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Title: "My Sister's Boyfriend" Part II.
A quick review. My sister Amy has a new boyfriend Bruce. He is spending the weekend at our house. Even though I was straight I plotted his seduction using the showing on internet porn. We both got so horny that we ended up messing around most of Friday night. (see part I for details). Now its Saturday.
I woke the next morning to an empty bed. I looked over the room. It had been cleaned. No towels, no cum soaked boxers or PJ's. No evidence that anything out of the ordinary had happened last night. It did happen didn't it?
Yeah, I know it happened. No one can dream that good. But what if Bruce was having morning after guilt. I suddenly felt a bit scared. I dressed quickly, not even showering, and hurried down stairs. They were all seated at the table. My Dad, Mom, Amy and Bruce.
Mom "Good morning sleepy head."
Me "Morning"
Several Voices "Morning"
I wasn't sure if Bruce said it or not. Was I getting paranoid. There was an empty seat between Bruce and my dad. I sat down. My mother put a plate of food in front of me, and a cup of coffee.
Amy: "We'll be heading out early. We should be back
around five."
Mom: "OK, Dinner will be at 6."
Amy and Bruce got up and left the kitchen. Bruce hadn't even looked at me. By the time I finished my breakfast they had readied and gone. I was left alone for the day to suffer my own fears.
I took a long warm shower with my eyes closed envisioning Bruce and I together, laying in bed together, walking in a park together, holding each other, laughing together. It wasn't erotic it was passionate. I was experiencing feelings I had not experienced before and I wasn't sure exactly what it all meant.
I spent the day walking, down to the park, down to mall, around the city center. I just wanted to be by myself, not very normal for a guy who thrived on fans screaming at each basket or steal, or pass that I made on the court. Not normal for a guy who is used to all the attention in the corridors, cafeteria and parties.
I was enjoying the sun, the quiet of strangers, the peace of anonymity. Something inside me was changing or growing. I didn't understand it yet, but I also knew that is wasn't sexual.
I returned home well after 5. Bruce was sitting on the steps outside the house. I walked up to steps.
Bruce: "Shawn, can I talk to you for a minute."
Me: "Sure."
Bruce got up and headed down the walk. I followed.
Bruce: "I've been thinking about last night."
Long pause
Bruce: "It was different."
Me: "Yeah, it was."
Bruce: "You know I knew all about you before I met you.
I've watched you play a dozen times. I've heard
everybody talking about you. You have a wild rep."
I couldn't quite figure where he was going with this. My stomach started turning over.
Bruce: "I guess it was like, hero worship. I was
so nervous to meet you. I wanted you to like me
and I wanted to be like you."
Me: You were nervous meeting?
Bruce: "Yeah, So, I don't think what we did was bad or
anything. I think it was just guys who, maybe, who
liked each other, maybe, just kind of, you know,
playing, you know"
Me: "OK"
We had u-turned and were heading back to the house.
Bruce: "It was fun. It's a night I'll never forget. But
last night was last night. I hope we can be
friends. I want us to be friends."
Oh my God, the I want to be your friend speech. Was this a Nickolodean movie. We were back at the house. Amy came out of the house to meet us.
Amy: "So what were you guys talking about."
Bruce: "You. What else. No actually I was telling Shawn
how much I admired him. I love to watch him play,
um, basketball."
We went inside. Supper was ready. We all ate together. Bruce and Amy clowned around during supper. Everybody seemed to be at their best. As for me, I was a bit depressed although I had no right to be. After all it was just my first time and it exceeded my wildest expectations. I had a new experience. I got closer to someone than I had ever been before. But there was an emptiness. I knew there was more. At least I finally knew there was more.
The night was a boring night watching TV. I wish I had made plans but actually I was tired from walking maybe tens miles that day. At 10 o'clock I made my excuses and went to bed. I undressed alone and crawled into my bed and fell asleep.
A noise woke me. My clock said it was 11:20. The room light was on. I looked over my shoulder. It was just Bruce.
Bruce: "Sorry. I'm going to sleep on the sofa, this bed
(the rollaway) sucks."
Me: "No problem. Good night."
Bruce crept out of the room with his blanket. I pulled mine over my head and drifted off to sleep.
Much later, a Voice in the dark: "Hey."
I opened my eyes but I couldn't see much because the light was off.
Me: "Huh"
Bruce: "The sofa sucks. Can we share the bed?"
Me: "Yeah."
I didn't even feel Bruce climb into the bed. I fell back to sleep.
The morning light hit my eyes. The side of Bruce's head was in front of me, he was lying on his back. I was lying on my side leaning against him. My arm was draped over his chest. My hand covered his distant breast. I didn't move. I enjoyed the moment. His skin felt so fine and warm. His chest was an awesome sight. His face looked so soft and smooth. His lips looked, well, very tempting.
