**This is an old story that I once published on another site. Figured I'd share it here. This story contains themes of incest, infidelity, family secrets, and more. Reader Discretion is advised. ENJOY!**
CHAPTER 1: BROTHER'S HURRICANE
It was a warm August day in Boston. I was jogging through the Boston Common, minding my own business. I wasn't looking for anything or anyone. However, the second he ran by me, I had to turn my head and let my eyes follow him. He was medium height and stocky.
He was wearing a pair of Hoochie Daddy shorts. They fitted him nice and tight. His thighs were thick, and his legs had specks of dark hair on them. He was shirtless, and his chest and abs were nicely developed. He had a dark trail of hair going from his belly button and down into his shorts.
His nipples were small and pink, his eyes were deep green, and his dark hair was buzzed low. He had thick eyebrows and a round, pale face. He had no facial hair but semi-full pink lips. As he ran, I could see his cock swinging in his shorts.
We made eye contact as he ran past one another. Our eyes lingered, and my head turned. I watched him run, and he had such a fat round ass. It bounced like a basketball on the court. He turned and looked back at me. I was staring hard.
I was so lost in watching him that I failed to hear the cyclist. The next thing I knew, I was on my back. I had been hit by a dirt bike. The hot guy ran over and checked us both out. The cyclist was pissed, of course. The guy was sweet and introduced himself as Ryan Young. He was 20 years old and was about to start his first year at MIT. I introduced myself as Marcus Brown. I'm in my second year at MIT.
"Well, Marcus, you really should be paying more attention to where you're going," he said playfully, with a thick Midwestern accent.
I laughed, "If only people would wear appropriate clothing outside."
He licked his lips, "Makes it easier for people to determine if they want what's underneath."
"And if they know they want it...then what," I asked.
He stared into my eyes, "They take my hand and lead me out the park and go fuck my brains out,"
The outside world quickly vanished. It was just him and I. We lost ourselves in each other's eyes. My dick throbbed in my underwear. There was this quietness that I found in his eyes. It drew me in. He felt it as well. I could tell by the way he looked into my eyes. He was searching my world, looking for peace and safety. This was bound to be more than a casual hook-up. This was going to be magic.
The second we entered my apartment, we began making out. Our lips attacked one another. We gave each other soft kisses. Before I knew it, we were shirtless. I ran my hand down his smooth back. My fingers ran across the front of his shorts. His cock felt thick I couldn't wait to get my hands on it.
I lowered his shorts, and his cock sprung free. He was fully erect. His cock was about 8 1/2 inches of cut meat. It was thick and surrounded by a bush of dark hairs. I continued to kiss him as I slowly stroked his member. I could feel his heartbeat in his cock. I could take his pulse with the way the blood was pumping and flowing into his member.
He pulled my shorts down and ran a finger across my tight hole. He made my body shiver just a little bit. His finger pressed against my entrance without penetrating me. He just teased me over and over again. It felt so good. We barely knew each other, but he already knew just where to touch me and make me squirm.
I bent down and took his cock into my mouth. I was hit with a musky, manly scent.
His cock tasted like the great outdoors. He moaned, and I took him deeper into my mouth. He ran his fingers through my low-cut, faded hair. His flavor exploded in my mouth. I could taste all the flavors of his rainbow.
He slapped his thick cock on the side of my face. I stood up, and we kissed once more. His tongue entered my mouth and rolled around with mine. Then he got down on his knees and took my throbbing erection into his mouth. I let out a soft whimper. His sweet mouth looked good with my dark chocolate cock in it. Like a chocolate bar, I melted in his mouth.
He kissed the head of my cock several times before taking the head and shaft down his throat. He worked my cock with both his mouth and hand at the same time. He choked on my cock repeatedly, and it felt amazing. I ran my fingers through his dark hair as he continued to nurse my swollen member.
"Oh fuck. That feels so good, Ryan," I moaned.
My cock felt like it grew longer in his mouth. That's just how good his oral skills were. He teased my dick and loved it with his mouth. The entire time he kept stroking his cock as he serviced mine. He deep-throated me, and I nearly passed out. His skills were good. No, they were better than good. They were perfect.
I dropped to my knees and took his pretty white cock back into my mouth. I grabbed hold of his fat round balls and massaged them as I moved my lips and tongue around his dick. I forced every inch of his thickness down my throat. I wanted to gag and choke all over his cock. His dick deserved to be worshipped.
"Fuck yea. Suck me just like that," he groaned. "Your mouth is amazing."
I planted kisses on the head of his cock and then licked the shaft. I licked the underside of his cock and then licked his taint. His legs shook a little. I took his dick deep into my mouth. My jaw puffed out, and I held his cock there as I coated it with my saliva.
"Oh my God," he moaned.
I laid back on the edge of the bed and lifted my legs. He admired my tight hole with this lustful gaze. Saliva dripped from his mouth. That passion in his eyes made my dick harder. I made my rosebud wink at him. He smiled like a man drunk with desire. His cock started to change colors. The head of his gland turned bright red, and the shaft began to change color as well.
