. Or so it seemed. I could make out his shape beneath the covers, his huge arms bent beside his shaven head on the pillow.

He’s shirtless, something whispered in my head.

I shook the thoughts away and crept through the room. There was no way I was going to turn on a light. I had to dress down in the dark, careful not to make any sounds loud enough to stir Brett. I folded my pants, stuck the charger in my phone, and set my things aside.

I stared at the bed. All I had to do was lie down. Why did it seem so challenging? I considered the couch against the wall. The room was freezing. Maybe I could use my clothes as a cover? That was stupid. I knew it right when I thought of it. I took a breath and headed toward the balcony.

I stood looking out into the night, trying to decide what to do. Of course I was going to bed. Any other night I’d have told myself to stop being silly. The darkness in the room felt too familiar now. I could still feel Brett’s fingers squeezing around my shoulder.

And my dick.

He wouldn’t do that again. I’d said something. He knew that I knew. He was good with words, and he’d passed it off, but we both knew the truth. There was no way he’d stroked my dick in his sleep. Brett would have to be insane to try something that daring twice.

I felt insane for considering getting in the same bed again.

I had spoken to my wife on the phone in the bar. It didn’t help. I was just as glad to talk to her as always, and she was just as excited to hear about the conference. None of it matched the feeling of heading up to the room. The sensation was still there as I stood looking out at the lake. Brett was right inside. We’d be sharing the bed again. His body would be so close. I wasn’t sure if I was scared that the events of the prior night would happen again, or if I was scared because a hidden part of me wanted them to.

I stepped back in the room and slid the door shut as gently as I could manage. What light entered the room did so from the sliding balcony door. I could see Brett. His arms were still up by his head. Their meaty trunks dove toward a broad chest, barely concealed by the covers. A single leg hung wide, and Brett’s knee jutted out from the sheets.

I wondered if he was naked.

I felt crazy. It was thrilling. I couldn’t even think straight. The simple thought of getting in the bed seemed so wild now. It spread like fire through my body. I licked my lips, shocked my the very idea I considered. The worst that could happen was the awkward explanation I might have to concoct in the morning. The best case….

I didn’t let myself dwell on it. I just did it. I pulled my shirt over my head and let it fall away. Tugging my boxers down, I stepped out of them and approached my side of the bed before I could talk myself out of it. I felt my shriveled dick bounce with each step. I knew it wasn’t as impressive as the one I’d seen the previous day. Tiny pulses of energy shot right down toward my crotch. I gently opened the covers and slid into the cool bed. I shivered as I sunk into place.

The ceiling felt like it was miles over my head. Even fastened under the covers I felt like I was drifting. I’d drank too much. I knew that. I was naked under the sheets next to another guy. I couldn’t believe it. The decision was done. I could hop back up and get dressed again. I didn’t want to. I felt alive. It was ridiculous, the nerves kept biting at my brain, but I welcomed the pressure.

The minutes seemed to drag on. A few times I tilted my head to sneak a glance at the man beside me. Brett’s pectorals swelled and sank with his breathing. I waited for an eternity. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was expecting. It wasn’t as if he’d immediately lunge for my privates the moment I came to bed.

I tried to close my eyes and force myself into sleep. My head didn’t stop swimming. My heart wouldn’t stop jumping in my chest. I was so eager for anything to happen. The anticipation was eating at me.

I scooted closer to Brett.

It was only a few inches, but I could feel his heat beneath the covers. The warmth made me shudder. I inched closer, daring to ignore the reasoning voices in my head. He was still a couple of feet away, but sliding closer felt like I was about to be on top of him.

Brett rolled over. His big body shifted. His torso turned toward me. I froze, frantically wondering if I should shut my eyes.

Brett’s eyes blinked open. He stared right at me. I didn’t move. He inhaled, and I watched his broad chest swell beside me. I couldn’t trace the movements of his eyes, but they were moving.

“I didn’t know if you got lost or what,” Brett said.

His voice hummed through the dark. I stared back at him, stricken with shock. The daring part of me dissolved. Brett snorted, and a little grin tugged at his lips.

He reached down under the covers and slid his hand up my thigh. I sucked in a breath. Brett’s fingers fanned out wide before his palm closed around my leg. His fingertips grazed my bare genitals.

“Is this you putting yourself out there?” Brett asked me in a low, taunting tone.

When he said it, his hand went further. A huge meaty fist closed around my shriveled dick.

I gasped. Brett smiled wider. There was no hiding. I was naked and he obviously knew it. His hand opened again and again. Brett fondled my flesh in his grip, by balls bulging between his fingers and my pulsating dick twitching in his palm. I could only stare back at him in awe of what was happening. It was really happening.

For a while I let him touch me. The two of us just stared at one another. I felt my dick growing. Brett felt it too. His fist squeezed even tighter at the firmness in my shaft. I twitched when his thumb rubbed under the head of my dick. He started to stroke me, pulling my flesh until it grew hard in his hand.

I finally found the words.

“You did this… last night?” I said.

Brett grinned. “I did, didn’t I?”

“You were awake,” I stated.

Brett scooted closer and tightened his hand like a vice on my hard cock.

“So were you,” Brett told me.

I blinked, my eyes widening from the revelations. A bulky body slid close to me. The heat of the man poured across my naked body beneath the covers. The chill had left the sheets. I could feel Brett’s heavy breaths on my face.

I licked my lips.

“Why?” I asked. “I don’t… were you not worried I’d freak?”

Brett shrugged a meaty shoulder. “You didn’t. You felt what I was doing and you let me do it. I know you wanted it.”

It was such a blunt way of putting it. It hit me squarely in the chest. I knew he was right. Brett was always right. He tugged his big hands up to my tip and played with the head of my dick. I made no move to stop him, not then or now.

“B-but, you’re married,” I stammered. “Aren’t you… doesn’t it feel wrong?”

“You tell me,” Brett replied.

He punctuated the thought by laying his heavy leg across mine and squeezing my shaft tightly. I tried to suppress the sound behind my lips. He still heard it.

“Try it,” Brett said. “See what it’s like and tell me if it feels wrong.”

For a second I just stared back at him before realizing what he was saying. I could see it in my mind. Thoughts of the world outside the room or the covers became distant. Turning onto my side to face the man, I reached beneath the covers under a huge arm. I felt his warm thigh. It was a start. At first it felt so strange to tighten my fingers into the thick hairy leg. Soon I was groping him. I explored his flesh, marveling at his body. I was surprised at how satisfying it felt to clasp my hand on such hard heavy flesh.

Brett watched me as my fingers inevitably drifted lower. When I felt it I made a sound. The cock was just sagging there on his leg. My fingers worked to fasten themselves around the soft flesh. There was a weight to Brett’s dick that I wasn’t used to. I squeezed it. The tender thing deformed in my fist. Brett grinned at me and eased his hips forward. I kept fingering and feeling my way up and down his meaty shaft. It was so smooth. Even his balls felt slick and slithery.

“Not half bad, is it?” Brett asked.

His face seemed so close. He was still pulling at my hard cock. Brett’s hands knew exactly how to stroke me, each squeeze and tug perfectly gliding right to my tip. I began to mimic the man’s motions. The dick in my hand was so much bigger. I made the familiar motion, stroking the shaft. I could feel it throb to life in my grip. It was a sensation I knew I’d never forget. I grew quickly addicted to pulling at those pulsations, and feeling the thing grow in my hand.

“Oh my god,” I breathed.

Brett chuckled, releasing my cock. He moved closer. I almost shrank from his approach, sensing the gravity of his body enveloping me.

“It’s like I said,” Brett told me. “You can’t always be afraid to take some chances and feel people out.”

