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Sabra was twenty-eight and filled with a quiet panic every day. She was convinced that if she weren’t married by the time she was thirty she would be single for the rest of her life. It wasn’t that she hadn’t had suitors in the past, but that none of them had met her high standards.
She was sure that her looks would fade and her body would thicken and sag and she would end up looking like her mother. That thought depressed her more as each week passed.
She got a job as a secretary at a company which produced coaxial cable and provided it to cable companies nationwide. She’d been there for only three weeks when a man came into the office and caught her attention. He was tall and svelte, good-looking, and dressed in a three-piece suit.
She kept her eye on him until he became aware he was being watched. He glanced her way and she smiled. He returned the smile. She asked another secretary who he was and was told his name was Meshulam and he was the supervisor of the company’s warehouse.
Three days later she contrived an excuse to go to the loading dock of the warehouse. She spied him but didn’t look at him directly. She walked past him swaying her hips in what she was sure was just enough to show off her curves.
She turned and sashayed past him again so that he got a good look at her ample buttocks. As she reached the doorway back into the office complex she looked over her shoulder to make sure he was watching and smiled at him again.
She discovered he brought his lunch to work and ate on a bench under a small tree in the green space that divided the main building from the executive suites.
She brought a lunch and went out to the green area. She acted surprised to find another person there, saying she brought her lunch every day but usually ate at her desk. He invited her to share the bench and they talked. He found her charming and funny. She flattered him by listening intently to all he said and laughing at all the proper places.
They lunched together every day. She discovered he owned a house in the middle of the city on a street that bordered a small park. He was thirty-nine, unmarried and had no family.
What she didn’t know was that he’d inherited the house plus a small fortune from his parents. He also owned a sizeable amount of stock in the company they worked for. He worked because he couldn’t imagine not working. He had no desire to be a playboy.
He invited her out to dinner at a fancy restaurant.
Six months after that first lunch they married. Ten months later Sabra gave birth to a baby girl.
Sabra had a younger sister. After the wedding, she told Bennu that now it was her turn and warned her not to wait too long or she would end up an old maid.
A year or so after her sister married, Bennu began working in a coffee shop across the street from the main entrance to the university. An exceedingly handsome young man came into the coffee shop each morning and bought a cappuccino grande and a cruller to go.
One of the reasons he visited the coffee shop every weekday morning was because of the cute little miss who filled his order and took his money. He eventually asked her for her name and introduced himself as Amir.
With time he disclosed that he was about to get his doctorate degree in agricultural economics. Although he was twenty-seven he was single because he’d been determined to finish his education before starting a family.
She told him she still lived with her parents. He asked if he could call on her and she gave him permission. Her father approved of the young man and her mother marveled at how handsome and well mannered he was. He courted her for a year before he proposed and she gladly accepted.
Meshulam and Sabra hadn’t met him until the wedding. Sabra couldn’t believe how fortunate her sister had been and felt a tinge of envy. Meshulam was astonished by the amazing good looks of his new brother-in-law.
What struck everyone who came in contact with Amir was how completely unaware he seemed to be of his good fortune. He knew, of course, that he had exceptional looks, but he’d been schooled from childhood that he was not responsible for the way he looked.
His parents told him he’d been favored by the gods and he must fulfill what the gods had gifted him with by being humble and at the same time developing his mind. He had followed their instructions and had grown into a remarkable young man.
Immediately after graduation, Amir had planned to apply for a position under the State Secretary of Agriculture, but there had been an election and a new governor and agriculture secretary had been voted into office. He was advised to wait the two months until the new administration had been installed before submitting his application.
The problem was he had a new wife and no money. He worried where they were going to live, how they were going to eat. Bennu confided to her sister who repeated the problem to Meshulam with just a touch of glee.
Meshulam contacted Amir and told him his house was more than big enough for two families. He stressed that Amir and Bennu were welcome to move in and remain as long as it took for them to get on their own feet. He assured him that they would never be pressured to leave no matter how long they wished to live there.
