Dick in Law

Oh fuck. My brother-in-law Dick had been telling me he was impotent. He had not fucked my sister for six weeks he said. Had not even had a wank. Not even a dirty dream.

But now, fuck, I was sliding down the full hard greasy nine inch length of him. No evidence of impotence that I could feel anyway. My cock was leaking precum already, Jesus, I was gonna squirt all over his hairy chest any moment.

Ryan, he breathed, as he fuckin drilled me, his furry thighs going at me like a machine. You’ve saved me. I’m a man again.

Yup, he fuckin was a man again, and my arsehole knew it.

 

And yet, the night before, it had all started off so differently … we had that chat while we were pissing in Bar Capri … he had told a different yarn.

Let’s get this out in the open, said Dick, my brother-in-law, his willie grasped in his fingers.

No offence bro, but that thing we did a few weeks back, that sex thing you know … well it is not going to happen again, know what I mean?”

I nodded, though in reality I was not sure what I was nodding for. I had my own cock in my fingers.

It is like this, continued Dick, there was lot of drink involved, yeah, and a lot of stress at work, and I was super horny – and I am a red-blooded male, Ryan, you know that. And heck so are you. It is only natural. We’re men. But fuck, things got out of hand, and what we did, that gay stuff, no offence Ryan, there is no way I am into that kinda thing. No way is it happening again. I just want to be straight with you. You’re a great guy and a fantastic bro in law. But fuck, don’t get your hopes up. I swear it was a one-time event, never to be repeated. Yeah?

Yeah I said. Understood.

I was just about managing to keep a straight face. Dick was so cute when he was trying to be serious. Well fuck, he was cute all the time, even - I mean especially - when he made that agonised cum face as he shot up my ass, but now he was really playing sincere for all its worth.

I agreed with every word he said, at least out loud, and I might have taken it all a bit more seriously, except we were standing side by side in the urinals in the Gents, and I had a pretty good view of Dick’s big dick as he pissed on and on. He had not done much trimming on his pubic hair since we last met I noted, so I assumed my sister had not got her way and had him tidied up.

Jesus, he had a fine length of dick there as he knew fuckin well. For some reason I thought about a randy horse I’d once seen in a meadow.

Ryan, he asked. Hey Ryan?

I lifted my greedy dreamy gaze from his prick and looked him straight in the eye.

Had he asked me a question? I was back in the room, or rather the Gents.

Yeah Dick?

I really appreciate your friendship Ryan, you’re my number one bro, you know that? And fuck I will always cherish forever that you wanted to get, you know, get close to me, but … that was then, this is now.

That was fuckin then? No way was this the end of things. It was only the beginning. Dick would have sex with me again, I knew it. The only question was, when? Tonight?

Suddenly the swing door of the Gents swung open, and in walked Jack Dixon, Dick’s old school buddy. He was bald now, but built like an ox, still, the way he had looked when he was captain of the school rugby team, and apparently had the biggest dick dangling in the communal showers. I had never made it to the team, pity.

He made some sort of noise of greeting at both of us and stood next to Dick at the urinal. He kinda grunted as he unleashed a torrent of piss. I could see it flowing below me. He had been on the lager all night.

I would not have minded seeing Jack’s cock but it was too far away to get a good look. Dick had said it was bigger than his which was fuckin saying something. The idea of the two of them pissing side by side, grasping their big meaty dicks, was a potent one.  

I was finished anyway and decided to leave the two big cocky lads to have some straight male bro interaction, dicks in hand.

See ya Dick, I said.

No bad feelings, said Dick with that cute lopsided puppy grin as he shook his dick, and then turned away to zip up.

No bad feelings I repeated. But I added, silently to myself, Only horny ones.

As I washed my hands at the basin Jack was watching me in the mirror above the urinal. Perhaps he suspected something or had Dick got drunk and confessional to his mate?

Dick stayed behind to check his hair and to talk to Jack, who was finished now and turned around with his fingers in his zipper. It looked like it was a real effort to tuck his prick away, but I caught no glimpse of his fabled tool, alas.

That was at my sister’s Birthday dinner at Bar Capri in town …

Jo had invited work colleagues and younger pals – my female cousins were the only family apart from me. It was a big and cheerful Italian restaurant, the kind where the waiters are always cute and always in too tight black trousers showing off their bulging crotches.

