Forbidden Fruit... A Tale of Taboo

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Note: The work you are about to read is part fact, but mostly fiction. Names and personalities have been changed for the dual purpose of discretion and creativity. One of the characters is the author, your guess is as good as mine, enjoy...

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Prologue...

For five long years I admired him from afar; he was the object of my inappropriate desires, and the subject of my day dreams. The mere sight of him made me long for a sort of carnal satisfaction that I dare not fulfill. He was a gateway drug, my Achilles’ heel, and now I am on my knees, and I have got his balls in my mouth.

He had initially looked unsure when I had let the friendly hug linger, and then he had resisted when I tasted his lips. But as I knelt and reached for his belt, his eyes had shown just that tiny bit of glint that betrayed a slight interest. That was enough to get me going.

His name is Julian, and this is the story of how we got to this point…

Julian came into my, sorry, our lives about six years ago. That was when he and my sister Beatrice started dating, and at the time I was but a seventeen year old teenager who didn’t want to go to college. I saw more of him that first year than any other time since, and sometimes when I think about it, I believe that was one of the reasons why I took a strong liking to him. The other reason was that I was quite the introvert. I never had any close friends, and I only begun to truly explore my sexuality and changing body after I reluctantly arrived at college.

College was exciting, to put it mildly, but talking about my sexperiences (sex experiences) in college would only make me digress from my story, and I have but limited time (I've got his balls in my mouth). Thus, I would simply focus on that part which is necessary to my story; the part involving Dr. Lin.
Dr. Lin was my experimental psychology lecturer and she also doubled as the campus psychiatrist. Given that I retained much of my introverted nature while in college, she was the one to whom I always ran whenever I had something peculiar to unload from my mind, and I usually had a lot. And no, Dr. Lin and I never had any unusual sexual escapades, but she knew of many, if not all of my unusual sexual escapades.

It was in my fourth year in college, during one of my sessions with her that I finally had the courage to broach my attraction to Julian, now my sister’s husband. I told her how the mere thought of him made my hormones rage, and how the more guys I had only served to make me want him the more. I told her of how I had dreams of him groaning in ecstasy as he pounded gloriously from my behind. And I told her of my not so proud moments when I gratified myself with images of him from my phone serving as a worthy stimulant. That he was my sister's husband didn't stop me, I unloaded my total thoughts about Julian, and my most carnal fantasies about him, I unloaded all on Dr. Lin. And for once in my life, I felt like I was not really an introvert.

Dr. Lin listened quietly as I spoke, and when I was spent, she asked me one question; “If you really want him that much, why haven’t you ever gone for it?”
That question stuck with me throughout the session, and three weeks later, after many long hours spent in indecision, I finally summoned enough courage to make my move, during one of my infrequent breaks from school...

Beatrice was happy to see me, and so was Julian. He was particularly happy that his wife had family as company, and neither of them really knew why I chose to spend my spring break with them, something I never did before. No, none of them knew, and none of them suspected, not until a few moments ago when Julian found out firsthand...

Epilogue...

In one fell movement I had his belt unfastened and his briefs visible. I kept my eyes glued on his as I slowly peeled off these to set free his more confident and now eager member. I didn't need to look down, I knew what I was doing, and his fading resistance told me he did too. So I kept my eyes riveted on the face of my sister's husband as I spat and sucked and then pulled; again and again and again...
And at that glorious moment when I felt rather than heard him call out my name, I knew it for a fact, and he must have done too. Julian may not be outright gay, but the look of pleasure on his face as his release serenaded that of his wife's brother was enough to quell any impending doubts; like me Julian was bisexual, and our escapades had only just begun.

THE END

#SladenSpeaks

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Written for @porn-watch's Smut Contest #2

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