Date: Sun, 2 Jul 2006 19:22:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Arnold Layne <arnoldlayne69@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Sister's Boyfriend Joey

Originally published on the website TommyHawk's Fantasy World
in 2005

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My Sister's Boyfriend Joey
By Bacteriaburger

The summer after I graduated from college I crashed on my big
sister Trish's couch for a few months. What else was I
supposed to do? I had earned a bachelor's degree in
anthropology, which translated to no money and no job
prospects.

She had a little house in the woods outside the town we grew
up in, and she said I could stay there as long as I needed.
She'd mentioned something about having a boyfriend, but I
didn't realize until I got there that he was pretty much
living with her.

His name was Joey. He worked construction during the day.
Technically, he was living with his parents in the trailer
park off the highway, but he slept at Trish's house almost
every night (except for when they were fighting). I didn't
mind. The truth was, I found Joey incredibly hot. He was a
muscular guy, with a shaved head and very fair skin. He was
handsome, but he had a light brown mustache that made him
look really sexy in a trashy kind of way.

We became buddies. I had nothing else to do, and was wasting
my days away on Trish's couch, steadfastly avoiding the rest
of my life. Joey usually got home an hour before Trish, so
we'd drink beer together and shoot the shit. I wasn't sure if
he knew that I was gay, but he never asked so I left it open.

I was raiding my sister's fridge around 3 a.m. the night that
it happened. I was washing down leftover cake with milk
straight from the carton, when Joey crept out of their
bedroom and walked in the kitchen.

I turned and looked at him and almost choked on my milk. He
was wearing nothing but a pair of the briefest of grey
briefs. He had smooth white skin and bright pink nipples. He
punched me on the shoulder and reached around me, pulling a
beer out of the fridge, then leaned against the counter and
cracked it open.

"Your sister's asleep," he said, and took a gulp from the
can. I looked down at the bulge in his drawers. It looked
conspicuously fat. Something told me that he'd been trying to
get his fuck on but she wasn't having it. He drank his beer,
absently running his hand down his body. Then I noticed he
was looking at me and had caught me staring.

He gave me a smirk, which made my heart race. It seemed to
suggest that he knew what I was thinking, and furthermore,
that he didn't mind. Part of me wanted to run back to the
couch; but he kept me there, chatting away about this and
that.

We talked in low tones, lit only by the light of the TV in
the next room. He was totally putting himself on display for
me. Eventually I relaxed and took the bait. Leaning back
against the fridge, I unabashedly stared at his body, taking
in the bulge in his underwear. He kept cupping and pulling at
it in an offhand way, and though I couldn't be sure, it
seemed to be changing its size and shape, swelling and then
receding. He even tweaked his nipples a couple times as he
ran his hand over his chest.

We seemed to stand there forever. My own dick remained
steadily swollen, just shy of an actual erection. Juice was
leaking out of the tip and my balls were starting to ache. I
wondered where this was going. I wondered if it was just my
overactive imagination, and whether in a few minutes I would
be back on the couch alone, pounding my dick out of sheer
frustration before passing out.

Joey finished his beer and crushed it on the counter. I don't
even know what the fuck he was talking about, but as he spoke
he casually hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs,
pulling them down to reveal his thatch of brown pubes. That
was all it took for me. My fully hard cock was trapped
between my pelvis and my cargo shorts. I ran my hand along
it, still watching him, still listening to him.

He saw what I was doing and his eyes met mine.

"You horny?" he said.

"Yeah."

"Yeah me too," he said. In the next room, Judge Judy was
reaming somebody out on TV. The sound floated into the
kitchen and seemed to bisect into the reality of what was
happening. Joey's eyes darted away from my face and then back
again. For all the signals we'd given each other (and it only
became clear to me now that that was what we'd been doing),
he still seemed unsure, afraid of exposing himself. I found
that fairly irresistible, and I smiled to let him know it was
cool.

"You're gay, right?" he asked me.

"Yeah. Have you ever messed around with a guy?"

"Not really." I didn't ask what that meant, though I wondered
then and I wonder still.

"You're really hot," I said. Joey got closer to me. I touched
his sides, and he looked up at me with big blue eyes. I
leaned into him and our lips met. His were soft and inviting.
I slid my tongue into his mouth. His tongue wriggled against
mine. He pulled my head tight against his as we made out, our
bodies inching ever closer. His smooth chest made contact
with mine, and our bulges pressed together first gently, then
with increasing force. A loud commercial came on and popped
us back into reality.

