wemightvefucked:

“C’mon, buddy. No one’s home, and we’ll hear the garage door if mom and dad come back. Just suck it.” He pulled his meat out of his jeans and gave it a squeeze.
I bit my lip. “Here? In the kitchen?”
“Live dangerously, baby bro. I know you want this cock.”
He was right, of course. “Alright, fuck it,” I said, and dropped to my knees. He tasted even better than last time.

wemightvefucked:

“C’mon, buddy. No one’s home, and we’ll hear the garage door if mom and dad come back. Just suck it.” He pulled his meat out of his jeans and gave it a squeeze.

I bit my lip. “Here? In the kitchen?”

“Live dangerously, baby bro. I know you want this cock.”

He was right, of course. “Alright, fuck it,” I said, and dropped to my knees. He tasted even better than last time.

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wemightvefucked:

“You staring at my ass, bro?”
My heart leaped to my throat. He’d caught me. “No!” I lied.
He just shook his head and walked toward me, his long cock and balls swinging from side to side. He was never shy about showing me his body. “It’s cool, you can look all you want,” he assured me. “It’s like a compliment, right? I know you’re gay. Your buddy let it slip.”
I gasped. I was deep in the closet, and now my brother was the second person to know that I liked dick. “Y-yeah,” I stammered. “It’s really nice.”
“What about my package?” he asked, giving it a squeeze. “You like that too?” I nodded nervously. “Why don’t you go ahead and touch it? I won’t tell if you don’t.” He winked at me, and I reached out my hand. How could I resist?

wemightvefucked:

“You staring at my ass, bro?”

My heart leaped to my throat. He’d caught me. “No!” I lied.

He just shook his head and walked toward me, his long cock and balls swinging from side to side. He was never shy about showing me his body. “It’s cool, you can look all you want,” he assured me. “It’s like a compliment, right? I know you’re gay. Your buddy let it slip.”

I gasped. I was deep in the closet, and now my brother was the second person to know that I liked dick. “Y-yeah,” I stammered. “It’s really nice.”

“What about my package?” he asked, giving it a squeeze. “You like that too?” I nodded nervously. “Why don’t you go ahead and touch it? I won’t tell if you don’t.” He winked at me, and I reached out my hand. How could I resist?

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