Dick in Law

Dick shouted out, grunted, grunted again, then suddenly looked sheepish, his cheeks red under the stubble.

Was that OK, he said, catching his breath. Are you OK Ryan?

As he spoke he pulled his big fat dick out of me with another groan, and another bucket of his hot spunk flowed out down my thighs.

Fuckin oops, Ryan, messy me, he said.

It was eight o’clock in the morning and my brother-in-law had just fucked me silly again. Ten minutes before he had turned me over onto my back, spread my legs wide, stuck the poppers under my nose, and fucked me like a hairy young bull in a field, big and roaring.

And here was me exhausted, drenched and dripping with his hot cum again. As if the previous night had not been enough. He was one horny bugger.

I caught my breath too, feeling more than satisfied, then I yawned.

Sure Dick, I said, that was OK. More than OK.

The wet trail my fist had helped shoot all over my chest and stomach showed it was more than OK.

He looked at me like a puppy dog or maybe that young bull with long lashes.

OK Ryan, as long as you’re OK.

He turned away and closed his eyes. Pulling the sheet around him so his hairy body was covered up again and his wilting wet cock was out of sight. I knew he would be asleep and snoring again soon. Was that him done now? Emptied? Sated?

I yawned. What with the hangover and the fucking I was well and truly fucked.

And hey, only yesterday at tea time things had been so different …

My sister Jo was away for a week with her kids, visiting our parents on the West Coast. Dick her husband of nearly ten years could not get the time off from his pressurised office job, or so he said, so he was staying at home.

Invite him round for dinner will you, Jo asked, otherwise he will just eat pizza and stay in the office or the gym all night. At least I will know he is eating properly. You will look after him.

The night I had asked Dick around for dinner was one of the wettest nights of the year, no joke. He arrived late as I knew he would but had planned for and when he turned up at the door, looking sheepish he was soaked. He wore well-tailored suits, always a little tight, and this one was navy blue and sodden. He was too cool to wear a raincoat or carry an umbrella.

Jesus fuck, Ryan he said, let me in bro.

He was unshaven, a couple of days growth. His hair was plastered down. His trendy big specs dripping and blinding him.

He flung his briefcase down in the hall.

Fuck, can I have a shower? Right this minute?

Of course – hand over your suit and I will hang it up near the radiator. I’ll get you something to wear. And what do you want when you are done – a Scotch? Stir-fry coming up soon.

Dick grinned, kicking off his shoes, and letting them lie in a corner.

Ace, he said, already he was pulling off his jacket, tearing of his tie, and unbuttoning his shirt.

Then his belt and his trousers. He was swearing as the sodden navy blue cloth went down with a struggle to his thighs and his ankles.

I stood like a valet, hands out for his discarded clothing.

He was in his white underwear now, all of it moulded to him. A vest with a neck scooped low to show off his hairy pex and longish briefs above his furry knees.

He was at the gym early and late when not at the office, much to my sister’s chagrin, who reminded him he was the father of her kids too. He had clearly been on the sun bed too, topping up that winter holiday they had a couple of months back.

He’d rather be with those tanned boy gym bunnies than with his hot wife, said Jo on more than one occasion. Just as well I know he is straight through and through or I would be worrying, quipped his wife.

I picked up his discarded damp clothes like a servant, even the socks, as he headed towards the shower. I got a good look at his bare brown back as the vest went over his head as he went into the bathroom. I did not see the briefs come down, though he left the door open, I heard the water go on, heard him swear once or twice. Clearly he was enjoying the heat after the cold. He was the kind of guy who sang under the faucet.

I got him some clean clothes, my best loungewear, soft and grey, and laid out a pair of boxers, and a white jockstrap, just in case.

I could hear him moving about once he was out of the shower.

I’ve left some joggers out for you, I shouted. In the spare room. Do not worry they are clean – and designer.

OK bro he shouted back.

I retreated to the kitchen to get on with supper, not too keen to see him wrapped in a towel. Honest. Who am I kidding? I had seen him like that before, he was very casual about nakedness, and it was burned on my retina, there was no need to see it again. Not yet maybe.

When he emerged he was wearing the soft grey sweats, top and bottom, I had laid out. He was a bit bigger built than me, so the joggers were a bit snug. No doubt he knew that his package was very prominent. Fuck, had he left off the boxers? I looked away quick but think I could make out the outline of his dick. Or did he just have a large sausage stuffed down there?

