One summer, while I was enjoying my summer break from junior college, and still living at home at my mother’s house, my sister Nancy and her husband Tom moved in with us. Tom was laid off from his job at the canning factory, and my sister was a full-time college student. They were broke, and had to stay in our large five-bedroom family home until Tom found another steady job.
I was excited about having other people around the house to help my mother and me out with the chores. The house was too big for the two of us to keep up, and the grounds (3 acres) constantly required attention. My mother would not give up the house after my father died, vowing to keep it as the family home for future generations. Nancy, during her free time, was wonderful to Ma. She helped Ma with her flower garden and took her shopping and to the hairdresser every week. They handled the household chores, such as cooking and cleaning. Tom helped me out with the upkeep of the grounds, vegetable garden, and routine household maintenance. Tom was a great fix-it man, and he knew a lot about cars. He performed routine checkups on the cars and fixed our crummy old lawn mower several times.
I never mentioned my being gay to any of them. I knew Ma wanted to have grandchildren and I was hoping Nancy and Tom would have children so that Ma would be able to handle the shock better when I decided to tell her about myself. I never brought my gay friends around the house, and, when asked about girls, I would say that I haven’t met the “right one” yet. This strategy worked well, and no one seemed concerned.
My sister Nancy was a tall, slender, blue eyed blonde. She was 33 and very attractive. Her long, shoulder length hair was straight as straw and shined in the sunlight. She was very pleasant and had a great sense of humor. Tom was 28, tall, slender, and had a muscular build. He had dark brown hair and a mustache, and was quite hairy. He had a marvelous golden tan. His deep blue eyes twinkled and he had a sexy smile. He was very handsome. He had a friendly demeanor and was a hard worker, never complaining, no matter how tired he would get. He managed to keep a positive attitude during his job search, handling rejections well. They both were a striking couple. They moved into the bedroom opposite from mine on the first floor, giving Ma complete privacy on the second floor. I often admired Tom as he helped me with yard work. He would strip off his shirt while working in the sun and expose his beautiful hairy chest. It would drive me wild watching him work in his tight 501’s without his shirt, and I often had to control my staring.
Late one night, I was awakened by a peculiar sawing sound. I got up and quietly opened my bedroom door. The sawing sound was louder there in the hallway. I saw light coming from under Tom and Nancy’s door, and the sound seemed to be coming from their bedroom. I stood in the hallway and listened. Nancy whimpered and made sighing sounds while Tom groaned softly as he kissed her. The sawing sound seemed to become more intense, and, as it did, Nancy’s whimpering progressed into a steady pant. As I listened to their lovemaking, I imagined Tom on top, fucking my sister’s cunt with his hard cock, rubbing that hairy chest over her tits. Suddenly, I heard Nancy make a high-pitched cry – and the sawing sound – Tom’s steady fucking rhythm – increased in intensity, and he let out a loud, deep groan. Then it was quiet. I quietly tip toed back into my bedroom and closed the door. My cock was rock hard, and I got into bed and jacked off thinking about Tom’s rampant fucking. I jacked off several times before falling asleep.
The next morning, Ma had to catch an early morning train to go visit an ailing old friend in another town for a week. Nancy offered to give her a ride to the train station while on her way to classes. They got up early, making a commotion in the kitchen, which woke me. I lay in bed and listened to them gather up their things, and I heard the front door close as they left.
Tom and I were alone in the house, and my sister wouldn’t be home until 6 or 7 that evening. This would be the first time Tom and I would be alone together.
My cock began to stir as I lay in bed imagining Tom coming into my room, nude, smelling of dried cum and love sweat from the night before, holding a raging hard on and waving it at me with a nasty, sexy smile. Tom was lying asleep, nude, only a few feet away from me. He was so close, and yet I could not have him. He was straight and married to my sister. It frustrated me. I wanted to feel his hairy chest rubbing on mine, his tight muscular body, his hard ass, and that hot power tool he used so well. I realized I was torturing myself, and I decided to get up and use the bathroom, which was at the end of the hallway.
