The boss' youngest brother

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So a few days later I was back at my work again. It was as boring as always, with the same old questions and the same old stories. The bruises in my neck had healed a bit, but I was wearing a turtleneck sweater to hide them. I wished I could just show them. I wished I could simply cry out to the world what a great experience I had, a few days before, with that gorgeous lad in that stupid cold place.

Timmy… Oh how I wished we could meet again.

And it appeared I wasn’t the only one with that wish.

It wasn’t the server going down, bringing a bit of excitement that day. It was my computer, freezing up on me as if it was determined to ruin my day. Every time I started it, the same seemed to happen; it gave a soft alarm and shut down. Time to call for the computer nerds.

The guy who usually came down to fix our pc’s was an older man –well… my age, to be honest– and I had completely forgotten Tim was his assistant. I was reminded the moment he came into the office. I couldn’t find my voice for a moment.

Tim greeted his brother and walked to my desk. I could only stare at him, admiring his gorgeous body in those low, wide pants and tight shirt, and I clearly remembered that hot night we had together. I was glad I didn’t have to get up. I looked preposterous.

“Hi,” smiled Tim at me. With his back to the others, he winked at me. He even licked his lips. “I heard you needed me…”

“Ungh…” I couldn’t find my voice. Finally, I nodded, and I pointed at my pc. “…’s broken.”

“Is it… What did you do, hm?” Tim leaned on my desk, looking at my black screen. “Start it up for me, will you?”

Okay, I could do that much. My finger trembled visibly when I reached under my desk and pushed the button, starting it up. As soon as I touched a key on my board, it said ‘ping!’ in a rather triumphant tone, and shut down again.

“Tsk, tsk,” said Timmy with a little smug smile. “Move aside, handsome. I’ll crawl under your desk for a moment.”

Oh God don’t crawl under my desk… My eyes were fixed on the round butt when Tim knelt down, and disappeared under the tabletop. Lucky it was a busy day and my colleagues weren’t looking at me, because I just knew I was blushing like a schoolgirl.

“Can you help me for a second?” I heard from under the desk.

I slid off my chair, and crawled over the floor to Tim. He grabbed my neck immediately. “Don’t—” was all I managed, before he shut me up with a hot kiss.

My desk had a closed front and my back was to a blind wall. I was grateful about that, because it meant nobody could see us, but at the same time it meant Tim could do whatever he wanted and I couldn’t protest without being overheard. He grabbed my hand and pushed it into his pants, between his legs, stifling my sounds with his hot mouth. I had no other choice than to give him what he wanted, especially when I bumped my head against the tabletop when I tried to pull back.

Tim practically forced me to enter his ass with my fingers. I keep telling myself I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t want to finger him, to stroke him, and I certainly didn’t mean to have my pants opened and to be grabbed in turn. He moved his hips up and down, squirming under me, and I pushed up to rub against his prostate as my hand jerked him with rapid moves.

His hand was heavenly. I wanted him so badly; I had dreamed about him the whole weekend and I longed for him so much. I pulled my mouth away when I needed the air, and pressed my face against his shoulder as he made me come. I had to muffle my moans so my colleagues wouldn’t know what I was doing with the youngest brother of the boss.
The same young brother who was now lying on his back, his legs spread for me, my fingers moving in and out of his ass and my hand stroking him. He bit on his hand as he came with vigor. He shuddered and shook on the floor, squeezing my fingers and coming with delicious fat squirts.

We were on the floor under my desk, in broad daylight. I had sex with the youngest brother of my boss while that same boss was sitting a few yards away from me. I was crazy. And I kissed him. “Idiot,” I said.

Tim giggled. It sounded so cute, but I knew he was the devil incarnated. He could ruin me. He sighed as he fixed his clothes, taking a handkerchief to clean up our mess from the floor. “That was wonderful,” he winked, as he pushed me backwards.

“And my problem?” I managed to say, as I sat back in my chair.

