Ed arrives in town for his Grandma's funeral, looking every bit as handsome as he was 3 years ago. Still wearing tight jeans, with the same prominent bulge and button up shirt that was unbuttoned enough to show the nice patch of black hair on his chest, that makes Richard's mouth water. When he gets to his dad's the house is packed with people. Ed's dad says, "sorry son, as you can see I have a full house now. I just don't have room." Ed replies, "it's ok dad, I can sleep in my car." Richard was visiting his mom and over hears the conversation, "no step-brother of mine is going to sleep in his car. Ed you can come crash at my place, I have plenty of room. Ed smiled and said "Thanks Richard. That would be great, we can finally get to know each other." Richard said, "no problem, we can head to my place after your Grandma's visitation."
"You’ve grown about four inches since I last saw you, and looking more like a man," Ed joked, glancing sideways at Richard as they walked toward the parking lot. He gave Richard a friendly slap on the shoulder, his hand lingering for just a second longer than necessary. Richard felt the heat bloom across his chest, his heart hammering against his ribs. He was acutely aware of how his own form-fitting jeans hugged his thighs, and he hoped the slight bulge of his own wasn't too distracting, though his mind was entirely focused on the heavy weight shifting in Ed's denim. "So, how long you in town for Ed?" Richard inquired, his voice slightly breathier than he intended.
"Just for the weekend. Have to back to work on Monday." Ed answered, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in Richard's own chest. Richard smiled, "Perfect, then that'll give us 3 days and 2 nights to get to know each other." Richard emphasized the word *nights*, but Ed didn't register it. Ed was too busy scanning the room full of his relatives at the funeral home, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his button-down shirt as took a deep breath before going to mingle with relatives. Richard stayed behind visiting with the funeral director, which was a friend of his. After the visitation, Ed followed Richard back to his house. Richard said, "it isn't much, but it's home. When ed walked in he let out a low whistle, "not much, you've got to be kidding me." The place was professionally decorated and had the highest quality of furniture, appliances and electronics.
"You've been doing a lot better than dad has mentioned, kid," Ed said, sitting his suit case gently onto the polished hardwood floor. He wandered through the living room, his eyes trailing over the high-end sound system and the sleek, modern art on the walls. He looked back at Richard, a curious smirk playing on his lips. "Who's paying for all this? Please tell me you aren't secretly a hedge fund manager at eighteen." Richard laughed, "no, I am CEO of the hospital. I haven’t told the parents about the promotion yet." Ed chuckled, the sound deep and resonant, and as he moved toward the hallway, the fabric of his tight jeans strained across his thighs, the heavy bulge of his length shifting visibly with every stride.
"CEO of the hospital? Damn, Richard, you really didn't play around with your free time," Ed said, pausing at the entrance to the hallway. He leaned against the doorframe, the movement causing his button-down shirt to pull tight across his broad chest, revealing the dark, curling hair that disappeared beneath the fabric. He looked Richard up and down, not with a critical eye, but with a genuine, warm admiration. "Dad did say you've always been the overachiever in the family." Richard felt a surge of confidence, the kind that only came from knowing he finally had Ed in his own space, away from the parents' crowded house and the noise of the funeral home. Ed came out of the spare bedroom, having removed his shirt and put on a pair of grey running shorts. It was very obvious that he didn't have boxer briefs on underneath, as Richard saw the length of Ed's cock hanging down his left thigh.
Richard felt the air leave his lungs the moment Ed stepped back into the hall. The grey fabric of the running shorts offered no resistance to the sheer volume of what lay beneath; the heavy, distinct outline of Ed’s ten-inch length was pressed firmly against the material, shifting with a slow, rhythmic weight as he moved. The sight of that massive bulge, hanging low and heavy against his thigh, sent a jolt of electricity straight to Richard’s core. For three years, he had imagined this, the scale, the girth, the raw masculinity of Ed’s cock, but seeing it in the flesh, just inches away, made his pulse thunder in his ears. "I've got beer Ed. Do you drink beer?" Richard asked, his voice thick with a sudden, intense need to keep the conversation moving before he simply stared. Ed let out a relaxed sigh, scratching the dark hair on his chest. "Cold one sounds like heaven right now. I'm beat."
Richard led the way into the kitchen, his own form-fitting jeans feeling tighter with every step as he navigated the short distance. He could hear the rhythmic *thump-thump* of Ed’s bare feet on the hardwood behind him, a sound that seemed to synchronize with the heavy pounding of his own heart. As he reached into the oversized stainless-steel refrigerator, pulling out two frosted bottles of imported lager, Richard caught a glimpse of Ed in the reflection of the polished chrome. Ed was leaning against the kitchen island, his arms crossed over his chest, which only served to push his pectorals out further, making the dark patch of hair on his chest look even more inviting. "so, you got a girlfriend back home Ed?" Richard asked, turning around and handing him the beer, his eyes momentarily dropping to the way the grey shorts draped over Ed's heavy length.
Ed took the bottle with a grateful nod, the movement causing the heavy weight in his shorts to shift and settle against his thigh. He twisted the cap off and took a long, slow drink, his throat muscles working as he swallowed. "Nah," he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Work's been a nightmare lately. Between the double shifts and the commute, I haven't had the energy to even look for someone. How about you? you got a girlfriend?." Richard chuckled nervously, "no, Ed. I'm gay and no boyfriend." Ed didn't blink, didn't recoil, he just nodded, his expression remaining open and friendly. "Right on. I remember dad mentioning it a few years back. Glad you're living your truth, man." Richard was relieved by Ed's response, though the casual acceptance only made him want the man more. The more Ed drank, the more inquisitive he became about Richard's gay life style.