His offer was delivered with such compassion that it surprised Amir but he was in no position to turn it down. It was a lifesaver and he thanked Meshulam profusely. He and Bennu moved into one of the several bedrooms of the spacious house. Sabra accepted them as she had no alternative. The saving grace was that Bennu had to cater to Sabra’s wishes.
To Amir, his new brother-in-law proved to be more than a savior. He was a friend, a mentor, a saint. He listened to Amir’s thoughts, he advised him, he invited Amir to accompany him on outings for the two of them, he loaned him money with no expectation of being repaid.
Amir’s twenty-ninth birthday was coming up and Bennu was upset because she didn’t have money to buy him a present. Meshulam gave her the money to buy him an expensive watch she’d only dreamed about giving him.
As time passed Amir and Meshulam became closer and revealed events from their past that no one knew about. They talked about their secret wishes which they never discussed with another person. They passed evenings in a hookah lounge and spent late nights sipping the expensive brandies that Meshulam favored.
Meshulam introduced Amir to the men’s bathhouse he frequented where they sat naked in the steam room for an hour, enjoyed a deep massage and lolled in the mineral pool, their masculinity on full display.
Meshulam complimented Amir on the fact his body was as attractive as his face. Amir responded that Meshulam had managed to avoid putting on extra weight and appeared younger than his years. Meshulam casually commented that Amir’s fortunate gifts included his private parts and asked him if he was aware he sported more than most men.
Amir tucked his head in embarrassment and Meshulam apologized but said he only spoke the truth and this conversation was just between the two of them.
“I thought we had reached the stage where we could talk frankly, as friends,” he said.
Amir raised his head and looked Meshulam in the eye,
“Yes, you are right. Forgive my ignorance. Might I say it looks like you came out alright too,” he said.
“Well, I guess I did, but you know we men are never satisfied with what we’ve got. That applies to more than just our cocks,” Meshulam said, smiling.
It was the first time he’d used a word like that with Amir and at first, Amir was taken aback but then felt it brought them even closer.
“What aren’t you satisfied with?” he asked.
As an answer, Meshuaml asked, “Are you satisfied with your marriage?”
Amir was surprised at the question. “Yes, I think I am.”
“You think,” Meshulam said. He added, “Wouldn’t you like more? Something somehow different?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think so. Like what?” Amir wasn’t sure he was understanding.
“Well, for instance, to know what it might be like to lie down with a man. To use that big cock you have to give another man like you pleasure. That would be a new experience, wouldn’t it?” Meshulam was still looking steadily into Amir’s eyes.
Amir frowned. “That wouldn’t be right,” he answered.
“Right for who? For the man you were pleasuring? Surely it would be. Not right for you? If you did it it would be because you wanted to, so how could it be wrong?” He waited for Amir’s next thought.
“Well, just not right. Not what people say is right,” was what he brought forth.
“Shit,” Meshulam said with a vengeance. “What people? What person has a right to say what you do with your body? What person has to know?”
Amir looked down at his manhood hanging between his legs. Without thinking about it his gaze moved over to Meshulam’s cock. He looked back up at Meshulam.
Meshulam continued. “If right now you asked if you could fuck me and I said yes, who would know and who would care.”
Amir laughed but the laugh was short and trailed off. He felt he had to say something.
“I don’t think this would be a good place to fuck you.” It was meant to show how ridiculous the conversation was.
“Well,” Meshulam said, “we could go rent a hotel room.”
Amir tried to laugh again but the laugh didn’t materialize. He crossed his legs, realizing that for some reason his cock was stirring.
Meshulam smiled at him. “But seeing the time, I think instead we’d better get dressed and get home before we both end up in the doghouse.”
He stood up and Amir saw that Moshulam’s cock was half aroused too. He watched him as he casually turned and took the steps up and out of the pool. He stood and followed, grateful that his fledgling erection had gone back down.
Later that night, as he lay beside his sleeping wife, he went over the strange conversation again and again not knowing what to make of it. But when once again his cock started getting hard he got out of bed and went into the bathroom and masturbated. Returning to the bed he soon drifted off to sleep.
Meshulam also had trouble getting to sleep. He marveled that the ideas he’d expressed to Amir had been amorphous thoughts which had congealed into concrete form as he’d spoken them. Now he knew them to be the truth.
