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Owen was sitting on top of the toilet in the last stall, his boots spread wide, sucking his lollipop. “You want a taste?” he taunted, holding out the lollipop, his tongue stained cherry red. I wanted more than a taste. I wanted to fucking devour him. “Your sorry ass is coming out with me tonight,” my roommate Finn had insisted earlier that evening. “Ugh. Just leave me alone,” I protested. “Dude,” Finn scoffed. “You haven’t left this apartment since Reese dumped you two weeks ago. You need to get out. You need to get laid. It’s the only way you’re gonna move on.” “Fine,” I acquiesced, rummaging through the pile of neglected laundry in the corner of my room for something to wear. “Put on your CK jeans—the tight ones,” Finn insisted. “They make your dick look huge.” Thirty minutes and one Uber ride later, we were standing in line to get into Club Throb, the new gay club in the Village. “Christ,” I groaned, spotting several guys in line wearing cowboy boots and Stetson hats. “You didn’t tell me it’s country western night.” “Like it fucking matters,” Finn objected. “The only goal here tonight is to get your dick wet.” Once inside, the dance floor was a sea of twinks, clad in boots and Daisy Dukes, grinding up against any warm body that parted their waters while Tim McGraw blasted from the DJ booth. “See anything you like?” Finn asked as we sipped our vodka tonics at the bar and looked out at the dance floor. “There’s gotta be some piece of ass out there who you’d like to fuck.” “Nothing yet,” I lied, for my eyes had settled on one particular guy on the dance floor. Tall and statuesque in a pair of boots, he looked cute as fuck with a lollipop stick hanging out of one side of his mouth. Dancing alone in the middle of the floor, a spotlight illuminated his every move. And then it happened—he looked toward the bar and locked eyes with me. I gave a bashful smile as he rolled the lollipop from one corner of his mouth to the other. And then he was parting the floor, making a bee line towards me. “I’m Owen,” he smiled as he approached me, never taking the lollipop out of his mouth. “Uh—I’m Martin,” I stammered. “And this is my roommate—” I turned toward Finn, but he had already abandoned me, leaving me to sink or swim on my own with Owen. Never good at small talk, I suddenly felt dumb and awkward in front of Owen. Standing in front of me, his shirt undone to show off his lithe body, I realized he was several years younger than me, probably just barely old enough to get into the club. I found myself looking down at his boots, which appeared to be too big for him. “They’re my dad’s boots,” Owen explained, noting I was staring at them. “I borrowed them for tonight. You kinda remind me of my dad,” he smiled. “Jesus,” I laughed. “Because I’m older than you?” “No,” Owen shook his head. “Because you’re, like, really handsome. You wanna dance?” “Um—sure,” I answered, still taken aback that this cute, young guy was into me. “Lemme just finish this drink first.” Unwilling to wait, Owen grabbed the vodka tonic out of my hand and, tipping it back with the lollipop still in his mouth, downed the drink in one, quick gulp. “Now it’s finished,” Owen winked, slamming the empty tumbler down on the bar top and leading me out into the crowd. Our chemistry on the dance floor was unreal. Owen pushed his body against mine, grinding into me. He smelled amazing—an intoxicating mix of sweat and Sauvage cologne, with a slight undertone of cherries from his lollipop. Gyrating his ass against my crotch, my big dick hardening in response, there was no question that Owen was down to fuck. “You wanna get out of here?” I shouted into his ear, struggling to be heard over a Rascal Flatts song that was booming through the club. “Come back to my place?” “No. I want you inside me now,” Owen shouted back. “Meet me in the men’s room, last stall.” But before I could protest, Owen had slipped away from me, charging through the crowd towards the men’s room. I’m no prude. I know guys fuck in the men’s room at gay clubs all the time, but shit like that had never been my scene. I felt conflicted. I liked Owen, and I really wanted to fuck him, but I couldn’t wrap my brain around a tawdry, toilet-stall fuck. Just then, my roommate Finn appeared at my side. “What happened to the