Brother-in-Law Ch. 02

I stepped into the customer lobby just before seven. The door dinged and Dirk stepped in from the shop floor. "Hiya, Billy," he said as he unzipped the front of his navy blue coveralls about halfway down, exposing his white undershirt.

"Hi," I said as I unzipped my coat.

The burly man stepped around me and locked the front door and turned off the open sign. I had only met Dirk once before, when I came in and embarrassed myself after Shep broke up with me. Dirk was the assistant manager of the shop. He was a big, husky man with a bushy beard. He kind of had a 'Grizzly Adams' thing going on. He seemed like a nice guy, though. Shep never had anything bad to say about him.

"We're just finishing up," he said. "Then we'll be ready to go. I'm glad you could make it."

"Okay. Thanks," I said as I gave him a nervous smile. I walked over to the wide window that overlooked the shop floor. I watched Shep slide from under a car. He pushed up onto his feet and pulled a rag out of his pocket and wiped his hands. He looked up and saw me and gave me a wave, then headed over to the sink. I watched him talking and laughing with his co-workers and it brought a smile to my face.

"Shep's happy these days."

I was startled by Dirk's gruff voice behind me. He moved up next to me and gave me a pat me on the back. "I'm not gonna bite ya, kid."

"Sorry," I muttered.

"The difference is night and day. You're good for him. You make him happy. And it shows in his work."

"He makes me happy, too."

I looked up at Dirk and he nodded. He looked down at me and his mouth curled up in a smile, but there was a sadness in his eyes that I knew all too well. The big man was lonely.

"Where's the boss?" I asked.

"Mac took Mike up to his cabin for the weekend. He left me in charge of these misfits while he goes and goofs off," he grumbled, but the twinkle in his eye said that he didn't mind it.

"Nice. It pays to be the boss, huh?"

"Yup. It's good for him, though. He works too much. I'm gonna close up shop. You can go out onto the floor and talk to Shep if you want. Just don't touch anything."

"Okay. Thanks."

Dirk nodded and I pushed open the shop door and stepped out onto the floor.

"Hey, Billy," Shep said with a grin on his face. "Come meet the guys."

Shep introduced me to a group of six other mechanics. They all seemed like nice, down-to-earth guys. I really liked that they were comfortable with me and Shep even though they were all straight guys. At least I assumed they were. My gaydar wasn't the best, but I knew that Dirk was gay though. I guess the guys who worked here would have to be comfortable with gay guys since they had both a gay owner and an assistant manager.

I rode with Shep in his truck to the restaurant. The bar and grill had TVs all over the walls and had a definite sports bar feel to it. We pushed together a couple of tables and ordered pitchers of beers. Dirk stocked us up with wing platters for everyone to share.

The whole evening was way out of my comfort zone, but I had a really good time. The best part was seeing Shep interact with his co-workers. They laughed and joked and treated him no different than before he came out. There was a bit of ribbing about the divorce and some gay-related teasing, but neither Shep nor I took offense. I think the positive support of his co-workers will really benefit Shep as he comes to terms with being open about his sexuality.

***

"You okay, Billy?"

His voice snapped me out of my daydream. I looked up and focused my eyes on Shep, sitting across the table from me. "Oh. Yeah. I'm fine," I said with a shrug while I pushed my lemon chicken around my plate with my fork.

Shep reached across the table and took my hand. "Talk to me, Billy. We gotta talk if we want this to work. Communication, remember?"

I put down my fork and let out a sigh and laced my fingers with Shep's. "You're right, Shep."

"I want this to work, Billy. You and me. Whatever it takes."

I nodded. "Me too, Shep. I was thinking about Christmas. What are we going to do? I don't think I'm particularly welcome at my parents house. And you haven't come out to yours yet."

Shep sighed and closed his eyes. "I know. I've been avoiding it."

"Well, it's only been two weeks since you've moved back in. I don't want you to rush things if you're not ready. Really, it's probably not a good idea. I just wish things could be different... You'll probably go to your parents... I guess I'll stay here..."

"You're not going to be alone on Christmas, Billy. I'll be here with you. Will this be the first Christmas you spent away from your family?"

"Yeah," I said with a nod. "It seems like we always got on each other's nerves or got into fights, but we were together."

"Why don't you go take a warm shower and relax. I'll clean up in here, okay?"

"That sounds good right now."

I stood up and Shep pulled me into a hug. He leaned down and kissed me tenderly. "I love you, Billy."