I was seated a long way from Dick, and Jo had arranged for Nicky, the fluffy blond gay from her office to sit next to me, for company. She wanted me to get off with him I knew. Nicky was the kind of guy who would have been fine for a bit of mutual jerking on a dark night behind the school in the old days, but I had other ideas now about what I wanted to do and who I wanted to do it with. He was a sweet enough guy, and maybe the pinot grigio would get to me in the end if we shared a taxi home, but for the moment, I was absolutely fine by myself.

Famous last words.

I saw Dick was watching me. So was Jack. I looked down the table at him and he looked away. He was sitting a couple of seats down from his wife Penny. I had known her at school too. They had been married for years – he had got her pregnant with his teenage sperm before she sat her final year exams. I liked Penny, she had the loudest laugh at the table, but I could see Jack rolling his eyes when she let loose.

Nicky was saying something to me, about a new gay club that had opened in town, with a really great quiz night.

Really, I said, a quiz night? What’s your specialist subject Nicky?

I missed his reply, maybe it was Steps, as there was some sort of disturbance at the far end of the table where my sister Jo was sitting - she and Dick seemed to be having an argument, and then she got up and went off to the Ladies with Penny following.

I looked around and caught Jack rolling his eyes again and then bursting out laughing. I was not sure I had ever seen Jack laugh before – usually he looked like such a mean bastard. Now he looked kinda like a baby, mind you a bearded baby with a bald head and bright blue eyes. Jesus, he was built like the side of a rugby stand still. I had many memories of teenage wanks over Jack.

Dick came back and sat down beside him, looking sad and puppy like and Jack put his arm around his shoulders the way very drunk straight men do, comforting him.

Jack saw me looking and made some sort of face, as if to say – Dick really needs looking after, I wanna kiss him.

I kinda lifted my eyebrows, as if asking a question - You two an item now, Big Foot?

Then I felt Nicky touching my wrist, letting a couple of fingers sit there on my bare skin, and stroking gently. He had taken more Pinot Grigio than I had obviously.

What are you doing afterwards Ryan – do you want to come into town?

I turned around to meet Nicky’s big blue eyes. Heck, was he old enough to shave? On occasion I have been known to indulge in a bit of twink sex action. They can be handy when I was in a top phase, and Nick probably was very much not a top. He kinda looked like a mutual wank and suck sort of guy to me. His flat would be very clean and tidy and his sheets would smell of something good. There would be a big box of tissues handy just in case of spills.

Anyway, I was considering how the night might pan out and how I might put the colour into Nicky’s twinky cheeks to complete the entertainment, when I looked up and saw Jack Dixon was towering over me. He made Nicky look like a child.

Can I have a word Ryan, he asked, and I noticed he had dimples in his big cheeks and another one on his chin, mostly covered by his reddish fur. His collar was pulled wide open, revealing a jungle of untrimmed hair. No clippers for Jack.

He led me away from the table to the bar, where a curly-haired swarthy waiter looked us up and down and no doubt thought we were hooking up, the beefy bear and his slim otter.

Ryan – Dick is in a bad way. It has blown up with Jo. She’s gone off with Penny. Apparently your sister is really upset.

What is wrong, Jack? She has not said anything to me. But hell she had been a bit weird on the phone. Usually she went on about Dick, how he spent too much time at work, too much time at the gym etc. I had felt a bit of - not regret exactly – re that night we had fucked so was a wee bit self-conscious re mentioning him at all. Come to think of it – she had been unusually silent about her husband.

Jack looked serious. As in cute serious.

She thinks he is playing away …

What?

Yup. Nothing happening in the couple department, you know what I mean?

But …

Jack leaned in and whispered in my ear – the waiter was paying close attention now. I bet he thought we were going to shag later and that I liked Bears. Got it in one, Mario.

Jo says he has not, erm, fucked her for six weeks. She thinks something was up that week she went to see your folks. Thinks he’s got some tart tucked away somewhere and he’s giving her it on a regular basis. Nothing left for her at home, the tart is getting it all.

Really? I said, blushing more than was necessary.

And there’s more, said Jack. That’s what just blew up here. Jo caught him as they were getting dressed up for tonight.

Caught Dick? What, sexting a woman?

