1. Deryk: Be Careful What You Wish For......


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Domination/submission, Extreme, Gay, Incest, Monster, Oral Sex, Rape, Violence, Author: Bulge Voyeur, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    guest.” It’s just one of those expressions but I immediately realized that I had effectively offered him a drink, because he then said, “Thanks. I’ll have a Tuborg lager.” But then he added, “But let me get these, as it’s a special occasion.” Slightly puzzled, I turned on my stool to get a better look at him. He was in his late 20’s and medium build; although he was sitting down by now, I guessed he was about my height, maybe a bit taller. He had wavy black hair, cut in an old-fashioned college style with a parting and it seemed to flop forward over his forehead, rather boyishly. He had luxuriantly strokable eye-brows and deep-set “come-to-bed” eyes, which were a rich dark blue. His face was ever-so-slightly craggy but otherwise his skin was smooth and had a natural tanned look. He had also carefully cultivated a “shadow-beard”, like a 5 o’clock shadow but very dark, very short and very shaped. It made him look like a rather sexy lothario. As he settled on the bar-stool, his dark blue jeans stretched tightly over his thighs and, glancing down, my eyes traced the stitched seam of the V-shape between them, to his round and well-packed crotch. I noticed that two buttons of his flies were fashionably undone and through the little gap, I caught a tantalizing glimpse of white. My heart raced. Quickly raising my gaze, I asked, “So, what’s the special occasion?” He took a swig of his lager and put the bottle down. “A reunion of course!” he replied, smiling softly at me. He had a ...
    lovely crooked smile. “I’ve been watching you walk past outside and wondered when you would come in. It’s been a long time, Mark. It’s nice to see you.” He obviously knew my name and I had the strangest sensation that I knew him; even that I had once had some feelings for him but I couldn’t quite place him. And because I couldn’t remember him, I was slightly embarrassed and uncomfortable. I apologised, “I’m sorry but you seem to have the advantage over me. Where did we meet?” He turned and looked deep into my eyes. “Actually, it’s more a case of when,” he said cryptically. Somehow, those beautiful deep blue eyes seemed to melt-away the embarrassment within me and I just gazed back at him, still confused. “I’d have thought, after all the escapades we had years ago, you’d remember me,” he said, taking another swig from his beer nonchalantly. Still gazing deep into my eyes, he raised his eyebrows, as if in expectation of something. “I’m hurt!” he finally said, “Do you really not remember me?” Then, as I still sat there with a blank but puzzled look on my face, he smiled and said, “I’m Deryk. I’m your brother.” As his words hit me the ghosts of my childhood came howling into the forefront of my brain; the hairs on the back of my neck shot up and I went hot and cold all over. “What!” was all I could utter. Then, as I tried to gather my wits, I added, “Come on - you’re playing games with me. I don’t have a brother. Who ARE you?” “I told you,” he said, matter-of-factly. “I’m Deryk. Why ...