Rehabilitating my Brother in Law

It started innocently enough, well as innocently as a gay man and a straight man having sex together could.

My sister married Josh after a relatively short period, none of us were surprised, both of them were in their 30s and both wanted to settle down and start a family. Alex, my sister, had been in a long term relationship since she finished uni but for some reason things never seemed to quite ‘click’ with her and her ex. When they eventually split Alex seemed to be relieved although daunted by the idea of being in her 30s, single and with the biological clock ticking. Her and Josh met online and things quickly progressed. He worked for a good company and her as a nurse, they quickly decided to buy a house together since they were both in the fortunate position of already being on the housing ladder. They sold up and moved into a typical suburban house with four bedrooms, space for his and hers cars on the drive and a well-manicured garden. From my perspective it was all just a bit 2.4 family but they seemed happy.

Despite Alex and me being close I’d not really met Josh all that much. There was the occasional Sunday lunch around our parent’s house which we all attended. He was always friendly, although not overly chatty and clearly a little uncomfortable around my sometimes overly affectionate mother who seemed desperate to welcome another member to the family. Nevertheless, we bonded over a mutual love of cars, although stopped short of hanging out/talking outside of family events. Josh was a good-looking guy, a fact that I’d immediately clocked on our very first meet. Standing around 5’11 he was well toned but not overly bulky and struck the perfect balance between filling out all his shirts with large biceps, rounded pecs and a nice narrow waste. He was also quite hairy which gave him a rugged sexy look. He always wore well fitted clothes that accentuated his build without making it too obvious that he was wanting to impress. Despite my best attempts I couldn’t work out what was going on in the crotch department, things always seemed well strapped down if he wore anything that would typically give the game away and I started to wonder if maybe there just wasn’t much to show there.

I’d always been the loveable rogue in the family, I’d come out in my teens to my parents complete lack of reaction. Apparently, they knew when I used to sing Liberty X songs at the top of my voice in my bedroom. I was fortunate, both loved me no matter what and made it clear all they wanted for me was to be happy and love/be loved by whoever made me happy. They are both doctors and Alex decided to go into nursing after school. My parents desperately wanted one of us to follow in their foot steps and become a GP but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it when I saw how stressed and busy their lives were. Instead, I decided to train as an occupational therapist and eventually I set up my own clinic specialising in sports rehabilitation services. I’d made a good life for myself with an incredible house overlooking the Thames in London and I had a variety of cars parked on the drive. Despite all of this I couldn’t find anyone who made me wanted to settle down, I was a perpetual bachelor and I loved it. I kept myself in shape thanks to a variety of sports, a personal trainer and my parents teaching the benefits of a healthy relationship with food, “everything in moderation Sam” they used to say. I stood a healthy 6’2, dirty blond hair, green eyes and a killer smile (so I’ve been told). My best feature was my bum, I paid special attention to it and all the work I put in really paid off.

As the years ticked by, things remained much the same. Alex and Josh got married and shortly after Alex got pregnant and I became an uncle. My nephew was the apple of my eye and I doted on that little super star far more than I should. When I’d arrive at Alex and Josh’s place he’d come bursting out the door shouting uncle Sammy!! He was incredibly cute, and I loved every second of it. The more time I spent there doing uncle duties the closer Josh and I became. It was a slow process, but I started to understand what made the man tick. I helped with some tips about rehabilitating muscles post work out and Josh put on a little more mass. He looked incredible and as we grew closer, I couldn’t ignore the feelings I started to have towards him. Don’t get me wrong, I tried to fight them, but I couldn’t help it. He was a great dad and doting husband, funny (after you got to know him) and drop dead gorgeous.

A few years later my niece arrived and it was a whirlwind. She was completely different to her brother and really tested Alex and Josh, they were struggling with sleep, Harry, my nephew started to act out as he was no longer getting as much attention and things seemed to go down hill quickly. Separately Alex and Josh arrived on my doorstep broken, telling me they’d be fighting and asking if they could stay the night. It was one of those nights which Josh revealed they’d not had sex for months. He’d had too much to drink and once the cork had popped he couldn’t stop himself. As it turned out Molly, my niece had made it completely impossible for them to have any time alone. When they did get some time, one or both of them were too tired to do anything but separately it was driving a wedge into the relationship. On and on he went, telling me about how he’d started jacking off in his office to relieve himself where he wouldn’t be heard and how he just desperately wanted to reconnect with Alex.

