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Hag’s Straight BrotherWill has his Grace. I had my Liz. We’d met through my old boyfriend who’dbeen her hair stylist. At the time Liz was a high fashion model, willowythin and drop-dead beautiful, a 22-year old version of Vanessa Redgrave. Webecame best friends and confidants. She shed Stephan as her hairdresser atabout the same time I dumped him as a low-life cheating lover. Within ayear of that she and I had decided to share a two-bedroom railroad flat inChelsea. From that point on, until she finally met a straight man whointerested her, we spent most of our free time together. She easily couldhave had her choice of men, but as with most fag hags she preferred thecompany of men who loved men.At the time I was not remotely interested in getting into anotherrelationship. Random acts of hot sex were the only thing that interested meabout men; socially I preferred to do things with Liz. In total we livedtogether for a wonderful 4 years and coincidently at the end of that timewe each met the men of our dreams. I’m still in New York with my boyfriend,while Liz lives in Great Barrington, Massachusetts. She and her husbandremain our good friends and we spend a good deal of time visiting togetherwhen they come to the City or when we go up to the Berkshires.Of course that isn’t the point of the story, so I’ll get down to the goodparts. Liz and I had been living together for about a year and a half whenshe asked if I minded if her baby brother stayed with us for about a week.He and Liz had been raised in Kansas. At the time her brother, Keith, was ahigh school senior and interested in going to NYU. He was planning a tripto New York right after Christmas to check out the school and to experienceNew Year’s Eve in the Big Apple.Of course I had no objection to Keith staying with a us for a week, but Iwas curious about what he was like. In all our time together Liz rarelymentioned her family and strangely I had seen no photographs of any ofthem, except her mom.In answer to my question Liz said, “He’s seven years younger than me sothat I only remember him as a k**. He’s very smart and even better looking.From what my mom says that’s both a blessing and a curse. He’s become alittle arrogant because he seems to assume that all women will just throwthemselves at his feet. Unfortunately it seems there’s some basis in factfor his thinking that. I figure that time in New York will do him somegood. In Kansas it not too hard to be the best looking guy in town, in NewYork you’re just one of theherd and there’s always someone better lookingthan you coming around the next corner.”Hearing how good looking he was, of course I had to ask, “Is there anychance that he’s gay?””I guess there’s always a chance, he’s certainly handsome enough to be gay,but I’m afraid Sweetie that he’s terminally straight. So don’t get yourhopes up.”Liz cleared her schedule for the holiday week, with the exception of oneafternoon shoot for Vogue that her agent insisted that she do and I askedfor the week off from work so that the two of us could show Keith New York.The day after Christmas Liz and I headed for Newark Airport to meet Keith’splane. When he emerged from the gangway I understood clearly what Liz hadbeen talking about. There was no doubt that he could easily have been thebest looking high school senior in Emporia, Kansas if not the best lookingguy in town and with just a little grooming and a better developed fashionsense he would certainly be able to hold his own even amongst the best NewYork had to offer. He was 6’2”, blond, blue eyed, with a chiseled jaw lineand the same high cheekbones as his sister. I cursed the gods who’d madethis boy straight.He was a bit arrogant with a know-it-all attitude that is often typical inan 18-year old. Still he had intelligence, charm and looks enough to makeyou willing to overlook it. The bottom line was that I liked him, found himtotally appealing and agreed with canlı bahis Liz that living in the big city wouldsmooth out the rough edges.Liz had planned a big first evening for him and us. Early dinner at WindowsOn The World (this was the mid-90s) followed by The Will Roger’s Follies onBroadway. Through he contacts Liz had managed to get us house seats for theperformance.Both Keith and I were ready to go by 5:00 and were sitting together in theliving room while Liz was doing her thing. I wasn’t really prepared for theconversation that we had.”So you’re gay.”I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement of fact, so I respondedwith a flip remark.”Well the last time I remember having sex was with a guy, so I guess it’strue.””What’s it like?””What’s what like?””You know, getting it on with a guy.””I don’t know, I guess it’s pretty much the same as getting it on with awoman only you have different equipment to work with.””Yeah, I guess, but I mean what do you get out of sucking cock?”His bluntness caught me off guard. “Well let me ask you, what do you getout of eating pussy?”To my surprise he answered, “it’s a real turn on, I mean it’s just too coolto be able to get a girl all fired up, like to make her cum with yourmouth. I kinda think I like it as much as fucking, maybe more.”It dawned on me that he was being serious. He wasn’t hostile or