Date: Wed, 1 Nov 2000 16:00:39 -0800
From: bazmar <3stix@concentric.net>
Subject: My Lover's Brother

My Lover's Brother

Lester and I have been lovers for the past twenty years. We have a strong
relationship filled with love, sex and good living; absolutely nothing to
complain about. We are honest and open with each other. We don't sneak
around on each other, but we are also realistic. We know that men, all men,
have a wanderlust when it comes to sex. Let's face it, sex, even after
twenty years, can be full and rewarding with the person you love, but it
does lack that certain spark of electricity that come with a fresh piece of
meat. So whenever either of us gets that itch for something new and
different we both set about finding just the right person to share a bed
with both of us and we do some serious scratching. Also since each of us
goes out of town on an occasional, but extended, business trip we also know
that temptation does cross one's path, and since under the circumstances
the other partner is not around, we've agreed, then its permissible so long
as all the details are shared with the other partner. Those stories never
fail to heat things up to a fever pitch and great sex always follows. It
may not work for everyone, but it sure works for us.

Lester is an attorney for a multinational corporation and about three or
four times a year he has to go to various places around the world. When I
can I go with him, but this time since it was an 8 weeks assignment and in
the middle of winter I stayed home. I sure he isn't horny. He's in Portugal
and the guys there all seem to be hung thick and terminally horny. For not
much more than a night on the town and cab fare, they are spend a half hour
or so letting hungry American cock suckers feast on their sturdy sticks. I
know because Les and I spent a couple of weeks there in April about 5 years
ago and we'd shared a number of hot studs. I'm looking forward to the tales
of his adventures when he returns. I'll also have a hot story of my own; it
will either make him super hot or turn him off totally. See what you
think.....here's the story.

Lester has a baby brother, Rick, who is 16 years younger than he. Being the
unexpected baby of the family Rick was indulged, spoiled and always
forgiven his many indiscretions. As a result, now at 24 he still hasn't
"found himself." The fact that he's one of the most handsome men I've ever
seen doesn't help matters. He's always been able to find women willing to
support him, put up with his shit and forgive his wayward nature. The
killer is that rarely do they dump him, he usually walks away when
something better comes along. On the rare occasions that he does get turned
out he generally ends up with his family until he meets another willing
victim.

The last we'd heard from him, he was living on South Beach in Miami,
"working" as a bouncer in a bar owned by his latest meal ticket. So I was
hardly expecting him when the apartment buzzer bleated and Richardo, the
doorman announced that Rick was in the lobby.

He was family so of course I told Richardo to send him right up. I knew
Rick had no idea that Lester was away and I was sort of hoping, though I
really knew better, that he might not want to stay. I really was not in the
mood for company. Though I really miss Lester whenever he's away, I also
enjoy the opportunity for some alone time. Nevertheless Rick's family, so
what can you do. I guess I just knew this wasn't going to be a short
visit. Whenever "the baby" showed up unannounced on a family doorstep you
could safely wager he was between women, which portended an extended stay.

Of course my suspicions were correct. He came through the door laden down
with a back pack, two duffles and an overnight bag.


"Hope you don't mind if I stay a couple of weeks," he said with the most
charming grin he could manage. "I've been left high and dry." I turned out
that he'd been in town a few days. He'd followed some new woman up here,
but the romance and starlight they'd achieved in the tropic breezes of
Miami Beach quickly disappeared in the oppressive humidity of a City
Summer. She'd dumped him and he needed "a place to crash" until something
better came along. Did I also mention that Rick is very good at burning
bridges, so there was no chance he could go back to South Beach and resume
where he'd left off.

Like a good brother-in-law I told him the guest room was his as long as he
needed it. He gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek and only then did he
bother to inquire about Lester.

"So is Big Bro working late tonight?'

"Actually he's been in Portugal for the past six weeks and won't be back
for another two."

"Shit. You must be lonely. Not to mention horny." he said giving me a wink
and a leer. "Well I can help you out with the first, but your on your own
with the second."

"Do you think you'll still be here when he gets back?" I was hoping he'd
say no, but again you have to behave with family. "I know he'd love to see
you."

"I should still be here in two weeks. It'll probably take me that long to
line up something else." He gave me a knowing grin and another wink. "Mind
if I grab a shower? I sure could use one about now." He sniffed at his
right pit and wrinkled his nose.