Call me a terrible person but as he described his newfound method of release, I couldn’t help but spring a raging boner. The thought of him jacking off made my mouth water and my cock throb in my PJs. I always went commando when in my PJs so it was obvious to anyone who looked that I was tenting badly, and the growing wet spot would only confirm it further. Josh seemed to eventually talk himself out and then announced he would go and crash in my spare bedroom. He stood up too quickly and swayed dangerously towards my coffee table, I sprung up and caught him. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug. Suddenly I found myself in a position it’d spent countless hours dreaming about. He suddenly let out a giggle and whispered, “happy to see me Sammy?” as he ground he crotch into my throbbing erection. He then let go and sauntered off into the spare room. I was left reeling in the lounge, what had just happened I thought to myself.

My cock eventually broke me out of my stupor, and I wondered off to my bedroom, ripped my clothes of and jacked off. My mind full of images of all the things I wished I could do to that handsome man lying asleep in the room next door. I finally let rip with an enormous load which sprayed over my abs and coating the headboard. I’ve always been a shooter, but never have I cum like that, it felt like my balls were being pulled out of my body. I lay there totally spent and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up anxious, wondering how much Josh would remember. I wondered into the kitchen to find him slumped over the kitchen island sipping a cup of coffee and seemingly lost in his thoughts. From this angle I could see he was topless displaying his incredible chest covered in a light dusting of hair. I’d seen him topless before but never in my house when he’d stayed. I cleared my throat and he looked up and gave me a weary smile. “My head is pounding, what did we drink last night?”.

“We, I think you mean, what didn’t YOU drink” I replied.

I made myself a cup of coffee, walked around the island to sit next to him and suddenly saw he was just sat there in his black Ted Baker boxers. Never in all the time I’ve known Josh had he just lounged around in his underwear. My head was spinning and Josh saw me looking, he gave me a shrug and said “I forgot my PJs”. He suddenly downed his coffee and said “I need to get going Sam, best get back to Alex and the kids” and with that he sauntered out of the room leaving me breathless gazing as his perfect back and fantastic arse. I couldn’t help but be confused, he clearly knew I was hard last night after all of his revelations and the next morning he was just wondering around in his pants. What was going on and why now?

Things eventually settled down in the Baker family and Josh and Alex’s overnight visits became fewer and fewer until they stopped altogether. I couldn’t help but feel disappointed, my heart ached for the time I got to spend with Josh and I worried that my obvious display towards him put him off seeing me again. He was never around and was always busy if I suggested a drink, coming up with a variety of excuses which ranged from the vaguely plausible to the ridiculous. After a few months I gave up, pissed that I was clearly being fobbed off. I eventually just started visiting whilst Josh was at work to see Harry and Molly without the need to cross paths.

Around the same time, I met Rob, he was a client of mine who I really hit it off with. He was kind, funny, smart, charming and gorgeous. My parents loved him and life was great, we had 6 months of travel, fun, laughter and incredible sex. I thought I could safely say I was over Josh, until I got ‘that’ text. At 11pm on the 1st of November I got a text from my sister saying “Josh has been admitted to hospital”, those six words seemed to suck all the air out of my lungs and I collapsed on the sofa. Rob came rushing in having seen me collapse asking what was wrong. It was a good minute before I regained enough exposure to talk again.

“I have to go, Josh is in hospital and Alex needs me”. I didn’t actually know that, but my parents were working the night shift and so wouldn’t be available to look after the kids and Josh’s parents lived too far away to be helpful. I panic packed some clothes, threw them in the back of my car and sped off leaving Rob. On the 30 minute drive to the hospital I completely catastrophised the situation, was Josh dying, would I get to say anything to him, what did I actually want to say? I arrived in a complete flap and eventually found my sister in one of the wards waiting. As it turned out he had been taken into emergency surgery. She slowly filled me in on the situation which had apparently been slowly developing over the last few months. She’d tried desperately to get him to see a doctor but he was too stubborn to visit, typical heterosexual male I thought!

