My blood brother Carl and his wife Charmaine joined me and my wife Demeecee for a night out on the town. We went to go see one of Tyler Perry's "Medea" plays, then went out to dinner. Charmaine and Carl was expecting their first child, as Char' was already more than 6 months pregnant and glowing like a light house (the size of one too no doubt). While waiting for our food, Char' and Demeecee decided to hit the ladies room, leaving me and Carl alone for the first time that evening.
"Man, I'll be glad when this pregnancy's over!" sighed my brother, the moment the girls were away from the table.
"Excited about being a father?" I asked, smiling and excited for him.
"Well, yeah there's THAT too. But what I really want is SEX!" he said in a loud under toned whisper.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Yall not having sex?"
"It's not funny, Milt!" he said seriously. "Ever since Charmaine started showing, she's been afraid I might HURT the baby!" he said frustrated.
"But I thought women could still have sex up til the 9th month of their pregnancies?" I asked, naively.
"That's what I said! But she thinks the baby will have a better chance at being 'normal' of we reframed from sex. She thinks I might get too carried away and injure it or something." I laughed again. " It's NOT funny, man! I've been sitting here with BLUE BALLS all night!"
"Why don't you just get some chick to help you out?" I asked, knowing my brother had his pick of women before he married (as did I). "How bout Rolanda? She'd let you come over if you gave her a call."
"Rolanda..." said Carl, day dreaming about the last time he saw her naked (the night before his wedding). "I can't!"
"Why not? She's give in like a loose cave as soon as she hears your voice!" I insisted.
"I know! That's the problem! If I hit it with Rolanda, she's gonna wanna keep it up. And I'm not trying to really CHEAT on Charmaine. What if Ro' get's pregnant? I can't have 2 babies by 2 different women! Man, that's tacky!"
"So use a condom!" I said, taking a sip of wine.
"You know I don't like them man (nor do I). They KILL the feeling." he said. I was total agreement. Condoms were like trying to swim in a pool full of plastic.
"You know, Demeecee tried that shit with ME recently." I said, leaning into my brother to keep our conversation private.
"What?" he asked curiously.
"Holding out on sex." I said. "Ever since she let her little brother move in, she's been rationing how much pussy I get and when I can get it. Ain't THAT some shit?"
"What you do?" smiled Carl, knowing I had something up my sleeve.
"I got me some ass on the side!" I confessed. "Ain't no bitch gonna make ME have blue balls!" I laughed.
"Ain't you scared you might get her pregnant?" he asked, concerned.
"Nope." I said confidently. "The bitch I'm fucking CAN'T get pregnant, no matter how many times we fuck!"
"Damn, you lucky!" smiled Carl, enviously.
"Want me to introduce you?" I offered. "I'm sure I can get you some if you want."
"Seriously?" asked Carl, his dick throbbing beneath the table at the mere thought of some action. "Will she let me HIT IT too?"
"Most definitely." I said, taking another sip of wine. "Only ONE thing though..." I added.
"What?" asked Carl in suspense.
"It's not a woman." I said.
Carl's jaw dropped. He looked around the restaurant to make sure we were alone.
"Not a woman?" he repeated, his eyes wide with doubt. "Is it a...man?" he asked in shock.
"Yup." I answered. "Best HEAD I ever had, too." I added.
Carl looked around again, not wanting to be over heard.
"You let a...a...MAN, suck your dick?" he asked, his face twisted in disbelief.
"Yup. Demeecee wasn't doing shit. So I improvised!"
"Couldn't you've found a girl?" he asked in a harsh whisper.
"Yeah, but like you said, I didn't want to CHEAT on her and get into something serious." I answered. Carl shook his head, then took a drink from his glass.
"And THIS is the chick you wanted to hook me up with?" he asked after getting his barings.
"You wanted something easy, quick, and with NO strings attached." I explained. "Where else you gonna find a woman that'll let you come over to her crib, fuck her mouth and ass, then let you walk right out the door without wanting anything from you?" Carl hunched his shoulders, knowing that was nearly impossible to find. "With a guy, he already KNOWS the deal. He knows you not gonna leave your wife for no man! He already ready for you when you get there, all you have to do is decide which hole you wanna fuck more."