Brett’s leg slid around me. His heavy body rolled onto mine. He was on top of me. He reached behind him to pull the sheets higher before sinking down onto my body. Our naked forms became one. Brett’s thick pectorals mashed into my softer chest.

The man kissed me. I kissed him back.

As if out of some learned reflex, I welcomed his face onto mine. Our mouths moved together. Both of our tongues swiped across our lips again and again. Brett pressed into me with a force I’d not ever felt. I pressed back, rolling my eyes into my head and accepting what he gave to me. My hands slid around him to search across tight sloping curves. I pulled at him, hoping to seal our bodies even closer.

It was overwhelming. Kissing another person this way with our bodies laced tightly was enough to put me in a trance. What really scrambled my brain was feeling Brett’s thick cock flat between our stomachs. My own dick strained beside his. I felt his balls draped over mine. His body writhed, and I could feel the erections glide between us.

I couldn’t press into him hard enough. He thrust his hips down and mashed his dick into me. The force was enough to make my arms and legs weak. This was nothing like Stephanie. The hulking body on mine was a far cry from my wife’s tiny body. It wasn’t just size, it was the power I felt from Brett’s every motion, an eagerness that I shared and attempted to force back into him.

Brett pulled his lips from mine. We breathed into one another’s mouth.

“You’re a natural,” Brett told me with a hint of a grin.

I shook my head, still gasping when his rolling thrusts mashed their way into my smaller form.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admitted. “I’ve never even… I’ve never done this before.”

Brett’s hand swept down my cheek firmly. He held me by the side of my jaw.

“You feel just fine to me,” Brett said.

His tongue darted at my lips. We shared a few kisses. I was still shaking my head, perhaps from disbelief. I couldn’t add it all up in my head. It just felt too good to stop.

Every time our bodies moved the slightest bit, I felt that dick climbing across my body. It throbbed against me. The smooth tip prodded at my stomach. There was so much energy in that thing. It was alive and channeling every excited heartbeat from the man on top of me.

I clutched Brett by his lower back, pulling each gentle thrust down into me. I knew how it looked. The thoughts tumbled in my head. I could feel the sweat between our bodies. Smells filled my every breath. The masculine aroma from under his arms should have repulsed me. I inhaled deeply and groped at the tight flesh beneath my hands. Being engulfed by this man in such an intimate way was intoxicating.

“I don’t even know what to do,” I said. “I don’t… know….”

Brett mouthed the words over my lips, his voice humming through my skull.

“Just let me do everything,” Brett offered.

His cock mashed across mine. The two swelled against one another.

“Do you want me to?” He asked.

I kissed him again, lost in the pit of writhing flesh I’d become a part of.

“Yes,” I whispered.

I wasn’t sure I’d even meant to say the word. Brett sealed my lips with his and wove his tongue though my mouth again. I accepted the kiss, now allowing his forceful embrace to take over. His tongue went so deep in my mouth that I thought he might lick my tonsils. I sank into the mattress and spread myself beneath his hard body.

Brett lifted his hips. I immediately missed the feeling of the thick cock on my waist. His mouth moved to my neck. He kept sinking lower. The covers rose behind him. His tongue traced circles around my naval. Tingles shot to my fingertips. His mouth kissed my skin until his cheek was right beside my nodding shaft. I could see it all. I tucked my chin low to watch the man suck the skin of my inner thigh into his mouth with enough force to curl my toes.

My cock bounced. It brushed his face. I felt a hard cheekbone against the tip of my dick. Brett turned his face. I stopped breathing. He did not, and I felt every hot breath wash over my shaft. He wasn’t watching me. His eyes were on my erection.

I felt his lips against my shaft. It jumped. He placed another kiss on the underside of my dick. It swelled again, pressing up into his face. He opened his mouth, sliding his lips closed around my hard dick just under the tip.

I felt like jerking my hair out. I clutched the sheets in my hands. Cool air tried to invade the space between us, but Brett seemed to radiate with enough energy to cloak my naked skin. His mouth kept working it’s way upward. I watched his lips purse wetly across my fattened tip.

Brett lowered his jaw and pushed his head down around my cock.

My hand shot to his shoulder. I steadied myself. I saw my tip slide back out of Brett’s lips again before it dove back into his head. I let out a moan from my gaping mouth. Fingers fastened around the root of my dick. I felt his palm on my balls. Brett’s upper body pinned my thrusting hips to the bed. My dick jutted upward, sealed firmly inside his mouth.

Brett slid his head all the way down. My legs straightened and I cried out. My other hand shot up to land on a smoothly shaven head. It was so strange. A man had my dick buried in his face. My whole cock was inside Brett’s mouth. His tightened his jaw and mouthed my firm shaft.

I cried out again when I felt his tongue. It was so huge it felt like it wrapped around my dick. Brett turned and twisted his jaw, working his lips and tongue right back up to the top of my skin. When I thought I might see my head pop free again, Brett lowered his jaw and plunged down to my balls again.

The sensation sprung me forward. I was up on my elbows. My fingers dug against the smooth bald skin on Brett’s skull. I felt his fingers cinch down tightly on my shaft. The head of my cock bulged inside his mouth, and he punished it with his tongue. Each gasp of breath I took was punctuated by a moan. Brett rocked his jaw in circles, his head working back and forth. I could feel his taste buds slithering up every vein in my dick.

My hand tightened on his shoulder. I knew it was the best blowjob I’d ever experienced. Brett had clearly done this before. I felt a deep burn in my crotch. He must have known it was there, because he applied suction and coaxed the feeling up to the tip of my dick with his tongue. If he kept this up, I knew he’d force me to cum. The very thought was absurd but I didn’t dare push at his body or his head. I wanted him to stay down there and suck the cum right out of my cock.

I stared in awe. I was actually letting a guy do this to me. My thighs hung open wide. Brett’s upper body was enough to spread me apart. His hulking shoulders loomed over my crotch while he worked his head up and down my shaft. I didn’t look away. I had to watch it all to make sure it was really happening.

Right when I thought I might explode, Brett’s lips dragged right down to my balls. I let out a groan and allowed the man to press my thighs back with his hands. His tongue swirled through my balls, leaving no sliver of flesh uncovered. My entire crotch was dripping wet, but Brett still didn’t stop. His face moved lower. My legs were pushed further back.

My eyes shot open wide.

Brett’s fat tongue slid down across my asshole. He didn’t seem to care that I wasn’t shaven down there. I felt the flat of his tongue sliding across every ripple of tight skin. The tip prodded and dug. I watched my dick jump erratically at my waist above his head. Brett allowed his face to sink between my ass cheeks. He stared up at me past my dick while he spread saliva through my crack.

The sight of it caused the tip of my cock to burn. I thought I could feel a drop of precum swell out of my slit and leak down the back of my swollen head. I didn’t necessarily derive any sort of pleasure from the ring of my ass being licked, but the act itself blew my mind. It was so dirty. I couldn’t believe Brett had gone that far. At no point would I have ever dreamed this guy would have his face buried between my ass, licking and sucking at my hole.

Brett’s face hovered above my ass. He gave me a dirty grin and rubbed at my asshole with his thumb. My vision blurred as my eyes crossed. I wanted to jerk away… but I also wanted to press forward.

“Bear with me for just….”

When he said the words I felt pressure. Something slipped into me.

“… A bit,” Brett finished.

The tip of his thumb had wiggled into my ass. My first reaction was to tense up. My thighs tightened and tried to close. Brett held at least one of them aside. The sound that came up from my body was a stammering, guttural moan.

There was no pain. It just felt odd. Maybe a bit too odd. I felt how tightly my asshole hugged Brett’s thumb. He gave it the tiniest wiggle. My body responded in ways I couldn’t control. My hips lifted, but my legs spread apart this time. My cock stood straight up toward the ceiling.

