My Friend’s Brother

My friend Spencer just turned 21 this past weekend. He’s really a cute kid:
About 5’10” with a slim build which is starting to bulk up from
weightlifting. He loves to wear baggy jeans that sit low on his waist,
homeboy style. This makes me nuts, because when he unconsciously lifts up
his shirt to scratch his belly or something, I can see his Celtics or
Hornets boxer shorts underneath. He almost always has a baseball hat over
his close- buzzed, light brown hair. Despite the fact that he’s really
cute, I manage to keep my hormones in check and we have a pretty normal
–if superficial friendship. I’m pretty sure he’s straight, because he
talks about girls a lot even though I’ve never seen him with one. I feel
kind of like an older brother to him, although I am not sure he feels the
same way.

The other night, I told Spencer that — since he’s 21 now — I wanted to take
him out for a drink or two. Of course he agreed. What newly-legal boy
wouldn’t jump at the chance to show off his new status.

When the big night came I picked Spencer up at his house. He looked really
cute in baggy jean shorts and a Nike t-shirt. We went to a fifties-style
bar which is attached to one of the local hotels. Needless to say, Spencer
drank more than I did, and his body couldn’t handle it. He got pretty
obnoxious, which in a way was good because it kept the girls away. I
wasn’t looking forward to the prospect of trying to appear interested in
them, and — God forbid — what if one took a liking to ME?

So after what seemed like forever, but probably wasn’t too long, I told him
we should be going. Of course he didn’t want to, but I poured him into the
car and took him back to his house. On the way he started to sober up and
got grouchy. It was my fault no girls talked to us, and when I said it was
because he drank so much, he said that was my fault too. I told him I did
not like this side of him at all. Normally I would have been more
easygoing, but I had drank too much too and was getting irritable.

When we got to his house, but he staggered upstairs and flopped on his bed.
He lay there face down and started to snore. I followed him to his typical
boy’s room with sports posters and wrinkled clothes everywhere. I had
never been to his house before, and asked him where I should sleep. He
mumbled that I could sleep in his brother Riley’s room, because he was away
at school. I asked him where that was but he started to snore.

Who was Riley? Spencer never mentioned a brother to me. Like I said, our
conversation was pretty much limited to sports, if we lifted that day, and
the girls that occupied his fantasy life. The thought of a slightly-older
guy with Spencer’s looks intrigued me.

I wandered out into the hallway and saw only one other room, which I
presumed must be his parents’, since he had shushed me on the steps as we
came up. Then I noticed that there was another flight of stairs which led
up. I followed them, groping for a light switch, and discovered a big
attic room. It looked like the room of a college guy… one with great
taste. The furniture was black and modern, and the sports and girlie
posters of high school had already given way to some interesting prints. A
complete set of free weights, looking well-used and cared for, occupied a
large area of the floor in front of a whole wall of mirrors. That was
about all I noticed before I spied a single bed in the corner and dove for
it, dropping my clothes, which stunk of cigarettes on the way. I settled 
into it naked, noticing that it bore the scent of its owner, spicy and 
masculine, and not strong enough to be unpleasant. I quickly fell asleep 
to pleasant fantasies about the possibilities of Riley.

I awoke with a start when the bed suddenly tilted sharply. I opened my
eyes and saw a hunky, shirtless figure sitting on the edge of the bed… he
was home! It was so dark that he hadn’t realized I was there. He untied
his shoes, then stood up and kicked them off. He paused to stretch his
arms over his head… GOD what a gorgeous body!!! Then he dropped his
jeans on the floor, revealing a tightly-clinging pair of boxer briefs, and
climbed in next to me.

Of course he immediately realized I was there… how couldn’t he; half of
his body landed on top of me! He grunted in surprise, then sat up and
whispered, “Who are you?”

His voice was deep, and — though confused — didn’t sound hostile. “I’m 
Spencer’s friend. He told me to sleep up here because you weren’t
supposed to be home.”

He chuckled… a deep rumble from his belly. “That drunken little
bastard… he knew I was coming home. He just forgot.”

“Well where should I go sleep?” I started to sit up, but he gently shoved
me back against the bed.

“Stay right there, dude, we’ll squeeze in. It’s cold as fuck in here
anyway.” He climbed back under the blanket and laid one bulgy arm across
my chest, with only the blanket between us. “This has gotta go here or
else I’ll fall out of the bed. I’m kinda wide to be sharing a twin size.”
he explained.

“That’s okay,” I laughed, trying to sound casual. “You’ll keep me from
falling out too.”

