I lean against the doorframe of my frat brother’s room and sigh, “Brutus, we can hear yo

I lean against the doorframe of my frat brother’s room and sigh, “Brutus, we can hear you down the hall.”“Fuck, whatever, I’m close! I’m gonna come!”“You’re goddamn obsessed with that pocket pussy,” I huff.“It feels sooo good bro, I can get my entire dick in it,” he explains, his voice breathy and irregular. I look left and right, then close the door to his room so we’re both in it. “What if there was something even better?”He pauses jerking himself. “What…? That’s impossible.”I grin, “Have you ever fucked a boy before?”“What? Fuck, no man!”I crawl onto his bed, “Oh you’re really missing out… it’s like fucking that pocket pussy right there, only it does all the work. Plus not only is it warm, but it grabs you riiiight back. Like having the cum milked out of you.”I have his attention now. If there’s one thing Brutus likes, it’s sticking his dick in new things. I removed my shirt, then began to work on my belt. He remained silent, mildly suspicious as if this was some sort of prank. It was interesting to watch his face as he began to see me in a new light… the frat brother he once knew as being another hetero dude bro in a polo shirt was becoming a lithe twink right before his eyes. I think it helped my skin was the same color as the Latinas in the pictures on his wall. Little did Brutus know that I had been planning this for days. Going after the boys in a frat house is sometimes a bad idea because they all tend to be straight, but it’s hard to resist it when you’re surrounded by cocks all the time. I had selected him because he looked easy to seduce. Hey, a slut has to have hobbies. I straddled his thighs but didn’t sit down. He was staring at me, wondering what was going to happen next. I gently pried the pocket pussy out of his hands, ignoring his soft protests. His poor cock was all red. Tsk. It took a few seconds to prepare him; my ring was still loose from toy play this morning. “Bro I’m not… sure this is going to be better…” I ignored him, and slid down on his cock. Initially I was sure Brutus’s eyes were going to pop out of his head; he grunted and groaned and shuddered. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as I began to move, undulating on his penis and grinding into his lap. I took him for one hell of a ride, and he didn’t have to do a lick of the work. His strong hands found my waist and by the time he was close, he was pounding me as I was riding him. “You’re right, this is way better!” Brutus gasped. To the victor goes the spoils. ______________________________Text is fictional. -- source link

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