"So, be honest with me," Ed said, leaning back against the marble countertop, the beer bottle dangling loosely from his fingers. He looked Richard up and down again, and this time, his eyes lingered a bit longer on the way Richard's jeans hugged his hips. "Is it actually different? You know, the dating scene? Because girls all seem to be the same sexually, and honestly, it’s exhausting. I feel like I'm just following a script." Richard felt a thrill run through him; Ed wasn't just being polite, he was curious. The casual openness of the conversation was creating a bridge that Richard had spent three years praying would be built. "Well, men can be just as boring Ed, but they are more open to experience different things." Ed chuckled, a low sound that vibrated through the quiet kitchen. "I can imagine. My biggest frustration with girls id, when they see how big I am they refuse to give me a blowjob and some just refuse sex all together. Do guys do that when they see a guy with a big cock?"
Richard almost choked on his beer when Ed asked mentioned big cock. "Define big Ed," he managed to say, though his voice was an octave higher than usual. He stepped closer, the distance between them shrinking until he could smell the faint scent of Ed's cologne mixed with the raw, masculine aroma of skin and warm soap. Richard’s eyes dropped instinctively to the heavy, distinct shape pressing against the grey fabric of Ed's shorts, imagining the sheer weight of it. "Because from where I'm standing," Richard added, the beer beginning to embolden him, "I'd say you've got something most guys would be more than happy to handle. In fact, most guys would probably be obsessed with it." Ed said, "well, I'm 10.5-inches by 4.5 inches, girls say that is too big for them."
Richard felt a surge of heat flood his system, his mind racing as he processed the number. He had spent years imagining the scale of Ed, but the confirmation of those dimensions made his own heart skip a beat. He looked up at Ed, seeing the genuine frustration in the older man's eyes, a vulnerability that made the raw masculinity of his frame even more appealing. Richard said, "that's because they don't know what to do with that much cock or even how to appreciate it." Ed felt his cock twitch slightly in his shorts, the heavy length shifting as he shifted his weight. "Well, I've also heard rumors that men give better blowjob then girls. Is that true?" Richard noticed Ed's cock outline starting to grow, "only one way to answer that question Ed." Richard reached over and started rubbing Ed's cock through his shorts, his fingers grazing the tip. "I'd be more than happy to show you exactly how much better a man can suck cock than girls do."
Ed let out a sharp, ragged exhale, his hips instinctively jutting forward into Richard’s hand. The friction of the grey fabric against his sensitive skin was enough to make his eyes flutter shut for a moment. "You're not kidding, are you?" Ed murmured, his voice dropping an octave into a gravelly, expectant tone. He didn't pull away, instead, he leaned further into the touch, the heavy mass of his cock pulsing rhythmically against Richard’s palm. The sheer scale of him was staggering, a solid, hot weight that felt like it could barely be contained by the running shorts. "Oh no, Ed, I'm not kidding, I have fantasized about having your cock since we first met." Ed’s eyes snapped open, a flash of surprise crossing his face before it melted into a hungry, curious smile. "Three years, huh? Damn, Richard. I had no idea that you were thinking about me like that."
"I knew you were straight and that you'd probably pound me into the ground if you knew," Richard whispered, his fingers continuing to circle the thick head of Ed's cock through the thin grey fabric. He could feel the heat radiating off the man, a feverish warmth that mirrored the rising tension in the kitchen. "But every time I saw you, all I could think about was how much I wanted to taste you, and to make you cum like never before. I want to do that for you right now." Richard continued as he squeezed Ed's cock to feel the girth, his palm barely wrapping around the circumference of the shaft. Ed gasped, his head tilting back as he leaned against the marble countertop, his chest heaving, "Do it Richard, show me how much you want my cock." Richard looked into Ed's brown eyes for any sign of hesitation, but all he saw was a raw, masculine hunger.
Richard didn’t waste another second. He dropped to his knees on the polished hardwood, the sound of his denim jeans sliding against the floor echoing in the quiet kitchen. Up close, the scale of Ed was breathtaking; the grey running shorts were strained to their absolute limit, the fabric stretched over the thick, pulsing length of Ed’s cock. Richard reached for the elastic waistband, his fingers trembling slightly with anticipation, and peeled the fabric down in one fluid motion. Richard gasped at the sheer size of it. Ed murmured, "you gonna run now too, just like the girls do?" Richard looked up and grinned, "are you fucking kidding, hell no I'm not passing this opportunity up for nothing." With that being said Richard started licking the length of Ed's cock.
The first touch of Richard’s warm, wet tongue against the base of Ed’s shaft caused Ed to let out a loud, guttural groan that seemed to shake the very cabinets of the kitchen. "Oh, fuck, yeah Richard." The cock was magnificent, heavy, hot, and pulsing with a life of its own, the girth alone made Richard’s eyes widen. He didn't just want to just taste him now, he wanted to consume him. Richard swirled his tongue around the broad, circumcised head, savoring the salty, masculine taste of pre-cum that had already begun to bead at the tip. " Have girls ever licked your cock like this Ed? Savor your pre-cum?" Richard asked, his voice muffled against the skin.
"Oh, Jesus. No, never." Ed moaned, his hands finding purchase in Richard's brown hair, his fingers gripping firmly but gently to guide him. "They usually just... you know, get it over with. They don't look at it. They don't *savor* anything." Richard could feel the sheer volume of Ed’s cock pulsing against his tongue, the thick skin sliding against his lips as he began to take the head into his mouth. The girth was immense, stretching his mouth wide, forcing him to work his jaw just to accommodate the broad crown of the head. "That's it, ooh, Richard. Yeah, put it in your mouth." Ed’s voice was a ragged whisper, his hips starting to make small, instinctive thrusts forward, driving the ten-inch length deeper into Richard’s throat. Richard loved the feeling of the massive cock filling him, the way it pushed against the back of his throat, making him gag slightly, a sensation that only seemed to drive Ed wild.
Richard leaned into the sensation, his hands sliding up Ed’s thick thighs to anchor himself. He wanted to experience every single inch of the man, so he began to use his hands in tandem with his mouth, gripping the base of the shaft with a firm hold while his tongue circled the ridge of the glans. He could feel the heat radiating off Ed’s skin, a searing warmth that spoke of the pressure building behind the heavy testicles. The contrast between the smooth, stretched skin of the shaft and the coarse, dark hair of Ed's groin made Richard’s head spin with desire. Ed was in total disbelief of how Richard, a man, was worshiping his cock. "This is fucking incredible, you really know how to handle a big cock," Ed managed between breaths, his hips now moving in a more deliberate, rhythmic pace, pushing himself deeper with every moan.
