What Real Men Do to Each Other

Brent turned over in bed, unable to sleep because of unfulfilled urges that always seemed to occupy him. He placed his open hand on the gut of his brother. Although this caused only a slight sensation for Damien, the hand nevertheless awakened the kid in the quiet darkness. Both guys lay naked beside each other, as they always did.

Brent felt Damien’s hand touch his hand as it lay on Damien’s abs. But he soon identified Damien’s growing rod as what touched him, not a hand. The stiff cock’s head started to deposit small amounts of liquid on Brent’s hand. That felt good to Brent and let him know that Damien lay ready for what Brent intended to give him.

Brent caught more pre-cum in his hand. With his other hand he flipped Damien onto his chest and stroked his brother’s well-shaped butt. Brent rubbed the pre-cum onto Damien’s ass hole. He positioned his long cock directly over it and slowly lowered the cock’s tip to the hole, then into it.

Damien didn’t flinch as the cock gradually entered him. He knew how to take that cock, since he had done it many times. He hoped Brent would fuck him for a long time—he loved having that cock inside him.

Minutes passed. Damien groaned in pleasure following nearly every one of Brent’s forward thrusts. The long cock seemed to enliven every part of his brother’s slender body. Lying with his chest on Damien’s back, Brent cemented his domination by locking his brother’s arms in a full nelson. With Damien’s arms restrained and the front of Brent’s body pressed against his brother’s back, Brent had ensured that the little stud stayed in place while his cock worked on the willing ass. Of course, Damien had no thought of getting away: he loved his brother, loved playing the captive, and loved getting fucked by him.

As Brent repeatedly plowed the ass, Damien thought of the many other good times both of them had spent together. The earliest one happened about four summers ago, during a family vacation. Their parents had rented a woodland cabin with a lake nearby. They occupied the cabin for a week. That gave the two boys a chance to have some fun together. Brent, then age fifteen, helped Damien celebrate his recent thirteenth birthday.

One day just at sunset, the boys decided to take a late swim. Wearing their swimming trunks, they happily ventured down the sandy path that took them to the beach. Seeing no one else around, the boys entered the water. After a few moments the cool, invigorating water seemed to become warmer to their bodies. They swam for a short time, enjoying the water and then engaged in some playful splashing and horseplay.

Whenever their bodies touched, the boys felt a strong desire to do more of that. Their touches became longer, along with their cocks. In a short time they found themselves hugging each other in a genuine embrace. That embrace didn’t stop, because to them it seemed like a natural thing to do. It also seemed natural to Brent to pull down his brother’s swim trunks. So he did. When the rods pressed against each other during the embrace, sparks of excitement kept igniting their libidos, especially Brent’s. The older teen finally moved behind Damien and continued his embrace. At the same time Brent started push his cock between Damien’s handsome butt cakes. Then it gradually moved inside the waiting hole.

With both of Brent’s arms firmly around his brother, Damien’s immobility didn’t bother him. He felt secure with his brother’s arms circling his waist. He bent his upper body slightly forward as the long rod began to slide into him. His jaw dropped, but the guy made no sound. He also didn’t try to pull himself away from Brent. Damien relished the feeling of his brother’s maleness within him. As Brent began to move his invading cock back and forth, Damien felt his pleasure growing.

The same held true for Brent. Sometimes he had to keep his cock motionless when the pleasure became almost too much for him. He did that several times. For a while he fucked very slowly to extend the pleasure. At other times he fucked as fast as he could to take the pleasure to new heights.

As the older brother kept fucking, he affectionately rested his chin on Damien’s shoulder and at times he kissed the side of the youth’s neck.

Everything that Brent did brought the guys more pleasure than they ever knew existed. Damien grasped Brent’s thighs behind him as the older brother took charge of Damien’s cock with a hand. Earnestly squeezing and jacking it made the already excited cock erupt into the comforting water surrounding them.

But finally he had to let his own rod complete its mission. Suddenly it began to fill Damien’s ass with wonderful blasts of masculinity. Damien gasped as each squirt made his mind swirl in a pleasure that begged for more.

Afterward Brent didn’t release his brother right away, but kept both arms around him. He also kept his cock inside the slippery, cum-filled hole, reaching as far as possible into it. When they finally left the water, both guys felt both excited and relaxed at the same time. Nothing they had ever experienced had made them so happy.

Damien thought about that early experience a lot—and all the other times he had spent with Brent since then. Fucking Damien had become a regular activity for Brent. Then something changed. Their sessions became fewer. Usually shy Damien kept silent about it, as well as remaining confused about the fewer sexual interactions with his strikingly handsome brother.