"I love you too, Shep."

He gave me a smack on the ass and turned me around and pushed me towards the door. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Once it got nice and steamy, I stripped and stepped inside. I closed my eyes and stood under the hot water, letting it run all over me. I stood there for a few minutes just slowly breathing. I grabbed the soap and washed myself until I was good and clean all over.

I heard the water running in the sink and I peeked out from behind the curtain. Shep was stripped down to his boxer shorts, brushing his teeth at the sink.

I rinsed my hair, then turned off the shower and stepped out. Shep quickly spit and set his toothbrush down. He grabbed a bath towel and wrapped me up and began drying me off. While he rubbed the towel all over me, he peppered my face and head with little mint-flavored kisses.

"That's nice, Shep," I said with a sigh, leaning into his arms, and letting him pamper me.

He moved around in front of me and squatted down. He rubbed the towel all over my legs, then my cock and balls. I looked down at him squatting in front of me. The sight of my big, hairy man inches from my dick was a total turn-on. My dick jerked and began to slowly rise.

"Well, what do we have here?" Shep said with a snicker.

Shep leaned forward and swiped his tongue along the underside of my dick. I let out a soft moan as warm wetness circled around the head. I reached down and rubbed my hands through Shep's thick blond hair. Shep took me deeper into his mouth.

"Shep... feels so good..."

His meaty fingers stroked the base as Shep slowly bobbed his mouth up and down. His lips formed a tight seal while his mouth gently sucked. He couldn't take me all the way down to the base, but his hand action made up for it.

"God, you do that so good," I whispered. "Just like I like it..."

Shep's other hand rolled and fondled my balls. It wasn't long before they tightened up and drew into my body.

"Shep," I moaned. I pushed my hips forward, urging Shep to take more into his mouth. His eyes looked up at me and I stared into those deep blue pools as I pumped in and out of his mouth, taking care not to choke him. Shep's hand circled my shaft, keeping it from going too deep, sliding up and down with his mouth. Shep's combination handjob/blowjob took me right over the edge.

My body went tight and I let out a soft moan. "I'm gonna come..."

I tried to step back, but Shep grabbed my hips and pulled me forward. Oh, god, he wanted to take my load. It was just too much. I pushed my hips back and forth twice more and cried out, "I'm coming, Shep!"

My knees buckled and the muscles in my groin contracted and I came. Over and over, I spurted hot jizz into Shep's sucking mouth. I gripped his shoulders to keep myself from slumping to the floor.

Shep let my wet dick fall from his mouth. He looked up at me proudly as he made a show of swallowing. He wanted me to see what he was doing. I tightened my hands on his shoulders and looked down at him in amazement and surprise and lust. He licked his red, swollen lips and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I helped him up to his feet and I wrapped my arms around his beefy body.

"I love you so much," I whispered huskily as I reached into the fly of his boxer shorts and found his throbbing cock, dripping wet with pre-come.

"I wanted this to be all for you, Billy," Shep said quietly.

"If you don't want me to--"

"I didn't say that," he said with a laugh.

I smiled and planted kisses down his furry chest and belly as I dropped to my knees. I pulled Shep's shorts down and grabbed his dick. He was so rock hard, all ready to go. I pulled the foreskin back and stared at the purple helmet, swollen with need. I skinned it back and forth and a drip of pearly liquid leaked out of the slit. I took him into my mouth and slowly descended inch after inch until my nose was buried in his furry bush. That got him growling again. If I could have smiled, I would have, but my mouth was full. Very full.

"Christ, that's good," he groaned. "Suck it. Suck my cock... Take it down your throat, baby..."

I flicked my tongue around the underside as I stared sliding up, applying firm suction. I slowly slid back down, repeating it over and over. With each upstroke, my tongue swirled around the head and tickled the little area where his foreskin joined under the crown. Shep groaned and grabbed my head in his big hands.

"Gotta fuck you, Billy," he said with a grunt.

Shep's fingers twisted in my hair and he pulled me to my feet. He turned me around roughly and pushed against my back, bending me over the sink. I braced myself as Shep kicked my feet apart. He opened one of the drawers and pulled out a beat-up tube of lube. I stared at him through the mirror, watching him squeeze and then smear the cold gel between my cheeks. He squeezed it along his swollen and aching length, then pressed the head against my opening. His eyes met mine in the mirror as he pushed forward.