I burst out laughing out of nervousness and he asked what was funny.

There’s beer in the fridge, I said. I had opened the wine and he said he would have whatever I was having. He sure knocked it back.

Hard day at work, I asked.

He grinned and filled up our glasses again.

I need a bit of the old R and R, he said. Shame Jo is away. I need to release a bit of tension, know what I mean. There are some real fuckers in the office, in Head Office I mean, and today has just been one long fuckity fuck … sorry. You know when I get home after a fuckin challenging day I just wanna fuck and fuck and fuck …

I made a face.

Sorry Ryan, was that too much?

You will feel better when you’ve eaten, I ventured.

I served him a stir fry with prawns.

Hey, this is good, he said. I have had pizza three nights in a row since Jo went off to her folks thing, frozen pizza at that, but this is real good. You will make somebody a very good husband some day, and he winked. Soon, I hope.

He always seemed very cool about me being gay. Once or twice he had even gone out drinking to the bars with me. Not my idea. It was after I had broken up with the last bastard.

You can imagine the sort of attention he got with that face and that body, and the guys thought I had been really lucky to get such a hunk. Part of me felt very proud indeed.

What’s he like to fuck, a guy at the bar had asked me last time. Hung?

The bulge in his jeans made no answer necessary.

He was shameless on the dance floor, bumping and grinding and thrusting. A tall black guy had come on to him and he had flirted back till the guy’s boyfriend had come up, and I had to take Dick home and he complained as he had been having such a good time.

Now he was having another bowl of stir-fry and finishing off the wine.

He caught me looking at the empty bottle as he drained his glass.

I am off tomorrow, he said, did n’t I say? I have got a research day whatever the fuck that is. R&R! How about you?

I had compressed hours and was off. How clever was I?

Hey, we can open another bottle then, what you say?

You can stay over if you like, I ventured. It is still fuckin wet out there.

In that single bed in the spare, he asked and guffawed. Who the fuck sleeps in a single bed? A grown man?

Well, I said, I suppose I could give you my double, and take the single …

Fuck off bro, only joking. My size twelves will be sticking out the end of the kid’s bed, but do not worry about me. Hey, open another bottle and I will sleep through anything.

So we did. Dick did a bit of a dance around the living room to the music I was playing – he had asked for Shania Twain. Jesus, his butt was cute and so was the thing bobbing about below his elastic waist.

Then he asked me what channels I had. He said he felt like a bit of action.

I told him it was a bit early for porn, and he laughed. You queers, it is always sex, eh?

 

 

We ate ice cream out of bowls side by side on the sofa and watched a fast thriller, with one of those muscular male stars who either had his tee ripped half off him, or was bare chested most of the time. There was a lot of jumping about and he had a good ass too.

Dick said fuck, he must be in the gym 24 hours a day to get a bod like that.

He lifted up his tee and slapped his hairy stomach. There were quite a few packs there under the fur.

Eh? He your type Ryan?

I laughed. I wish, I said.

There was an interlude where our hero had passionate sex with a very beautiful Chinese woman. Dick made some appreciative sounds during that, especially the bit where she got fucked against the tiling in the bathroom.

Is he taking her up the ass, he said. Jesus fuck. Lucky guy.

Lucky girl, I added.

He laughed out loud. Sure.

We were well on the way with the second bottle by then. I thought I might have to offer him a coffee, but I knew there was another bottle chilling.

He was manspreading and I took a look between his legs. Yup, he seemed to be wearing my best jockstrap and he seemed to be filling it up.  He looked a bit perky in his groin maybe due to that scene in the film and was resting his hand down there too, cradling, not exactly covering.

He caught me looking.

Jesus Ryan – I am sorry. Cannot help myself. Like I said, I need a bit of R&R. Of the sexual variety.

He guffawed.

Missing Jo, he said, you know if we were sitting like this, she usually …

I held up my hand – no need to get explicit about my sister though, OK?

Sure, he nodded. Open another bottle will you bro? I’ve got a thirst on me. All that rain.

I did. I was not reluctant either.

In the film on my huge TV screen the hero was doing something on a ship, soaked to the skin, and his shorts clinging. The music score was deafening. I thought of my neighbours and checked the time.

Jesus, he must have hiking socks stuffed down there, said Dick.

I agreed, or a giant banana. I turned the volume down a bit.

He knocked back the first glass of the new bottle and helped himself to the crisps he had not touched earlier.