If only. No offence mate, but Dick has got addicted to porn.

I kinda guffawed. Join the club.

Yeah Ryan, I know, we all like a quiet wank, but hey, it is … gay porn.

Jesus Christ. Where is Dick now?

In the alley. He’s fairly cut up. And pished too.  I’d take him home now, but Penny would eat my bollocks. Can you get him in a taxi and look after him?

I reckoned I could look after Dick.

He was smoking in the alley and half smiled when he saw me and Jack. I could see tears on his cheeks. He hugged us both, together, for a moment or two I was in a threesome with him and Jack. If I had been drunker and it was a couple of hours later I might have hugged a bit harder and got my hands on both their arses and my fingers on their zips.

Dick pressed his lips to our cheeks. Our faces, you dirty fuckers. He was one of those macho men who got all soft and affectionate in his cups when he had his mates handy.

You probably think you know what happened next. Dick got into the taxi with me, cosied up next to me, put his hand between my legs and began to stroke me and get me real hard, whispered into my ear that he had missed me for all these weeks, wanted to fuck me, and that is exactly what he was going to do as soon as we got back to my flat.

And Jack was in the taxi too, on the other side of me in the back seat, and whispering in my other ear that he wanted me to eat his cock.

And then they both fucked me all night, tore up my hole, filled it with hot bro-in-law and best mate spunk, and then did it all again, so that dawn found all three of us still fuckin hard (in the cock sense) and still fuckin hard (in the shagging sense) till we all collapsed exhausted and sweaty and dripping spunk all over my sodden disarranged best bed sheets.

But fuck that is not what happened at all.

In the taxi there was no Jack, and Dick passed out, and the driver shouted out - if yer boyfriend is gonna throw up – out! – but he stayed asleep. When we got home he woke up and I got him out of the taxi and into the lift with the minimum of fuss, a few non-sexy groans and belches that’s all.

In my flat I got him a pint of water and tried to have a conversation. I sort of engineered him into my spare room, got his shoes off him, and laid him down on top of the bed. I got a basin out just in case, and placed it beside the bed, along with a bath towel, so glam, so sexy.

I took some pills, drank a pint of water, and went to bed.

There were three texts.

One was from Jack

Good job, mate.

One was from Nicky

Miss u, hugs

One was from my sister Jo

Have you seen that bastard?

 xxx

 I woke in the middle of the night. Probably my hangover woke me, but then I heard footsteps in the flat. Then my bedroom door opened.

I was not entirely surprised. At the bay window stood Dick, stark naked. There was enough light through the blind to see a good bit of him, the shape of his furry arse for a starter, and the way that lovely cock swung about as he moved, not erotic swinging, just the natural swing of a big heavy bit of flesh.

Hey Dick, I said quietly.

No answer. But he moved to the foot of my bed. More swinging cock.

I pulled back the covers, inviting him to get in beside me.

No response.

I reckoned this was a sleep walking Dick.

He turned and left my bedroom. I heard the spare room door close.

I had a minor pre-dawn wank. And was asleep soon enough.

The next day was a Sunday of course. Dick did not get up. I could hear the occasional snore and cough and sigh, so I knew he was alive.

I knocked on the door about one o’clock with a pint of water, a mug of coffee, and a couple of pieces of buttered toast. Oh and a couple of pills for his head.

Yeah, said a small voice.

Dick was buried in the bed. His suit and shirt and things lying at the foot of the bed.

How ya doing bud, I asked.

I want to die, he said.

OK, I said, but here, take some breakfast first.

He lifted his head from the covers. Even I would have to admit he looked like Hell. Unshaven obviously, but circles under his red eyes. He smelled as if he had been sweating a lot. Not that that was unattractive exactly.

He sat up a bit as I handed over the pills and the water for a start. He was bare chested and the covers fell down so I could almost see his hairy navel. I could smell his armpits as he lifted the glass.

Fuck, he was hot. In both senses.  I wanted to climb in with him and suck his cock, hot and sweaty, whatever.

I want to die, he repeated. Has your sister been in touch?

Yeah. She wants to know if you’re OK.

I lied. In fact the text had said the fucker could rot in hell.

Did Jack tell you?

Tell me what?

About the incident at Bar Capri.

