"So, where the fuck is your sister, James?"
"She won't be back for several hours, she needed to go see our mom."
"Oh, so do you want to wait for her here? Have a beer, maybe? Do you drink beer?"
"Yes, of course, why?"
"Well, I thought... never mind. I'll be back."
Was Tom asking that because I was gay, maybe? The guy was a bigger moron than I thought, surely thinking that I was some kind of fairy only drinking Cosmopolitan cocktails. It's beyond me how my sister can be with him, putting up with this macho nonsense. Countless times I had witnessed them talking like shit to each other, the guy treating my sister like a scatterbrained housewife. Did she enjoy being treated like that? Did she really love him? I mean, yes, the guy is physically hot. Very short hair, athletic, big arms, a severe look on his face. An All-American twenty-five years old asshole. But the rest was not appealing.
Anyway, since I knew him, I was sure he hated me. I was clearly the kind of guy he would have bullied in high school. I was short, skinny, not so much effeminate but maybe it was possible to see I was gay, I wasn't sure. After a moment, he came back with two beers, gave me one and sat on the sofa, next to me, at a reasonably safe distance. Jeez, I'm not going to jump on you...
— 1st beer —
"So, we never talked about it, but, is it true that you're... gay?"
What the fuck is this question? And we never talked about anything.
"Hum, yes, it's true."
"Oh, well, that's cool with me, you know."
I don't need your fucking approval.
"Cool."
"It's not really my thing, but you're cool, so I don't have a problem with you."
The guy is a walking cliché. God, where is my sister?
"Good to know. Thanks, I guess."
— 2nd beer —
"You have a... boyfriend or something?"
"No, I'm single."
"Lucky guy. Don't get we wrong, I love your sister, but sometimes I wish I'd be single just for one evening, you know."
Yes, to cheat on her, surely.
"Did you ever had a boyfriend?" He continued.
"Once, but it didn't last."
"Well, you're eighteen, right? It'll come soon enough."
— 4th beer —
"Oh my God, you're right, she did that all the time when we were younger."
We were now laughing, and I was beginning to wonder if maybe the guy was somewhat... nice. The alcohol was starting to have its effect. Was it a good idea to drink next to this guy? I couldn't stop looking at his bulge, and it seemed fucking enormous. And I was not discreet.
"Are you checking on my cock?"
"N-No."
"Hey, I'm not gay, man. What the fuck?"
"Sorry, Tom. I didn't mean to."
"Seriously, man, is this a gay thing, watching every cock you come across?"
"N-No."
"So it's just you? You're a slut, aren't you? I always knew it, since the first time your sister introduced us. Do you like it because it's big?"
"I'm not a slut! Why are you talking to me like that? I said I was sorry."
Tom laughed. "Yes, you're sorry, fucking slut. You'd love to see it, don't you?"
"No!"
"Of course you do. Here, let me show you a real man cock." Something completely unexpected happened, as Tom removed his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. He removed them, revealing his black briefs, that he put down on his ankles. The bulge was real, his cock was huge and thick. And, I didn't know if it was the beer or something else, but he was hard—like really hard. His balls were beautiful, with some hair, massive and tight. I wanted to touch them, lick them. But the guy was my brother-in-law, and even if the beers were making him show his cock, surely we weren't going to have sex.
"Obviously," he said, "as you're gay, you really want to suck it, right?"
"I'm not like that, stop talking to me like that."
"You are. I always saw you giggling your ass, being all fancy and stuff. You just like cocks, and I'm sure your ass is a garage."
God, the more he humiliated me, the more I was turned on and wanted to crawl between his legs and suck him hard. Maybe I could just move forward. The guy was talking like a closeted guy, and he had his cock in his hand. I was sure he wanted me, and these horrible words were his way of saying it. So I slowly moved my hand toward his cock, brushing it slowly at first, and then caressing it faster. I remained gentle, to not brusk him.
"Fuck man, what are you doing? I'm not gay."
Tom was weird. He said that but didn't push me, and looked at his cock being slowly stroked like he was watching a piece of art. He was apparently the kind of guy to be in love with his own body, and that turned me on even more.
"You don't have to be gay to enjoy a blowjob," I said.
"Well, I'm not being blown, right now."
I took that as my cue, and without removing my hand from his cock, I got off the sofa and went between his legs. He had spread them, making his cock the full center of attention. The thing was raised and proud. Magnificent. He had a lot of hair there, but that was not gross. On the contrary, it looked like a real man cock.
I was on my knees, watching him, but he kept looking at his cock. Was he shy maybe? Fuck, I had the thick cock of a shy straight man—hell, my brother-in-law—in my hand. But his eyes were full of lust, and my own desire was unbearable. I opened my mouth and swallowed the whole thing. I wanted to give him the blowjob of his life. I was caressing his balls, making a nice back-and-forth movement with my mouth, playing with his cock's head with my tongue.
Tom was moaning and was now looking at me—timidly, but at least that was some progress. He tentatively put his hand on my hair and caressed me. Well, petted me would be a more appropriate word. I almost said I'm not a dog, man, but I realized that it excited me. The whole straight man clueless behavior was awesome.
"You suck like a princess, man."
Oh my God, it was now my turn to moan. In other circumstances, I would have found the princess thing weird, insulting even. But Tom was a real stereotype, and that was fucking hot. I wanted him to treat me like his princess, to talk to me like that. I wanted to be a power bottom for him, to show him that I could belong to him.
"Can you... Can you go deeper? I'd like you to choke on my cock, James."
That was the hottest thing anyone has ever said to me. This mix of domination and shyness. I removed his cock from my mouth, one hand around it, the other on his balls, and looked at him with imploring eyes, playing the innocent virgin. "Yes, Tom."
Before obeying, I removed all my clothes, including my briefs. I wanted Tom to have a beautiful view, so I went on all fours between his legs, arching my back the most I could, keeping my legs tighten, so that my little ass would stay up in the air.
"Fuck, you're really a good boy, James."
I swallowed his whole cock, and this enormous tool made me instantly choke. The lust in Tom's eyes was torrid, dangerous. He looked at me like a beautiful toy to fuck. I needed to please this powerful straight man, to let myself go and to obey all his wishes. I tried to let go of my gag reflex and kept sucking hard. I drooled a little.
"Fucking hell, that's hot, boy. That's what I call a real blowjob. You like to suck hard like that, don't you?"
"Yes, Tom. But I think I need help. Can you force me a little?"
He moaned. Well, no, he roared. "How?"
"I think I need you to pull my hair and force your cock down my throat."
"God..." He didn't hesitate a second and took my hair in his hand—he hurt me a little, but that felt good—and drove my head toward his cock. He forced himself down my throat. It was hard, and I struggled. The gag reflex made me lose my arching position. Tom's grip was merciless.
"Shh, come on, you like that. Stay. I said stay! Yes. Keep your ass up in the air, boy."
I drooled a lot more than earlier, and the saliva flowed on his cock and his balls. I wanted to lose myself in the humiliation. I had tears in my eyes.
"Your ass is very tiny, boy. I want to fuck it. Hard."
He released his grip, and I removed his cock from my mouth. "I want it too."
"Did you ever had cocks in your ass?"
