Date: Thu, 10 Nov 2005 13:17:52 -0500
From: Ronald Mason <nymagic@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Sisters Boyfriend    PART II.

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Title:  "My Sister's Boyfriend"  Part II.

A quick review. My sister Amy has a new boyfriend Bruce.
He is spending the weekend at our house. Even though
I was straight I plotted his seduction using the showing
on internet porn. We both got so horny that we ended
up messing around most of Friday night. (see part I
for details). Now its Saturday.

I woke the next morning to an empty bed. I looked over the
room. It had been cleaned. No towels, no cum soaked boxers
or PJ's. No evidence that anything out of the ordinary had
happened last night. It did happen didn't it?

Yeah, I know it happened. No one can dream that good. But
what if Bruce was having morning after guilt. I suddenly
felt a bit scared. I dressed quickly, not even showering,
and hurried down stairs. They were all seated at the
table. My Dad, Mom, Amy and Bruce.

Mom  "Good morning sleepy head."

Me   "Morning"

Several Voices "Morning"

I wasn't sure if Bruce said it or not. Was I getting
paranoid. There was an empty seat between Bruce and
my dad. I sat down. My mother put a plate of food in
front of me, and a cup of coffee.

Amy:  "We'll be heading out early. We should be back
      around five."

Mom:  "OK, Dinner will be at 6."

Amy and Bruce got up and left the kitchen. Bruce hadn't
even looked at me. By the time I finished my breakfast
they had readied and gone. I was left alone for the day
to suffer my own fears.

I took a long warm shower with my eyes closed envisioning
Bruce and I together, laying in bed together, walking
in a park together, holding each other, laughing together.
It wasn't erotic it was passionate. I was experiencing
feelings I had not experienced before and I wasn't sure
exactly what it all meant.

I spent the day walking, down to the park, down to mall,
around the city center. I just wanted to be by myself,
not very normal for a guy who thrived on fans screaming
at each basket or steal, or pass that I made on the court.
Not normal for a guy who is used to all the attention in
the corridors, cafeteria and parties.

I was enjoying the sun, the quiet of strangers, the
peace of anonymity. Something inside me was changing
or growing. I didn't understand it yet, but I also
knew that is wasn't sexual.

I returned home well after 5. Bruce was sitting on the
steps outside the house. I walked up to steps.

Bruce:  "Shawn, can I talk to you for a minute."

Me:  "Sure."

Bruce got up and headed down the walk. I followed.

Bruce:  "I've been thinking about last night."

Long pause

Bruce:  "It was different."

Me:     "Yeah, it was."

Bruce:  "You know I knew all about you before I met you.
         I've watched you play a dozen times. I've heard
         everybody talking about you. You have a wild rep."

I couldn't quite figure where he was going with this. My
stomach started turning over.

Bruce:   "I guess it was like, hero worship. I was
         so nervous to meet you. I wanted you to like me
         and I wanted to be like you."

Me:   You were nervous meeting?

Bruce:  "Yeah, So, I don't think what we did was bad or
        anything. I think it was just guys who, maybe, who
        liked each other, maybe, just kind of, you know,
        playing, you know"

Me:     "OK"

We had u-turned and were heading back to the house.

Bruce:  "It was fun. It's a night I'll never forget. But
        last night was last night. I hope we can be
        friends. I want us to be friends."

Oh my God, the I want to be your friend speech. Was this
a Nickolodean movie. We were back at the house. Amy came
out of the house to meet us.

Amy:   "So what were you guys talking about."

Bruce:  "You. What else. No actually I was telling Shawn
        how much I admired him. I love to watch him play,
        um, basketball."

We went inside. Supper was ready. We all ate together. Bruce
and Amy clowned around during supper. Everybody seemed to be
at their best. As for me, I was a bit depressed although I
had no right to be. After all it was just my first time and
it exceeded my wildest expectations. I had a new experience.
I got closer to someone than I had ever been before. But
there was an emptiness. I knew there was more. At
least I finally knew there was more.

The night was a boring night watching TV. I wish I had
made plans but actually I was tired from walking maybe
tens miles that day. At 10 o'clock I made my excuses and
went to bed. I undressed alone and crawled into my bed
and fell asleep.

A noise woke me. My clock said it was 11:20. The room light
was on. I looked over my shoulder. It was just Bruce.

Bruce:  "Sorry. I'm going to sleep on the sofa, this bed
        (the rollaway) sucks."

Me: "No problem. Good night."

Bruce crept out of the room with his blanket. I pulled mine
over my head and drifted off to sleep.

Much later, a Voice in the dark:  "Hey."

I opened my eyes but I couldn't see much because the light
was off.

Me:  "Huh"

Bruce:  "The sofa sucks. Can we share the bed?"

Me:  "Yeah."

I didn't even feel Bruce climb into the bed. I fell
back to sleep.