Brett pressed his thumb further. His tongue dove to lather my asshole with moisture. I couldn’t be sure how much of his thumb climbed into me, but I felt it wiggle and curl as it went.

Then, the man tilted his wrist and worked his thumb into a place I could feel deep behind the base of my dick.

“Oh… fuck!”

The words just popped free from my lips. A dull prodding sensation filled my entire lower body with a jolt of energy.

“Feel that?” Brett asked me.

I looked at him. He rose just a bit to plant a kiss on the underside of my cock. When he did, his thumb pressed inside of me and sent the blunt shockwave through my ass right to the tip of my cock again. I moaned loudly. It felt like being tickled, or massaged firmly, or violated… or all at once. My dick throbbed up at Brett’s face. He chuckled.

“Yeah, you feel it,” he said.

Brett lifted himself until he was on his knees. The covers rose like a tent behind him until they fell away into the dark. My naked body was spread open beneath him. Brett squatted between my thighs with his legs apart. I could see his long cock bobbing at his waist. Brett’s bulky naked form looked so intimidating near the end of the bed.

His thumb still writhed inside me.

“Does it feel like you might explode?” Brett asked me, his voice humming through the dark.

He pressed against the spot again. I groaned and nodded back to him, unable to even speak an intelligible word. My dick stiffened, bloated and aching.

Brett removed his thumb. Part of me felt empty. I was able to relax but in seconds wanted the sensation to return. My cock fell back to nod near my naval. The huge guy began to shift his knees, closing toward my body as he went. I felt his thighs beneath mine. His hands gently took my legs. A larger cock than mine slid across my balls and rubbed itself along my length. I watched, mesmerized by how small I looked in comparison to literally every part of Brett’s body. Then I tensed up, realizing the way Brett was positioned.

He eased his hips back and slid his big dick through my crotch again. The fat head bent and prodded against everything in its path.

“This is a tough sell,” Brett told me. “But hear me out.”

His hips pulled back once more. His heavy dick fell below my balls. When he pressed inward again, my breath hung in my throat as his tip hung in the skin just behind my balls. He kept pushing, letting me feel the force behind his thick shaft.

“Imagine if I had something that could fill you up enough,” Brett said slowly, “that it could hit that spot over and over.”

He emphasized by pressing his tip firmly against my exposed skin until it jabbed upward beside my balls.

I gasped. I knew what he meant. There was no way in my right mind I’d let anyone do that. But I hadn’t been in my right mind all night. Each time Brett pressed his cock against my flesh, jamming himself beneath my balls, I prayed he’d point the thing lower. My hole still ached from the absence of his thumb. I wanted to feel that hot spot again, and the electricity it sent through my groin.

“It may be scary at first,” Brett said grinning. “But you’ll ease into it.”

I felt his round tip sliding lower. He was guiding his erection with his fingers. The head rubbed down across the wrinkled ring of my asshole. I gawked at the man. In the darkness, time seemed to crawl in that instant. A huge, naked, marvel of a human being was poised between my open legs. I could feel him breathing from where I lay, his toned chest swelling. I couldn’t quite see Brett’s eyes, but his hulking form loomed over me and his face stared right at me.

This was impossible. His dick rubbed and pushed at my asshole. Everything else felt like a dream except for that. The touch of his hand and his cock anchored me in reality. I held my breath waiting for it to happen. I didn’t stop him. I didn’t scoot away or protest.

I didn’t know what to expect. I imagined the tip might slide in slowly. I thought it might feel like going to the bathroom, except oddly in reverse. I wasn’t prepared for what came next. The pressure built on my sensitive ring of tight skin. My ass did not ease open. It felt like nothing was going to happen. Brett held his firm cock in place, even as the force of his gradual pressure shoved back through his shaft.

Brett’s cock burst through.

My asshole dilated in an instant. A yelp shot out of my body. In less than a second it felt like several inches of the thing had rushed into me. I knew that couldn’t be right. I wriggled on the bed until I realized it made the intense pain worse. This was nothing like his thumb. Brett’s cock swelled inside me. It stretched my hole to fit tightly around his pulsating shaft.

Brett had hardly moved. He’d taken his hand off of his cock, but he now held my hands and just looked down on me. My body was clenched. My toes curled and my calves tightened into knots. The pain of being spread around this guy’s cock was unbearable. I waited for it to cease. It didn’t go away. The words Brett had said kept looping in my head. Ease into it, ease into it… god it had to get better.

I was gasping. I stared down my body in disbelief. It was done. Brett’s dick was in me. I’d made the leap. Strong hands clutched my legs and held them wide. My eyes darted up and down the naked wall of curvy flesh towering above me. I was accepting what was real. My hunky boss, with his toned body and meaty arms, had his dick inside my ass.

Brett pressed forward. I couldn’t even see him move, but I sure felt it. The dull ache in my ass spread. Brett’s cock opened me further and climbed deeper. It could have been an inch. It felt like he was splitting me in half. I cried out again. The girth sank into me. Behind the pain, the fullness in my ass made my own erection stand straight. The thing inched inward, the whole process felt like it took an hour. I felt a sack of hot flesh brush my ass cheeks. Brett squeezed my thighs as if to comfort me in some way. His dick throbbed inside of me, tickling the walls of my ass with his pulse.

Brett pushed once more. Tiny drips of warmth hit my stomach. Then my cock erupted.

I sucked in a deep breath and locked it in my lungs. I stared wide eyed and watched while the tip of my dick fired shots of cum across my stomach. It wasn’t just something I felt just in my shaft. I felt my insides tightening. My asshole was drawing in, but each time it seized it was met with the firm resistance of Brett’s thick flesh. From the slit in the head of my dick, all the way through my shaft, right to my ass I felt shockwaves of energy racking my body.

I was finally able to gasp, as though I’d nearly drowned. My naked flesh was glazed with flecks of semen. My erection lost strength with each wobble and nod. Each muscle in my body began to relax one at a time, but I trembled as I sank into the mattress.

A man hunkered at my legs with his dick buried inside of me.

I felt violated now. Embarrassment welled up through my chest and pushed at the knot in my throat. I immediately wanted to leave. I didn’t know where I’d go, I just wanted this to stop.

“Well that was wild,” Brett said.

I heard him chuckling. I stared up at the man. Shame was beginning to cloud my mind. What the fuck was I doing? I’d climbed into bed hoping something like this would happen? Was I serious?

I slid away. My asshole ached with renewed swells of pain as the huge dick was tugged from my body. I felt the tip fall away. I swung my legs aside and scooted toward the edge of the bed. Brett simply sat there. He’d made no move to stop me. He’d released my legs and said nothing.

“I… sorry, I have t-to go,” I sputtered.

I did not look back at Brett.

“I gotta go to the bathroom,” I blurted.

I stood. Brett said something, but I was in too much of a frenzy to pay attention. Something about “it’s fine” or whatever, I couldn’t hear him. My thoughts were a buzzing swarm. I found my boxers on the floor, snatched up my shirt, and ducked into the bathroom. It felt like a freezer in there. I didn’t care. I shut the door behind me and flipped on a light.

I stared at the frail guy in the mirror. My face was pale. My eyes were frozen and dazed. Even as they adjusted to the blinding bathroom light, they remained open and unblinking. I looked mad, or in shock. Maybe I was.

Brett’s cock was just inside of me.

I couldn’t believe it. Had I really let that happen? My eyes finally darted down my naked body in the reflection. I saw my flaccid dick. A translucent film coated the pitiful thing. The slimy tip looked so discolored and swollen. Milky drops still leaked from out of my slit to the floor.

Brett made me cum. He didn’t even touch my dick. Was that even possible?

