The lumberjack boyfriend - Morgan’s POV - Chapter 1 (Patreon)

Girlfriend’s family vacation at the lake. July heat thick enough to chew on. Two cabins. Big one for the parents and the kid. Smaller one for me and Jenna. 

I didn’t mind the setup. Free place to drink beer, eat grilled meat, swim, and fuck my girlfriend without anyone breathing down my neck. Everything’s paid by the in-laws, it was perfect. What I didn’t expect was the little brother.

Harry. Twenty-one. Skinny. Glasses. Always got some book in his hand. Jenna called him Harry Potter since he was a big fan of that series and the name stuck in my head the second I heard it. The kid looked exactly like the type who spent more time reading books than talking to real people.

I noticed him staring the moment I got out of the Range Rover. My relationship with Jenna is quite recent but we’re taking things seriously. I’m a grown man and I need to settle.

I’m used to being noticed. Six-foot-three, built from actual work, not some gym. Arms thick from swinging axes and hauling shit at my work. Chest hair, mustache, the whole package. Most people look. This one looked longer than he should have.

I shook the dad’s hand, crushed the kid’s a little on purpose just to see him flinch, and gave him a smirk.

“So you’re the little brother-in-law?”

He mumbled something and disappeared into the cabin with his book. Cute.

The real fun started when I went swimming. Heat was brutal. I finished my beer, stripped down to my boxers, and dove in. When I climbed back onto the dock, water running down my chest and stomach, those black boxers were stuck to me like a second skin. I knew exactly what he could see. Thick outline. Heavy. Half-hard from the cold… and from knowing he was watching.

I looked straight at him. He was frozen behind that book like it could protect him. I smirked and watched him drop his eyes fast.

Yeah. I had him.

Two days later Jenna had to leave for her business, a vet clinic. Some staffing problem. Not paying much attention to her explanation since I was a little bit touched by the beers already. She kissed me like she was sorry, hugged her parents, and drove off. I didn’t make a big deal out of it. Just raised my beer and told them I’d get to know the family better.

Especially the little brother-in-law.

Once the parents left for town to buy food and more drinks, the place got quiet. Just me, the lake, and him.

I waited on the porch of the small cabin, shirt open, hat tilted back, arms crossed. He came out with that same worn paperback, heading for the dock like he thought he could just avoid me.

“Where are you going, Harry Potter?” I called. Then I laughed. “Or should I say Gay Potter?”

He stopped cold and turned around. Look on his face was priceless.

I pushed off the post and walked toward him. Boots heavy on the wood. I knew how I looked — shirt hanging open, sweat on my chest, jeans sitting low. I also knew he couldn’t stop staring.

“You didn’t really think I wouldn’t know my little brother-in-law likes to suck cock, did you?” I said, keeping my voice low. “Your sister told me the first day. Said you were gay and shy. Poor little Gay Potter. Bet you’re not that shy when you’ve got a big cock shoved down your throat.”

He didn’t answer. Just stood there shaking like a leaf. I stepped closer until I could smell the nervousness on him. My own scent was stronger — beer, sweat, lake water, and men work.

“I saw you staring when I took off my clothes to swim,” I continued. “Those little eyes behind the glasses couldn’t look away. And when I got out of the water… those boxers were glued on me. You saw my cock, didn’t you? It was half-hard from the cold… or maybe not just from the cold. I was thinking about your sister’s tight pussy, you know?” I tilted my head.

His mouth was open but nothing came out. I reached out and adjusted his glasses with two fingers. Light touch. He shuddered hard.

“Don’t worry, kid,” I murmured, leaning in so my mustache brushed his ear. ““I’m not gonna do anything you don’t want. I’m not some high-school bully anymore. I’m a grown man with a family, right? And now you’re family too, little brother-in-law. No need to shake when I talk to you.”

I stayed close enough that he could feel the heat coming off me.

“Tonight, once your parents are asleep, you can come over to my cabin. The door will be open. I’ve got an idea for a game you’ll like, since you’re such a big reader. I did a little research on TikTok and saw the posts you like.”

I pulled back just enough to look him in the eye and gave him the slowest, filthiest smile I had.

“Think about it while you read your little book. And don’t forget the glasses. I want to make sure you to see everything pretty clear. See ya later, Gay Potter.”

I turned and walked away without looking back, beer in hand, knowing damn well he was still standing there trying to remember how to breathe.

Little Gay Potter.

I told myself it was just boredom.

Jenna was gone for a few days. Parents were out of the way. Lake was quiet as hell. And that skinny kid with the glasses kept looking at me like I was something he wasn’t supposed to want. That was all. Nothing more to it.

I ain’t gay. Never have been. I like women. Like the way Jenna gets loud when I fuck her deep. Like tits, like pussy, like the soft way girls break when you do ‘em right. That part of me is simple.

But the kid…

Harry. Gay Potter. Whatever his name is real name is, I think it’s Michael. The way he froze up when I caught him staring. The way his throat moved when I stepped in close. The way he smelled almost clean and nervous next to my sweat and beer and dirt. It scratched something in my head I didn’t have a good name for.

I told myself it was about power and control. About having someone smaller get all shaky just from my voice and presence. About knowing I could tell him to get on his knees and he’d probably do it. That ain’t gay. That’s just dominance. Same as putting a loudmouth in his place or breaking a stubborn animal. It makes me feel a real man and I like that feeling.

I told myself it was the novelty. Never had a guy look at me with that much raw hunger before, I don’t hang up with gays so... Girls want me, sure, but they play hard, pretend they are smart and superior. But this was different. Needier. More desperate. It fed something mean and satisfied in my chest.

I told myself it was harmless. Just a game while Jenna was gone. Scare the kid a little. Tease him. Maybe let him watch it closer or touch it once if he was brave enough to show up tonight. 

Then go back to normal when she got back. No real harm. No permanent lines crossed.

What I didn’t say out loud — not even fully in my own head — was how hard I got when he dropped his eyes and swallowed. Or how much I liked the idea of leaving the cabin door open tonight and seeing if Gay Potter would actually walk through it. Or how the thought of that nervous, inexperienced mouth made my cock throb heavier in my jeans than Jenna had since the start of our relationship.

Probably I was just drunk, it must be that.

I cracked another beer, sat back on the porch of my cabin, and stared out at the water.

I ain’t gay. 

I’m just bored.

And the little brother-in-law is right there, already half-broken from a few words and one good look.

That’s all it is.

It has to be.

All characters are consenting adults (18+). All sexual acts depicted are consensual between the characters.