- Joined
- Aug 4, 2015
- Posts
- 1,802
- Media
- 5
- Likes
- 12,366
- Points
- 333
- Age
- 46
- Location
- Nebraska (United States)
- Sexuality
- 100% Gay, 0% Straight
- Gender
- Male
Full disclosure: By my title, I'm not talking about things that are illegal or would get you banned from here. But I think a lot of gay men have had awkward, or forbidden sorts of situations crop up. I am interested in hearing them, and I know the one I'm about to share sounds preposterous, but I promise it happened. 
My partner and I used to drink quite a lot, and we lived out in the country. It was fairly secluded and we had an above-ground pool. One particular summer night, my partner and I were lounging around, a little bit drunk. My partner always has worn a tshirt and cloth shorts or something similar when lounging. I was in white briefs. There was a knock on the door at about 1 in the morning, and I threw a blanket over myself on the couch while my partner answered the door. It was his brother, drunk as hell because his girlfriend had broken up with him. We of course gave him a little bit of a riot act for driving all the way out to our house drunk, but invited him in nonetheless. My partner suggested I put some clothes on, so I got up. His brother saw me in my whities and just laughed and said not to bother, it's late, it's our house, and he didn't plan on staying long. He was jovial, not sad-drunk. And he's always been super liberal and just a-ok with us as a couple.
Cut to: The three of us sitting out back slightly illuminated by the back porch light, smoking and drinking some more. Just shooting the shit and carrying on. Yes, I stayed in my briefs the whole time. One of us, usually me, would get up and go inside to mix new drinks. Hours passed. (I should note here that my partner is blonde, not super tall but average in height and weight. His brother is shorter, squat, a wrestler's/corn fed build that eventually turned to being more stocky. Not fat per se, but thick. And he has dark brown hair. Total blue-collar guy.) Anyway, my partner got shitwrecked and went to bed. I honestly was thinking we were going to wrap it up, but his brother asked if I'd go make more drinks while he took a piss in the yard. I went inside, made fresh drinks, and when I came back, he had his shoes, socks, and pants off. He was pulling his shirt off, leaving him in cheap, blue-plaid Walmart boxers. He drunkenly mumbled something about "If you can't beat em, join em." We proceeded to sit around in our underwear for a while, talking, drinking and smoking.
I once again made new drinks and when I returned to the back yard, all I could see was him climbing the ladder to our pool. He was getting in, naked, his ass facing me. I laughed and asked what he was doing, and he said something to the effect of "Goddamnit you guys have a pool!" As if he couldn't believe nobody thought of this earlier. So I stripped my briefs off and climbed in as well. We continued our conversation, holding our drinks as carefully as we could, and drinking them.
After skinny dipping a while, we decided to get out. I climbed the ladder first, and he arbitrarily slapped my ass from inside the pool. We both went inside to towel off and make new drinks. He'd seen me in my underwear before that night, and I saw him in his boxers briefly once. Otherwise, I hadn't seen him naked at all. His dick was short but fat, and he had big fat, uneven balls. I was in the kitchen making drinks at the counter, and he came out of the bathroom naked, like a drunk bull in a china shop. He ambled over to me, reaching beyond me for his drink on the counter. He was facing my side, close, and his dick bumped my hip. He took a step back to take a drink and then slurred, "You're not fucking circumcised?" With that, he grabbed my dick to take a look at it. He sort of rolled it in his fingers a little, and pushed the skin back a bit. All in about one second of handling, mind you.
We ambled back outside and talked for a while longer before he slurred, out of the blue, "Show me how that dick works." I was happy to, and wasn't hard already, but I sure wasn't soft either. I started playing with myself and he watched, confused and almost scientifically. He started that slow dance of things; his hand was on his leg near his dick. He nudged it a few times with his thumb, then his fingertips, slowly and finally getting harder and finally actually stroking himself. He had a fat six inches. He finally leaned forward as he told me to get up and come over there so he could yank my dick. Basically wanting to see how it worked, was his excuse. I got up, and stood in front of him. He jerked my dick at face level, staring right at it. Making the skin slide back and forth, over the head and back again. "Huh.", he said, just before suddenly plunging it into his mouth! He awkwardly slurped on it for a short time, before pulling his face back. "Nope, that's not for me." He laughed and then added, "Guess I can cross that off my bucket list!" He laughed more, the joke being that he absolutely doesn't have a bucket list, and giving head wouldn't be on it if he did. "Let's switch spots.", he suggested, so I sat down and he stood and put his cock in my face. I started sucking it immediately, and I felt his whole body shudder. "Oh damn!" he said. I've been told I'm really good at sucking dick, and I genuinely love doing it. I also suckled on his balls and he told me "Girls never do that shit!" He ended up fucking my mouth, his fat balls nudging my chin, until he came down my throat.
He couldn't suck me off, but he said he'd jack me. I stood up and he stood at my side again, his still-hard, sticky cock pushed against my hip. He spat in his hand, which I don't need, but it's ok, and he grabbed my dick to jack me off. After he'd been jerking me a bit, he curiously groped my ass and his fingertips went down near my hole. "I shoulda fucked ya." He said, probably joking. (?) I lost it at the thought of that, and came out all over the ground. With him jerking me. We had a laugh about it, and eventually we turned in. That wasn't the only time we ended up messing around, but it was certainly the first. Most of the other times weren't nearly as big as that, and there weren't many.
Now before anyone thinks I'm an asshole for cheating on my partner - we had a slight open-door policy. We'd had threesomes, and we'd fucked around on our own as well. Just never really covered the "what-if" of his brother asking me for head. Even now, years later, he and I share this sort of "special club" like we have a secret that nobody knows. Which is true, of course. We don't really talk about it, but there's that sort of elephant in the room, thoughts lingering in the back of the mind. Anyone else care to share any "forbidden" experiences? It doesn't obviously have to be your partner's brother, but just any sort of time when you shouldn't really have gone through with it but did?