The morning light hit my eyes. The side of Bruce's head was in
front of me, he was lying on his back. I was lying on my side
leaning against him. My arm was draped over his chest. My hand
covered his distant breast. I didn't move. I enjoyed the
moment. His skin felt so fine and warm. His chest was an awesome
sight. His face looked so soft and smooth. His lips
looked, well, very tempting.

I moved my hand just a little so that my finger tips were on his
nipple. With the lightest touch possible i felt his nipple.
Bruce giggled. I looked up at his face. His eyes were closed
but his mouth showed a smile. He was feigning sleep. I ran my
finger tip around and around his nipple. I couldn't get another
giggle out of him, but as looked him over I could it was having
a different effect. The sheet covering the lower part of his
body had a newly formed mountain peak.

I found this amusing and decided to try a bit of teasing to
see what Bruce would do. I moved my face to the
nipple closest to me and licked it. Bruce didn't move. I licked
it again. He still didn't move. I rested my lips on his nipple
and gently sucked. I could hear Bruce's breathing getting a bit
louder. I wondered just how far he would allow me go.

I took my lips off his nipple and kissed a spot closer to the
middle of his chest. Then I kissed the center of his chest. My
hand, that still rested on his far side could feel his heart
beating faster than normal.

I kissed upward toward his throat and another kiss just below
his adam's apple. Bruce turned his face away from me. Was he
trying to avoid a kiss on the lips or was he offering me his
neck? It only took a second to find out. I kissed him on his
neck.

Bruce:  "Shawn"

It was almost a gasp. I licked his neck, a long sloppy lick
and then placed another very gentle kiss on the now wet
skin. Bruce's right arm came up behind me and slid across my
back. This gave me renewed courage to keep going.

I had to stretch my body slightly so I could reach his cheek.
I kissed it. Bruce turned his face back to me. His eyes
were still closed. He looked so beautiful. Can a guy look
beautiful? At that moment he did.

Those lips. I had to. I just had to. I licked across his top lip.
Then I licked his bottom lip. His mouth opened slightly. I
pressed my lips against his.

His other arm came up and slid onto my back. His arms started to
tighten and he pulled our bodies together. He started kissing
me back. Our tongues met. Bruce moaned. I moaned.

His hands massaged my back and moved down to my lower back.
In his grip I couldn't do much except hold onto his face and
continued to lock our mouths together.

His hands slipped under the waist band of my shorts and down
my ass cheeks. He cupped my ass cheeks. I drove my cock
hard into his hips and rubbed it a few times. I could feel
my own wetness in my shorts.

We broke the kiss and my face fell to the pillow, the sides of
our faces touching. We were both panting trying to catch our
breaths. We rested for a few.

Then Bruce grabbed hard at my butt cheeks.

Me:  "Hey."

He was just clowning.

Bruce: "Do you know that I haven't even seen your butt?"

Me:  "Huh."

He was right. We had spent so much time exploring the front
of our bodies that we hadn't even checked out each others
back side.

I pushed of the sheet, stood up, pushed down my boxers
and kicked them off. Bruce looked up at what was now a semi.
I looked at the front of Bruce's short. His dick was sticking
out but it had softened a bit as well.

Me:  "Are you ready?"

I turned around and wiggled my ass. Then stood there.

Me:  "Well."

Bruce:  "Nice, very nice."

I turned around. Bruce's cock was growing back to full mast.

Me:  "I haven't seen your ass either."

Bruce raised up the middle of his body and carefully lowered
his shorts. He sat up and kicked them off. He rolled over
onto his stomach and spread his legs.

Up to that point, I had thought his cock was the most beautiful
thing I had ever seen but his ass was gorgeous. (can a guy say
that about another guys ass?) Two healthy smooth hairless buns.
Now my cock was back full.

I lowered myself back to the bed. I put a hand on one of his
cheeks and slid all over the mound. The flesh was soft but
the mound was firm. I moved my hand to his other cheek and
felt all around. I then swept my hand to the top of his cheek
across his lower back and then down the other cheek. It was
like examining the texture of a piece of art.

I moved my hand to his ass crack and slid my fingers along
the crevice up and down. Bruce didn't move the whole time.

I leaned over and gently kissed a cheek. I moved over
a bit and kissed the other. At that moment I was in a world
of my own. My actions were instinctive not planned. My face
moved to his crack. I licked from the middle of his ass to
the top. I licked it again. I moved my body between Bruce's
legs and down the bed so his ass was more directly in front
of my face. This time I licked from the middle down his crack
and then back up. I licked down again this time to his hole
and then licked back up.

Bruce (gasping): "What are you doing."

I couldn't believe what I was doing and thinking about doing.
I had heard of rimming but never thought I'd do something
like that.

I licked down again and this time stopped at his hole and licked
around it.

Bruce: "Geez Shawn."

I lapped at the hole a few times. Bruce squirmed a little.
I placed my tongue at the entrance and pressed in a little.
His hole opened slightly and allowed my tongue to enter.

Bruce: "Shawn"

I eased my tongue out and then back in, this time further.
I licked around inside.

Bruce: "No"

I pulled out my tongue and whispered.

Me: "Do you want me to stop."

