You're Going To Have Sex With My Brother?
Daniel had been out with Mike doing meth. It made me think of the last conversation I had with Mike. He was over Rachel, always giving him grief, so he was over girls for that minute.
Mike's usual modis de operandi is to have a girl friend – despite all of his big talk, and filthy ways, he's a serial monogamist – for a length of time, break up, dabble with gay sex, find a new girlfriend and the cycle begins again. The other guy usually has no idea why.
"I'm gonna do your brother."
"What? Daniel?"
"How many brothers have you got?" Mike smiled his dirty he-man smile. "It would great to feel that point of him giving in with a straight boy again. It's been a while. And he's a really fit lad, your brother. Daniel's fit, okay."
"You're going to bed my brother?"
"Have sex with the one and same."
Mike left him at the last club they were at, just wandered off into the distance unannounced, messy.
Not a good start to your evil plan, Mr Mike. Still, I was happy Daniel was home unsoiled. I don't know, some things shouldn't be messed with. My straight brother?
Daniel came home late, I could hear him banging about in his room, long before I saw him. Nick had delivered me a bag of pot. “Just because I haven't seen you much lately, just to say that I am thinking about you. I was up, pissing about. Watching teev, lap-top on, looking at the internet.
Daniel eventually came stumbling out to the kitchen in his boxer shorts and t-shirt. I was watching a late night, dirty Italian movie on SBS. The only light I had on was the light from the TV... laptop screen... open fire. Then suddenly light in the kitchen, it was jarring.
Daniel grunted at me from the adjacent seat, when he finally came and sat down. He was incapable of normal speak, I found out pretty quickly from two or three attempts to communicate with him.
"I thought you were out with Mike?"
Long pause. "Huh." Very groggy.
"Weren't you partying with Mike?"
"Aa?"
"Weren't you going home to play at Mike's place?"
"Mm?"
"Well at least, I think... no, I actually know, that's what his evil plan was."
"huh?"
"Take you home... have his evil way?"
"What?"
Then the pretty Italian boy won over the pretty Italian girl and the first thing he does is stick his cock in her, rather graphically to, I just got to say. That boy was hot and fit and certainly knew how to pleasure someone.
Not a sound but the crackle of the wood burning in the open fire. Still. Peaceful.
The pretty Italian boy has a very nice arse, that much we got to see. The pretty Italian girl showed her nice tittees off, often. She's gorgeous.
The next thing I hear kind of rustling. I'd say it was the sound of newspaper rustling, but that would be way over stating the sound. It was clothes. I can hear Daniel rubbing something. I looked over and I can just see Daniel's big cock out of the leg of his baggy boxer shorts. Unbeknownst to him, just his thighs and lap are lit up enough from soft the glow of the television. It doesn't reach any further than that, the rest of him is in shadow.
I'm gazing – surreptitiously, as though he could see my eyes – watching his hand glide up and down his big, fat cock. As my eyes adjusted, looking away from the television for a minute, I can see that Daniel is staring straight ahead at the TV like a zombie. How much meth has he had? He's got the whole methhead vibe going on.
So, I sit back and watch my out-of-it brother masturbate in the chair next to me. It was hot.
He's got nice hands and a nice action, taken flat in his hand and well rubbed, with big strokes up and down. And he's got the sexiest cock, thick all the way alone, big knob; leaning forward and dropping big gobs of spit onto it, to keep it slippery.
He shot his load onto the carpet. Holding his rigid cock, he kind of went down on his knees, just ever so slightly, held his dick close down to the carpet and came violently, shuddering and gasping and saying fuck a lot. I was rock hard.
Then he crashed back into the chair.
He sat still for the longest time, or so it seemed.
Suddenly there was movement again. He scrambled up, knocked over an empty glass off the coffee table with his leg, stumbled to the door, I think there was a grunt, but I couldn't be sure, and he was gone.
The boy takes too much. He's easy pickings. Mike's gonna have him.
Still, maybe it is time Daniel had his first gay experience, as he always says, he's never done it with a guy. Besides, Mike is hot, who better to break him in? And Daniel is a fit, handsome lad, it wouldn't be a chore. Really, he’s in great shape.
Dirty Mike. He decided the other night when they were at a club together, when they both said they needed to get laid, several times. Mike realised on his way home, it was like a revelation. You know how the drug fucked mind works. Have sex with Daniel, he said, right out loud, between paying the taxi driver and sliding the front door key into his front door.
That'd be hot together.
Stop it, he is your straight bro.
I'm getting hard, thinking about it?
Is that wrong?
