Date: Sun, 30 Jan 2011 10:28:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Bryan Johnson <redbj@att.net>
Subject: Comics are Fun, Part 7

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Comics are Fun! Part 7

"Well that just sucks!" I thought as I sat down on the couch. "That's why
he was trying to get me to cum fast. So he could fuck me before he had to
leave."

I looked up at the clock. 7:30 PM. Our whole encounter had lasted less than
30 minutes. I really felt down. I sat with my hands between my legs,
feeling the wetness leaking out of my butt. I brought my hand up to my
nose. Yeah, a real `manly' smell. Charlie's cum was leaking from my ass.

"Oh, shit, I'm leaking cum on the couch!"

I got up quick and made sure there was no visible stain, then went up to
shower. I was under the warm water, cleaning out my slowly closing butt
hole when I began to laugh.

"What the hell, he's a sex buddy, not a boy friend. He got me off before he
fucked me. No harm, no foul! I wonder if Warren's doing anything tonight."

Chapter 7

Well, it turned out, not only was Warren busy, he had a bit of bad news for
me.

"I won't be able to see you at all this coming week, Little Dude," He said,
"I have to take off work next weekend, to get my folk's cabin in Wisconsin
ready for the winter, so I need to make up the time during the week."

"Oh," I mumbled. Hell, not only wouldn't I see him tonight, I wasn't going
to see him for over a week!

"I really wanted to spend some time with you, Warren."

I know I sounded disappointed and probably more than a little petulant,
but, hey! I was 15! You don't take disappoint well at 15.

"Well, I think I can make it up to you," Warren said. "I'll be up there all
weekend. Alone. Would you like to come with me?"

I was speechless. A weekend alone with Warren? Nothing to do but have sex,
get to know each other better and then have more sex?  My mind was racing a
mile a minute. I was actually staring at the phone with a dozen things
trying to get out of my mouth at the same time. As a result, I wasn't
saying anything for almost a minute. Then Warren spoke, and now he was the
one who sounded disappointed.

"I'm sorry, little Dude," Warren said. "I should have realized you'd have
things to do on the weekend. I didn't mean to put you in an awkward
position. I understand you not wanting to go."

"Oh, god, Warren! No, I want to go! I really, really want to go! I can't
think of anything in the world I want to do more! We'll have so much fun!
It'll be great! When are we leaving!?"

We decided to leave after school on Friday and come back late on
Sunday. That would give us two nights together. We chatted a little more,
then Warren had to leave for his job at the pizza place, and I was left
sitting in the empty house, alone.

It's funny, but for the first time being alone in the house I felt
lonely. Since we'd moved to Brookfield in the summer, I'd spent most of my
nights alone. I didn't make friends quickly, so most of my free time had
been spent reading and watching TV. Having Charlie over to the house two
nights ago had been the first time I'd ever had a friend over. Now, after
having had company (and sex) for two nights, here it was Sunday night and I
was lonely.

All my homework was done. My chores were finished. I decided I'd hop on my
bike and ride around a bit. As usual, I ended up in the small collection of
stores that made up `downtown' Brookfield. As I passed the drugstore, I saw
Jack, the 20 something clerk who was usually there walk out from the dark
store and lock the door behind him. I was real curious. I knew the
drugstore closed at 6 PM on Sundays and it was almost 9 PM. What was Jack
doing there so late? I pedaled up behind him.

"Hey, Jack, what's up?"

"Oh, hi!" he said. "I was just getting some orders ready for the
morning. I've seen you around the store a lot the last few months. You just
move here?"

"Yeah. Over the summer. You worked here long?"

"Yeah," he laughed. "You are new here. I own the store. My Dad sold it to
me when he retired. You know my name from my nametag. I don't know yours."

"Oh, sorry. Jerry Johnson." I got off my bike and stuck out my hand. He
laughed and made a fist and, when I looked at it, he told me to make a fist
and gave me my first fist bump.

"I'm on my way home, Jerry. You have a good evening."

"Where are you parked? I'll walk with you to your car, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind. I'd like the company, but I'm walking home. I only live a
few blocks away."

"I'll walk with you, ok?"

I walked with him towards the ball field. He was really easy to talk to. I
found out he was 28, had graduated from college and came home to take over
the store when his parents retired and moved to Florida. While we were
walking, I was sort of checking him out.