"Damn..." whispered Carl at my bluntness. "How long this been going on?" he asked, curiously.
"Ever since my wife's brother moved in."
"HE don't know about it, do he?" asked Carl.
"HE's the nigga I'm fucking!" I said, out right. Carl's mouth dropped just as Charmaine and Demeecee returned from the powder room.
All during the course of the meal, I could see Carl stealing looks at me. He obviously wanted to discuss this some more, but this wasn't the right time or place.
After dinner, we all walked to our cars and said our goodbyes in the parking lot. Our wife's hugged "goodbye" as Carl and I slapped hands and pat each other on the back in solidarity. Then he whispered in my ear "we'll talk later..." before getting into his car and driving off.
It was less than 2 days later when Carl called and asked if he could come over. I'd just gotten in from work, and wasn't planning anything special so I invited him over. We went up into the "game room" (the second spare room in the house where I kept my playstations and other games that Deme wouldn't let me play on the big screen TV). I made Marlon get us a couple of beers, then sent him to his room to wait for more orders.
"You seem to have him trained." said Carl, popping the cap on his brew.
"Nigga gotta do something to pay his way around here." I said, with a wink. Carl took a long chug to relax himself.
"Aren't you scared he might tell Deme on you one day?"
"Who she gonna be more mad at, him or me?" I asked. Carl hunched, not really knowing. "You thought any more about my offer?"
"To be honest, it's all I thought of." admitted Carl. "You made some good points back at the restaurant. I don't think I could let another woman suck my dick without feeling guilty about it. But a man...."
"I guarantee, you won't have blue balls for long." I promised. Carl finished his bottle, then said he was ready.
"Bring him IN!" he insisted. I got up from the sofa, and called Marlon in from his room.
"Yes, Milt?" he asked, peeking his head in through the door.
"Come in. Close the door." I said. Marlon did as I said, awaiting my next command.
"Hi Carl." he said, giving my brother a wave.
"Sup?" said Carl, avoiding eye contact. I could see my brother's dick trying to bust through his zipper. He really needed to get off, before he hurt somebody.
"Yo Marlon, I need you to do me a favor." I said.
"Anything." said Marlon, eager to please me.
"You know my brother's wife's pregnant, right?" he nodded his head 'yes'. "She's been refusing to have sex with him, so I told him about OUR agreement." I saw Marlon suddenly look embarrassed as he lowered his head. "I need you to help my brother out. You know, like how you do ME."
"But....you said you wouldn't tell anyone, Milt..." complained Marlon.
"It's only my brother. He won't tell anybody. Right Carl?" Carl nodded, looking at the TV screen and ignoring us both. "Come on Marlon, do it for ME. I'll look out for you later." I promised. "I'll give you whatever you want."
Marlon didn't say anything. He stood there for a few seconds, waiting for Carl to make the first move. Carl sat paralyzed in his seat, waiting for Marlon to make the first move. Then Marlon got in front of Carl, and knelt down between his legs. Carl sat silently, afraid to move, say anything, or touch Marlon for fear of sudden gayness.
Marlon reached for Carl's zipper, then began to unfasten his pants. I sat back on the other end of the couch, and watched as Marlon fished out Carl's hardon. My brother's dick sprung up out of his pants like a jack in the box, all thick and standing. I could see Marlon was impressed by the way his face lit up. He leaned forward, taking Carl's dick between his lips. I heard Carl sigh, the tension suddenly releasing from his body as he laid back and relaxed with Marlon's face down between his legs.
I'm not gay or anything (not that anything's wrong with it), but it was kinda exciting watching him suck my brother off. I knew everything Carl was feeling, having gotten many blow jobs from Marlon myself. He leaned back against the sofa cushions and spread his legs comfortably as Marlon took half his dick into his mouth, lathering up the surface with his tongue and spit.
Marlon bobbed his head up and down, then sucked at the head for awhile before plunging it all the way down into his throat. Carl gasped as his dick hit nothing but soft interior, Marlon's throat molding to the shape of my brother's dick.
"Damn...!" gasped Carl.
"I know, feels like heaven, eh?" I laughed, my own dick getting hard as a brick from just watching the action.