I moved my hand just a little so that my finger tips were on his nipple. With the lightest touch possible i felt his nipple. Bruce giggled. I looked up at his face. His eyes were closed but his mouth showed a smile. He was feigning sleep. I ran my finger tip around and around his nipple. I couldn't get another giggle out of him, but as looked him over I could it was having a different effect. The sheet covering the lower part of his body had a newly formed mountain peak.
I found this amusing and decided to try a bit of teasing to see what Bruce would do. I moved my face to the nipple closest to me and licked it. Bruce didn't move. I licked it again. He still didn't move. I rested my lips on his nipple and gently sucked. I could hear Bruce's breathing getting a bit louder. I wondered just how far he would allow me go.
I took my lips off his nipple and kissed a spot closer to the middle of his chest. Then I kissed the center of his chest. My hand, that still rested on his far side could feel his heart beating faster than normal.
I kissed upward toward his throat and another kiss just below his adam's apple. Bruce turned his face away from me. Was he trying to avoid a kiss on the lips or was he offering me his neck? It only took a second to find out. I kissed him on his neck.
Bruce: "Shawn"
It was almost a gasp. I licked his neck, a long sloppy lick and then placed another very gentle kiss on the now wet skin. Bruce's right arm came up behind me and slid across my back. This gave me renewed courage to keep going.
I had to stretch my body slightly so I could reach his cheek. I kissed it. Bruce turned his face back to me. His eyes were still closed. He looked so beautiful. Can a guy look beautiful? At that moment he did.
Those lips. I had to. I just had to. I licked across his top lip. Then I licked his bottom lip. His mouth opened slightly. I pressed my lips against his.
His other arm came up and slid onto my back. His arms started to tighten and he pulled our bodies together. He started kissing me back. Our tongues met. Bruce moaned. I moaned.
His hands massaged my back and moved down to my lower back. In his grip I couldn't do much except hold onto his face and continued to lock our mouths together.
His hands slipped under the waist band of my shorts and down my ass cheeks. He cupped my ass cheeks. I drove my cock hard into his hips and rubbed it a few times. I could feel my own wetness in my shorts.
We broke the kiss and my face fell to the pillow, the sides of our faces touching. We were both panting trying to catch our breaths. We rested for a few.
Then Bruce grabbed hard at my butt cheeks.
Me: "Hey."
He was just clowning.
Bruce: "Do you know that I haven't even seen your butt?"
Me: "Huh."
He was right. We had spent so much time exploring the front of our bodies that we hadn't even checked out each others back side.
I pushed of the sheet, stood up, pushed down my boxers and kicked them off. Bruce looked up at what was now a semi. I looked at the front of Bruce's short. His dick was sticking out but it had softened a bit as well.
Me: "Are you ready?"
I turned around and wiggled my ass. Then stood there.
Me: "Well."
Bruce: "Nice, very nice."
I turned around. Bruce's cock was growing back to full mast.
Me: "I haven't seen your ass either."
Bruce raised up the middle of his body and carefully lowered his shorts. He sat up and kicked them off. He rolled over onto his stomach and spread his legs.
Up to that point, I had thought his cock was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen but his ass was gorgeous. (can a guy say that about another guys ass?) Two healthy smooth hairless buns. Now my cock was back full.
I lowered myself back to the bed. I put a hand on one of his cheeks and slid all over the mound. The flesh was soft but the mound was firm. I moved my hand to his other cheek and felt all around. I then swept my hand to the top of his cheek across his lower back and then down the other cheek. It was like examining the texture of a piece of art.
I moved my hand to his ass crack and slid my fingers along the crevice up and down. Bruce didn't move the whole time.
I leaned over and gently kissed a cheek. I moved over a bit and kissed the other. At that moment I was in a world of my own. My actions were instinctive not planned. My face moved to his crack. I licked from the middle of his ass to the top. I licked it again. I moved my body between Bruce's legs and down the bed so his ass was more directly in front of my face. This time I licked from the middle down his crack and then back up. I licked down again this time to his hole and then licked back up.
Bruce (gasping): "What are you doing."
I couldn't believe what I was doing and thinking about doing. I had heard of rimming but never thought I'd do something like that.
I licked down again and this time stopped at his hole and licked around it.
Bruce: "Geez Shawn."
I lapped at the hole a few times. Bruce squirmed a little. I placed my tongue at the entrance and pressed in a little. His hole opened slightly and allowed my tongue to enter.
Bruce: "Shawn"
I eased my tongue out and then back in, this time further. I licked around inside.
Bruce: "No"
I pulled out my tongue and whispered.
Me: "Do you want me to stop."
