He’s sixteen, a year younger than I. At parties. Pornhat Mine is like a man. Vegetable. I texted Dad already, couldn’t wait until morning. And I’m surprised my body reacts in the same way. You know that. His throat tightens around me and he pushes his head forward slightly until he’s literally gagging on my dick. My brother, my own flesh and blood, loved me. Which is why I don’t hesitate when I lift my head and kiss his lips. The last six days I’ve been sober, with a clear head. I don’t look at his face when I stroke his cock, and even though I don’t look at his lips I can feel his smile radiating around us as my tongue flicks forward, grazes gently across his slit.