Four nights after that conversation the weather turned hot and humid. Meshulam awoke feeling damp. He got up and took a cool shower. After drying off he put on a short silk robe he seldom used. He went downstairs to the room he used as his private den, switched on a lamp that cast a soft light across the room and poured a snifter of brandy.
He turned the fan on to its lowest speed and sat on the ornate couch that was covered in a dark brocade. From where he sat he saw a light turn on somewhere down the hall to the right. He figured somebody must be in the kitchen. Since there were only five people in the house, counting his small daughter, he didn’t worry about it.
In a few minutes, he heard the tinkle of ice being swirled around in a glass as the person came nearer. He’d expected them to go back up the stairs but they kept approaching the open door of his den. He waited, thinking that his getting out of bed must have wakened Sabra.
Instead, Amir appeared in the doorway wearing only the shorts he slept in. In the dim light, Meshulam could see that the fly gaped open a couple of inches revealing only blackness.
What he hadn’t realized is that the belt of his silk robe had loosened and the robe was partly open showing more than the gap in Amir’s shorts did.
“Hi,” Amir said.
Meshulam smiled, pleased to see his friend. “You couldn’t sleep either?”
Amir shook his head. The ice in the glass rattled. “I haven’t been to sleep all night. I don’t know how Bennu can do it and she rolls over so she’s pressing up against me.”
“Well,” said Meshulam. “Come on in and sit in front of the fan. Cool off.”
Amir had tried not to let his gaze fall below Meshulam’s face, but he kept glancing down despite his efforts. He walked to the chair next to the couch and sat but Meshulam was still in his line of sight.
“What’s in the glass?” Meshulam asked.
“Just water,” Amir answered.
Meshulam reached for the brandy decanter. “Here,” he said. “Add a little of this. You’ll sleep better.”
Amir leaned forward for Meshulam to pour the brandy into his glass and his shorts gapped open wider. Meshulam looked down and he could see the object of his desire lying there, Amir’s balls behind it.
Amir looked down and saw he was exhibiting everything he had. He tried to close the gap with his free hand.
“I’ve seen it all at the bathhouse, Amir,” Meshulam said. “No need to hide it now.”
“I know, but it seems strange here,” Amir almost whispered. “We aren’t at the bathhouse. We’re in your home.”
“And your home,” Meshulam reminded him.
Meshulam looked down at his own crotch and saw that he was unknowingly exposing himself. Instead of covering himself up he shifted slightly and let the silk robe slide a little more open.
Amir stood and moved over to the other end of the couch so he wasn’t looking directly at Meshulam.
“Amir,” Meshulam began. “What are you ashamed of? You have the best of everything. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Indeed, you have everything to be proud of.”
Amir bristled. “I’m neither ashamed nor proud. I am…I don’t know what. You confuse me.”
“No. I don’t want to do that. I’m trying to figure things out for myself, so I have no desire to confuse you.” Meshulam fell silent.
“But that’s what I mean,” objected Amir. “Figure what out? What’s happening? That’s what I don’t understand.”
“What’s happening is that I’ve awoken to the fact that I want something that I never wanted before. Not until now. Or rather, not until I met you. And now I want it more than anything. More than anything I have.” He was looking into Amir’s eyes but let his sight drop to Amir’s slightly open fly.
Against what his mind told him not to do Amir asked, “And what’s that?”
A small smile flickered across Meshulam’s lips.
“This,” he said and laid his hand on the shape of Amir’s cock visible under the soft fabric.
Amir put his hand on top of Meshulam’s intending to pull Meshulam’s hand away but he left it there, his hand holding it in place. He felt his cock stir and begin to grow.
“What would you do with it?” he heard himself ask as if the words were spoken by an unseen person.
“Whatever you wanted,” Meshulam answered, an unusual raspiness to his voice.
Amir removed his hand and Meshulam pulled his now fully erect cock out through the fly. Amir leaned back on the couch and closed his eyes. Meshulam leaned forward and opened his mouth. He had never dreamed of this let alone planned it. He just did what his instincts led him to do.