“Sure,” he said and squeezed my arm through the blanket. We fell silent,
but there was no way I was going to go to sleep with him there, let alone
with his arm around me.

After a while, he asked me, “Are you still cold?”

“Yeah, can you pull the blanket up over me?” I tugged at it, where his arm
came out it was pulled down so my shoulder was out in the cold air.

“Not unless you want my arm right against your chest,” he pointed out.

“I don’t care, I’m cold.”

He put his arm under the blanket, pulling it up over my shoulders and
tentatively holding it over me. He was as aware of the implications of
skin-on-skin contact as I was… and it was making him nervous.
“Uh….where do you want my hand?” he asked me.

“Doesn’t matter, wherever is comfortable. I’m Italian, it’s not the first
time a guy had his arm around me!” That made him laugh and he must not
have pondered whether the two parts of my statement were correlational or
not, because he took my bare shoulder in his hand and squeezed it, settling
his arm against my chest. It sent a wave of chills through me when his
skin touched mine, and my dick immediately swelled and started to harden.
Another silence ensued, but neither of us were close to falling asleep.

“So how long have you known Spencer?” he asked me.

“About a year. He’s a nice kid when he’s not drinking,” I pointed out, and
we laughed.

“Yeah, I hope he’s not going to be too much of a hell-raiser.”

“Maybe he’ll get it out of his system. I plan to ride him how the extra
calories aren’t going to help his lifting any.”

“You lift with him? You feel pretty solid,” he observed, gently squeezing
my shoulder. My dick jumped, and I prayed he wouldn’t notice it.

“Yeah, but I’m not making that much progress… It’s kind of frustrating.”

“You mind if I …uh…check you out a little bit? I might be able to give
you some pointers.” Without waiting for a reply, he gently gripped my
bicep and ordered me to flex, which I did. He grunted, “not bad” then took
my left pec in his hand, and I flexed that. “These feel good, do you do a
lot of push-ups?”

“Yeah,” I managed to say. His hand on me felt incredible!

“Do you shave?” he asked, rubbing his hand over my chest. Didn’t he have
any idea what that was doing to me? or did he?

“Yeah, but it’s been a few days, I’m getting stubbly already. It’s a pain
in the ass but I love the way it looks and feels when it’s done.”

“It does look and feel nice, but it’s hard to do to yourself … maybe I
can give you a hand tomorrow.” he offered. THAT had possibilities, but
before I had a chance to think about it, he slid his hand down my belly to
check out my abs. I sat up slightly to tense them for him, which
inadvertently  brought the back of his hand in contact with my rock-hard
dick! He froze for a second but it seemed like twenty years. I waited for
him to throw me out the window… and figured that would be just the
beginning! But before I could say anything, me gently wrapped his fingers
around it and asked, “What’s with this?”

I looked at his face and saw that he was grinning and didn’t seem pissed at
all … he was so fucking cute! I relaxed slightly, but decided to play as
cool as possible under the circumstances. “That’s what happens when
somebody plays with my chest like that,” I replied, trying to be as
ambiguous as one can be with his straight friend’s gorgeous brother holding
his cock.

He pulled the blankets off me, and examined my dick. “It’s fucking HUGE,
man…” he grinned and continued to fondle it, then began to slowly pump
it. “I better take care of this for ya, or you’ll never fall asleep and
you’ll keep me up all night.”

I lay there and let him do it, still not fully sure I wasn’t dreaming it.
To allay any doubts I might have about where this was going, he got up on
one elbow and fastened his mouth on mine, kissing me tenderly but
powerfully and never letting go of my cock. I took his face in one hand,
and began exploring his marble-smooth chest with the other. God, he was so
hot! I wanted to eat him alive. He kissed his way over my chin and neck,
and started kissing, sucking and tonguing my pecs and nipples, rubbing his
own massive chest against my throbbing cock. I cradled his head — buzzed
like Spencer’s — in my hands and mumbled and moaned endearments without even
realizing what I was saying… it was if someone else was doing it. It was
heaven having that hard, smooth, lean body in full contact with mine. He
licked and kissed a path down my belly, and gently engulfed my cock in his
mouth… caressing the underside with his tongue. He again explored my
chest with his hand, thrumming them over my nipples till I thought they
would pop off!

Naturally, with all this attention from this stud, it was much too soon
when I felt the familiar, inevitable throbbing begin. I exploded, sending
about seven loads into the gorgeous stud’s mouth, which he swallowed
greedily, gripping my chest in his hands.