Jack was taller than me (not hard, I'm only 5'8") at about 6'2". He had
kinda shaggy brownish hair and deep brown eyes. He was built thin and I
could see from the arms sticking out from his tee shirt, he wasn't very
muscular. The tee shirt was a little tight, so I could also see he had a
flat stomach and not much of a chest. Being into wrestling, I was
interested in how guys are built. Being into guy sex (as of two nights ago)
I was now also interested in how guys are hung, so I checked out his
package. There looked to be a nice bulge there. I think he saw me looking
because he smiled right after I did it. His face was the kind you see on
TV. Not the stars' face, the next door neighbors', interesting and
pleasant, but not enough to take attention away from the lead.

We were chattering away, well, actually, I was chattering, Jack was just
asking a few questions. I guess I was a little nervous. In a few minutes we
were at one of the few apartment buildings in Brookfield. The building was
a four unit job with big picture windows in each unit.

"Well, this is where I live. Would you like to come in, or do you have to
get home?"

"I can come in. No one will be home at my house till after midnight."

This was a first for me. I mean, I was walking into an apartment that
belonged to the person who invited me. In a kid's house, everything was his
parents. Here, everything there belonged to Jack. Can you remember the
strange feeling you got the first time you walked into some ones apartment
or home? The little feeling of intimacy with the person you got? I felt it
with Jack. It kind of made me feel more of an equal with him, even if he
was almost twice my age.

"Would you like something to drink," Jack said as he pulled a pitcher of
lemonade out of the fridge.

At my nod, he poured two glasses and said he'd give me the `fifty cent
tour' of the place. It was a guy kind of place. Not frilly and not many
little glass or porcelain things on tables. I kind of liked the way it
looked. When we got to the bedroom, I knew I started liking it even
better. He had a huge salt water fish tank on the wall at the foot of his
bed! I always wanted one like that. I ended up sitting on the foot of his
bed with him talking about his tank.

"Would you like some more lemonade," he asked?

I said yes, and he took my glass and left the room. I looked around and in
the corner I noticed a weight set. Beside his bed on the nightstand, there
was a picture of Jack looking a lot younger with his arm around the
shoulders of a guy about my age. There was a sign behind them saying `Happy
15th Birthday Timmy'. The kid was looking up at Jack, obviously adoring
him.

 I saw a copy of `Men's Fitness' magazine in front of the picture. Jack was
so skinny; I was surprised he might be working out. I walked over and
picked up the magazine. I noticed the drawer of the nightstand was open a
little. I could see a bottle of oil and a glossy magazine with a picture of
a naked guy on the front.

Okay!  I was right about the reason Jack let the good looking guys hang out
around the magazine rack where he stood.  Maybe I'd found another friend? I
was still horny after the `quickie' Charlie and I had had less than an hour
earlier. I wondered if I could get something started with Jack? I picked up
a dumbbell and started doing curls with it. It was way too light for me,
but I just wanted it as a conversation starter. When Jack walked in with
the drinks, I started to put it down.

"Sorry, I can't help myself when I see weights."

No, problem, it's ok.  Don't stop. You're pretty well built," he said. "You
work out a lot?"

"Yeah. I'm on the wrestling squad at school. We do a lot of lifting. It
puts on the muscle fast. See?"

I was feeling a little nervous, but I didn't think Jack would try anything
unless I let him know I was interested. I skinned off my shirt and stood
there in just my shorts flexing my biceps for him.

"Wow," Jack said. You've got quite a pair of guns."

That was a total lie. I knew I would be muscular one day, and I did show
some development, but hell, I only weighed 130#! I was a good wrestler
because I was fast, not because I was strong. But I wanted to give him
opportunity, and with the little lie he just told, I could see he was
willing to make the most of what I gave him.

"Here," I said, walking over to him, "feel them."

"Nice," he said, squeezing both my biceps, "you really have nice arms." His
hand slid from my bicep up to my shoulders, then to my neck.

I was getting really nervous. This was the first time I'd tried to take the
initiative in starting something with another guy. Charlie and Warren had
both taken the lead with me. I just remembered they were confident. They
made a lot of eye contact. They both assumed I wanted sex. I looked up into
Jack's face. Confidence. Look him in the eyes.

"Your hands feel good on them," I was looking straight into his eyes.