He closed his lips gently around the head of Amir’s cock and slid his mouth down until he could go no farther. The end of Amir’s cock rested on the back of his throat. He felt how it filled his mouth, how he could move his tongue up and down one side, how smooth and firm it was.
He’d heard Amir take in a small gasp of air as he’d enclosed the head in his mouth and almost felt more than heard him moan as Meshulam slid his mouth down its length.
He now came back up and swirled his tongue around the head feeling the flange. With the flat of his tongue, he felt the indention that was the piss hole and the way it formed two slight bulges on both sides of it.
Amir rested his hand on the back of Meshulam’s head and Meshulam went down again. He began moving his head up and down, turning it from side to side, feeling Amir’s cock massage the inside of his mouth. He felt lust as he’d never felt it before. He wanted this cock in his mouth forever. He wanted to drink what he knew would come out of this cock.
Meshulam took his own cock in his hand and jerked it rapidly as he bounced his head up and down. His lust took over and pushed him toward a climax quicker than he could have imagined. His cum spurted out and he covered the end of his cock with his hand to capture it and prevent it from landing on Amir’s leg.
Amir also had feelings welling up from deep inside him he’d never experienced before. He grasped Meshulam’s head with both hands and forced his head up and down rapidly. His confused thoughts were how good this felt and how much he wanted it to end with his cum filling this man’s mouth.
They both got their wish as Amir suddenly gasped and his cum shot forth coating the back of Meshulam’s throat and his tongue. He shot again and again, a fourth and a fifth time. Meshulam swallowed twice. He remained where he was until Amir removed his hands and put one at the base of his cock pushing Meshulam’s face up.
Meshulam sat up and looked at Amir’s face. Amir looked away. Meshulam put a finger under Amir’s chin and turned his head back so they were face to face.
“There’s nothing wrong. We both wanted to do it and nobody knows. Just you and I.”
Amir didn’t say anything but his eyes searched Meshulam’s face.
Meshulam continued. “We both enjoyed it. Don’t say you didn’t. Don’t lie to yourself. I know I liked it and I know you did too.”
Amir found his voice. “But Mashul, we’re kin. We’re brothers.”
Meshulam shook his head very slightly. “By law. Not by blood. Brothers-in-law.”
“Still,” Amir began but didn’t finish.
Meshulam stood, his robe hanging open. He pulled Amir onto his feet and embraced him, holding him tightly. He let him go and said, “Go to bed. You’ll sleep well now. We’ll talk when I see you tomorrow evening.”
The next evening Amir was nowhere to be found. He didn’t come home until he was sure everyone would be in bed. He snuck in quietly but Bennu awoke when he got into their bed. She asked where he’d been and he told her it was too long a story to go into now. He said he was tired and for her to go back to sleep.
The next morning he got up and had left the house before anyone else was stirring. That evening he knew he had to go home or he’d have explaining to do for which he wasn’t able to come up with a lie that would satisfy everybody. Besides, he had no reason to stay away.
At dinner that night Meshulam reminded Sabra and Bennu that their parent’s thirty-fifth wedding anniversary was only a week away. They needed no reminding. Meshulam suggested they put aside any differences they had and go shopping together for a gift much nicer than if they give two lesser gifts.
He astonished Bennu when he said he’d pay for whatever they decided on. And then he stunned Sabra by saying that as long as they were shopping why didn’t they buy new outfits to wear to the party.
Amir objected that Meshulam was being too generous but Bennu kicked him under the table and gave him a fierce look. Meshulam said he’d arrange for a driver to take them wherever they wanted to go the following afternoon. He’d even come home early to make sure everything went smoothly.
Sabra got up from her chair and walked around the table to give him a kiss. He gave her his cheek and patted her on her hip.
The next day the ladies were chatting away like best friends as they got in the back of the car and headed out on their shopping spree. About thirty minutes later Amir was in his room when there was a tap on the door.
“Come in,” he called out.
The door opened and Meshulam stood there in his underwear.
“Come with me,” he instructed Amir.
Amir wasn’t sure he should, but he had no argument to present to Meshulam. He followed Meshulam down the hall to the door of a room he’d never been in. They went in and he saw it was a bedroom and he recognized many of Meshulam’s personal effects.