Eventually Josh was wheeled out of surgery, Alex spoke to the doctors who were confident he would make a full recovery and I took the kids home to get them into bed. Eventually Alex arrived home, clearly exhausted and emotionally spent. She filled me in on the latest updates and I sent her off to bed. The following day she once again headed off to the hospital and I stayed at home to try and keep some normality for the kids and avoid them panicking too much. Alex arrived home in the afternoon and asked if I would go in to see Josh. “I’m sure he would like to see you, it’s been months and he’s said he never gets to hang out now you’ve met Rob”. Well, that’s bullshit I thought, “he’s the one who ignored me”.

An hour later I walked into the ward and found Josh lying in bed sleeping. He looked… terrible - pale and dishevelled. I sat down next to him quietly and watched him sleep for a while. He was covered in tubes and monitors, I already knew he was on an IV drip for pain management but it was scary to see someone who was so fit and healthy suddenly reduced to this. Around 20 minutes later, he woke whilst I was flicking through my messages from Rob. “Hey Sammy”, I looked up to be greeted with a thin smile, “hey” I replied. “You scared me” I said. “Mmm I scared myself too” he replied trying to smile a little more.

“How are you doing, can I get you anything?”

“Just some water please”

I sprung up and helped him lift the glass and straw to his mouth, I could see him wincing and gripping his stomach as he drank. He was clearly in pain and it was breaking my heart, I’d have done anything in that moment to take away the pain he was feeling. Shortly after the ward doctor arrived to check on him. I couldn’t help but stare as the doctor removed the covers and the dressings covering Josh’s now bare stomach. They must have had to shave him for the operation so the bandages would stick. Josh grimaced throughout the whole thing and the doctor called for the nurse to come and increase his pain meds before she replaced the dressings. He then proceeded to explain that his rehabilitation process would be long and involved as they’d had to damage so much of his abdominal muscles during the surgery. He would also not be able to eat solid foods for some time which would likely result in further weight loss.

In all, Josh spent a week in hospital before he was finally discharged, it was a relief to see him up and about again but it was clear the path to recovery would be long and involved. Alex spent the first two weeks tending to him as best she could whilst also trying to keep their lives together. It quickly became apparent that despite the progress Josh was making, the home environment wasn’t the best place for him. His parents offered to look after him but being based in Scotland didn’t work and would prevent him from seeing Harry and Molly regularly, my parents also offered but their shift patterns meant they wouldn’t be able to help him consistently. Finally, everyone’s eyes fell on me, I was reluctant as the feelings I felt for him before had been coming back to the surface recently and to complicate matters Rob had just agreed to move in with me.

My parents sealed the deal when they ‘helpfully’ suggested that my training in sports injuries and background as an occupational therapist meant that I was also best placed to help Josh recover physically. At that point I couldn’t say no, after all, what reason would I have for saying no? Two days later I was helping Josh out of my car, stupidly I had taken totally the wrong car to pick him up, my Porsche was far too low and only when we got him in it did I realise that getting him out was going to be a problem. With some difficulty I managed to wrap my arms around his chest and hauled him out, only to find ourselves back in the same position as when he’d muttered those words in his drunken state. My cock throbbed at the memory, but I managed to keep myself under control.

I showed him to his room and helped him unpack his stuff into the wardrobe and chest of draws. Rob appeared that afternoon to say hi and to pick up some of his stuff. He’d agreed to move back into his old place to give Josh and I more room. I’d had mixed feelings about asking him to do it, on one hand I would miss him but the desire to be left alone with Josh was overwhelming.

The first week went by quickly and fairly uneventfully, but our relationship started to return with an easy relaxed nature in the evenings. As his body started to recover we began to work on rehabilitating his chest and stomach. It was important for me to see his torso during the exercises so I could monitor his progress but also check for any side effects from going too fast too quickly. As Josh worked out under my always eager gaze I saw his wound begin to flush, I instinctively reached out and ran my hands across his stomach using my fingers to probe it to check for any excessive pain. As my fingers made contact with his skin it was as if he’d been shocked, he gasped and his whole stomach tensed. I realised that this was the first time I’d ever physically touched him outside of the occasional hug. I could feel the hair under my finger tips beginning to return. Josh slowly relaxed and allowed me to knead his wound.

After all the years I was finally touching the object of so many fantasies and I couldn’t have been more excited. After far longer than necessary and not willing to risk the semi which was slowly growing down my leg becoming too obvious, I withdrew my hand. I glanced at his face and noticed his eyes were slightly glazed and his cheeks flushed. I also couldn’t help but notice his crotch seemed significantly fuller than I’d ever seen it before.