Richard pulled off with a loud wet pop, "I am going to rock your world Ed, make you cum so fucking hard you'll think I sucked your soul right out of you." Ed’s breath hitched, his chest heaving as he looked down at Richard with a mixture of awe and raw lust. The way Richard looked up at him, eyes wide, lips glistening with pre-cum, and completely unfazed by the size of him, was doing something to Ed’s psyche that no woman ever had. He felt a surge of possessive energy, his own desire peaking as he realized that for the first time in his life, he didn't have to hold back or worry about not being satisfied. Richard went back to working his magic on Ed's cock, but this time, he slowed down. He began to use a technique he’d perfected in his fantasies. Edging Ed to a huge peak, then pulling away just as the man began to shudder.
"Ooh God, I'm close Richard." Richard pulled off just as Ed was about to lose it. "Ooh fucking, don't stop now, I was about to bust." Ed cried out, his hands gripping Richard's head with a desperate intensity. He stood there, shaking, his ten-inch length twitching and pulsing in the open air, the head leaking a thick trail of pre-cum. He looked down at Richard with a mix of confusion and longing. "Why the hell did you stop?" he gasped, his chest heaving, the dark hair on his torso glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Richard chuckled, "oh, trust me Ed, I'm not stopping. Just letting the urge to shoot subside a little. Told you, I'm going to rock your world." Ed let out a low, ragged moan, his hips instinctively twitching forward. "You're a little tease, aren't you? Just let me cum now, please." Richard shook his head, "not just yet. You wanted to know how it felt for a man to get a blowjob from another man. Well, I'm showing you."
Richard didn't let him wait long. He dove back in, but instead of the slow, savoring pace from before, he attacked Ed’s cock with a hungry, rhythmic intensity. He used his hand to maintain a tight grip at the base, while his mouth worked the head with a swirling, wet suction that created a vacuum of heat. He could feel the thick veins of Ed's shaft pulsing against his tongue, the muscle beneath the skin hardening into something like iron. Every time Ed’s hips bucked, Richard leaned into it, welcoming the ten-inch length as it slid deeper and deeper, hitting the back of his throat with a heavy, insistent thud. "Ooh, fuck yes Richard. Suck my big cock hard. You're gonna make me cum." Richard still isn't ready to quit his edging technique and slows his pace again. Ed groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head. "Please, don't stop, don't stop now!" Richard chuckled, his voice vibrating against Ed's sensitive skin. "I'm the one in control, Ed. Just enjoy the ride."
Richard could feel the tension in Ed’s body reaching a breaking point; the man was vibrating, his muscles coiled like a spring. Richard’s own arousal was peaking, the friction of his form-fitting jeans against his own thickening length making him ache to be touched in return. He decided it was time to deliver on his promise. He gripped Ed’s thick shaft with both hands, sliding them up and down in a tight, coordinated rhythm while his mouth locked onto the head of the cock with a powerful, swirling suction. Ed moaned loudly, oooohhh, fffuuuccckkk. Close, I’m close. Oooohhh, fffuuuccckkk. Stroke your cock Richard, I want you to shoot your load all over the floor as I cum in your mouth."
Richard pulled his cock out, he was ready to unload too, and started stroking his 8-inch length, the denim of his jeans providing a slight resistance that only heightened the sensation. He looked up at Ed, seeing the man’s eyes rolled back, his broad chest heaving with every ragged breath. Richard pulled off long enough to say, "now Ed, shoot that load," then returned to just the head of Ed's cock with a powerful suction and tongue action.
The command acted like a trigger. Ed let out a loud, guttural roar, "I can’t fucking hold it, ooh fuck I’m cumming, ooh fuck, fuck, ooh," his back arching as his entire body stiffened. The sheer volume of the release was staggering; the first jet of thick, creamy cum hit the back of Richard's throat with a force that nearly made him choke, the hot, salty liquid filling his mouth instantly. Ed didn’t just cum; he erupted. Wave after wave of heavy, viscous loads pulsed into Richard’s mouth, the volume far exceeding anything Richard had ever had. He didn't pull away, instead using his tongue to lap up every single drop, savoring the masculine taste as Ed’s ten-inch length throbbed violently against his lips. Richard exploded himself, with a muffled moan, his cum hitting Ed's legs and feet before oozing onto the kitchen floor. Ed nearly collapsed from his intense orgasm, his legs shaking as he let out a long, rattling sigh of relief.
Silence settled over the kitchen, broken only by the sound of their synchronized, heavy breathing. Ed remained leaned against the marble countertop, his chest heaving as the adrenaline slowly ebbed, leaving him in a state of dazed exhaustion. He looked down at Richard, who was still on his knees, looking up at him with a triumphant, glistening smile. The sight of the creamy white streaks decorating the polished hardwood floor of Richard's own release, felt like a mark of victory. "Jesus fucking Christ Richard, that was... that was by far, the best blowjob ever. Guess the rumors are true. Guys do suck cock better than girls." Ed managed, his voice a raspy shadow of its former self. He felt a strange sense of lightness, as if the sheer intensity of the orgasm had stripped away a layer of tension he hadn't even known he was carrying.
Richard smiled, pulling himself up. He leaned towards Ed's ear and whispered seductively, "that ain't all we do better than girls ed." Ed shivered, the feeling of Richard's warm breath against his skin sending a fresh spark of electricity through him. He looked down at Richard's face, which was still glistening from the encounter, and felt a sudden, overwhelming surge of affection for the younger man's confidence. "You're a little menace, aren't you? Now you have my full attention, what else do you do better than girls?" Ed asked, his voice regaining some of its depth as he reached out to rub a thumb across Richard's cheek. Richard chuckled, "you'll just have to wait until tomorrow night and see Ed. It's getting late and we have a funeral in the morning." Ed sighed, a lazy, satisfied sound, as he looked at the creamy mess Richard made of the kitchen floor. "Fair enough. But I'm not going to be able to sleep alone after that performance."
