Brother-in-Law

We sat in awkward silence for a moment until I picked up the remote and started the movie. I tried to concentrate on the movie and not on Shep and the tension that filled the room.

When the timer went off, I got the cookies from the oven and put them on a cooling rack and returned to the living room. Shep unpaused the movie and set the remote back down on the coffee table.

After a bit, I went back to the kitchen and checked on the cookies. They were still warm, but cool enough to eat. I put the cookies in a paper towel lined basket and returned to the living room. I sat back on the couch on the side next to the arm chair and I held out the cookies to Shep. He grabbed a couple of cookies and finally looked at me. He gave me a forced smile.

"I'm sorry, Shep," I said quietly.

"It's okay, Billy. Can we just go back to the way things were?"

"Yeah."

Shep took a bite of his cookie.

"Mm. Warm and chewy."

He looked at me and smiled. Some of the tension in the air evaporated. I smiled back at him and I grabbed a cookie and turned my attention back to the TV.

That night when I crawled into bed, I couldn't fall asleep. My dick was so hard it ached. I slid my underwear off and tossed them to the floor. I looked down at my crotch. My dick laid parallel to my belly. The shaft was smooth and slender, the skin stretched taught. The head was red and sticky. I ran my fingers up and down my shaft and a shudder ran up my spine.

I reached into my nightstand drawer and pulled out the small bottle of lube. I held my dick upright and poured a bit of the slippery liquid onto the head. I tossed the bottle back into the drawer and slid my hand down the shaft. I drew in a hiss as my hand moved over the crown and sent a wave of pleasure through my body.

I rubbed my left hand all over my chest and belly as I stroked up and down with my right. I closed my eyes and Shep immediately invaded my fantasies. He was in his boxers. His furry chest and belly beckoned for me to touch him. His lips beckoned me to kiss them. That bulge in his shorts...

"Oh god," I groaned. My body tightened and I exploded. Warm bursts of semen shot out of me and covered my chest and my stomach. I fell back into the bed and panted as I tried to catch my breath. My juices began to cool and thin and started to drip down my sides. I grabbed my briefs and wiped my hands and my body. I got a clean pair of underwear and slipped them on. I padded down the hallway to the bathroom. After I cleaned myself up and used the bathroom, I returned back to my room.

As I passed by the office, I could hear Shep's snoring through the closed door. I listened for a second, then continued to my room to go to bed.

* * *

The next couple mornings, Shep didn't come to breakfast. When we ate dinner, it was in silence. I was sure that I had ruined things between us. But then again, he started it.

Friday morning, Shep shuffled into the kitchen in his boxers. He looked slightly embarrassed and he finally looked me in the eye and gave me a little smile. He poured a cup of coffee and then sat down at the table and fixed a bowl of cereal for himself. I got up to get ready to go to work.

"Hey, Billy. Don't worry about dinner tonight."

I looked at him with a confused expression. "You sure?"

"I'm going out with the guys after work. We're gonna grab some beer and wings."

"Oh. Okay then."

I tried to disguise the hurt I was feeling, but maybe I wasn't successful.

Shep looked guilty when he said, "You can meet us there if you want."

I dismissed him with a wave of my hand. "Oh, no, that's okay. Have fun tonight. I'll just... whatever..."

I quickly grabbed my keys and my bag and headed to work. Work was crazy busy. By the time I got home, I was tired. I plopped down on the sofa and sighed. I got up and went to the kitchen to see what I could make for dinner. Since it was just me tonight, I decided to just heat up a frozen dinner.

As I sat in front of the TV eating my tasteless but overly salty meal, it hit me how lonely I was. Shep had been here almost two months now. I hated that he wasn't home and was out having a good time with his work buddies. I knew that I was being petty and jealous and I kicked myself for feeling the way I did, but I couldn't help it. I tossed the rest of my dinner into the garbage and sat on the couch and sulked.

By midnight, Shep still wasn't home. I left a lamp on in the living room for him and then headed to bed. I laid on my side and curled up into a ball and resisted the urge to cry myself to sleep.

I was startled awake when I heard the front door open. I squinted at the clock and saw that it was almost 2:00 AM. I listened to Shep stumble through the apartment and make his way to the bathroom. He knocked into something and cursed. After a bit, he stumbled to his makeshift bedroom and went to bed. It took me a while to fall back asleep, but I managed to get some rest.