hottie, the one you were dancing with?” Finn asked, scanning the club. “He—uh—he wants me to fuck his ass in the men’s room,” I explained hesitantly. “Then why the fuck are you standing out here?” Finn demanded. “Get your ass in that men’s room and fuck the shit out of that hot, little twink. Dude. You need to live a little.” Finn was right. I needed to live, and I needed to get over my bad breakup with Reese. Fucking Owen in the men’s room at Club Throb was just what the doctor ordered. Pushing my way through the crowd, I made my way to the men’s room. Owen was sitting on top of the toilet in the last stall, his boots spread wide, sucking his lollipop. “You want a taste?” he taunted, holding out the lollipop, his tongue stained cherry red. “Yeah,” I replied, taking his lollipop into my mouth, a burst of cherry on my tongue as I pushed the stick to the corner of my mouth. “But I want more from you than this fucking lollipop.” “It’s all yours,” Owen responded, standing and dropping his pants, bracing himself against the toilet, his firm ass presented for my use. His hole looked wet and puffy—unquestionably used. “You already had some cock in here tonight?” I asked, my finger probing his cummy hole. “Yeah,” he turned back and winked. “One or two—or five,” he laughed. “Why not make it number six?” Normally, I’m not the type to go around fucking sloppy cum dumps. But I couldn’t turn down Owen’s ass. He was hot as fuck, and his pink cunt, rimmed with a fine layer of downy fur, was just begging to be defiled. With his lollipop still in my mouth, I unzipped my pants, pulled out my hard eight-incher, and mounted Owen with one, quick thrust. “Fuck, you’re thick,” Owen gasped, bracing himself against the toilet. “Damn, you’ve got a hole stretcher.” “Glad you like it,” I replied, raising his ass to go deeper. His wet cunt felt incredible and was exactly what I needed. Grabbing Owen by the shoulders, I began a calculated assault on his ass, with the goal of dumping a massive load inside his used hole. “Yeah, fuck me,” Owen moaned. “Fucking destroy my hole.” Giving him his wish, I began to jackhammer his hole at a frenzied pace. My balls were slapping hard against his ass, when I looked over my shoulder and realized I hadn’t closed the stall door. A voyeuristic crowd of guys had gathered in the men’s room to watch us. “Yeah—fuck his ass,” called out one guy. “I’m next to plug him,” laughed another. Plowing Owen’s ass with a crowd watching and cheering me on from behind was a major turn on. I wanted to last longer in his amazing cunt, but it was a losing battle. The cum rising in my shaft, I knew my load was imminent. “I’m about to bust,” I warned Owen urgently, giving him one, last, deep thrust. “Yeah, breed me,” Owen begged. “Seed that faggot,” shouted someone in the crowd, just as my nuts contracted and expelled my load deep inside Owen, flooding his guts. “Fuck, that was good,” I exhaled, pulling out of Owen, my load dripping from his wrecked hole with an audible splat on the tiled floor. “Lemme buy you a drink,” I offered Owen as I stuffed my spent cock back into my jeans. “Um—I think I’m gonna stay in here a bit longer,” he replied, eyeing the eager crowd of horny guys who had gathered in the men’s room. “Oh—uh—sure,” I agreed, suddenly feeling a bit dejected. “You want your lollipop back?” I offered, taking it from my mouth. “You keep it,” Owen winked. “I’d rather have your number,” I replied, sucking on the lollipop again. “I’d love to see you again.” “Sure, man,” Owen agreed. “Give me your phone.” Owen quickly tapped out his number in my list of contacts, and returned the phone to me. “Thanks,” I offered sheepishly, stepping aside as the next guy entered the stall, his pants already unzipped, his hard cock eager to be inside Owen’s wet, used hole. Staggering back into the booming sound of the club, I tried to find Finn. I finally spotted him on the dance floor, grinding up against a burly bearded guy in leather chaps. Good for him, I smiled to myself. Leaving the heated frenzy of Club Throb, I stood in the cool night air of the sidewalk and summoned an Uber. Snug in my bed a half hour later, my balls emptied, I slept like a baby. I waited three days before calling Owen, as I didn’t want to seem too desperate to see him again. With my heart in my throat, I dialed his number. A woman answered. The number he had given me was to a candy shop in SoHo, specializing in lollipops. She didn’t know anyone named Owen. Fucker. #fuck #gay #porn