Well, bad start Mikey Mike. Ba, bar! You fail! You had your chance tonight and you blew it. Maybe, just maybe, you are full of shit.
Mike's usual modis de operandi is to have a girl friend – despite all of his big talk, and filthy ways, he's a serial monogamist – for a length of time, break up, dabble with gay sex, find a new girlfriend and the cycle begins again. The other guy usually has no idea why.
"I'm gonna do your brother."
"What? Daniel?"
"How many brothers have you got?" Mike smiled his dirty he-man smile. "It would great to feel that point of him giving in with a straight boy again. It's been a while. And he's a really fit lad, your brother. Daniel's fit, okay."
"You're going to bed my brother?"
"Have sex with the one and same."
Mike left him at the last club they were at, just wandered off into the distance unannounced, messy.
Not a good start to your evil plan, Mr Mike. Still, I was happy Daniel was home unsoiled. I don't know, some things shouldn't be messed with. My straight brother?
Daniel came home late, I could hear him banging about in his room, long before I saw him. Nick had delivered me a bag of pot. “Just because I haven't seen you much lately, just to say that I am thinking about you. I was up, pissing about. Watching teev, lap-top on, looking at the internet.
Daniel eventually came stumbling out to the kitchen in his boxer shorts and t-shirt. I was watching a late night, dirty Italian movie on SBS. The only light I had on was the light from the TV... laptop screen... open fire. Then suddenly light in the kitchen, it was jarring.
Daniel grunted at me from the adjacent seat, when he finally came and sat down. He was incapable of normal speak, I found out pretty quickly from two or three attempts to communicate with him.
"I thought you were out with Mike?"
Long pause. "Huh." Very groggy.
"Weren't you partying with Mike?"
"Aa?"
"Weren't you going home to play at Mike's place?"
"Mm?"
"Well at least, I think... no, I actually know, that's what his evil plan was."
"huh?"
"Take you home... have his evil way?"
"What?"
Then the pretty Italian boy won over the pretty Italian girl and the first thing he does is stick his cock in her, rather graphically to, I just got to say. That boy was hot and fit and certainly knew how to pleasure someone.
Not a sound but the crackle of the wood burning in the open fire. Still. Peaceful.
The pretty Italian boy has a very nice arse, that much we got to see. The pretty Italian girl showed her nice tittees off, often. She's gorgeous.
The next thing I hear kind of rustling. I'd say it was the sound of newspaper rustling, but that would be way over stating the sound. It was clothes. I can hear Daniel rubbing something. I looked over and I can just see Daniel's big cock out of the leg of his baggy boxer shorts. Unbeknownst to him, just his thighs and lap are lit up enough from soft the glow of the television. It doesn't reach any further than that, the rest of him is in shadow.
I'm gazing – surreptitiously, as though he could see my eyes – watching his hand glide up and down his big, fat cock. As my eyes adjusted, looking away from the television for a minute, I can see that Daniel is staring straight ahead at the TV like a zombie. How much meth has he had? He's got the whole methhead vibe going on.
So, I sit back and watch my out-of-it brother masturbate in the chair next to me. It was hot.
He's got nice hands and a nice action, taken flat in his hand and well rubbed, with big strokes up and down. And he's got the sexiest cock, thick all the way alone, big knob; leaning forward and dropping big gobs of spit onto it, to keep it slippery.
He shot his load onto the carpet. Holding his rigid cock, he kind of went down on his knees, just ever so slightly, held his dick close down to the carpet and came violently, shuddering and gasping and saying fuck a lot. I was rock hard.
Then he crashed back into the chair.
He sat still for the longest time, or so it seemed.
Suddenly there was movement again. He scrambled up, knocked over an empty glass off the coffee table with his leg, stumbled to the door, I think there was a grunt, but I couldn't be sure, and he was gone.
The boy takes too much. He's easy pickings. Mike's gonna have him.
Still, maybe it is time Daniel had his first gay experience, as he always says, he's never done it with a guy. Besides, Mike is hot, who better to break him in? And Daniel is a fit, handsome lad, it wouldn't be a chore. Really, he’s in great shape.
Dirty Mike. He decided the other night when they were at a club together, when they both said they needed to get laid, several times. Mike realised on his way home, it was like a revelation. You know how the drug fucked mind works. Have sex with Daniel, he said, right out loud, between paying the taxi driver and sliding the front door key into his front door.
That'd be hot together.
Stop it, he is your straight bro.
I'm getting hard, thinking about it?
Is that wrong?
Well, bad start Mikey Mike. Ba, bar! You fail! You had your chance tonight and you blew it. Maybe, just maybe, you are full of shit.
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