Date: Mon, 13 Mar 2006 20:53:12 -0800 (PST)
From: John Black <blackhunk33@yahoo.com>
Subject: Future Brother-in-Law

	I don't wish to denigrate my younger sister, but she's had more
dick in her than the urinals at Grand Central Station.  That's not spiteful
of me.  Well, perhaps jealous.  But, it is truthful.  She's been taking
dick since she was 14.  Carolyn has always liked black men because she
likes to keep it all in the "family" and because she says that black men
are better in bed and bigger hung.

       I couldn't agree more.  As a black male, I've found her observations
to be generally true, although there have been some glaring `white boi'
exceptions which I still fondly remember.

	What she doesn't know and I'll never tell her is that I've bedded
nearly every one of her boyfriends.  Most of them were into me for the
novelty of it all, but a few wanted several repeat performances.  I was
good for that!

	Carolyn is two years younger than I am.  At the ripe old age of 21,
I've gotten a reputation as a good fuck among the other guys on my
football, basketball, and track teams in high school.  My "round heels"
were probably the worst kept secret there.  I'm 6'2", 200 muscular pounds
with a killer ass and a thick, long dick (about 8" long and 6" around), and
I'm an unabashed bottom.  That's not to say that I don't like to fuck a hot
butt occasionally, but I prefer his big dick in my ass, not vice versa.  My
standard has always been that if the guy has a dick bigger than mine, I'm
his bottom for as long as he wants to pound my bootay.  If he's smaller
hung, I'll think about going for bottom.  That means, he's gotta have some
other qualities that I like in order for me to give it up.  Otherwise, he
gets my dick in his ass.

	In college, I found that my horizons expanded.  My athletic prowess
didn't hit the high standard required to be on the college teams, but
pick-up games were everywhere.  I found a lot of hot tail and hard dick in
that mixed group of muscled bodies, and I used them for my sexual pleasures
and theirs.

	But, with Carolyn's boyfriends or fuck partners (I never could tell
the difference), most of them wanted to do no more than play around with
me, nothing more than suck some dick.  They were generally as straight as a
male human can get, but still had a curious side to them.  It helped that I
had a killer body and was on the first team in each of the sports I'd tried
out for in high school.  My first two years in college made me even more
attractive to her high school studs.  Somehow, it never occurred to them
that they were engaging in gay sex.  They were only "helpin' out a friend"
as they'd say.

	These guys would come over to spend the evening with Carolyn,
hoping to score some tail. But, Momma was more than strict about
cohabitating under her roof: no opposite sex persons in the same room
without a chaperone.  That included watching TV, eating, and sleeping.  If
they wanted to spend the night, Carolyn's current boyfriend had to sleep in
my room.  As I had only a full size bed in my room, they slept very close
to me.

       Most of her boyfriends, I already knew from school.  I'd seen them
in the locker room, so I knew what they were packin'.  But, when she'd gone
away to college and brought home a new boyfriend, I had nothing to go on.
It would be new for both of us.

	Carolyn brought no one home her freshman year.  But, when she was
home on semester, spring, or summer breaks, she always had the men buzzing
around her and I'd get laid pretty regularly.  But, it was Christmas break
of her sophomore year (when I was nearly 22) that she brought home her
fiance.  He was going to stay the entire two weeks.

	Knowing Carolyn as well as I do, I know he was dipping his wick in
her on a daily basis if not more often.  I had to admire her taste in men.
This guy was a keeper: tall, good-looking, muscular, black, and oozed
sexuality.  This nigga was HOT!  The first time I saw him without clothes I
thought I'd died and gone to gay heaven.  Not only did he have an
incredible body, but his dick was long, heavy, and hungry.  I'd seen him
checking me out, but I thought it was because he knew he'd have to get my
approval to marry my sister.  That was something Carolyn and I had
discussed from the time we were in grade school.  Even later when she knew
I was gay, she insisted that I had to get her permission to have a special
boyfriend.

	Jerome (her fiance) was a senior too, but majoring in engineering.
This man was no dummy!  My major was business (less brain power required).
He was charming to Momma, friendly and inclusive with me (being close to
equals in age and stature), and crazy about my sister.  You could see it in
his eyes when he looked at her.  I had no idea if he knew about her past
liaisons with men, but I'm sure he wasn't Snow White himself.  It wasn't my
place to spill the beans about either of them.

