So my brother had to move in with me. I'm the youngest. I'm the responsible one. The one who scrimped and saved, buying my own home and generally living a good life. He, on the other hand, sees money in his account and assumes he has money, never mind that he wrote a check that cleared out half of it thirty seconds ago.
He's a good guy, really. He's a hard worker and will bend over backwards to help anyone in need. He also likes his pot. I can't fault him for that. I didn't partake and we all had our vices. Mine is sex, and with his odd sleeping hours, he was putting a real damper on me having meaningful short term relationships where names were rarely exchanged.
It didn't help that his hook up is this cute Filipino guy named Emilio. He's like a nerd with rough edges. His hair is always cut short and clean shaven. Wire frame glasses attempt to hide those deep brown eyes. His clothes hang on his slender frame, but they always make his rich almond toned skin pop.
I know he has some ink on his skin. I've seen it the few times he's worn a tank top over. It also allowed me to his baby smooth chest. I don't know what attracts me more to him, those full red lips or that cute little tushie. It's just one of those cute little butts you want to grab and adore, while his lips tend to make you want to kiss him.
The first time I met him was the first Saturday after my brother moved in. I had just gotten home from the gym and shucked my shirt to toss in the laundry when I heard the door knock. When I opened the door, he cowered back a bit when he saw my five foot eight muscle thick frame. I guess he wasn't expecting me to be answering the door.
"Is Todd here?" He said after a moment. "You must be his brother, you look a lot like him, except built." It was true, my brother and I looked a lot alike, except he was naturally skinny, where I had grown up chubby, stocky. Now I hit the gym regularly. I had big muscles hiding under that thin layer of fat I can't seem to get rid of. "I'm Emilio."
"I'm Lawrence. I think he might be here." I said eyeing him. He was a good three inches shorter than me, and I really just wanted to pick him up and do so many naughty things to him. "I just got home. Nice to meet you." I extended my hand. His grip was firm and his hand was soft in mine. "Come in, I'll see if he's here or awake."
He waited, awkwardly in the doorway while I checked my spare room, only to find the residual odor of pot smoke. "He's not here." I called out as I made my way back to him. Damn, he was cute, verging on adorable. My cock groaned when he sucked on his upper lip, thinking about what I had said. "I think he had to work today. I can't really keep up with his schedule."
"Just tell him I stopped by." He turned and grabbed the door handle, and I saw that cute tight butt. He turned and smiled at me. "It was nice meeting you." I could have sworn he eyed me up and down as he left. Of course it could have been my imagination. I hadn't had sex in nearly two weeks. A new personal record.
After that, I saw Emilio a lot more often, mainly when my brother messaged him to hook him up. They'd disappear into his room for a bit and then Emilio would come out, reeking of marijuana. I was pretty immune to the smell by now. He would, occasionally sit with me on the couch watching television till he came down.
I rarely went out for a drink, but sometimes you just need one. I have a local watering hole I hit just around the corner. Nothing fancy, some pool tables, dart board and low lighting so you don't see how shabby the place really is. Your typical dive bar. It was where I go to grab a drink or two just to scratch that itch of going out.
I was there one Friday night when my brother was out with his on again, off again, on again girlfriend. I was sitting at the bar, nursing my cocktail when I felt the hand on my shoulder. "Hey, Lawrence, how are you?" I turned to see Emilio's grinning face. "I didn't know you came here." He sat down beside me. "Let me buy you a drink."
Two drinks later, we were talking and laughing. Emilio was touchy feely when he had alcohol in him. I tried not to read anything into it, but he kept feeling my arms, and patting my chest, all the while complimenting me on my body. I fought every urge in me to just kiss him right there. He was straight and just being friendly, I told myself.
After we did a shot, I was feeling the buzz, and so was Emilio. I didn't know where Emilio lived, but I knew he drove here and I wasn't about to let him drive. "You better crash on my couch." I said standing and stretching. "You are in no shape to drive." When he stood up and almost fell, he made my point. "You can grab your car in the morning, come on."
He didn't say anything, just grinned goofily at me. I tucked him under my arm, guided him out the bar and down the street back to my place. He had his arm around my waist the entire time. I assumed it was to keep from himself stumbling, but he kept falling into me. Thankfully, we had a short walk back to my place.