https://t.me/+qIkl6VOqKIRkNjc0 “Jesus, Mikey,” he exclaimed, covering his huge cock with a towel upon emerging from the hot tub, a cigar in his mouth. “How much did you see?” I stood in silence before him. Aghast. I could not speak in the face of his brutal masculinity, especially considering what I had just witnessed. “How much did you fucking see?” he demanded again. Living at home with your parents isn’t exactly the greatest when you’re a twenty-year-old college guy. But it had some perks. My dad didn’t charge me for rent or utilities, and my stepmom did my wash and cooked my meals. My stepmom Brandi was only a few years older than me, and she felt more like a cool big sister than a wicked stepmother. She would often hang out with me by the pool or in the hot tub, clad in a bikini that showed off her smokin’ hot body. Brandi knew I was gay and would often go topless, trusting that I wasn’t going to try anything while she worked on her tan lines. I wasn’t supposed to be home that day. My classes were in the morning, and I had a job delivering pizzas in the afternoon. It had been a slow day, so my boss told me to clock out. It was beautiful outside, and so I decided to go home and chill by the pool while reading for my bio class. I should have known something was up when I noticed Meat’s truck parked on the street. Meat was my dad’s best buddy, having served in the Marines together right out of high school. Meat was sexy as fuck, built like a brick house, and covered in man fur. A man’s man, he smoked cigars, cursed a blue streak, and was always telling dirty jokes. I had jacked off thinking about Meat many times, but knew my fantasies were just that. He was happily married with two kids who were only slightly younger than me. Meat often came by the house to drink beer and hang with my dad, yet my dad was out of town that day for work. Meat’s truck on the street should have been a red flag, but I dismissed it as I grabbed my backpack out of my car and went around the side of the house to get to the patio. I had just started to unlatch the patio gate when I stopped dead in my tracks. Through the palm trees that lined the pool deck, I could make out two people in the hot tub. And then I heard what they were saying. “Come on, baby. Show me that pink pussy,” Meat ordered as my stepmom Brandi stood up and bent over the side of the hot tub. She was completely naked, her big tits undulating as she bent forward and presented her cunt to him. “You want this pussy?” Brandi teased, reaching back between her legs and fingering her cunt. “You gonna give me that big cock?” Instantly, Meat stood up in the hot tub. I almost came in my pants when I got my first glimpse of his massive cock. Jesus Christ. He had to be hung at least twelve inches. Suddenly his nickname, earned during his stint in the Marines, made perfect sense. His cock looked like a fucking arm and sat atop two, grapefruit-sized balls that were pendulating as Meat stood behind Brandi, preparing to mount her pussy from behind. “Mmm,” she moaned as he impaled her with his big cock. “I love your big cock inside me.” I stood frozen in disbelief. On the one hand, this was the best porn I had ever seen. On the other, I was witnessing my dad’s best friend fucking my dad’s wife. It was a total betrayal on both sides. Yet I couldn’t look away. “Fuck, yeah. Take this big cock,” Meat barked, reaching around to tug at Brandi’s big tits as he pummeled her pussy from behind. She was bent over the side of the hot tub as he stood in it, the water sloshing about as he banged the shit out of her. With his hands moved to her hips, Meat raised Brandi’s ass and pushed deeper into her. His balls were slapping hard against her cunt as she began to emit a low moan. “Am I gettin’ you baby? You gonna cum for me?” Meat asked as Brandi’s feral moaning increased in both pitch and intensity. “Oh, fuuuuuck,” Brandi suddenly screamed as her body writhed in orgasmic bliss. “Yeah, baby. I’m gonna cum with you,” Meat growled, increasing his pace as Brandi continued to squeal in delight. “Aww, FUCK,” he grunted, thrusting deeper inside Brandi as his balls released inside her. “God, I love your big cock,” Brandi