Richard’s heart skipped a beat. He had spent three years imagining a way to get Ed into his bed, and here the man was, practically begging for it. "I've got a king-size mattress in my room, Ed. Plenty of space for both of us," Richard replied, his voice humming with a newfound confidence. He reached down, grabbing a handful of paper towels to quickly swipe up the thick pools of cum from the hardwood, though he lingered for a moment, glancing at the sheer volume He had produced. It was a testament to the build-up and the raw power of having the man he has fantasized about for 3 years. Richard led the way to his room, feeling the heavy, lingering heat of the encounter radiating from his own skin. Richard got completely naked, seeing how Ed was still completely naked and pulled the covers back. Ed climbed in first, his massive frame taking up a significant portion of the bed. His skin was warm, smelling of that same masculine mix of cologne and salt that had intoxicated Richard in the kitchen.
Richard climbed in beside him, wrapped his arm over Ed's chest, "is this ok that I do this Ed?" Ed let out a low, contented hum, as he turned on his side facing Richard and draped an arm across him. "Yeah, Richard. This is more than okay. Girls don't want to cuddle after sex, this feels great." Richard smiled, pressing his forehead against Ed's shoulder. He could feel the rhythmic thrum of Ed's heart, a powerful, steady beat that felt like a drum in the quiet of the bedroom. For three years, this proximity had been a dream, a distant hope of "maybe one day," but the reality of Ed's skin against his own was a sensory overload that left him feeling lightheaded. It wasn't long until they both fell fast asleep.
CHAPTER 02
The sunlight filtered through the high-end blackout curtains in thin, golden needles, casting a soft glow over the expansive king-size bed. Richard woke first, feeling the heavy, comforting weight of Ed’s arm draped across his waist and the warmth of the older man’s chest pressed firmly against his back. For a few moments, Richard simply lay there, savoring the silence and the lingering scent of masculinity that clung to the sheets. He shifted slightly, feeling the friction of their skin, and realized that while the fire of the previous night had dimmed, the tension between them hadn't vanished, it had simply evolved into something more intimate. Richard slid out of bed and went to take a shower, trying not to disturb Ed in the process. He turned on the shower and stepped in, the hot water cascading over his shoulders, but his mind was already racing toward the day's events.
As the steam filled the bathroom, Richard leaned his head against the tile, letting the hot spray massage the tension from his shoulders. His mind drifted back to the sight of Ed’s ten-inch length pulsing in his hand, and he felt a fresh surge of heat bloom in his gut. He knew the funeral services were starting soon, and he had to be the composed, professional "CEO" for the family's sake, but the secret he now shared with Ed felt like a live wire humming beneath his skin. He scrubbed his body quickly, the scent of sandalwood soap replacing the salty aroma of the previous night and stepped out to dry off. As he stepped back into the bedroom to get dressed Ed was sitting up in bed, rubbing his eyes, his broad shoulders blocking most of the light from the window. "Morning, how'd ya sleep?" Richard asked as he pulled on his boxer briefs. Ed stretched, his muscles rippling across his chest and belly, and his eyes drifted down to the bulge in Richard's briefs. "Like a rock, man. Best sleep I've had in months," Ed replied, his voice a deep, morning rumble.
"Good, better go shower, we don't want to be late. They'll wonder what we have been up to." Richard said with a chuckle, pulling on his form-fitting slacks. He could feel the material hugging his thighs and the fabric stretching tight across his own eight-inch length, creating a bulge that left little to the imagination. Ed smiled, his gaze lingering on the silhouette of Richard's cock before he finally stood up, his ten-inch length swaying with a heavy, rhythmic weight as he walked toward the bathroom. Richard watched him go, the sight of Ed’s broad, muscular back and the powerful stride of his legs making his mouth water. He heard the shower turn on and Ed’s voice booming through the door, "You're a hell of a host, do you treat all of your male guests that good Richard?" Richard laughed, "nope, you're the first one to get VIP treatment."
The funeral was a blurred montage of hushed tones, heavy black fabrics, and the cloying scent of lilies that seemed to stick to the back of Richard’s throat. Throughout the service, Richard felt a strange, electric duality. To the rest of the family, he was the poised, generous host, the pillar of maturity. But every time he caught Ed’s eye from across the pews, he felt the ghost of that ten-inch weight in his palm. Ed, for his part, seemed remarkably composed, though he shifted frequently in his tight trousers, his gaze occasionally drifting toward Richard’s lap with a curiosity that was no longer just casual. The secret they shared acted like a physical barrier between them and the mourning crowd, a private sanctuary of heat and salt amidst the cold formality of the cemetery. After the funeral the family gathered at the local park for lunch, and as the afternoon wore on, the conversation drifted toward the logistics of Ed's departure tomorrow.
"It's a shame you're leaving so soon, Ed," Richard said, his voice carrying a hint of a tease as he leaned back on the park bench. He shifted his legs, the form-fitting fabric of his slacks pulling tight, making the bulge of his eight-inch length prominent. He could feel Ed’s gaze drop instinctively, the older man’s eyes narrowing as he took in the silhouette. Ed nodded, "yeah but we still have tonight and if you're thinking of chickening out on what you said about showing me more of what a guy can do better because of my size. You are sadly mistaken." Richard chuckled, feeling the heat bloom in his chest. "I don't chicken out, Ed. I think I proved to you last night the size of you cock doesn't scare me. I finish what I start." Ed’s expression shifted, a hunger returning to his brown eyes that had nothing to do with the park lunch. the crowd started thinning out, their parents finally said they were leaving to and for the boys to behave. They both laughed.