I woke in the morning with a groan. I squinted at the clock and was surprised that I had slept in so late.

I grabbed my glasses and got up and walked out of my bedroom to go to the bathroom. The door to Shep's room was open and I couldn't help but peek. He was laying on his back on the futon, all sprawled out. His mouth hung open and he was snoring up a storm. His left arm and leg were slumped over the side of the bed. The sheet was bunched up around his legs, which were spread wide. I realized then that he was too tall for the futon. His legs hung over the edge.

He was only wearing a pair of thin boxer shorts. I could see the outline of his dick laying along his thigh. He looked like maybe he was partially hard. Either way, it looked big. I burned the sight of him into my brain, then backed away from the door.

After I took care of my bathroom needs, I went to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. After it was done brewing, I poured a mug and sat down at the table and quietly sipped it.

"Need coffee," Shep grumbled as he shuffled into the kitchen.

His dark blond hair was usually mussy, but today it stuck up all over the place. His eyes were nearly shut. He still had a red spot and a couple of lines on his face from where the pillow pressed into him. He looked adorable. I couldn't help but smile at him.

He poured a mug of coffee and slumped down in the chair next to me.

"Good morning, sunshine," I said with a smirk.

He just grunted.

I tried not to laugh. "You need some ibuprofen?"

He grunted again and nodded his head. I got up and grabbed the value-sized bottle of pain killers from the cabinet. He poured two of them into his hand, thought about it for a second, then added another. He then popped them into his mouth and chased them down with a swallow of his coffee.

"Can you drive me over to get my truck from the bar?" he asked as he scratched the side of his head.

"Sure. You want breakfast first? Or don't you have the stomach?"

"Yeah, I could eat."

I got up and pulled out some eggs and bacon. I fried up the bacon and fried the eggs over-easy, the way Shep preferred them. I dropped four slices of bread into the toaster.

I served Shep his breakfast and then sat down. He gave me a genuinely warm smile for the first time in about a week.

"Thanks, Billy. You been real good to me. I appreciate it."

I looked at him and shrugged, then quickly looked down at my plate and began eating.

I would do anything for Shep. My feelings for him had grown stronger over the past couple months. I tried to bury them inside me, but they keep creeping up. Especially when he was nice to me.

I could tell that his eyes were still on me and I tried to ignore it and kept my head down to my plate. He then salted and peppered his eggs and began eating.

I felt awkward and nervous, so I tried to make small talk. "So, what did you end up doing last night?"

"Well, we went to a sports bar. Mac bought us a round of beers and bought some wing platters."

"Mac? Is that your boss?"

"Yeah. He's a cool guy," he said after he chewed a bite of eggs. "You'd like him. He's queer. Married his boyfriend in Massachusetts or Vermont or something. A nerdy little guy. Comes by the shop a lot."

I frowned at his use of the word 'queer'. I knew he didn't mean any disrespect by it, but still...

He looked up at me and saw my facial expression and his cheeks reddened a bit. "Sorry. I didn't mean it like that..."

"I know. Just don't let him hear you call him that."

"I wouldn't do that. He's a good guy. A good boss. Anyway, after the sports bar, some of us went bar hopping." He cocked his head and looked like he was thinking hard as he joked, "I might have had a bit too much to drink."

I laughed. "Yeah, I figured that when I heard you come in."

"Sorry. I'm sure I was trying to be quiet."

I laughed again. "Yeah. I figured that, too."

Shep shrugged and laughed.

After we finished eating, Shep put the dishes in the dishwasher and we went and got dressed. He gave me directions to the sports bar and I pulled up next to his red pickup. He got in the truck and waved to me as he pulled out of the parking lot.

I decided to go grocery shopping. It would give me time to space out and not think about Shep as I pushed the cart up and down the aisle. Of course that didn't work, because every little thing I picked up I would think 'Shep likes this' or 'Shep doesn't like this' or 'Maybe I'll cook this for Shep'.

When I got home, Shep was in the living room, kicked out on the sofa in his boxers and a wife beater watching football on TV. He jumped up off the couch when he saw me and grabbed some of the bags out of my hand and helped me carry them to the kitchen.

"You should have told me you were going to the store," he said as he helped me put the groceries up. "I would have come with you."

I shrugged. "No big deal."

He pulled the receipt out of one of the bags. "Let me pay for half."