I gripped the sink as he grabbed my hips and started to thrust. He took me hard and fast. I braced myself and took it, pushing back at him, squeezing him with my muscles, trying to get him off good and hard. It didn't take him long to get there.

Shep grunted and growled, "I'm gonna fucking come!"

Shep's hands tightened on my waist and with a roar, he filled me with his wet heat. He slumped down across my back and tried to catch his breath. He planted kisses along my neck and shoulder. "Good, baby... So damn good..."

He let out a deep breath and his cock went soft enough to slide out of me. As he stepped back, a trail of warm spunk dripped down my leg.

"Well, so much for that shower," I said. "I'm all sweaty and dirty again."

"Oops. I guess that's my fault," he said with a chuckle. "Come on. I'll scrub you clean."

***

"Are you sure about this?" I asked as I got out of Shep's truck.

"I'm sure. It's time, Billy. I can't keep hiding."

He shut the truck door and I stepped up next to him as we walked up the sidewalk to his parents' house. I had never been to the house where Shep grew up. It was an older home in a cookie cutter subdivision. All of the houses looked very similar.

I looked back at Shep, stopping him on the sidewalk before we got to the porch. "Shep. I don't want you to do this because you think I want you to. I wasn't trying to pressure you."

"I know that, baby. The fact of the matter is, we're not really a secret anymore. More and more people know about us. Your family, the guys at work... Mom and Dad are gonna find out sooner or later, if Wendy didn't already tell them out of spite."

"Maybe it would be better if it was just you and your parents."

"Chicken."

"Damn right I'm chicken!"

I took a deep breath as we stepped onto the porch of the small ranch home. The house was decorated country style, white with blue trim. A ceramic rooster by the front door caught my attention and I concentrated on it as I fought to keep my nerves in check.

Shep knocked on the door as he pushed it open. "Hello?"

Mrs. Bannister rushed to the front door to greet us. "Shep, honey." She gave Shep a kiss on the cheek and then turned to me. "Hello."

"Mom, you remember Billy Harper."

"Right. The middle brother."

I nodded and gave her a smile, in hopes that my nervousness didn't show. "Yes, ma'am. It's good to see you again."

Mrs. Bannister cut her eyes between Shep and me. She quickly looked away. "I have coffee brewing," she mumbled as she disappeared.

Oh shit. She knows something is up.

I looked up at Shep and he shrugged. I grabbed his arm and whispered in his ear, "This is a bad idea."

I followed Shep to the kitchen and we each got a mug of coffee. I followed Shep to the living room where his father was leaned back in his La-Z-Boy recliner watching TV.

"Hey, Dad," Shep said as he walked up and held out his hand.

The older man looked up and shook his hand. "Sit down. Watch the game."

He turned back to the TV, ignoring me and I stepped back, moving slightly behind Shep. I didn't pick up any warm and fuzzy feelings from Mr. Bannister.

Mrs. Bannister sat down in the other chair while Shep and I sat on the sofa. My leg twitched nervously and I grabbed it in an effort to steady my nerves. I took a sip of my coffee and put the mug back on the coffee table.

"So," Shep said. He took a deep breath. "I wanted to come by to talk to you about something important."

Mr. Bannister looked up from the TV, his eyes moving between the two of us.

Shep cleared his throat. "So, you know I've been living with Billy since Wendy and I split up..."

Mr. Bannister frowned and shook his head. The disappointment was all over his face.

"Shep," I interrupted quietly. I shook my head at him.

Shep ignored me. He took my hand in his and squeezed it tight. "Billy and I... We're a couple."

Mrs. Bannister gasped. Mr. Bannister furrowed his brow and looked at us as if he was confused.

"Mom. Dad. I'm gay."

Mr. Bannister's face went red.

"Dad--"

"I think you should go now."

I looked at Shep and started to get up. Shep pushed me back down. "Listen, Dad. I know you don't want to hear this, but you're gonna have to."

Mr. Bannister glared at me while he spoke to Shep. "You don't ever fucking listen, do you? I told you to stay away from him. And now you let him turn you into a god damn--"

I couldn't sit there and take it anymore and before I could censor myself, I blurted out, "I didn't make Shep gay. He was born gay."

Time stood still and everything seemed frozen in place before all hell broke loose.

Mr. Bannister leapt to his feet. "What did you say? Are you trying to say this is our fault? You little cocksucker-- I won't stand for this-- Not in my own house!"

Shep's dad clenched his fists and moved towards me and I jumped up and started to back away.