"Holy shit," he said, pulling back from me.

"Fuck. We can't..." I started to say, but Joey stopped me.

"We can go out to my car."

"Okay," I said, my previous resistance making a quick retreat
into the background as I watched Joey slip on a pair of
sneakers, his hard dick still tenting out the front of his
briefs.

I put on my flip flops and we headed out the door, quietly
shutting it behind us. It was a damp but cool mid-summer
night, and the forest air was dank and green. Joey scuttled
down the stairs in nothing but his briefs and tennis shoes,
and I followed. His Cadillac--a rambling, maroon-colored
thing--was parked right in front of the house. We went in
through the driver's side door, and I crawled into the vast
back seat. Joey shut the door behind him, being careful not
to do it loudly. Out here, in the middle of nowhere, you
could practically hear anything. And there was no sense in
taking chances when my sister was asleep not twenty yards
away.

I didn't have time to dwell on this though, because Joey
crawled right back on top of me and again pressed his body to
mine. We kissed with less inhibition now, our slight moans
suppressed inside the padded surfaces of the automobile.

I reached down and felt Joey's hard dick, pressed like a
steel pipe against his thigh. "Mmmm," he moaned into my
mouth, feeding me his tongue. I took my hand off his dick and
grabbed his ass, pressing him into me tighter. We couldn't
get close enough.

Joey rose and I leaned up to meet him. He aggressively pushed
me back down on to the seat, then sat up fully and ripped off
his shirt. I reached for his chest, tweaking his nipples and
running my hands along his smooth skin, tracing his treasure
trail to the waistband of his underwear. I tucked a finger
inside and Joey took in his breath. His pole was still
tenting out his undies, and a wet spot had formed where the
head of his cock met the fabric. I pulled down the elastic
and his cock popped out, bouncing up and down as if beckoning
me closer.

His dick was as pale and smooth as the rest of his body. It
was well proportioned and beautiful. I caressed the underside
of his cock with the tip of my finger, making Joey swoon. He
crushed his body back onto mine and we kissed some more, Joey
humping his naked dick against my clothed one.

He helped me to take my shirt off, then pulled off my shorts.
My hard dick slapped back against my flat stomach. I've got a
pretty big one, and Joey seemed fascinated by it. He wrapped
his hand around the base and felt it up, almost like he was
appraising it, or comparing it to his own. After a moment's
hesitation, he leaned down and slipped his lips around the
head. Holy shit did it feel good. He took it in his mouth
about halfway before sliding back up again. He was
inexperienced, for sure, but he really seemed to get off on
the effort, stroking his dick as he sucked mine. He got
overzealous and choked on it a couple of times, but never
gave up.

After a minute, I decided to give him his due. He sat back
and I got down in between his legs. I slid off his boxers,
taking in his whole package, including a nice set of balls
hanging in a pale fuzzy sack. His hard dick pulsed against
his stomach. I practically had to pry it up, it was so
fucking hard. A pearly drop of pre-cum rose from the tip, and
I tasted this first as I sunk his entire dick in my mouth.
Joey groaned. I kept my lips tight, blowing him like I knew
my sister (or any other woman, for that matter) never could.

Joey thrust his hips up to fuck my willing lips, spreading
open his thighs so I could feel his balls and the space
beneath them. His dick was leaking juice like drool from the
mouth of a baby. I licked at his taint, which really got him
going. He shouted out loud when the tip of my tongue flirted
with the slick rim of his butthole.

I delved into his ass and ate him out properly. He had a
beautiful hole, pink and moist, rimmed with hair. He lifted
up his legs as I ate out his quivering squinch. He tensed and
relaxed, making my tongue work hard against his tight pucker
before he unclenched and half of my tongue slid up his hot
butthole.

"Oh shit," Joey said. "Oh, fuck yeah. That's awesome." With
his hands he spread his ass cheeks wide, really letting his
self get into it. I licked up and down his crack, spearing my
tongue into his hole and giving him just what he wanted.

"That feels fucking incredible," Joey said as I broke away
from his ass. "I've never had a girl do that before."

"Most girls won't, I'd imagine." Joey watched me as I leaned
back and wiped my mouth.

"I want to fuck you," he said, fisting his dick.