I slipped on my gym shorts and opened the door. I noticed that my sister had left her bedroom door slightly ajar, exposing Tom asleep in their bed. His head was buried under a pillow, and the rest of his body was covered by blankets except for a strong, hairy, muscular leg that was exposed. He was snoring softly. My heart jumped at the sight of seeing Tom in bed. My thoughts went back to the night before, and I tried to picture Tom fucking, grinding that dick of his in and out of my sister’s cunt, while the head board slapped against the wall making that peculiar sawing sound. He must have been fucking my sister very hard to make it do that, as I noticed the bed had plenty of clearance from the wall. I began to realize I had gotten my cock hard, and it was bulging in my gym shorts.
After using the toilet, I decided to take a shower and get dressed. As I showered, my thoughts went to Tom once again. I tried to figure out a way to get him interested in sharing his cock with me. Just thinking about him made me hot and horny again. I stood in front of the full-length mirror and surveyed my body as I dried myself off with the towel. I admired my blonde hair, wet and combed back from my face, exposing my high cheek bones that were rosy colored from the heat of the shower; my moist strawberry red lips; my white teeth glistened as I smiled, revealing smile dimples in my cheeks; my smooth creamy white skin was soft to the touch; my hard cock, swollen and sticking straight up, was generous in size; my firm and slender hairless body was in perfect shape. I turned around and glanced at my shapely ass. It was great to be young and beautiful! With a towel wrapped around my waist, I emerged from the bathroom and made my way to the kitchen, glancing in at Tom on the way; he was still fast asleep. I prepared coffee, and soon the smell of the coffee perking filled the room, and I sat down at the table and became engrossed in reading the morning paper.
About half an hour later, I heard a rustling sound, and the sound of footsteps. It was Tom getting up. He walked into the kitchen yawning and scratching his head, his hair messed up, wearing a pair of navy-blue undershorts, that revealed a sizable box. He looked tired, and rightly so! “You’re up early,” he said, squinting at the clock over the refrigerator. “The women woke me up,” I said, smiling, as my eyes returned to the paper. “They’ve left. Ma is probably on her way by now,” Tom said, as he poured himself a cup of coffee. Tom took the cup and made his way to the bathroom and closed the door. A little while later I heard him go into his room.
Realizing I was still in my towel, I got up and went to my bedroom to get dressed. On the way, I noticed Tom was sitting up in his bed, smoking a cigarette, and he seemed to be engrossed in thought. He glanced at me as I passed by. A few minutes later he called to me asking: “You got any cigarettes? I’m all out.” I found my pack of Marlboro Lights and took it to him.
As I walked toward the bed, I stepped on something lying on the rug. It stuck to my foot. I reached down and turned my leg around to examine it. I had stepped on a sticky rubber! “What the…” I said, peeling it off my foot. Tom looked at it and grinned. “Uh… That’s mine, sorry,” Tom said, apologetically. I noticed a pack of Trojans on the night table next to him, the ribbed kind. Tom reached out for the pack of cigarettes which I handed it to him. “You use these?” I asked innocently, smiling at him. “Don’t wanna make a mistake now and get kids, being unemployed, do I?” He replied, lighting up a cigarette. “Here, sit down, before that towel falls off,” he said, moving over on the bed while grinning. I looked down at the towel, and noticed I had a raging hardon making a tent in the towel. “You ever use ’em?” He asked. I felt a tingling feeling in my balls when he asked that. He knew I was turned on, and I wondered what he was thinking. “Never used one,” I answered, looking at the sticky rubber in my hand. I noticed the rubber contained a good portion of creamy white cum. Without thinking, I began to rub the rubber between my fingers. “You like playing with that?” He asked softly. “You never put one on?” He continued, as he gently reached over to take it from my hand. “No, never have. Never thought of using one,” I replied looking at him. “Go ahead, try one. They go on easy when you’re hard.” He took one of the rubbers out of the pack and handed the pack of rubbers to me. “Just open it up and slip it over your dick, like this.” Tom slowly pulled the blanket down over his waist, exposing his massive, swollen hardon. His cock must have been at least ten inches long. The head looked like a big mushroom on top of a long, heavily veined shaft. His black pubic hair was short and wiry. His balls were big, and tight. I could see his tan line, for his pubic skin area was a creamy white. He slipped the sheath over the bulbous head and pushed it down his shaft to the base. I almost came when I saw him do this, but I decided to proceed with caution, as I still wasn’t sure Tom wanted what I wanted. I could smell his musty, masculine morning smell as I sat with him on the same bed that, only a few hours before, was the scene of his intense lovemaking.