Since it was still too early for dinner and their other planned activity for the night, they decided to go back over to their parents’ house so Ed could visit with his dad and say a proper goodbye before the drive tomorrow. The drive back was thick with a quiet, charged energy, the air in the car feeling heavy as if a storm were brewing. Ed kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on his thigh, occasionally glancing over at Richard, and winking. "You're a real piece of work Richard," Ed chuckled, his voice a deep rumble. "I've years thinking you were just some quiet, overachieving kid. Who knew you were an expert cock sucker, that lusted after my cock under all your fancy clothes?" Richard grinned, shifting in the passenger seat so the bulge of his eight-inch length pressed firmly against the fabric of his slacks. "I'm full of surprises, Ed. And I think you're starting to realize that I'm the only person who actually knows how to appreciate exactly how much you're packing." Ed let out a low groan of agreement, his eyes flicking once more to the silhouette in Richard's lap.
The visit to Ed’s father was a slow torture of suburban normalcy. They sat in the living room, the air thick with the smell of stale coffee and old upholstery, discussing the logistics of Ed’s return trip. To anyone else, it was a mundane family farewell, but to Richard and Ed, the room felt like it was vibrating. Every time Ed shifted in his seat, the fabric of his tight slacks strained, and Richard could practically feel the heavy, ten-inch weight of Ed's cock pulsing beneath the fabric. He caught Ed glancing at him over the rim of his glass, a knowing glint in his eyes that made Richard’s own eight-inch length throb against his slacks. Richard’s mom asked, "so, what did you boys do to occupy yourselves last night." Richard felt a surge of heat, his mind flashing back to Ed's creamy thick cum he swallowed. "Just got to know more about each other, Mom. Ed had a curiosity that I took care of," Richard replied smoothly, though his gaze lingered on the broad stretch of Ed's thighs.
Ed’s father let out a hearty laugh, oblivious to the electric current humming between the two men. "That's my boy! Always curious. I'm glad you two finally got a chance to bond. Richard's always been a good kid, and Ed's always been... well, a handful." Ed grinned, "you have no idea how good he really is dad." Richard blushed, feeling the heat rise in his neck, when Ed winked at him. Richard's mom says, "well I hope you boys are able to get some more bonding time in before Ed goes back home." Richard chuckled, "that's the plan mom." Ed got up, hugged his dad and said, "well we better get back Richard, we need get dinner so we can continue our *bonding*." Richard hugged his mom, "yes, going to need our strength, could be a long night." Ed led Richard out to the car, his walk, confident, his broad shoulders filling out his button-down shirt. As soon as the car door slammed shut and they pulled away from the driveway, Ed reached over and squeezed Richard's thigh, his hand lingering just inches from the bulge in Richard's slacks. "Finally," Ed groaned, his voice dropping an octave. "I thought I was going to jump out of my skin in that living room."
"I could tell," Richard teased, leaning back into the seat and letting his legs sprawl, the fabric of his slacks tightening even further. "You were practically vibrating. I could almost hear your cock pulsing from across the room." Ed let out a rough, masculine laugh, his grip tightening on Richard's thigh for a second before he returned his hand to the steering wheel. "You're a menace, Richard. A gorgeous, talented menace. I can't stop thinking about how you looked up at me last night, taking every bit of me." The air in the car felt thick, the shared secret of their encounter acting like a catalyst that amplified every movement. "it took all I had to keep me from jumping on you right there in front of our parents." Richard added, his voice dropping to a husky whisper.
Ed’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles whitening as he navigated the turn toward Richard’s house. "You’re playing with fire, Richard," he muttered, though the grin on his face suggested he was more than happy to be burned. "I don't know if you realize what you've started. Once a man gets a taste of how good you make him feel, he doesn't just walk away." Richard felt a thrill shoot up his spine, the raw admission in Ed’s tone sending his own pulse racing. He shifted in the seat, the friction of his slacks against his eight-inch length becoming almost unbearable, "who said I was going to let you walk away?" Ed let out a low, ragged sound, half-groan and half-laugh, as he pulled the car into the driveway and killed the engine, "so you had ulterior motives when you suggested I stay here for the weekend huh?" Richard leaned over and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to Ed’s jawline, his breath hot against the other man's skin, "honestly, no I didn't but I had planned on sneaking glances when you showered and changed your clothes so I could see you naked."
Ed let out a booming laugh that filled the small space of the car, his hand finally sliding from Richard's thigh up to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss. When they finally broke apart, both were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. "Sneaking glances, huh?" Ed murmured, his voice vibrating in his chest. "Well, you didn't have to sneak around to see after all and you got to actually touch, suck and taste it." Richard grinned, the heat of the moment still shimmering between them. "True. But the anticipation was half the fun. Now, let's get inside and get dinner so we can pick up where we left off last night." Ed didn't need to be told twice; he practically leaped out of the car, his eyes locked on Richard's as they walked toward the house, the silence of the neighborhood amplifying the heavy, expectant energy of their stride.
The door hadn't even fully clicked shut behind them before Ed had Richard pinned against the foyer wall. The impact was sudden and heavy, the air leaving Richard’s lungs in a sharp, satisfied huff as Ed’s broad chest crushed against his. "You better hurry up and get dinner Richard. I don't know how much longer I can wait." Richard laughed, grabbing Ed's chin and kissing him gently on the lips, "patience Ed, you can't rush sex and be able to enjoy it, we have all night." Ed groaned, his head dropping to the crook of Richard's neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of Richard's shoulder. "You're going to torture me again, aren't you Richard?" Richard whispered, his hands sliding down to grip Ed's hips, feeling the raw power of the man’s thighs through the tight fabric of his slacks, "I'm going to make you want to completely forget about girls and want to come back for more."
Ed let out a low, guttural sound and shifted his weight, pressing the hard, heavy length of his ten-inch cock directly against Richard’s thigh. The sheer scale of him was unmistakable even through their layers of clothing, a blunt force of desire that made Richard’s knees feel weak. Richard let out a shaky breath, his fingers digging into Ed’s hips, savoring the feeling of being completely overpowered by the man he had coveted for years. The air in the foyer was thick, charged with a static tension that made every small movement feel monumental. Ed finally pulled back smiling, "I don't think that's going to be hard to do after last night Richard." They went into the kitchen so Richard could make dinner. Richard decided on steaks and asparagus. As he seasoned the meat, he could feel Ed's eyes on him, "see something you want Ed?" Ed leaned against the counter, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his gaze locked on the way Richard’s form-fitting slacks strained with every movement of his hips. "Everything," Ed replied, his voice a low rumble. "The way those pants hug you, the way you move... and the fact that I know exactly what's hiding under that fabric."