But Brent started to see opportunities to get with other guys his own age and he did so. Not every guy yielded the precise result that Brent had fantasized about, but most of them gave him what he wanted. He wound up with about one new prospect every week or two.

Brent kept Damien lying on his stomach trapped in the full nelson while he fucked him. As the long rod repeatedly slid forward and backward inside his brother, Brent remembered some of his other contacts—Willie, Chad, Kevin, Mark and Eli. Willie possessed a slim, very sexy body. Clingy jeans looked very good on the guy. In addition, when Brent saw him around school Brent often noticed a hefty bulge unabashedly poking into the front of those jeans. Yet Willie still seemed sort of sexually skittish in a verbal way. That both attracted and challenged Brent. Maybe he could overcome that barrier and make him more playful.

But Brent had an obvious first goal—to open Willie’s jeans and go after the treasures inside. But how to get closer to Willie and accomplish that remained unclear to him—until he wore one of his favorite tee shirts to school. Its front had the words “Happiness is having a red cock,” with a red rooster emblazoned across it. He made sure Willie saw it. The guy snickered for a long time afterward. Brent said, “If you have one of those, I’d like to see it.”

That brought more laughs and an invitation from Willie to his room at home. It may have been a joke by Willie, but Brent showed up anyway. Once inside the room, Brent asked, “Where’s your red cock?”

Willie laughed and pointed to his jeans fly. “I keep it hidden most of the time.”

‘You gonna give me a peek?”

“Maybe, if you’re a good boy!”

“I’ll be good,” replied Brent.

A few minutes later Brent gently eased both guys down onto Willie’s bed. When Brent’s fingers loosely attached themselves to Willie’s bulge, Willie laughed again. The fingers stayed on the bulge and massaged it for a moment.

“I think it likes me!” ventured Brent.

Willie chuckled. As Willie’s snickering went on, Brent gradually began to open the jeans. He did it slowly, not wanting to spook the guy. Willie seemed to tolerate Brent unzipping the fly—even sliding the jeans down, little-by-little. That revealed a white brief, greatly stretched out by the massive cock under it.

When Brent laid his hand on the bulge, Willie giggled again, but more quietly. Brent felt an incredible amount of heat radiating through the brief into his hand. He could also feel the cock pulsing and occasionally lifting itself as far as the brief would permit. Still, the cock stretched the brief’s high leg openings up much farther than Brent expected. That made enough room for him to stick his hand inside. His fingers slowly wrapped themselves around the giant cock.

As he felt the cock, its pulsing grew stronger. Willie’s sighing started to replace his chuckles. Brent knew that Willie couldn’t turn back now, even if he wanted to—his body had become Brent’s to play with. The fingers went after the top third of Willie’s big cock, squeezing, rubbing and making it more excited by the minute.

“Feel good?” whispered Brent.

“Oh yeah,” gasped Willie.

Willie’s pre-cum began sneaking out of the cock in irregular, mini- squirts. Soon the thick liquid had thoroughly lubricated Brent’s fingers. It also made the cock slippery, instantly doubling Willie’s pleasure. Willie gripped Brent’s chest with a hand. The grip felt desperately serious to Brent.

Brent whispered in Willie’s ear. “Wanna cum inside your brief or outside it?”

But the cock erupted before Willie could answer him. He could only gasp and clutch Brent harder as gobs of semen shot from the frantic cock into his brief.

“Willie’s gasping sounded like he had mouthed the word, “No!”

“It’s all right,” Brent whispered reassuringly, guessing that Willie may have just experienced his first orgasm.

The guy’s cum shot into his brief with terrific force, soon plastering the cloth along with Brent’s hand. Both guys kept holding each other for many minutes. After a while Brent slipped the wet brief off of Willie, without an objection from the guy. Brent watched the giant tool buck nervously, as if communicating something to the guys. At last Brent held the pulsing muscle in his hand.

“Next time we play I’ll show you something else that feels awesomely good,” whispered Brent. He looked forward to demonstrating that immediately by sticking a finger or two inside Willie’s butt-hole, but he didn’t push his luck. Instead, he backed off and let go of the cock so both of them could watch it leap up every few seconds.