I removed my towel and slipped the rubber over my swollen cock head. I felt the ridges on the outside of the rubber as I pulled it down the shaft. “What are these bumps for?” I asked, curiously, while looking at the rubber over my cock. “They’re good for lovemaking. Makes the woman sensitive and brings her to orgasm,” he replied, speaking softly. I looked at him, and he was staring at me. He held his hard cock straight up with both hands. I stared at his massive penis and glanced into his eyes. “Wanna get off? Looks like we’re both ready to explode. Do you want to, with me?” He asked looking into my eyes, speaking gently. “Yeah, I’ve been wanting to for hours now,” I replied, squeezing my dick head. “You ever fucked around with a guy before?” Tom asked, running his hand over his hard cock. “Yeah, many times. I like to,” I said, moving closer to him. Tom grinned and said: “I’ve been with a couple of guys. I’m open minded.” He sat up and pulled the blankets off the bed. “Would you like to suck on my dick?” I reached over and felt his hot pole. I massaged it up and down, while rubbing his big balls with my other hand. Tom murmured: “Yeah, like that…”
My wish had come true. I moved down, between his thick, hairy legs and gently pulled the rubber from his cock, which slapped back on his waist. Tom’s cock felt warm and hard. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to take it all in my mouth. I licked the tip of it, back and forth, and then put the head inside my mouth. As I sucked the head, I darted my tongue back and forth over the tip. Tom moaned and began to gyrate his hips. His cock had a pungent, salty taste, and I continued to tease his dick head with my tongue while I played with his hot balls. Tom spread his legs apart and began to get into my hot sucking. I began to inch more and more of his long cock into my mouth, moving my soft lips up and down on his shaft. His cock was like a big lollipop, wet and glistening with my saliva. I placed my hand on the base of his shaft and slowly moved it up and down along the shaft in unison with my mouth. His sighs of pleasure increased, and he began to breathe heavy. “Yeah, you know how…” He murmured, as he thrust his hips side by side while I sucked him. I ran my other hand over his hairy chest, and played with his hard nipples while I sucked. He placed his hands on my head and massaged my scalp with his fingers as I bobbed up and down on his massive cock. I was in complete control of his cock. I increased my grip as I pumped his shaft up and down with my hand. My mouth rested on my hand as I sucked his cock, simulating a deep, tight hole. I worked my way up from the base to the very tip and back down, so that his entire cock was stimulated. Tom’s eyes were closed and he rolled his head side by side on his pillow while he thrust his hips up and down at me. After a while, I was able to put his whole cock down my throat without choking on its immense size.
“Get up, I want to do it this way,” Tom said, lifting my head off his cock. “You sit up like I was. Prop your back up against the headboard with the pillow.” I did so, and Tom got back on the bed. On his knees, Tom reached down and removed the rubber from my swollen cock and moved his waist in front of my face. His cock was glistening with my saliva, and it stuck straight out in my face, brushing against my cheeks. Tom placed his knees in my armpits, and pushed his cock slowly down my throat. I cupped his tight ass cheeks, and felt his wiry ass hair. My cock was raging hard, and ached to cum. I began to jack my cock off with Tom’s hot cock shoved down my throat. Tom placed both of his hands on the wall behind the headboard and began to fuck my face with a slow even tempo. I swallowed his throbbing member all the way. While Tom fucked my mouth, I continued to jack off, bringing myself to an explosive climax. My body shuddered as I shot my sperm out all over my chest. Tom’s cock began to bulge up and I knew he was going to shoot his cum at any moment, too. Tom began to thrust in and out faster, each time shoving the cock all the way down my throat. His cock hairs rubbed against my lips, all I could see was his hairy waist. I could smell Tom’s pungent man scent as he pumped his cock into my face and mouth. His legs and back were sweaty and his big balls slapped against my chin with each thrust. With one hand, I reached for his balls and gently squeezed and cupped them from underneath. With that, Tom let out a deep groan and whispered, “Oh, yeah… I’m gonna cum.” Tom shuddered as he shot wad after wad of semen down my throat. His cum tasted thick and salty. I eagerly swallowed each spurt of his cum. Tom continued to thrust his dick in my mouth until it became flaccid. Our bodies spent, Tom and I lay in bed quietly, regaining our breath.