"You don't have to."

"You always say that. And you know that I'm not gonna let you do that. It's bad enough you let me live here for free."

He went and got his wallet and gave me enough money for just over half of the bill. I thanked him and put the money in my wallet

* * *

That night for dinner, I made spaghetti with Italian sausage. It was simple to make, but it was good. I also had garlic bread and a bagged caesar salad to go with it. Shep said he loved it and had two big servings. Afterward, he packed the leftovers into a plastic container to take to work for lunch. It made me feel really good that Shep was always so excited about bringing my leftover cooking to work.

After dinner, we relaxed on the sofa together. Shep kicked back and sipped on a beer.

"You're gonna make someone a good husband someday, Billy," he said.

"Yeah. Right."

"I'm serious. A guy would be lucky to have you. You know how to take care of a man. You keep a good house. You're a fantastic cook. And you're even kinda cute. As cute as your sister. Maybe even cuter."

He chuckled and nudged my shoulder with his. I looked over at him. What he said really touched me. Sure, it wasn't the most eloquent compliment I ever heard and he made me sound like a total girl, but it was heartfelt. My eyes started to sting and I blinked a few times and turned away from him.

His smiled melted. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

I didn't trust myself to talk, so I just nodded.

He put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. "You sure?"

He just sat there looking at me, waiting. I finally turned and looked at him. He watched me with such care and concern in his eyes. It had been a really long time since I felt a connection with someone and it killed me that I couldn't have him. I wanted so much to tell him that he was the lucky guy that I wanted to love and take care of. Even though I was sitting with Shep and he had his hand on my shoulder, I felt lonely. I was in love with Shep and even though he was here with me, I never felt more alone that I did right now.

A tear fell from my eye. He reached up and swiped it away with his thumb. He didn't move his hand from my cheek. I closed my eyes and leaned into his hand. It was hard and rough, but so warm on my skin. I felt him shift in his seat as he moved closer. My heart pounded in my ears. I had to be imagining this. Was I asleep? Was I dreaming?

I felt his warm breath on my face and then his lips brushed against mine. They were soft and warm. My mind went totally blank. I let out a little whimper and pressed my lips back against his.

Shep pushed me onto my back and cradled my head with his arms. He kissed me slow and deep. He opened his mouth and his tongue slid between my lips. He ran it across my tongue and then explored every inch of my mouth. His mouth tasted of the beer he was drinking. I couldn't get enough of it.

I returned Shep's deep kiss with equal passion. His body was big and wide and covered mine completely in a way that no one else had ever before. I brought my hands up around his back and slid them under his wife beater. I felt the patch of hair at the base of his spine and I rubbed it for a bit, then slid up his back. As we kissed, I could feel his dick growing in his boxer shorts and pressing into my hip. He might have been a bastard, but he certainly wasn't 'limp-dicked'. All I know is that I was harder than I had been in so long and I knew he had to feel it through my jeans.

His goatee tickled my neck as he kissed down past my adam's apple and to the hollow. He ran his tongue over to the left side and began sucking on my neck. I opened my mouth and gasped. I pulled my left hand from under his shirt and gripped the back of his head, curling my fingers into his thick hair. I arched my back up to him and I shuddered.

"Shep..." I moaned. "Please..."

Shep's arms moved around me. He rolled us onto our sides so that we were facing each other. His leg moved in between mine and he leaned in and kissed me again. His large hand moved up under my t-shirt and his thick, calloused fingers rubbed up the bare skin of my back. I trembled in his arms from his touch and his kisses. I pushed my hands up under his tank and raked my hands through the thick pelt of hair on his chest. His pecs were hard and his belly was a little soft.

He was grinding his hips in little circles and I rubbed back. I let my right hand slide down. I gasped when I came into contact with the hot flesh jutting out of the fly of his boxers. I wrapped my fingers around the thick column and Shep moaned loudly. "Oh, fuck..."

I looked down between our bodies. Shep's cock was swollen and purple. The shaft was very thick and about seven and half inches in length. It felt heavy in my hand and it had a slight curve upwards towards his belly. His dark bush was untrimmed. I slid my hand down and gently pulled back his foreskin and uncovered the angry looking head.

As I squeezed it, a drop of pearly liquid oozed out of the slit. I ran my thumb over it, then brought it to my mouth and licked it clean. Shep let out a little grunt as he watched me.

