My wife's youngest brother is a great kid...well, man actually. He is in his senior year at College. He's been an athlete his whole life, and even now competes in football (American) at the Division III level. Aside from being a really good guy, he's also hot, and I mean smoking-fucking-hot! He's even made a little side money as a male model in some local publications in the Chicago/Milwaukee area.
He recently came to visit us, spending the long Thanksgiving Weekend at the house. I have known him since he was 10 years old and we have always gotten along great, but between my busy schedule, and his schooling, I had not actually seen him in almost a year. Boy was I surprised when he arrived at the house!
Max pulled up at the house and got out of his car. As he walked up and hugged my wife, I took a good long look at him. When I had last laid eyes on him he was the stereotype of a young punk kid. However, now the spiked and disheveled hair, pierced eyebrow and lip, overly baggy clothes and all the rest of the slacker look was gone. In place of that young punk kid stood a handsome young man.
He was about 6'3, and I would guess 190 lbs. or so, and very, very muscular from working out for his sports. His dark brown eyes were framed in his chiseled face by a normal, short, jock hairstyle. He was still wearing too-baggy clothes, but, his piercings were gone. His brown eyes were deep and dark as they gazed intently out from under his well shaped brow. His broad shoulders were obviously heavily muscled. All I can say is "wow"!
After visiting for a few hours, I found that I could not keep my lecherous gaze from my wife's stud brother. I continually snuck little peeks at his hot body and not-do-little package that was well-framed in the crotch of his nylon jogging pants. Man he was packing a huge cock!
After chit-chatting and catching up on all the family gossip, my wife announced that she was going to turn in for the night at about 10:00 or so.
"Why don't you guys go grab a beer or something?" she said after saying good night.
I looked at Max and said "You wanna run down to the bar for a while?"
"Why not," he said.
So off we went to the neighborhood pub, which is only about four blocks, so we walked over.
Well, after a few hours, several pitchers of beer, some dirty stories of the chicks he's dating, some sports "war stories" from both of us and a lot of bad dart playing, we stumbled back home, pretty well lit up and feeling good.
We crept into the house, trying to be quiet, slipped out of our shoes and sat down on the sofa, him on one end, and I on the other. I grabbed the remote and flipped on the TV. As I clicked through, the "rent screen" for the porno channel came up.
"Hey, hey, hey...!" He said.
"What, the porn channel?" I asked.
"Yeah man, you mind?" He said.
"Naw ...it's cool" I stuttered.
So, I ordered up the porno network, and we sat there, my brother in law and I, watching some blond bimbo with huge cans getting railed in the ass by some no-name big cock. I was really getting into it and with my hard cock throbbing in my jeans; I really wished Max wasn't there. In fact, as I snuck peeks at him, I was guessing by the bulge in his pants he was feeling the same way.
I shifted on my cushion and as inconspicuously as possible re-adjusted my raging bone.
"I am getting kind of uncomfortable here" I said "My cock's as hard as a rock."
"Yeah, me too. That bitch really likes it up her asshole." Max said
As we talked, I saw him absentmindedly rubbing himself through his pants. I don't know if it was the booze, or the extreme horniness, but I felt the last of my inhibitions slip away.
"Hey Max, Do college guys still circle jerk?" I asked him.
He looked intently at me for a couple of seconds, and I could see him thinking carefully before answering. Then he said "Well...a couple of times some of the guys from the team got together and jacked off after going to the titty bar...but we didn't, you know, touch each other or nothing gay like that."
I said with some mock surprise in my voice "Gay!? There's nothing gay about circle jerks. We used to do it in my frat all the time. In fact sometimes we made a game out of it."
"A game?" He asked.
"Yeah, a game" I told him. "We called it 'soggy biscuit'. We used to take a cookie or cracker or whatever and put it on the coffee table. Then we stood in a circle around it and jacked off the guy to our right. When he came we shot it onto the biscuit. The rule was that whoever was the last to get his partner off had to eat the biscuit. It was kind of funny to try and hold out so that your partner had to eat the biscuit" (I had never admitted this before, but we really did play this game, and we used to do all kinds of things, name calling pinching, etc. to keep the other guys from shooting until we did).
He looked at me, and was rubbing his crotch a little faster as he said "That's fucking gross, dude. Did you ever have to eat the biscuit?"
"A couple times," I admitted "but it wasn't that bad. Hell, I kind of even liked it"
Silence, except for the sound of him massaging himself through his pants.
"I guess I can see that" he said at a level barely louder than a whisper. "Can I tell you something without you thinking I am a fag?"
I nodded "yes".
"Sometimes when I jerk off, I taste my own cum. I like it, sometimes."
"That's cool, I eat my own cum too, sometimes." I told him "I like to eat Toni's pussy after I fill it with cum. I like the taste of cum, when it's mixed with pussy, I guess"
"Sweet!" was all he said.
I reached across and touched Max on the thigh.
"Hey, you ever touched another man before?"
"Only one time, when I was 12. We didn't do anything, I just touched his boner and he touched mine." Max then turned towards me. "I would like to try it again," he said as he looked directly into my eyes.