“I’ve moved into this room,” Meshulam explained unnecessarily. “I just felt it was the best thing to do. I told Sabra I hadn’t been sleeping well for some time and it was beginning to wear on me. She didn’t object much.”
Amir asked, “Is that why you brought me here? To tell me this?”
“No,” said Meshulam. He walked up to Amir and began unbuttoning his shirt.
“I brought you here because I want to make love to you. I want to experience what we did the other night again, but even more.”
Amir took hold of Meshulam’s hands with his own and intended to shake his head but he simply looked into Meshulam’s eyes for a few seconds and then let his hands go.
Meshulam finished unbuttoning the shirt and pulled the shirttail out of Amir’s pants. He unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. Amir stood still during the entire procedure. As his pants fell around his ankles Meshulan pushed him back gently so that he sat down on the edge of the bed.
He knelt before him and pulled his shoes and pants off and tossed them aside. He took the band of Amir’s underpants and looked up at him. Without a word, Amir lifted his hips so that Meshulam could pull his shorts off. Amir sat there naked.
Meshulam stood up and removed his own underwear so he was also naked. Amir reached for Meshulam’s hand and pulled him forward and down onto the bed beside him.
For the first time, they kissed a simple explanatory kiss. Meshulam put his hand on Amir’s soft cock and fondled it and Amir’s large balls. He scooted down and kissed his cock and put most of it into his mouth. Again he heard a quick intake of breath.
As Amir’s cock grew and hardened Meshulam moved his mouth up and down its length. After a few minutes, Amir took ahold of Meshulam’s arm and urged him up.
In a hoarse whisper he asked, “Meshul, can I enter you from behind?”
Meshulam answered him back in a stronger voice. “Yes, I prepared for that.”
He rolled over toward the bedside table and opened a drawer, removing a tube. He squeezed out a strip of a clear, jelly-like substance and spread it over the head of Amir’s cock.
They repositioned themselves so that they were lying the length of the bed. Meshulam turned his back to Amir and crooked one leg. He reached back and spread the cheeks of his butt. Amir put the end of his cock against the brown pucker he was looking at and moved it around transferring some of the lubricant from his cock to Meshulam’s anus.
He pushed and then pulled back a little. He pushed again and paused. He pushed one more time a bit harder and the pucker opened and he entered. He continued pushing slowly and steadily.
Meshulam was surprised at the burning sensation he felt but he was determined to withstand it in order to give his lover all the pleasure he could. The pain was more intense than he had expected and tears formed in his eyes.
Amir sensed something was wrong even as he was amazed at the stimulation he was experiencing.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
Meshulam managed to keep his voice steady as he simply said, “Yes. Continue. Fuck me.”
Passion filled Amir’s chest. He hadn’t expected the feeling of tenderness he felt for his brother-in-law at this moment. He pulled his cock back slowly and moved it forward again. Meshulam sensed that the pain was subsiding and was being replaced with an intense pleasure.
He didn’t know if it was just the feeling of being filled or the idea that it was because of who had entered him. He loved that it was this particular young man, this man he cared about so deeply. Indeed, he wouldn’t have let any other man do what he now desired for Amir to do to him.
Again he said, “Fuck me, Amir. Fuck me.”
Amir began moving his hips back and forth driving his cock in as deep as he could go and bringing it back so that he could plunge it in again. With each thrust, a thrill ran up his cock and spread throughout his body.
He reached around Meshulam’s body and clasped his chest, his fingers caressing his nipples. He pinched them slightly and bit the back of Meshulam’s neck. Meshulam began to jack his cock and Amir slid one of his hands down over Meshulam’s stomach and put his hand on top of Meshulam’s. Meshulam removed his hand and Amir jacked his cock for him as he continued to fuck Meshulam’s ass.
Meshulam gasped as his cum rushed up his cock and spewed out onto the bedsheet.
“Oh, god,” he cried out.
Amir released Meshulam’s cock and held onto his hips so that he had more leverage. He pounded Meshulam’s ass with powerful thrusts. In a matter of minutes, he moaned loudly as his balls emptied all their rich cream deep into Meshulam’s insides.