As Josh struggled initially with daily tasks, I’d agreed to take on all the chores which included doing the laundry. This was, I’ll admit, orchestrated deliberately as it gave me an opportunity to get up and close with all of Josh’s clothes including his underwear. Over the last week or so I’d noticed that there were clear signs of him leaking precum into them and following our work out the day before the volume of precum had significantly increased. Clearly Josh was horny, this made perfect sense given it had probably been at least a month, since he’d had sex, probably longer. This made my mind go into overdrive, he must have chronic blue balls, but why wouldn’t he just jack off?

Following my first experience of touching Josh, I’d made it my mission that this would become a daily occurrence. As his chest began to recover following his exercises I enjoyed it more and more, I began to get bolder allowing my hands to run over his now almost healed wound as well as the remainder of his toned chest. His hair had almost grown back now apart from the area around his scar which gave him an even sexier air. As my fingers grazed over his skin I moved up and over the edge of his pec where one of his perfect nipples lay nestled. As my fingertip brushed over the tip, I heard him gasp and his whole body shuddered. I looked up to see him staring at me with a mix of anger and lust. Neither of us moved but we locked eyes as I continued my exploration. Eventually I looked down and could see the bulge in his shorts ever so slightly twitching as it strained against his boxers and shorts.

With that I stepped away, but Josh remained rooted to the spot, chest heaving and eyes flashing with almost animal lust. We made our way back out to my car and headed home from the studio. Neither of us spoke but I could feel the tension radiating off his body. He was clearly wound up, but I wasn’t sure if it was just anger directed at me or if there was something more going on underneath the surface. As we walked through the front door he headed upstairs and shortly after I heard the shower running whilst I downed a glass of water. My phone pinged in my pocket, looking at the screen I felt a stab of guilt as I saw a message from Rob asking how the session went. As I tapped out a reply, I heard the shower turn off and the tell tale sound of a heavy body hitting the bed. That was followed by the sound of Josh talking to someone. I assumed it was probably Alex he was speaking to and curiosity got the best of me.

“Babe it’s been so long…”

“Why can’t you just come here for a night, leave the kids at your mum and dad’s….”

“Please, I really need this, the doctor says I’ll be fine and Josh is happy with my progress…”

“I don’t understand why you’re being so difficult about it, it’s been so long for both of us”

By now I’d guessed what the conversation was about, Josh was horny and wanted to get laid, but it seemed like Alex wasn’t going to put out. She’d visited with the kids but Josh wasn’t allowed to drive so unless I gave him a lift he was stuck with me and at my house.

“You know I don’t like doing it by myself, plus Josh would hear me and that’s weird… please”

He was begging now but it obviously wasn’t working.

“Fine, suit yourself” he said with a suddenly uncharacteristic flair of anger, and I heard him slam what I assumed was his phone down on his bed.

I tiptoed down to my room and took a long hot shower. As the water and soap cascaded down my chest, over my abs and down my cock I couldn’t help but remember how his body felt under my touch. The downy soft fur covering his chiselled muscles felt incredible. The way he gasped as I grazed his nipple with my finger. My cock rapidly rose to attention and I started to slowly jack myself off as thoughts of what I’d like to do to him swirled around in my mind. I felt my balls begin to tighten as my orgasm approached. Then a sudden idea popped into my head, if Josh can’t get off then neither will I. At the last minute I let go of my shaft, tugged my balls gently and just managed to avoid spraying the wall of the shower with one of my big loads. My cock was angry as it pulsated and my balls were churning but I managed to hold off.

That evening we sat in and watched a film. I’d noticed that Josh was getting more and more comfortable around me, but perhaps that confidence was more about seeking some attention. It was clear he wasn’t getting any attention from my sister so maybe a little attention from me was what he needed. As he sat on the sofa opposite me in just his boxers I decided to test my theory.

“Hey, I think these sessions are really starting to pay off, you’re definitely building some muscle mass back up”  I said.

Josh turned to look at me, paused then replied “yeah? You think so, I definitely feel stronger again”

“Definitely, I can see your muscles working more than before and you’re beginning to see the definition returning” I said.

“Thanks mate, do you think I’ll be able to get back to where I was before my operation?”

“I don’t see why not, you’re dedicated and are improving every day… Alex is a lucky lady” I’m not sure why I added that last bit.

