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A Visit to My Brother-In-Law in NYC




A Visit to My Brother-In-Law in NYC


I was traveling for business to New York City so my wife asked me to hand deliver a small painting to her brother Mike. She had been shopping in an antique/ junk store when she spotted the frame. Knowing it was hand carved she gladly paid five dollars for the ugly painting. Her original intent was to put our wedding picture in the frame but when she took the picture out of the frame she found a copper plate and realized that it was a signed Marc Chagall (enamel on copper) that someone had used to do a painting on the back. Mike said he could find out if it was stolen and get it authenticated. I understand that sometimes they paint on the back to hide the stolen art.


As I was knocking on the door, Mike rounded the corner. He smiled as his eyes met mine. I was always taken aback when I saw my brother-in-law. Even wearing a sweat suit you could see that his body was a mass of muscle. His face was coated with sweat, like a glossy sheen that made his tanned flesh glow with health. He pulled the towel from around his neck and wiped his hands and face. He extended his hand and when we made contact I felt it in my balls.


Instantly I was transported back to the week before I married his sister. Mike had come to town ten days before the wedding. He wanted to catch up with friends and acquaintances, do a little fishing at the summer house on the river, and unwind from the hectic life in the big city. Three months ago I was staying in the summer house at the request of my future mother-in-law. She knew Mike was coming and she wanted the guest room for him or so she said. I think she didn’t want her daughter and me under the same roof until after the wedding. I didn’t mind because my wife’s home was a mad house of activity.


I was standing on the upper porch facing the river sipping coffee one morning when I heard a splash. I saw the ripples in the river and then a head surface. He got to the floating pier and lifted his body out of the water. My jaw dropped seeing his physique and as he stood on the pier his over abundant muscles stood out even more starkly. He looked like he was oiled or dipped in liquid honey as the water cascaded off his body. Each of his perfectly developed muscular bulges was intensely defined. He was just standing there stretching and breathing slowly making his huge chest swell again and again. He dove into the river again but when he got out of the water this time he faced the house so I could see his awesome six-pack abs and huge legs. His arms hung away from his sides pushed out by the sheer width of his lats and shoulders.


Before my eyes was a god. There was no other term for the man. No, not just a man, he was unbelievable. Looking down at his skimpy bikini the god/ man was gifted with everything a man should have with overwhelming abundance. His torso had an insane taper. His shoulders stretched crazy wide. Water droplets on the muscle sparkled in the sun accenting and highlighting the size and density of his muscles. His arms and legs were massive. His face was incredibly handsome.


He walked toward the house and the closer he got the bigger he looked. I didn’t know if he was a neighbor or an intruder. I wanted to drop my coffee and make sure the house was locked but I was frozen on the spot. Lost in thought I heard the kitchen door slam. I listened intently.


“Hello,” he called out. His deep voice went right through my chest and it felt like my heart stopped beating. “I’m Mike your future brother-in-law,” he said as he came up the stairs. “Hello?”


Like me he couldn’t stand the pandemonium at his mother’s house so he moved into the summer house with me. Unfortunately for me I was packed and going out of town for three days. Talking to Mike for just five minutes made me consider canceling the trip. If the taxi hadn’t arrived just then he would have had me in bed in mere moments.


With business completed the afternoon of the second day I caught an early flight home. I was disappointed that Mike wasn’t at the summer house when I got there. I knew he was meeting friends all week from phone conversations I had with my future wife. I was sitting on the bed naked and had just finished a conversation with his sister when he spoke up. “Thinking about me?” His voice awakened me from my reverie and I saw him standing in the doorway. I grabbed a pillow to cover my hard cock.


“Never lie to them because they always have a way of finding out the truth,” he advised.


“I didn’t exactly lie. She asked me if I closed the deal. I said yes. She assumed I was coming back tomorrow as scheduled,” I explained as he pushed off the doorframe and walked toward me.

“I thought I was going to be alone tonight when my friends had to go home after dinner,” Mike said as he sat on the bed. I was surrounded by a cloud of pheromones and my cock started throbbing. “Weren’t you scheduled to be out of town tonight? Obviously you didn’t tell my sister you were here. Did you come home early because of me? Do you mind if I…” But instead of finishing the question, he was stripping out of his dress shirt and pulling it up over his head. I was dumbfounded. My mouth hung open but no words came out. Next he was opening his trousers exposing the root of his cock. He wasn’t wearing underwear and I could see the lengthy bulge of his cock chubbing up and pushing against the material. He stood up and kicked the shoes off his feet before he let the trousers fall around his ankles exposing the rest of his amazing body. His uncut cock was long and thick, his balls hung low almost to the tip.