“You have no problem,” assured Tim. “Trust me.” He fiddled on the wires, and rebooted my pc. “See?” He tapped a few keys. “All fixed. Be more careful, next time you crawl under your desk. Don’t mess with sensitive equipment, hm?”

Part of me wanted to object. Who was messing here? But I didn’t say it. “I promise,” I said instead, smiling. “I made another promise… How about tonight?”

Tim pulled a delighted face. “Tonight,” he nodded, his eyes gleaming. “I’ll wait for you.”

I watched him walking away. He moved so gracefully and he looked so good… I was feeling hot in my turtleneck sweater, and I sincerely hoped no one would notice. I quickly took my bottle of water and emptied it with large gulps. Damn, Tim was evil. Hot… but pure evil.

The rest of the day, my mind kept wandering. I kept thinking back at the now two hot encounters with Tim, and the prospect of having him in my bed that following night.
One by one, my colleagues shut down and got ready to go home. I stayed behind, so-called because I wanted to finish some work, but in reality because I didn’t want anybody to see me leaving with Tim. He came into the office when almost everybody was gone.

“Hi,” he said huskily, jumping up to sit on my desk. “How has he been behaving today?”

I greeted him back and said he the pc had behaved flawlessly, but his eyes weren’t looking at my pc. He was looking straight at my crotch, and he licked those lips again. Pure evil, I tell you.
To tease him a bit, I leaned back in my chair, and spread my legs. When I made sure no one else could see me, I slowly unzipped my fly, and pulled out my cock. It was half-hard since Tim came in. I could hear him moan very softly.

“Can you give me a ride, tonight?” asked Tim conversationally, his eyes glued on my hands. He bit his lower lip when I stroked myself, stifling another moan, but then he punished me. He stuck a finger in his mouth, and moved it as if he was blowing me.
It was time for me to try and hold back a moan.

“I’ll give you a ride,” I said. It sounded almost breathlessly, I noticed. “I’ll take you all the way, wherever you want to go.”

“All the way to Heaven?” he asked me just as soft, licking his finger.

I sighed when I put my cock back in my pants. “Oh yes,” I said. “Let’s hurry.”

I took my jacket but didn’t pull it on, and kept it in front of me when I said goodbye to the few colleagues who had stayed. Right then I couldn’t care if they noticed I left with Tim. I was hot. I was so hot, that I touched Tim’s butt when he passed me on the way out of the office. I touched him. And that was something else I shouldn’t have done.

Tim stopped walking immediately. He turned around, looking up at me, and he kissed me. He kissed me, right there in the office, in sight of the colleagues which were still around, one hand behind my neck to pull me down. He gave me his tongue and sucked on mine, moving his head to press our lips firmly together, before he finally let go.

I was too stunned to respond. Suddenly, my safe closet had opened, and I had tumbled outside into the wild. Tomorrow, my boss would know I’d kissed his youngest brother. Tomorrow, I would be ruined.
There was no turning back. I wondered why the hell Tim had done it.

“Come,” said Tim, with a rather pleased grin. He took my hand and tugged me to the exit. I simply followed him, outside, and I gratefully breathed in the cold fresh air.

“Idiot,” I said for the second time that day. “I thought you didn't want to tell your brother?”

Tim shrugged. “My brother can screw himself,” he said. “He has nothing to say about me or my life anymore.” He took my hand, and pressed close against my side. “I don’t care if the world knows anymore,” he said, looking up at me with a sweet smile and soft expression. “You’re mine…”

The alarm bells should go off that instant moment. I don’t know why I smiled back and leaned in to kiss him on his lips. I have no idea why I let a young guy say I was his, while we just met, and had two quickies in awkward places. “You’re cute,” I even said. I meant it.

I took him home, in my old trusty car. He looked out of the window without talking, and only spoke when I drove away from the civilized world and into what I like to call my forest. “Where are you taking me?”