I spun toward the toilet and lifted the lid to sit on the icy seat. My pulse beat at my temples. I stared at the door fearing that at any moment Brett might knock or call out to me. Instead I endured long moments of dead silence. The only thing I could hear was the way my breath sputtered out over my trembling jaw.

I kept trying to relieve myself. I peed, but nothing else happened. My asshole felt hollow, giving me the sense that I needed to go. Nothing happened. My hole wasn’t exactly gaped, but my insides felt so spread open. Sitting there, I was so ashamed. I couldn’t forgive myself for being seduced into something so vile.

I remained on the toilet for what had to be an hour. I refused to go back out into the room. I couldn’t face Brett. I couldn’t face what I’d done. Wearily folded up on the porcelain, I rose knowing I’d eventually have to leave the bathroom. I thought of packing my things and leaving. That was dramatic, and too cowardly. I just couldn’t think of how to move forward.

When I finally mustered the nerve to leave the bathroom, I put on my clothes, turned off the light, and pulled open the heavy door as stealthily as I could. Creeping back through the room wasn’t easy. I couldn’t see a damn thing. Maybe that was for the better. It meant Brett wasn’t sitting awake watching TV waiting on me to come back. In the dim light from the sliding balcony door, I could see that he was in fact lying in the bed. Brett was on his stomach, his head to the side on the pillow. Even if he wasn’t truly asleep, I was thankful that he didn’t stir as I snuck back across the room.

Without looking back, I pulled open the balcony door and left the room. I shut the door not caring if I woke Brett, then flopped into one of the cushioned chairs that overlooked the dark lake beyond.

I tried to let my mind go blank. That was impossible. A million thoughts hit the surface of my mind like torrential raindrops. I couldn’t process a single one. I wondered if I were still drunk. I thought of Stephanie. What I’d done was a betrayal, first and foremost. I could never tell my wife that I’d cheated on her. I certainly would never be able to admit that it was with a guy shoving his dick into my ass. It would be a horrible secret I’d never get over. I thought of how awkward work would be going forward. I shared an office with Brett. I’d never be able to look at him the same again.

I slid lower in the balcony chair. It wasn’t just an accidental touch or a quick brush of experimentation anymore. We’d kissed. We’d made out like young lovers, actually. Brett sucked my dick. He’d been inside of me. I couldn’t get over that. The most baffling thing was the way Brett made me cum. I stared out at the night, feeling the ache in my ass. I remembered the way my asshole had tightened around his dick. It felt so different to orgasm without so much as laying a finger on my cock.

The way it had shoved through me… one long push was all it had taken. A piece of his body was in me. It was alive, pressing back at my insides.

I shook my head. The regret was real. But so was the throb deep in my groin.

I felt like an idiot.

It wasn’t like there were many other choices. Right when my eyes blinked open, the soreness in my neck was evident. I rubbed the back of my neck and lifted my head. I would definitely regret this later. The balcony chair was actually very comfortable, but I’d fallen asleep slouched to one side with my head dangling low.

I looked to see if I could spot the sun peeking up over the trees yet. The sky was still a hue of navy blue.

Brett was leaning on the railing.

It caught me off guard to find him there only a few feet away. He was bent at the waist, propped up on the rail on his forearms. A small cup of coffee rested between his hands. He stared out at the lake. When I saw him, I froze. The sight of him coupled with a gentle morning wind sent goosebumps racing up my arms.

Brett was only wearing a small pair of briefs.

The man turned his head when he noticed I’d stirred. He offered me a grin.

“You’re gonna regret that,” he told me.

I blinked at him.

“What?” I asked.

Brett nodded toward me. “Sleeping in that chair. You’re probably in for a rough day.”

I didn’t respond. Brett simply sipped his coffee and stared back out at the lake and the town beyond. From my seat further back near the wall, my view consisted mostly of Brett. It was the first time I’d actually just stared at him in the light. The sun wasn’t even up, but now I could admire his body.

I told myself not to. At first I wanted to avert my eyes, remembering how out of hand things had gotten in just two nights. I just couldn’t help it. Every bulging part of Brett’s body was too enticing to look away from. I scanned every bit of smoothly toned flesh. I’d never looked at a guy’s back, or anyone’s back, and wanted to touch it that badly. Even the guy’s tight ass cheeks looked muscled and powerful. I wondered how a guy’s ass might feel if I gave it a squeeze.

“It’ll finally be your turn today, Will,” Brett told me.

I looked up at him. What… was he saying? I felt my heartbeat quicken.

Brett turned around to face me, leaning back and resting one meaty arm on the railing. I couldn’t understand how his chest and midsection could look so soft and inviting but still so firm.

“There’s usually plenty of people at the booth,” Brett said. “There will definitely be your fair share of potential clients to talk to. Time to shine, man.”

I swallowed and nodded. I did my best not to stare. I picked a spot in the trees beyond the railing, feeling the larger man’s oppressive gaze upon me.

“Don’t worry about it,” Brett said. “I know you’ll be nervous, but you’ll settle in.”

I watched Brett take a sip from his coffee. His huge arm lifting such a tiny cup looked almost comical. My eyes inevitably fell. I could see it. If I’d have worn the same pair of underwear, it would have looked like a little pouch in the front. The flesh was packed into Brett’s briefs, barely confined by the cotton fabric. I could easily trace the curve in his fleshy shaft, as well as the perfect shape of the big head.

“You kinda left me hanging, Will.”

My eyes shot up. Brett was staring at me. He knew what I was staring at.

“I… look, it’s just… really weird for me,” I managed to say. “I can’t keep–“

“It gets easier,” Brett said.

He stepped forward. I wanted to shrink back against the cushions, but I didn’t move. I didn’t want to seem intimidated. The tight pair of briefs came within a foot in front of my face. When I looked up, I was staring past hills of hard flesh at the grinning face of my boss. His eyes sparkled knowingly.

“Trust me,” he said, hooking his thumb in the front of his briefs. “All it takes is a little taste.”

I held my breath. For a moment I was sure he’d tug his underwear down and let his dick flop free. I waited… eagerly. No matter what I told myself, I wanted to see it.

Brett stepped back into the room and slid the door shut.

I shook my head and exhaled, silently cursing myself. Was it that easy? Two seconds of being around Brett seemed to be enough to hypnotize me. I wanted to keep denying it. I wanted to keep telling myself that last night was a colossal mistake brought on by imbibing far too much alcohol.

Then why was I so disappointed when he didn’t pull his underwear down again?

By the time I’d calmed down enough to enter the room and get ready, Brett was yet again already dressed. He was chatting on the phone with someone from work. I tried to act as though it were any other day. As I gathered my things to shower, I could hear him bragging about the presentation and how many clients were already interested to see more of the drones. I tried to clear my head and remember that I still had a full day of work ahead.

Being among crowds of people made things a little better. I was able to mostly forget about the events of the previous nights, even if the soreness in my neck kept trying to remind me. I opted to stand at the booth just as Brett did, in front of a table and our display. Stacks of pamphlets, key chains, and business cards flooded the table. The drone was on display. Huge images of topographic maps and high definition images stood on easels behind us. Normally, I’d have been the guy behind the table, handing out the whatnots and jotting down client information.

This time I threw myself into my work. I had to focus. I looked at how Brett was standing. I held myself erect and rolled my shoulders back just like him. I was nowhere near as striking as he, but it felt good to hold myself with confidence. I watched how Brett approached people, what he said to them and how he casually smiled. I employed so many of the same techniques. I was shocked to find how many people were willing to stop and chat with me. Many of them even joked about the prior day, claiming that I was extremely good at flying the drone. I joked with people heartily and offered them my phone number as opposed to Brett’s.

At one point, Brett clapped me on the shoulder. The familiar grip of his hand was there, and I had to chase certain memories away.

Brett gave me a grin.

“I’ve got to hit the head,” he told me. “Cover the booth for a bit?”