He stared back into my eyes for a bit. When I didn't object to his hands on
my neck, he began to slowly massage it. Neither one of us said anything.

"Why," Jack said, "do I feel like I'm being seduced by a 17 year old boy?"

"You're not," I said. "You're being seduced by a 15 year old boy."

"Somebody up there," he said looking at the ceiling, "must really like me!"

He bent his neck and pulled me forward into a way too gentle kiss. I
pressed into him, sealing my mouth to his. When he registered how eagerly I
was kissing back, the kiss got a lot more passion in it. His arms wrapped
around my torso and one hand slid between my skin and my shorts to cup one
of my butt cheeks. He squeezed it, feeling for the muscles.

"By any chance are you into fucking," Jack growled at me.

"This is your lucky day, Dude. I pitch, I catch and I'm really horny."

His fingers slid between my butt cheeks and found my hole. They explored a
little and I could feel that I hadn't totally closed after the pounding
Charlie had given me less than an hour before. I actually felt a little
embarrassed. With what was about to happen, I realized I will have had sex
with three different guys in three days. Four days ago I'd been a
virgin. Four days ago, I felt awkward talking to guys even my age if I
didn't know them. Now I was in the middle of seducing a guy almost twice my
age. Oh, well. I always had been enthusiastic when I picked up a new hobby!

"It feels like you've already caught at least one today," Jack laughed as
his fingers teased my slightly open hole.

That brought my whole world crashing down. What must he think of me? He
could tell I'd just been screwed, and here I was trying to have sex with
him. What kind of a slut must he think I was? I guess what I was thinking
showed on my face. I spun around, freeing myself from his arms and grabbed
my shirt off his bed and bolted. I was half way to the door when his arms
wrapped around me from the behind.

"Dude, dude, relax. It's okay. I was just kidding around," he said. "No
problem you've just had sex. Sex is fun. It feels good." He kissed the back
of my neck. "Just promise you'll introduce me to your friend."

As I relaxed, his hands slid down my chest to my stomach. I leaned back
into him, my head lying back on his upper chest. The embrace felt a little
different than it had with Warren and with Charlie. Warren's chest was
layered with muscle. With Warren, my head was supported by the firm give of
his pectorals. With Jack, there was almost no muscle there, just soft skin
and hard bone. My back rested against a hard surface, not a giving
one. Warrens' arms were thick with muscle, Jacks' were almost slender.

Charlie's chest felt a lot like Warren's as far as the give went, but
Charlie was a lot shorter than me, only 5'4". His lightly muscled arms
wrapped around me a lot lower than Warrens' or Jacks' and I couldn't lean
my head back on his chest when we stood up. Did every guy feel different?
Was every embrace just a little new and unusual? Would sex with a new guy
always be a new experience? Maybe it never got old!

Jacks' hand paused for just a second on my lower stomach, and then moved
down between my pants and briefs, pausing at the top of my pubes. He
gripped some between his fingers and gently tugged at them.

"Are they red to," he asked?

His free hand came around and popped the button on my shorts. They dropped
to the carpet. Jack turned me to face him and knelt down in front of me,
urging me to step out of my shorts. He untied my shoes, gently removing
first one, then the other. I rested my hands on his thin shoulders for
support. Socks followed the shoes, until I stood there in front of him in
just my briefs. His hands followed the outside of my legs to the waistband
where his fingers gripped.

"Can I take them off?" he asked softly.

 At my silent nod, he slowly pulled my briefs down. My rock hard cock
caught in the waist band, bending down towards the floor, pushing out the
front of my briefs obscenely until the head popped out and slapped against
my stomach with an audible "plop".  My dick bounced a bit, finally stopping
at about a 60 degree angle.

"Oh, my god," Jack whispered. "That's huge!"

I really wasn't ready for that remark, and I wasn't sure how to take
it. I'd only seen two erect dicks in my life, well, three counting my
own. Warrens' was significantly longer than my 7 1/2 inches and Charlie's
was longer and a good deal thicker for most of its' length.  Jacks'
reaction to my dick was the first time I realized I might be bigger down
there than most guys. Until that minute, I'd thought I was smaller than
other guys. And come to think of it, my dick was shaped a lot different
than Warrens' or Charlie's. Theirs were both about the same thickness from
top to base. Mine started out kinda small at the head, but got thicker and
thicker all the way to the base, where I couldn't quite get my hand all the
way around it. Were all hard dicks shaped different? Well, I guess I was
going to find out about at least one more. I was getting really anxious to
see Jack's dick.

