Date: Mon, 19 Feb 2018 09:56:42 +0000
From: James Herbert <stagman124@gmail.com>
Subject: Attending to my brother in Law - Part 2

I followed Chris up stairs to find him sprawled out on his back, legs
spread and an arm drapped over his face covering his eyes. He was the
perfect visual representation of a proper man. His perfectly toned torso
gently rose and fell with each breath he took. His nipples had gone hard
and stood proudly on his firm pecs. As my eyes travelled lower my old
shorts weren't even putting up a fight and were just moulding themselves
perfectly around his semi hard cock which was resting across his right
thigh. I could make out the dark shadow of his big bull balls up one of the
legs of the shorts. I stood there staring for a while before moving into
the bedroom.

Everything in my head was screaming that this was wrong. What would Matt
say if he found out? How would he ever forgive me?  All thoughts of guilt
were replaced with the knowledge I was about to answer all the questions
that i'd been asking myself for the last few weeks. Would Chris even let me
do everything I wanted to do? What would his cock taste like? How was his
cock going to feel inside me? Would I even manage to take it inside me?

My thoughts were interputed by Chris "you going to just stand there or
what? I'm just going to lie here and let you take care of me yeah?"

I couldn't even bring myself to answer, I just stepped forward and nealt
onto the bed. I had to get him naked, I needed to see what he would look
like in all his glory. I tentatively ran my hands along the inside of his
legs, over his thighs and grabbed each leg of the shorts. I gave them a
small tug and Chris lifted his hips off the bed so I could slide them down
and off his legs. He rested his hips back down and remained still.

The image before me was better than I had ever dreamed of. The perfect male
specimin lay in front of me. His now soft cock and slid off his hip and
rested pointing directly at me on top of his huge balls. I have a huge
fetish for big balls that hang nice and low and Chris had the perfect pair.
I leant in and started to lick along the inside of his calf. I could taste
the salt on his skin but it wasn't offensive, he still smelt clean. I got
to his knee and switched to the otherside. My hands ran up his legs and
gripped his huge thighs. My thumbs were just below his balls and as I
licked up his other leg I gave his thighs a squeeze. Once i'd finished
licking his legs I shuffled up the bed a little further and he spread hig
legs further to give me more room.

In a husky tone he said "when are you going to touch it? Stop teasing me."

I didn't need to be asked twice, I reached out and for the first time took
his thick shaft in my hand.

"Mmmmmm" moaned Chris and he let his arm flop down to his side so his face
was fully exposed again.

I turned my attention back to his huge cock. It was thick, heavy and soft,
but felt powerful all the same. This was a mans cock. I squeezed it gently
and felt it start to come to life. It grew longer and firmer whilst I
continued to squeeze it, slowly lengthening and thickening in my hand. It
was still rubbery but rapidly getting harder and harder. His foreskin
started to slowly pull back across the pink head of his cock. A grunt from
Chris and his cock throbbed in my hand, the foreskin pulled right back and
his cock started to point upwards. I started sliding my hands up and down
the shaft yielding more low grunts from Chris. His cock was now rock hard
and proudly pointing to the ceiling. His foreskin had pulled right back
releaving a dark pink head which I could see throbbing in time with his
slow heart beat.

"Taste it"

I leant forward slid my hand to the bottom of his shaft and tentatively
licked around the head.

"Ohhh yessss" Chris hissed.

His cock was throbbing and I knew what I had to do. I licked my lips,
opened my mouth wide and took his shaft inside. I swirled my tongue around
the shaft getting it wet as I slid more and more his cock into my mouth. It
wasn't long before the fat head of his cock hit the back of my throat, so I
slowly pulled back and worked back up the shaft.

"Hold my balls, squeeze them"

With my spare hand I lifted Chris' heavy balls. They were huge, two
magnificant orbs no doubt full of days and days worth of cum. Chris grunted
and thrust his hips forward lodging his cock as far into my mouth as he
could. I felt his cock surge in appreciation and a new taste appeared in my
mouth. Slightly salty, it took only a second for me to realise what I could
taste. In that moment, I knew I was done being tentative, I squeezed the
bottom of his shaft with one hand, hefted his balls in the other and sucked
hard on his shaft.

"Ohh my god, suck it. Yeah suck it" groaned Chris.

My hand started working the shaft as I drove his cock in and out of my
mouth. My tongue flicking over the shaft of his cock and then swirling
around the edge of his head. I gripped his balls and pulled gently, out of
the corner of my eye I saw Chris grab the sheets in his fists. He was
enjoying this. I could feel his balls churning in my hand and noticed how
they were slowly tightening. Something told me it had been a while since he
had got any, maybe longer than he was letting on. He needed this and I
wanted it. I renewed my efforts on his cock, and pushed it to the back of
my mouth, I was determined to deep throat it. The head squeezed in and once
in my throat I managed to slide down the full length of his shaft.

"FUCK!!" yelled Chris.

He reared his hips up and tried to lodge every rock hard inch of his shaft
down my throat. I squeezed his balls which had now gone tight against his
body and felt him shudder. His breathing had sped up and the constant
string of moans was telling me he wasn't going to hold it for much longer.
I pulled back removing his cock from my throat to catch my breath. His body
relaxed back onto the bed, but he was still clutching the bed sheets. I
pulled off his cock and continued to stroke it. Each time my hand squeezed
up his shaft a clear bead of precum would ooze from the tip of his cock. I
leant in a licked up the wonderfully sweet and salty liquid. But I wanted
to taste something else.

As if on que "please, I don't know how much more of this I can take" Chris
moaned whilst driving his cock through my fist.

I leant down and wrapped my lips around the shaft of his cock. My tongue
was lashing his shaft, my hand sliding up and down, I could feel the river
of precum now oozing out coating my tongue.

"I'm... getting... close"

I gripped his balls and felt them go slack, his cock went bone hard.

"SHIIIIITTTTTTTTTT" yelled Chris.

His cock started pulsing, shooting jet after jet of red hot cum into my
mouth. With each shot, both of his massive balls pulled up and relaxed. I
was frantically trying to swallow his delicious load but I just couldn't
keep up. Cum started leaking down his shaft and onto his big balls which
were slowly slowing down. He must have shot 10-15 massive waves of cum.

"Oh my god, oh my god, that was incredible! I've never cum so hard on my
life!!" I looked up and Chris was staring down at me with a dazed
expression on his face.

I went to work licking up and spare cum I could find. I sucked each ball
into my mouth which made Chris grunt and shudder.

"Ugh, careful, they're so sensitive"

After I finished licking up all the cum I could find I rested back on my
haunches and looked at a satisfied man. His cock all shiny with precum, cum
and spit flopped over his big balls. It was better than I could ever have
hoped for!

Chris laid completely still on the bed for a couple of moments. Just
staring at the ceiling. In a timid voice, "of my god, what have I done!? We
can't do this... EVER again, it was so wrong."

In just a matter of minutes Chis had gone from writhing around on our bed
in pleasure to being so timid and shy. All of a sudden he started yelling
at me. "This is YOUR fault, you must have drugged me or something. I'm not
fucking gay!" he spat. With that he jumped up and started getting dressed.

"Chris, come on. Getting your cock sucked doesn't make you gay! We need to
talk about this..." I trailed off after his shot me a glare so full of
loathing and hatred. His whole demeanor had done a complete 180.

He pushed past me, walked down the stairs, ripped open the front door
before jumping in his van an speeding off.

God, what had I done! Would he tell Charlotte? Would he tell Matt? I can't
believe i'd been so stupid! Yet, there in the back of my head was another
voice. Another voice saying that this wasn't going to be the end.

End of part 2