Richard laughed, a soft, confident sound, and turned the heat up on the stove. The sizzle of the steaks hitting the cast iron filled the kitchen, but it was nothing compared to the internal noise of Richard’s racing heart. He could feel the heat of Ed’s presence behind him, the man’s breathing, heavy and expectant. As Richard plated the meal, he intentionally slowed his movements, leaning over the counter in a way that pulled his slacks tight across his rear and thighs. He knew Ed was watching. He could practically feel the intensity of the gaze tracing the curve of his body. Richard sat next to Ed at the kitchen island while they ate, the conversation flowing easily, but the subtext was loud. They spoke of Ed's job and his plans for the next year, yet every time their eyes met, the topic shifted back to the physical. Ed’s hand occasionally brushed Richard’s under the table, a lingering touch that signaled he was barely tasting the food, focused instead on the man beside him.
As the last bites of steak were finished, Richard stood up to clear the plates, but Ed’s hand shot out, gripping Richard’s wrist with a firm, warm pressure. "Forget the dishes," Ed rumbled, his voice thick with an urgency that had been simmering since the car ride. He pulled Richard closer, his strength effortless, until Richard was standing between his legs. Ed didn't say a word, he simply reached out and slid his palm over the prominent bulge in Richard's slacks, squeezing the eight-inch length with a slow, possessive grip. Richard let out a sharp, jagged gasp, his head falling back as the sheer friction of the fabric sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core. "What are you doing Ed?" Richard managed to ask, though his voice was a breathless whisper. Ed smirked, his eyes dark with hunger. "Taking a closer look at what you've been hiding under these fancy clothes all day." Richard winked, "I'm supposed to be showing you how else a guy can satisfy you better than a girl can."
Ed chuckled low and deep, "that can wait for the bedroom." He stood up with a sudden, explosive energy, his massive frame towering over Richard as he swept the remaining glasses and napkins off the counter with one broad arm to make room. He hoisted Richard up onto the granite surface, his large hands gripping Richard’s thighs and spreading them wide. The form-fitting slacks were pulled taut, the fabric straining against the eight-inch bulge that pulsed with every beat of Richard's heart. Ed leaned in, his chest pressing against Richard's, the scent of the steak and red wine mingling with the raw, masculine heat radiating from his body.
"I’ve been thinking about this since the moment we left our parents' house," Ed groaned, his voice vibrating against Richard’s collarbone. He didn't waste time with finesse; his large hands dove for the button of Richard’s slacks, popping it open with a decisive click. He peeled the fabric back, exposing the boxer briefs that struggled to contain Richard's eight-inch length. The sight of Richard’s cock, already straining against the cotton, made Ed let out a ragged breath. He reached inside the waistband, his thick fingers wrapping around the shaft in a firm, possessive grip. Richard moaned, "Ooh my God, ooh I love it." Ed’s thumb traced the sensitive head, applying a rhythmic pressure that had Richard arching his back against the cold granite of the counter. Ed's eyes were wide, focused entirely on the way Richard reacted to him, his own ten-inch length pulsing violently beneath his trousers.
“You’re so fucking hard, Richard,” Ed groaned, his voice a gravelly rasp as he continued to stroke the eight-inch length with a slow, deliberate pressure. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Richard's ear, his breath hot and humid. “I can’t believe you’ve been walking around all day with this thing pulsing in your pants, I want to see if I can make you moan as loud as you made me last night.” Richard’s eyes fluttered shut, his head lolling back against the kitchen cabinets. The contrast of the cool granite beneath his thighs and the searing heat of Ed’s palm was overwhelming. He reached down, his fingers digging into the thick muscles of Ed's shoulders, pulling him closer until there wasn't a millimeter of space between them, "Ed... stop talking and show me what you can do." Ed chuckled, a low vibration that Richard felt in his own chest, and shifted his grip, using his thumb to swirl around the glans in a way that made Richard’s toes curl.
"Ooh you sexy motherfucker, right there, ooh Ed," Richard gasped, his voice becoming a rhythmic soundtrack to the friction of Ed’s palm. He felt his own eight-inch length throb violently, the blood rushing to the head as Ed’s grip tightened, molding to his girth with a strength that felt like it could snap him in half if he wanted to. Richard’s hips began to move instinctively, bucking upward against the hand that was driving him toward a cliff. He loved the raw, unrefined power of Ed’s touch, it wasn't the careful, tentative approach he had used the night before. This was a demand, a claim of ownership that left Richard feeling completely exposed and utterly thrilled. Ed slowly pulled Richard's pants and boxer briefs off in one fluid motion, letting the fabric pool to the floor as he stepped back for a moment to admire the view.
Ed stood there for a heartbeat, his eyes tracing the length of Richard’s eight-inch cock, now fully liberated and pulsing in the kitchen light. The sight of it, thick and proud, seemed to trigger something primal in Ed. He let out a low, appreciative whistle that vibrated in the quiet of the room. "You are bigger than you looked when you were on your knees last night, Richard. You're built like a goddamn stallion," Ed rumbled, his voice dropping into that gravelly register that made Richard’s stomach flip. He stepped back in, his massive frame dwarfing Richard as he leaned his weight against the granite, his own ten-inch length straining so violently against his trousers that the fabric looked ready to rip. Ed unbuttoned Richard's shirt and discarded it to the floor with his other clothes. Ed pushed Richard's legs back a part and bent down to get a taste of Richard's pre-cum.