No. Since when did Jack talk to me about anything.

Dick had started on the toast, which was a good sign, and the crumbs were falling into the thicket on his chest. I wanted to lean over and catch them with my tongue.

The thing is, said Dick, slurping the coffee, the thing is. Last night was supposed to be our big Birthday thing. Jo’s special night. You know, pasta, prawns, prosecco, then a fuckin good Birthday fuck.

Oh I see.

And instead of that …

You wake up in my spare room with a hangover.

You see, we’ve not been very close for a bit, you know, I mean we’ve not been … fucking.

Och, that’s just a temporary thing surely, that’s just a marriage thing, is n’t it? It happens to everybody, yeah?

He yawned and stretched and made a face. He sort of closed his eyes and I could see the length of his lashes. There was colour in his cheeks, not the kind you get when you are having an orgasm, more the kind when you break wind accidentally in a meeting.

But you see, it is not Jo, it is me. You see, I just cannot get it up anymore. I am a flop in bed. My dick is a dead weight.

What?!

I may have said that out too loudly. My mouth may have dropped open. As if suddenly full of his flaccid but thick penis. My big stud of a brother in law was impotent? You are taking the piss. But only six weeks ago I very well knew he had been as hard as fuck as my arse hole had discovered all too well. He had been very satisfying indeed. No floppy Dick then.

Oh Dick, I ventured, I am sure it is not as bad as all that. It is probably just one of those temp things you know. Stress at work. Have you been to the doc?

He gulped.

Jack went to Boots for me, got those blue pills, Viagra. Big fat zero. Then he took me to one of those Chinese doctors, you know the kind with needles. He’s been going there to get stuff for his hairline. I got my willie out in Doc Wang’s office, but fuck the needles scared me stiff, even if he was just gonna stick them in my arm, not my prick. No way was I letting him touch me. He gave me some red pills instead.

And?

Zero elevation. I’m fucking done Ryan. I am only half a man.

He almost sobbed, and I stretched over and stroked his hair (on his head I mean) to comfort him.

There, there Dick, you look pretty much like a whole man to me. As sexy as fuck still.

He lifted those big puppy eyes to me.

Yeah? Really? The thing is I just think Jo is finished with me. You know we fucked seven nights a week, thrice on Sundays, it was our thing. Now, she says I have failed her, she called me a flop, called me wee willie pinkie, says she is relying on her big rubber dildo from now on. She says it is bigger anyway. And black as well.

I swallowed. I really did not need an image of my sister masturbating. We were close, but heck not that close.

The thing is Ryan, he said, then stopped … the thing is that night I stayed over, you know, the night when we fooled around, that’s the last fuckin time I got a hard-on, and it was fuckin you Ryan who gave me one.

He went silent and I saw a tear run down his unshaven cheek.

I swallowed again, remembering that bucket of Dick’s spunk I had taken down my throat that night. A lot of swallowing had been involved. I could taste it still. Yum.

Heck Dick, what can I say? Have you, erm, have you wanted to do it again? I know you told me it was just a pished thing that night, but …

He turned away into the pillow.

No, came a small voice, but … I have been watching porn. You know, just curious, man on man stuff.  And …

He gulped, and then continued in a very small voice.

Jack offered to give me a hand job, what a gent, just to see if I could get it up, and we tried that in the showers at the gym, but fuck, nada.

What the fuck?

The idea of Jack with his famously big rugby lad cock and Dick with his also very impressive, albeit limp, dick, jacking off in the showers was a wee bit too much for me. I had after all missed out on a sure fire fuck with Nicky last night due to my good Samaritan family act.

I felt a sudden surge between my legs, the normal kinda Sunday afternoon, post hangover sort of erection.

Jesus, Dick was cute, even in his seriously unaroused state, supine in my spare bed.

I had a good look at his neck and his bare brown shoulders, with the cute little patch of hairs. Fuck, I wanted to touch that spot. With my tongue. Then I would turn him over on his back and then I would …

Maybe Dick could not get an erection, but I certainly could, and I had one right then, like a ruddy Sunday rocket. If he had been facing the other way he would have more or less got it in his face.

Hey Dick, I said, adjusting my dressing gown and turning away. I will let you have a sleep, bet you need one. And when you wake up you will get a proper Sunday dinner, I promise. You will be ready for it by then I bet.