	Our first night in bed, Jerome and I talked a lot about what he had
in mind for his future and some thoughts from me about what I wanted to do
with my life.  When we went to sleep, it had to be at least midnight.
Within minutes, Jerome was asleep.  Unable to resist, I had to feel his
dick.  It was as substantial as it had looked when he'd taken his shorts
off to get into bed with me.  I held it in my hand and squeezed gently.  It
began to expand!

	My full size bed wasn't very big for two big guys like us.  Jerome
was about my height, but I think he may have packed on another 15 to 20
pounds of muscle.  My muscles were from pick-up games.  This dude obviously
hit the gym regularly.  He'd fallen asleep on his side (facing me).  I'd
been lying on my side (facing away from him) when he'd dozed off.  Each
time I touched his dick, it would jerk and grow.  In less than a minute, he
was at full hardness.  I couldn't see it, but it felt like he was bigger
than me.  Already my ass was twitching at the prospect.

	I wriggled in closer to him, pushing my ass against his throbbing
dick.  The head was wet with precum.  Leaning over to my nightstand, I
extracted a small bottle of lube and pumped out a goodly amount.  After
applying it generously to my back door, I gently smeared the rest on his
manhood.  I backed up slowly, holding his dick in my hand while relaxing my
ass to admit him.  Squeezing the bloated head of his dick to make it
smaller and easier to force up my ass, I felt him enter me.  I sighed with
pleasure while moving my hand out of the way.

	Jerome's fat dickhead quickly expanded back to full size, spreading
my ass tunnel delightfully.  My full butt cheeks rested against his abs and
quads, speared on his throbbing fuck post.  He stirred briefly,
straightening his body and thrusting several more inches up my hungry ass.
His big, left arm moved over my body and draped across my chest.  I could
feel his hot breath on the back of my neck.

	Squeezing gently with my experienced ass muscles, I began to chew
and suck on his monster dick.  Soon, he'd wake up and I'd have a lot of
explaining to do; perhaps, not.  This wasn't the first time I'd pulled this
maneuver.  My track record was about 50/50 in getting the guy's load in my
ass.

	My hips moved back and forth slowly.  The friction on his dick was
causing his dick to swell more profoundly in my hole.  This felt so good!
I tried to keep an even pace (like a boat rocking), thinking that might
keep him asleep.  However, my rhythm got off somehow.  Oh!  He's fucking
me!  Yeah, he's awake and loving it, or he's still asleep and doing this
automatically.  The latter was doubtful in the extreme.

	I moved my left hand behind us, pulling him more forcefully into
his thrusts.  He flexed and shoved forward, planting his hot dick as far up
my ass as his length could go.

	"You have a hot ass," Jerome whispered in my ear.  I moaned
appreciatively.  "Wanna try another position?"

	"Yeah!  Whatcha like?"

	"All of them," he replied in a thick voice.  "And I really wanna
cum in your ass, Robert," he added.  "You okay with bareback?"

	"If you're negative, I sure am."

	"I'm negative," he assured me.  "I couldn't get my dick in your
sister, otherwise.  She made me get tested just before we left school for
Christmas, again."

	"And what about Carolyn?  Your dick in my ass says you at least
play both sides of the fence."

	"It's a long story," Jerome sighed.  We'd changed our positions now
so that I was on all fours, getting ready to take him doggie style.  "Gawd,
you gotta beautiful ass," Jerome whispered.  Slowly, deliberately, he
pushed forward.  I could feel his hot breath against my neck as his fat
dick slid home.  "You've done this before," he murmured into my ear.

	"A few times," I lied.  "But, you're my first this week," I
giggled.  Today was Sunday.

	"But, not your last, Robert," he promised.  "I have two more weeks
with us in bed together."

	"What makes you think you can have me every night that you're
here?" I asked pushing my ass back into his long, deep thrusts.

	"Because, I don't think your momma will allow Carolyn and I any
time together without someone with us," Jerome stated.  "She was very clear
on that."

	"I guess I'll have to take care of your needs in the meantime," I
sighed.  "It wouldn't be gracious of me as your host to deny your needs."

	"You have no idea how much I need this," Jerome moaned increasing
his speed.  His hands on my hips pulled me hard against each thrust.  "I
hate wearing condoms like I do with Carolyn."

	"I thought you said you were negative!"

	"I am!  But, she doesn't wanna get pregnant."

	"Carolyn's on the pill," I explained as if he didn't know.