Yet Brent did get to stick his finger into an ass, though not Willie’s. Chad didn’t balk very much when that happened. He took it like a man. By the time Brent removed his finger and inserted his cock in the hole, a large amount of pre-cum had already coated the long tool. That made the rod’s entry extremely smooth. The fucking also went easily, not needing additional lube. Brent gave the guy’s ass a session that seemed unending. The fucking lasted so long that eventually Chad could no longer restrain the mushrooming thrills that demanded to take over his slim body. When he at last gave in to it, sperm suddenly shot out with incredible force. It quickly covered Chad’s chest, but the first of those shots flew considerably farther than that.

Seeing the cum conquer Chad and hearing the guy’s accompanying moans, Brent could no longer hold back his own impatient cum. It darted into Chad’s ass with a rocket’s power. The potent male fluid shot as far into Chad as it could. The guy’s convulsive moans tried to convince Brent that the sperm had penetrated every inch of the stud’s body. He never forgot those sounds.

Brent’s meeting with Mark took a different turn. Brent intended to drive them both to a nearby National Park, where he would give Mark a wilderness fucking he would never forget. In the car Mark’s eyes focused almost continuously on Brent’s crotch, showcased in the super tight jeans he wore. Mark put a hand on Brent’s upper thigh and kept it there. Soon the hand ventured toward the top of the driver’s well-worn Levis and after a moment he unfastened its metal button. Brent figured it wouldn’t matter letting the guy explore his rod for a moment. Slowly Mark pulled down the zipper. He gazed for a moment at Brent’s well-packed jockstrap. Then he slowly pulled the pouch aside to get a top-to-bottom view of the tall, unashamed cock. It stood straight up, unabashedly displaying itself to Mark.

His eyes admired every inch of the tall tool. But simply looking at its wider-than-usual size only accelerated his passion. He could no longer ignore the growing flames of his desire. Mark lowered his head and captured the top half of the rod in his mouth. Brent gasped. An intense feeling of pleasure swept through him. He immediately thought of pulling Mark’s head away, but the pleasure had already become too great for that. Mark put his arms firmly around Brent’s sides. Mark allowed his tongue and lips to investigate the cock from its lowest point to its tip.

Brent had felt this kind of ecstasy before. He had once allowed Kevin to suck on his cock, but only as a prelude to assaulting Kevin’s ass with it. As Kevin’s lips affectionately slid up and down the impressed tool, Brent found it harder and harder to withdraw the excited rod from Kevin’s mouth. Brent recalled the perfect, round shape of Kevin’s ass and wanted to get his cock between those cakes. He eventually did so, but that required more resolve than he ever imagined.

Yet Mark’s technique became an even greater challenge to Brent. As Mark went on seducing the cock with his lips and tongue, Brent no longer trusted his driving while entrapped by such a commanding pleasure. Brent found a spot to park his car on the roadside, in a remote, heavily forested area. He then tipped his head back against the headrest and found himself weakening from a feeling that would soon demolish whatever defenses he had remaining.

But Mark did his demolishing at an extremely slow pace. He knew how to do that well after having previous experiences with several other cocks. But when Mark’s mouth so easily took charge of his cock, Brent realized that Mark had done this kind of thing before. The guy always managed to keep a cock at or slightly below the threshold of orgasm for many minutes. And that required the talent of a real expert. Mark had become the new owner of Brent’s meat. He loved every minute of that domination, keeping Brent motionless and unable to regain control of his muscles.

Mark made him lose track of the time. He didn’t just suck on the cock. Often he soothed the stiff muscle for long periods just by pressing against its tight skin or caressing it with his tongue. Brent groaned frequently because of this—and whenever Mark demanded some of Brent’s pre-cum. He often tongue-wrested the cock in a certain way until it secreted a stream of that “cock saliva” for him. That kept Brent in a foggy state of pleasure that never ended.

Under these circumstances, Brent could no longer think about his goal of fucking Mark. Nothing else seemed to matter after Mark’s lips touched his rod. Brent groaned and spread his legs as widely as possible. As his pleasure rose, he announced his submission not with a loud yell or by tapping out, but by simply resting a hand on Mark’s head and keeping it there. Although he longed for an orgasm, Mark denied it—so far. Instead, Mark patiently—and even cruelly—taunted Brent’s frantic cock, daring the muscle to explode in his mouth.

It didn’t. Brent’s breathing deepened and slowly accelerated. His mouth opened and stayed that way. His abdominal muscles began to deeply heave inward and out again. Mark felt that excitement in Brent’s cock as well. A warm stream of “p.c.” started to flow out of it almost steadily. Mark let the stream accumulate in his mouth and swallowed it in big gulps every so often. Brent gasped from the indescribable pleasure of that as he watched and heard Mark sporadically swallowing it. Brent wondered how much longer he could hold back the looming orgasm.

