So a few of you are wondering how the bro-in-law and I got started? Far question, so I'll hold up on the rest of my story to explain. First you got to know about my fucked up sister. You know the old saying," You can't choose your family?" Well it is so fucking true in my case. My sister is fat and a real fucking Bitch! Why do all the really hot good-looking straight guys go for the fat chicks? Anyways, she always went after the looser type. Always thinks she can change a man, make him into something she wants. We all know you can't change a leopards spots. Hell in my line of work I know that first hand. So that's the kind of guys she always ends up with. Case in point, Mike my brother in law. From the get go' they had problems. Always fighting. She ended up getting pregnant before they got married so Mike was in the shitter even before they got hitched. I always looked at him and thought, "Dam you could do so much better for yourself then my fucking sister!" At his wild and crazy bachelor party, I couldn't hold back any longer and tried to talk him out of getting married to her. I was shit-faced drunk but I still felt bad for the guy. I can remember him rubbing my back and telling me in a pussy whipped voice, "I love her!" I can remember him looking me in the eyes and smiling a weird smile at me. That was when his hand dropped from my back and started rubbing my ass. Man I was totally fucked up but I can remember him tracing my butt crack and digging the fabric of my pants against my hole area. That voice in my head started saying, "Better say something or pull away from him," but I didn't. When someone yelled his name from across the bar, he put his forehead against mine and whispered, "I know your story bro. I see the way you look at me. But don't worry, your secret is safe with me." That said he smacked my ass hard and moved us both out of the dark corner, his arm around my neck. He walked me to the bar and sat me on a stool and headed for the person who had called his name. Needless to say I was worried as shit for a long time. But he was a man true to his words and he never mentioned our little talk. As time went on I figured maybe he had gotten so drunk that he had forgotten about saying it. I started relaxing around him again and would stop over to their place from time to time to see them both. Many times I would enter their trailer on Saturday afternoon and he would be watching a game. Sitting in the chair with nothing on but some over sized boxers. Dam I couldn't stop taking a sideways glance at him when he would stand up and walk around the room. Even with his boxers on I could see the swing of his fat cock under the fabric. And the way the boxers would drape between his beautiful butt cheeks only made things worse when his back was to me. I'd sit with him and watch the game drinking a beer and bonding as guys do. He caught me a few times looking down as we bull-shitted. I'd notice he'd adjust his cock placement and be grinning at me as I would look back up at him. The more time we spent together the bolder he started acting around me. Like the times when he would announce to me he needed to "Drain the snake" as he called it. He would get up and scratch his nuts right in front of me. Then he would head down the small hallway to the bathroom. Leaving the door open I could hear a strong piss stream hitting the water. When he would come back, he would stand right in front of my face and reach for my beer can, shake it a little and ask if I needed a refill. There was always a large wet spot in the boxers' fabric where his cock head was hanging. And when he bent forward to reach for the beer can, the slit in the front of the boxers would bulge open. My eyes were given a look at the base of his cock root along with his thick hairy crotch. Again on purpose it seemed he would dig the front of the shorts as he asked if I wanted another, smiling down at me. My sister was always yelling orders at him from the kitchen or bedroom. Of course he yelled back at her just as loud putting whatever she wanted him to do off till later. And so was life between all of us for about 10 months. That's when the baby was born and everything took a different turn. As with all women after childbirth, my sister didn't want to have sex. She had a hard time delivering and the big baby tore her some. She even had to have a few stitches down there' as they put it. To make matters worse the baby cried non-stop it seemed whenever I was over their place to visit. I really felt bad for Mike. You could see in his face that he wasn't getting any sleep and he looked like hell. After about a month and a half after the baby came home I again stopped over to see my nephew. When I got there I noticed Mike wasn't in the house. The baby was crying and my sister was being a real bitch. I asked where Mike was and she screamed he was out back by the shed working on that old car. She started about how everything around this place was "falling apart"
