Trying to Be a Big Brother
I went and got Matt a parking permit, that's kind of a big brother type thing to do. Daniel and my car park in the back, so Matt has to park on the street. We have laneway rear access. I'm thinking of selling the Abarth and buying a Peugeot 308 GTI. The Abarth is great, but it is just too small.
I should take Matt along, put my big, brotherly arm around him. Except, I don't think he is that interested in cars. I told him that I'd called his car Wendy. It is the numberplate letters. He laughed nervously.
He's got this distracting habit of wearing baggy, black shorts around the house. He's got nice legs and a sexy torso. When I can see his lunch bulging in his jocks up the leg of shorts when he is sitting on the couch, it is not much of a stretch to imagine what sort of cock he'd have on him. And he bulges quite a lot, you know when the crotch of the shorts just becomes a thin strip of material covering very little when they "man-spread." He fills his jocks.
He's a big boy. He has big feet, size 13 shoes.
I want to suck his cock. I wasn't even thinking that when Aunty Rosalyn phoned up Amanda and asked if we'd put Matt up. Even the "put Matt up" reference didn't get me thinking. I wasn't even that keen. But little Matt has grown into big Matt. And it's a bit hard not to think about me gag-reflex down on Matty's trouser snake when he sits there in those black shorts man-spreading with his considerable undie bulge on display. The boy has big nuts.
I wanna feel how hairy his arse crack is. I want to hold his nut sack in my hand. I want to stroke his uncut cock until it swells up hard. I’d want to fuck his arse, let’s be real. Up little Matty’s arse, bend over the end of my bed, him pulling his fat, hard cock furiously, saying, “Give it to me, give it to me good. Ah, yeeeeaaaahhh, like that, fuck! Just like that.” His arse eating my cock, loving it. Until he spurts his thick white jizz all over my bed.
Oh, no he doesn’t. He’s like a little brother to me. I’ve known him since he was this high. I can’t play with my little brother’s penis.
“I don’t understand, big bro, you’ll have to show me.”
I should go and have a shower and stop smoking pot at 7am.
I should take Matt along, put my big, brotherly arm around him. Except, I don't think he is that interested in cars. I told him that I'd called his car Wendy. It is the numberplate letters. He laughed nervously.
He's got this distracting habit of wearing baggy, black shorts around the house. He's got nice legs and a sexy torso. When I can see his lunch bulging in his jocks up the leg of shorts when he is sitting on the couch, it is not much of a stretch to imagine what sort of cock he'd have on him. And he bulges quite a lot, you know when the crotch of the shorts just becomes a thin strip of material covering very little when they "man-spread." He fills his jocks.
He's a big boy. He has big feet, size 13 shoes.
I want to suck his cock. I wasn't even thinking that when Aunty Rosalyn phoned up Amanda and asked if we'd put Matt up. Even the "put Matt up" reference didn't get me thinking. I wasn't even that keen. But little Matt has grown into big Matt. And it's a bit hard not to think about me gag-reflex down on Matty's trouser snake when he sits there in those black shorts man-spreading with his considerable undie bulge on display. The boy has big nuts.
I wanna feel how hairy his arse crack is. I want to hold his nut sack in my hand. I want to stroke his uncut cock until it swells up hard. I’d want to fuck his arse, let’s be real. Up little Matty’s arse, bend over the end of my bed, him pulling his fat, hard cock furiously, saying, “Give it to me, give it to me good. Ah, yeeeeaaaahhh, like that, fuck! Just like that.” His arse eating my cock, loving it. Until he spurts his thick white jizz all over my bed.
Oh, no he doesn’t. He’s like a little brother to me. I’ve known him since he was this high. I can’t play with my little brother’s penis.
I reckon I could do the whole big brother, little brother role play with him, that would be hot.
I should go and have a shower and stop smoking pot at 7am.
Get him really stoned. It is easy to get their pants off when they are really stoned, gay, or straight. Stoned guys like to be touched, and where do most guys like to be touched? It is just psychics.
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