Mark’s mouth and tongue clung to the swollen tool as if they never intended to disengage from it. In addition, Mark wanted to encompass even more of the rod. So he moved his head and mouth lower, consuming as much of the long tool as he could. Brent cried out in pleasure as Mark held it there, feeling the throbbing cock with his tongue. After a while Mark rubbed his tongue lightly across the side and top of the cockhead. That action triggered what Brent had wanted from the beginning.

Mark held him tighter as the cock at last erupted. Brent cried out as thrills of pleasure pierced every nerve and muscle of his body. He couldn’t move—pleasure had paralyzed him. Mark downed every honeyed gob, spurt and drop that flew into his mouth.

After the orgasm, Mark kept the cock in his mouth for at least another minute, celebrating what he had taken from it. He eventually released the rod. But right away he re-captured it in his mouth, intending to force more of Brent’s exceptional cum out of it, whether Brent approved or not. Mark tightened his arms around Brent as before. Then came an extended series of more hopeless cries, combining Brent’s spectacular pleasure and his resounding defeat.

Brent grabbed Mark’s head with both hands and tried to pull it away from his overheated rod. But he couldn’t. As Mark sucked the cum out of him, it left the exhausted driver with very little energy. Brent groaned weakly, but couldn’t do much of anything else. His usual strength had disappeared. He no longer had total control of his body. He hoped that Mark would not go for another orgasm—how could he survive another one?

Yet he didn’t have a choice. He could only watch, and feel, Mark seductively siphoning his cock toward another explosion. Brent’s pleasure redoubled. His cries mirrored his dazzling, intolerable ecstasy. Brent’s body stiffened once more. The pleasure that this time stabbed into him had a furious, insistent nature that he’d never felt before. Yet he also couldn’t resist it. Brent grasped Mark like a drowning boy clinging to a life guard. His cock let loose as though it never had before. Mark cherished every volley of sperm as it gushed into his mouth. He swallowed everything, while Brent once more became his writhing servant.

Afterward Mark released the captive cock. He looked up at Brent. “Your cum tastes so good I couldn’t resist it!”

He lowered his head and seized the cock in his mouth after only a few seconds. Brent reacted with shock, feeling Mark’s tongue intensively tickling his tool down into his ball sack. Then Mark’s mouth repeatedly pulled up on the cock with mind-blowing power. Brent could not tolerate that kind of raw determination. He yelped wildly, unable to handle another outpouring from Mark. But the guy brought up Brent’s sperm almost instantly, filling Mark’s mouth with its delicious flavor.

Mark had taken him again and this time didn’t release the cock until Brent leaned forward and collapsed onto the steering wheel, totally drained in every sense. Mark grabbed the pulsing cock in a hand and squeezed it lovingly. Failing to get any more sperm, he finally let go of it and smiled at Brent. “Thanks!” he said cheerfully, leaving Brent wheezing and gasping for air.

Remembering that encounter brought him back to his fucking of Damien. The younger brother tried unsuccessfully to squirm. Still restrained in the full nelson, he couldn’t move much. As Brent continued to vanquish the ass, Damien believed he felt the long rod reaching further and further into him. The kid gasped as Brent treated both of them to a fucking that went on and on.

As that took place Brent thought of his encounter with Eli, which lasted much longer than either of them expected. Eli presented much more of a confrontation than other guys did. Although the same age as Brent, he had a shorter frame. However, anyone could see that Eli had an extremely well-conditioned physique, rippling with arm and leg muscles. A lauded member of the high school’s wrestling team, Eli received lots of respect and admiration from both males and females. But he had a secret wish that always gnawed at him: he wanted to get jacked off by some well-built guy like himself.

Every time Brent looked at Eli it rekindled his sexual interest in the guy. But striking up some kind of friendship with him—particularly because he did not engage in serious wrestling himself—presented an annoying problem for Brent. After he thought about his options, Brent decided to ask Eli to act as his own wrestling “trainer.”

That didn’t get very far, but it did allow to the two guys to meet and talk about wrestling. Eli told him of his desire to get into MMA in year or so, whereas Brent only wanted to learn how to properly execute a few holds. But at some point the two agreed to get together in a heavily wooded neighborhood park after dinner to go over some holds for Brent.