I couldn't help but laugh. He was charming and better looking than he had a
right to be. His face was beautiful, there's no other word, making him
appear to be in his late teens rather than mid-twenties. Not a blemish, not
a hint of acne. His eyes were bluer than a crisp Autumn sky and his flaxen
blond hair was cut short and spikey. He would have stood out in an
Abercrombie and Fitch catalogue, no lie. Now Lester is very good looking,
but even at his best he was a distant second to his brother in the looks
department. Oh, did I mention the body? Muscles, but not too much, just
enough. He's just 6' with strong solid legs and a chest any woman or gay
man would love to lick. He also had one hidden asset which I'd seen when he
was only a developing teenager, it showed great promise back then, but now
if the bulge in his jeans were any indication, well let's say he was
packin' heavy. Lester's no slouch in that department either with 7 thick
solid inches, so Rick comes by it naturally.

I said to him, "nothing has changed since your were here five years ago,
nothing much can in a New York apartment. You know where the guest room is,
the linens are fresh. You know where we keep towels and you know where the
bathroom is, make yourself at home or do you want me to bathe you."

He got up and was headed down the hall but he stopped, turned around, gave
me one last wink and said, "no, but I'd bet you'd like to," before he
disappeared toward the guest room and bath.

A few minutes later he appeared back in the living room wearing nothing
more than a towel wrapped around his waist. I couldn't help but notice that
something was pushing the front of the towel a good distance away from his
body and I'm afraid my eyes lingered on the spot longer than appropriate. I
know he noticed, because he got a shit eating grin on his face as he asked,
"you fixin' supper for us or are you taking me out?"

"Neither," I said regaining what dignity I could, "I'm ordering Chinese
in."

"Cool. I'll be out of the shower in a bit."

As soon as I heard the showering running I walked to the phone and placed
an order for more than enough food to be delivered from our favorite
Chinese restaurant. I decided I'd grab a shower as soon as Rick was
finished; I'd be ready just about the time the food was delivered. I went
down to my room, got out of my work clothes, put on my terry robe and
tightened the belt around my waist. I heard the shower stop and a minute or
later the bathroom door opened. I came out of my bedroom door and found
myself face to face with Rick who was standing in the hall stark naked,
drying himself. I couldn't help it, my eyes dropped to his midsection and
gasped. The fucker's cock was as beautiful as the rest of him. It was a
good fat 5" totally soft and it sort of draped over a perfect pair of
large, meaty balls. The head was a work of art, a fleshy pink helmet just
asking to be nibbled on. It was the kind of cock used to mold dildos, the
kind of dick people pay money to possess, even if only in rubber. He
couldn't but help but notice my interest.

"Pretty nice one, that's why I never have any trouble finding a woman to
treat me good, not to mention offers from lots of men."

I must have been blushing like a high school girl. I barely whispered as I
pushed by him toward the bathroom, "I've seen nicer, including your
brother's."

As I closed the door I heard him say, "that's bullshit, I know what
Lester's cock looks like and it's not nearly as nice as mine." He was
right, but the difference was I loved Lester's cock...I only lusted after
the one I'd just seen. I also knew I couldn't go there, the family thing,
you know.

By the time I got out of the shower Rick was sitting in the living room
watching TV. Though he wasn't exactly naked, he only had the damned towel
wrapped around his waist. Fuck it, I didn't bother to dress either. I took
as seat at the opposite end of the couch from him wearing only my robe.

"So when's dinner?" He asked.

"Chinese, like I said. It should be here any minute."<BR CLEAR="LEFT">

Right on cue the door buzzer came alive and I told the door man to sen the
delivery boy up. I paid the bill and gave the boy an extra five as a
tip. We laid the different boxes and bags on the coffee table and I got up
to get plates and something for us to drink. Rick too got up and headed to
his room. He returned to the living room just as I was pouring out glasses
of Pepsi for each of us. I looked up in time to see Rick reseated on the
sofa lighting a joint.

"A little something for the head and appetite," he grinned. "They had the
best grass in Miami. This shit's radical Jamaican, right off the
boat. Costs $300 an ounce, dealer's price, if you can get it. Take a toke,
it'll knock you on your ass."

I hadn't smoked in nearly 6 months. Lester can't smoke because his company
does random drug screenings (government contracts and those kinds of
things) so I only smoke when other people offer to share, which isn't too
often.

We smoked down the joint and then attacked the food as though neither had
eaten in a week. Rick hadn't been kidding about the quality of the smoke, I
was flat on my ass, my inhibitions nil and as usual when I get stoned, I
got horny. Still I wasn't so stoned that I'd put the moves on my lover's
brother. If he put the moves on me however. . .

Once we'd eaten all we could we sat back. I looked over at Rick, he
produced and lit a second joint. I should have know better, and maybe I
did, but I smoked it anyway. As soon as the joint was burnt Rick came up
with a suggestion that I no longer had the will power to resist.