I nodded, trying to maintain eye contact with him.

“Do what you gotta do, man,” I said.

Brett heard the volume and confidence in my voice. He smiled all the wider. No sooner than he walked away from the table, I recognized the young woman from the elevator approaching my table. We met eyes and to my surprise, I stepped forward. I held myself tall and offered my hand, and the two of us introduced ourselves. I even complimented the way she looked. Ms. Gibbons was striking after all, wearing a white blouse I could nearly see through and a black pencil skirt. She couldn’t have been no older than I, and the two of us fell into conversation about my company and hers very easily.

We chatted for quite a while. I’d forgotten about Brett. It took concentration not to get lost in the young woman’s beautiful smiling face as she listened to me talk about the capability of our drones. When I began showing her pictures from a recent surveying contract we handled, the young woman brought herself close to my side. With the way my morning started, this new charge of energy was only building on the arousal I had been trying to suppress.

A text message bubble dropped onto the screen. I saw that it was from Brett, and I swiped it away, apologizing quickly to Ms. Gibbons. We chatted for another long while until we finally exchanged business cards. Even as I said goodbye to the young woman, I had to maintain my composure. I watched her walking away, unable to keep my eyes from drifting down to the backside wrapped in the pencil skirt.

Ms. Gibbons was only about twenty feet away when she ran into Brett. I could see the two of them chatting. The young woman motioned toward our booth smiling enthusiastically. Brett dwarfed the girl, standing with his chest out and his hands on his hips. I lifted my hand to wave to them, but then tried to act like I wasn’t paying attention to the exchange.

I saw Brett’s big hand gently touch her shoulder as he leaned in smiling. He brought his face close to her ear. I noted the way the young woman bristled. Brett was whispering to Ms. Gibbons, which only set me on edge. The woman’s eyes widened the slightest bit. She turned a fleeting glance over me before smiling once more to Brett.

I had no idea what the hell the two were discussing, or why Brett was whispering to her. I told myself it was completely normal. I’d seen Brett do this all day. He had no reservations about being in a clients personal space. And why would he? Most people, especially the woman, welcomed his proximity. My skin had flushed warm, though. I’d seen her look at me. What had Brett told her? Little bursts of memories flooded my mind. There was no way in the span of a few minutes he’d told her… that. He wouldn’t.

I felt the soreness return. Only now, it was a simple dull ache. I shifted on my feet, but the motion only allowed me to feel the throb in my asshole even more. I was trying to ignore it all. One day left. That was all. Disturbing images and emotions were whirling up inside of me again. I felt like a disgusting pervert standing there in front of the booth thinking of what I’d done. I could still feel it pushing its way through me….

I remembered the text. Brett had sent it while I was showing Ms. Gibbons the aerial shots on my phone. I returned to the chair behind our table and sat. Opening the messages on my phone, I tapped the most recent message from Brett. My mouth fell open, but I snapped it shut. I tugged the phone in close, fearful that prying eyes may catch a glimpse.

Brett’s dangling cock filled the entire length of my screen.

I immediately closed the tab and locked the screen. Heat filled my face. I stuffed the phone in my pocket and vowed to not take it out again. That message had come through while I was showing pictures to Ms. Gibbons only moments ago. I trembled, relieved that the photo itself hadn’t displayed atop the screen.

I nearly jumped when Brett took a seat beside me. He didn’t notice. He was already leaning close. I held my breath, wondering what he might say.

“Just in case you haven’t noticed,” he said in a hushed tone, “we’re doing extremely well. I’ve already got a load of contacts interested in a surveying contract.”

Brett leaned away and showed me an approving smile. I could still feel the color in my cheeks. I scanned the crowd of people for Ms. Gibbons. I spotted her, but she was already in another circle of business suits chatting with other conference goers.

I looked at Brett. “W-what did you say to the woman you were just talking to?”

Brett’s smile grew into a pearly grin.

“Ashley Gibbons,” he stated. “She’s been to a couple of these before. I think she’ll be calling us.”

I licked my lips. I wasn’t sure if it was the time to bring it up. I kept picturing it all in my head. By body felt lukewarm. I could feel my palms growing clammy. Just the thought of the picture made a few parts of my body throb. The way she’d looked at me… the timing of that text… what was that about? Was Brett insane?

“I… I know, I talked to her,” I said. “I w-was wondering… what you whispered to her.”

I saw a flash in Brett’s eyes. I watched them drift up and down my face.

“You sold to her, man,” Brett told me. “I told her to make sure to specifically call you next week. That you were the guy she wanted to go through.”

I just stared at Brett. I suddenly felt silly for thinking it could have been anything else. I blinked and allowed myself to breathe. A small grin formed on my face. Inside I felt so exhausted from my mind turning flips. Part of me was glad that this was the final day.

“Look, don’t get too excited,” Brett cautioned. “I know it’s just a conference and plenty of people take the cards and the literature and say they’ll get in touch with us. But Ashley works for a government affiliated group out west. And even if no one else gets back with us, I think you’ll definitely be hearing from her. We’ll definitely have reason to celebrate tonight.”

The mental gymnastics continued in my head. The elation I felt at a job well done was quickly heightened when I heard Brett’s last sentence. I could only look back at him in disbelief. There was something about the way he looked at me, like he himself was trying to contain his excitement. But for what? When I looked at him, I wasn’t seeing my boss or a guy congratulating me for my first actual deal. I was seeing that picture I knew I now had in my phone. I was imagining the guy naked in the bed.

As if he were reading my thoughts, Brett reached over and clapped a hand high on my thigh. His fingers squeezed the same spot I’d first felt him touch two nights ago. His fingertips were so dangerously close again, but now he grabbed me and shook my thigh with a huge smile.

“Great job, Will,” Brett said. “I knew we’d get to see the real you out here.”

Brett still hadn’t come up to the room.

It was getting late. The materials we’d brought along for the display at the booth and the demonstration were packed away in the company SUV. It took several trips, but I was determined to be done with the hotel. I’d finished packing all my things and my luggage was standing upright near the dresser.

I sat on the balcony once more watching the sun fall below the horizon. I tried to clear my head but my mind kept spinning right back to the same thoughts. Texting my wife helped… and it didn’t. She was excited to see me again. I felt the same, but I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel. Could I forget all that happened? Or when I kissed her would I think of….

Brett had still been mingling with several old friends in the business downstairs. He was a very social guy, and at the moment I didn’t mind. I needed to be alone. He’d mentioned celebrating. I wondered if he was at the bar downstairs yet again waiting on me to turn up.

The few days felt like a confusing blur. I was ready for them to be over. I had to get back to some kind of normalcy, to sleep in my own bed next to my wife. I knew the trip would be weird and stressful, but I’d greatly miscalculated the reasons why. I hoped that leaving the hotel behind would make it easier to forget.

Sitting on the balcony, it was impossible to forget.

I gave in to the temptation. I tapped through several screens on my phone. The picture in the message filled the screen. I blew out a slow breath. Brett had taken the picture in the bathroom earlier. His trousers were still fastened but unzipped. Hanging out of the front of his pants was his drooping cock. I remembered how it felt in my hand, how thick and firm it had grown. I shuddered remembering the thing splitting me open and burrowing deeper into my ass. The soreness was gone but I could still sense its shape pushing through me, as though I were recalling some sort of ghost limb that was no longer mine.

I locked the screen of my phone and stood. I couldn’t believe I still felt this way. I wanted to leave the hotel, sure, but I knew I was lying to myself thinking I regretted everything. One look at that picture was proof enough.

I stood and stepped back inside. Shutting the sliding door, I found my charger on the desk and plugged in my phone. I made a mental note to not forget to grab the charger in the morning. I’d taken two more steps across the floor when I heard the loud beep and the clunk of the hotel room door.

