With His Wife's Brother

My wife's brother stayed with us this past summer. Originally I wasn't too keen on having this 19 year old street thug around, but as things developed, I'm glad my wife talked me into it. She's 22 and I'm 23, by the way.

When Tim arrived, he looked exactly like I remembered him. Leather jacket, tight jeans, my height (5'9"), brown hair (I'm blond), steel-blue eyes (mine are green), macho-man mustache (alright, I have one of those too). I don't think he was particularly eager to be there either but he had been having the same problems at home that my wife had been having before she got married, which is I think why I relented and let him come stay with us.

After he'd been there for a few days and we'd gotten the chance to talk over dinner and shit, I realized he wasn't such a bad kid, just misunderstood. We started getting friendly and I think he wanted to treat me like an older brother or father-figure or something like that, but I wasn't sure I felt too comfortable about that, because I noticed that I was starting to get turned on by him. He always walked around in tight jeans that showed a considerable basket, and one morning we bumped into each other on the way to the bathroom...he had just gotten up and was in his briefs (like me), only he had a major-league piss-hard going. Tim had a big dick, and it turned me on.

I wasn't sure what to do about this. I'd been into both men and women but gave up screwing around with guys once I got married. I'd so far managed to keep that vow to myself, but it got real tough at times and this attraction to Tim was the toughest test I faced so far.

I thought I had it all under control for about a week. One night I came home late from a job and the house was dark. I went up to the bedroom where my wife was already asleep and got ready for bed (which consisted of stripping down to my briefs), and was just about to hop in when I felt I had to go take a leak. I padded softly down the hall, and was surprised to notice the light from Tim's room (really my den), still on. I wondered if anything was wrong, so I changed course and walked over to the doorway.

Tim was laying there on the fold-out bed with his dick in his hand, his balls tucked under the waistband of his briefs, and he was whacking off. From the angle he was at (his head up toward the doorway), I had a perfect view of him, but he couldn't see me.

I stood still, not making a move or sound, and watched him pull off. His dick was so big and thick, and he was really getting into jerking it off. At one point he stuck his left hand down into his briefs and grabbed onto his balls while he kept whacking off with his right hand. Christ he looked hot doing that. I know I was running a rod, but I didn't want to touch it - my ethics were involved, and I knew if I did, I wouldn't be able to stop myself, and besides, I didn't even know if he was into it.

I was about to throw all caution to the wind when he arched his back up on the bed and groaned and his hot cream started spitting out of the tip of his dick, splattering on his stomach. He held that position for a minute or two, milking his balls dry. Before he could turn around and catch me watching, I beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom and whacked myself off into the sink. It only took two or three strokes before I pumped my own load out.

That was on a Wednesday. The following Saturday my wife had to work but I didn't, so I slept in late. Knowing it was just us guys around the house, I didn't bother to get dressed when I finally got up and padded into the kitchen for a late breakfast, wearing just my briefs. Tim was still asleep but I guess I made enough noise to wake him up, because he walked into the kitchen a few minutes later in his underwear too. His dick was stiff and he was idly scratching his nuts as he asked what was for breakfast. I told him and then said I'd set a place for him while he went to the bathroom.

He came back a few minutes later, his hair combed and minus the hard-on, but still in his briefs. We bullshitted around while we ate, and finally adjourned to the living room after I rinsed the breakfast dishes and put them in the dishwasher. It promised to be a warm day, so I wasn't in a hurry to get dressed and neither was he it seemed. I didn't mind, but I should have been more careful.

We both sat on the couch facing the TV, and Tim used the remote control to flip around the channels. It was pretty obvious that there was nothing worth watching on, and Tim asked what I had in videotapes. I pointed to the rack on the wall and said he could take his pick, but after walking over to it and checking it out, he said, "No, not those - do you have any good movies?"