	"I know, but the pill isn't 100% effective," Jerome replied.  "One
of Carolyn's girlfriends got knocked up and she was on the pill, too."

	"I guess we don't have that problem, do we?" I grinned over my
back, looking into his brown, bedroom eyes.

	He didn't answer my question, but continued building up speed.  The
faster he pounded my ass, the more I moved back into his thrusts.  He felt
great in my ass.  I hadn't had a dick that size in me in a month.  I'd
scored with one of my intramural teammates in late November after a
practice game.  He has a solid 9" dick and knows how to use it.  But, he
also has a flock of girls that he beds regularly.  I must have gotten him
on the rebound from one of them.  I got a load out of him in the showers
after practice and two more at his frat house after dinner.  Unfortunately,
only one of them went up my ass.  I haven't bedded him since.

	"Gonna cum," he stage whispered.  "Can't hold back!  Want me to
pull out?"

	"Fuck, NO!" I instantly answered and squeezed his dick even harder.
I felt his dick swell hugely inside me.  Warmth spread deeply in me.  Each
time he squirted more jizz into me, I felt it.  I was close to blowing my
load, too, but I had other ideas where my cream should go.  He pounded and
pumped me, thrusting hard and hungrily into my ass.

	Finally back in control, Jerome sighed, "Carolyn never lets me fuck
that hard or that deep.  She says it hurts to be hammered by a long dick."

	"That's why men are better."

	"Don't I know it."

	"Sounds like the voice of experience," I said as he tried to pull
out.  "No, don't pull out, I like it this way."  I squeezed him hard and
pulled him down to the bed with me.  My hard dick slid along the sheet,
finally crushed between my abs and the sheet.

	"You've got the best ass I've ever had," Jerome praised.

	"Again, the voice of experience."

	"Yeah, I've had some experience."

	"And?"

	"Well, I'm a senior, I'm graduating next spring.  Maybe, I got
senior panic."

	"Meaning?"

	"It's expected of me to get married."

	"By whom?"

	"Everyone!  You know: family, church, friends, and the whole guilt
trip."

	`Well, I don't know, because I'm gay and I don't give a fuck who
cares.  And I'm sure as shit NOT getting married, except maybe to another
man!"

	"If only...," he sighed.

	"Whaddaya mean?"

	"It's just not that simple."

	"Why isn't it?  Besides, is this being fair to Carolyn; or any
other woman for that matter?" I pressed.  I didn't get an answer.  I
decided to try another way.  "How long you been dickin' around with men?"

	"Since high school."

	"So, you weren't just experimenting?"

	"At first, I thought it was a phase or such bullshit.  But, I
really liked it, a LOT!"

	"So?"

	"So, I'll just repress it and get married."

	"Now, THAT'S bullshit!"

	"Why!" Jerome bristled.

	"Because, you can't turn gay on and off, Jerome," I sighed.  "You
are what you are.  It's certainly not fair to the woman you marry, any
children you have, and your own mental health.  Besides, you're a great
fuck.  Why hide your talents away?"

	"But, the family, the church, my engineering colleagues will all
think I'm a fag," Jerome protested.  "I wanna settle down, raise a
family..."

	"You ARE a fag, but you don't have to buy into their bigotry about
being gay, Man!" I insisted cutting him off.

	"How do you know I'm a fag?" Jerome sputtered.  "I fuck women!"

	"Okay, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt right now.  You could
be bisexual," I said as calmly as I could, "but, face facts, Man.  You love
getting it on with men!"

	"You're a hot guy," he said.  "Anyone would wanna get it on with
you."

	"Thanks, Jerome, but you're missing the point."  By now, I was
exasperated with him.  Dodging the obvious was so easy for him.  He needed
a wake-up call.

	"And that is?"

	"You think that being with a man is jumping from bed to bed,
nothing permanent, nothing solid.  Right?" I pressed.  He nodded.  "Okay,
that's bullshit.  That may be your experience to date and what you see on
TV with shows like `Will and Grace'.  But, that's not what real gay men do.
They live just like the rest of the world.  They got cars, houses, straight
friends; they shop at the grocery store, they got jobs, pay their taxes,
participate in the community, some even have kids."

	"What about you?" Jerome challenged.  "You got someone you're tight
with?"

	"Man, I'm only 21. Give me a few more years," I insisted.  "You're
nearly 22 and you aren't partnered up, either."

