I was just standing there stunned, watching him take a deep breath and pick up his call.

Like in a dream, I looked around the room that smelled like lube and cum. The vibrator was at full speed, gently humming, attached to the backboard of their bed. The bedsheet had stains of fresh cum drops. On his tablet was playing porn with some twink being tied up and used by muscled dilf. I couldn’t help but smirk when I glanced at his round butt and muscled back covered in sweat, walking to it.

Next to the tablet lay the thing he used as a gag. I realized now it looked very suspicious. It looked like the black boxer briefs I threw in the laundry bin maybe Monday. My cock was now fully hard. It was one thing seeing this spectacle and his hot body but damn! Realizing it may have been my briefs filled with a great amount of my own precum was wild!

While casually talking to her, he picked up the soaked gag and turned off the tablet and vibrator. Hurriedly he threw them into a box next to his bed and turned around to look at me. I gave him an all-knowing smile and silently leaned on the doorframe with the broadest smug smile.

His eyes got dark, and a cluster of fear, anger, and shame was definitely gushing from them. “Get the fuck out of here, you pervert!”

Now, I don’t know if the sheer hypocrisy of this, hearing the word I genuinely hate, or the disappointment of listening to that comment from someone I started to view as a friend; who knows, maybe all of them at once and perhaps even some others, but at that moment, I hated Nate with passion!

He saw it and stopped talking. He just stood in place, staring at me. The fear was evident in his eyes, but probably humiliation overruled because his features hardened again, and with a menacing tone, he repeated those words.

I remained silent, glaring at him with disgust, and left the room. I went into the hallway and punched the bag so I won’t bash at him. Then, without thinking, I hit it again as the rage wouldn’t leave me. Again and again. I was punching it so hard that I had to take on his gloves because of the pain after a while. Then I continued hitting it till the sweat ran down my spine. It was maybe one o’clock when I was spent. I slammed the door, and I fell into bed, blacking out.

The following day was Sunday. I went for a run alone, showered, and started hard, heavy-weight training. I would punch the bag again, but I didn't want to see him.

I was doing a set of deadlifts when I heard a knock on my door. I cursed under my breath but kept silent and continued.

Another knock. Fuck him.

“Rick, I came to apologize. I am coming in. Please don’t punch me.”

With that, the door opened.

I stared at him like at the enemy and didn’t stop lifting. Nate was obviously troubled, he kept looking at me and turning away, his hands fidgeting, and his eyes looked sad and scared.

“Look, man, Rick, I am sorry, I was stressed. I… ”

He paused for a long while, so I said, “Give me back my briefs.”

He nervously walked around the room, talking, “I know you have every right to be angry; I shouldn’t say that, but you barged in there at the worst time possible, and I just wanted you to leave.”

I let the weights down to my hips and stood before him. Nate stopped pacing and looked at me, worried.

“Does your wife know you like sticking that thing up your ass?”

“I don’t…” he started.

“Fuck you, closet case, it’s not my first rodeo, and you're either fucking gifted at taking dick, or you’ve been doing this for a long time by the size of that thing.”

“Look Rick… damn it… No, she doesn’t, but this… I don’t do this, I think… I think I was just pent up, and I just did it.”

“Why my boxers?”

I still didn’t know they were mine. He could tell me they were his. Who knows? I don’t own every black pair in the world, but by the way he was reacting, I knew damn sure they were, in fact, mine!

He started to breathe low and fast. Crossed his arms defensively in front of him. He kept glancing toward the door, my pecs in front of him and into my eyes.

I needed now to try something. I need to know, or I will go mad!

I turned sideways, laid the bells on the floor, and stepped toward him - he instantly stepped back and hit the wall behind him.

“Kiss me,” I commanded, locking him with my eyes.

“Excuse me?” Nate said, out of breath.

“Look, asshole, there is a door right there, and you can leave whenever you want. I am not going to hold you or force myself on you. If you want to go, go! But if you want me to pound that hungry pussy of yours so hard you’re gonna think of me every time you’d sit, you have to make that decision yourself. I am not making it for you, closet-case.”