exhaled as Meat pulled out of her, his load gushing out of her pussy and dropping audibly into the hot tub. “Thanks for the great fuck,” she winked, wrapping herself in a towel and kissing Meat on the cheek. “I need to shower and get dinner started, but you’re welcome to stay and enjoy the hot tub.” Brandi had no sooner left when Meat reached for his cigar and lighter placed off to the side of the hot tub. I remained frozen in place as Meat sat back in the tub and enjoyed his post-coital smoke … until I sneezed. “What the—?” Meat snarled, looking in my direction and spotting me hidden behind the palms. With lightning speed he was out of the hot tub, the cigar still in his mouth as he scrambled to cover his big cock with a towel. “Jesus, Mikey,” he confronted me. “How much did you see?” I stood silent before him, unable to form a response considering what I had just witnessed. “How much did you fucking see?” he demanded again. “Everything,” I confessed in shock. “You fucked my dad’s wife in our hot tub. How could you do that to my dad? He’s your best friend.” “Marriage is complicated, man,” Meat groaned, looking askance. “You’re still too young to understand. I love my wife, but she’s got a good twenty years on Brandi. Sometimes I want to feel young again and fuck a hot, young bitch like her. And just because Brandi loves my big dick, doesn’t mean she doesn’t still love your dad.” “I get that,” I replied, trying to understand. “But you’re my dad’s best friend. It would kill him to know you’re plugging his wife.” “I feel bad about that, boy. And I’m sorry,” he placated. “But sometimes a man thinks more with that brain in his cock than the one in his head. Look, boy. This ultimately doesn’t involve you. Can you promise not to tell your dad what you saw here today?” “I dunno,” I demurred. “It feels like I’m betraying my dad if I don’t say something.” I wanted to be firm and speak with conviction, but the truth was that I couldn’t take my eyes off Meat’s hairy, muscular body, or the outline of his huge cock, barely concealed by the towel in his hand. And Meat noticed. “What if—what if I gave you something you wanted?” Meat ventured, dropping his towel and gripping his huge, hard cock with his right hand. “What?” I feigned in confusion, though I knew damn well what he was offering. “Don’t be coy with me, boy,” he sneered, the cigar still in his mouth. “Your dad told me you’re a faggot. And I’ve never met a faggot who could resist this big cock.” And he was right. I couldn’t resist. I reached for the side of the hot tub and gripped it as I pulled down my pants. “No, boy,” he barked. “Suck it for me first. Get it wet.” Following orders, I immediately dropped to my knees and took the head of his cock into my mouth. I could taste some of his salty cum still remaining at his slit, and something foreign to me — Brandi’s pussy. “I bet you’ve never tasted a female cunt before, faggot,” Meat laughed, taking a drag on his cigar and shoving his huge cock all the way down my throat. “Watch your fuckin’ teeth,” he admonished as I strained to widen my jaw as much as humanly possible. It felt like my jaw would become unhinged. “That’s enough,” he finally barked. “Time for you to bend over for it.” Once again, I followed orders and bent over the side of the hot tub for him, bracing myself for impact. Meat withdrew his cigar and carefully placed it near me on the edge of the hot tub. “SHIT,” I screamed as Meat ripped my hole in two. The pain was searing and I bit my lip trying to endure it. “Slow up,” I begged. “Gimme a minute.” But Meat either didn’t hear me or, more likely, ignored me as he proceeded to pummel the shit out of me. With his hands on my shoulders, and his balls slapping my ass, Meat fucked me deeper than any cock I had ever had. And the most amazing part was that his huge cock was starting to feel good. No — it was starting to feel fucking amazing. “Jesus, I love fucking faggots,” Meat belted, with no break in his frenetic pace. “It reminds me of when your dad and I used to fuck faggots during our time in the Marines. I was kind and always let your dad breed the faggot first so he wouldn’t fall in after me,” Meat laughed. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Never had my dad confessed to fucking guys in the past, even when I came out to him. This was a revelation. “You like this big cock in your cunt, boy?” Meat demanded, jackhammering me with incredible force. “It’s about time you had a real man’s cock in you, and not all that college-boy dick you’ve been getting.” I hated that he was right, but it was true. His massive cock was beyond comparison. I didn’t want it to stop, but Meat had other plans. “Aww, FUCK, faggot,” he soon roared. “I’m about to fuckin’ breed you. Get ready for this load … FUCK … SHIT.” Like an earthquake, Meat’s body trembled as he gave up his seed to me. “Jesus,” I gasped as shot after shot of Meat’s warm load spurted inside me, flooding my guts. “Yeah, fucking breed me,” I begged. “Fuck, you gotta hot cunt,” Meat exclaimed, pulling out of me and leaving a cavernous void where his cock had been. Instantly, I could feel his load escaping my wrecked hole and running down my leg. “It’s been a long time since my dick had some faggot ass,” Meat continued, picking up his cigar and taking a drag. “I’d forgotten how damn good it feels.” Meat handed me his towel as he slipped back into the hot tub, the warm water cleaning his spent cock. “So, we’re good now?” he asked in a puff of smoke. “You’re not gonna tell your dad that I fucked his wife?” “No,” I replied, wiping his massive load from my ass crack and my legs. “I don’t like that you’re fucking Brandi, but I won’t tell my dad about it.” “Whew. That’s a relief,” Meat exhaled, dropping the ash of his cigar over the side of the hot tub. “And don’t worry, boy. I’ve decided that I’m not gonna fuck Brandi’s pussy anymore. It’s not fair to your dad. Plus, I’ve got your tight cunt now.” #sex #gay #incest #fuck

“Fuck,” I grunted, tipping my head back as I blasted my load into his eager cunt. I didn’t even know his name. But did it matter? He was just another frat boy who came sniffing around for some dick. And I was happy to deliver. “Don’t forget to call a realtor today,” my wife nagged as she left for work that morning. “Ugh,” I groaned. “I don’t wanna move. I like this house.” “You like living on frat row?” she quipped. “I’m sick of the constant noise, the wild parties, and drunk guys puking in our bushes at 3 am.” “It’s not that bad,” I protested. “Yes it is,” she insisted, rubbing her swollen, pregnant belly. “And I’m not raising our child next to a frat house.” We didn’t exactly live next to a frat house, I wanted to point out, but there were about a dozen fraternity house on our street. That was the price for living close to campus. As a young professor, I loved being able to bike to my office and classes. So what if it meant dealing with a few frat parties in the neighborhood? Okay, maybe more than a few. But the real reason I loved living near all those frat houses was because of how many frat boys were looking to get dicked down by a slightly older guy like me. Don’t get me wrong. Fucking my wife was great. But nothing compares to the savage brutality of shoving your cock up another man’s ass. I should’ve stopped fucking guys when I got married, but it was like asking a junkie to give up his fix. It didn’t help that scoring a piece of ass in the neighborhood was just too easy. All I had to do was take off my shirt and do just about anything in my front yard—mow the lawn, check the mail, wash the car—and soon some horny frat boy would pass by and chat me up, eager to get in my pants. That particular afternoon was no different. I was weeding the flowerbeds, shirtless of course, when a twink frat boy passed by on his way back from class, a backpack hanging from one shoulder. “Nice house,” the frat boy commented. Yet his eyes were on my bulging crotch, sweat dripping down my treasure trail. “Thanks,” I replied, adjusting my package, the flimsy material of my athletic shorts clinging to my big, sweaty cock. “The house was built in the ‘40s.” “Wow,” he exclaimed, his eyes traveling up and down my muscular body. “They don’t make them like that anymore.” “Want to come inside?” I offered. “I could give you a tour . . . of the bedroom.” Five minutes later, the frat boy twink was on my bed—the one I share with my wife—with his legs spread wide, my big cock up his ass. While destroying his pretty, pink cunt, I noticed my wife’s eyes staring at me from her wedding picture on the bed table, which turned me on even more, making my cock harder. It felt good to be bad. “You’re so big,” the