	"I've been looking," he deflected.

	"In all the wrong places," I pushed back.  "Carolyn is a great
person and I want to see her marry the man of her dreams.  I'm not saying
you're not it.  I'm saying you got way too much gay baggage to do right by
both of you."

	"You gonna tell her?"

	"Tell her that you're gay?"  He nodded.  "She's not stupid, she'll
figure it out.  Her brother is gay; ME!  She knows the signs.  But, you've
probably been really good to her, being kind, considerate, and gentlemanly.
That's always very attractive to women.  Besides, you gotta big dick," I
grinned.

	He laughed softly with me.  "Man, I'm so confused by this.  I hear
what you're sayin', but I've got all this stuff running through my head
about family and such.  I'd hate to disappoint them so badly."

	"You can't live the life they expect you to live.  You have to live
YOUR life, Jerome," I said, leaning in and kissing him gently on the lips.
"I don't mean to challenge your manhood, Man, but you gotta see the
obvious."  He stared at me like I'd been speaking a foreign language.
"Look, let me ask you something.  When you kiss a woman like this (I leaned
in and kissed him again, gently but with some sizzle), what happens to you
physically?  Does your heart race, does your dick stiffen, do you want more
every time you do that?  Ever had `failure to perform' with women?"  He
looked away.  "How many times have you had failures with guys?  How many
times have you not responded in kind when you were kissing and hugging a
guy in a sexual way?"  Again, he looked away.  "You see what I'm sayin',
Jerome.  Your body knows what you want; it's those bad tapes in your head
that you keep playing that other people have put in there that are fuckin'
you up.  That's not you, Jerome."

	"But, what about Carolyn?" he whimpered.  "She'll hate me for
dumpin' her."

	"She'll hate you more if you married her and a few years later
dumped her; or even worse, were doin' the down-low thing while married.
Besides, she's not gonna hate you.  She'll be disappointed, of course.
You're a fine catch, but she'll understand eventually.  I'll even help you
if you want."

	"Man, this is comin' at me too fast," Jerome sighed on the verge of
breaking down.

	"I know, Baby, I know," I said soothingly with my arms around him.
I pulled him into me and stroked his muscular back, doing the best I could
to comfort him.  I could feel his body shake with soft sobbing.  Being
confronted with your true self isn't easy for anyone.  I couldn't believe I
was being his emotional pillar and tour guide for how to be gay.  I'm only
21!  But, it also served to make me see that fuckin' around with a new man
every few days was pretty self-destructive too.

	"What'll I do?" he wailed quietly.

	"Do the right thing, Jerome," I finally said.  "You don't have to
do it tomorrow or next week, or even next month, but you do have to deal
with it, Man."

	"The first and biggest hurdle is Carolyn," he sighed.  "How am I
gonna tell her?"

	"Tell her the truth," I explained.  "She can take it.  But, I
wouldn't just blurt it out.  That's hurtful and unnecessary.  You're a
charmer, Man.  Use your charms on her.  Make sure she understands the
problem is not hers, but yours.  Tell her that you just aren't ready for
marriage, whatever seems right.  She'll try to get you to explain and
she'll deserve an answer.  You can't just walk away from this with a lame
excuse.  If you do tell her the real truth, don't even think of involving
me in this.  She'll instantly think that I've recruited you!" I laughed.

	"You have!" he smiled and kissed me again.

	"I did not!  I only helped you look more deeply into who you really
are.  The fact that we've had incredible sex is between us, no one else,
including my sister."

	As I'd been talking, he'd been feeling my hard dick in his hands,
jacking me slowly, and smearing my precum around the big head.  "You wanna
fuck me, Robert?" he finally asked.

	"Of course, Jerome.  You're an incredibly hot man with a hella hot
ass!"  Jerome slid lower in the bed, kissing my neck, nipples and abs
before his tongue began to lap at my throbbing dick.  He rolled me on to my
back and swung his leg over my head.

	"Eat my ass, Baby!" he urged.  "Get me opened up for this monster."

	I licked his dick first, sampling cum that he'd shot up my ass a
little while before.  His dick was already hard again.  We made desperate,
muffled, moaning noises as he sucked my hard dick and I munched on his
asshole, and spread his ass lips with my fingers and wet tongue.  His ass
was a little ripe, but I liked it that way, making a total sex pig of
myself on his butt pucker.