“Home… We’ve arrived.” I parked on my self-made parking, where I’d made a small wooden shed for my bicycle and dustbin. Behind the shed I kept everything I found and thought it might come in handy one day; wooden planks, old iron, rubbish people had thrown away but could still have a second life.
I led him through the trees to the water, and stepped on the long plank leading to my ship.

Tim stopped walking, and stared. “You live on a ship?”

“Yes… You didn’t know?” Of course he didn’t know. Very few people did. I took his hand and carefully maneuvered him over the plank and on board. He followed me, slowly but not scared, and stepped on deck.

My ship is old. It’s almost one hundred years old, and made of iron. It’s huge, a retired cargo ship, and it had taken me years to give it its old grandeur back. From the outside, it looked quite impressive but also quite dull. I’d done that on purpose. I was lying on a non-official spot and was only permitted because my ship was authentic, and I wasn’t bothering anybody.

I invited him in, unlocking the door of the steering house, my main entrance. Tim stepped inside, and looked around in stunned amazement.

I let him look for the moment. I was quite pleased the way he reacted. His hands closed around the polished wooden steering wheel, and he looked at the view over the river and to the bank at the other side. I was lying on a marvelous spot, between trees and reed, completely alone and with no houses around. I heard him sigh, and repressed a chuckle.
“Well?” I asked. “What do you say?”

“I’m… Sorry, I’m stunned. It’s amazing, Jake. It’s completely amazing. What a place to live…”

“Yes,” I nodded. “The view is great… But it’s no luxurious house, so maybe I should show you my home.” I turned to the back of the ship where I had my bedroom, and opened the small door and the hatch.
“This keeps out the cold in the winter,” I explained as I walked the four steps down. “This is my bedroom.”

It was larger than most living rooms, I knew. Only the ceiling was lower. It had six small windows at the sides and two round ones at the back, an iron stove at the foot end of my king-size bed and small cabinets built in under the deck.

“This is your bedroom?” repeated Tim, his eyes spread wide. “Holy shit Jakey… My whole room could fit in this!”

I knew that. I lived in an enormous space. The fact it was primitive was no issue. It was all made of old wood and fabrics –I used everything I could find for free– but I’d taken my time, so it looked great. If we were in an apartment now, Tim would have pulled off his clothes and jumped on the bed, but now he was just excited to see the rest.
I took him into the steering house again, and took him into what they call the tea house at the other side.

This used to be the kitchen. When my ship was still functioning as a cargo vessel, the shippers lived in the back and only used this kitchen as their facilities room. It used to have a small stove, a sink, and a toilet. But I’d ripped that all out. It was now the entrance to my new kitchen, and it was huge.

Tim kept staring. He was too stunned to react, and I loved it. He walked around, touched every surface and wooden beam, slid his fingers over the iron and peeked through the small hatches.

Behind my kitchen, I had built my living room. I also had a bathroom, of course, but although it was all set and ready to go, I was now finishing the plumbing so it wasn’t all functional yet. Tim shrugged when I told him.

“You’re clean,” he said distractedly. “So you must have another way to wash yourself and your clothes.”

“Yes,” I nodded. “With a bucket of warm water, like in the old days.” I had expected him to squeal about that confession, but he simply nodded. Apparently there was more behind Tim than met the eye.
“What shall we eat?” I asked, walking to the kitchen again.

“Pizza,” answered Tim, again an answer I hadn’t expected. “And I want to sit on deck while we eat.”

“It’s cold,” I said, but I started the generator to warm up my oven. “I have a thick sweater for you.”

“We’ll just take a blanket outside to sit on,” said Tim. He’d followed me, and looked at my collection of wines. He picked out a rather good one I’d saved for a special occasion. Well, this counted as a special occasion, I reckoned, and I gave him two glasses. He probably wasn’t surprised to see it was no crystal.