frat boy squealed in delight, his eyes rolling back in his head as I pummeled his tight hole. “You like this big cock?” I asked rhetorically. “You like this big cock in your pretty cunt?” “Uh huh,” he replied, pulling his legs closer to his chest, opening his hole even more for me. “Your big dick feels so fuckin’ good inside me.” “You gonna let me cum in you?” I demanded, my pace increasing, my balls slapping his ass with each thrust. “You gonna let me shoot my load up your ass?” “Yes,” he begged. “Fucking seed me.” I could take my time with a boy like him, make love to him slowly and deliberately like when I have sex with my wife. But the boy was not my wife, and that made all the difference. His pleasure meant shit to me. My only goal was to fuck his ass and shoot my load. Pump and dump. Innately, he knew that. Deep down inside, he just wanted to be used and dominated. It was a symbiotic transaction. And so I gave him what he wanted, what he needed—my cum. “Fuck,” I grunted, tipping my head back as I blasted my load into his eager cunt, filling him with my seed on the same bed on which I impregnated my wife just a few months prior. “That was fucking hot,” he exhaled as I pulled out of him, my pearly load clinging to the downy fur ringing his wrecked hole. “Can we—can we maybe do this again sometime?” “Sure,” I lied, tossing him his clothes, eager for him to get the fuck out of my house now that the deed was done. In truth, I rarely fuck the same boy twice. On a college campus full of horny young guys, there are far too many fish in the sea for me to want to eat the same catch day after day. Tomorrow will deliver a new frat boy to devour. “Did you call a realtor?” my wife asked when she got home from work that day. She was oblivious to the clean sheets on our bed, the cum-stained, sweat-soaked sheets in the washing machine. “We need to sell this house.” “Sorry, babe,” I apologized, wrapping my strong arms around her, my body freshly showered to remove the earthy funk of sweat, sex, and cum. “We’re not moving. I like it here.” #Gay #sex #fuck #2024

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Mom and Dad had no clue what we had been doing on the other side of the house. We had shared a bathroom all our lives and it kind of just started happening. It connected our rooms together, we never closed the doors on either side at some point. First it was just walking around naked, no modesty. And then touching, brushes here and there, then groping and cupping. "Can I suck you off?" My brother asked between our kissing. "Do we have time?" I asked holding his ass in my hand. "We can make time," he replied and sank down in front of me. I remember the first time I kissed him. He didn't even seem bothered, like he expected it, I think we both did. We spent all morning making out that first time. It didn't feel wrong, he was my little brother. I loved him and he loved me. Pretty soon every morning I was greeted by a tender kiss from him. It didn't take him long to realize how turned on I was by him, always sporting wood anytime he was near. "God, I love you cock," my brother said as he took it in his mouth. "I love you," I smirked. "Well yeah. That too," he said, slapping it on his cheek before sucking it again. He started coming into my room at night and snuggling with me. Jerking me off nearly every night before finally putting it in his mouth. From then on he swallowed me every time, told me he liked having a part of me with him. I loved to shower him with affection. I always wanted to make sure he knew how important he was to me. After a year of bonding with him, he finally told me he wanted to go farther. That he needed to know what it was like to be one with me. Of course I have thought about it but I didn't consider myself into guys, just him. I knew we both needed it, to at least try. "We got five minutes, unless you want to save it for tonight?" I asked my brother as he bobbed up and down my cock. "No, I want it now. I have a big test today and I want to know I have you in me," he replied and started to suck hard and faster. I bought us condoms and lube. He came into my room ready to consummate what we had. When I started opening the condom he told me he didn't want it. That he needed to feel just me, nothing between us. He pushed me back on the bed and straddled me. I