I stood there with hands on my waist, waiting and glaring right into those big, scared green eyes, not even two steps from him. Nate was pinned against the wall behind him. I was angry but composed, and with my bare chest still rising as I breathed heavily after my workout, he just interrupted; I knew I looked menacing.

But everything on him screamed that he wanted it, and it was turning him the fuck on! This straight bullshit with a dildo up his ass just a few hours ago annoyed me, and I just had enough. I wanted him to acknowledge it on his own before I would fuck him into a shaking mess and fill his pussy with my cum, just before his homophobic wife came home.

He stood there for quite a while. He looked cute at that moment, and I had to hold myself from grabbing him behind his neck and mounting his mouth.

“Look, I am sorry. I will go,” he spoke softly.

I didn’t move, and neither did he. I kept staring in silence, Nate nervously looked around at the space between us and definitely glanced at my junk for a formidable split second, but I didn’t move.

The pressure between us started to feel heavy, and he was getting increasingly flustered, he knew very well he’s got enough space to leave, and he knew we both know that. Nate closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Composing himself and then started talking again with forced calmness.

“What if you are misreading this whole situation, and I don’t want to have anything sexual with you? As you surely know, you are my wife's brother.”

He was looking me straight in the face and trying the stone mask he was so confident in using. Not this time bitch I thought.

“Then I apologize, your butthole stretched over that big dildo, with my cum stained underwear in your mouth, you checking me out every chance you get when you think I don't notice, or the fact that you watched me for I don’t know how long with Jerry while you tented quite a big boner must have given me the wrong fucking impression,” I said harshly glaring at him.

He took a sharp breath but tried to act cool, saying nothing.

“Look, Nathaniel.” I crossed my arms. “You maybe find this over the line, maybe the exact opposite, and you secretly wish you would be threatened and coerced, so you get what you want but still keep the victim's self-image. I don’t know. Maybe you even worry that I will tell Ash so that I can ruin her some more… So let me say very clearly a few important things.” I leaned toward him with a severe look.

“I will never out anyone like this. Never! Not because it’s you. Cos I wouldn’t do that to anyone. So even if I have my issues with Ash, this is the moral thing I do not cross. Understood?”

He nodded slowly.

“Good. Secondly, I wouldn't coerce anyone into anything. I despise such a way of treating another person. I told you once that if I ever fuck you, you will have to beg me for it. It would be your decision and your responsibility. So, go to someone else if you are looking for a brute who’ll force you into letting him fuck your hole into a bloody mess."

Nate shook his head and looked at the floor.

"If you want to leave this fucked up situation, go, and we will never speak of it again. But if my assumptions are correct and you want my dick to fuck you silly, you will make a move first.”

He looked at me, and I had to stop myself. I realized I got riled up a bit and kept talking. He silently hung on every word I said.

Nate stood there silently for another while, looking at me. I felt like saying much more but decided to wait.

“Can I sit, please?”

I took a step back, and he went and sat on my bed, putting his head in his hands. Then he combed back his hair, straightened his spine and shoulders, and looked at me seriously.

“This is fucked up.”

When I decided not to respond, he continued. “I found your briefs without intention; I was just putting laundry in. I don’t know what possessed me. It’s like I couldn’t stop myself. The smell… I thought I was getting crazy. I …”

Nate looked flustered, chaotic even. I kind of felt sorry for him at that moment.

“We bought that vibrator with Ashley a couple of years ago to spice things up, we used it like twice, and it has been sitting in a box since. When I took those, I couldn’t help but … I never did anything like that. It was like I was a different person. Weak, horny. I masturbated right there and then.”

I felt my cock jerk after that sentence. I let my arms down and listened to him rumble.