“Is this okay? Now you can get rid of that pillow,” he said as he yanked it away. He had a sly grin on his face when he knelt on the bed and straddled my lap. My cock was throbbing and I could barely catch my breath. “Shall we continue where we left off when that taxi rudely interrupted the other day? You were hard then too weren’t you?” He was breathing slowly and deeply, his muscled chest rising and falling, his six-pack expanding and contracting. The cloud of sex intensified.


“Never lie,” he smiled. “I think you want me? To be with me but you feel like you can’t because of my sister. We can do whatever we want to do if it feels good and we don’t hurt anyone.” He moved closer still until our lips were almost touching. “If you’re worried, I won’t tell anyone. No one else has to know except you and me.”

I took the initiative and closed the gap between our lips, kissing him lightly.

“Oh, man, yeah. That’s good,” he whispered. He closed his eyes and a big glob of pre-cum erupted from the eye of his dick and coated both our shafts. “C’mon, just touch me. That’s all. Just a touch,” he groaned. When I pinched his nipple a thick cloud of his pheromones and waves of pure sex were pouring off his enormous naked body.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped.

“Yeah fuck me,” he said as he lifted and guided my cock to his ass. It all happened so fast. His pre-cum covered cock hit my lips and the next thing I knew it, his tool was spewing more delicious pre-cum onto my tongue. I must have been so preoccupied that I didn’t see him squirt lube into his butt. When he sat my shaft slid into him in one continuous erotic plunge. He pulled my face into his pecs and flexed the gigantic slabs of beef. He groaned when I locked onto a nipple and gently nipped with my teeth. I licked the sweat and chewed the striated muscle.

As he lifted and lowered his body his cock continued to paint my body with his cock. I knew my cum was rising so I began to thrust up into him. Bolts of bliss erupted with each thrust but I couldn’t cum and it was almost too much to bear. I wanted to cum but I also wanted this feeling of total sexual satisfaction to last forever. Mike plunged down one last time. He wrapped his arms around me and whispered one word in my ear.


I heard a roar and it was me cumming. I saw fireworks and I may have passed out. I became aware that his cock was in me and fucking my ass hard. I was smothered in muscle and holding on for dear life. Each time he thrust in I was having a mini orgasm. I lost count of all the times we traded fucks that week. I couldn’t get enough of Mike and he couldn’t get enough of my ass.

Strange as it may seem that pre-nuptial affair only fueled my lust on my wedding night. By morning were fucked so much we both assumed that my new wife was pregnant but fortunately she wasn’t.



I was pulled back to the present the instant Mike made physical contact with a man hug. He had been out jogging and a cloud of rich, musky, masculine stink arose from his body and my lust for him washed over me like a giant wave.


“Nick, how the hell have you been?” he said as he again pumped my hand. His eyes sparkled. His smile exposed his perfect bright white teeth. His lips looked soft, moist, and kissable. He pulled up his shirt, grabbed the key clipped to his waistband, and let me into his apartment. I brushed by his body since he was holding the door for me so I could roll in the suitcase with the painting inside. He let out a laugh as I struggled to enter. The door had barely clicked shut when I felt his strong hands grab my shoulders from behind and firmly steer my back to his chest. I felt his hard muscular body press against my back as he leaned down bringing his face to the side of my neck. His hot breath roared past my ear.


“I have been dreaming about this for months,” he breathed out. “All I can think about is how much I need this.”


Then his tongue flicked out and licked the back of my earlobe. He leaned in and softly nibbled the side of my neck under that ear. His hot breath caused the cancellation of all higher thinking in my brain leaving only the lusty animal behind. My whole body shuddered with desire for him. My cock was instantly rock hard and I could feel his massive erection nestling into the crack of my ass as he continued kissing my neck. He grew more and more aggressive kissing, biting, and sucking my neck. I was writhing in his arms wiggling my ass to allow his cock to slip deeper into the crease between my cheeks. We were both groaning lost in the moment.


“Whoa, take it easy stud!” I said, regaining a little of my composure. “Slow down.”


“Okay, it’s just that I’m just so fucking horny,” he told me. “It’s hard to take this slow when I’ve been thinking about us ever since you called to say you were coming to visit.”


