I was quiet a moment. It’s one thing to realize you’re gay, another to start telling people about it. I’d had naked men in my bed before...just never one I wasn’t allowed to touch. “What if I am?” I asked him in return. “Would that bother you?”

“If it did, why would I be naked in your bed?” Barry returned. “And why would I be doing this?” And his hand, which had been circling lazily on my chest, slid deliberately down my midline toward my basket.

I had a full-on boner by the time it got there. Barry said, “Yeah, there it is.” And he began to worm his hand into my briefs.

“But...but what about Amy?”

“When I proposed to Amy, I told her she was the only girl for me.” Barry said as his hand found its way inside and began to slowly creep over my dong like a huge amoeba. “And I meant that.” And the amoeba, fully over my prong, closed about it. “But you’re not a girl.”

“Yeah?” I said. Well, moaned.

“Yeah.” Barry said. “So you’re still fair game.”

“I am?” I gasped. Oh, God, his hand was a magic stroke machine! I fought my briefs down off from around those wonderfully talented fingers, gave him stroking room. “But...what about when you’re married?”

“We’ll have to be careful.” Barry agreed. “Sort of why I’m hoping it can be you and me. You right here in the house and related by marriage and all.”

“Oh, Jeez!” I moaned. Barry had some very open ideas about marriage, that was for sure! “Barry...I don’t know about this!”

“I’m not asking you to marry me, too!” Barry said. “We’ll try it and see how it works out. Okay?”

With those fingers on my cock and Barry still unrelated to me, I surrendered to my dark side. “Okay.” I said. “I guess. For now.”

“Good!” And Barry’s head followed his hand down my body and he squirmed around in bed.

Realizing his plan, I scooted down with him and soon we were face-to-crotch and that marvelous banana of his was dangling in my face while my own organ was plunged into a warm darkness filled with a slippery snake of a tongue that slithered around my shaft and sensually slid itself up and down and across. I was ready to cream my load right then and there!

But his dong distracted me, it deserved my undivided attention, and I opened my mouth and levered it into me, closed around it.

“Oooohhh!” Barry groaned, lifting his head up off my shaft to croon that bit of joy. “Oh, yeah, like that, Eric, like that!”

I hadn’t done anything yet! I began to wiggle my head up and down, the best I could do with Barry right on top of me, and that earned me more moans from my sister’s boyfriend on top of me. God, my sister had landed such a hot stud! I’d heard those groans of his while they made out on the couch, and I was sure that they were lovers at least now and then (and probably while on this weekend trip), but tonight, he was mine, those moans were for me, for me!

I hunched up at Barry more aggressively, ramming my nose into his balls in the process, and he went over onto his side, and I followed him over, now we were both twisted on the bed, lower halves on our back and our heads and upper shoulders over each other, and now Barry and I could nurse each other unimpeded. God, this man was talented. I wasn’t his first male lover by a long shot, nobody sucks cock as good as he does without a lot of practice. I wasn’t as good as he was, my own lovers could be counted on my hand with fingers left over (none of your business how many), but I managed to keep wringing those marvelous musical notes from him. I figured this was what we’d do the entire way through. Two guys sucking each other, not such a big deal in some people’s books. Just one step up from the grab-dick everyone does when younger.

But Barry paused and said, “You getting close, Eric?”

“Yeah.” I groaned. I’d been close for some time here, only my own desire to prolong this had let me hold my passion at bay. “I can come anytime you’re ready.”

“Well, hang on a bit longer and I’ll let you have a good one.” Barry said. He shifted away from me and I lay on my back and watched as Barry’s clean, white, lithe form maneuvered over and onto my lap. I felt his hand grasp me just long enough to guide my cock (experienced, indeed!) into his sphincter. I felt it like a hot ring around my glans, and then it was closing about me as my prong delved deeper and deeper into his pert, slim buttocks and that magnificent hot place in between.

Barry grinned down at me, that same wonderful smile I spent so many jokes to earn from him, and he said, “Now, I’m going to start riding you. Whenever you’re ready, you go ahead and blow, just let me know you’re doing it, all right?”

“Okay!” I gasped.

Barry began to rock upon me and I found his asshole clutching me as he did so. I don’t mean it was there, I mean it was actively grabbing at me! I’d never felt a man with this much control down there, the most that most guys can manage is to relax enough to let you fuck him. Barry was doing more than that, he had the ability to work my dong with his butt muscles. And I was helpless under that attack.

“Oh, oh, God!” I gasped. “Barry! I’m! I’m! Going! To! To! Come!”

And when I said that, Barry shifted into overdrive, I felt his ass absolutely rippling on me, he didn’t do it for very long, a few seconds and then he stopped entirely, but that was enough to make me writhe in an overheated climax and I let out a howl enough to wake the entire house and I creamed up inside of him!

Barry had went down onto his hands on either side of me, and his face only a foot or so above me, and when I shot my load, he looked at me, his face softened into doll-like brilliance and sweat beaded and dripped off that narrow, straight nose and as it did, he let out a soft sighing sound unlike his usual exuberance, and when he did, his cock sprayed my stomach with a hot flood of his jizz. Me still pelting up inside him, all active and wild under him, and Barry smooth and lost in his quiet rapture above me and somehow that was very, very right.

Barry finished and sagged down onto me, I felt my jism squishing between our bodies.

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