critical,just curious. I soften my tone.”It’s just about the same for a guy doing a guy. The way I see it oral sexcan be a kind of power trip for both guys. The one giving a blow job has asense of control, of being able to make another guy horny and worked upenough to blow his load and you got to feel that if you have a guy’s familyjewels in your mouth you have some kind of power over him. For the guygetting sucked it `s also a power thing. I mean from his perspective he hasanother guy between his legs servicing him; that can be a real powertrip. It’s a guy sort of thing that I think you don’t have between a manand a woman, at least not in the same way. Besides,” I threw in, “very fewwomen can give head as good as a guy. Face it no woman, no matter howexperienced she is can know what it feels like to get a blow job. A manknows exactly what it feels like and can do what he knows works.””I get you,” he looked pensive, “that makes sense. Like, no matter how manytime I eat out a girl I’ll never really know what she’s feeling. I can onlyguess from her reactions about what’s working, but another girl would knowexactly what the she’s experiencing. So you’re saying that oral sex is bestwhen it’s between two people of the same sex.””Right, at least that’s my theory, but I’m pretty sure I’m right. Of coursethere must be guys who are experienced enough to be as good as any womanand the same for women with men, but generally speaking, it’s easier for aman to please a man or a woman a woman.””I say that it makes a lot of sense. I’d never even considered it.”At that point Liz emerged from the bedroom and the conversation stopped. Wehad a wonderful evening out on the town and the following two days weregreat. We did a couple of museums, shopped 5th Avenue, and toured GreenwichVillage. We even took Keith to our favorite gay bar, Marie’s Crisis a smallpiano bar where the patrons spend the evening drinking and singing showtunes. The fourth day was the day Liz had her photo shoot, Keith had anappointment with admissions at NYU and I decided to get a few errandsdone. We all decided that we’d meet back at the apartment by 6:00 and thendo Chinatown and Little Italy in the evening with dinner at Luna’s ourfavorite Italian restaurant.I finished my errands earlier than I’d expected. I decided that I’d just gorather than find something else to do. The busy days and late nights haddrained me a little and an afternoon nap would be a welcome respite, also Iwas particularly horny so I figured I could beat off to a porno video whileno one was home and then bahis siteleri drift into a relaxed sleep.. I knew Liz was atwork and Keith had said that he planned to do a little New York exploringon his own.I was surprised, disappointed and somewhat annoyed when I opened theapartment door and heard rock music blaring out from the living room at theend of the hall. I walked down the hall fully intending to vent myfrustration at not being alone on Keith by reminding him that we hadneighbors. Once I got to the living room door all that was forgotten. Theresprawled out on our living room couch was Keith, totally naked, head thrownback on the arm rest with his eyes closed and what had to be a thick 7inches of rock hard cock firmly locked in his pounding fist.My immediate thought was to back away and leave the apartment. Thebeautiful sight before me however just froze me in place. His body wasmagnificent and as though that wasn’t enough to fixate me his cock was anabsolute work of art. Ramrod straight, long and thick with a meatyhelmet-shaped head, pre-cum bubbling out making the entire thing glisten. Ijust stood there in awe with a growing desire to do something I knew Icould not. I told myself that I’d just drink in the sight, fix it in mymind and recall it later while I took my own problem in hand. Just as Iresolved to do that, as though he sensed my presence, Keith’s eyes opened.I was more shocked than he was. In his position I would have beenembarrassed, but apparently he was not, but I was. I just kept staring andI know that he perceived the lust and desire in my eyes.He smiled at me and then pushed his cock straight up so that it was at a 90degree angle with his supine body. “Pretty nice one don’t you think?” Hiswas an arrogance born of the certain knowledge that he was right. I managedto nod my head while I just continued to stare at it.”I hope you’re not offended, but I wasn’t expecting you home and well I’mreally horny, as you can tell. Now that you’re here you can watch if youwant, but I’ve been thinking about what you said and if you’re willing Iwouldn’t mind.””What?” I managed to croak out.”I wouldn’t mind getting a little head. If you’re right, and I think maybeyou are, guys give great head. I love head, I’m horny as hell and if you’rewilling to help a guy out I think it would be cool. If you’re notinterested then I’ll just finish what I started.”He knew he had me. I knew he knew and he knew that I knew he knew. Therewasn’t much point denying it. My only half-hearted attempt not go there wasa lame, “I can’t, you’re Liz’s baby brother. I don’t think she’d exactlyapprove.””I don’t think she ever has to know. I’m certainly not going to tellher. So are you interested?”I certainly have no false pride. I love sucking cock, especially