"Alright. We can try." I wasn't used to getting fucked, but I
sure as hell wasn't going to turn him down. I wanted to
experience what my sister had been getting up until now.

"Hold on," Joey said, leaning up between the seats and
reaching into the glove box. He came back with a wrapped
condom and a smile on his face. "I always keep em handy."

"We're gonna need some lube I think." Joey rooted around in
the glove box some more. I pressed my finger to my asshole,
testing the waters. My dick throbbed and I thought, this is
gonna be good.

"Shit, I don't have anything for that. The condom is
pre-lubed, though."

"I don't care. I need your dick in me." I had on leg up on
the back of the seat and the other leg on the back of the
driver's seat, pressing harder against my exposed hole. Joey
looked down at me, and a wave of almost palpable desire
spread over his face. He took my ankles in his hands and
raised my ass up toward his face. Diving right in, he buried
his tongue into my pink hole, sloppily eating out my ass.

I nearly melted into the car seat. Joey's slick tongue made
mush out of my quivering hole. I wasn't sure if he'd ever
done it before, but it really seemed to get him going. By the
time he lowered my ass in preparation to mount me, his dick
was as red hot and hard as a fire poker. He wetted his finger
and pressed it against my butthole. I relaxed as he worked it
in. Keeping his eyes trained on me, he pressed more and more
of his finger inside, until he was knuckle-deep. I gasped. I
was so turned on, I felt like the slightest breeze over my
dick would make me cum.

Joey slid on the condom. Holding my leg in the air, he
pressed his dick to my ass, forcing pressure against the
tender entrance until, finally, the head popped inside.
Needing a moment to adjust, I put out my hand to keep him
from going further. Slowly, a warmth spread over me. Joey
slid more of himself inside, apparently unable to resist the
exquisite sensation of my tight ass wrapped around his cock.

"Fuck me," I said. "Give me all you got." He worked his hips
in tight, fluid motions, feeding his dick into my ass with
smooth and insistent strokes. I grabbed his furry ass and
pulled him into me, sinking his dick in to the hilt. He hit
his stride, fucking me like an animal, leaning forward and
mashing his lips and tongue against mine as his dick forced
itself inside.

"Let's do it from behind," Joey suggested, and I somehow
managed to turn over with his dick still in my ass. Joey kept
fucking me, barely missing a beat. I was lost in total lust
for this guy, my dick rock hard and bouncing against my
stomach. Joey really got into it then, slapping my ass as he
pounded into me. He reached down and grabbed on to my cock.
He gave it a few strokes and I felt my load rise up out of my
balls.

"Shit, Joey, you're gonna make me cum," I said. Joey just
gripped my dick harder and pumped away. "I'm gonna
blow...ah...fuck...ah." Ropes of cum spewed out of my dick
and landed all over his upholstery. Joey held on until I had
shot the last of my load, then he reared back, taking his
dick out of my ass. I heard the condom slid off his dick
wetly, and heard him grunt and groan as he gave a couple good
pulls on his dick.

"Fuck yeah...oh fuck...oh shit....fuck!" he shouted, as hot
jets of jizz splattered my back and my ass. Joey pressed his
dick down, running the drippy head all over my ass cheeks. I
could feel his load running down my sides, trailing all over
my skin. Joey rubbed it into me, then bent down and licked it
off of my back. I turned around and he shared his load with
me, the taste searing my tongue as we kissed, our spent
bodies lolling weakly against each other until he finally
collapsed on top of me.

I don't know how long we laid there, listening to the
crickets chirping out in the night air. I know it took us a
minute to register the sound of the front door slamming,
hard. There was only one thing that could mean. We both
looked up at the house in shock, and saw the kitchen light
was on.

"Oh fuck oh fuck. Holy shit. Do you think she saw us?" Joey
was scrambling to put his briefs on. I didn't say anything. I
knew she had seen us. My stomach had dropped out as soon as
I'd heard the door slam, and my ears still seemed to ring
with the dull, blank shock of it.

I followed Joey up the stairs to the front door. The lights
were on and she had locked us out. Joey begged and pleaded to
my sister inside, who said nothing. I knew it was only a
matter of time before she called the cops or tried to kill
us. I sat on the stoop with my head in my hands, blearily
aware that--whether I liked it or not--my life had just
gotten a swift kick in the nuts. Things were bound to change
now, in one way or another, for better or for worse.

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