Man Of The House

From: Joe Jones

I had never much cared for straight men, and Dan was no exception. In addition to being full of himself, as most straight men are, he had intruded on my life in ways which I did not welcome in the least. I had been living in my sister’s basement for more than three years when she married Dan, and it was a great situation for me. No one cared what I did, I paid no rent, and I was only 10 minutes away from the University. When Dan moved in I considered moving out, though neither Lynn nor Dan even hinted at it, but I decided to stick it out for the rest of the year, until graduation. Men like to think they run the world, and in most respects they do, but there is another aspect to the world, one in which they are little more than bulls being led about by a ring in their nose. Dan, for example, married almost right out of high school, when his girlfriend became pregnant. Years later they divorced and he started to date my sister Lynn, who also became pregnant after she realized that he wasn’t interested in remarrying. Lynn told him that they didn’t need to get married, that she’d raise the child on her own, but for men like Dan that isn’t an option. He set the wedding date the day she told him.

I felt sorry for Dan in the way that one always feels sorry for the pawns in a game. And I felt disappointed in Lynn, for stooping to such manipulation. Getting pregnant to get a man to marry you was so...1950’s. And Lynn had always been a headstrong, independent woman, devoted to her career. But she dropped it all for Dan, and that just made me angry. Where was her self respect? How could a brilliant college professor lose it over someone like Dan? In our family nothing was valued more than good education and good manners, and Dan was just a loud, unrefined, uneducated car salesman. Sometimes I thought that maybe what she wanted was a good provider to support her and her kids while she was still young enough to have them, and Dan fit the bill. Other times I thought it was just a female thing I would never understand. Not only had Lynn turned into a gushing schoolgirl as their wedding approached, but she tried to draw me into it. “Isn’t he great?” she’d ask me, or “Don’t you think he’s cute?” She’d show me his photos in his old high school yearbooks: football team, wrestling team, prom king. I felt suffocated by the sheer...heterosexuality of it all. And I despise being treated like a girlfriend by straight women, or like a pet. It always makes me feel neutered. “Yeah,” I’d answer, coldly, “he’s cute.” I refused to be an accomplice in what I considered her self destruction.

I had never considered Dan a catch, although there were people who went for his type. He’s what would be called a big guy. Big in every way: about 6’3” tall, big shoulders, big laugh, big belly. You might be thinking he’s fat, but the truth is that his shoulders and chest are so big, his hips so slim, that even his belly seemed proportionate, solid...masculine. He had thick golden brown hair, amber eyes, a dazzling smile and a full mustache. I always hated mustaches. At the time I thought that if he were gay, he’d be considered a “bear”, but he didn’t look quite like any bear I’d ever seen before. Not like the ones you see in the pride parades: pear shaped men with too much body hair who squeeze their flabby asses into leather chaps and pretend they’re sexy. No, Dan was the real thing. I suspected that if he ever walked into a gay bar wearing only a leather harness and some worn Levi’s, mouths would drop to the floor. “That,” people would say for years to come, “was the day I saw a genuine bear.” Of course I could never get past Dan’s personality to really consider him as a sexual being. Not only was his voice and laugh as large as the rest of him, but he was utterly unafraid, and never the least bit self conscious. He thought the world revolved around him, and I suppose we all played into it. He’d tell a story about making an incredible sale at work or about his racquetball score, and everyone would ooh and ahh, and generally glorify him. He knew where he was in the world, and in his house: My sister was his treasure, and I suppose his pleasure too; he was the provider, the king of his household, the breadwinner. And what role was left for me? I’ve long thought that for men like Dan, other people represented only two choices: fuck them, or beat them. The women you fucked, the good looking ones anyway, and everyone else you beat. When his buddies started running, or playing racquetball, he did too, and he had to be the fastest, the strongest, the best. He couldn’t just sell cars, he had to be the top salesman in the city, and every time another dealer tried to lure him away it was just another notch in his belt. But with me he fell short every time. I would graduate from college soon, and he never would. I had my whole life ahead of me, and his was mostly used up. He couldn’t beat me, couldn’t fuck me, and I suspect he couldn’t wait for me to move out.

Not long after my nephew Jack was born, Lynn decided to visit our parents back in California for a few of weeks. I told her that I’d try to get the cash together to go with her, but she told me she had something else in mind: she wanted me to stay with Dan, to take care of his food and laundry and housecleaning. I told her to forget it. There was no way I’d be taking care of a 40 year old man as if he were a child. “Please, Teddy,” she said, “I’ve always let you live here for free, and now I’m just asking you this one favor. It’s spring break, so you don’t even have classes. I’ll even throw in a hundred dollars. Just keep things going till I get back. Okay?” She went on about how much more she’d enjoy her time if she knew everything here was running smoothly, about how Dan had always had a wife or a mother to take care of these things. And she kept calling me Teddy, which only she and my parents did, with that newborn baby in her arms. So I said I’d do it. I should have had the word sucker tattooed on my forehead. I didn’t mind the work so much. Cooking for two is as easy as cooking for one. I hated the idea of it, though, and I dreaded having to sit there with Dan, having to make conversation without my sister there. What would we talk about? Would we just sit in silence for two weeks?