Bruce: "No"

I thought for a second then sucked in my index finger
and slobbered on it. I pulled my finger out of my mouth
and placed it against Bruce's hole. I eased it in. I watched
in fascination as it disappeared inside.

Bruce: "Uh"

I slid my finger in and out several times before it was
suddenly pulled from his hole as Bruce flipped over onto
his back. He grabbed his shaft and started to pump. I
reached between his legs, below his balls and found his
hole. I worked my finger back in and started to work it
in and out.

Bruce: "Oh my God."

Bruce arched his back high off the bed as gobs of cum
started to shoot out of cock. The first shot landed on
his face just above his mouth, the second made it all
the way over his forehead to his hair. The next one
landed on his face again, then his chest, then his stomach,
then it oozed all over his hand. His back lowered to the
bed as he continued to stroke until the oozing stopped. I
could see a trail of cum glistening up and down the center
of his whole body.

With my free hand I spread the cum around his body, coating his
whole stomach and his chest.

Bruce: "You bastard. What did you do."

I just smiled and continued to massage his cum into his skin.

Bruce closed his eyes and laid still. I wish I had a camera.
I loved his body. I loved his face. I loved Bruce. I left
for the bathroom and returned with a washcloth warmly wet.
I washed his chest, his stomach, his balls and of course his
cock.

Bruce finally opened his eyes. He looked at me so warmly.
He rolled on his side and placed his hand on my chest. He
rubbed my chest, and then he moved his hand down to my
stomach. He continued on to my slumbering dick. He gently
fondled my cock and brought it back to life.

He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. He pulled back
a bit and looked deep into my eyes.

Bruce: "What about you."

Me:  "What about me."

Bruce:  "I know what you want."

Bruce rolled onto his stomach and spread his legs.

Me:  "Uh, do you, I, I can"

Bruce:  "Its OK, go ahead."

I wasn't sure, I wasn't sure I even new how. Could I?
Should I?

Bruce:  "Do you have anything like lotion."

Me:  "Yeah"

I reached over to my bureau for a plastic bottle of skin
care cream. It was all I had. I hadn't planned for this.

Bruce:  "Use your fingers first."

Me:  "Have you done this before?"

Bruce:  "No, but it makes sense. Loosen it up first."

I knelt between Bruce's legs, put some lotion on my
finger and let it gently ease into Bruce asshole.
I slid it in and out a few times.

Bruce:  "Use two fingers."

I applied more lotion, this time to two fingers. I slid
them into Bruce's hole.

Bruce:  "Yeah"

Me:  "You're enjoying this?"

Bruce:  "Yeah"

I worked my fingers all the way in and out.

Bruce:  "OK, go ahead."

I applied lotion to my dick, it throbbed almost out
of control. I moved forward and pressed my cock against
his crack. I slid it up and down. I heard load moaning.
It was me.

I slid my cock head down his crack and stopped at his
hole. I pushed forward a bit. Nothing happened. I was
really concerned about hurting Bruce but he encourage
me to go on.

Bruce:  "Go ahead."

Bruce's moved his ass around as I pushed a little more.
The tip started to enter. I was mesmerized by the site
of my dick head entering his hole.

Bruce:  "Uhhhhh, keep going."

I pressed a bit harder and watched as Bruce's asshole
closed around my corona. My shaft started then started
to sink into his hole. My whole body tingled. I pressed
in as far as I could go.

Bruce:  "Oh, Shawn"

I don't know if Bruce realized how important his words were
to me. Somehow they strengthened me. They touched me deeply.
This was no longer sex for me, we were making love. The
feelings were inside and out, although right now the feelings
outside were getting pretty intense.

I pulled my shaft out. I meant to stop at the rim of my head
but my cock popped out. I placed it back to his entrance and
pressed in again. My head slipped in easier this time. I
pressed to the limit and stopped. I savored the moment, my
cock buried deep inside of Bruce. The urge to continue took over.
I started to slide in and out, my whole body was on fire.
I got a nice rhythm going. My body was in automatic mode.
I could feel things starting to build inside my body. I began
to pump feverishly. The feelings grew and finally went over the
edge. It was mind blowing. I pumped my seed into Bruce over and
over. I was a part of him. He was a part of me.

I didn't want it to stop. My back was arched and I was thrusting
with my whole body. Sweat flowed down and off my body and onto
Bruce.

The pace slowed. The bursts began to subside. I slowed my
thrust but I didn't stop. I could feel my cock begin to soften.
I pumped slower and slower and then I just collapsed onto his
back my cock still inside.

We laid there forever, and then I moved a bit to get more
comfortable and my dick head plopped out of his ass.
I rolled off and then onto my stomach. We lay side by side.
Looking Face to face. We looked into each others eyes. There
was happiness and contentment. What else does a man need.
Sleep overtook us.

Some time later I woke to sound of someone knocking at my door.
Did Bruce lock the door when he came in last night? I leaped
from the bed and rushed the door.

End of Part II. Coming soon, the final chapter.