“Yeah… thanks” I could see a cloud pass over his face, they clearly hadn’t spoken since earlier and it must have been playing on his mind.

“Well I think you look great mate. Your chest used to be incredible and with work we’ll get you looking just as good again”

I could see the compliment build him up. He straightened up and I could see him flexing, but he was also rubbing his stomach where his scar was.

“What’s up” I asked watching his hand tracing the scar.

“It’s nothing, I just feel a bit tender there today, would… would you mind feeling it to make sure you think it’s ok?” Josh’s voice tailed off as he asked the question clearly unsure of himself.

“Yeah, come here and I’ll have a feel”

Josh stood up and crossed the room. “Should I sit?” he asked.

“No stay standing”.

I spun my legs off the sofa and sat up. My sofas were low, so despite our height difference my face was about level with his belly button. I reached my hand out and lightly touched his scar, he gasped “sorry, cold hands” I muttered. Josh just grunted but I watched the hair on his chest prickle and stand to attention. As I kneaded his scar, I watched his chest rise and fall with ragged breaths. I felt around his scar probing his abs but felt nothing unusual.

“Your fine Josh” I said huskily.

“What about everywhere else?” he said barely audible. “Can you check the rest, like earlier”?

“Sure” I replied.

My hands began venturing over the rest of his chest. My fingers followed the peaks and valleys of his abs, still not as pronounced as they used to be but enough to put most men to shame. As my fingers travelled upwards, I came again to the curve of his pecs. I missed his nipples deliberately, allowing them to slide between my splayed fingers. His chest hair was thicker as you travelled higher and my fingers dug through it with a pleasing scratching noise. As I dug my fingers into his pecs I glanced down at his crotch, I could see his shaft slowly growing across his thigh. As my fingers travelled down again, I deliberately reduced the pressure and glided them over his nipples, catching the pert nubs with my nails. Josh’s legs trembled and I watched his cock surge in his underwear followed by a sudden gush of precum which soaked into the light grey material. My eyes were now fixed on his throbbing erection which must have been a good 8 inches and looked nice and thick. My hands continued downwards bumping over each ab in turn. I took a brief detour and rubbed over his belly button before my wrist bumped into his throbbing shaft. It was like he was jolted out of a trance.

“Thanks, I’m going to bed” was all he said as he suddenly spun around and practically sprinted out of the lounge.

I sat there practically panting having felt like I’d just spent the last 5 minutes not breathing. My cock ached, even angrier now thanks to me failing to shoot my load earlier. Something was clearly happening with Josh, that was initiated by him, he wanted it, but as soon as I accidentally made contact with his cock it was like it suddenly overwhelmed him and he realised what he was doing. I turned off the TV and wondered upstairs. Josh’s light was off but a paused by his door trying to hear if he was jacking off, wondering what was going through his mind at that moment.

I crashed onto my bed, my cock still achingly hard wondering what I should do. I wanted to barge in and pin him down and ride him till he couldn’t take anymore but Rob and Alex were involved. This wasn’t just some random hook-up this was my life, my family. I drifted off to a restless sleep with images of riding Josh’s thick cock flashing through my mind.

Morning came and I was still a wreck, I’d not slept and was wrestling with conflicting emotions. I stopped by Josh’s room on the way down to ask if he had any washing that needed doing. As it turned out he was already in the shower and I tracked down what I wanted to find. His underwear from yesterday. Scrunched in a pile near the ensuite door were his clothes and on top were the same light grey boxers he wore yesterday. I snatched them up and my hand immediately felt it, the dampness. I held them up and see the stains spread across the inside where this leaking cock had poured precum out since yesterday. He was clearly in need of release and it was at that moment my mind was made up. I wanted him, he wanted it despite trying to stop himself and it was going to happen today.

Once we were both up and dressed and we’d finished off our collective work emails I announced that today as going to be different. We wouldn’t be working on building muscle and strength training, we were going to focus on rehabilitating the muscle we’d worked so hard over the last few weeks to build. I was going to give Josh a massage. As I announced that, I thought I saw him fidget and his expression changed to one of almost panic. It had been a long time since I massaged someone, but I also knew this wasn’t really about the massage this was about getting what I had wanted for so long.