A long thread of precum hung from the head of my dick. Jack reached out and
caught it on his fingers and transferred it to his mouth. I could feel the
slight movement as the slime released from my dick. Jacks' tongue slid out,
just a little from his mouth to gather my nectar in from his fingers.

"You've got a lot of foreskin. I've always wished I was uncut."

He slid my foreskin back from the head of my dick, releasing a small flow
of liquid. His head moved forward, lips sucking the head of my dick into
his mouth. I felt his tongue washing the liquid off my knob. My knees
started to buckle at the incredible feeling shooting through my dick to my
nuts.

Jack's hands grabbed my hips and swung me around to sit on his bed, hard. I
looked down at myself and saw my erect dick looking back at me, slime
dripping from the slit, dribbling down my shaft. As I looked up at Jack, he
was standing and his shirt had just cleared his head.

There wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere on his body, but there also wasn't
much in the way of muscle either. He wasn't like, emaciated or anything,
but he was skinny. I kind of liked it. There was no trace of hair on his
chest or stomach, even between his nipples. They were brownish, and bigger
than mine. I could see the center nub was enlarged. He undid his belt and
his pants hit the floor, revealing the first pair of bikini briefs I'd ever
seen. They were a bright red, and the pouch was a nicely filled lump.

Jack hooked his fingers under the waistband of his shorts and pulled them
slowly down to the floor, then stood up and stepped out of them. Five thin
inches arched out of a slight patch of light brown pubes. I was surprised
to see he wasn't hard; his dick looked a little plump, but definitely not
hard. I hadn't seen either Charlie or Warren soft until after they'd cum at
least twice, so I was a little confused. Didn't he want to have sex with
me?

Come on guys, remember I'm 15 here. I'd only had sex with two guys, one 16
and one 17. At that age, you get hard when you hear the Star Spangled
Banner! At 28, some guys need a bit more encouragement!

He stepped towards me, his soft dick swinging just inches from my mouth. I
knew he wanted me to suck him. This would be a new experience for me,
sucking a soft dick. I lifted it to my mouth, putting just the crown
inside. I licked it and explored with my tongue, finding and teasing the
piss slit. I liked it! It was like sucking on a skin covered
marshmallow. Having a soft dick in my mouth was fun! In only seconds, it
was swelling, beginning to fill my mouth. But I wanted to feel it all the
way inside while it was still soft, so I sucked the shaft in and eagerly
attacked it with my lips and tongue. It was a strange sensation. It tasted
of that musky, masculine flavor just like Warren and Charlie, but the
texture was so different! It moved in my mouth like a snake!

Jacks' hands were on my shoulders, massaging them as he murmured to me.

"Oh, Jerry, your tongue feels so good on my cock! You have such a sweet
little mouth," he groaned. "You're a fantastic cocksucker, Dude!"

"Cocksucker!" I thought. "Where does he get off calling me a cocksucker?"

I was really offended for a second. Then it sank in. Yeah, I was sucking
cock. I was a cocksucker. I liked sex with guys. Was I queer? Nah, queers
wanted to be like women. I sure didn't want that! I didn't know what I was,
but I wasn't queer. Probably most guys liked doing this, like most guys
liked jacking off. This was just something I enjoyed right now and I'd
probably switch to girls later. Those were the thoughts going through my
mind as I eagerly brought Jack's dick up to full hardness in my mouth.

I could tell he was hard now. His dick was like a bone in my mouth, but
something wasn't quite right. The head of his dick barely reached the
opening of my throat. With Charlie and Warren, I could feel their meat
force my throat to open, feel their dicks press into my wind pipe and block
the flow of air with a fun tingle of fear about being suffocated by their
dicks. No matter how hard I buried my nose in Jacks' pubes, his dick
wouldn't invade my throat.

"No, jerry, I'll cum too fast this way," Jack said, pulling his dick away
from me and out of my mouth. "Let me suck you and get you ready to fuck
me."