As it turned out Dan was never at a shortage of things to talk about, and how they related to him. He could always jabber on about his day, his work, the jerk in traffic, how he slept or didn’t. I couldn’t have cared less, but I was grateful for any conversation, so I nodded and laughed at the appropriate cues. He complimented my cooking, but from the way he sucked it up you’d never have known that he had tasted it. After dinner he’d watch television, and I usually joined him. He’d flip through channels with the remote until he found something that interested him, usually a sitcom, and then he’d settle in and drink a beer. His laugh was as loud as a lion’s roar. Things went on like this, and I finally checked off one week in my mental calendar. Two to go. And by then I’d pretty much gotten into a comfortable pattern. Dan continued to talk about himself, and I found it didn’t bother me so much anymore. Since school was out for spring break I didn’t have much to do with my life except keep house and go to they gym, so I almost enjoyed hearing about someone else’s life. I even began to take pleasure in his occasional compliments, and began to look forward to them. Like a couple of ordinary guys we’d each have a beer and watch television until one of us got sleepy and went to bed. I had never spent so much time alone with a straight man before, and I began to consider the whole thing a sort of study, an anthropological investigation of straight men and there ways. Like Jane Goodall living with the chimps. Amused at this thought I looked over at Dan, engrossed in some TV show, bellowing with laughter, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal just a hint of his thick dark chest hair. He wasn’t a chimp, I thought, and I wasn’t Jane Goodall. Who was the other one? Fossey. The one who lived with the mountain gorillas. The ones with the thick necks and huge pectorals, broad and strong and loud. That’s what Dan was. A silverback. The next day I did laundry, and while I sorted through Dan’s things I found something unexpected. It was cum, mostly soaked into a pair of Dan’s white cotton briefs. It had been awhile since I’d even seen another man’s cum, and the idea of finding this, even Dan’s, aroused me. I picked it up to better smell the distinct odor, and my thumb pressed into a small bit of his cum not yet soaked in. I had only tasted cum once before, and not again since. Condoms were the rule of the day, and no exchange of bodily fluids was allowed. But Dan ought to be as safe as milk, I reasoned. I held it up to my face and pressed the tip of my tongue into it. It was cold, and nearly flavorless, and I licked it up and swallowed it.

More turned on than I’d been in a long time, I stripped my shorts off and set into work on my own erection. I slid my hand up and down the curve of my cock, my eyes fixed on the wet spot in Dan’s underwear. Stroking myself I looked at my stiff dick with some admiration. I’d seen all sorts of cocks, some curved like bananas, some wide at the base and narrow at the top like a wine bottle, some fat at the center, like a rowboat, and some, oh God, thick and fat from bottom to top, like a can of beer. The question formed in my mind of Dan’s cock, what shape, what length, and then I was shooting like a fire hydrant, my cum shooting up out of me with such force that it formed wide arcs in the air, landing on my chest, the floor, Dan’s bed. Jesus, that was quick. I hardly knew I was cumming till it was already spraying. I cleaned up after myself, using Dan’s underwear, and did the laundry. I tried to put out of my mind what I’d done, but now and then the thought came back to me, and almost against my will I would imagine Dan, naked, shirtless at least, his massive chest and big belly covered in dark hair heaving as he shot his load into a pair of white underwear. It seemed important to remember that I didn’t like him. That he repulsed me. I shuddered and said Yuck.

At dinner that night I couldn’t help but think of what a funny story I could tell Dan, about what I found in his underwear, but of course I didn’t. While he wolfed down his dinner and talked on and on, I rolled around the thought of his underwear in my mind, again and again. He didn’t notice the funny smile I could feel on my face. He didn’t notice my eyes roaming over him, his face and arms, the span of his shoulders, the wave of hair that rose up over his head like a wave flecked with brown and gold, his huge hands, his full lips, wet and open, as he slid food into his mouth. He didn’t notice the erection filling the crotch of my jeans.

I didn’t want to think of him as I whacked off again in my bed. I tried to think of other men, men I’d been with, men I’d seen at the gym, slim and young and lean. But whenever I did I lost interest and my mind turned to Dan again. I wondered if at that moment he was stroking his cock just like I was, upstairs from me. When I allowed myself to imagine this I wanted to wince with revulsion, but didn’t. When I imagined his big hands stroking his cock, my own cock would grow stiff with desire. I thought of his underwear, tried to remember his cum in my mouth, and I came instantly, painting my belly and chest in white streaks. I sighed. Ugh. Masturbating about Dan, I thought. Look what I’ve come to. The next day I went to the gym, where I tried to cruise a few guys. But it was all mechanics; my heart wasn’t in it at all. Some of the guys smiled at me, one said “Hey, what’s up”, and I just grunted back at him. I didn’t really want him, even though he was in great shape, even though his rose colored nipple kept peeking out at me from the side of his tank top. I showered and went home.

I looked in Dan’s laundry basket, hoping to find another load of his cum, but found none. Then I remembered the high school yearbooks Lynn had shown me before they were married, and I dug them up. I hadn’t seen before what a gorgeous kid he’d been. Maybe gorgeous isn’t the word. Handsome. His body, in his wrestling gear, is firm, manly but still with the almost feminine smoothness of youth. Beautiful eyes and a blinding smile, so young, so full of himself. Most Popular, Most Likely To Succeed. No wonder his wife made a play for him so early. His first wife. They were married not long after these pictures were taken. Which means he wasn’t such a kid after all, but already fucking girls. He was fucking her, and his cum gushing into her made babies. His potent cum. I started to shoot, and the semen poured out of me and ran down the side of my dick, over my trembling fist. That night at dinner I felt awkward. I couldn’t help but examine his body. Compare it to the youthful form in his yearbooks. He had lost most of the softness of his teenage years, replaced it with bulk, with strength. I couldn’t talk, and was glad for once that he was so oblivious to me. Afterwards we sat in front of the television and drank beer and channel surfed.