Oh. Those. I told him I did and he asked if we could watch one, pointing out this his sister (my wife) wouldn't be back for at least another six or seven hours. I couldn't come up with any good reason not to watch - that's something straight guys do together after all - so I finally agreed and picked out one of my favorites. I figured that if I have to watch straight porn with Tim, I might as well watch a hot one.

The movie was hot enough to make me regret that I hadn't put on a pair of pants because it wasn't long before I threw a rod. I refused to look directly at Tim (I didn't want to let him see me looking), but I think he had one too and he was also in his briefs. Try as I might I couldn't sit in that rigid position for too long and I eventually had to shift to be comfortable. When I did, not only did the bulge my hard cock was making in my briefs become ultra-obvious, but I caught sight of Tim. He had his hand cupped around a his bulge too, and as soon as he saw me resettling, he did the same thing. His cock-bulge was enormous; if he moved the wrong way I was sure the head of his dick would have poked out above the waistband of his briefs, but he kept it angled so it didn't.

I thought I could be real cool about it and check him out out of the corner of my eye without him seeing me so every now and then I glanced over at him. His cock was really stiff and tenting out the briefs, and once or twice I caught him lightly rubbing it through the cotton. I figured that if he felt comfortable doing that I could too and it sure felt good.

I kept checking him out of course and once I caught him checking me out. That was wild, but I figured it was natural curiosity - guys check each other out in locker rooms all the time. Needless to say, when I caught him he caught me too, but neither of said anything. We caught each other a few more times but neither of us said anything, until after about the fifth time Tim said, "Bet you keep the girls happy with that thing, huh?"

I was so wrapped up in trying to play it cool that I didn't even know what he meant for a minute, but then I laughed and said that no one had ever complained. I looked at him openly (resisting the urge to stare and grab), and said that I bet he kept his girlfriend happy too.

"Yeah, no one's ever complained," he grinned back. Now it started to get a little strange. We were both watching the movie and obviously getting turned on by it, yet we were both looking at each other from time to time too. I knew why I was interested in him, but I was sure he was just looking at me out of curiosity.

Nothing more was said, and when the movie ended, I headed off to the bedroom to put on some clothes (and whack off real fast), and I think he beat off in his room (my den). Nothing interesting happened the rest of the week either.

The following Saturday my wife was at work again, so the first part of the morning was replay of the last Saturday. Once again Tim talked me into putting on a movie and once more we both got hard watching it and once more we both watched each other, at first surreptitiously and then openly. This time though Tim asked if he could jerk off. I was in a quandary. As a straight married man, I shouldn't feel uncomfortable about seeing another guy's dick, but I didn't want Tim to know exactly how comfortable I was with the idea. I said yes though, and he quickly shed his briefs, dropping them on the carpet.

I watched him openly as he slowly fisted his cock not three feet from me. He had his legs spread wide and he was slouched back on the couch, his left hand cupping his balls and his right hand wrapped around the shaft. Up close and in good light for the first time, I could see that he was cut and it was a good 8" long and pretty thick, thicker than mine anyway.

I kept rubbing mine through my briefs though until he suggested that I do the same thing, adding, "It's just us guys right?" I agreed and pulled my briefs down too, kicking them off and accidentally sending them sailing across the room. I got comfortable then, assuming the same position he was in, scrunched down, legs spread wide, right hand on my dick. I kept the left hand on my thigh, though, and occasionally reached up to scratch my chest, trying to play with my nipple without being obvious.

I failed, though. He said, "I do that too." I asked what, and he said that he thought it felt good to play with his nipples when he jerked off. He was quiet then for a while and seemed to be watching me more than the movie. I pretended not to notice. Finally he said, "Joe, if I tell you something, will you promise to keep it a secret?"

I said sure, adding that I liked him and would have no reason to break a confidence - and besides, he couldn't say anything that awful. He said, "I don't know about that. You like me, right?" I said I did. He said, "You won't anymore." I said something like "Huh?"

