Literotica m/m and m/w

The lights were turned down low. The room was warm. It helped with the illusion of having her in the room. Her spot in the bed next to me smelled like her favorite fragrance. I inhaled her scent as I stroked my hard nine-inch cut chocolate dick. I had a high sex drive. There was always a need to cum.

My hand was covered in lube and my cock's snot. I ran up and down my throbbing member. It pulsated in my grip. Slowly I started to rise and lower my hips as I fucked my fist. My nipples became erect as my orgasm started to build.

My heavy balls churned with cum that was ready to spew all over the place. My hips moved faster as my body twitched. I could see my wife's wet pussy lips sliding up and down my fat dick. Just as I was on the borderline of a climax, the phone rang.

"Fuck," I cursed myself. I had forgotten to turn off the ringer.

I picked up the phone. My wife's beautiful face and name were splashed across the caller ID. There was no use in ignoring it. She would only call right back. Those Davis women were resilient that way.

"Hello," I answered, trying to sound calm and not horny.

"Hey babe," came her soft sweet voice. "Andy missed his flight, and he can't get another one. Can he ride down with you?"

Andrew, or Andy as they called him, was my brother-in-law. He was married to the other Davis sister. I had married the brunette, Stephanie Davis. He married the older blond sister, Samantha Davis. As much as we loved our wives, you would have thought we'd be cool with each other. For some reason, we just never clicked.

I sighed, "I guess that's cool."

"Yay, I'll let Sammie know," she said excitedly. "I love you, Nate. Drive safely. As a matter of fact, call me before you get on the road in the morning."

"I will. Love you too," I said just as we ended the call.

My erection was gone. I was so close to a mind-blowing experience. Guess I should tell you it's been months since my wife and I had fucked. She was carrying twins, and for some reason, she was not in the mood to put out. Mentally, I could respect that. My dick, however, was having a hard time being as accepting of the current situation.

I groaned and tossed the pillow over my face, "FUCK

***

BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEEEP! I laid my hand on the horn. I had told him to be ready at 5 AM. Why wasn't he outside yet? This was one of those things that just irked my nerves about An-mutha-fuckin-drew.

He walked out of the house with a smooth demeanor. The twinkling Christmas lights illuminated his medium-height figure. Through the dark night, I saw his eyes glare at me. My shenanigans were not amusing to him in the least bit. He could be such a killjoy.

"You wanna take your hands off the horn," his voice broke the loud blare of my car horn.

I eased my hand off. He opened the car door, and the cold air rushed in and slapped me in the face. The smell of his cologne followed. Andrew quickly got in and closed the door.

"This is the suburbs," he said as he buckled in. "You tryin' to disturb the peace with the horn?"

"You were late," I said as I switched the gear into reverse and backed out of the driveway.

We had a 13-hour drive ahead of us. We were driving up to Seattle from Brentwood, California. It was the most awkward ride ever. We had nothing in common and, therefore, nothing to talk about. Andrew spent the drive in his phone. I'm sure he was doing check-ins with Samantha to ensure we hadn't killed one another yet. Or worse, I hadn't put him out on the side of the road.

"Nathaniel," he said, my government name. I hated being called my full name.

With my cold nature, I responded, "Just Nate, Andrew."

"Just Andy...Nate," he said, equally as cold. "Let's make a quick stop in Leavenworth."

"What the fuck for," I asked him as I tightened my grip around the steering wheel.

His brows crinkled, "Because it's a fuckin' Christmas village, bruh. Don't be a grinch all year."

"I'm not a Grinch, you dick. You're in my car, aren't you?"

"Me being in the car has nothing to do with your constant state of assholeness."

"Yeah, well, I'm not having sex due to my wife's pregnancy, so excuse me for being a little snippy."

"I'm not either, but you don't see me being a dick. Just stroke one out and keep it going."

"Easy for you to say. You have a low sex drive."

He gritted his teeth and said, "The fuck you say? Low sex drive?"

I defensively replied, "Hey man, not my words."

"I have a very high sex drive. I just respect my wife's wishes. We aren't all wild animals who force our wives to fuck."

I snapped my head over at him, "A wild animal? Do I look like a fuckin' animal?"

He raised his eyebrow, "You really want me to answer that?

Silence filled the car. It felt like a century before he finally said anything.

He sighed, "You don't look like one, but you sure as hell act like one where I'm concerned. We're brothers-in-law, but you act like I'm some punk from the streets."

He was right. I hated to admit it, but he was accurate on every count. There was nothing more I could say. I mean, I could apologize, but that wasn't really my thing.

"So," I mustered up my courage and spoke, "this Leavenworth place sounds pretty dope. I guess we can check it out."

I glanced over at him. He smiled at me. It was the first time he had ever given me a smile. My eyes lingered on him for a moment longer than any self-respecting straight guy should look at one another.

Andrew was truly a very attractive man. He had a certain charm about him. His skin was this magnificent dark chocolate. His body was that of a swimmer but more defined in ways you could only imagine.

His hair faded on the sides, and his head was full of thick curls on the top. His sideburns were long and thick, and connected to the hair around his mouth and chin. Lastly, he had a full set of pink lips. They looked like they were made specifically for pussy eating.

I blinked and quickly looked away. I couldn't understand why I had lost myself in his appearance for a moment. That was out of pocket for my character. We continued the rest of the drive in total silence as snow began to fall from the grey skies.

By the time we arrived in Leavenworth, the snow was falling pretty hard. It was obvious to both of us that we wouldn't be making it to Seattle.

"We should try and find a hotel," I said without breaking my eyes from the road.

"I'm sorry about this." His apology was sincere but also shocking.

"Why are you apologizing," I asked. "You can't control that atmospheric pressure. Besides, it's not like you planned for the two of us to be trapped in the snow."

"Facts," he said with a smile. "I can just imagine how pissed you'd be if I could control the weather and shit and you couldn't."

I don't know what it was about what he said, but it made me laugh. Instinctively, I slapped my hand on his firm thigh as I laughed. I think I thought I was talking with Stephanie because my hand slowly moved back and forth across his thigh.

"You keep rubbing, and you're gonna have to pay for dinner," he playfully said.

The reality of what I was doing came crashing down on me. I snatched my hand away from his thigh. My heart skipped a beat. I couldn't even bear the thought of looking at him, though I could feel him staring a hole in the side of my face.