A cop show. A sitcom. The World Federation Wrestling.

“Hey,” I blurted out, stopping Dan from changing the channel again.

“Didn’t you used to do that?”

“Huh?” he asked. “That?”

“Well not THAT. But wrestling. Weren’t you a wrestler in high school?” “Sheeesh, yeah, but not like these guys!” He sat up and laughed. “That was real wrestling. You know these guys are fakes, don’t you? It’s all set up.”

“I know THAT,” I said. “Everyone knows that. I just meant wrestling.

Y’know.”

“Yeah, yeah. Hey, look at that guy!”

On the screen two wrestlers paced around each other, and a grating voice described each move. The wrestlers, as always, were archetypes. Good guys and bad guys. One, the commentator said, was called Major Damage, an ex-Green Beret. His opponent was Live Wire, a wild haired younger man. Get down on this mat boy, and give me fifty! Damage would yell, or you need some discipline boy, Marine style! Or Smart mouth city boy, you are gonna’ loooove the basic training the Major has in mind for you! Major Damage wore olive green tights and black leather boots, and --- of course --- a green beret. I was mesmerized by his build, his impossible bulk, his shoulders and arms like bowling balls, his thighs the size of another man’s waist. He has a good size belly, but even that looked like solid muscle. His face was hard, unyielding, with a clipped mustache and a lantern jaw. Live Wire was another story. No less muscled than Major Damage, he was slim, long limbed and lean, with a slim waist and chiseled abs. He was clearly much younger, with the sneer of a young Elvis on his pretty mouth, his hair cut in bleached flat top. He wore black Levi’s, thin and snug as tights, and black leather boots with a red bandana tied around one ankle. He was someone’s bad interpretation of a punk rocker. A smart ass kid. Hey old man, why ain’t you retired yet? He’d ask, or else he’d shout my generation doesn’t need you tellin’ us what to do, army man! No matter the shtick, no matter the blatant manipulation, I was struck by what a turn on the two were. My dick was stiff in my shorts.

“Pretty funny stuff, huh?” Asked Dan.

“Uh huh,” I said, watching them do their acrobatics and fake fight moves.

“You want me to leave this on?” he asked.

“Just for a minute,” I replied, distantly.

Whatever Live Wire did, the audience hissed and booed. He fought dirty; he stomped on his opponent’s head, and sneered. But when Damage rolled out from under him, the audience cheered. He grabbed one of Live Wire’s legs and yanked him down to the mat, then thrust the younger man’s face down into the mat, dropped his knee onto the boy’s back hard, and the audience roared with approval. Damage straddled the boy’s back with his powerful legs, and leaned forward to rest his weight down on his wriggling opponent. I was transfixed by their hard bodies, by the single bead of sweat that ran down Damage’s thick bull-like neck, down his granite right pecs, past his stiff nipple, and down onto the lean back of Live Wire. My hand was on my crotch, where my erection struggled to stand up at its full length. I inhaled deeply as Live Wire continued to twist, as Major Damage stayed on top of him, riding out every writhe, every buck. I licked my dry lips as Damage ground his hips forward, his cock beneath the sheer green material. His fat cock how he could just slide it into the boy’s waiting rectum and hump his sweet blond ass.

Then laughter.

It brings me back from my fantasy. A loud laugh, the sort that might bellow out of Major Damage, But its Dan, laughing at me, at my hand wrapped around the sold bulge in my shorts. He was laughing his fucking head off. Reality hit me with a cold hard smack.

“Shiiit man, guess you’re not getting any either!” Dan roared and chuckled.

“Any...? Oh. I’m...yeah. No. Just forget it Dan, okay?” I said, trying to blow it all off.

“Hey man, don’t feel bad. I’m not laughing at you....” he sputtered again

“...just...y’know. These wrestling guys, man.” There was no stopping him now. He let loose laughing again, his cheeks glowing like embers, his whole body rippled.

I began to realize that it was okay. This was something funny, but it was our joke. It was between us.

“Yeah, well, not all of us are married you know,” I said.

“What the Hell does that mean?” he asked, still smirking.

“You know. Sex. Regular sex.”

With that he laughed again, and slapped his knees. Both of them.

“You think that’s what marriage is? Regular sex?”

“It’s not?”

“Fuck no. I mean, me and your sister used to, sure. But not later when she got along in the pregnancy, and then after the baby was born. Man, I haven’t had any in six months!”

“Wow! Six months? That’s a long time. Half a year.” “Don’t think I don’t know it! Man, if it weren’t for Rosey Palm and her five skinny sisters,” he said, waving his hand at me and wiggling his fingers, “I wouldn’t get off at all!” Then he bellowed and slapped his knee again. I laughed too, but I was really wondering if straight men sit around all day thinking of new names for masturbation. “I thought I was the only one doing that in this house,” I told him. “No way man,” he said, “It’s a fucking lonely hearts club man! I’m practically a twice a day man myself!”

