Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2011 20:24:54 -0400 (EDT)
From: Mw <mw4rb@aol.com>
Subject: My Boyfriend's Brother part 1

This story doesn't contain any fucking or blowjobs. Some of you may find it
incredibly boring. But I think it is very erotic, because it is 100% true.

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I met my boyfriend several years ago. We fell in love instantly. We were
both still officially in the closet, but after a few months he introduced
me to his brother. This story is about my boyfriend's brother.

Now, they two always have been really close, and I hear tell they even
played around a lot when they were younger. His brother is married now, but
they're still really close.

I was introduced at first as a buddy, and got along great with the
brother. After some time, we decided to tell him about us, and he was very
accepting. I started becoming closer friends with him. We text a lot, and
like any man, he loves to talk dirty. He'd tell me what he wants to do to
this girl or that one, and I got to where I'd ask him personal questions,
like how big he was, or if he got off today. Often he'd just laugh,
sometimes he would answer. Usually I was kidding, and he'd kid right along
with me. If I asked for a picture of his cock, he'd say he couldn't send
one now, because he had poor service.

I've always thought he's pretty hunky, and by now he knows it. Also, by now
I can ask him literally anything. He may laugh, or ignore me, but he won't
get mad. So I sent him a message one day. I told him about this fantasy
I've had for years. I've wanted to be riding in a vehicle with someone
unsuspecting, and just take my cock out and start masturbating, like it was
a normal thing to do. Of course, I'm not going to do that if it will make
somebody mad, so I asked his permission to do it with him. I told him if he
gave me permission now, nothing would be said about it on the day it
happened. At first he laughed, he thought I was kidding. After I convinced
him I was serious, we talked about it some more. He said it would be weird
for him. I told him he didn't even have to watch me, he could just keep
driving and ignore me if he wanted. We talked about it several times over
the next couple weeks. He never would say it was OK. But I told him all he
had to do was say no, and I'd drop it. He wouldn't say no either.

I only get to see him once every month or two. So one day I sent him a
message, and let him know I would be visiting soon. I told him I was giving
him one last chance to say no, and if he didn't I was going to go ahead
with my plan. He replied right away and said "When are you coming?" I took
that as a yes!

A few days later, I went to visit. I rode with him while he worked. No
mention was made of our previous emails. We just visited like good friends
do. I was a little nervous, and wasn't sure how to start. I suppose he
wasn't sure if I would go through with it. Finally after riding for an hour
or so, he started looking out his window a lot. I felt like he was
purposely looking away from me, so I quickly fished out my cock while he
wasn't looking. When he turned back he acted like he didn't notice, just
made another comment about his work. I was a little nervous, and wasn't
even hard yet. I chuckled and said I didn't know if I could even get
hard. He laughed, then we continued to visit as if I wasn't sitting beside
him with my hardening dick in my hand. He looked all around as he drove,
but pretended to not watch me at all, After all, he's supposed to be
straight. The acknowledgement he made that I was stroking was mentioning
that we were nearing our stop, and I was going to get caught. By that time,
I was fully hard, and of course I was super horny. I thought I might finish
after our stop, but decided to hurry and finish. Only a few more strokes,
and my cum was boiling out the head of my cock and onto my stomach. I had
hoped for a good strong shot, but didn't work at it long enough. I was a
little disappointed, but I decided I wasn't putting on a show for him
anyway, so it was OK. I grabbed a paper towel off the seat and cleaned
up. I threw the towel on the floor. I rode with him again the next day and
the towel was gone! Hmm, maybe he was just keeping the truck tidy?

I messaged him later and thanked him for letting me have my fantasy. I told
him I thought it had done it's job, and he probably didn't have to worry
about me whipping it out every time I rode with him. I told him it was
awesome he was such a good friend. I doubt may straight guys would consent
to such a proposal!

The next time I asked if it suited to ride with him, he said sure! But he
said I had to behave. Well, I thought, at least I'll have a hot memory. And
he's still my friend. I did behave when I rode with him, and figured that
was the end of it. Turned out it wasn't the end of it after all...

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If you enjoy the story, or have a similar story to tell, I would love to
hear from you! mw4rb@aol.com