He turned over and lay back on the pillows. I could see his dark eyes were all awash. Dick was definitely in touch with his feelings.

He gave me a half smile. He shook his head.

You know Ryan, sometimes I wonder if I married the wrong sibling in your family.

That was more like the old Dick.

I’ll have something hot and satisfying and juicy ready to fill you up, I promise.

Promises, promises, he mumbled and shut his eyes tight, so his dark lashes were all spread out like little paintbrushes. His chest was rising and falling under that cosy covering of hair. The sheets were low enough down to show off those big dark nipples.

Jesus I wanted to climb on top of him and shove my hard-on down his throat. That would get his eyes wide open pretty quick.

Instead, before I started on the Sunday roast, I went into the bathroom and after a minor bit of lathering etc I shot one fuck of a load all the way up the shower glass.

So that Sunday Dick had given me two orgasms already without laying a finger on me.

 

xxx

 

I let Dick sleep on. The beef roasted in the oven. The flat was full of rich meaty aromas. I was watching an old musical.

I heard doors opening and closing. I turned off the musical.

Hey, I said.

Hey, came Dick’s voice.

He stuck his head round the living room door.

Am gonna have a shower bro.

Sure I said. I’ll get you a towel.

Dick was standing naked outside the door. He was covering his hairy privates with his big hands but otherwise did not look embarrassed. I felt a bit of a surge in my Calvins. What could I do – there was a naked sexy man in my flat, covered in curly dark hair. Sure he did not have a hard-on, but nobody’s perfect.

He was in the shower and under the faucet when I delivered the towel. Call me kinky, but I like a flaccid dick, at least to look at, especially if it is on the larger side, and believe me Dick was on the larger side, limp though he was. His cock was swinging about with all that soap on it, and fuck, the knob was not too far off rubbing his knees.

I stayed looking too long, I have to admit it. Dick looked me in the eye through the steam and the hot water, then looked down to his cock, where his fingers were. He gave it a bit of a tug, knowing I was watching. He knew I was an appreciative audience.

For a second I considered getting into the shower with him, jeans, jumper, trainers and all, and seeing what happened. I had an idea I might be able to sort out the erection problem. My fist and mouth were experienced in the traditional ways.

Dick turned away from me. Perhaps he thought his hairy buttocks and hairier arse cleft were a turn off. How wrong he was.

I went off with a sigh to check on the roast, and as I bent down I felt the wave of oven heat hitting the front of my jeans, where my erection was very healthy indeed.

Dick appeared in my living room. He had put on the same grey loungewear he had worn that time he had stayed. I had washed the semen from that night out of them (resisting an urge to keep them smelly and crusty as a souvenir) and now they smelled of my fabric conditioner. He was one tall fragrant guy, his hair slicked back, his feet bare save for the little trail of dark hairs.

We did not talk about my sister or sex, but we both had a hearty appetite surprisingly and the beef was good. Dick even smiled and once he even laughed. I had opened a nice bottle of red.

Jack sent him a text and Dick took a photo of his plate and sent him that.

You’re an ace bro too, he said to me. What would I do without you?

I have to admit I was a bit jealous that Jack had got into the shower with him recently.

I was getting a series of texts from my sister. One of them was – has the bastard mentioned the tart yet? Or the kinky porn?

I was also getting messages from Nicky. Fancy a coffee it said, and the pic showed his hairless chest and a come hither look. If Dick ran out on me I might pop over to Nicky’s for a coffee or whatever was on offer.

I noticed Dick was manspreading at my dining table, which I thought was a good sign. That meant I could see his bulge quite clearly. I had meant to offer him some new underpants but had forgotten and it was obvious from the shape and the lines that he was commando down there.

I was drinking a bit more than usual and in truth had been sipping away while sorting out the roast potatoes.  I liked a Bloody Mary on a Sunday. I felt a bit on the bold side.

So Dick, you’re not gonna let this lick you are you?

Come again? Who’s gonna lick me?

You know, this wee willie pinkie thing? If those Chinese pills do not work ,what about trying something a bit more traditional? I mean even if Jack’s right hand did not work out, there’s always …

Jack’s left handed. he mumbled.

I spread my hands out on the dining room table. Nice long fingers. A wee bit of blond hair on the backs.