He cupped his own crotch for emphasis and guffawed. “I guess so,” I said. I paused and added, “If the underwear in your laundry basket is any indication.”

That quieted him fast. He looked into my face, and I nodded and smirked. Now it was my turn to laugh, and I did. Loud. And Dan blushed, probably the way I did when he caught me holding my dick.

“Shiiit,” he said, nodding and smiling, “I guess we caught each other.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said, glad to have balanced the scales. “Well, guys understand each other, man,” he said. “It can just be our secret.”

He reached out and shook my hand. His big palm was hot in mine. Then he flinched his hand back in mock horror.

“That wasn’t the hand you just had on your dick just now, was it?” he asked and slapped his knee.

“Hey, fuck you Dan, fuck you,” I said in my most butch voice.

“Hey, fuck you kid,” he replied, breathing hard from so much laughter. “Man, you got me going, you know what I mean?” He indicated the growing lump in his pants.

I swallowed hard, and said “Me too.”

“Yeah, but you’re a good looking kid. You can go take care of it, find a...buddy, whatever you call it. Me, I’m a married guy without my wife. Man, sometimes you just don’t wanna’ be alone.”

“You’re not alone now,” I said.

Dan looked into my eyes. I smiled, though not too much, and nodded. “Aw fuck, what the Hell,” he said, and unbuckled his belt. He undid his pants, and unzipped them, and sort of shimmied them down. His white briefs were packed, full, and I my own erection stabbed my belly. Dan looked over at me and said “I’m not doin’ this alone kid. Get yours out.” Numbly, unbelievingly, I unzipped my shorts and yanked them open. Unlike Dan, I don’t wear underwear. My dick sprang up, and a string of precum with it, making an arc between the tip of my dick and my flat belly. Satisfied, Dan hitched his thumbs into his briefs and slid them down his big hairy thighs. His cock rolled out, almost fully erect. Immense. I guessed 8 inches in length, and broad from the base to the head, where it mushroomed into a fat cap. It reminded me of a log. He took it in his hand and I felt the breath leave my body.

He gave it one or two quick strokes, and it stood straight up in his lap. In one movement, Dan reached back over his head and pulled his pressed work shirt off, revealing the white v neck t shirt beneath it. I could better see Dan’s build now, his muscled arms and chest, the broad V shape of his torso, his big solid belly. Fuck, he looked good.

“Aw man,” he mumbled as his fingers trailed up his straight shaft, “that feels good!”

“Yeah,” I replied, slowly working my own dick.

It felt unreal, sitting there with him, watching his hand glide up and down his cock. It looked like a tower, a skyscraper. His massive bicep and forearm moved faster, and my mouth watered to lick his wrist, his arm, the dark nest of his armpit. I felt very far away. And then I heard a choking noise, a sound coming from my own throat.

Hot cum shot out of me, without warning. Dan heard me gasp and looked over in time to see the third wave of cum ooze down my knuckles like white lava. My heart beat hard, my pulse pounding from head to toes, my asshole clutching tight and my hips still thrusting.

“Oh man,” he said, and started beating his own cock fast. “You shot, man.”

“That was...um...I’m not usually that fast,” I said. But he wasn’t listening to me, not even really talking to me. Just staring at the white pool forming on me.

“S’okay man,” he whispered, now pounding his fat dick furiously, “just wait a minute.”

He thrust his hips forward and precum oozed from his cockhead. He whispered “yeah” and spread his legs, and dropped his free hand to his balls, then lower. He whispered “shit”, and closed his eyes. He beat his cock, opened his mouth, grunted a word I couldn’t identify, and a geyser of white cum erupted up out of him, shooting straight up, and landing on his thigh with a smack. He kept shooting semen up and out, hitting his t shirt, his thighs with big white globules. He groaned out loud and muttered “fuck, ah, fuck yeah!” His big hand continued to pump his dick, until it had spilled every last drop of his cum.

We both sat in silence for some time till Dan shook his head violently, and tiny rivulets of his spit fanned the room. “Fuck,” he said. “I haven’t done that for a long time!”

“It looked like it,” I said, shifting in my seat to accommodate my now stiff dick.

“Naw,” he said, “I mean not with another guy. Shit, not since I was a kid.”

“You did? You foold around with other guys?”

“Hey, I wasn’t gay or nothing --- no offense Ted. Just jerkin’ --- you know.”

“I guess,” I replied. “I never did that with other guys. Not as a kid.” “Nah? That’s too bad kid.” He caught sight of my dick, now stiff between my legs again. “You gonna’ take care of that again?” “Uh, No. I don’t know.” I had no idea how to answer. What to do. “Hey, don’t be embarrassed in front of me!” he declared, and wiped his hand off on his t shirt, leaving a damp stain across it. Embarrassment. Straight men like Dan don’t have it. Only women. And gay men. It was a challenge, I thought. Did I have the balls to do it, to jerk off in front of my brother in law? Without a word I started to beat my cock. I spat into my hand and slathered it onto my dick, making a slick lubricant. Dan stared at me, nodded to show his approval, and smiled his big straight smile. It said yeah, you’re doing great! You’re the best! “Hey,” he said, and stood up. He walked over to me, crouched down between my spread legs, and wrapped his fist around my hand on my cock. I let go, and he gripped my dick tight and began to jerk it, tenderly, then with more force. I instinctively spread my legs further apart, giving him full access to my cock, my balls, whatever he wanted. He looked up to me and said “See what you’ve been missing?”