Tom reached for his coffee cup on the night stand and took a sip. “Cold. Come on, let’s get some coffee and have a smoke on the back porch.” Tom got up and went to his dresser drawer. He sifted through a pile of debris and produced a small cloth pouch. “You smoke weed?” He asked, continuing to search for something else in the drawer. “Yeah, when I can get it,” I answered, with interest. I didn’t know Tom liked marijuana, and I’d never seen him use it. It was quite a surprise. “Nance and I smoke it once in a while when we want to kick back. We’ve had some hot times when we were high.” I began to get excited again, wondering what plans he had next for me. Tom found a pack of zigzag papers, and closed the drawer. He picked up his undershorts and put them on. “Let’s get that coffee,” he said, and we left his bedroom. On the way to the kitchen, I put on my gym shorts and a T shirt.
When I got to the kitchen, Tom had poured a cup of coffee for me and left it on the counter. Tom was outside, sitting on the back porch steps rolling the joint, when I stepped out. It was going to be a beautiful, warm day I thought, as I glanced across the expansive yard. My eyes looked down at Tom sitting on the steps, naked except for his undershorts. I scanned over his tanned and hairy body. His hot box hung down between his legs. He was the hottest man I’d ever seen and I just had his hot semen in my mouth. The warm morning sun shined on his beautiful skin making it glisten. I sat down next to him and sipped my coffee. Tom wet the paper with his lips and rolled the joint tight. He lit it, and took a deep drag and passed it to me. I inhaled the pungent smoke and noticed it was very strong and of top quality. I knew it would hit me fast, and I waited for the smoke to take effect. “This is good shit. Couple of hits and you’re fucked up,” Tom said, exhaling smoke between words. I tried to imagine what my sister was like when she was high and smiled to myself. “Gotta mow the lawn again,” Tom said as he surveyed the yard. Tom looked at me and smiled and asked: “You okay?” “Yeah, just thinking to myself,” I replied looking into his blue eyes. “You thinking about what we did?” Tom asked, groping his box. “You want more?” He continued, pulling his cock out of his undershorts. I knew we were both high and Tom’s cock was big and hard. “Let’s go back in” I said, touching his dick with my fingers. “Sounds good to me!” Tom replied, stuffing his cock back into his shorts. We got up and went inside. Tom led me to his bedroom again. He went over to one of the night stands and opened a drawer. He retrieved a large silver ring and a tube and said: “Let’s go upstairs, to the attic room.”
We climbed three flights of stairs, reaching the attic room on top. Tom opened the door and we went in. The room was filled with a bright, sunny morning light flowing into the room from the skylight above. The room contained a writing desk, a daybed and a large, brown bear skin rug. Tom closed and locked the door. Tom stripped off his undershorts, and walked over to me. “You know what this is?” He asked, holding the ring in the palm of his hand. “No – what is it?” I asked, curiously. “It’s a cock ring. I put it on over my cock and pull my balls through it. It makes your cock very hard and keeps it that way. Watch, I’ll put it on.” Tom put the ring down his shaft and gently pulled one ball at a time through it. The ring was securely positioned under his balls at the base of his cock. His balls stood up, and his cock began to get hard. Tom’s massive cock stood straight out, erect before me. He watched me look at it, and said: “Let’s get down on the rug.” I pulled my gym shorts off and lay down on the rug on my back, putting my arms behind my head, cushioning it with my hands. Tom stood above me, looking down at me. My heart was beating very hard as I ran my eyes down his hot sexy body admiring his hairy chest and muscular legs. Tom kneeled before me and raised my legs into the air. Holding both of my legs with one hand, he began to massage my asshole with his other hand. His rough warm hand felt good and I closed my eyes with pleasure. Tom rubbed my hole for several minutes and then stopped. Tom lowered his face to my asshole and began to run his tongue over the opening. The sensation startled me at first – as his breath was hot and his tongue tickled me. It felt so good. Tom began to lick my hole harder, and he probed the opening with his tongue. Tom liked to eat pussy, as most straight men like to do, and he was doing it to me. God it felt good. He held my legs back with his hands and pressed his face in hard on my ass. He began to probe deeper into my hole. My cock was pulsating with excitement as he did this. I felt his hot breath as his tongue probed deeper and deeper.
