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Because the three of us grew up together, my best friend's older brother could rarely shock me with his bluntness. Joe and I nicknamed him Abe even though his real name was Christopher. He hated it at first, but after we explained it referred to Honest Abe, he grew to like it. Joe and I were the only ones he allowed to call him Abe.
Abe and I had a special bond from an early age. I was one of a very few people he would turn to when he was spinning out. The list was short: Doctor Simpson, Nurse Kelly, Nurse Jenny, Joe, their parents, and me. Because Joe and I were such good friends, and because Abe trusted me, I spent a lot of time at their house growing up.
The first time Abe surprised me was when he was 12 and he announced at dinner that he was gay. I was only nine, but I knew that was a big thing to say. The last time Abe surprised me was three years ago, also at dinner. Abe announced he wanted to go to the gym with Joe and me. New experiences were not really Abe's thing. He usually only did them if there was a clear path to something he really wanted. When we asked him why, he said it was because he knew I liked athletic men, and he wanted me to like him. That was a little awkward for me, but we decided the benefit of him getting some exercise was worth the effort.
It took a while to actually make it to the gym, and even longer before he would use the equipment. For the last year, though, he has been able to make it to the gym with Joe or me about three times a week and do some actual exercise. A gym visit was a lot longer with Abe, so we took turns.
I had learned to always wear a hoody when I was with Abe. If he started to spin out, I could pull it over his head and hold him. He also told me he liked the way I smelled and it helped him relax. Abe and I were walking home from the gym when it started to rain. Abe didn't like rain much, so he curled up under my hood when it started. That's when he told me he wanted me to fuck him.
"That's a big step," I said calmly. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather start out getting a blow job or something?"
"I'm not putting my penis in someone's mouth where it can be bitten off, or in their anus. That's dirty and gross. Besides, Joe said you like to put your penis in men's butts." Abe said that a little louder than I would have liked. Subtlety was something he didn't really understand.
"You should not do something like this because you think I like it. You should do it because you think you would like it," I tried to calmly reason with him. Logic and reason was the only way to make him reconsider something.
"I am gay and I want to have sex. You know I'm retarded, and I need someone who understands that it won't be simple with me," Abe said.
"You're not retarded," I chuckled. Sometimes it is hard to remember Abe really has no sense of humor. "You're smarter than most of the people I know."
"I didn't mean mentally retarded," he scolded me. "I mean sexually. I'm 25 years old. You were fucking Joe when you two were 15."
"You knew about that?" I asked, genuinely surprised.
"You two did not do a very good job of hiding it," he explained. "I don't think mom and dad know, but you didn't fool me."
I hadn't fucked Joe in years. He was straight, and when he started dating girls and I dated guys, we did it far less. We fucked for the last time before he left for college, four years ago. It still seemed like a strange idea to fuck Abe, Joe's brother.
"I think we hurt his feelings when he found out you and I were doing it," Joe said when I asked him what I should do. "Abe and you are both gay, yet you and I were the ones fucking. I hadn't thought about it before. Sometimes it's hard to remember he has feelings. He just doesn't really know how to express them."
I hadn't thought about it before, either, but I did now, and it upset me that I could have hurt him. "So what should I do?" I asked Joe.
"You should do what you want," Joe advised. "If you want to have sex with him, do it. You understand it won't be easy with him. He trusts you more than anybody, though, even me. To be honest, I'd love it if you two got together. Can you imagine him trying to pick up someone he doesn't know?"
"No. No, I can't. That would be catastrophic," I laughed.
"I know, right?" Joe laughed, too. "Seriously, though, you already know his limitations and his idiosyncrasies, so you know what you'd be getting into. I should warn you, though, he's had a crush on you for a long time. There were times mom or dad could only get him to do things by telling him you would be disappointed if he didn't. Remember, though, if you do this, it won't be a one night stand. If he was a girl, he'd already be naming your kids. Beside that, your cock is magical. It hurts like hell to take it, but I've never been happier getting fucked."
"I thought you are straight. Who else fucked you?" I asked, surprised.
"Dude, I am straight. But when I was in college I thought maybe I wasn't. I really like your cock and your cum. I never liked it with anyone else. In fact, I hated it. That's how I knew I was straight."
"Don't you think looking at pictures of naked women when you jack off is the real clue there?" I asked.
"You don't do that?" Joe asked in mock surprise. "You homos are strange. Speaking of strange homos, go fuck my brother. You two have loved each other practically your entire lives. He'll do anything for you, and I trust you with him."
Three months later, Abe is just getting comfortable undressing in front of me. Yesterday he kissed my cock for the first time. We will get to fucking, but if it is going to work, it has to begin on his terms.
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"I want you to fuck me."