I seem to remember there was something else about me you kinda had a liking for too …

I dropped my eyes like a saucy tart.

Slow down soldier, said Dick, looking almost hurt. You know I have not been well, Ryan, not into that sort of stuff. Not really anyway. 

He got up from the table, clearing the empty plates away.

I’ll have a Bloody Mary if you want tho … and we could watch some old picture?

Coming right up, I said, and I made him a special.

We sat down on the sofa. It was getting dark outside, the heating had come on, and I closed the curtains.

We clinked glasses. I had made it in long glasses with a good deal of vodka. Not a wee shot.

Jesus, that is strong, said Dick. And a big one too.

Just like you, I replied, and he guffawed.

Not so big and strong at the moment I am telling you.

Oh, let’s see what we can do about that …

Ryan, he said, almost cautioning me. Look, even if I wanted to go down that road again, you know I am a flop in that department …

I repeated what I had just said.

Dick made an exasperated sigh.

Dick asked what I had been watching earlier, but decided an old MGM musical was not for him. We watched soccer for a bit. I just about stayed awake, enjoying the arses and the haircuts.

Then he said, abruptly.

OK Ryan, stick some porn on, straight porn, and you know, if you want you can give me a hand job, just to see how it plays out. But no promises, yeah?

I made us another Bloody Mary, and made the same joke about it being long and strong, a Dick special.

I do not have anything against straight porn and Dick seemed to have picked well. The woman had big boobs and the guy had a strange sort of resemblance to my brother in law – by that I mean he was dark, hairy chested, and had a jutting big cock, not unlike the one I recalled him sporting six weeks before.

There was quite a bit of fellatio, quite a bit of anal, quite a bit of doggy style. The soundtrack was all squeals and grunts. I had my regular worry about next door. Then it turned into a threesome, another guy turned up, the gardener apparently, and took his turn on her. He was a beefy type, more like Jack.

I kinda stole a look at Dick’s groin. Sure you could make out his cock but it did not look as if it was growing or anything.

Mine, on the other hand, was grown. I was wondering if it would be polite to whip it out, even if my bro in law was limp.

Maybe he really was impotent for fuck’s sake.

He switched off the porn suddenly. And sighed.

No use.

Ever had a threesome Dick?

He sighed again.

Oh yeah. Your sister and Penny have been there a couple of times. Jo is very generous.

My sister in a threesome!? Fuck, too much info, what with that and the black dildo.

Where was Jack? Was he in the bed too? Was it a King-size?

On his rugby tour.

I pressed a button

You ever made out with Jack? Apart from the recent hand job attempt I mean.

Yeah, no, but well, you know ...

You can tell me all about it you know …

I reached out and began to stroke the front of his package. In for a penny.

He groaned a little.

Ever wanted to though? Ever wanted to make out with Jack? You told me his cock was even bigger than your jumbo?

I almost was sure I felt a twinge under the hand that was caressing his bulge. Hey, was I getting there?

How about I invite Jack over and you can sit here and relax with a beer and the pair of us will sort you out? Would that be good?

There was another distinct twinge under my fingers. Had I pressed the right lever? Was he about to roar into action?

I ran a finger tip around what was obviously his knob.

Hey. Then both you and Jack can fuck me, you two big fuckin hairy studs. I know you say he is bigger, but I’d like a second opinion and I bet you are better. Jesus, Dick, I am getting hard even thinking about it. Would you fuck me first or second?

I sure could feel something getting really hard now. Fuck.

First or second, I asked.

Dick was breathing heavily.

I reckon … he paused … I’d let Jack fuck you first.

Then you would feel his hot cum on your cock, like lube?

Yup, he murmured, something like that.

That would be good I said, make it easier for that big hard thing to slide up my ass, Jack’s cum on your big fat knob.

Yup, he murmured.

I bet Jack is like you, he comes a lot, eh? Big load Jack is he?

Yup, he does. At school we used to jack off together, watch it shoot across the lino. Measure the distance. He was one big shooter.

So are you Dick, big load Dick I seem to recall.

Dick definitely had about a third of a hard-on now, no mistake, poking up through my joggers. Fuckin fantastic.

Ever wanted him shooting down your throat Dick?

He swallowed.

Yup, wanted that.