Brett entered the room and walked right over to the dresser. He nodded to me a offered me a grin. I stopped in my tracks and watched him.

“Hey, Will,” he said. “Sorry, I got caught up with a guy I used to work with downstairs. You didn’t have to load all that stuff yourself.”

I waved my hand, trying to look anywhere but in Brett’s direction.

“Uh, no big deal,” I said. “Just ready to be gone I guess.”

Brett emptied his pockets and turned to face me with a single eyebrow raised.

“All work and no play, huh?” Brett asked.

I tensed up.

“Hell, I started to suggest we find a local dive and stay out all night,” Brett said. “Of course I know we got a long drive ahead of us, though.”

“Yeah, I could use the sleep,” I told him quickly.

“If you say so, man,” he replied.

Brett shrugged his big shoulders. Then he casually began unfastening the buttons down the front of his shirt. He wasn’t looking at me. Behind the fabric, I could see the thick slabs on his chest. I should have turned away and went about my business. I couldn’t. I just kept staring.

The man glanced up, and I felt like a spotlight had been cast over my body. I licked my lips and scanned my brain for a way to act casually.

“You excited about going home?” I asked him. “To your wife?”

Brett grinned and let his shirt hang open while he unfastened and removed his belt.

“Sure,” he told me. “But we’re together almost every waking minute. Not sure she’s excited to get me back. That means she has to put up with me.”

Brett just let his trousers fall. He stepped free of them, picking them up to fold them neatly. I let my eyes travel up his strong curvy legs. When he turned, I didn’t look away. I stared right at the bulk of flesh packed snugly into the front of his underwear.

The man had stopped and was looking back at me. I saw something familiar in his face. Brett leaned back against the dresser. His shirt drifted open near his midsection, exposing his tight stomach.

“Are you and her… okay?” I dared to ask.

Brett smiled. “Yeah, of course. Why?”

I rubbed the back of my neck. It still ached from sleeping in the balcony chair.

“Does she know about… things like last night?” I asked.

I couldn’t believe I’d actually said it. I felt like diving off of the balcony. I stood my ground, bearing the weight of the bigger man’s gaze.

“Be less fun if she did, I guess,” Brett said.

Hearing his words made my groin ache. His wife didn’t know. Neither did mine. Nor would she ever. I expected it to make me feel worse. It didn’t. I stared at the bulging flesh behind his open shirt. Brett stood there waiting. I chewed the inside of my cheek. I knew if I walked over there he wouldn’t stop me, and I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. I needed to walk away if I wanted to keep my sanity. I wasn’t gay, no matter if I’d given in to curiosity the night before.

It would be the last chance I’d have.

The thought struck me like a knife in the chest. Brett stood there patiently. He knew. If I let the night pass by, I’d leave the hotel and perhaps never have another moment like this one again. Whether I wanted to face it or not, my dick was getting hard just standing there a few feet from the man. The outside world was gone. I didn’t have to put on a face or pretend like I hadn’t thought of Brett’s dick all day.

I walked over to him. My hands slid inside his open shirt and around the bulk of his midsection. Brett let me do it. Immediately I lost myself. My hands squeezed at his tight skin, never satisfied with just one spot. Before I knew what I was doing, the man’s tight ass was in my hands. We were so close together now.

I looked up into his face. Brett was wearing a knowing little smile.

“I told you,” Brett said. “All it takes is a taste.”

I shuddered. Feeling the bulk of his ass cheeks through the underwear wasn’t good enough. I slid my fingers through his underwear and tugged the mounds of thick flesh into my palms. I stared into Brett’s eyes as I did. There was no way I’d leave the hotel without doing this.

“I don’t get it,” I said to him in a hushed tone. “I… I’m not gay or… I’m married and I’ve never once thought of….”

“You want what you want, Will,” Brett told me. His hand slid around my shoulder up to the back of my head. “It doesn’t really have to make any more sense than that.”

Brett was better with words. He told me exactly what I needed to hear. I wanted him. To my shock, I let myself go. I leaned in and placed my lips on his. Arousal bloomed within me like a mushroom cloud. My whole body trembled and grew weak. I gripped the firm ass in my hands so that I wouldn’t fall. Brett’s big arms welcomed me in. His mouth opened and our tongues found one another yet again.

I’d never kissed anyone that way. Just the action itself was raw and desperate. Brett and I wove our tongues and our lips together slowly, but with an eagerness that drew our bodies tighter. I had to taste more. If I was all in, I wanted to go the distance. Soon I was kissing his hard cheek and sucking on the thick trunk of his neck. A huge hand held my head and guided me along.

I sank lower. I was amazed at how satisfying it was to tear my mouth across the expanse of a single pectoral muscle. This was not the soft doughy flesh of a woman. The skin was stretched so tightly here. Eventually I planted my head near the rounded base of the single muscle and found Brett’s stiff nipple. I sucked it into my mouth as hard as I could. I heard the breath rushing into my nose. Brett was letting the shirt fall away from his shoulders. I saw the crease of flesh where his bulging arm met his body. His hands were in my hair. Spiced aromas from his underarms filled my nose. It was intoxicating. That was a man’s smell, one I was familiar with. I crammed my face into Brett’s chest and whirled my tongue over his nipple.

It still wasn’t enough. I was hungrier. I was on a single knee now, mouthing the guy’s abdomen. His stomach was so hard. My hands were diving lower. The waistband of Brett’s underwear was tugged further down his ass by my wrists. The fabric stretched, sliding down the man’s waist. I saw it happening. I saw the skin below his navel appear. The maddening sensations within me only grew exponentially. I jammed my hands deeper into his underwear behind him until the base of Brett’s cock was visible in the front.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I was already down here. I was already kissing and groping the guy like a pent up virgin. I needed to see it. I dug my fingers behind the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down his big thighs. I kept pulling and pulling, desperate to reveal the full thing.

The cock still sagged low but wagged free of the underwear. Not even the bulk of Brett’s huge thighs could make it look less impressive. Shades of pink and red stretched down its length. A swollen vein curled down around one entire side of Brett’s dick. I could smell him. I thought of how Stephanie smelled when I put my head between her legs. This was nothing like that. The scent was musky and overpowering. I thought I could feel the heat on my face. I watched his dick lifting with each beat of his pulse.

I didn’t wait for him to get hard. I didn’t look up at Brett. What I wanted was right there. I took the thing in my fingers and pointed it into my open mouth. My lips stretched wide and the shaft filled their shape. A fat cock head slid through my taste buds. I bobbed my head and felt the massive tip peel through my lips. I shoved it back in and watched the shaft enter my mouth.

I couldn’t believe how amazing it was. The living thing responded to everything I did. I swiped my tongue around the head and felt it swell back into my mouth. I dragged my tongue across the bulbous vein and the shaft stiffened in my fingers. A heavy pair of hands rested on my head. I was aware of every labored breath above me, and the huge chest that swelled forth. I could hear tiny moans from Brett. It made me greedier for more.

I leaned away to catch my breath. It hadn’t even been a minute and I was gasping through wet lips. I stared at the glistening dick that twitched in my hand. I tilted it up. I tightened my fingers around it. I was in awe of the thing I held and the power it held over me. I could think of nothing else. I didn’t care what anyone might think in that moment. Raw sexual energy coursed through my veins. I could feel the same energy filling the piece of meat in my hand.

I shoved the cock back into my mouth. I sank to both knees and let my hands fall to Brett’s big thighs. I still felt the soreness in my neck as I worked my head back and forth. Each time the shaft plunged toward my throat, it pushed my jaw open wide. The motions were so fluid, but every jab of the cock beat at my throat forcefully. I realized Brett’s hips were moving. I watched the abs above my eyes writhing and rolling.