	Jerome spun about, applied lube, and sat cautiously on my dick.  "I
haven't had a dick in my ass for months and not one this big in more than a
year," he moaned as three inches of my manhood slipped inside him.  "Damn,
you're big!" he groaned.  He pulled away slightly, and then forced his ass
lower, swallowing another three inches of dick.  "You're negative right?"
he asked.

	"Yep," I confirmed.  "I'd never fuck anyone bareback if I weren't.
That's just plain dishonest!"

	"I sure do want your load, but only if it's negative."

	"You wanna put a raincoat on it anyway?"

	"No, I trust you, Robert."  His hard butt cheeks were now resting
on my lower abs.  His internal muscles massaged my big dick mercilessly.

	"You keep that up and I'll cum too fast," I warned.

	"I'm sure there's more where this load's coming from," he smiled
down at me.  I thrust up hard into him, making sure he got the thick root
of my manhood to spread him more.  "Fuck!  You ARE big!" he groaned again.
He leaned over and kissed me hard.  "Fuck my ass, Man!  Pound me!"

	I pushed up hard into him.  My dick pulled back, leaving in only
the head, and then rocketed deeply once more.  "Yeah, tight fuckin' ass,
Man!" I whispered hoarsely.  "Gonna nut hard in that black ass of yours,
Nigga!"

	"Give it to me!  Knock my black ass up!" he begged.  He ground his
dick into my abs again as I thrust faster and faster upwards.  "Fuck me!"
he roared, jacking his dick furiously while we kissed savagely.  Suddenly,
his torso pulled away from me.  Cum dribbled from his dickhead, then
sprayed in a jet stream up to my chin and splashed across my chest.  His
ass tightened around my pistoning dick as he blasted more cum across my
chest.

	I fired hard, then, again and again, my dick rocketing up his ass
and spraying thick, creamy ropes of man seed inside him.  I hadn't cum this
hard inside another man since the beginning of the semester.  It was the
first time I'd plowed another man's furrow bareback since last summer.  I
was sure I hadn't shot this much semen in a very long time.  My entire body
shook as climax waves crashed over me, shattering my composure.

	Jerome stirred his guts with my hard stick up his butt, riding the
pleasure waves to the very last.  "Best fuck I've ever had," he breathed
raggedly.  "I hardly ever get fucked," he grinned looking down at me.
"But, big dicks like yours makes me wanna bottom for hours."

	"A bigger dick like yours makes me sure I wanna take another load,
and real soon," I volunteered.  "This is gonna be a great two weeks!"

	"For us, perhaps," Robert signed pulling away from my thick dick in
his ass, "but Carolyn is gonna be real pissed."

	Lord, was she!  He waited until the semester and finals were over
in January.  Then, he told her.  Oh, Man, did she lose it!  You know how
black women can get shrill and in your face!  She was all over his ass.

       How dare he string her along and ask her to marry him!  How dare he
presume to take her to bed and make promises of matrimony and then dump her
like an old shoe?  She was totally pissed.  He never did tell her the real
reason.  He stuck to his guns and said that he wasn't ready for marriage.
He wanted to be friends.  Well, that set her off again!  That tirade lasted
another 30 minutes before she finally stormed out of his frat house and
threw his ring at him.  She brained him with it and left a nasty welt on
his forehead.

	He never did tell her that he was gay, nor did I.  Carolyn did ask
me if I thought he was gay.  I told her it wasn't my place to say.  She was
suspicious as hell, but couldn't prove a thing.  She never came right out
and accused me of diddlin' with him, but I could see the change in her
demeanor toward me.

	However, she eventually got over it and found some other guy to
play house with.  She found him cheating on her, so she threw his ass out
of their house too.  Luckily they hadn't gotten married yet.  "Men are
pigs!" she said to anyone who would listen.

       "Yeah, little sister, and that's because women are sows," I said
right back at her.  She'd found a couple of men who'd "done her wrong".
That doesn't make all men bad.  Perhaps, the fault lay with her.  Of
course, she wasn't about to agree to THAT!

       I graduated and moved out of the house, found a good job, and my own
apartment nearly 1,000 miles away.

	Jerome graduated, too.  He's living with me (or more correctly I'm
living with him).  He's the one who found the great apartment for us to
share.  Carolyn still doesn't know.  Jerome and I still have our issues to
work through like any couple (gay or straight).  But, the sex is better
than ever.  If you don't have good sex, why are you together?


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