While the pizzas were baking –yes I have a freezer, it’s not that primitive– I walked to my bedroom to fetch the sweaters and a blanket. Tim had gone outside again, and climbed on the deck plates of the cargo belly. We spread out the blanket together and he sat down, staring at the view. He was very quiet, I noticed, but I didn’t think anything of it. I joined him when the pizzas were done and he gave me a glass of wine.

And then he did something I hadn’t expected at all. I sat with my back against the steering house, and he crawled between my legs to lean against my chest. We were both dressed in those baggy sweaters, out of the cold wind, and we were sitting together as if we were a couple for years.
I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my arms around him, leaned my head against his soft hair, and held him in a loving embrace. Tim took my wrists in his hands and hugged me back, rubbing his head against my cheek, and was silent.

The sun was setting while we nibbled on our pizza slices. The sky above us was clear, promising a cold night, while the setting sun colored the clouds at the horizon orange and red.
I always wondered why there were clouds at the horizon, but ever since I was a child I’d settled on the explanation it was because the view was so nice that way.
I’d seen sunsets like this more often. Tim hadn’t. He held his breath and put down his wineglass, and pulled out his mobile phone to make a picture of it. He made some more every time the clouds had moved, coloring scarlet, and before the sky was completely dark, he turned to me and made a photo of my smile.

I took the phone from his hand. “Your turn,” I said. I could see the result when I made a picture, and he looked marvelous in the dim light.

Tim took the phone back. “Our turn…” he mumbled. Those were the first words he said since hours. He kissed me, and held the phone at arms length to shoot a picture of us. Then he closed the phone, put it back in his pocket, and used both hands to caress my face while we continued the kiss.
It made me feel all fuzzy inside.

We slid down on the blanket and cuddled for a long time, until it was completely dark and getting too cold to be outside. I suggested we would go inside to continue, and he smiled lazily. We brought our stuff into the ship, and I took him to the bedroom.

It was cold, inside. I closed the hatch and door, and flicked on some small lights. They were all on twelve volts, which wouldn’t say anything to Tim, so I didn’t mention it. While he undressed and crawled in bed, I made a fire in the stove at the foot end. I joined him not much later, lighting candles at the sides of the bed, and switching off the lights to save power. He took me back between his arms as soon as I laid down.

He sighed deeply as he kissed me. “Jakey…” he started, looking deeply in my eyes. He looked so beautiful in the candlelight. “Jake,” he then said more clearly. “I’m in love with you. I love you. I want to be with you.”

I noticed the tension in his voice, and didn’t reply immediately. My fuzzy feeling had stayed ever since we came inside, and I smiled. “I think I love you too,” I whispered. And you know what? I meant it. It felt like love. Pure, genuine love. The short time we had been together on that deck had been just what I always dreamed about. Living here, on this ship, with a cutie like Tim was all I ever wanted.

“Be my lover,” he whispered back. “I don’t want to be your secret, let’s get it in the open.”

That would mean two confessions at the same time, I thought; telling people I was gay and in love with the boss’ youngest brother. “Your brother will kill me,” I smiled.

“Then I’ll kill my brother,” he bounced back. Something could be heard at the edge of his voice. Something very nasty and sincerely. “Don’t worry about my brother, I can handle him.”

And then he said something which should make my alarm bells go off again. I think my system wasn’t working properly anymore, because I only smiled when he said it. “I’m twenty-one, I can do whatever I want.”

Twenty-one. Tim was barely legal, no less than fourteen years younger than me, and I had fucked him and taken him on board of my ship. Still, no alarm bells. I smiled, pulled him in a tight embrace, and kissed him deeply. No fuss.

Tim rolled on his back, pulling me on top of him while our lips stayed fused together. I enjoyed his tongue inside my mouth, tangoing with mine; I enjoyed the feeling of his warm body rubbing up against me. He spread his legs, and I pressed down between them, pushing against his notch with my hardening cock. When I reached out to the side of my bed to take the lubricant, he grabbed it before I could take it, and lubed me without breaking the kiss. He placed me against his entrance and pushed me down with his legs around my hips. I slipped inside.