I don’t know how long Brett fucked my face. I was content to let him shove the thing into my mouth as long as he wanted. There was a moment where I felt like I was watching myself sucking dick. The awareness that I was on my knees in front of a muscled guy letting him do this to me should have disgusted me. My eyes crossed and rolled toward my forehead. I began to moan each time the fat cock head rammed my neck.

I gulped the dick up from my lips again. I had to breathe. When I did, I felt fingers tugging at the shirt I wore. In an instant it was pulled over my head and tossed away. Brett’s big hands took me by the arms and lifted me to my feet with ease. My wet lips gasped right in front of his face.

The look he gave me was intimidating, but set my insides ablaze. The man’s eyes were almost glazed and yet a fiery focus burned right through me. Before I even realized what was happening, Brett was shoving my pants to my feet. He advanced, and I had to move back quickly to not trip over my own clothes.

I fell to the bed. I sat upright, suddenly aware that Brett was now completely naked. We’d moved so fast. I saw flesh bounce with the man’s heavy steps. He was on me in seconds. Our faces met. He didn’t seem to care about the saliva smeared on my chin. Brett wound his tongue through my mouth and crept over me. I sank further under his weight. My legs opened out of some innate reflex. Brett lay between them. His huge chest settled upon me.

Brett pinned me to the mattress and kissed me. There was no darkness to hide what we were doing. Lamplight gleamed from the man’s head and his mountainous shoulders. My eyes shot open wide when I felt his erect cock prodding across my cotton underwear. I dug my fingers down the skin of his back.

Brett pulled away. His face was right in front of mine.

“I think we need to finish what we started, don’t you?” He said, bringing his lips down to brush across mine as he spoke the words.

A dull throb filled my entire groin. I remembered the pain of the previous night. It should have been enough to dissuade me. I remembered the fullness, the way he felt deep inside me. I might never get to feel that again.

I nodded. “Do it.”

Brett cocked an eyebrow at me and thrust his lower body up across mine. I felt the impossibly stiff thing digging and straining.

“You sure?” Brett said. “I don’t even have to give you a pitch?”

I shook my head. “Just do it.”

Brett mashed his lips to mine once more and pushed himself away. I was left cold on the mattress while he turned and stomped back across the room. I stared at the ceiling dazed. I wondered if I really meant it. I glanced down to see Brett fiddling with his luggage. I had no idea what he was doing. When he stood and stepped back between my legs, I was able to marvel at his naked body in the full light of the room. I scanned his toned upper body, down his tight abs to the bouncing erect cock jutting up from between his thighs.

I still didn’t think I was gay. If I was, I’d picked a hell of a guy to be gay for.

Brett was rubbing his hands. I blinked, realizing they were glistening and oily. Just when I understood what he was doing, his hands clutched my underwear by the waistband and pulled. In one swift motion, Brett jerked my boxers free and tossed them aside. One of his hands slid down my inner thigh beside my balls and went right for my ass. The other wrapped around my nodding dick.

I groaned loudly. Fingers slid deftly across my asshole. A few times they pressed so firmly I thought one of them might slip inside of me. I braced for the penetration that never came. The length of my cock was assaulted by a tight oily palm. My entire shaft felt like it was being hit with tiny electric shocks.

Brett stood up and slid both of his hands around his cock. I watched him. The moment began to sink in. The muscles in his forearms and biceps rolled and contracted. The fat head of his dick malformed in his grasp again and again. I stared at him. It was like watching someone load a gun or sharpen a knife. The hairs on my body stood on end.

Brett smiled down at me. That predatory look still sharpened his gaze.

“Think you can stay put this time?” His hands slid off the end of his dick to let it stand on its own. “Or should I hold you down?”

I was speechless. I watched Brett gently lift both of my legs. He climbed into the bed below me on his knees. I swallowed, but the knot in my throat didn’t go down. My thoughts swarmed through my head like flies. In a single instant, I thought of backing out, rolling from the bed, calling my wife, grabbing the thick chunk of flesh and stabbing it in, flipping on my stomach so as not to watch, begging him to put it in….

I lay petrified with my legs open wide and my groin exposed to a huge naked man. I said nothing. I held my breath.

A velvety head rubbed at the tight wrinkles of my asshole. I stared up at Brett. He stared back into my eyes. His body eased forward. I felt the contraction building like a coiled spring in the man’s cock.

My asshole spread around the head and sucked it inside.

I finally exhaled. As I did, I let out a loud broken moan. The pain returned. Now I was more focused on the feeling of the twitching bulb inside of me. It climbed deeper. I spread my thighs wider. Brett sank closer over my body. I thought I could feel the vein on his dick slide through me. The man was close enough that I could grab him. I did. To my surprise, I clutched his sides near his waist and pulled at him.

Brett obliged. My ass opened further deep within.

My own cock was jumping. I only noticed it when a hard body lowered itself against it. My balls spread in their sack and bore the weight of the man on top of me. The dick inside of me tugged back. It was easier than before. The pain was not as intense. The fullness was just as satisfying.

My eyes bulged from their sockets when Brett pressed into me again. The huge cock plunged deeper. It touched places I’d never consciously felt before. I thought it could go no further. It did. My head fell back and I cried out. There was no pain this deep inside me. Only the twitching of a live cock.

I finally felt the man’s balls flatten against my ass cheeks. Brett wiggled his hips and settled himself against my crotch. His arms encircled my upper body. His broad chest smothered mine. Once again, I was staring into Brett’s face, breathing each breath he took.

“Oh my god,” I heard myself say. “Oh my fucking god!”

Brett chuckled. “Don’t worry, I promised to take good care of you.”

Brett fastened his lips over mine. We kissed, much more slowly than before. I worked my tongue across his and basked in the sensation of being smothered by a man. His body was bigger than mine. I probably couldn’t wiggle free if I wanted to. I didn’t. The engorged thing inside of me twitched with life and held the walls of my flesh apart.

The hips that pinned mine lifted. Air rushed into my nose. The cock inside of me drew back. It might have been an inch or two. It felt like it was a mile. Then, I felt the fat head fighting its way back through my body. I let out a loud moan into the mouth that sealed mine.

Our bodies locked again. The cock was firmly seated into its place in my ass. I writhed beneath Brett, realizing that I could feel the thing shift and twist with every move I made.

Brett tugged it back and eased it forward again. I could feel it climbing through my ass each fraction of a second. His hips lifted and he did it again.

He was fucking me. Brett made sure to move slowly, but the man was fucking me.

Why was such an obvious fact was such a revelation to me? Of course he was. I couldn’t wrap my brain around it though. Two nights ago he’d touched me in my sleep. Last night I’d cum from the mere penetration of his cock. Now I was pinned beneath Brett feeling him pump his dick into my ass.

It was incredible.

Our lips never fully parted. Every now and again, our tongues would dart at the other. The heat of our bodies was sweltering. I felt Brett’s hard torso grow slick as it slid back and forth on my body.

“You’re so fucking tight,” Brett gasped into my mouth. “If… if I go any faster, I’m going to bust.”

The force of the words reverberated through my entire body. Against my own will, my asshole seized around the shaft locked inside of it. I stared at Brett dumbfounded. Again, it should have been obvious. How else did I expect this to end? Part of me wanted him to do it. I wanted to know what that felt like.

But I didn’t want it to end.

“Then keep… going slow,” I told him.

I saw the corner of his mouth tug up into a grin.

“I take it you like it better tonight?” Brett asked me. “We gotta plan these trips more often.”

The cock continued to push through me. Our bodies slowly rocked on the mattress. I thought of the bed, and the way Brett had touched me the first night. He’d grabbed my dick. He’d stroked me. Then I remembered the picture.

“You planned all this,” I said. “You… knew what you were doing?”