Tom raised his head and reached for the tube he had brought with him. He unscrewed the cap and squeezed out some of the oily fluid. Tom rubbed it on the outside of my hole, and put more on his index finger, which he inserted into me. He probed his finger around inside me, and it felt good. Tom applied some of the cream to his cock and said softly: “I’m going to fuck you now.” He looked into my eyes with such intensity that he startled me. He was going to fuck the shit out of me, just like he did to my sister last night. I wondered if I was going to be able to take his huge cock, especially the bulbous head inside me. Tom slowly inserted the head. I felt a sharp painful sensation as he entered me. Tom inched it in and out very gently so that I could get used to it in my tight ass. Tom groaned as he began to push his cock deeper inside me. I began to relax, and the pain subsided. He held my legs down to my chest and began to thrust his cock deeper and deeper into me. It felt as though I had just had a semi-truck run into me. His cock was so big and thick. Tom positioned his knees on the floor and raised me up, with his cock buried in me, so that my ass cheeks sat on his strong legs. In this position, sitting on his lap, with his cock completely in me, he began to pump in and out me with a steady, even rhythm. I was face to face with him, and he held my back with his hands. Tom’s dick moved in and out like a piston, and I squeezed my ass muscles tight around his cock. I held onto Tom’s back with my hands and he buried his face in my neck. Tom moved his hands down my back and grabbed my ass cheeks. He raised me up and down on his cock. We clung together and our lovemaking intensified. Tom and I began to perspire as we wildly fucked. He kissed me roughly, and sucked my neck. I looked down between us to see his cock move in and out of my hole.
Suddenly, Tom picked me up, with my legs wrapped around his waist, and his cock buried deep within me. I held onto his neck. He walked over to a wall and pressed my back up against it. With my legs firmly wrapped around him, he forcefully jammed his cock up me, moaning and breathing heavily. Our bodies were sticky with sweat. I heard his strong legs slap against my ass cheeks as he violently fucked my hole. I looked down over his shoulder and saw his legs spread out, pushing my body up against the wall. His hairy ass cheeks rippled with tight flexing muscles as he ground his cock into me. Without touching my cock, I began to cum. Thick loads of cum shot over Tom’s hairy chest, spurt after spurt, while Tom continued his rampant fucking. “AHHHH… Oh yeah!” Tom gasped into my ear as he began to reach orgasm. With deep thrusts, Tom shot load after load of hot cum into me. I felt the warm semen shoot up inside me. Perspiration dripping from his forehead, Tom groaned with passion as he climaxed in me. Tom slowly stopped his pumping motion and lowered me to the floor. I felt his cum drip down my leg as it oozed out of my burning hole.
I stood against the wall and closed my eyes, trying to regain my breath. Tom walked over to the day bed and dropped his body onto it. A few minutes later, Tom got up and came over to me and asked “You okay? I didn’t hurt you did I?” Tom looked into my eyes and looked concerned. “No, I’m alright! That was the fuck of my life, and I’m dazed!” I replied, beaming. Tom’s deep laugh made me laugh and we both lay down on the soft bear skin rug and looked up at the skylight above us. The warm sun bathed us in sunlight, and I felt totally at peace lying there with him.
Tom and I enjoyed infrequent sex over the ensuing years, without letting it jeopardize his relationship with his wife. Our secret sexcapades were never discovered…