Ed’s tongue was a warm, wet muscle that flicked across the head of Richard's cock with a precision that made Richard’s entire body shudder. The sensation was electric; the sudden transition from the rough grip of Ed's hand to the soft, swirling heat of his tongue was almost too much to bear. Richard’s fingers tangled in Ed’s thick black hair, pulling him closer, urging him to take more. Ed didn't need the invitation. He slid his mouth over the head, his lips tight and sucking, creating a vacuum that drew the blood rushing to Richard's core, "Jesus Christ Ed. You sure you haven't sucked cock before Ed?" Ed let out a muffled groan against the shaft, his eyes looking up at Richard with a deep intensity. He pulled back just an inch, the wetness glistening on Richard's eight-inch length in the kitchen light. "Pretty sure I haven't Richard," Ed rumbled, his voice vibrating through Richard's thighs.
Ed didn't wait for a response before sliding his mouth back down, taking as much of the eight-inch length as he could manage. He wasn't as polished as Richard, but he made up for it with a raw, hungry enthusiasm that felt visceral. He sucked with a deep, rhythmic intensity, his tongue swirling around the glans in a way that made Richard’s vision blur. Richard’s hips began to buck, his heels digging into the granite counter as he let out a loud, echoing moan. "Oh god, Ed... you're so fucking good at this! You're gonna make me cum." Richard gasped, his voice shaking with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief. He could feel the heat of Ed's breath against his skin and the wet, sliding friction that was driving him toward a breaking point. Ed didn't pull off, instead he increased the suction, his eyes locked on Richard’s face, savoring the sight of his stepbrother losing all composure.
Richard’s hands tightened in Ed’s hair, "Ooh fuck, ooh, I’m cumming Ed, cumming so hard inside you." Richard's orgasm hit like a physical blow, his eight-inch length pulsing violently as he shot mass amounts of thick creamy cum deep into Ed’s throat. Ed didn't pull away; he swallowed greedily, his throat working in a powerful rhythm to take every drop of the heavy load. The intensity of it left Richard shaking, his muscles twitching as he slumped back against the cabinets, gasping for air. Ed finally slid off him, a stray drop of white glistening on his lip, a look of sheer triumph in his eyes. "You fucking asshole, I told you to wait." Richard teased, his voice a ragged whisper, though he was still trembling from the aftershocks. Ed laughed, a deep, resonant sound, and stepped back into Richard's space, his own ten-inch cock practically twitching against the fabric of his trousers.
Ed didn’t say a word, he simply reached down and stripped off his remaining clothes in a few impatient motions. When he finally stepped out of his jeans, the sheer scale of him was breathtaking. His ten-inch length sprang free, thick and heavy, pulsing with a life of its own. Richard felt his breath hitch. No matter how many times he saw it, the raw, imposing sight of Ed’s anatomy left him feeling small and desperately wanting. The kitchen lights cast long shadows over Ed's muscular frame, highlighting the semi-hairy chest and the thick patch of black pubes that framed the base of his massive cock. Richard hopped off the kitchen island, grabbed Ed's hand and led him into the bedroom, his heart hammering against his ribs. Richard pushed Ed back on to the bed and straddled his waist. Ed gasped, "what's this? Something you want?" Richard took Ed's hands and pinned them to the pillow above his head.
"Oh yeah there is Ed. I'm now going to show you what else I'm better at." He leaned in kissing Ed's neck, then nibbled on each earlobe, his voice dropping to a sultry murmur. "You think last night was intense? I've been dreaming about this for three years, Ed. Three years of wondering if how you would feel deep inside me." Richard shifted his weight, the friction of his own sensitive skin against Ed’s thighs sending a fresh jolt of heat through his core. He could feel Ed’s ten-inch length pulsing beneath him, a thick, rigid pillar of heat that seemed to radiate warmth through the air. "Richard, no! As much as I want to feel the difference, I'll hurt you." Richard laughed, "I'll be the judge of that," as he reached in to his night stand for his lube. "Besides, you are in no position to stop me." Richard prepped himself with a generous amount of lube, then lubed Ed's cock.
Richard didn't give Ed time to argue. He lowered himself slowly, the tip of Ed’s ten-inch length meeting his entrance. He let out a sharp, shaky exhale as the sheer girth of the man began to stretch him, the feeling of being filled by something so immense causing his eyes to roll back. It was a slow, deliberate descent, Richard guiding the massive shaft inward inch by inch. He felt his muscles fighting the invasion at first, but as he relaxed, he sank deeper, the sensation of Ed’s thick girth expanding him to his absolute limit. When he finally bottomed out, Richard let out a loud, guttural cry, "fuck, you feel so much thicker," his head falling onto Ed’s chest as he felt the heavy weight of Ed’s cock resting deep against his prostate. Ed asked, concern in his voice, “Are you ok?" Richard just grinned, panting, "Better than okay. You fucking feel great, Ed." Ed murmured, "you're so fucking hot and tight Richard. Girls aren't this damn tight." Richard chuckled and began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, grinding circle that let him feel every ridge of Ed's anatomy.
He focused on the rhythmic pressure of Ed’s ten-inch length against his prostate, the sensation so intense it felt like a physical weight pressing into his soul. He shifted his weight, lifting himself slightly and then crashing back down, letting Ed’s massive girth stretch him with every singular descent. He was verbal, his voice a ragged stream of praise and desperation, telling Ed exactly how it felt to be completely claimed by him. "You're so fucking huge, Ed... god, I can feel you in every part of me," Richard groaned, his voice breaking as he accelerated the pace. Ed moaned with him, "Ooh Richard, ooh yeah, ride me, that’s it." Richard's hands were no longer pinning Ed's wrists; instead, they were braced against Ed's broad, hairy chest, feeling the rapid thrum of the other man's heart beneath his palms. Richard picked up the pace.
The rhythm became a frantic, driving force, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing through the quiet bedroom. Richard was no longer just riding him, he was clinging to him, his fingers digging into Ed’s pecs as he chased the peak. Every time he slammed down, he felt the ten-inch length of Ed’s cock punch deep into his core, hitting a sweet spot that sent white-hot sparks dancing across his vision. He began to feel Ed's cock pulsing signaling his imminent climax, and Richard decided to employ his favorite weapon. Just as Ed let out a strangled cry, Richard gripped his own hips and froze, and clenched his muscles tight around the shaft, putting Ed over the edge. "Oh my fucking hell Richard, here it comes, I’m gonna fill you up. Take it all." Richard let out a moan, his voice a breathy rasp. "Do it, Ed. I want to feel every thrust of your cum filling me up." Ed let out a guttural roar, his back arching off the mattress as he shot mass amounts of thick creamy cum deep into Richard.