Marlon knew his stuff. He swallowed Carl's dick down to the balls, then buried his face in his lap. Carl moaned, grabbing the back of Marlon's head instinctively. Marlon pulled back, sliding his lips up the shaft and bobbing his head profusely. Carl looked over at me, and smiled.
"Thanks man, I really needed this!" he said, sincerely.
"Anytime man." I said, back.
Carl leaned his head back against the couch, closed his eyes, and enjoyed his blow job, -his dick finally getting all the attention it wanted (and THEN some). Despite Marlon's earlier hesitations, he really seemed to get into sucking my brother's dick. He bobbed his head up and down, taking more and more of it on the down strokes. I watched his lips move up and down the hard wet shaft as, slithering back and forth along the length, all in the attempt to get my brother off. Periodically Carl would open his eyes to watch himself be blown. He'd watch Marlon suck him off, then close his eyes again to concentrate on cumming. Marlon sucked and licked at the head, licking all the pearly cum drops from the tip. I could see the sticky semen on his lips and tongue before he swallowed them down. He obviously liked the taste of my brother's cum, as it seemed to drive him crazy and make him suck all the harder.
Carl started to move his hips up and down, fucking his dick into Marlon's mouth and making him take him deeper.
"Shit man, you were right about this mouth!" he sighed, getting into it.
I pulled out my own dick and started stroking. Carl's and mine were nearly the same size, his being a 1/2 inch or so bigger (probably because he was older). By now I was tired of watching blow jobs, and ready for one myself. I saw Marlon's eyes dart over to my dick the instant I pulled it out. He kept his eyes on it for a few minutes while he continued to suck my brother. I knew by the way he stared at it, that he wanted it bad. It made me feel good knowing he still wanted it, even after all the times he's already eaten it.
"Damn man, you be getting this shit done all the time?" sighed Carl, breathing harder now.
"Every chance I get." I smiled.
Carl groaned as Marlon took him deep into his throat again, then ground his head down in his lap to make the dick churn in his throat. Carl panted as Marlon took control over him, bobbing his head fast, making Carl get closer to spilling his load. It'd been over a month since he'd gotten off, so I knew he had a big load stored in his balls. Marlon must've known too, cause he really started attacking that dick like it did something to him personally. I knew it was only a matter of time before Carl was blowing like a hydrant.
"Oh shit, man...I'm getting close!" he warned. I think Carl expected Marlon to pull off, but the warning only inspired him to work harder. "I'm serious man, I'm about to cum!"
"So CUM already, nigga!" I said, knowing Marlon would want it.
"Oh...shit!!" yelled Carl, jerking forward as his dick started to erupt in Marlon's mouth.
I heard Marlon gargle, then gulp down Carl's juice as it poured out into his mouth. Carl sighed heavily, looking as if the world had been lifted from his shoulders in one climactic orgasm. It's amazing what a good cum can do for you! Marlon was still finishing up his dinner (polishing off Carl's knob), when he crawled over between MY legs for desert.
Having jacked my dick while watching my brother get blown, had my dick already leaking a generous amount of pre-cum from the head. Marlon placed his lips over the tip and began to suck the semen out.
"Damn, he a hungry one, ain't he?" laughed Carl, his dick dying slowly as it started to drift over his pant leg.
I removed my hand, letting Marlon's mouth take me completely. I could hear him moaning, enjoying the taste of me and my cum already. He took me all the way down into his throat, letting me feel the deep velvety interior before backing off and sucking like a fiend. 'Damn, he was working me over' -I thought to myself, feeling my dick already starting to pulse and throb in record time. I guess I was already close to cumming from watching Carl get sucked. Marlon deep throated me several times, knowing that would throw me over the edge. I started cumming gobs of salty sperm in his mouth. Marlon groaned as he ate it all down, suckling me until I went soft and limp in between his lips.
"Thanks. You can go now." I told him, after he finally released me. Marlon smiled, then stood, and left without a word.
"Damn man, YOU da Mann -nigga!" encouraged Carl, grinning widely. Both our dicks lay limp in our laps. Both satisfied by the same sucking mouth. I invited Carl over for a blow job whenever he needed one. He assured me that as long as Charmaine was pregnant, he'd be stopping by practically daily.