My partner and I used to drink quite a lot, and we lived out in the country. It was fairly secluded and we had an above-ground pool. One particular summer night, my partner and I were lounging around, a little bit drunk. My partner always has worn a tshirt and cloth shorts or something similar when lounging. I was in white briefs. There was a knock on the door at about 1 in the morning, and I threw a blanket over myself on the couch while my partner answered the door. It was his brother, drunk as hell because his girlfriend had broken up with him. We of course gave him a little bit of a riot act for driving all the way out to our house drunk, but invited him in nonetheless. My partner suggested I put some clothes on, so I got up. His brother saw me in my whities and just laughed and said not to bother, it's late, it's our house, and he didn't plan on staying long. He was jovial, not sad-drunk. And he's always been super liberal and just a-ok with us as a couple.
Cut to: The three of us sitting out back slightly illuminated by the back porch light, smoking and drinking some more. Just shooting the shit and carrying on. Yes, I stayed in my briefs the whole time. One of us, usually me, would get up and go inside to mix new drinks. Hours passed. (I should note here that my partner is blonde, not super tall but average in height and weight. His brother is shorter, squat, a wrestler's/corn fed build that eventually turned to being more stocky. Not fat per se, but thick. And he has dark brown hair. Total blue-collar guy.) Anyway, my partner got shitwrecked and went to bed. I honestly was thinking we were going to wrap it up, but his brother asked if I'd go make more drinks while he took a piss in the yard. I went inside, made fresh drinks, and when I came back, he had his shoes, socks, and pants off. He was pulling his shirt off, leaving him in cheap, blue-plaid Walmart boxers. He drunkenly mumbled something about "If you can't beat em, join em." We proceeded to sit around in our underwear for a while, talking, drinking and smoking.
I once again made new drinks and when I returned to the back yard, all I could see was him climbing the ladder to our pool. He was getting in, naked, his ass facing me. I laughed and asked what he was doing, and he said something to the effect of "Goddamnit you guys have a pool!" As if he couldn't believe nobody thought of this earlier. So I stripped my briefs off and climbed in as well. We continued our conversation, holding our drinks as carefully as we could, and drinking them.
After skinny dipping a while, we decided to get out. I climbed the ladder first, and he arbitrarily slapped my ass from inside the pool. We both went inside to towel off and make new drinks. He'd seen me in my underwear before that night, and I saw him in his boxers briefly once. Otherwise, I hadn't seen him naked at all. His dick was short but fat, and he had big fat, uneven balls. I was in the kitchen making drinks at the counter, and he came out of the bathroom naked, like a drunk bull in a china shop. He ambled over to me, reaching beyond me for his drink on the counter. He was facing my side, close, and his dick bumped my hip. He took a step back to take a drink and then slurred, "You're not fucking circumcised?" With that, he grabbed my dick to take a look at it. He sort of rolled it in his fingers a little, and pushed the skin back a bit. All in about one second of handling, mind you.
We ambled back outside and talked for a while longer before he slurred, out of the blue, "Show me how that dick works." I was happy to, and wasn't hard already, but I sure wasn't soft either. I started playing with myself and he watched, confused and almost scientifically. He started that slow dance of things; his hand was on his leg near his dick. He nudged it a few times with his thumb, then his fingertips, slowly and finally getting harder and finally actually stroking himself. He had a fat six inches. He finally leaned forward as he told me to get up and come over there so he could yank my dick. Basically wanting to see how it worked, was his excuse. I got up, and stood in front of him. He jerked my dick at face level, staring right at it. Making the skin slide back and forth, over the head and back again. "Huh.", he said, just before suddenly plunging it into his mouth! He awkwardly slurped on it for a short time, before pulling his face back. "Nope, that's not for me." He laughed and then added, "Guess I can cross that off my bucket list!" He laughed more, the joke being that he absolutely doesn't have a bucket list, and giving head wouldn't be on it if he did. "Let's switch spots.", he suggested, so I sat down and he stood and put his cock in my face. I started sucking it immediately, and I felt his whole body shudder. "Oh damn!" he said. I've been told I'm really good at sucking dick, and I genuinely love doing it. I also suckled on his balls and he told me "Girls never do that shit!" He ended up fucking my mouth, his fat balls nudging my chin, until he came down my throat.
He couldn't suck me off, but he said he'd jack me. I stood up and he stood at my side again, his still-hard, sticky cock pushed against my hip. He spat in his hand, which I don't need, but it's ok, and he grabbed my dick to jack me off. After he'd been jerking me a bit, he curiously groped my ass and his fingertips went down near my hole. "I shoulda fucked ya." He said, probably joking. (?) I lost it at the thought of that, and came out all over the ground. With him jerking me. We had a laugh about it, and eventually we turned in. That wasn't the only time we ended up messing around, but it was certainly the first. Most of the other times weren't nearly as big as that, and there weren't many.
Now before anyone thinks I'm an asshole for cheating on my partner - we had a slight open-door policy. We'd had threesomes, and we'd fucked around on our own as well. Just never really covered the "what-if" of his brother asking me for head. Even now, years later, he and I share this sort of "special club" like we have a secret that nobody knows. Which is true, of course. We don't really talk about it, but there's that sort of elephant in the room, thoughts lingering in the back of the mind. Anyone else care to share any "forbidden" experiences? It doesn't obviously have to be your partner's brother, but just any sort of time when you shouldn't really have gone through with it but did?