and he was outside playing with that dam car! I knew I needed to leave the trailer myself to just get away from her mouth! Stepping out the back door I scanned the area from the metal stairs. I saw the hood up on the car and Mike half hunched over the finder with a wrench. Looked like he was changing the spark plugs as I walked up on him. Looking up slightly he saw me as I leaned on the radiator and asked, "Need any help?" "Guess you couldn't take that craziness inside either," he offered up as I looked at him? Shaking my head no I laughed out loud and said, "I tried to tell you at your bachelor party not to marry her man!" The words slipped from my mouth before I could even stop myself. It would have been an innocent statement between any other brothers in law, but not between us. Instantly my mind went to the conversation we had after I had tried to get him not to marry her. I watched his actions and waited for his response. Standing up he reaching for a grease rag and wiped his hands as he started to talk. "Yeah I can't blame this mistake on anybody other then myself. I remember you telling me she wasn't good enough for me. A pure bitch, wasn't that how you put it, he asked?" Again my eyes deceived me as I scanned over his shirtless tanned torso. Sweat dripped off his face and ran down his thick furry chest. The top front of his dark blue work pants were wet with accumulated sweat. They were dirty from his job and hung low on his hips. They hung so low I could see the beginning thickness of his crotch hair. My mind instantly wondered what was just below. "You got to do that man," he asked? Shocked back to reality I asked, "What you mean?" He smiled at me and offered up, "You know, always looking me over the way you do." He said it so easy going, but I was shocked silly. Before I could answer my eyes were quickly drawn to the front of his pants again as he adjusted himself. "I told you before I know your story bro. You got to keep your gay thing on the Down low.' Hell I totally understand that being what you are. Before I could deny anything he moved really close to me. As I started to speak he put his dirty hand over my mouth and said, "Listen to me before you say anything. Bro, I'm horned up Big Time' here. I haven't had any off your sister for almost two months. She's cut me off till further notice. Now a man like me has got some pretty strong sexual needs." Bringing his big right hand up to my face and showing me it as he went on. " This thing here aint cutting it for me man!" I had to laugh as he made a fist and pumped the air like he was jerking off. He saw the humor in it also as he laughed along with me. Laughing he said, "This aint funny man, I'm wearing the skin off my crank with these ruff callused hands! Here take a look at these ruff paws on me. I checked out the offered hand and he was true to his words, they were as ruff and dry as they could be. After a moment of silence he moved his head real close to mine, looked me dead in the eyes and whispered real low. "So what you think?" He stepped back from me a couple steps, spit on the ground and continued to stare me dead in the eyes. I was kind for sure I knew what he was asking me but I wasn't sure. "I'm not sure what your asking Mike," was all I could come up with so quick? I was more trying to give myself time to understand this situation I was now in and maybe somehow hoping I miss understood his question. "Come on man, you know what I'm asking you. I have a load in my balls that is as thick as motor oil I'm sure by now. You been checking me out from the very first day we were introduced. I'm offering you a chance to blow me, finally get a taste of what you been lusting for all along. And before you get all pissed and try to deny you're a fag, that you like cock, just think about it for a minute before you say no. It's a perfect opportunity for the both of us. You get what you want and I get what I need! It aint like I haven't used guys like you before. Hell you know I played football in high school, right? I had a guy on the team that blew me every week after everyone left the shower room. Been thinking back on that lately and figured you and I could make that happen again." I watched as his hand went to the front of his pants and he slowly rubbed his crotch as he looked at me. I folded my arms as I thought about his offer. My actions now had nothing to do with me being a cop. I was off duty and here was a man I had wondered about since the day I met him. Now I was offered up a chance to be with him. After thinking for a few seconds I hiked my foot up on the cars bumper and quietly asked, "Where and when?" Instantly he acted. Like he had planned this out in advance he motioned me to follow him behind the shed and took off walking. I looked back at the trailer door and wondered if I was doing the right thing. That was my last guilty thought as I followed him. When we got behind the shed he waved me over to the tall stalks of corn that were growing at the edge of their property. The trailer was on leased land from the farmer that grew the corn. As I got closer to the stalks I saw a well-worn path that moved quickly into the thick corn. We made one right turn and it opened to an area of about six feet by six feet. You could tell Mark had flattened the area long ago as we entered. Quickly I could smell a strong smell of old piss mixed with fresh corn smell. Turning around to face me he bragged, "This is my private spot. I do a lot of pissing here, can you smell!" Nodding my head I watched as he groped his crotch and arched his back like he was pissing a big long stream into the corn. Turning serous fast he walked over to me and put his hand behind my neck. "I need this bad bro, so lets get this going, he said as he applied pressure to my shoulders. His other hand opened the top button on his pants and pulled the zipper half way down before they fell in a heap at his feet. The dried corn stalks crunched under my knees as they hit the ground in front of him. Finally I was able to see what I had wondered all this time he was packing.