big, thickbeautiful cocks like the one that was being displayed in front of me. Thefact that it was attached to a straight 18-year old k** who was my bestfriend’s brother didn’t alter that fact. That I knew this would be a oneway non-reciprocated act also didn’t deter me. I wanted that cock more thananything in the world at that moment. It was available. I wanted it and Iwas going to have it. Fuck self-image.”Why don’t we go into my bedroom? I think we’d both be more comfortable inbed.”I didn’t have to ask him twice. He got a shit-eating grin on his face andgot up from the couch. His cock hadn’t diminished any and pointed outstraight, hard and proud as he followed me down to the other end of thehall and my room.Each of us instinctively knew our role in this ritual. He lay down on thecenter of my bed, put his hands behind his head, stretched his legs outwide, closed his eyes and waited. I stripped down to my boxers and joinedhim on the bed, kneeling between his legs.I reached out with my right hand, grasped and raised his taut cock fromflat against his stomach stroking it. This elicited a long sigh. Whilestroking him gently I güvenilir bahis bent down and began to run my tongue on his ballsac. He moaned. I sucked one of the delicate orbs into my mouth and hemoaned again. I began to work my tongue and lips on his balls and thesurrounding area, his moans gave way to groans of delight. I feasted for agood 3 or 4 minutes drawing out the enjoyment, delaying more intensepleasures to come. I didn’t often engaging in rimming, except with longterm boyfriends, but I wanted to eat his tender young ass. I don’t think hehad any idea what was coming, but he gave no resistance when I raised hislegs up and pushed them back toward his head. I moved in and just devouredhis hole. It was clean, tight and pink with just the faintest scent ofmusky maleness, I was in heaven.”Sweet Jesus! Oh my God,” was all he said before a loud continuous groanset in. Once it dawn on him just what was happening he brought his handsforward to hold back his legs freeing me to use my hands to spread hischeeks allowing me to gain access deeper still to his sensitive tunnel. Ilapped, munched and tongue fucked him until my tongue and lips wentnumb. From the guttural sounds he was making and the involuntary writhingof his body it was clear he was in ecstasy.When I could go no longer I ran my tongue from his hole back to his ballspushing his legs back down onto the bed. I laved his balls for anotherminute and then moved my tongue up playing it along the sensitive undersideof his hard shaft sending a discernable shudder through his body. When Ireached his cock head I ran my tongue around it, savoring the sweet tasteof the male nectar that was running profusely from the deep slit at thepoint. Then it was on to the main event. I plunged down on his cock untilall 7 thick inches were buried deep within my mouth stretching into mythroat opening. Up and down, in and out, he pumped up and I plunged down,we were in sync both moaning and groaning each in anticipation, he of hisultimate release, I of being rewarded with the essence of his youth andvirility.It didn’t take long. He was young and about as worked up sexually as aperson could get. I could tell he wanted relief while at the same time notwanting the exquisite pleasure to end. He was trying to hold off, but Ishowed him no mercy, I wanted to drink of him, to taste and swallow hishot, thick offering. I worked him hard and suddenly he let out a screamfrom deep with in his chest. His cock pulsed and my mouth filled with anintense flavor that was all man. I swallowed, he pulsed and again my mouthwas full and again I gulped it down. Once, twice, three times before theintensity began to wane, but even then I had to swallow twice more to becertain that none of the precious fluid escaped my lips. When I was certainthat he was fully drained I threw myself sideways across the bed at hisfeet, reached into my boxers and took my own hard 6 ½ inches into mygrasp. Hot as I was it only to four or five strokes before I was shootingfour geyser-like volleys into the air, my hot cum falling back down on mybody. I rubbed it into my flesh until my stomach and chest had a thinsticky coating. Only then was I recovered enough to look up.Keith was sitting propped up on his arms and elbows, grinning at me. He hada look of total bliss and contentment on his face.”That was fucking fantastic. I’ve had my cock in a lot of girls’ mouths,but compared to what just happened I have to say that was my first realblow job. I don’t know how you learned to do all that, but guys would surepay you if you could teach it to their girlfriends. Man, you can suck mydick any time. I just wish my sister was busy for the rest of the weekbecause I hate to think I won’t get to experience that again.As it turned out we didn’t get another chance to do “it.” At least not onthat trip, but when Keith started NYU and until I met the man I now sharemy life with we did manage to get together for similar playtimes about onceor twice a month. I still see him once in blue moon and he never fails tomention that I give the best head ever. Of course that’s only because I’mthe only guy who has ever had him.
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