You see, he said, out of the blue, during a quiet bit in the film while the plot was being explained, and looking serious, it is like this. I love your sister, do not get me wrong, but sometimes … well sometimes, I wish she would be a bit more … a bit more demonstrative you know. I am a red blooded male Ryan, you know? I like to experiment. Know what I mean? Jo never ever sucks my … you know, cock, screws her face up if I ever suggest it. She is not into hand jobs either, can you believe it? And as for … anal, well forget it. No chance. What do you make of that Ryan – she is your sister after all, any insights?

I swallowed a large mouthful and mumbled something about not being able to comment.

The truth was that Jo had already shared all of that with me. As a gay man she felt she could talk freely about Dick and what he liked in bed, how he performed, the size of his equipment and the amount of spunk he could ejaculate. Jo looked disgusted when she told me how much he shot. No wonder she was wary of blow jobs. And as for the anal… well he was built like one of those family sized bottles of cocky cola apparently. It was a fucking pain even with a lot of lube which is why she had let him do it only maybe twice. And once he was started he could not stop till he had filled her up with all that hot goo. It was, she said, fucking disgusting, excuse my French.

Jo texted Dick just then. He sent her a photo of him making a goofy face.

Then she texted me. Having fun, she asked.

Sure, I replied. I sent her a photo of Dick on the sofa in my joggers.

Hot hubby, she texted back. Hands off.

In the film there was another sex scene, a romantic one this time, with a lot of high class bed linens tastefully arranged to cover the hero’s cock.

Do you think he waxes his arse, asked Dick. Looks like it. Do you do that, bro? Jo says mine is “disgustingly furry”.

He was very good at imitating my sister’s accent.

I laughed.

She says she does not want to hold on to a fuckin bear rug. Wants me to get it all off for her Birthday.

I laughed again.

You’re a man Ryan, what do you think?

He got up.

Here, will you have a look?

I knocked back my glass, and remembered I had another bottle in the cupboard.

Dick turned his back on me and pulled down my joggers so I got a good view of his bare buttocks.  Not as far as the hole though, thank fuck.

Yup, he had a hairy arse. No wonder Jo had comments. Poor Dick liked his arse cheeks being clutched. I bet his hole was a forest.

I quickly snapped a photo for use later.

He turned around and sat down again and I got a good glimpse of his navel and below down almost to the groin, which was of course a forest too. I was surprised my sister had not forced a wax in that department too.

He shook his head.

What can I do Ryan? That waxing is gonna be fucking painful, and you have to keep doing it. I did it for the wedding and hell it was hell. I love Jo, but why can’t she love me just as I am, this is the way I was born.

I laughed. Not born that way, Dick. Were you a hairy baby too, like Elizabeth Taylor? Gorilla baby?

What the fuck? Who is Elizabeth Taylor, do I know her? Was she at school? Jesus, no, since I was about thirteen I suppose. I was always the hairiest guy in the showers.

I bet you were. Poor Dick. Biggest too.

Nah, I came close but Jim Dixon was bigger, you should have seen his willie dangling after rugby …

No Dick I meant your height!

Sorry Ryan, that was too much information, yes?

Now I had an image in my head of a hirsute thirteen year old in the showers with a big swinging dick. I wondered what had happened to Jim Dixon. I had a clear memory of him on the rugby team and Jo cheering for him. A dumb looking fucker. I used to have great wanks about him, when I was n’t having wanks over Dick.  

Hey Ryan, sorry to ask this, but you know, will you mind if I jerk-off when I go to bed? I will try not to make a mess, but you know, sometimes I get a bit over excited you know, and I just fuckin gush … you cool with that? I’ll stick the sheets in the washer tomorrow, honest.

I held up my palm to shut him up.

Sure Dick I said, just don’t make too much noise. Thin walls you know?

Ha ha. Fuck, I am a noisy and messy brother-in-law eh? Coming in here and eating your food, and using your hot water, and drinking your booze and then telling you I am planning to jizz all over your bedsheets and wake up the next door folks!

I’ll get you another towel. Do whatever you have to do on to that.

Thanks bro. Will do.

A grin broke out on his face.

Hey about you put on some porn on that big screen of yours and I sort myself out now, with that towel handy, and no danger to the bedsheets?

Erm, I said. OK, I’ll turn in then, but hey, keep the noise down, not too much moaning eh?

I am more into grunting, said Dick, your sister says I sound like a pig when I’m in the middle of it.

Charming. But I meant the porn.

