“ So you really like dick?”, He asked(M/M)

“ So you really like dick?”, He asked. I turned away from the movie, we had both been watching and looked at the 20 year old little brother of my long time best friend. I wasn’t going to pretend I didn’t hear him but I wanted to give myself a moment before I answered him.

Matt was almost as tall as his older brother, a respectable 6 feet to his older brother 6’1 although more slimly athletic in his build than his older brother’s more muscular gym toned build. They were both more active than I was and always had been even if Matt was five years younger than Kane and I. I was no slouch but preferred a toned slim build for my 5’11 frame, less maintenance that way.

“Yes, why the fuck you asking?” I wasn’t really angry but I was preparing myself for any possible homophobic bullshit. Kane had accepted my nerve wracking confession of my sexuality with a hard back slap and a “ I know and I was wondering when you’d finally fucking tell me, I tell you everything.”, three years prior. He had not changed the way he was around me at all and actively encouraged me to talk about my romantic/sex life with him. That reaction was surprising and not at the same time. Surprising because of the uber masculinity that permeated his entire family of men. His cousins, uncles and father were all stereotypical man’s man types. I had heard them spewing homophobic slurs all my life and had been terrified of slipping up.

High school was hell, as I watched Kane body develop into something, I jerked off to almost exclusively. As he grew into the height he was now, he would parade his shirtless golden brown skin unashamedly around me as a teen. Even then he was hitting the gym and while not as muscular as he was now, he was always incredibly fit. Powerful thighs and a hard round ass complemented, his handsome face, every time he would turn his laughing brown eyes and gorgeous smile on me, I’d get hard.

I did not watch porn for most of my teen years, I would just close my eyes and imagine Kane. I was even guilty of smelling the crotch of his used undies at my most desperate. I tried to distance myself from him for my own sanity but he became almost violent in his response to my attempts to distance myself. His extreme but hurt reaction made me reassess and I decided that my feelings weren’t worth sacrificing our friendship. He loved me deeply was protective and even possessive of my friendship to the point of telling me, I could only have one best friend and that was him.

I would have gotten my hopes up, convinced myself, that there was more there but for the fact that he had been fucking throughout high school and sharing almost all the details with me. There was not a girl or experience I did not know about in excruciating, titillating detail. I lived with it and survived it through high school and college.

I put my foot down after college about being roommates, I was not going to subject myself to his parade of women or girlfriends, plus I needed my own privacy to explore my own relationships. Alas, that did not stop him or me from spending almost all of our time at each other place. I would sleepover often, as his place was bigger and I didn’t drive yet and even though he did, he would insist he was too tired many a night and that I could just sleepover.

His family was well off and he and all his siblings including his little brother were extremely close. His brother who had graduated high school the year prior had opted not to attend college immediately and instead had found a job that earned him enough money for gas and food. He spent a lot of time, over at Kane’s place while we were there and it was during one of these stays that Kane had let it slip that I was gay. He had wrestled and sat on his brother until he promised he wouldn’t say anything and he hadn’t even mentioned it in passing until now.

We had been all three hanging out, drinking and watching movies at Kane’s until he had to go and meet the girl he had been dating for a few months. It was never even mentioned that we should leave and we were in the middle of the movie. It was the first time we were alone since he found out. “ So are you the woman or the man?” He asked.

“ I’m never a woman but if you mean if I take or give dick, I do both.” I said. He just nodded and turned back to the movie. I turned back as well but I knew it wasn’t over. I became more aware of his body beside mine on the couch. I could smell the cologne he wore and feel the heat coming off him. He was dressed in a sleeveless jersey and shorts and I thought again to how much he looked like a younger slimmer version of his brother, they were both incredibly good-looking to me.

He turned towards me several times but said nothing and I pretended I didn’t notice. Eventually, he seemed to plucked up the courage and, “ So wait, don’t get offended but you suck dick too? I mean you actually like doing that?” He asked.