“Afterward, I felt like blacking out, dazed, and ashamed, but the next day, I came for them and spent my working hours jacking… Damn… I… I… Fuck… I remembered Jerry and the way you were doing it. I wanted to be used like that. I went for the vibrator, and I tried it. But the pain was too much even when I was really aroused. Still, I kept coming back, trying. Finally, after about a day, I took it in, and the pain was almost unbearable, but I was worried that if I took it out, I wouldn’t be able to get it back in, and I wanted to feel how he felt when he came back then. So I started the vibration, and then I somehow reached my prostate and the feeling! Damn, I never felt something like that! I had to bite down those briefs so I won’t scream and you wouldn’t hear me in the next room.”

I was getting hard! I had no idea why he was telling me all this. He must have been very stressed, but Fuck! This was making me crazy! My chest started rising and falling as I breathed heavily, hearing that confession.

“And since then, I have kept doing that. Honestly, I am glad I can concentrate on prime tasks at work because most of my last workdays, I sit on that thing on a slow pulse, and when I cum I clean myself and go workout with you. The only solace I had was in that that you wouldn’t know. No one would know! And when you opened the door, it felt like my whole world was going to burn under me.”

On his wrist fell a tear; is he crying?

This utterly chaotic monologue of his broke me! I felt horny and shuttered to pieces watching him reveal this side of his. I lost all willpower and reason; in two fast steps, I was in front of him and took his cheek in my palm, raising it towards me as I kneeled one leg on the bed next to his hip. Nate looked me in the eyes, silent. Fuck it! Fuck this whole fucking pandemic! Fuck the fucking responsibility!

With the second hand, I embraced his head and kissed him, shifting my weight over his body, making him lie under me while we were making out, gradually increasing the need in our kiss.

My tongue explored his mouth, and he welcomed me like a hungry man welcoming food. His hands traveled my back and scratched me so hard I knew I would have bruises. Still, neither of us couldn’t let go. I maybe romanticized this whole situation in my head, but I couldn’t care at that moment. All I needed was him, I wanted to burn myself within him, and I felt he needed the same from how he was eating from me.

After a while, I couldn’t bare it any longer. My dick hurt from the amount of blood rushing in it, and I needed to fuck him like I never needed anything in my life. At that moment, nothing else existed. I lifted his shirt higher to feel his chest on mine and reached down to open his pants. I needed to feel that cock, taste it, and most of all, eat that hungry hole!

I moved my hand to his neck. I didn’t squeeze; I just held him in place. I looked him deep into his eyes and, with a second hand, removed his pants and underwear. Then I raised his legs and launched at that pussy with everything I had. I licked, sucked, fucked it with my tongue until his legs shook in my hands, and he moaned into his wrist. Seeing this, I needed to do one thing. I stood up and waited until he looked at me. Then I pulled down my shorts, took off my jock covered in precum, and shoved it to his face and under his nose.

He just lay there frozen, breathing it in.

"Lick it, boy."

He looked at me dazed, opened his lips, and let his tongue take it in. Then, as he licked and sucked the fabric, I straddled him, sitting on his chest.

“Sniff them.”

His eyes rolled with pleasure as he inhaled; I took them away and pointed my cock to his nose.

“You love the smell of my cock in them. Maybe you should try the real thing.”

He looked at it, then at me, and then at my dick again. This may have taken only a second or two, but for my blood-filled cock it felt like an eternity. Finally, I pointed it to his nose, and he sniffed it with lust.

“Taste it, Nathaniel” he parted his lips, and I guided my cock to him. He took it with pleasure, sucked it, and licked the head like it was his first meal after months. I cradled his head and ensured he wouldn’t take too much at once. Then, when the need in him raised and I could see he needed more, I leaned above him and fed him as much as he could, slowly pumping his mouth and going deeper and deeper.

“Swallow, boy. Relax. It will go there.” I said caringly, pushing a bit more in with every thrust. He started to gag.

“Breath with your nose, boy.”

He tried, and his eyes began to water, but he was determined.

“That’s it, boy, good. Keep that tongue down for now, boy.”

I now had over two-thirds of my cock buried in his face. The look of it was so thrilling, and I had to pull out, so I won’t start fucking his face mercilessly.