When there was no more to deliver he lay still as he felt his heart beating in his chest and his temples. Meshulam turned his head trying to see Amir’s face. Amir leaned in his direction and his mouth found Meshulam’s. This time they kissed passionately, their tongues intwining.
Meshulam moved so that Amir’s cock slipped out of his ass as he turned to face Amir. They pressed their bodies and mouths together. When Meshulam broke the kiss Amir looked at his watch. Still without speaking, he sat up and reached to the floor where his underwear lay.
He pulled on his shorts and pants and picked up his shirt and shoes. He walked to the door intending to return to his room and shower. As he opened the bedroom door Meshulam spoke.
“Amir,” he said in a commanding voice.
Amir stopped and turned his head to look at Meshulam.
Meshulam’s voice was softer but no less authoritative as he said, “Amir, I love you.”
Amir turned his head back and went out, closing the door behind him.
But in the shower, Meshulam’s last words kept ringing in his ears. Could it be true? Could one man love another in that way? The way he knew Meshulam meant. And he knew how he meant it because he felt, in some manner he couldn’t explain, that he felt the same way.
After their wives returned with their purchases and had shown what they’d bought, after dinner had been served and eaten, after Meshulam had poured snifters of brandy for Amir and himself he brought up a topic.
“Amir, do you still want to apply for the position with the Agriculture Secretary? The inauguration is next week, you know.”
“Yes, I do,” said Amir. “If I get that job we can move out and let you have your house back.”
Meshulam was surprised. “Is that what you want? To move out and get away from here?”
Amir wasn't sure just what he should say. “No, not especially. But we can’t live here forever.”
Meshulam chuckled. “You’ve been here for only a couple of months. Hardly forever. I don’t want you to go. You should know that.”
Amir hadn’t expected that and glanced nervously at Bennu to see her reaction, but saw none.
Meshulam continued. “The reason I brought it up is simply to offer my assistance in any way I can. I can help you fill out the application. You know how complicated anything dealing with the government is. Or whatever I can do but I wasn’t in any way suggesting it was time for you to go. You can live here forever, as you say, as far as I’m concerned. I’m happy having you here.”
He stopped and observed that Sabra was restless in her seat. He looked at her.
“Well, I am,” he said to her. “I enjoy his company, Bennu’s too, of course. But Amir and I have become close. We have something special going.”
Amir knocked over his snifter spilling the small amount of brandy in it onto the tablecloth. He jumped up and grabbed the snifter before it rolled off the table onto the floor and sputtered with an apology.
“Calm down,” Meshulam told him. “It’s no big deal. A little brandy that will wash out. Have some more.”
“No, thank you,” Amir declined. “I’m going to bed. I’m beat.”
“Well, ladies,” Meshulam said, “Show me again what I paid for today.”
Later that night Meshulam lay in bed awake and with his door opened, waiting to hear Amir come out of his room. When he was successful he got up and followed him downstairs. He found him in the kitchen as he'd expected.
He walked up behind him and put his arms around him.
Into his ear, he said, “I meant it when I said I love you. You’re what I want. Only you. I want you to love me if you can, but I’ll take you any way I can get you. I didn’t plan this. It just happened, but it’s real and it isn’t going to change.”
Amir had remained still, not trying to get out of Meshulam’s embrace. Meshulam kissed the back of Amir’s neck. He tilted his head and kissed his cheek. Amir turned his head and their lips met.
“Do you love me?” Meshulam asked.
“I don’t know,” Amir said. “I care for you. I appreciate all you’ve done for me…for us. But love? Is it possible? I don’t know. How could that happen? I’m married. We’re married.”
“That makes no difference,” Meshulam said. “That can be changed. My love for you can’t be.”
Amir broke free from Meshulam’s embrace. “I’m going to bed,” he said. “Goodnight.”
The next day was Saturday. The day passed uneventfully with the two wives talking about the plans for the anniversary party they had decided they would give their parents. It had grown to be a large affair in their minds.
Late that afternoon Meshulam came from his bedroom and tapped on Amir and Bennu’s door.
“Yes?” Amir called out.
Meshulam opened the door and came into the room closing the door behindTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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