I slid my way down Shep's body. I tugged at his boxers and he hesitated, but then lifted up. I slid them off and dropped them onto the floor.

"Billy... maybe we shouldn't..."

Before he could stop me, I moved so that I was kneeling on the floor. I bent down over his crotch and took him into my mouth. I slid down the length of Shep's cock until my nose was buried in his bush.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned as he slumped back onto the sofa.

I was going to give Shep the best blowjob he ever had. He would never forget it. I would ruin all other mouths for him. When I was done, he would never want another. I sucked hard as I pulled back up. I swirled my tongue around the head, tickling the sensitive spot underneath where his foreskin connected. Shep groaned and brought his hand up to my head. His fingers pushed through my hair to my head and he pushed down as he bucked his hips up.

"Oh my fucking God. Suck it, Billy. Suck my cock!"

Shep's body shuddered and he groaned loudly. His head tossed back and forth. His hand roughly pushed my head up and down his cock, while the other maintained a death grip on the sofa. My nose kept hitting Shep's pubic bone over and over as he fucked my face. I cupped his balls with one hand and rested the other on his furry stomach.

"Feels so good... Don't fucking stop... Oh, shit, I'm gonna come!"

Shep gripped my hair tight and grunted loudly. My mouth was filled with a burst of hot liquid. Before I could react, another pulse even larger than the first had my mouth overflowing. My body contracted and my dick throbbed and I began shooting my own load into my underwear while Shep's cock kept pulsing and throbbing. I swallowed down what I could, only to have my mouth filled again and again.

Shep's chest heaved up and down and his body shuddered as he came down from the high of his intense orgasm.

I cleaned Shep up with my tongue and gave him a couple of final strokes. His hooded prick lay limp and sated, still long and thick, against his thigh. I sat back on my heels and looked at Shep. He had tossed his arm over his eyes and he pulled it away and looked over at me.

"Christ, Billy. Where'd you learn to suck cock like that? God damn. You about gave me a fucking heart attack."

He started to laugh and I let out a breath in relief. He suddenly looked nervous and his eyes darted away from mine. He cleared his throat. "Do you need... um... I don't know if I'm ready to, you know, return the favor...."

I blushed beet red. "I came when you did."

He sat up on his elbows and looked down at my crotch. "Really?"

"Yeah. I, uh, come easy when I'm really turned on."

A smug grin slid across Shep's face. "Really turned on, huh?"

"Shut up," I muttered in embarrassment as I moved to sit on the couch. Shep moved his legs away to make room for me.

"I never heard of a guy coming without, you know, at least a hand or something."

I shrugged. "It's happened a few times to me. So... Are you okay with what just happened?"

"I'm trying not to completely freak out on you. But inside... Yeah I'm a bit..." Shep sat up and grabbed his boxers and pulled them on. "I just need a little bit of time to think, okay, Billy?"

"Yeah. Sure, Shep. I just... I don't want this to ruin our friendship."

Shep nodded once and then walked out. When I heard the office door shut, I slumped back on the sofa. I pushed my glasses up with my finger and let out a sigh.

What the fuck did I just do?

* * *

I was disappointed when I went to bed that night. Shep hadn't come out of his room. I thought maybe he was upset with me, but when I walked by the office, I heard his snoring loud and clear.

I wore him out. That's what I told myself as I crawled into bed. It's not because he hates me.

I tossed and turned all night long. I kept glancing at the clock, checking the time.

I must have eventually fallen asleep because the next thing I knew I was awoken by the mattress sagging and the whisper of my name. "Billy..."

"Wha-?"

I turned over to find Shep crawling into bed with me.

My voice quivered when I questioned him. "Shep? What are you--"

"Shh. No thinking... Too much thinking..."

Shep pushed me onto my back and kissed me. I brought my hands up to him and kissed him back.

He moved on top of me, bringing more of his body weight onto me. I spread my legs and he moved on top of me and settled between my legs. I felt the heat and rigidness of his hard cock through his boxer shorts. I arched my body up, trying to get more contact with his.

Shep's mouth nibbled and sucked at the base of my neck. I knew that I would have a dark red mark there. Shep's mark. I shuddered at the thought. I reached between our bodies and pushed my hand under the waistband of Shep's shorts. I fisted the length of his thick shaft. It rapidly hardened to full bone.