My stepbrother Grant was not my favorite person. Our parents hadn’t married until we were both seniors in High School, and we tended to be competitive. When we went to the University, we were forced to stay in the same apartment. Our blended parents reasoned that there was no point in paying for 2 separate places.
He started in almost immediately, naked in front of me at every opportunity. I didn’t know if he was really sure I was Gay, but he seemed to be daring me to do something. It was a game of chicken, with my giving in to my lust on one side and his teasing me on the other. He would get up and shower and put on his shirt, then brush his teeth, or sit on the couch in an open robe, things like that.
We were actually having a good time one night, drinking and smoking a little weed. It was summer, and so hot we were just sitting in the kitchen in athletic shorts, doing shots. I looked him dead in the eye. “Dude, what is it with you waving your ass in my face all the time? You think I’m going to just go for it because you show it off?”
HIs voice was heavy with whisky: “No, man. I was just trying to get you to fuck. I thought about making a pass, but I was afraid you’d reject me.” I listened incredulously, and very slowly our hands were on each others legs, thighs, crotches. I touched his muscled chest and ran my fingers over his nipples and into his armpits. I kissed his mouth until he kissed back. His hands were on my back, running down the back of my shorts. His fingers teased my moist, tight hole.
His skill at touching another man overwhelmed me. After that, Grant and I were very close, bonded for life. You can see a man, even naked, a million times and never really understand what’s in front of you.
This is smokin’ hot. Also, I love how the jock in this photo is standing on the balls of his feet to show off that ass better.
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