With his other hand he reached down between my legs, cupped my balls, and rolled them between his fingers and thumb. He kept up the pace on my dick, catching the sensitive head with his big rough thumb every time he passed it. His other hand released my balls, and his fingers moved down till they located my asshole. He touched it gingerly and let go, and then rubbed his thumb up against it. More precum gushed out of me. I was twisting in my seat, squirming with pleasure and excitement. It was all I could do to not just grab my dick out of his hand and finish it off.

It was too much for Dan too, who took his hand away from my ass and began pumping his dick again, in concert with mine. Again the hot cum boiled up in me, and spurt out of my cock, then drained down the side, onto Dan’s knuckles. As I tried to catch my breath, I felt his big forearm and elbow rest heavily on my thigh, my dick still in his grasp. He was cumming again, his thumb brushing the rim of the big mushroom head of his fat cock, the jizz shooting straight down into the carpet beneath him. He sighed softly, as eyelids fluttered and his open lips trembled.

“Man,” he said, flatly, “I’m wiped. I’m going to bed. You mind cleaning up down here?”

“No, no,” I said. “Night.”

He turned and walked up the stairs to his bedroom. I wiped up his semen from the carpet, wiped my own off my belly and leg. I went to bed, where I fell asleep instantly.

The next day Dan was gone before I woke up, which was not unusual. I was elated. I couldn’t wait for him to show up. I wondered how we’d get to jerk off together again. Then it occurred to me that he might not want to. It occurred to me that he might be upset about last night. But, fuck, it was his idea. And then it occurred to me how badly I wanted him, and that I would never get what I wanted.

I realized what I’d had all along, the beautiful young men I saw at the gym, the cute guys on campus, was all I would have from now on. And that they would not be enough. Their tanned, sculpted bodies inspired nothing in me. Or would I haunt leather bars, cruising men who called themselves bears, but were just fat, were just old, were soft. Dan came home from work early. He was wearing his more-or-less usual work clothes, and looked handsome in his crisp white shirt. He had a brown paper bag under his arm. Wine? He set the bag down and slapped the counter hard and loud with his hand.

“Oh man,” he bellowed, a huge smile plastered across his face, “today was the day! Today was it! I sold it man, I sold the big one!” He was pacing the kitchen, full of energy. I’d never seen him so animated, so excited. “What? What big one?”

“The car, man, the fucking car! A fucking $200,000 car!” He tossed back his head and howled, like a wolf. “Yes!” He shouted, laughing. He told me the details, the make and model, how he talked to the guy who bought it. “Man,” he said, “I was smooth. Fuck, I’m good!”

“I’ll bet he thinks so,” I said.

“Oh man, Teddy, you know what a beautiful sell is?” As he spoke he pulled out of the brown bag a bottle of champagne. “You figure out what the customer wants. Sometimes he doesn’t even know he wants it himself. But you do, and you show it to him. You get into his head, you find what his secret desire is, and you pull it out and set it down in front of him! You don’t have to sell a thing, man, ‘cause you’re just showing him what he wants already! You figure that out and you’ve got him eating out of your hands!” Under Dan’s thumb the cork loosened and shot out of the bottle fast and loud as a cannon, and the champagne erupted in a frothy spray. Dan turned the spray to himself and sealed his mouth over the rapid flow, taking in as much as he could until he choked on it. When the froth filled his mouth and throat, he turned the bottle away, coughed and laughed some more. “Man, I was too fucking high to stay at work, so I’m off for the day,” he continued, undoing his tie. “Hey, Teddy, I always take Lynn out for dinner after a big sale, and most of them aren’t this big. So whadaya’ say? Want dinner out? My treat, college boy!”

“Yeah,” I said, “yeah, sure.”

“Great! Hey drink up some of this champagne. I’m gonna’ jump in the shower and change and we can head out.”

I tried not to think of him, taking his clothes off, his hairy chest, his cock. I tried to think of his mustache - I always hated mustaches. Always. I tried to imagine the worst, but I felt a damp spot of precum on the front of my shorts, and my dick stiffening.

Dan treated me to a great dinner, at a restaurant I could never have gone to on my own. I made a pretense of trying to pay my share, but Dan wouldn’t hear of it. The food was incredible, and we had a couple of drinks. Dan was nowhere near drunk, but he was feeling loose and giddy, so I insisted on driving us home.

“Man, I gotta’ tell you, you’re an okay guy,” he said to me in the car.

“Well thanks Dan. You’re okay too.”

“No man, I mean it. Y’know, I had a bad attitude about you. I figured you’re this college kid, never worked a day in your life. But I was wrong, you’re a good kid.”

He’d clearly had enough. He wasn’t completely gone yet, but he wasn’t far. He had reached the point of blatant honesty.

“Yeah, I knew that,” I said. “And there’s the gay thing too.” He looked surprised. But he responded. “Yeah, yeah. I had a hard time with that. But y’know, I figure I married your sister, so I married her whole family. You too, Teddy.”