Now, I thought about telling him to fuck off and actually turned to him to say so but the look on his face stopped me. He was flushed, almost fully blushing. My eyes irresistibly went to his crotch and I could clearly see the bulge of his growing cock in his shorts.

Maybe, I should have resisted as he was Kane’s younger brother, maybe I should have told him to fuck off and act like I was irritated and let the matter drop, allow him his pride. But he was Kane’s brother, one that looked so much like him, someone I liked in his own right. I looked at him, straight into his gorgeous brown yes and said, “ I don’t like it, I love it and I’m good at it.”.

As I said that I scouted closer to him and placed my hand flush on where his cock was pushing the fabric of his shorts up. He took a deep breath and laid his head back on the couch, effectively giving me permission to carry on. I got off the couch and knelt in front of him and reached up to drag his shorts and boxers down. He lifted his ass up to assist me but did nothing else but that was ok. I planned to enjoy every moment of what I was about to do.

When his long, brown, moderately thick cock was free, I just stared at it, watching as liquid gathered at the tip, enjoying the clean prettiness of it. I reached up to slightly to squeeze it, weighing the feel of it in my hand. My mind couldn’t help but go to Kane, wondering if this was what his uncovered hard cock would look like. I knew what his covered hard cock looked like and I knew it was bigger than his little brother’s but not by much, but I’ve never seen it hard naked. Thinking of Kane, my beautiful, sexy friend, made me even hornier than before. I reached down to palm my own cock through the material of my own shorts and looked up from his dick to remind myself of how much he resembled his brother. “This is as close as I’ll ever get, I might as well enjoy it.” I thought to myself.

With that I bent over his crotch, he was not groomed but his pubes weren’t excessive, just full and bypassed his cock and buried my face in them chasing that musky scent that was pure male. I inhaled deeply, subconsciously looking for similarities between his scent and the scent I use to inhale during my most desperate moments. I was sick with lust but for which brother? At this point, I didn’t care. I moved to his balls and licked and fondled them, sucking one and then the other into my mouth. Lifting them and smelling under them, inhaling that richer musky scent that came from being that close to his taint.

I tongued behind his balls, breathing hard, desperate licks, I wanted to get as much of Kane’s, no Matt’s, taste, as I could. Above me , he was finally making sounds, first sounds he has made since the questioning. Murmuring, moaning sounds not coherent sentences, just “ yeah, yeah, lick me.” These were the only sensible phrases I could make out. I wanted to eat his round ass but I caught myself, I was (foolishly) worried that was going to far for him. So I rose up and took his cockhead into my mouth running my tongue over the ridge and applying gentle suction.

“Fuck man! Suck my cock, shit that feel good.” He cried, As I took more of it into my mouth applying more suction and letting more saliva gather in my mouth. I was committed to giving him a wet messy blowjob, one that he wouldn’t forget even if he never messed with a guy again. I sucked on his cock, alternating erratically between hard sucks and gentle ones, so he had no sense of rhythm. His moans and whispered swears were making me hotter and hotter. I felt like I could cum in my own shorts, I was so turned on. I could feel my own cock leaking into my boxers, any stimulation ready to push me over the edge.

I sped up my suction, then relaxed suddenly allowing his cock to breach my throat as I simulated slowing around his head. His ass rose up off the couch and he grabbed my head holding it as mad desperate shallow thrusts into my throat. I palmed and rubbed my own cock, as he stiffened, swore and groaned and I tasted the first thick spurt of cum into my mouth. The taste didn’t matter, Kane, yes! Kane was finally cumming in my mouth like I had dreamed for so long. I pressed down hard on my own covered cock as that thought came into my head. I had to struggle not to bite down on his still jerking cock, as my own orgasm washed over me, rope after rope of semen filling my own shorts.

I suckled all the remaining dregs of cum from his cock before releasing his softening dick. I sat back on my hunches and stared at the flushed face and spent cock of Kane’s younger brother and decided if this was the closest, I’d ever get to Kane, I would take it, over and over again. No matter what.

End.

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