Because the three of us grew up together, my best friend's older brother could rarely shock me with his bluntness. Joe and I nicknamed him Abe even though his real name was Christopher. He hated it at first, but after we explained it referred to Honest Abe, he grew to like it. Joe and I were the only ones he allowed to call him Abe.
Abe and I had a special bond from an early age. I was one of a very few people he would turn to when he was spinning out. The list was short: Doctor Simpson, Nurse Kelly, Nurse Jenny, Joe, their parents, and me. Because Joe and I were such good friends, and because Abe trusted me, I spent a lot of time at their house growing up.
The first time Abe surprised me was when he was 12 and he announced at dinner that he was gay. I was only nine, but I knew that was a big thing to say. The last time Abe surprised me was three years ago, also at dinner. Abe announced he wanted to go to the gym with Joe and me. New experiences were not really Abe's thing. He usually only did them if there was a clear path to something he really wanted. When we asked him why, he said it was because he knew I liked athletic men, and he wanted me to like him. That was a little awkward for me, but we decided the benefit of him getting some exercise was worth the effort.
It took a while to actually make it to the gym, and even longer before he would use the equipment. For the last year, though, he has been able to make it to the gym with Joe or me about three times a week and do some actual exercise. A gym visit was a lot longer with Abe, so we took turns.
I had learned to always wear a hoody when I was with Abe. If he started to spin out, I could pull it over his head and hold him. He also told me he liked the way I smelled and it helped him relax. Abe and I were walking home from the gym when it started to rain. Abe didn't like rain much, so he curled up under my hood when it started. That's when he told me he wanted me to fuck him.
"That's a big step," I said calmly. "Are you sure you wouldn't rather start out getting a blow job or something?"
"I'm not putting my penis in someone's mouth where it can be bitten off, or in their anus. That's dirty and gross. Besides, Joe said you like to put your penis in men's butts." Abe said that a little louder than I would have liked. Subtlety was something he didn't really understand.
"You should not do something like this because you think I like it. You should do it because you think you would like it," I tried to calmly reason with him. Logic and reason was the only way to make him reconsider something.
"I am gay and I want to have sex. You know I'm retarded, and I need someone who understands that it won't be simple with me," Abe said.
"You're not retarded," I chuckled. Sometimes it is hard to remember Abe really has no sense of humor. "You're smarter than most of the people I know."
"I didn't mean mentally retarded," he scolded me. "I mean sexually. I'm 25 years old. You were fucking Joe when you two were 15."
"You knew about that?" I asked, genuinely surprised.
"You two did not do a very good job of hiding it," he explained. "I don't think mom and dad know, but you didn't fool me."
I hadn't fucked Joe in years. He was straight, and when he started dating girls and I dated guys, we did it far less. We fucked for the last time before he left for college, four years ago. It still seemed like a strange idea to fuck Abe, Joe's brother.
"I think we hurt his feelings when he found out you and I were doing it," Joe said when I asked him what I should do. "Abe and you are both gay, yet you and I were the ones fucking. I hadn't thought about it before. Sometimes it's hard to remember he has feelings. He just doesn't really know how to express them."
I hadn't thought about it before, either, but I did now, and it upset me that I could have hurt him. "So what should I do?" I asked Joe.
"You should do what you want," Joe advised. "If you want to have sex with him, do it. You understand it won't be easy with him. He trusts you more than anybody, though, even me. To be honest, I'd love it if you two got together. Can you imagine him trying to pick up someone he doesn't know?"
"No. No, I can't. That would be catastrophic," I laughed.
"I know, right?" Joe laughed, too. "Seriously, though, you already know his limitations and his idiosyncrasies, so you know what you'd be getting into. I should warn you, though, he's had a crush on you for a long time. There were times mom or dad could only get him to do things by telling him you would be disappointed if he didn't. Remember, though, if you do this, it won't be a one night stand. If he was a girl, he'd already be naming your kids. Beside that, your cock is magical. It hurts like hell to take it, but I've never been happier getting fucked."
"I thought you are straight. Who else fucked you?" I asked, surprised.
"Dude, I am straight. But when I was in college I thought maybe I wasn't. I really like your cock and your cum. I never liked it with anyone else. In fact, I hated it. That's how I knew I was straight."
"Don't you think looking at pictures of naked women when you jack off is the real clue there?" I asked.
"You don't do that?" Joe asked in mock surprise. "You homos are strange. Speaking of strange homos, go fuck my brother. You two have loved each other practically your entire lives. He'll do anything for you, and I trust you with him."
Three months later, Abe is just getting comfortable undressing in front of me. Yesterday he kissed my cock for the first time. We will get to fucking, but if it is going to work, it has to begin on his terms.
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