I turned to face him. He rubbed his hand over my bulging crotch, giving out a low moan. Then he leaned in, gently this time, and kissed me on my mouth. Normally I am not into kissing guys, but with Mike it was different. He was so incredibly beautiful! Then he leaned in and his lips brushed mine and it was almost electric! My whole body shifted to an entirely higher plane. In spite of myself I found myself kissing him back. I was hesitant at first, but before I knew it we were making out like teenagers. His tongue thrust repeatedly into my hot mouth and I sucked furiously on it every time it plunged in between my lips. I was just so turned on that it felt so right.


We kissed passionately for what seemed like an eternity. I felt as if I had lost myself in his lusty embrace. He kissed and sucked on my bottom lip, I gently nibbled his lip back. Then he began to work his way down my neck. Passionately he kissed his way around to the side of my neck and up to my ear. All the while, his hands were sensuously rubbing and squeezing body as I was rubbing and grasping his back and ass.


“Wait, let’s take a shower together. I need to slow this down a bit, or I’ll cum all over myself before I ever get out of my pants,” I suggested.


“Okay, c’mon,” he said as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders. We moved through his he master bedroom and into the bathroom. Smiling, he turned on the shower and faced me. Mike undressed me and before I knew it I was standing in front of him naked and his hands were worshiping my body. I undressed him as he watched my naked body and he smiled. His body was even more impressive than I remembered. The second most impressive thing about him was the throbbing cock pulsing in his groin. Sticking out and pointed almost straight up from his trimmed pubic mound, his shaft was throbbing. I felt a renewed surge of lust as I took in the view.


I pressed against him and he guided me over the lip of the shower stall, backing himself in under the hot water. I smiled at him and began running my hands over his massive chest and shoulders. He raised his arms and flexed all his muscles into a most muscular pose. The biceps swelled. His shoulders mounted higher and higher. His lats opened like wings, thick and meaty. His chest swelled and pushed forward. His six-pack receded and the skin was suctioned against every striated muscle. His thighs exploded with heavy, perfect slabs of meat. I was lost in muscle worship.


He relaxed his awesome collection of overwhelming muscle and nodded toward my raging hard-on throbbing. He straightened and moved closer. His musk and power seemed to intensify as he pressed his chest to mine. He was glowing with lust absolutely bare, unashamed, and radiating pure, sweet, hard, sex.


He tilted his head back as I bent down to take his nipple and began sucking on it. I dragged my tongue across his smooth chest and licked his other nipple. It was hard in an instant and he gasped. His dick was pressed against my thigh and I could feel him lightly thrusting it back and forth to hump my leg.


It took all of my self control not to go to my knees and swallow his cock. He moaned his approval as I took a liquid soap and began to wash his entire body. I caressed every muscular bulge and sexy curve while I washed him. I lathered him up, and he also gently washed my body at the same time. We both paid a little extra attention to each other’s throbbing cocks. I rubbed his prick a little more than was strictly necessary just for cleanliness. His spongy-hard cock just felt so damn good in my hand that I was unwilling to let go.


After we were both rinsed, I couldn’t wait any more. I slid down his body and knelt in the drizzle of the overhead rain shower I leaned forward and slowly took his throbbing prick into my hot steamy mouth. It was so worth the wait!


His prick is nice-sized, maybe almost too thick for extended oral sex, but it was sure fine right where it was for now. My mouth was opened as wide as possible and I had pushed my face down over his dick allowing him to press the head into the back of my throat, leaving my nose rubbing in his little patch of trimmed pubes. I held him in my throat like that for as long as I could. When I finally pulled back for a breath of air, I sucked hard on his shaft before letting him out from between my lips.


“Oh fuck!” he exclaimed. “Suck me. Mmm, yeah, that’s the way. Suck my cock. Do It!”


I reached out and gently grasped his shaft with my right hand, allowing me to stoke him while I sucked and slurped his spongy cock head. With my other hand, took hold of his heavy, full balls and began gently pulling on them. I worked him like that for a while, gobbling as much dick and pre-cum as I could with each thrust, pausing to occasionally lick and suck his heavy balls.


Mike moaned and grabbed my head in his hands, clearly enjoying my attention to his cock and balls. He pulled my head deeper into his crotch, forcing his meat deeper into my throat. I reached back with both of my hands and gripped his powerful smooth ass cheeks in my palms, squeezing and pulling his body tight against me.


“Oh fuck, yeah,” he gasped repeating it over and over.