I lay my head back on the bed, my breathing slowly subsiding. His adorable
face appeared over me, grinning sheepishly. “Man… ” he began, not sure
what to say. I pulled him down to me and kissed him long and deep, tasting
myself in him. After a long time, he ended it with a short, tender peck,
then looked me in the eyes again.

“That was awesome… thank you.” I stroked his cheek. “You are so fucking
gorgeous and sweet, I can’t get over your body, I want to touch and kiss
every inch of it.”

“Go for it, dude.” He grinned. He flopped on his back, and I went to
work. First, I kissed him again, just because he was so damn good at it!
Then I kissed his chin and Adam’s apple, and fastened my mouth on one of
his dime-sized, nipples. His chest was as smooth and hard as granite, no
hair anywhere. Even his armpits were shaved smooth. He was damp with
sweat, but his scent was spicy rather than sour. I couldn’t get enough of
the taste of his skin. I kissed a trail down his ridged belly, taking
possession of one pec, which felt made to fit in the palm of my hand.

His cock. I am not really that into cock sucking normally, but this guy was
so sweet and his body was a fucking work of art. His dick was pointing at
the sky, not huge but a nice size, thick, and neatly cut. Except for a
little soft fuzz on his big balls, even his crotch was baby smooth, which
made his dick look even bigger. I took that beautiful dick in my hand and
pumped it a few times, trying to get up my nerve. Then, I licked the
velvety head, which made him tense slightly, then sigh in relief. I let
the tip into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue, then moved down to
touch the spot below it. I took his plum- sized balls in my hand and
examined them, while gently sucking on his rod. He moaned and covered my
other hand with his, holding it against my chest.

After a few minutes of blowing him, I began to want him to cum. I was
getting sleepy, and I wanted to cuddle up in those arms quickly! I
wondered what I could do to speed him along. I let my hand drop from his
nuts to the area behind them… even that was totally smooth!! I felt him
tense up as my finger neared that most private part of him. I explored
very slowly, taking a smooth, hard glute in my hand and squeezing it, then
tracing his smooth crack a little working my way ever-so-slowly towards his
hole, teasing him. I got closer and closer, and finally ran my finger
gently across it. 

His dick throbbed once in my mouth, and I knew I had found his trigger. I
made him wait a few seconds, then touched it again with the same result. I
kept my finger there and he didn’t resist, so I gently added a little
pressure. He was so tight, I knew no dick was ever up there. His hips
pumped slightly so I knew he liked having it teased, but I knew better than
to mess with his ego by going too far. My finger could go about 1/2 inch
easily, so I gently and slowly moved in and out, pumping his dick with the
other hand and sucking and licking the tip.

After a few minutes of this, I felt the pulses in his whole groin. His ass
clamped around my finger and it slid in further, and he shot a big wad of
his gism in my mouth. I swallowed it greedily, loving the taste of him and
the idea of having him inside me. Maybe I’d become more like him!

I stroked his chest and belly while he settled down. Then, he took me into
his arms and we kissed passionately again for a little while. We were both
really sleepy, and soon I lay my cheek against his pec, his heart beating
in my ear. I took his other pec in my hand and diddled his nipple gently
’til we were both sound asleep.

In the morning, I awoke before him. It was cold in the room, and being in
his arms was so heavenly that I decided to lay still until he woke up. I
was drifting in and out of consciousness when Spencer thumped up the stairs
and burst into the room. He froze. Riley started, but made no attempt
separate from me. I decided to pretend I was still asleep and wait to see
what happened between the brothers.

“What the fuck, Riley, you got to have my friends too?” Spencer demanded. He
didn’t seem too surprised, but he was pissed.

“Dude, I came home and he was naked in my bed. I thought you set it up for
me,” Riley retorted.

“Well, whatever.” Spencer subsided. I chose that moment to stage my
“awakening,” with an elaborate yawn and stretch routine. Riley chuckled,
rubbed my head, and told me, “Look who’s here.”

I regarded Spencer. “Dude, you never told me you had a brother.”

“Now you know why. If I knew you’s were two of a kind I would have hooked
you up long ago.” He seemed kind of jealous, although I knew it wasn’t
sexual in nature.

“Don’t worry, man.” Riley sensed his reaction. 

“Maybe someday you’ll have not only a brother but a brother-in-law!”

Spencer grinned at this idea. And, although I thought it was a tad
premature, I couldn’t think of one reason to object. “Except,” he said,
“I’m NEVER going to a gay bar with you guys.”

“That’s fine with me,” I said. “After last night, you think I ever want to
see you drunk AGAIN?”

“Oh my head!” he moaned. We all laughed and ran downstairs for breakfast.