hunkville: Of course he hates it. What little faggot wants to get pummeled all the time by his own b
hunkville: Of course he hates it. What little faggot wants to get pummeled all the time by his own big brother. I have him on his back on the make ado bed in his far from ready new loft our dad rented for him in his new college town, and my cock’s popped open his hole and my fat knob is already inside of him, with Kenny’s squealing like a pig when I lift up his left leg all over his far too scruffy haired chest to make more way for myself and my horned up cock. I’m already going all ooh and ah as I feel the dude’s hot and steamy guts wrap around my fucker, just enjoying the grimaces of Kenny’s unshaven and shabby haired face, crowing in anguish, “Oh, man, why didn’t ya grease me up first!” I make him take hold of both his legs as keep sticking it to him. Realizing once again I so always love to fuck my little, hairy faggot brother. It’s just always so deliciously obscene, such a forbidden and unnatural pleasure, and it always makes me so lewd and hot over and over again I want it all the time. At one point the painful expressions on Kenny’s face start to mellow down, his growling stops, and I feel him lie down on his side, still gasping heavily but steadily now, and letting go of his legs, me grabbing his left one again to keep my passage free. Kenny breathes deeply now, his rosy lips fluttering as he relaxes and gives in once more to getting fucked by me, and next I feel his left arm come around my neck, his hand holding onto my shoulder, as I hear him puff, “Promise me you’ll come over at least once a week, Billy, and stay the night.” Fuck! Did I really hear the little faggot say that? -- source link