Bruce: "No"
I thought for a second then sucked in my index finger and slobbered on it. I pulled my finger out of my mouth and placed it against Bruce's hole. I eased it in. I watched in fascination as it disappeared inside.
Bruce: "Uh"
I slid my finger in and out several times before it was suddenly pulled from his hole as Bruce flipped over onto his back. He grabbed his shaft and started to pump. I reached between his legs, below his balls and found his hole. I worked my finger back in and started to work it in and out.
Bruce: "Oh my God."
Bruce arched his back high off the bed as gobs of cum started to shoot out of cock. The first shot landed on his face just above his mouth, the second made it all the way over his forehead to his hair. The next one landed on his face again, then his chest, then his stomach, then it oozed all over his hand. His back lowered to the bed as he continued to stroke until the oozing stopped. I could see a trail of cum glistening up and down the center of his whole body.
With my free hand I spread the cum around his body, coating his whole stomach and his chest.
Bruce: "You bastard. What did you do."
I just smiled and continued to massage his cum into his skin.
Bruce closed his eyes and laid still. I wish I had a camera. I loved his body. I loved his face. I loved Bruce. I left for the bathroom and returned with a washcloth warmly wet. I washed his chest, his stomach, his balls and of course his cock.
Bruce finally opened his eyes. He looked at me so warmly. He rolled on his side and placed his hand on my chest. He rubbed my chest, and then he moved his hand down to my stomach. He continued on to my slumbering dick. He gently fondled my cock and brought it back to life.
He leaned over and kissed me on the lips. He pulled back a bit and looked deep into my eyes.
Bruce: "What about you."
Me: "What about me."
Bruce: "I know what you want."
Bruce rolled onto his stomach and spread his legs.
Me: "Uh, do you, I, I can"
Bruce: "Its OK, go ahead."
I wasn't sure, I wasn't sure I even new how. Could I? Should I?
Bruce: "Do you have anything like lotion."
Me: "Yeah"
I reached over to my bureau for a plastic bottle of skin care cream. It was all I had. I hadn't planned for this.
Bruce: "Use your fingers first."
Me: "Have you done this before?"
Bruce: "No, but it makes sense. Loosen it up first."
I knelt between Bruce's legs, put some lotion on my finger and let it gently ease into Bruce asshole. I slid it in and out a few times.
Bruce: "Use two fingers."
I applied more lotion, this time to two fingers. I slid them into Bruce's hole.
Bruce: "Yeah"
Me: "You're enjoying this?"
Bruce: "Yeah"
I worked my fingers all the way in and out.
Bruce: "OK, go ahead."
I applied lotion to my dick, it throbbed almost out of control. I moved forward and pressed my cock against his crack. I slid it up and down. I heard load moaning. It was me.
I slid my cock head down his crack and stopped at his hole. I pushed forward a bit. Nothing happened. I was really concerned about hurting Bruce but he encourage me to go on.
Bruce: "Go ahead."
Bruce's moved his ass around as I pushed a little more. The tip started to enter. I was mesmerized by the site of my dick head entering his hole.
Bruce: "Uhhhhh, keep going."
I pressed a bit harder and watched as Bruce's asshole closed around my corona. My shaft started then started to sink into his hole. My whole body tingled. I pressed in as far as I could go.
Bruce: "Oh, Shawn"
I don't know if Bruce realized how important his words were to me. Somehow they strengthened me. They touched me deeply. This was no longer sex for me, we were making love. The feelings were inside and out, although right now the feelings outside were getting pretty intense.
I pulled my shaft out. I meant to stop at the rim of my head but my cock popped out. I placed it back to his entrance and pressed in again. My head slipped in easier this time. I pressed to the limit and stopped. I savored the moment, my cock buried deep inside of Bruce. The urge to continue took over. I started to slide in and out, my whole body was on fire. I got a nice rhythm going. My body was in automatic mode. I could feel things starting to build inside my body. I began to pump feverishly. The feelings grew and finally went over the edge. It was mind blowing. I pumped my seed into Bruce over and over. I was a part of him. He was a part of me.
I didn't want it to stop. My back was arched and I was thrusting with my whole body. Sweat flowed down and off my body and onto Bruce.
The pace slowed. The bursts began to subside. I slowed my thrust but I didn't stop. I could feel my cock begin to soften. I pumped slower and slower and then I just collapsed onto his back my cock still inside.
We laid there forever, and then I moved a bit to get more comfortable and my dick head plopped out of his ass. I rolled off and then onto my stomach. We lay side by side. Looking Face to face. We looked into each others eyes. There was happiness and contentment. What else does a man need. Sleep overtook us.
Some time later I woke to sound of someone knocking at my door. Did Bruce lock the door when he came in last night? I leaped from the bed and rushed the door.
End of Part II. Coming soon, the final chapter.