He backed up a step, and I saw his dick hard for the first time. Cut, he
was 5 inches soft and maybe 5 ½ hard. It was a bit thicker, but I
understood why he said I was `huge' earlier. 5 ½ thin inches on a 6'2" guy
wasn't very impressive. Unfortunately, I think my feelings showed on my
face. Jacks' hands dropped to cover his dick.

"I guess I'm a shower. Not a grower," he said, sounding a little
embarrassed.  "Don't worry Dude. I'll make you feel real good."

He went down on his knees in front of me and spread mine where I sat on the
bed. Actually, as his head went down between my legs, I was feeling really
ashamed of myself. Where did I get off making him feel bad about his dick?
I sure got off on sucking it and I bet it would feel real good inside my
butt! Should I make Charlie feel bad because he was short? Should Warren
make me feel bad because I wasn't as tall or as hung as he was? I had to
let Jack know I wasn't disappointed or upset about his dick. I was having
sex with a guy, not a dick and the guy was the part that made it fun!

Well, I might only have been 15, but I knew trying to say something like
that would only make him feel worse. I decided I'd let my actions show I
appreciated his dick!

By that time, Jack was demonstrating he really knew how to suck
dick. Warren was a talented sucker and Charlie was enthusiastic. Jack was
both. He used his lips and his tongue together to drive me to the brink
almost before I knew what was happening. He was gathering my foreskin
together with his lips and massaging my crown through the skin, then
peeling it away and attacking it with his hot, wet tongue. He caressed my
nuts with one hand while he teased my butt hole with the other. First he
would pleasure my crown, then deep throat me, then work the top half and
start all over again. When we started, I thought I could go for hours
without cumming. In just under a minute, he had me at the point of no
return.

I pushed him off my dick and scooted back onto the bed.

"You're gonna make me cum too fast," pulling him onto the bed with me. "I
want to show you something."

I moved us facing each other on the bed and reached for his dick. He tried
to push my hand away, but I ignored him and grabbed it touching his crown
to mine. I could see he didn't make much precum, so I thought I could give
him a treat. I stretched my wet, drippy foreskin over his dick head and
slid it back and forth, masturbating him with my precum as a lube and my
foreskin supplying the friction.

"Here, now you can feel what it's like to have foreskin. You can use mine!"

He stared down at the sight of my foreskin engulfing his dickhead. It was
like he couldn't look away.

"Oh, my god, Jerry! That's awesome!"

"It's called docking Dude," as my free hand grabbed the back of his head
and pulled him into a really hard kiss.

"You gotta fuck me, Timmy," as he pulled away, scrambling over the bed to
reach into the nightstand.

"Timmy?" I thought.

He turned around on his knees and smeared oil from a small bottled over the
length of my pulsing dick, then into his ass. He turned away from me and on
all fours, presented me with his small, hard butt.

"Please, Dude! I need yer dick inside me now!"

I pulled his hips lower, until they almost touched his heels and leaned
over his stretched back. My dick is attached kinda firm. I can point it
where I like it without using my hands, so as I wrapped my arms around
Jack's chest, my dickhead found the opening of his ass and introduced
itself, slowly opening his hole to my shaft. I slowly entered him, every
inch of my length thicker than the last, stretching his hole to accommodate
my meat. Jack was mumbling softly. He wasn't doing sex talk; it wasn't
meant for me. He was in his own little space obviously in a fantasy he was
really enjoying that I was there for, but not really sharing.

"Oh such a big dick," he mumbled very softly. "Finally mine, little bro
finally doing it. Love you so much."

I looked at the picture on the nightstand. `Happy 15th Birthday Timmy,'
Jack's little brother, Timmy. Okay, I knew what was going on now. I thought
about how much I loved my big brother (even if he was a dipshit) and
thought maybe I could share the fantasy with Jack, a fantasy I could really
relate to.

I stretched my neck up to jack's shoulder and gently bit the side of his
neck. I hunched another inch of my dick into his butt.

"Hey big Bro", I whispered in his ear, "your butt feels so good wrapped
around my dick."

"Ohm god, Timmy! Fuck me!"

I still wasn't all the way in. At the base, my dick is really thick and I
didn't want to hurt Jack. I needed to open him up slowly. With my arms
wrapped firmly around him, I dragged him down to our sides. Laying behind
him, I stroked my dick into his butt, feeling his soft, wet insides clutch
the length of my cock, feeling his backdoor move my foreskin, first
exposing my crown, then covering it in its' own wet cocoon. I reached
around to wrap my hand around Jacks' dick, and found his hand. He didn't
seem to want me to touch it.