"Hey, you guys got any bisexual porno? I'd like to watch a little fuck and
suck film and we can both enjoyy a bisexual flick."

"Yeah, we got three or four new ones on DVD," I said.

"Great! Can we watch them.?"

"Sure I'll go get them." Which is exactly what I did, knowing that this was
not going to be an ordinary night at home watching videos with the
family. I knew where we were headed and I was so turned on by the thought
that I was glad my robe had numerous folds to camouflage my growing cock.

The movie I selected, mainly because it had a very hot suck scene involving
a supposedly straight guy, his girl friend and her gay brother, was The
BI-ways of California. The first two loops were sexy but did not contain
action likely to drive anyone over the edge. The first was of the boyfriend
and girl friend engaging in some very ordinary fuck action. The second was
of the brother working a glory hole at a bus station on his way to visit
the couple. The third was the one I'd been waiting for.

I looked over at Rick and from the looks of things he found it has hot as I
did. Not only was his cock standing up rock hard, but he was stroking it
through the towel material. He saw me looking and said, "the way I see it
you have three choices. One, you can leave the room; two, you can watch me
jerk off; or three, . . ." He just looked at me and grinned as he pulled
the towel apart to reveal what had to be one of the most beautiful hardons
I'd ever seen.

"So?" I asked trying to be as cool as possible under the circumstances,
"what's my third option?"

"I think you can figure that one out for yourself," he said as he waved his
manhood back and forth as if to beckon me to it.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked. When I told Lester about this I wanted
it to be clear that I did not go out of my way to seduce his brother, but
rather just took advantage of an opportunity presented.

"I have a stiff dick don't I? As long as I cum, it really doesn't matter to
me how. You won't be the first guy to swallow this baby," he said as he
gave his cock a couple of loving strokes, "but you'll only be the second
one to not pay for the privilege. And if you're worried about what Les will
say, I don't think you have much to be concerned about. He was the only guy
who ever had it for free. I have some ethics, I never charge family."

Now I have to admit I was shocked. "Lester sucked you off? When? How?"

"Remember when you guys gave me a trip up here for my high school
graduation. I was here for a couple of months. You had to go out of town
for two weeks during that visit. Well while you were gone we got drunk, I
got horny, one thing led to another and I got a blow job every day until
you got back. I made him swear he wouldn't tell you, because I was afraid
you'd freak and I'd be persona non grata around here. Besides I didn't want
it to fuck up things between the two of you. So like I said, I don't think
you have much to worry about, so if you want it, it's all yours."

Did I want it? In a matter of seconds I was kneeling on the floor in front
of him. He spread his legs giving me total access to that beautifully thick
slab of meat and those heavy hanging balls. I took it slow, starting out by
lapping at his two meaty orbs and then moving up the underside of his
shaft, barely touching it with the point of my tongue. When I reached the
puckered slit on the pink helmeted head I was rewarded with a sweet drop of
crystal man honey. The sweet musky taste drove me wild and I took him to
the hilt and proceeded to give him the blow job of his life. I used every
technique I'd refined over 26 years of practice. I brought him close to the
edge and then eased him back down. Over and over, until I he was writhing
with pleasure and begging for immediate release. I didn't want it to end so
I refused his pleas and used him to satisfy my oral cravings. Finally he
could stand it no longer. He grabbed my head and began to piston himself in
and out of my throat. "I not going to let you stop it this time," he
panted. But I had other plans. I forced my head away from him and removed
his cock, just nanoseconds before I knew he'd erupt. Before he could voice
his displeasure I grabbed his ankles, pulled them up and then pushed them
back over his body to reveal his pink rosebud to me. Once he got the idea
of where I was going he gave me no resistance, grabbing his ankles himself
to allow me total freedom to do what was coming next. I dove in and feasted
on him. He moaned, he cried, I transported him to sensual paradise. Just
when he couldn't stand any more pleasure I pulled his legs back down and
returned to the main event. This time I was going for the gusto and in a
matter of moments I had him screaming out as volley after volley of his hot
white lava flooded first my mouth and then my throat. He must have been
super charged because the load came fast and in huge blasts. I milked him
until I was certain I'd captured every drop. Only when he was totally
flaccid did I release him.

"Wow!" He looked at me and grinned. "Now I know why you and Les have been
together 20 years. My brother's no fool."

So what do you think Lester's reaction will be? I hope it's good. Rick is
still here and I'm still blowing him at least once a day. He thinks it will
be cool to have both me and his brother working on him at once. I know it
will be hot, but it all depends on Lester.