felt his hand reach behind him and he lined me up. I never thought I'd be inside a guy before, let alone my little brother. I felt him push down, his face showed that it wasn't easy, but he persisted. I was his first and it felt right. After a few moments he was sitting on my lap, his cock throbbing just like mine which was buried inside of him. Nothing had felt better than this. He rode me for a while and then I came inside of him. He kissed me as I did, told me that he was mine, and I was his. "I'm going to cum," I told him as he worked my cock in his mouth. "Oh god, you're amazing," I moaned. I felt my cock released inside of his mouth. I thought about the first time we made love, and how much he meant to me and how much I'd do for him. He massaged my balls with his hand as he drained my morning load. Nothing had ever felt like he made me feel. No girl compared. "I love you," he said looking up at me, face red from the work he had done. "I love you too, baby," I said and pulled him up for a kiss. #gay #bro #Suck #Puppy #love

Mom and Dad had no clue what we had been doing on the other side of the house. We had shared a bathroom all our lives and it kind of just started happening. It connected our rooms together, we never closed the doors on either side at some point. First it was just walking around naked, no modesty. And then touching, brushes here and there, then groping and cupping. "Can I suck you off?" My brother asked between our kissing. "Do we have time?" I asked holding his ass in my hand. "We can make time," he replied and sank down in front of me. I remember the first time I kissed him. He didn't even seem bothered, like he expected it, I think we both did. We spent all morning making out that first time. It didn't feel wrong, he was my little brother. I loved him and he loved me. Pretty soon every morning I was greeted by a tender kiss from him. It didn't take him long to realize how turned on I was by him, always sporting wood anytime he was near. "God, I love you cock," my brother said as he took it in his mouth. "I love you," I smirked. "Well yeah. That too," he said, slapping it on his cheek before sucking it again. He started coming into my room at night and snuggling with me. Jerking me off nearly every night before finally putting it in his mouth. From then on he swallowed me every time, told me he liked having a part of me with him. I loved to shower him with affection. I always wanted to make sure he knew how important he was to me. After a year of bonding with him, he finally told me he wanted to go farther. That he needed to know what it was like to be one with me. Of course I have thought about it but I didn't consider myself into guys, just him. I knew we both needed it, to at least try. "We got five minutes, unless you want to save it for tonight?" I asked my brother as he bobbed up and down my cock. "No, I want it now. I have a big test today and I want to know I have you in me," he replied and started to suck hard and faster. I bought us condoms and lube. He came into my room ready to consummate what we had. When I started opening the condom he told me he didn't want it. That he needed to feel just me, nothing between us. He pushed me back on the bed and straddled me. I felt his hand reach behind him and he lined me up. I never thought I'd be inside a guy before, let alone my little brother. I felt him push down, his face showed that it wasn't easy, but he persisted. I was his first and it felt right. After a few moments he was sitting on my lap, his cock throbbing just like mine which was buried inside of him. Nothing had felt better than this. He rode me for a while and then I came inside of him. He kissed me as I did, told me that he was mine, and I was his. "I'm going to cum," I told him as he worked my cock in his mouth. "Oh god, you're amazing," I moaned. I felt my cock released inside of his mouth. I thought about the first time we made love, and how much he meant to me and how much I'd do for him. He massaged my balls with his hand as he drained my morning load. Nothing had ever felt like he made me feel. No girl compared. "I love you," he said looking up at me, face red from the work he had done. "I love you too, baby," I said and pulled him up for a kiss. #bro #gay #porn #fuck #fyp

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