“So you’re okay with it? You don’t care if I sleep with other guys?” “A man’s gotta’ do what he’s gotta’ do,” he said. “I don’t know what you gay guys do, but I guess it must feel good or you wouldn’t do it.” “You don’t know what we do? The usual. Blow jobs. Jerking off.” I paused. “Butt fucking.”

I waited for his response with a cold, detached silence.

“Whooa, man,” he finally said. “That’s gotta’ hurt!”

“Hurt? No way. You never did that?”

“Nah, nah...my wife...my first wife, she didn’t want to. And your sister...well, it was, y’know, too soon.”

“Oh. Well, it’s different for men, you know. We have a prostate gland. It feels good.”

He considered this in silence as we pulled up into our driveway.

Walking toward the door, Dan dropped his meaty arm over my shoulder.

“Man, was I a jerk to you? Did I hurt your feelings man?” “No Dan, it’s cool. Jesus, you’re not gonna’ turn into a weepy drunk, are you?”

He laughed and slapped my shoulder. “No fucking way man. I’m just buzzed. But you know, you’re my brother in law now. Anyone wants to mess with you they’ll have to fucking pass through me!” He wrapped me in some kind of headlock, and laughed. He let me go and mussed my hair, and we walked into the house together, and locked the door behind us.

“Hey, Teddy,” he said, “I know Lynn gave you some money to stick around, help out, y’know.”

“I guess,” I answered.

“C’mere,” he said, his big hand on my shoulder, drawing me closer to him. “Take this,” he continued, filling my hand with a wad of money, twenty dollar bills. Maybe a few hundred dollars.

“Dan? Oh no, that’s...”

“Shhhh,” he said, putting his finger up to his mouth, and then to mine to silence me. I wanted to open my mouth around it. I wanted to suck on it. “You need it, and I have it. Don’t worry about it, man. You’re my family, and a man takes care of his family.”

Then he pecked me on the cheek, like a father, or brother. He stepped away from me and walked to the stairs leading upstairs, to his bedroom. “Thanks Dan,” I said. “Night.”

He walked up the stairs, out of sight.

Fuck, I thought, fuck, fuck, fuck. I was so fucking close! Fuck! I heard a sound. Dan clearing his throat. He was standing in the doorway, his pants unzipped and his hand cupping the crotch of his briefs. “Hey, man, Teddy, you wanna’?”

“Sure,” I said, and walked over to him as if pulled by an invisible string.

I pulled down his pants, and then his white briefs. His cock was beautiful, hanging over two big balls. I cupped them in my hands and opened my mouth wide. I took the head of his cock in my mouth, and slid my lips down to take in the rest of it. I heard him moan lowly as I sucked his cock, swallowing what I could, even taking it to the root a few times. He rested his hands on my head, caressed it, and held it firmly in place as he thrust his erection into my throat. I gagged and sputtered, and he pulled out of my mouth. I looked up to see him staring at me. He indicated that I should get up.

I stood up, and while our eyes were locked on each other he reached down and clumsily unbuckled my belt. I reached down and helped him. My pants slid down and my stiff cock stood at attention. He reached down and wrapped his palm around it, and very slowly worked his hand back and forth. Then he lifted his shirt up over his head, and then the v neck t shirt beneath it. His shoulders were bigger, brawnier than I’d imagined, and they formed the top of a broad V shaped torso, his hips only a little less slim than my own. His chest was huge, hid pecs big and solid, though not sculpted, and covered by fine golden-brown fur. The fur covered his belly too, which was big, but it looked rock hard, solid with muscle. Two russet colored nipples poked out of the fur. They were big as half dollars, and conical, with hard tips. My mouth watered.

He returned his hand to my cock, working it slowly and looking in my eyes for signs of pleasure. I rested my hand in the middle of his hairy chest, and could feel his heart pounding. No longer able to control myself, I bowed slightly, and sealed my lips around one of his nipples, and sucked. His muscles tightened, then relaxed again, and I could hear his breath coming hard through his nose.

“Was that okay?” I asked him, after breaking away from his tit. “Fuck, yeah!” he whispered. He ran his meaty paw over the nipple I had sucked. It was still wet and stiff as if it were made of leather. With his other hand he pulled my head down to his chest again, steering my mouth to his other nipple, which I sucked on hard. A growl of pleasure rumbled through him. He put his hands on my shoulders, and shoved me down to my knees. I set my open mouth around his erection, and he set his hands on either side of my head, plunging as much of his cock into my throat as he could force. I gulped it down, swallowing the head and grazing the rest with my lips. I reached around him and grabbed the firm globes of his ass to pull him closer to me. God, it was hard. After I pulled him into me a few times he started to pump his cock into my mouth, down my throat, on his own. Even when my eyes teared and my nose ran. I dropped my hands to my own dick and worked it furiously.

“Oh, fuck, Teddy,” I heard Dan say. He pulled his cock out of my mouth, and started jerking it with his hand. “Oh fuck,” he said again, breathing harder. “Teddy, Ted...Ted...”

With that the helmet head of his cock pulsed and swelled, and the tip released a fountain of jizz, spraying towards my surprised face. Panicked that I might lose a single drop, I engulfed his shooting cock with my mouth, pumping the cum out of him and down my waiting throat.

“Arrrrhhhhh...” he roared, as I swallowed his load, his hips thrusting into my face, his pubic hair tickling my nose.