He was texting my sister.

I am telling Jo how horny I am, he said, and winked. Do you wanna see what I wrote?

That’s OK Dick. No need to share. I am going to turn in now and leave you to it.

Dick looked a bit sly. He held up his phone.

The screen read - Jesus Jo, your bro is hot, reminds me of you. Mebbe I am turning gay.

Fuck off Dick I said. Do not send that. Have some respect.

Or you could just stay Ryan. We could watch some gay porn, then you’d get something out of it, and you can tell me to shut the fuck up if I get too noisy. What about it? Be on hand with the towel to mop up.

I said nothing. Not so much thinking as stunned, but heck, I was really drunk too.

Dick moved along the sofa and patted the cushion pad.

Come on, get over here and get your willie out – and get some really hot hairy man porn on that screen. Oh and get a fresh bottle in here too, maybe it is time for beer. What do you say? And Ryan, tell you what would be very nice, got any poppers handy?

I hesitated.

Chop-chop, he said. We’ve not got all night.

I went to get the beer.

While I was doing that. Dick was very easily finding porn on the internet, no difficulty in finding some of my favourite wank sites.

Hey, will this do, he asked. Interracial hairy daddy twink gangbang with monster cocks. What’s BBC Ryan? Not a TV show is it?

He was manspreading on the sofa when I brought him his beer and pressed play.

Fuck, look at that cock, he said, and fuck look at that one, and fuck look at all of them. Where do they find them?

I guessed he was thinking about an alternative career out of the office.

Turn it down a bit, I said, taking the space beside him.

Aw fuck I like the noise, said Dick, all that grunting and slurping and squealing, but OK, and he turned down the volume.

With his spare hand he reached over and stroked my thigh.

You forgot the poppers? Got any? Make things go with a bang, eh? Jo wont have them in the house.

I nodded and went to fetch them.

I handed over the bottle.

His face lit up.

Is this OK Ryan, you cool with it?

Sure I said, not sure if I was lying.

He left his hand sitting there.

You can take these off, he said, I’m going commando.

He pulled down my joggers – by that I mean the ones he was wearing, and Jesus fuck up popped his semi hard cock in my clean white jockstrap, like some truncheon. What a fuckin monster.

He turned and grinned at me, obviously proud of his displayed manhood.

Go on Ryan, he said, show me. I am curious. You look like your sister in so many ways … but fuck not all ways.

I obeyed. Sighing as if I was reluctant.

I undid my jeans, opened the flies, sat back a bit, then pulled them down a bit, on to my thighs.

I was in briefs. What was in my briefs, standing to attention, was obvious.

Cool Ryan, he said. But are you getting it out? I think my man wants to see yours. Or will I help?

He opened the poppers, took a deep sniff, then handed them over to me.  I declined and he took another sniff.

He grinned.

These make me fuckin horny every time he said. Jo says they make her feel sick.

He reached over, grabbed my briefs and yanked them down. My cock slapped hard against my stomach.

Cool, he repeated. Nothing to be ashamed of.

Said the man whose cock was so much bigger than mine even if not quite as hard at that moment. He had popped out over the elastic of the jocks. A big fat purple knob.

Do you mind if I, he asked, mock polite, and grasped me as if he was going to wank me off. With his other hand he pushed up my tee and ran his fingers over my stomach and up to where my nipples were hard.

Jees Ryan, I think you’re leaking already. Is that the porn or hey, is it me?

He pulled my tee up and completely off. Then did the same with his, so we were both sitting on the sofa, cocks out, trews down and chests bare.

I guess there is only one way this is going, eh Ryan?

He pulled down the jockstrap now and sighed.

That’s better he said.

Fuck me, all of him was out in the open now.

This time I took the poppers when he did.

He winked at me.

May I?

Then he swallowed my cock, not for long, but making a lot of slurpy noises.

Then he stopped and sat back.

Go on Ryan, do your worst.  I think there’s a good bit coming up in this porno now, so I’ll watch that and you see to me down below, eh?

I did my best. Dick’s cock was thick as well as long, the knob was like a light bulb, the slit was dripping like a tap. I choked, could not stop myself.

He liked that.

Don’t stop, keep on, I am gonna fucking gag you I am telling you. Take it all, swallow the big fucker.

I did my best or was it my worse.

Till he swore and declared he was so horny he was gonna cum and he did not want to cum just yet.

Come on, wank me off, but stop when I fuckin say stop, right ?

