I was spending the weekend with my older brother and his wife. When I let myself into their house I thought my brother and Emily had already gone out. But as I climbed the stairs I began to hear their voices, arguing about something, or so it sounded. Rather than letting on that I was here, I tip-toed to their bedroom, seeing that the door to it was ajar.
"I still don't feel like trying it, that's all!" Bob's wife said, somewhat impatiently, as my brother looked at her with beseeching eyes.
"I do everything you ask me to," he argued. I go down on you any time of night or day, whenever you want. I let you stick that dildo of yours up my ass. You wanted to spank me, so I let you spank me. I just want you to let me fuck your ass, even just one time, that's all. I'm nearly thirty and I've never fucked a woman in the ass. You've been fucked there, Emily. You told me that. I want to know what it's like, fucking an ass,
your
ass, my wife's ass."
I was stunned, hearing all this. Ass fucking! Dildos! Spanking!
"How many times do I have to tell you, Bob, you're just too big. That dick of yours is too fucking long, and it's too fucking thick. Plus, I don't like taking it up the ass. I never did. I only got ass fucked a couple of times, by that guy I told you about. And his cock was about half the size of yours,"
loved
it when I did you with that dildo."
My brother wasn't taking the bait.
"You can at least let me try," Bob said, almost pleading
"Listen, Bob. You yourself told me none of your girlfriends could take you up the ass, and a couple of them even tried, didn't they? So why should I be any different. Tell me that?"
"Because you're my wife, that's why!" Bob said, his frustration showing. I stood there, frozen in place, amazed that I was privy to a conversation between my brother and his wife about her unwillingness to take his cock up her ass!
"It's not like I ask for it all the time; but tonight's our anniversary. And you said this morning you'd like to do something special for me today. So I just thought I'd bring it up, and maybe..."
She stopped him, smiling, patting his cheek like he was a little lost boy, a boy asking for something outrageous, something even an indulgent mother had to deny him.
"Come here, honey," she said, drawing him close, reaching down to unzip his jeans. "Let me give you a nice blow job. That'll feel good and make you happy. Then we better get going. Remember, our reservation is at eight."
I stood there, my eyes unblinking, as my sister-in-law pulled my brother's cock out of his jeans and lowered her face to take it in her mouth.
Soon Bob's cock was thick and rigid between her lips. I'd seen my brother's dick many times, but never hard. One of my girlfriends fucked him for a while, so I'd heard from her just how big he was. But now I could see exactly what Emily meant when she said Bob was way too big, far too big to take up her ass. Now I could see – with my own eyes – that my brother was
amazingly well hung,
that his cock was
huge!
I stood there, astonished, watching Emily strain to wrap her lips around my brother's stunningly thick cock. He closed his eyes, relaxing, reaching down to run his fingers through her hair, drawing her closer, fucking her mouth. And she sucked him like a seasoned cocksucker. Something of a cocksucking devotee myself, I knew a thing or two about the meeting of cock and mouth. This was turning me on, turning me on a lot! Watching my sister-in-law suck my brother's massive cock. A few minutes later he gave out a grunt, a spasm seemed to go through his body like a bolt of lightning, and a moment later I saw a little trail of cum spilling out of the corners of Emily's mouth.
"Feel better, baby?" Emily asked, reaching for a tissue to wipe her lips, swallowing the bulk of what he had unloaded in her mouth.
Bob said, nothing, just falling back on the bed, limp as a ragdoll.
I had arranged to take a week's vacation in Jamaica and Eric was going to come down with me. I work as a stylist for a men's fashion magazine, and Eric was one of the models who regularly showed up in its spreads. Needless to say, he was absolutely gorgeous, a sleek 19-year old dreamboat from Minnesota who showed up in Manhattan one day, right after graduating high school, and a week later was discovered by my editor. Eric also happened to be gay. We'd become friends and I figured he'd be a perfect companion for a vacation. I was just getting over a difficult break-up with a boyfriend and didn't want to be bothered with guys coming on to me.
Just before heading down there, I heard from my brother. He and his wife had decided on a trial separation; and Bob was down in the dumps. He was between jobs and asked if he could stay with me for a while. I told him I was about to go on vacation, but he could stay at my place while I was gone. He said that was fine but what he really wanted was not to be alone, to spend some time with me. So I thought about it and decided he should come join Eric and me. The three of us could go down to Jamaica together.
Eric and I were going to share a room down in Negril, and now we needed a room for my brother too. But when I emailed to book one, I heard back that they didn't have a room available. The only thing the hotel had for us was a suite with two rooms and a single bathroom. One bedroom had two queen beds, and the other one. So I figured that would be perfect; two of us could sleep in one room and the third could have the other. Since Eric and Bob didn't know each other, I figured I should share a room with one of them. It didn't really matter, since one was gay and the other was my brother. So we decided Bob and me would share a room. That way we could talk about what was going on between him and Emily, and Eric could have some privacy.
It was fantastic down there. It seemed, near our resort, almost everyone sunbathed nude, and so did the three of us. It was no big deal for my brother and me. Bob and I had been to nude beaches before with our sister. And Eric, as a hot young male model, had seen his share of nude beaches at various exotic shooting locations.
Naturally the two guys eyeballed each other's bods, Eric especially checking out my brother 'down there.' Bob had himself a nice meaty cock, but of course you couldn't tell it was a true wonder, a freak of nature until it was erect.
They both were terrifically built, with lithe, smooth, gym-toned bodies and I must say I was rather proud to be seen at the beach with the two of them, my own sleek body a match for theirs, the three of us getting more than our share of stares from passersby.
My brother had decided to go in for a swim and I was left alone with Eric. Two obviously gay guys cruised past us naked, holding hands. And seeing them made me feel bold, made me feel like bringing up a topic, asking Eric a question I've sometimes wanted to ask gay guys I knew but never did, something I was curious about.
"Say Eric? Do you think one of them is a top and one of them's a bottom?" I asked as the two guys walked past us.
"Probably," he said, "a gay couple, that's often the case."
Now I was ready to get
real
bold, taking a breath.
"How about you, Eric? Are
you
a top or a bottom?"
He turned to me, a little shocked, but smiled.
"Depends. Depends on who I'm with, Carol, and on my mood. You're asking, do I usually suck cock or get my own sucked?"
"Uh— I guess—" I stammered, feeling a little awkward.
"Well, I like to have my cock sucked, what guy doesn't. But I have to admit that what I really
love
is sucking another guy's cock. So maybe I'm more of a bottom than a top."
God, I loved hearing that. It was just the right answer, given where my head was going, what I was scheming.
"How about fucking, Eric? Prefer to do the fucking, or to get fucked?"