Before me was a cock that had a beautiful purple mushroom head and a fat shaft all the way into the thick black groin hair he possessed. Never in my life would I have thought I would have had a chance to see it well alone suck this thing. I watched as it jerked and jumped before me as it swelled up. He stepped a step closer to me and whispered, "Open up man." I wanted to explore him more but I could tell he was hurting as I opened my mouth and tasted him. My first taste was of old piss as I wet his cock head and my tongue explored his piss slit. He swelled harder in my mouth as I continued to lick the crown of his cock head. As I licked him my mind thought how fucking lucky my sister was to have him to have sex with and she didn't want it. How could she not want a bull like him in bed! "Enough of that for now man, he breathed. Next time you can get to know him better. Right now I got a nut I have to dump. My balls are hurting so bad." I nodded my head I understood as I took him deep in my throat. He cupped my head in both his big hands and arched his hips lower and began to pump my head. I had sucked enough cock before to know what to do and let him use me. He made me gag for air a few times on really deep thrusts. His balls would bounce under my chin as he went deep. I could hear a low grunt voice say, "Sorry," and continue to hump. But all too quickly he was back that deep again crazed with getting off. I don't think I had sucked him for more then a minute before I heard him breath, "Oh SHIT!" Pulling my head as far down on his shaft as he could I felt his cock pulse. I could feel the thick load being deposited at the back of my throat as I swallowed. Three, four really thick heavy squirts fired from him as I tried to swallow fast. I chocked and his sperm and it shot out my nostrils. He never lost his grip on my head and held me there till all he had was deposited. He relaxed his grip on my head and I pulled him slowly from the back of my mouth. I was finally able to taste his thick sperm. I slowly licked and nursed his deflating cock in my mouth as he sometimes staggered before me. He rubbed the back of my crew cut head as if he was thanking me. He reached down and pulled my mouth off him saying, "It's too sensitive now." I released him and watched his cock in front of my face. I looked up at him and asked if he was all right? Saying other than being weak kneed he was OK. Seeing his beautiful body against the bright blue sky was amazing. Scanning back down his body my eyes stopped at his big nuts as they hung really low in their sack. Knowing their contents was now in my belly made me feel proud. Just before I was about to get up I saw a small white drip hanging from his piss slit. I instantly licked the end of his cock as he whispered, "Easy man, your killing me." Getting to my knees I watched as he pulled his pants back up. I wiped my noise with the end of my tee shirt and pulled it away wet. I asked him, "Thought you wore boxers as I noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear?" "The bitch inside makes me wear them around the house, he said as he buttoned his pants back. I always go commando otherwise. I watched as he adjusted the placement of his cock. I could see the fat cock head poke against the front of his pants and no longer had to wonder what was hidden. We better get back before she wonders where we got off to," he said. I turned and had just started back through the thin path when he grabbed me from behind and pulled me back in a bear hug. Against my ear he whispered, " Thanks so much fucker. You can't imagine how bad I needed that. Could you taste how thick that load was, he asked? As I nodded yes he went on. "So you know I wasn't lying to you about being cut off." I could feel the sharpness of his unshaven face against my smooth one. Slowly rubbing my chest he asked, "So we got ourselves an understanding and I can count on you till she's over this shit. " Feeling his body heat and strength I couldn't say anything other then to nod my head yes." "I'm going to keep you well feed little brother!" So for about a month I would come over every Saturday or Sunday depending on my schedule and blow him in the cornfield. It was always fast and quick with me drinking a thick load he had saved all week for me. I got to see that big piss arch he bragged about a few times after we were done. Saying he was worried I might have sperm breath we would drink beer afterwards and not talk about what had just happened between us. Beer and sperm burps are something man! After blowing him about four weeks I stopped over the next weekend again. This time was different because my sister went to mom's house for the day. He was totally nude when I knocked on the door, so I knew something wasn't right when I saw him. Instantly he started bragging we could use the bed today cause she wasn't here. He seemed real proud of that and motioned me down the hall right away. Walking into their bedroom I got a real weird feeling. It was one thing to blow my brother in law outside, but to have sex with him in his own bed was different. Guess he could see my reaction as he said, "Relax man, she's gone all day. We have no worries." He sat on the edge of the bed and I noticed his cock was already starting to swell. He motioned me between his legs. I got down before him and took his cock in my mouth. He rubbed the back of my neck as I sucked him deep. After a few minutes he pulled me off him and looked me in the eyes. "You been fucked before, right?" I answered "Yeah" knowing in my heart where this was going. "Then its time we did this right," he said as he stood up. I watched as he walked away from me and went into the bathroom. I was still on my knees when I heard him yell, "Get undressed man, I need to fuck something today." Walking out of the bathroom with some towels that he tossed on the bed he added, "This is one way I can get sex in my own fucking bed!" Long story short, we stared fucking every week after that. We never did it in the cornfield again. He came over to my place and plowed my ass. He usually spent only a max of about an hour at my place. My sister changed her ways not too long after we made it a regular thing to fuck at my place. He stopped coming over for months. Hated to say I missed him and even got jealous when I heard she was pregnant again. We were all invited over to my mom's house for the big announcement. I just looked at him in shock when I heard the news. Mike being Mike just smiled a shit-eating grin at me. When everyone left the kitchen he walked over to me and put his arm around my neck. "Don't pout man," he said low. "I'll make you a baby too if that's what you want. She'll cut me off soon and I'm all yours again." Wasn't long after that when he came over late one night to my apartment and wanted a shoulder to cry on. Seems she wanted a divorce. The big shit had finally hit the fan. He wanted to know if he could shack-up with me till his brother and him got an apartment together? Needless to say he fucked me every night for over five weeks till they found a place. No one ever thought anything strange about us living together. I missed the sex with him when he moved out, I' ll confess to that. But it sure was good to have my place to myself again. Man was Mike a fucking slob. I cleaned up after him and washed his cloths. Dishes were always in the sink from him. Beer bottles were always on the tables and three sets of boots and dirty socks were always kicked off just inside the front door. He started dating some waitress after about the fourth week away from my sister. Always coming home, crawling between my legs and bitching about her not putting out. His brother and him finally moved in together. We fucked a lot less but he was around if I needed some. He was an easy safe fuck for me. I always reminded him how I helped him out when he was in need if he made some excuse about not being able to connect. And I never turned him down when he had a dry spell and showed up at my door horny. Ah straight guys! Anyway, back to my story....
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