"Get comfortable." I said sitting him on the couch. "I'll grab you a blanket and pillow." When I came back with a spare pillow and blanket, he was stripped down to this boxers, blue ones with little rubber duckies on them. My eyes drank in his lithe toned form and that intricate artwork that started on his bicep and crossed his chest to the other bicep.
"I got to piss." He said swaying. It took me a second to realize he wanted me to guide him, so I took him by the arm, and down the hall to the bathroom. I put him in front of the bowl and gave him his privacy as he let loose his bladder. When he stumbled out, I was about to guide him back to the couch, but he had other plans. "I want to sleep in here."
He pushed past me to my room. "Emilio, that's my bed." I flicked on the light as he bounced into my queen size bed. "Emilio, you're not sleeping in my bed." He ignored me as he pulled back the covers and crawled in. I just shook my head and let him be. I went and locked up, grabbed two bottles of water and headed back.
I sat one bottle on the nightstand beside Emilio. I smiled at the slumbering Emilio. He actually looked cuter, curled up under the covers. I sighed, turning off the light and stripping down to my own boxer briefs. I crawled into my side of the bed. At least he hadn't taken my spot in the bed. I'd worry about the fall out in the morning.
The next morning, I slowly woke up, feeling a warm body spooning me. An arm was slung around my chest, holding me close, the fingers casually petting my nipples. My dick was brick hard, pushing its way up and out of my underwear. I was still half dreaming when I pushed back against the man in a similar state behind me.
I was content for a moment when I felt him rutting against my fat muscled ass, then I froze. My eyes shot open in panic when I remembered it was not some stranger behind me, but Emilio. I tried to pull away, but he held on tight. He was pretty strong for a skinny guy. I wasn't sure what to do, as his humps on my bumps increased in speed and intensity. I had to do something before he splattered my underwear with his morning emissions.
I sighed, forbidding myself from enjoying this. With a little more force, I gently peeled his arm from my chest, then myself from Emilio. He grumbled something as he rolled back over to his side of the bed. The first time in weeks that I had a hot guy in my bed and it had to be some touchy feely straight guy. Was this my life now?
I slipped on some sleep pants and quietly left my room, letting Emilio sleep off his stupor. I peered into my brother's open door. His bed was made, so either he had already come and gone or he hadn't come home last night. I hoped for the latter since Emilio's clothes were still on the living room floor.
I had made a fresh pot of coffee and was enjoying my first cup when Emilio came out, one hand scratching his head, the other his crotch. "How much did we drink?" It didn't seem to bother him that he had just woken up in his underwear in my bed, or that he was still just in them as he entered my personal space. "Mind if I have a cup?"
"Help yourself." I moved away, getting out of his gravitational pull. I wanted to reach out and feel his chest. "I don't know how much you had, but I had well over my limit." I admired that smooth cocoa chest with their small deep reddish brown nipples that I wanted to drag my tongue across. "You were pretty well off."
He leaned against the counter, sipping his coffee, the fly of his boxers open, teasing me with a glimpse but not giving me one. He had to know what he was doing to me. If he didn't, I'd have to explain it to him in no uncertain terms that things like last night were not going to happen ever again. With my luck, it would.
Emilio lingered around the house with me for another hour. It was thirty minutes before he finally put his pants and he didn't put his shirt on till he left. When I got the text from my brother that he wasn't going to be home till Sunday night, I about jumped for joy. Then I had to decide whether or not I wanted a trick or just blow my load. The fact that I couldn't find anyone after an hour to come and have a sexual handshake solved that dilemma.
I straightened up a bit, thought about going to the gym, but my balls were ice blue. I didn't bother with porn. I just stripped naked and plopped into my unmade bed. I spread my legs, took hold of my anguished neglected dick, closed my eyes and slowly moved my hand up and down my thick seven inches.
My mind wandered to Emilio. The cologne he was wearing was clinging to my sheets. All I could think of was his tight, toned body and those lips ready to be kissed. I remembered the feel of his body pressed to mine, and his urgent thrusting at my ass, and how I just wanted to pull my underwear down and guide him into me.