Brett stared at me. He never stopped grinning. For a while I thought he wouldn’t say anything. He just kept rocking his hips slowly. I hooked my legs behind him, welcoming the cock deeper. I felt no pain.

“I booked one king,” Brett told me.

My jaw fell open when the cock shoved through me with more force than before.

“I slept ass naked the first night.”

Another powerful thrust jabbed the stiff dick deep.

“I was ready to get fired if it meant I could sleep with my dick against your tight little ass.”

The moan I let out turned to a stuttering gasp when Brett’s body clapped into mine. A million thoughts raced through my mind. Just when I tried to settle on one, the meaty cock drew back and rammed through my asshole. Brett knew all along what he’d do. It felt dirtier now that I’d given in. He wanted me, and he was getting what he wanted.

“Is this why you… p-picked me for the trip?” I stammered.

Brett’s hips rolled in gentle circles. His dick twisted and slid in and out of me.

“Doesn’t have to be complicated,” Brett told me. He kissed at my lips. “I wanted this, and I knew you’d be great for the job. It can be both. I just… wanted to see if you were up for some fun, too.”

I kissed him back, amazed at how I felt no more pain. Brett’s cock was exploring every inch of my insides, and it felt incredible.

“Does this… mean that you’re gay?” I asked timidly.

Brett pressed his hips in slow. The length of his dick filled my ass. It kept burrowing until I felt his balls against my cheeks down below. He watched as I sucked in a deep gasp that didn’t seem to end.

“Does that feel good?” He asked me.

I nodded. My eyes whirled in their sockets.

Brett chuckled. “Then what does it matter?”

I reached up and grabbed him by the back of the neck. I pulled him into my face. His hard jaw opened against mine and our tongues writhed wildly. My other hand sank until I was able to clutch a handful of his ass. I couldn’t pull him in enough. He was right. What did it matter? We were two adults having a good time.

Brett’s body eased off of me a few inches. His waist began to roll. The long dick in my ass tugged back so far I thought it might fall free. It didn’t. The sounds I made I couldn’t control. Brett’s entire cock pumped in and out of me. His ass cheek clenched and released in my fingers. The speed of his hips built. His body clapped against mine. A huge pair of balls slapped at my skin.

I still clutched the man even as his muscles began to tense. Lines formed in his neck. His jaw grew firm and square. The entire bed rocked. My fingers fought for a grip on his sweaty skin. I clawed at him, begging to draw him close again. His rigid body had found its pace, though. The oily friction in my ass began to build heat. So many inches of girth beat its way in and out of me with alarming ease.

“W-Will?” Brett gasped.

I looked into his eyes.

“Yeah?”

Brett licked his lips before I saw his pearly teeth.

“God… I’m about to….”

I hooked my legs in tighter. I needed it. The simple tug gave Brett his answer and spurred his motions.

A sharp pain dug into my stomach when Brett’s hips slammed into me. His jaw fell open. He made no sound. I felt how locked his entire body was. I knew it was happening. Brett pulled back slightly and slammed into me again. I accepted the assault. The huge dick in my ass had somehow bulged and stiffened even more. The man pulled back again and again, throwing himself against me in an attempt to bury his erection as far as he could.

I felt the warmth seep into me. Brett’s cock felt so slick now. I blinked, watching as he finally let forth a series of moans. His arm buckled. Brett’s heavy body collapsed on top of me. His chest pressed me into the mattress with his every erratic breath. I could feel the base of his cock twitching in the ring of my asshole. Even that felt slimy. I couldn’t tell if it was from the oil or….

I squeezed the man’s ass. His body was now draped across mine. My thighs ached from being spread wide. I ignored the feeling. Instead I focused on the dick that throbbed inside of me. I imagined that it was still dribbling cum. I gently whirled my hips, feeling how slick everything felt… even inside.

Brett turned his face toward mine. For a while we just stared at one another gasping for air. I still wiggled beneath him, feeling his cock lose a bit of strength inside of me. When I couldn’t resist anymore, I pressed my lips to his. I couldn’t get enough of this feeling. Whatever it was, or why, I didn’t care. It felt dirty and devious. I loved it.

When our lips finally parted, Brett lifted himself on his hands and pulled away.

“Jesus Christ,” he said looking down at me. “That was amazing.”

I smiled wearily. Brett stared at me a few seconds longer, then I felt his hips drawing away from my body. A fleshy dick started to slither from my ass.

“Consider your debt paid, Will,” Brett chuckled.

I tightened my ankles behind him. With both hands, I clutched the tops of his ass and tugged his hips closer. It was an odd sensation. I’d only felt the intense stiffness inside of me. The long cock slid back in all the same. I locked my legs in deep and held Brett there.

He looked at me. I saw his grin.

I nodded up at him. “You ever go for two?”

Brett held himself over me for a few seconds. Then, he sank back onto my body. I welcomed the wet heat and squeezed his ass back into place.

“Never have,” Brett said, bringing his lips close to mine.

I spread my thighs open.

“Never know until you put yourself out there,” I said.

“Baby I think your ride is here!”

I set my coffee cup in the sink and finished the last bit of eggs on my plate. Wiping my hands on a towel, I adjusted my shirt and headed into the living room. I wasn’t late. I knew we’d be waiting at the airport for another hour and a half. Still, I hurried through the house trying to calm my breathing as I went. It was no use.

I lifted the handle on my luggage and wheeled it toward the front door. Stephanie emerged from the hallway just to my left. She was still working an eating into place. Her makeup was done. She was beautiful. Even in a simple blouse and skirt, her figure brought the outfit to life. She lit up when she saw me. Stephanie hugged me, and I squeezed her in my arms.

When we pulled away, we held each other by the arms. Stephanie gave me an exaggerated pouty expression.

“Aw, I’m gonna miss you, though,” My wife told me.

“It’s just for the week,” I reassured her. “I’ll be back by Friday night and we can stay up late watching movies.”

Stephanie cocked an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t go making promises you can’t keep, there bud,” She scolded me.

I leaned down to kiss her. Her lips and her face felt so soft against mine. Our faces parted and we shared a few seconds that seemed to drift. Her eyes sparkled. I couldn’t help but smile.

“I wish I got to travel,” Stephanie said. “Seems like you’re always going somewhere fun.”

I rolled my eyes and reached for my luggage again, slinging my laptop bag over my shoulder.

“Yeah, trust me,” I said, “you aren’t missing out on anything. I promise you by the second day I’ll be dying of boredom.”

“Well, please be careful,” Stephanie reminded me. “Call me when you guys land?”

“You know I will,” I replied.

I gave Stephanie a final peck on the lips before dragging my luggage out the front door and down my front steps.

“Love you!” She called to me.

“Love you, too!”

The SUV was still running. I opened the hatch and stuffed my luggage and laptop bag in the back with the rest of the bags. I waved once more toward my front door before I climbed in the passenger seat.

I buckled myself in. Brett pulled the shifter down and eased away down the road.

“Hey, man,” I said casually. “Got our tickets right?”

Brett smiled and looked over at me. “You know my plans always come through.”

I scoffed and grinned out the window.

“Right,” I said. “I’m expecting a heart shaped hot tub at the condo.”

Brett laughed. “That might be outside of our travel expenses, Will. Do you know who you work for?”

“Well, lead the way boss,” I told him.

Brett’s smile only grew. He shook his head and stared out the windshield through his sunglasses.

I leaned into his peripheral vision.

“What?” I asked.

I saw the way the man shifted in the seat. His hand squeezed at the steering wheel.

Brett shrugged. “Actually, I was hoping to let you take lead this time. You know… let you get used to throwing the pitches for a change.”

I stared at him. Brett turned a familiar grin toward me.

“I think you’ll like it.”

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