Soon enough, his thighs were resting against my chest as I drove my face back and forth pushing his throbbing cock back into my throat. I gently massaged his ass with my hands and his cock with my mouth, all the while listening to a chorus of his moans and dirty talk. He was face fucking me with passion.


His dick throbbed in my mouth and seemed to grow even harder. I tried to encourage him to fuck my face even harder by gently trying to work a finger into his ass hole. He stabbed his cock into my throat a few more times, and I expected a load of cum very soon, but instead he reached down and gently guided me to a standing position. Then he turned me around to face away from him. He put tender but firm downward pressure on my shoulders, urging me to bend over in front of him, leaving my ass up in the air, exposed to him. I felt his hands spread my ass cheeks open, and the warm, wet pressure of his tongue as he licked my asshole.


He dove in first swirling his tongue hotly around the rim of my man hole, then plunging in, fucking my ass with his hard tongue. The sensation was almost too much to handle. My knees got a little wobbly and I had to grab the built in seat for support. My cock was already hard, but now it was throbbing. I knew that just the slightest touch while Mike was tongue fucking me would drive me right over the edge. Mike must have sensed that, because he backed off my pucker and began to knead and nibble my ass cheeks, only occasionally dragging a finger or his tongue over my hole.


I stood up and smiled down at Mike as I turned off the shower. He also rose and then took my hand. He grabbed a bottle of lotion from the sink and led me back out to the room. He guided me to the bed where he had me to lay down on my back.


Kneeling between my spread legs, Mike leaned down and picked up right where he left off. He pushed my legs up into the air, exposing my ass. Then he lay flat and began to really lap and lick my ass again. It was only briefly this time though.


Mike uncapped the bottle, and then lifted my legs to rest on his shoulders. He squirted a large dollop of the lube onto my ass and began working it into my anus by fucking me with his fingers. At first I felt only one finger ease into me, then another and then another. It was really amazing to watch the lust wash over his face as his fingers banged my ass.


“Fuck me Mike,” I said as I looked into his eyes. “I need your cock in me, now.”


He didn’t argue. He squirted some more lube on his throbbing prick quickly, and pushed his whole big dick right up my ass in one savage thrust.


“Aw... yeah!” I yelled loudly. “Fuck, that’s good. Fuck me!”


He quickly began to pump his dick in and out of me. I could feel his heavy balls as they slammed into my ass and his thighs as they slammed into my body. I felt like a common whore. I grabbed my ankles and pulled them back, to open myself up as much as possible adding to the state of arousal.


Then, I reached my hands down and spread my ass open farther for him. My legs also slid down his outer body, getting my ankles off of his shoulders. He pulled his dick all the way out of me before plunging back in. Over and over he did this until I lost count, then he drove all the way in again, balls slapping hard on my ass. He stabbed me over and over with his hard cock, and I lost track of everything but the feelings shooting through my body from my ass. He was pounding me again, varying his pace as he fucked me, obviously trying not to cum too soon, but it was really no use.


“Mike. I want you to shoot your hot load all over me.”


“Too late,” he gasped as he thrust repeatedly without pulling back even an inch. Then he quickly pulled out and straddled my chest. I leaned my head back and opened my mouth in a gasp of ecstasy allowing Mike to dribble some of his man seed into my greedy mouth. I swallowed.


Mike leaned down smiling and began licking and rubbing my cum into my chest.


“Yeah... that was awesome,” Mike smiled as he kissed my lips.


“Incredible,” I breathed.


He moved to his side and we were facing each other separated by only a couple of inches. The scent of his musk was overpowering and intoxicating. The heat and sexual prowess was still pouring from him like a blast furnace. I ran my hand over the body that was packed with muscle and he stroked me. His voice and movements were saturated with pure desire. He flexed his arms and then he pulled my face into his pecs. I inhaled a thick cloud of his powerful and seductive pheromones still pouring off his muscular naked body. When we awoke we quickly cleaned up in the shower and I even sucked his cock again.


He examined the painting and called a friend to come over. The man was excited to see the Chagall and he checked a database of stolen works. It wasn’t listed as missing but he said it was worth about $1000 to $1500 dollars at the right auction after the frame was repaired. I had hoped it was worth millions but still it was a very good return on five dollars.


After his friend appraised the painting we spent the rest of the evening drinking beer and acting like buddies. Later that night I joined Mike in his bed and after a night of intense lovemaking I realized that he and I were true fuck buddies and kindred spirits.

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