My hips bucked wildly, my hands around my cock as it fucked the air, then shot my cum out like a liquid bullet. It shot again and again, Dan’s cock still in my mouth, even though I’d already sucked every bit of his semen out of it.

I stood up next to Dan, and wiped the tears and snot from my face with the back of my hand. I leaned in toward his face, to kiss him, but he backed away. Instead he rubbed the top of my head with his hand, mussing my hair.

“That was great Teddy,” he said. “Thanks.”

He picked up his clothes, went upstairs to his bedroom, and closed the door.


I tried to sleep. God knows I was tired enough, had had enough to drink. But what sleep I had was fitful. I dreamt of Dan, of sex, of myself. There were no plots to these dreams, just images, and emotions. Emotions which I couldn’t make sense of.

I sat up in the middle of the night, wide awake. It was 2 am. My cock was hard.

I got up out of bed, went upstairs to the living room where I’d blown my brother in law just a few hours earlier. I went up the stairs to his bedroom. I opened the door, and went in.

The moon outside the window lit the room enough for me to make my way to the bed. I knelt beside it. I could make out Dan’s form in the shadows, under his blanket.

“Dan,” I whispered. I started to reach out to touch his shoulder, to shake him gently.

“Yes?” he said. He was facing away, his back to me. But his voice was clear, firm. Unyielding. This was not the voice of someone being woken. This was the sound of a wide awake man. He had been awake, at least since I entered his room.

“Dan, I just...I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking about, you know, what happened before. Out there. Tonight.” Dan reached up and turned on the lamp on his night table. The light blinded me, but I could see Dan flip onto his back and then turn to face me, resting on his side, his arm propped up on its elbow to rest his face in his hand.

“What is it Ted?” he asked. “What do you want?”

I felt myself shrinking. I didn’t know what I’d gotten into, but I’d made a terrible mistake.

“Nothing,” I answered. “Nevermind.”

“Nothing Ted? You came into my bedroom at two in the morning for nothing?”

“Yeah. No. Not nothing.”

“You can’t say, huh? You’re scared?”

I nodded yes, in reply.

“You want it, Teddy? You want it pretty bad, don’t you?” I reached my hand under his blanket, under his sheets. Blindly I felt around, grasped his leg, worked my way up to his cock. I wrapped my fingers around it, and felt it spring to life in my grip.
“You want Dan to take care of you Teddy?”

“Yeah,” I said, swallowing hard.

“I know you do,” he whispered, and lifted the bed sheets. He was inviting me in.

“C’mere. Let’s take care of you.”

I crawled into Dan’s bed with him, and he wrapped his arms around me, enveloping me in his hard, warm flesh. He kissed my cheeks, my lips, my eyes. He ran his tongue down the side of my throat, his mustache tickling me the whole time, and then bit my throat, and sucked on my skin.

“Now suck my cock,” he whispered.

Under the blanket I buried my face in his crotch, and made his cock the center of my life. I gulped down what I could, and then some more. I clutched desperately at his ass, and pulled his length down my throat. Dan quickly rolled me onto my back, so that could pile on top of me to fuck my mouth. He was slow at first, tentative, but when he realized that I could take it he plowed into me, burying his cock to the root, withdrawing and driving home again.

When he withdraws his cock he crept down so that his face was next to mine. He kissed my lips, and then plunged his tongue into my mouth. His tongue searched my mouth in every part, and his lips sucked against mine. Then he straddled me, and rested his full body on me, my erection digging into his big hairy belly. He was heavy, maybe 250 pounds, and took my breath away, but the feel and the sight of his large hairy frame over mine, filled me with a bliss I hadn’t imagined.

“I’m gonna’ do things to you,” he said, in a deep low voice, “What I always wanted to do.”

He moved down to my chest, exploring my male torso with hands and eyes, fingers and lips. He traced the contours of my chest with his finger tips, and then licked the same path, all the way up into my armpit. He ran his wet tongue down the cavernous center of my belly; along the ridges of the abs I worked so hard for, prying into the tight hood of my navel. He tweaked at my nipples, pinching them between his fingers, and then sucking on them with his hot mouth. He chewed them, but them hard and I yelped, which made him stop. He released my nipple from his mouth, his teeth, and then looked closely at it, at his spit running down the bruised surface. He touches it lightly with one hand while he jerked his cock with the other.

He moved down to my cock, and took it in his mouth. He sucked slowly, lightly, and then swallowed down to the root. Gasps erupted out of me, as he bobbed his head on my cock, the head of it lodging in his throat, where he swallowed and sent currents of pleasure pulsing through me. As with my nipples he stopped to look at where his mouth had been, what he’d done. Without much effort he turned me on my side, my backside to him, so he could touch my asshole. He ran his finger and then his thumb over the dry surface, and applied the lightest pressure there. He whispered something I couldn’t here, what the fuck I think, and then buried his handsome face in the crack of my ass. His tongue plunged into my hole, and then lapped at it, sometimes stopping to spit on it and then suck the same spit off again. He did that for...I don’t know how long. But when he did stop, I was in a completely relaxed state, as if in a dream.