"Dad!" Shep shouted. "Come on. Let's talk about this--"

Mr. Bannister pushed Shep's hand away and stepped towards me. Before he could grab me, Shep shoved his dad against the wall. He pushed his forearm against his throat and got in his face. "Dad! Calm down! I don't want to hurt you, but you will not put your hands on him... ever."

Mr. Bannister brought his arms up and knocked Shep backward. "Get the fuck out!" he spat.

Shep swiped at his chin, clearing off his dad's spittle. Shep then held his head up and he grabbed my hand. "Come on, Billy." He yanked open the front door, then turned back to his parents. His dad stood there red-faced and fuming while Mrs. Bannister stood behind him in shock.

Shep shook his head in disappointment. "I'm the same man I always was. I just... I thought you'd want to know the real me."

As Mr. Bannister slammed his front door shut, Shep tugged at my hand and practically dragged me back to his truck. He opened the passenger door for me and I got in and buckled my seat belt. I watched him walk around the front of the truck, then get into the driver's seat. He seemed way too calm.

"Shep? Are you okay?"

"What? I'm fine, Billy. That actually went better than I thought it would. Let's go home."

I looked at Shep in shock and wondered 'went better than what?', but I let it go. If Shep needed to believe the words he just uttered then I would support him.

He started up the truck and put it in gear and drove us home without another word.

***

"Fuck, you make my cock hard," Shep growled as he pushed me back onto the bed.

I had just asked again if he wanted to talk about what happened this afternoon at his parents. He was deflecting the question. Again. But seeing him standing there in all his naked glory, all big and hairy and hard...

We could talk later. I could tell Shep needed this. And quite frankly, I needed to reconnect with him after that scene at his parents' house.

I pushed off my boxer briefs and pulled my t-shirt over my head and tossed them onto the floor. I rolled over onto my hands and knees and looked back over my shoulder and gave him my best "come and get me, big boy" face.

Shep grabbed the base of his cock and groaned. "Oh fuck. You make my body ache."

He slid onto his knees behind me and leaned over me, kissing a trail down my spine while his hands rubbed up and down my smooth skin.

I looked back at him with complete love and adoration, emotions welling up inside me. My body felt like it was on fire wherever his rough, calloused hands touched me. "You make my heart and my body burn, Shep."

Shep swallowed and closed his eyes. "I just love you so fucking much," he whispered. "I've never felt this level of emotion with anyone. Ever. That's why I got so freaked out. But I don't want to hide from it or run from it. I want it all with you, Billy."

I tilted my head back and we kissed hard and deep, both of us pouring all of our emotions into the kiss.

Shep moved back, kissing his way to my ass, planting kisses on each cheek. His hands rubbed down my back, and squeezed my ass. He kicked my knees further apart with his. His big hands gripped my cheeks and pulled them apart.

"Christ, Billy," he whispered.

Shep grabbed the lube and rubbed it into my crack. He rubbed his slippery fingers around my tight flesh, tracing a circle, closing in until he pressed a pair of fingers into me.

I hissed as he breached me. "Give it to me, Shep. Please."

Shep moved closer on his knees. He grabbed his dick and slapped it against my ass. My body quivered and I let out a whimper.

"This what you want, Billy? Huh?" He slapped the head of his hot cock against my hole twice. "You want this fat cock inside your tight little butt?"

I grabbed handfuls of the sheets and pushed back against Shep. "Yes, Shep. I want it."

Shep's big hands squeezed and kneaded my ass cheeks. He spread them apart and I heard him take in a sharp breath. "Fuck, that's nice," he whispered. "Tight little hole..."

I felt the calloused pad of his thumb run over my twitching hole. Shep leaned down, pressing his hairy torso against my back. He pressed his lips to the back of my neck, kissing along to my ear. His tongue flicked along the edge. "You ever had anyone eat your ass before?"

I gasped a ragged breath. "No," I squeaked.

"I've been told I'm quite skilled with my tongue," he whispered huskily as his tongue snaked out and flicked across my ear lobe.

I closed my eyes and held my breath. My hands clenched around the sheets in anticipation as Shep laid kisses down my spine.

Shep's warm, wet tongue slid across my hole and I swear I almost came. His tongue swirled around my puckered flesh, darting in and around. I dropped my head down to my shoulders and moaned. My entire body shuddered as Shep ate my ass. When he pressed his tongue into my opening, my dick lurched and dripped a strand of pre-come onto the sheets. He tongue fucked me until I couldn't stand it anymore.