This is the second part of the story "My Sister's Boyfriend", a story based on completely real events that started happening to me in June of last year, when I met Marc, my sister's new boyfriend, who was a real ladies' man and who our first contact ended with me spying on him jerking off a championship-sized cock in the shower. Since I've seen that some of you have commented that you liked it, I'm going to continue it. If you like it, please take a few seconds to comment on what you liked or what you would improve.

The thing is that until then I considered myself more heterosexual. I had a girlfriend and yes, guys turned me on, and I had had some jerk-off sessions and even some quick blowjobs with some strangers from Grindr, but I had never gotten so hooked on the image of a neighborhood stud. That guy who was about 4 years older than me, who had arms that were twice as big as mine, who I had met with those sweaty, muscular pecs, who I had seen naked, who had a hairless, championship-sized ass and whose bull-like cock made me dream of getting fucked for the first time, made me feel a lot of doubts.

Because of all that, I spent a few days with an internal conflict that I didn't know how to resolve. On the one hand, I still wanted to have my perfect life with Carla, a great girl from a wealthy family who I had been dating for two months, or with any other interesting girl, to have an easy life. But on the other hand, Marc, in just a couple of hours, with a couple of phrases and a couple of very hot situations, had managed to make me feel things that I had never felt before. I wanted, no, I needed to smell him again, to see his jawline, his muscular body, sweaty and worked out, to feel inferior, vulnerable, and stuttering, and for him to make me feel with a cocky smile that I was capable of taking care of myself and that everything was okay by his side. That my heart would beat stronger the closer he got to me and that just by feeling him near me, my cock would wake up and start dripping semen automatically and uncontrollably.

I thought about these things nonstop for several days until I suddenly heard his name. Okay, I'm eating with my family. Your mom and dad have worried faces, and your sister has her good girl face, so she's either making an excuse or asking for a favor. Don't make weird faces or show interest, don't make them think that the topic suddenly interests you.

"I'm not going to buy anything I don't need, but what am I supposed to do if my friends entertain themselves shopping in the afternoons? Stay home? Stop having friends?" my sister said.

"The problem is not that you go to a mall to have fun, the problem is that you spend all the money we give you on your whims, which is not little, and you keep asking for more and more every week," my father sentenced. My sister had never shown interest in working. Or studying. Or anything. And since she was the oldest and my parents were the typical ...