My girlfriends brother (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 6

I was left speechless as my back hit the door and Tristan was pressed up against me, his hands either side of my head so there was no where I could go, he was inches away from my face, if I was to even push forward a little I would be fully pressed against him with my lips connected to his. What in God's name is he playing at, and why don't I want him to stop.

I wanted to push him away, I placed my hands flat on his chest, my eyes never leaving his and no matter how badly I want to be able to push against him, nothing was happening, my body couldn't process my thoughts and honestly at this point neither could I. A part of me wanted him of me, I wanted to push him away and scream 'what the fuck is happening' as loud as I could but another part of me wanted to grip his top and pull him into me so our lips met. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have my fingers tangled in his hair as our body pressed against each other and our mouths fought for dominance, However neither happened. I just kind of stood there, my lips slightly parted staring between his lips and his eyes.

His lips were slowly pulling up into smirk as he leaned in, inch by inch, until our lips were basically touching. He slowly dragged his tongue along his bottom lip, gently grazing mine as he did so, and in that moment all of my energy went on distracting myself from the aching I could feel forming in my groin.My hands gently dragged up the remainder of his chest, resting on his shoulders.

My mind was screaming, chest beating faster than I think it ever had and I was so acutely aware of everything going on around,
Me, even the smallest bit of contact had me gasping and there was nothing I wanted more than to kiss him.

This was it, he was going to kiss me and there was nothing I could do about it, even if I wanted to I was stuck like this, my body only responding to him and just as I thought he was going to connect his perfectly plumped lips with mine he moved to the right and planted a kiss on my cheek. I closed my eyes letting out a frustrated but relieved sigh and I know he recognised it perfectly as his lips started planting butterfly kisses down my cheek and along my jaw, making his way up to my ear before stopping right next to it, his breath heavy blocking out all other senses "what's the matter pretty boy? Ran out of things to say" his voice was no more than a whisper and I could hear the smirk that was clearly plastered on his lips, however his voice was low and husky and it made me want to grown with want.

My heart now beating so fast I swore it was beating out of my chest and there was no doubt in my mind that he could feel it pounding through my chest and against his, my hands and knees feeling weak, I was locked in where I was pressed, no where for me to run to but yet again, I didn't want to anyway.

My breath hitched as he started nibbling and sucking on my neck.  My head fell to the side slightly giving him more room, my breathing heavy and unsteady, I had to grip on to the shirt sitting effortlessly on his shoulders to steady myself and I pushed back against the door.

My heart beat seemed to move down towards my throbbing cock and without even looking i knew I was rock hard, my pants become to tight I felt like I was being suffocated. I jumped slightly as he bit gently against the skin of my neck and as I moved I noticed I had been grinding against his leg, my throbbing member twitching in my pants as I pulled my groin away from him, trying desperately to disgust myself enough to settle down the eruption needing to explode, I went through it all, I thought about, my mom and my dad having sex, I thought about my grandma and dead puppies and just as I thought I was starting to get somewhere, I felt Tristan's hand drop down, resting on my belt buckle, pulling slightly on my pants causing the friction I wanted so badly, I naturally flinched slightly and ended up pushing up towards him and even though my eyes were closed and my head was thrown as far back as it could be, pressed fully against the door I knew how red I was, and I knew how big his smirk was while he kept kissing my kneck, pulling at my pants.

My hands dragging along his shoulders and up his neck, tangling my fingers into his hair as his hand dropped slightly, rubbing my aching bulge through my pants, I gasped at the contact, grinding into his hand, letting out quiet whimpers. I bit my lip trying to contain my moans and I was succeeding until his thumb started rubbing circling over my tip and I felt a long deep moan escape my lips, quiet enough that it couldn't be heard from any other room but loud enough I knew he heard it.

After about 5 minutes or so if us being pressed against each other against the door, and his hand gently rubbing my member through my pants I could feel the build up in my stomach and knew i wouldn't last much longer, still trying to stifle back my moans " T-Tristan St'op, I'm... im go-gonna cum" it was no more than a faint cry of words but I knew he heard me as his hand gestures got quicker and he started pushing against my buldge a lot harder, the change of pressure and speed making a moan escape my lips, I couldn't help but grind against him, and in that same moment I let go, my release crashing through my body, a long husky moan rolling out of my mouth as I felt my boxers start to soak up the creamy whiteness that shot out of my tip, if Tristan wasn't pressed so closed to me I would be on my knees from how weak I was, my breathing more like a pant and uneven, Tristans hand never left my groin, even after the load I just let off in my pants, his thumb still circling my tip, I was a quivering, stuttering mess.

I felt his fingers switch task as my belt fell open and my button was released. My breath hitched as he leaned up looking at me, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly pulled down the zip and his hand fell into my boxers, his bare hand pressed against my member which was already covered in my cum, a low moan fell from my lips as he dragged a finger up my slit, collecting as much of the mess I had made as he could, in the back of the world I heard a car engine pulling onto the drive and what I could recognise as Claire's music muffled but I couldn't move, I was frozen and Tristan didn't seem even the slightest bit dazed, his hand left my pants causing a groan from me before I was quickly silenced by the imagine of Him sucking his fingers, licking up my cum and swallowing it all.

He finally stepped back, walking towards the living room, shooting me his legendary smirk before turning the corner, I quickly realised what was happening as I heard a car door close and footsteps leading towards the other side of the door that I was still pressed too, without a second thought I darted to the toilet, no less than 10 steps away from me and swiftly shut and locked the door behind me, I heard the front door open and close again as Claire's keys were dropped onto the table.

I quickly got a tissue and wiped up as much of the remaining mess as I could before re adjusting and buckling back up my pants. I held myself up by resting my hands on the sink, before switching on the fosset and washing my hands. What the actually fuck just happened? I just got a hand job from my girlfriends brother. I'm not gay. I'm not, am I? I mean, getting a handjob from a sexy hunk of a man isn't gay right? Weird maybe, sexy definitely but not gay...

I could hear the muffled words and laughter from Tristan and Claire in the living room and suddenly the pit in my stomach dropped deeper and I had no idea what to do or say, I would have forgotten how to breath in that moment if it wasn't natural. What did I just do... I'm gonna have to tell Claire.. I'm gonna have to avoid Tristan, I'm stuck here for the night... the whole night. With Tristan. Claire, I mean Claire, I'm here with Claire. I took a deep breath before walking towards the door. I've got this, it'll be fine, just play it cool, pretend nothing even happened, it okay.... right?..