The heat enclosing me took my breath away. I broke the kiss, moving my mouth to his neck instead, gasping for air. I murmured I loved him, as I slid in deeper, and pulled back to fuck him slowly. His ass contracted around my shaft, milking me so delightfully, and he squirmed under me as I pinned him down.
God, he felt so good.

My mind was hazed. I couldn’t think straight, as I pushed up inside his body. He moaned my name, moved a bit faster, and he gasped delightedly as I pushed my torso up and my hips down. Picking up my pace, I fucked him harder, slamming my hips between his willingly spread legs. I could see the glistering on the tip of his cock, every time I slid over his sweet spot.

Tim scratched his nails over my skin, but then his hands fell on his own body, and he pinched his nipples.
He writhed. He squirmed, moaned and licked his lips. He drove me crazy with his sensual movements, and I simply couldn’t hold back. I didn’t mind much. With the heat I felt at the time, I could easily have another go.

I gasped his name, “Timmy!” And I closed my eyes firmly as I felt that great wave of heat flowing towards my crotch. My cock burned, it swelled, and I exploded abruptly in his wonderful slick rectum. “Yes! I love you!” I yelled, ejaculating, pumping out my release and feeling it prickling around my cock as I kept moving.

I had filled him up. I had pumped my sperm into his body, and was now moving harder, with my own come as lubricant. I had taken him unprotected. And I didn’t even notice.

“Jake… Oh yes, Jakey! Fuck me! Make me come!” Tim seemed to lose control as I lunged deep inside of him. I rammed my hips against his butt, my testicles lashing against his notch, thrusting faster and faster to make his ass burn. He screamed. His fingers grasped in the sheets and he arched his back, throwing his legs high up and wide to receive every inch of me, and he came. “Jake! Shit yes! Don’t stop!”

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. My hips kept ramming down, I grunted and panted, and I could hear his rectum making sucking sounds above our screams and moans. When I shot my second load inside him, I tensed up completely, and held my breath. Silently, I pumped out my second orgasm, enjoying every squirt. When I was able to move again, I rolled my hips. I moved my relaxing cock through the wetness I’d gushed inside, savoring the prickling and hot sensations.

Finally, I opened my eyes. Tim was staring at me, his lips parted as he breathed heavily. I looked deeper down, and saw he was still hard. Maybe I could give him a second climax, I thought somewhere through my euphoria, and I slipped out of him and down his legs. He sighed when I closed my mouth around his cock. He tasted salty, traces of his orgasm all over the head, and I sucked him slowly.

Tim’s fingers grasped into my short hair when I moved my head up and down. He bucked his hips, sliding deep into my mouth, and he groaned my name. I closed one hand around his cock to stroke him, as my other hand slithered between his cheeks over the wet notch. His ass was dribbling with my sperm. I pushed slowly through his muscle, sliding deeply inside, and I could feel his swollen prostate as I pushed up. With the tips of my two fingers crooked, I moved in and out of his rectum, massaging his internals, enjoying the desperate spasms and the cries above me.

Again Tim lost control. I was so glad I have no neighbors, for he cried out my name, cursed and commanded me to take him, to swallow him, to take him completely. And I did. I practically smashed into his ass with my fingers, jerking him vigorously with my other hand. It was the third time I took him like this and I knew I could make him come easily. This time, when he came, I leaned down and sucked on his cock to catch every drop on my tongue. I swallowed him, tasted him, and cleaned him with my mouth when he finally stopped shaking.

As I came up, he grabbed me roughly between his arms. He was crying again, thick hot tears rolling over his cheeks, and he made my face wet as he kissed me deeply. “I love you,” he gasped. “Mine. All mine.”

“All yours,” I whispered back, holding him close. Yep, I said it; I told a twenty-one year old hottie I was all his. I said it. And I meant it.