Home Alone
“Yo – Jason? Bro? You home?” said a voice downstairs. It was Nick, his older brother. We scrambled to put our pants on.
“Yo – Jason? Bro? You home?” said a voice downstairs. It was Nick, his older brother. We scrambled to put our pants on.
He opened his eyes, took my head in his big paws, and thrust his dick in and out of my throat. I felt like I could have been a sheep or a cherry pie.
Two college buddies, the recent stars of an amateur internet video, experiment when the cameras aren’t around.
He’s half-naked, his impossibly flawless and muscled torso swaying as he walks past me. He wears a pair of black nylon shorts, the mounds of his plump butt practically bouncing as he walks. He must have just finished running.
A second-hand story of brotherly incest.