He said, "Joe, I'm gay."

Ugh. I didn't know what to say and I guess he saw an expression on my face that he interpreted as hatred. "See," he said, "I told you you wouldn't like me anymore. Just don't tell my sister, OK?"

His bone had gone soft now and he seemed to be on the verge of tears, but I was harder than ever. "Tim," I said, "I still like you. Why should that matter?"

He was really crying now. He said, "I thought when I told you and you realized that I was just watching this movie with you to see you get hard, I thought you'd hate me."

Oh lord. My hard-on was going soft now too. I pulled him close to me, one arm over his shoulder. "Tim," I said, "first, thank you for having the courage to tell me that. I know it wasn't easy." He brushed a tear from his eye.

"Second," I continued, "I don't hate you and it doesn't bother me. I'm complimented that you think I'm attractive." He stopped sniffling, but his body language said he was still very nervous.

"Third," I said, "why wouldn't I still like you? You're still the same kid that's been living in my house for the last two weeks, aren't you?"

He sat up, not crying but still looking miserable. "Joe, you're a married guy. I thought if you knew I was hot for you, you'd go on this macho trip and deck me, throw me out, and then tell everyone what a faggot brother in law you have."

I pulled him back toward me again..."Come here," I said. "Now, listen to this and listen good. Anybody with a brain in his head doesn't judge people by who or what they sleep with. If you're gay, that's OK. It doesn't bother me, and it doesn't bother me that you're attracted to me."

"You mean it?" he asked.

"Yes." I took a deep breath. "You see, Tim, I'm 'bi,' and I've been pretty turned on by you too." The look on his face - or the series of looks - was precious. It went from shock to disbelief back to shock and then to something else I can't quite describe. It must have been lust, for in the next instant, he grabbed my semi-soft dick with one hand and planted a big wet kiss right on my lips.

Even if I'd wanted to stop then I couldn't. My cock shot up hard as a rock, and he kept stroking it, stopping only to run his hand up and down my torso, then finally back to my dick. He broke the kiss - leaving me breathless - and nuzzled my ear. I reached under him and grabbed hold of his dick which had regained its former impressive size. He groaned a little when I first fisted it and humped my hand, which suited me just fine.

I kept it there and held onto his shaft while he ran his tongue down from my ear down my neck and down the center of my chest. He licked each of my nipples (not for long enough), and then trailed down the center, sticking his tongue into my navel (that made me gasp), and finally around down to my dick. Before I could stop him he deep-throated me and then I didn't want to stop him.

In spite of the fact that I wanted his dick in my hand, he squirmed away from me and went on his knees on the floor, between my spread legs. He did a real good job sucking my cock, slurping up and down the shaft, licking my balls, nuzzling the inside of my thighs. It felt so goddamn good! He went back to sucking my cock and I started running my fingers through his hair, humping into his face, shoving my cock down his throat. I thought I was enjoying it and it seems I was right because he started deep-throating me really fast and then I felt his load shoot out onto my leg. That load of hot cream hitting my leg triggered my orgasm, I pumped a lot of stored-up jism down his throat. He couldn't keep up with it, he started to choke and it really looked hot seeing my cream drip out of his mouth around my shaft. Some of it even got into that macho mustache of his which I'm sure turned me on enough to pump out a little bit more come than usual.

When I finished creaming, he slumped back onto the floor, laying flat on his back and I noticed the movie had run out (we never noticed). I went down on my hands and knees and kissed him, and then suggested that we get cleaned up.

Nothing was said that between us that entire week, but we exchanged sly glances every now and then. We both were still interested in each other and that following Saturday, as soon as my wife was out the door to work, he was into my bedroom - and I was wide awake and ready for him. We kept that up the whole summer.

My problem now is, half the time I fuck my wife, I think of getting it on with Tim. I don't know what to do about it except to wait until he comes back next summer. And I can't wait.

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written by brooklyn