From: proudy@mail.accessorl.net (Keith Proud)
Subject: Brother-in-law (M/biM)
Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 01:52:11 GMT
Organization: Access Orlando

The following posts are reposts of stories that I have gleaned from
BBSs through the years.  I have given credit to the author if one
still remained after multiple postings. Most contain graphic sex
between consenting males.

If this subject matter offends you or is in violation of your
community pornography standards, you should leave this group now. If
you are under the age of eighteen, the law says you shouldn't be here.

Under United  States law (Telecommunications Act of 1995) it is
illegal to knowingly transmit sexually explicit material to minors .
The author is transmitting this story solely for the entertainment of
adults.

The first time I met my brother-in-law Jeff, I was well aware of
the "electricity" that had flowed between us.  Simply, HE WAS
HOT!  Six feet tall, 185 pounds of solid, well defined muscle, nice
flowing facial lines.  His head was topped with curly, black
locks.  As my eyes traveled from his hair, down his face, to the
sight of his chest hair showing over the top of his T-shirt, I
felt my cock stir slightly.  Nice narrow hips.  Firm rounded ass
cheeks, and more that a hint of good man-cock behind that zipper.
My own cock was about to give me away.  We shook hands firmly, and
was it my imagination, or was there really a slight lingering of
the hand as he said, "My pleasure,  I know we will get along just
fine".

A deep thrill surged through my body.  My sister was getting
ready to marry this man whom I had just met, and Jeff and I were
to go back-packing in the Sierras this weekend, as my sister put
it, "To get to know each other".  I had dragged my feet when she
first put the proposition to me.  I didn't want to spend my
precious back-packing time nursing some whimp my sister was hot
for around the mountains.  But now, this might prove to be
interesting.

I had been planning this trip for 6 months.  My 6"1 frame was rock
solid.  I had been getting at least 3 sessions a week in at the
gym.  Racket-ball had further fine tuned my co-ordination and body.
I had planned to spend a week by myself in Yosemite, just hiking
and being out-of-doors.  I saw those dreams beginning to disolve
when my sister phoned 2 weeks ago from San Diego to inform me that
she was getting married, and she thought that I should get aquainted
with my future brother-in-law.  Now that I had met him, I was looking
forward to it.

The next night Jeff and I were in the heart of the wilderness in
Yosemite.  We had left the city early, gotten to the trail-head
about noon, strapped our packs on and hiked in about 6 miles.
Now, after supper, we were relaxing at our campsight around a small
fire we had built.
     "Would you like a shot of brandy", I offered.
     "Thanks", as he took the flask.
We passed the flask back and forth a couple of times, and we
began to mellow out and let the tensions of the City
dissipate into the fire.
     "Do you smoke?", he asked.  The smile on my face gave me away.
     "I was just going to ask you the same question!"
As the joint dwindled into nothingness, his hand seemed to be
resting on his crotch a lot more frequently.
     "You know", I said, "When we met yesterday, I had the
impression that you are going to be a good addition to our
family".  He responded by reaching over and resting his hand on
my crotch.  Naturally I returned the favor.

I could feel the man-cock begin to thicked beneath the Levi's.
He was either wearing boxers, or no "skivs" at all.  My own shaft
was growing at a record pace.  The strain of my own briefs
against my almost fully erect 8 inches was becoming unbearable.
My cum laden balls were begging for release from their confines.
Now he was beginning to unfasten my belt.  My hands searched the
hairy chest for the nipples that were becoming hard.  Gentle
massage with the slightest squeeze on them brought a groan from
Jeffs' throat.  The closeness of this man and the smell of his
body were driving me crazy.

He finally won his way past the restrictions of my pants, and his
hand was exploring by throbbing cock and balls.  To my own delight,
I found he was wearing no shorts, and now in its own glory, his
cock was even more than I expected.  But before I could turn
around to savor its delights with my eager lips,  I felt the
moistness of his mouth on my own swollen cock-head.  The
sensation was like I had never felt before.  I was sure his mouth
was "virgin", I could tell by the way he was struggling to get
more of my manhood into it.

I changed positions so that I would be able to return his favors,
and [I] was greeted with that certain smell that only a man gives off.
The musky smell of his crotch, mingled with the sweat of the day,
caused my cock to grow even more in his mouth.  My tongue flicked
over his hairy balls.  Along the base of the shaft, and up the
full length of his pulsating phallus.  A drop of pre-cum just
beginning to appear from the cock-head.  No hesitation.  His cock
was buried down my throat.  My face was buried in his crotch hair.
Slowly I withdrew along the shaft until only my lips were on the
head, and again I plunged at least 8 inches down with that rock
hard maleness filling my throat.  My own cock was on the verge of
bursting.  Jeff was learning fast.  As our mouths worked each others
cocks to their limits, our hands were searching.  My finger found
his tight sphincter muscle and began to firmly massage it.  As it
gradually relaxed, I was able to get my finger into the puckered
cherry-bud.  It was too much for him.  With a groan that seemed
to begin at his very roots, his hot manhood began to leap in my
throat.  Hot lust juice began to spew forth in hot searing gushes.
My own cock responded likewise, and Jeff was taking it like a
champion.  I was eagerly swallowing everything that he had to
offer.  It seemed that he would never stop cumming.  As we slowly
drifted down from the heights of complete satisfaction, Jeff turned
and snuggled into my arms.  "Welcome to the family,  I think it is
going to work out just right", I said.  His lips on my chest gave
me the only answer I needed to hear.

The rest of the week only got better, and we were more than eager to
please each other.  The mountain air seems to give us both an
insatiable
appetite for each other.

When we returned to the City, my sister was pleased that we seemed to
to have gotten along ok.  I gave her my approval on her choice for
a husband.  Little did she know how thoroughly he was "checked-out".
Anyway, she got a great husband, and I got a HOT brother-in-law....
.....not to mention a "back-packing" buddy!