I had already set up the table in my bedroom, it was a proper table and I knew it would comfortably support two big. “Can you go up to my bedroom, strip off all your clothes, lie face down and cover yourself with the towel. I’m going to heat up the oil and I’ll be in with you in a minute or two.” I said.

“Is it necessary for me to be naked? Surely, I can be in my boxers!?” Phil replied with an anxious tone.

“No, this will be a full body massage and they’ll only get in the way” I replied as calmly as I could muster.

My stomach was a twisted knot of excitement and trepidation. If everything worked out as I hoped it would, we’d be crossing a line that would be impossible to ignore. Phil headed off upstairs and I heard the table creaking as he positioned himself. Would he really go through with it I wondered. 30 seconds later I was stood in my bedroom doorway gazing in amazement at Josh’s body, barely covered by the tiny towel I’d deliberately picked out.

Josh gave a nervous cough as he sensed me standing there. “This ok? The towel is pretty small” he said huskily. I could hear and sense how nervous he felt. I wondered if he knew what I had planned.

“Yes, perfect, are you comfortable?” I asked.

“Erm, yeah, I guess” came his answer.

I moved next to the massage table and silently slipped off my underwear having already ditched most of my clothes downstairs. My cock was already heading towards full mast just seeing him lying there. I poured some of the oil between my hands and applied it to his shoulders. At my touch I felt him immediately tense but as I worked his shoulders, I could feel his muscles starting to melt like butter. I increased the pressure on his shoulder, working his neck staying in what he would probably consider ‘safe’ zones to get him to relax into my touch.

Gradually my hands started making larger circles across his shoulder blades. I could feel considerable tension on his left side and began to apply some significant pressure. I could hear the gentle grunts from the head hole as I worked on releasing the tension which had clearly built there. I repeated the process on the other shoulder before moving up and down his spine letting my fingers curl around his side whilst using my thumbs to feel for any kinks in his spine. I eased off ready to move to another area of his beautiful body.

Pouring more oil into my hands I went to work on his calves. I hadn’t appreciated how defined they were. Josh was no upper body specialist, he made sure his body was completely in proportion. Feeling the muscle mass between my hands only added to my excitement. The power and strength this man exuded was almost overwhelming. Working at the foot end of the table also gave me the opportunity to cast my eye up to his bum which was slowly being further exposed by the tiny towel. I focused my attention on one leg and pulled them further apart. I suddenly caught a glimpse of his sizeable balls lying nestled between his thick thighs. My mouth watered and by this time my cock was leaking a steady stream of precum. I was leaving visible puddles on the floor whenever I stood in one place for any prolonged period.

As I moved further up his leg and began to focus on this mans thick thighs, I started to notice some very soft and very occasional moans slipping from between Josh’s lips. My hands glided beautifully over his muscles, digging my fingers into his thick muscles getting closer and closer to his heavy balls. My fingers made one final pass, with my pinky finger I pushed the towel so it completely exposed one side of his arse. My middle finger dropped low enough to graze over one of his balls. I was rewarded with a low rumble from deep in Josh’s chest. I swapped over to the other leg and repeated the same treatment. Starting low and gradually moving further and further. I did the same trick with my pinky and the towel fell to the floor.

Neither of us said anything other than Josh letting out another deep growl as I pushed harder into his balls this time. Sliding my hands away from his legs I returned them to his back but this time I walked around so my crotch was level with the head hole. I had briefly thought about pushing my cock down and slipping it under the table edge but I thought better of it. Instead, I stood so I was just a little bit away from the table. Up and down my hands slipped along his back, each time I bent forwards my cock would throb and seep out another thick stream of precum. I don’t think I’d ever been so turned on.

“I think the oil bottle is leaking Sam” croaked Josh

I looked down to see the puddle on the floor was gradually getting bigger and bigger.

“it’s not oil Josh”

“Oh….” Was all he croaked out.

Right, time to work your front over now I said quietly.

“Erm, right, er, could we, erm, it just feels… I’ve not… it’s been so long since…” Josh was stuttering and stammering and he couldn’t have been more adorable.

“Don’t worry, it happens to loads of guys” I replied flatly.

Slowly Josh began to spin over. Finally, finally I got to see him in all his glory. There spread in front of me was quite literally the man of my dreams. I gasped as I caught sight of one of the most beautiful dicks I’ve ever seen. Stood arrow straight, pulsing in time to his rapid heart beat was 8 inches of sheer perfection. Dangling below were two large, extremely heavy looking balls. I folded the towel and placed it gently over his face. There was no way I could cover this magnificent member and I thought by covering his face it might help him feel less exposed.