“Fuck Nathaniel, you are so fucking hot.” I dismounted him and pulled his shirt over his head. I dove into his lips and fed him with my tongue. I pulled him to sit up and started kissing his neck and shoulder. My hands roamed his muscled back and abs. My tongue traveled to his ear, and I sucked and bit his earlobe. Then I licked inside and said: “Is this what you wanted, Nathaniel?” He didn’t answer, just moaned

“Answer me, boy, or I will stop.”

He looked at me

“If you want me to stop, say it or leave. I will not force you, but fuck, I am getting ready to fuck your pussy silly if you don’t stop me.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” he said in a deep growl. “I need you to fuck me.”

I caressed his hair and kissed him again. His hands explored my six-pack and thighs and slowly rubbed my cock.

“You need another taste, boy?”

“Oh god, yes, please!”

I sat on the bed and propped myself with pillows behind my back. Arms raised towards him, calling for him. He understood, embraced, and kissed me, holding my cheek with one hand and stroking my cock with the other.

“Breath it in, Nathaniel. I want you to make a mental map of my body with your nose. I want you to get so familiar with it that you will feel me in the room whenever I step in.”

He traveled all over my body, taking me all in. His touch sent shivers all over me.

“Taste my neck, boy.”

Nate came up and lustily licked it.

“Suck my nipple. Yeah, boy, like that, harder!”

As he explored me, I held his head in my hands, and I slowly started humping his belly, smearing precum over it.

I then raised my arm. “Lick my armpit, Nathaniel.”

He looked me in the eyes and breathed it in before licking it all over.

“Fuck… “ I moaned and took his head to kiss him again. This self-designed torture was taking a toll on me. “Hurry, boy. I need that pussy of yours.”

Nate traveled with his tongue down my stomach and legs. As he held them, he sniffed my junk and licked precum. Then he traveled down my calves to the feet and sniffed them like a puppy.

“Suck them, boy.” Nate took each into his hot mouth and licked and sucked, sometimes biting until all were soaked from his spit.

When he was satisfied, he sat on the bed. I was too riled up to stop myself. I jumped him, kissing and biting his lips.

“You are so fucking good, boy! This was what you wanted?”

“Yeah, but I need more, Rick, fuck, please just fuck me!” He growled deeply.

“I need to taste you first, boy.” With that, I made a faster version of his exploration, given how hard and leaking we both were.

I cherished his pits, nipples, and bellybutton, but when I came to his dick, he nearly didn’t breathe. Nate watched me as I, with a wicked grin, took his legs and put them on my shoulders, licked his pussy, and spit on it. My tongue then made out with his taint and launched on his throbbing cock, tasting it deep, sucking it until he cried out. Then I spread his hole with my fingers while still sucking him.

“I don’t know how much longer I can take it. Please, for fuck’s sake, just screw me already!”

I sat straight and looked him menacingly in the eyes. For a second, I’ve seen fear in them. I took a deep breath and abandoned my intention to pin him down and fuck him senselessly.

“Sit on my cock Nathaniel. If I take the lead now, I worry I will destroy you.”

I took his head into my hand and brought him to my lips. He sat on me and slowly impaled his hole in my dick. I held him with all my strength, biting his pecs.

“Fuck Nate, you’re so fucking tight.”

He hissed a little and had to raise and come back for couple more times until he sat proudly with my full-length inside.

I kissed him and realized he was tall like me. The strength of this man, his stiff bulging muscles embracing me, was a good change to my usual hookups. The way he was towering over me when he rode me turned me the fuck on. The contrast of his usual stone-cold face, I knew, with this wild, throaty moaning, swearing man with a crazed look and messy hair, drove me into override!

I grabbed his hips hard and started harsh pounding from below. He looked at me, fog over his eyes, rolling them upwards as I pounded him into oblivion for a couple of minutes when in three massive convulsions, he screamed, his cock erupted, and volleys of cum blasted on my face, hair, and chest. I was beyond sense when that spasm engulfed my throbbing dick, and uncontrollably shaking, I filled him with my cum!

I felt his body collapse on mine, and I embraced him and lay in dizzy darkness, cuddling him tightly. The thought of What now? It crossed my mind, but I was too exhausted to care right now.