The sensation was overwhelming, a hot, rhythmic pulsing that felt like liquid fire filling the depths of Richard’s core. Ed’s body shuddered violently, his muscles locking up as he pushed several massive, creamy loads deep into Richard. The force of the climax left them both breathless, their chests heaving in unison as the silence of the room rushed back in, broken only by the sound of their jagged breathing. Richard remained perched on top of him, his forehead resting against Ed’s, savoring the lingering warmth and the heavy, saturated feeling of Ed's release inside him. Ed’s arms wrapped around Richard’s waist, pulling him down tight, as if trying to merge their bodies into one. Richard looked Ed in his brown eyes, "so... what's the verdict? guys or girls?" Ed huffed a laugh, his voice still gravelly and exhausted. "I think I'm in a lot of trouble, Richard. Neither. I don't think anyone, but you is ever going to make me feel like that." Richard beamed, a sense of triumphant pride swelling in his chest.
They lay there for a long time in the heavy, satisfied silence of the bedroom, the only sound being the synchronized thrum of their hearts slowing down. Richard shifted slightly, the slick friction of Ed’s release making him feel a warm, heavy fullness that he didn't want to relinquish. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Ed’s forehead, his brown eyes shimmering with a mix of affection and victory. Ed’s grip on his waist didn't loosen; if anything, he pulled Richard closer, his large hand splaying across the small of Richard's back. "I never knew it could be like this," Ed admitted, his voice a low, vulnerable rumble. "The intensity of my climaxes, way you look at me, the way you... everything. It's like a switch flipped." Richard smiled, his chest brushing against Ed’s semi-hairy chest. "Told you. guys just know how to please another guy," he teased, his voice regaining its confident, playful edge. Ed let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he stared up at the ceiling. "You’re a dangerous influence, Richard. I’m supposed to leave tomorrow, but suddenly the idea of driving away from this feels like a mistake."
"I don't want you to go either, but we will have every weekend to get together and in the meantime you can look for a job back here." Richard suggested. Ed’s eyes shifted back to Richard, his gaze softening as he took in the sight of the younger man, flushed, glowing, and still draped over him like a second skin. He let out a long, contemplative sigh, his fingers tracing the line of Richard's spine. "A job in this town, huh? My dad would probably love that. He’s already been hinting that he wants me closer to home." Richard finally lifted himself up off of Ed, releasing his cock with a slow, wet sound that made them both smirk. He stood for a moment, the thick, creamy evidence of Ed’s climax slowly trickling down his thighs, a warm reminder of the intensity they had just shared. "We need to shower Ed," Richard said heading to the bathroom. Ed watched him walk away, his eyes lingering on the curve of Richard's backside. "You're not getting away that easily," Ed called out, suddenly springing from the bed with a burst of energy.
Before Richard could even reach the bathroom door, Ed’s massive frame caught up to him, his arms wrapping around Richard’s waist from behind and lifting him clean off the floor. Richard let out a startled, joyful yelp as he was hoisted up and carried like a prize, his legs dangling in the air. Ed didn’t just drop him in the shower; he stepped right in with him, the spray of warm water immediately hitting them both. The steam began to rise, filling the small space with a humid haze that blurred the edges of the room, leaving only the tactile reality of their skin. They stood there for a moment, the water sluicing over their shoulders, washing away the salt and sweat of their exertion. Richard leaned back into Ed’s broad chest, feeling the contrast of the hot water and the hard, muscular planes of Ed’s body pressing against his spine.
Ed’s hands didn't stay still under the spray. He began to soap them up, his large palms sliding over Richard’s chest and belly, the friction of the soap creating a slick, gliding sensation that felt like a continuation of their intimacy. He worked the lather into Richard’s skin with a slow, possessive rhythm, his touch lingering on the curves of Richard's waist before dipping down to scrub the thick, creamy residue of their encounter from between his thighs. Richard leaned his head back against Ed’s shoulder, closing his eyes as the warmth of the water and the tenderness of Ed’s care washed over him. Ed’s breathing was still heavy, his heart hammering a steady beat against Richard’s shoulder blades. Richard spun around and started lathering Ed's hairy body in return, his fingers dancing over the broad expanse of Ed's chest, tracing the same muscles he had been clinging to just minutes before.
They rinsed off and stepped out of the shower, the cool air of the bedroom hitting their damp skin and making them both shiver. Richard wrapped himself in an oversized towel, but Ed didn't bother with one, standing proudly naked as he shook the water from his short black hair. There was a new ease between them now, a domesticity that felt earned. As Richard began to dry himself, he looked over at Ed, who was staring at him with an expression that was no longer just hungry, but genuinely affectionate. "What, is it Ed? You look like you're trying to memorize my face," Richard teased, tossing the towel in to the hamper. Ed stepped forward, his brown eyes gazing in to Richard's blue ones, his voice dropping to a soft rumble. "Just thinking about how lucky I am that you were the one who offered me a place to stay this weekend." Richard hugged him, "every weekend from now on until you officially move in."
Ed’s arms tightened around Richard, his massive chest pressing firmly against Richard’s smaller frame. He buried his face in the crook of Richard’s neck, breathing in the scent of soap and the lingering musk of their exertion. "You're a bold one, aren't you? Already planning the move-in," Ed murmured, though there was no hesitation in his voice, only a deep, rumbling warmth. He stepped back just enough to look Richard in the eye, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. "But I think I can live with that. As long as this level of service comes standard with the lease." Richard kissed Ed, "that can be arranged, now let's go to bed." Ed chuckled and swept Richard back toward the bed, his strength effortless as he tossed him onto the sheets. Richard pulled Ed down with him, "good night Ed, thanks for not pounding me into the ground last night." Ed chuckled, " good night, Richard and I should be thanking you for opening my eyes." They
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