Time seemed to stand still as I took in how incredible he looked sprawled out on the table in front of me. I managed to pull myself together and poured plenty of oil directly onto his chest. I went straight for those hard nipples and Josh let out a completely unfiltered groan of absolute sexual satisfaction. Simultaneously his cock stood completely rigid and a huge stream of precum poured out running over the edge of his thick head before dripping onto his stomach just below is belly button. I continued to repeat the process and each time I got the same reaction. An almost desperate sounding moan and a thick stream of precum. Eventually I moved onto his abs and enjoyed the sensation of my hand bumping over each one. I stopped briefly to trace his scar with my finger which caused him to gasp and whimper. I think the sexual tension which had been building between us was hard wired to this scar, each time I touched it, it is was like a secret act between just us that was linked to his cock.

My fingers ran through the puddle of precum which had been slowly building and I used it to lube up his skin and my hands. The moment had finally come, I wrapped my hand around his shaft and my fingers slid down the granite hard shaft. Josh let out a shrill cry and I felt his cock swell further as he began to pant. I genuinely thought that was it and I’d tipped him over the edge and he was about to let fire a load which had been building for weeks but he managed to control himself. I began to slowly pump his shaft which was so slick and smooth thanks to the frankly ridiculous amounts of precum which he was pumping out. His whole body was shuddering and convulsing as I worked his thick shaft, my grip bumping over the head of his cock before sliding back down to the base of his shaft, marvelling at how incredible it looked.

I let go to change position and as my hand lost contact with his shaft Josh let out a whimper of disappointment.

“Please, please, I need this” he gasped.

With that I gripped his shaft, bent over and swallowed his shaft in one hit. Normally I’d gag but I think I was so desperate for this moment it just happened. Josh practically screamed the house down and sat bolt upright making the towel fall from his face. His eyes were wide and he was basically hyperventilating. I continued to milk him with my throat and mouth whilst pulling his balls gently to stop them from getting too tight and bringing on his orgasm too quickly.

With my free hand I’d begun collecting my own precum and rubbing it around my quivering hole. I started slipping my middle finger in and out of my hole slowly trying to prepare myself without him noticing. I knew if I asked, his confidence would faulter and I needed to be ready.

Despite my best attempts and holding off his orgasm I could tell it was building. His balls were rock hard and I could no longer hold them from bouncing up hard against the base of his shaft. Josh was an incoherent mess of jumbled words, moans and grunts. I let his cock slip from my mouth and watched it throbbing angrily. Josh let out a loan groan. “Don’t make me wait any longer Sammy, please, let me cum”.

With those words I hopped up onto the table with him and positioned my hole directly above his shaft. It was finally going to happen, Josh was about to slide inside me and I was totally overwhelmed with excitement. He was too far gone to really notice what was going on until he felt the head of his cock meet something new. Something hot and tight. As he lifted his head to discover what was happening I pushed down and with almost no resistance his entire cock slid deep inside me.

“WHATTTTTTTTT!!!!! NOOOOO!!!” screamed Josh.

As I bottomed out I saw stars, Josh was thick and long and it had been a long time since I’d been stretched like that. I began bouncing up and down whilst Josh bucked uncontrollably underneath me.

“Joshy, don’t… we can’t… stop… oh fuck, oh fuck, you’re so tight and hot… it feels, it feels… fuck yourself of my cock… don’t stop, don’t stop… I… I… I can’t… it’s happening…”.

I bounced up and down on that thick shaft like my life depended on it. His thick cock slamming into my prostate was sending me over the edge. With a scream I let rip, cum came gushing out, completely soaking his chest in thick, white hot cum. At that moment Josh went crashing over the edge. The noise he made sounded animalistic and I felt his cock expand and bury itself deep inside me before unloading a torrent of cum. His orgasm lasted minutes and I gripped his balls feeling them contracting and pumping me full of his cum.

I collapsed on top of him, both of us panting with his rock hard cock still buried deep inside me.

“What just happened Sammy” uttered Josh.

“I know what happened, you fucked by brother you bastard” screamed the voice of a women standing behind us.

The end.

Part 2??

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