Want me to ring him up now, make it happen? I bet Penny gave me the spare bed treatment last night. Bet he is horny now. Bet he wants to help his mate out.

Erm … no fuckin way - but you OK with that? Would not you feel left out?

I rubbed.

I’d watch. I’d jerk off watching. Or you know you could be fucking me while Jack is down your throat, you know?

I rubbed more.

Erm, sure, cool, he murmured.

Maybe he meant the rubbing too. It seemed to be a success.

Want me to suck you off now Dick? It looks to me like you would like that. Looks to me like that there is ten inches of hot cock in your pants, just dying to get out in the open. Is that right big horny man?

Oh fuck Ryan, I know what I said last night, but fuck you’ve given me my first boner in weeks, you have done what porn did not – not even the furry interracial gangbang Jo caught me watching at teatime yesterday - but take pity will ya?

I took pity.

Do you need a reminder, I said. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my cock. It looked eager.

I could feel a surge inside Dick’s joggers.

Jesus, Ryan, he said. Put me out of my misery.

I did.

I yanked down his joggers. Fuck his cock swung up. No signs of impotency there, only one big hard fucker of an erection, just like the old days.

I grasped those hairy balls with one hand, got my fist around his quivering shaft, and sank my lips around that purple knob.

Fuck was I glad to be back there. From the moaning and the groaning I kinda thought Dick was happy too.

Jesus, this was his first hard-on in six weeks, no wonder it felt like hot iron. And fuck he must have had all that cum just waiting to get out. I felt it was my duty to get it shot out of him as soon as possible.

What a fuckin stud you are Dick, I muttered, between the sucks and the licks and the strokes. Bet Jack thinks so too.

I stopped.

He moaned, spreading his legs wide, the joggers down at his ankles.

Now Dick, do you want to come quickly? Or do you want to hold on and come in one big one?

I was edging him a bit now, but fuck his cock was pulsing, maybe it was about to explode anyway.

He could barely get it out.

Quick, he cried. Make me come quick. For fuck’s sake Ryan!

I can hardly take any credit. He just blew that very moment, even while he was still saying my name so it came out more like a cry than anything else.

Six weeks of spunk shot out of him. Foolishly I failed to duck and opened my mouth to exclaim and got a load of it on my tonsils. There was another load in my hair, another all over my face, and another which went off at an angle somewhere over my sofa.

Then it blew again, this time all over him, so the hairs on his chest got squirted over, sprinkled and dripping and matted, and his own stubbly face got it bang on the chin.

He howled as he shot and I thought he must be in pain.

At least he seemed to stop and he lay back on the sofa, his chest heaving, his cock waving and dripping, and his eyes tight shut. There was spunk on his lips and he almost seemed to be murmuring a prayer.

Fuck me, I was still fully dressed, with a truncheon in my pants, but heck I was really impressed.

It occurred to me I should take some photos for future reference and did that quickly and discreetly while he was still recovering, out cold, so to speak.

At least he opened his eyes and he grinned with that good set of teeth he had acquired a couple of years before.

Ryan, I love you bro, he said. You are a good man.

I am glad I was here to help, I replied.

Anything I can help with, he said slyly. More like the old Dick.

Well, as you’re here, and your pants are down, you could always fuck me. And you look really well lubricated.

Get on board cowboy, said Dick, you know the way.

So, here we are back to the bit where I am on top of him and he is thrusting into me like fuck, and we are both going to come, and I well and truly lathered his chest with my spunk, and he somehow found a bit more to leave up my arse.

Afterwards he said he was too shy to have a shower with me and I pretended to be offended, but he came out looking and smelling like a new man.

He kissed me on the cheek when the taxi rang from outside and I felt his bristles.

Thanks mate, he said.

He hugged me and perhaps it was my imagination but heck could I feel another thankyou boner from my bro-in-law?

He pulled out of the embrace.

Anytime, I replied, and meant it.

Late that night I got more messages.

Jack texted

Nice one. How did you do it? Must meet up mate, three of us.

 

My sister Jo texted

That bastard is back in business. Better than ever! (There were a number of emojis including an aubergine)

Little Nicky texted

Still wanting coffee?

I replied

Get around here quick and I will give you an effin coffee.

Happy families, happy endings all round.