He curled up behind me, pressing his furry chest to my back, kissing my ear lightly, saying “Not much worse than eating pussy.” And without warning I felt the bulbous head of his cock shoving hard against my asshole, pressing in with unusual force. Dan wrapped his hard arms around my chest as I tried to twist around; holding me in place as he kept shoving his monster sized cock up into my rectum. “Ahhh, Dan,” I grunted, trying to slow his progress, which rapidly filling me, “stop it, slow urrrr, slow down!” I may have grunted some more, but the pain made me twist and shudder.

“Too late buddy,” he said, not stopping, but holding still. “Uhhh, Dan, shit man, just hold it a second,” I said, “Okay? Just stay there.”

He did, while I flexed my sphincter, making him moan. I spit on my hand and slathered it onto the mammoth cock trying to fill my ass. He even pulled out a little so that I could lubricate the rest of his shaft. He ran his fingers over my shoulders, my chest, the back of my neck. He was looking at me really closely for the first time, checking me out the way he might check out a new car. I flexed and relaxed, and the pain quickly subsided. When I knew I was ready I shoved against the mattress, pushing myself down, my ass enveloping his cock.

Dan sighed deeply and I joined him, as most of his erection found its way into me. Then slowly he began to pump it into me. With each thrust he penetrated me another fraction of an inch, until the whole of him was in me, and my body went limp with surrender.

“That’s sweet, man,” he said.

He lifted himself up on one arm and one leg, to cover my ass with his thrusting pelvis, then rested more of his weight on me so that I flopped down flat on my belly. He let himself rest flat on top of me, still thrusting, as my vision went funny, and little stars flickered inside my eyelids. He picked up speed as he grew more comfortable, pumping into my ass with fervor, shifting from long strokes to short jerks, swearing or whispering “yeah, yeah” when I’d tighten my asshole around his cock like a fist.
He pulled himself up on his knees, and with his hands on my hips lifted me along with him, propping me up on my hands and knees, doggy style. “Play with yourself,” he said.

I slid my trembling hand over my dick, as the stars I was seeing multiplied. Dan touched my back, my hips, wrapped his hands around my waist to anchor himself as he drilled into me harder then before, almost knocking me off my knees. I turned to look over my shoulder, to see him. He was oblivious to me, caught up in his own pleasure. The fur on his chest and belly was matted down with sweat, as was the hair on his head. He had a sweet, faraway look in his face. Rapture.

My cock jerked in my hand, and I felt my bowel contract around the log inside them, and hot cum spurt out of me, on my hand, in his bed, and I made a loud sound, somewhere between a word and grunt. My whole body tried to suck Dan even deeper into me, as his every thrust pounded another load of jizz out of me, accompanied by a low whimpering noise. I could feel Dan’s immense cock throb and swell in me, and then his cum flooding my interior, filling me to the brink as he grunted and slammed his last thrusts into me. When he stopped I could barely stay upright on my four weak and trembling limbs. Slowly, carefully, he slid his only semi-erect cock out of my raw asshole. His cum was still in me, the first cum not held back by a condom. My guts felt beaten. A slow stream of hot liquid leak out of my asshole. Neither of us tried to stop it.


We didn’t talk about my sister’s return. Instead we went in as usual, except that we had sex at every opportunity. He could do things with me that he didn’t do with women. Indelicate things. Sometimes he’d come home from work and without any fanfare or chat he’d simply lay me flat on my belly, climb on my back and fuck my asshole until he came. Sometimes he’d sit me in his lap facing him, and fuck me while I jerked off, spilling my cum onto his belly. Other times he’d fuck me lovingly, tenderly, kissing me and telling me how good I felt. On the way to the airport to pick up my sister, he pulled the car over into a desolate side road, bent me over the front car seat and fucked my ass harder than ever before. Once he blew me while he finger-fucked my hole and I came in his mouth pretty quickly. He spat the cum out of his mouth, but laughed and smiled with something very much like pride.

When Lynn saw how well Dan and I got along, she attributed the change to her brilliant idea of leaving us alone to work things out. We didn’t fuck again for awhile, and I began to think we never would again. I went out to the bars one night, but was bitterly disappointed by every guy I found there. I left alone and went home. Waiting for me in my bedroom was Dan. Without a word he put me on the bed on my side, and fucked my ass raw. After we both came he fingered my asshole and said “Don’t let anyone else fuck your hole. Don’t give this up to anyone else.”

Since then I haven’t been with anyone else. Dan takes care of me. He gives me money, and pays for my membership at a nice private gym. And he gives his cock. Whenever we’re alone I can count on Dan spreading my legs and fucking me, and sometimes even when we’re not alone. Sometimes he would visit me in my room late at night. One day, while my sister was outside playing with the baby, Dan took a bath while I sucked on his tits and he jerked off. My sister came into the house that day, and almost caught us. That night Dan came into my bedroom sucked my cock while he fingered his own asshole. When I came in his mouth he spit it out, but when he wiped his face off with the back of his hand he smiled at me with something very much like pride. It’s almost time to graduate now, and I don’t know what will happen then. Also, Dan’s son will be going to the university next year, and he may want to live here. If he does they may ask me to move out so he can stay in my basement room. Or maybe not. My sister is thinking of going back to work, and maybe I’ll stick around to help out with the baby. I don’t know where or how everything will end up, but I know that Dan will find a way to make it work for all of us. That’s what he does. He’s the top stud, the man of the house, and I can’t deny that.