"Please, Jack? Please let me. I really want your dick in my hand."

He moved his hand away and I felt the rock hardness of his dick. It was
covered by incredibly soft, loose skin that almost floated over the
surface. At the crown, I could still feel the residue of my precum. I spit
on my hand and spread my saliva over his tip. Through the rigid throbbing
of his dick, I could feel when I stroked his prostate and when my rhythm
was just what he needed. The only thing was, I was beginning to need to
cum, and I wanted to be looking into Jacks' eyes when I did. And just one
other thing. I was holding back. I still hadn't gotten the last couple of
inches inside him and I really wanted to let go and fuck.

I pulled my dick out of his hole and flipped over on my back.  "Awww,
Jerry, no!"  "Come on Jack, ride me?" I pointed my horn up towards the
ceiling.

He straddled my hips in a second and swiftly lowered himself down to the
three quarters mark and started a really enjoyable ride. It was funny
though, in a way, Charlie, Warren and now Jack all seemed to think they had
all there was to be had when there was a little over two inches left, and
two really thick inches at that!  I moved my feet up until my heels were
almost touching my butt.

"Put your hands on my chest, Jack."

He thought I wanted him to play with my nipples, and he was more than
willing. He teased them and twisted them and it felt truly great. But what
I really wanted was for him to have some balance.

Using my shoulders as one point of the arch and my feet as the other, I
used my back and thigh muscles to snap up into a bridge, driving the last
two inches of my dick forcefully into Jacks' ass. Only his hands on my
chest kept him from being thrown over my head into the wall. His mouth
dropped open.

"Oh, Fuck!"

I started to jackhammer into his butt. Actually? You use this arch move in
wrestling and a lot of the exercises you do in practice strengthens them. I
could do this for days. Jack was really enjoying it. The unexpected extra
inches and the forceful prostate massage I was giving him really seemed to
be doing it for him. His dick was finally leaking precum and he was
actually drooling! To tell the truth, I wasn't far behind. I REALLY liked
cutting loose like this. But I was thinking I maybe could take it a little
further. Maybe I could help the brother/brother fantasy along for Jack. I
called my brother Frank, Frankie, maybe Timmy...

"Jackie?" Jacks' eyes popped wide. "Am I doing this right, Big Brother? Is
this okay?"

"Oh..." He looked at me for a long moment, bouncing with the force of my
thrusts. He looked unsure, then, "Oh, yes, Little Bro, you're doing it so
right. I love you little bro! I love you!"

Maybe I should have felt weird about this. But I didn't. Jack wanted me to
be his little brother, great! I was his little brother. Maybe he could be
the big brother I wanted but never got. That thought made my dick swell. I
was fucking my Big Bro Jack. Awesome!

Maybe the fantasy was helping, maybe it was the intense muscle contractions
of the arch I was using to drive my dick into him or maybe it was Jacks'
tight butt, but I was almost there. Jack was fisting his dick, but I
grabbed his hands and held them away from his dick.

"I'm gonna fuck the cum out of you, Jackie."

I started slamming into Jacks' butt. I had thought I was on the edge of
cumming, but the curve kept rising. The pressure in my nuts grew and the
need to cum grew and grew until I thought I was going to rupture something.
All I could think about was the friction on my dick. I needed to drive it
deeper into Jack. I heard myself grunting with every thrust into his
welcoming ass. I had to cum! I had to cum NOW!

Then Jack exploded. His dick erupted cum, spewing out in all directions.
Every thrust of my dick into his ass forced a high powered spurt out of his
dick.

His butt clenched around my cock and totally launched me into an orgasm
like I couldn't believe. I spasmed into the arch and my body went rigid as
I poured cup after cup of cream up into Jacks' butt. Every time he spewed
out another rope of cum, his butt clenched on my dick and I delivered him
another portion of cum enema.

Finally, I collapsed so fast, my dick pulled out of Jacks' butt, and a
shower of cum splattered on my stomach. Jack sat down into the puddle of
cum and I could feel it growing as my sperm oozed out of his butt hole.

He leaned forward and kissed me gently.

"Thanks, Little Bro."

"Any time, Big Bro."