My face felt hot and red and there were tears streaming from all the gagging, but I liked wanking Dick. He made sounds of pleasure throughout.

Go on he said, if you want to rub me, rub me. I’m not gonna scream.

So, I ran my spare fingers all over his hairy stomach and chest, and bent over to suck his nipples – which like the rest of him, were huge.

Feel my balls, he cried out, so I did. I think my sister would want him to shave those too. They were big heavy hairy things. He liked them being stroked. When I tried to get them in my mouth one by one he just about screamed.

I was as hard as fuck, but he had not tried to wank me again. It was all about him being worshipped and I was more or less happy with that, honest.

Then suddenly he grabbed me.

Come on he groaned, let’s cum together. He spat in his fist.

He went at me furiously. I followed his lead.

It did not last long.

Jesus fuck. The oaths and the groans and the moans and grunts flew out of him, and me too.

Then fuck, he stopped, and he shouted at me to stop too, calling me a cunt.

Then he started again. He did that a few more times. I was edged to fuck.

We had more poppers.

Then he bloody kissed me, tongue on tongue, and I knew this was going to be it, slobbering all over me and swearing and shouting, and working on my cock like a machine, and me trying to keep up on his huge fuckin cock.

And then. Together. We lost it. My eyes were tight shut so I did not see the explosion, fuckin felt it tho. Jesus the jizz flew like a firework, I felt it spattering, heard it landing on my leather sofa, heard Dick shouting out a string of almost impossible oaths as I tried to hold on to his massive exploding flesh rod. He came and he came and he came. As I soon discovered, his spunk had gone all over the place, shot great lengths on to my wooden floor and rugs, up the wall behind us, dripping down, running down his bristly chin and furry chest, hanging on his nipples.

I thought my spunk was taking off the head of my cock – it shot out 4 times or more, great thick white ropes, all over his hairy forearms, all down his hairy thighs. His fist drenched and dripping.

I was shouting too. But not as much as Dick.

 

Things went quiet, apart from the breathing. Semen all over both of us, the sofa and the floor. It was a ridiculous joke of a mess.

No offence, Ryan, but can you let my cock go now, asked Dick, catching his breath. I think I have fuckin stopped cumming now, and it is sore.

I let the thick shaft go and he yowled, sorry I said.

We sat back, the porno was still on. Some lucky guy was taking a series of very well endowed men in hoods and looking very pleased about it.

I knew how he felt.

You’re a fuckin porn star Dick, I mumbled. You really are.

I think we need that towel now, Ryan. And get a fresh one will ya for later, I think we need to go to bed now.

He pressed stop on the porno.

We wont be needing that, will we bro.

He stood up from the sofa, his cock just beginning to go down but not much. His whole front was hair matted and dripping with cum. He looked like a bukkake tribe had passed by.

He shook his head.

What a mess. Ryan, I’ve got a feeling your sister would not approve of all this mess. Don’t worry the next load is going inside you, nice and deep. Come on bro, bedtime.

Oh, nearly forgot, he picked up the poppers from the coffee table, and ran his finger through the long streak of spunk which had hit the bottle as well as the glass top.

He licked his finger and smiled.

Must be yours Ryan.

 …

Clearly I had nodded off again. The sun was well up and over the room. I got up to have a piss and to take some pills for my headache. I made some coffee, padding around in my bare scud, as my underpants were somewhere under the bed I suppose.

I brought him back a cup and a large glass of water in case he was awake.

He was lying back on the pillows, looking remarkably cheerful for a man with what I supposed was a big hangover. The sheet was round about his furry navel. He was texting.

Jo, he mouthed.

He lay the phone down with a sigh.

I’ve told her I give you 10 for hospitality, he grinned. On Fuck-advisor that is.

He looked me up and down. My cock twitched.

He laughed.

Ever thought of teaching me something? Ever thought of fucking a real man? I feel like experimenting this morning. Want to feel something new.

He yawned, running his fingers through the hair on his chest and stomach, then pushing the sheet down so I could see his groin and what standing up there.

I think I could manage it, I said.

My dick was up now for Dick, refreshed and hard.

Looks like you could, he grinned. Go easy, tho, I’m a virgin you know.

He pulled the sheet totally aside and spread his thighs wide, the fucking hot horny gorilla, displaying his hard cock for me.

Yeah, just a virgin. Get the lube and the poppers, eh bro. But hey, on second thoughts, no need to go easy. Is that coffee for me?