On that summer day the heat had become stifling. By the time they met, much of the day’s heat still remained. They found a place in the park where they could mess around without anyone else seeing them. Waist-high, leafy bushes mostly encircled one part of the place. The guys shed their jeans and tee shirts, leaving them wearing only briefs. While the two had fun trading holds, Brent noticed that Eli had a considerable bulge in his low cut, flesh-colored brief. Did that mean he had a bigger than average dick, or that it had recently hardened? Brent didn’t know which answer held the most truth, but he definitely liked seeing the bulge. Several times Eli readjusted himself by sticking his hand inside his brief, which Brent liked watching even more.

During their meeting, Brent took a great risk. When he applied a reverse bear hug on Eli, he put one of his hands directly on part of the wrestler’s bulge. Eli quickly pulled the hand away, but said to Brent, “At least you didn’t grab my balls—nobody does that and gets away with it!”

Brent smiled and patted Eli’s shoulder. They went back to exchanging holds, which tended to become more sustained, and sometimes more painful. Eli tied Brent up in some of his favorite submission holds, including splitting his legs apart so much that Brent had to submit. To retaliate, Brent suddenly pulled Eli’s brief down several inches, exposing about half of his butt. Eli frowned and pulled it up, but not all the way.

Brent quickly slipped behind Eli and caught him in another reverse bear hug. While Brent had his arms around Eli, Brent’s rod began to push above his brief’s waistband. Brent ultimately pressed the top of his cock against the Eli’s butt, then into his ass crack. That angered Eli. But before he could mount a defense, Brent pushed roughly about an inch of his rod, slick with pre-cum, into the hole. Eli felt stunned and infuriated. He pounded on every part of Brent’s body that he could reach, particularly Brent’s muscular thighs. But Brent kept him in a firm grip. He slowly pushed the cock deeper into the hole.

Eli felt every muscle in his body constricting. He didn’t move—or the surprise of Brent’s action temporarily disarmed him. Brent gloated over Eli’s predicament and nudged his cock mostly in all the way. Eli’s mouth opened in shock. Unable to free himself, and knowing that Brent would likely keep him trapped there, Eli’s frustration boiled over. He snarled, “Get your cock outa my ass!”

But no amount of protesting changed anything for Eli. “All you guys wanna do is fuck every guy you see!”

At first Brent didn’t know how to reply to that. But then he said, “Yeah, I do like to fuck guys. But I wanted you because of your awesome body. I’ve gone to all your matches and cheered for you, wishing I was your opponent—even though I would lose the match. That wouldn’t matter for me.”

Eli’s anger started to wane, but he said nothing. Brent cautiously began to slide his cock back and forth. The slow rhythm of it made the wrestler settle down somewhat.

Brent continued. “I knew that you and I might only meet in person for a short time, so I figured you could handle getting fucked.”

Brent’s fucking went on, gradually picking up speed. But Brent made every forward thrust mean something. His success at fucking his idol made Brent groan in frequent, sexy sighs. It turned him on so much that, after only a minute, his sack skin stiffened around each of his balls. At the same time Eli’s ass started to hug Brent’s invading cock. The escalating pleasure came as no surprise to either guy.

Soon Brent could not delay his orgasm any more. Just before it came, he announced it with a muffled gasp of triumph. Eli felt the sperm shooting into him with a boldness he didn’t expect. He could only let it come. The orgasm left Brent out of breath. Even though his cum had stopped shooting, he held Eli tightly and kept his cock in the guy’s ass.

“You got what you wanted,” muttered Eli. He heard Brent trying to regain his normal breathing, but that took awhile.

“Yeah, I did!” replied Brent. “Thanks, man. Now, what do you want?”

Eli started to speak slowly, quietly and honestly. “I want a buddy who likes jackin’ me off and likes seein’ my cum shoot. That buddy also likes wrestling a lot, so he and I can wrestle with each other when we have time. In addition, he can keep quiet to others about what he and I do together: I don’t want a reputation as a gay fighter.”

“I get it,” said Brent. He pulled his cock out of Eli and ended his reverse bear hug on him. He slowly peeled down Eli’s brief and took hold of the wrestler’s hardening, upright cock with both hands. “You sure have a big one,” said Brent. He put some non-threatening squeezes on it.

Eli didn’t complain about Brent doing that. In truth, he considered Brent’s squeezes as a kind of compliment. But Brent’s fingers started to stroke Eli’s long rod. At first the strokes didn’t pose a threat for Eli. Yet Brent kept at it, slowly forcing the tool into a horizontal position. Then he aimed it directly at the dense, leafy bushes nearby. Eli yielded to Brent’s pressure, bending his knees until they finally kissed the grass below. While on his knees and hidden by bushes, Eli spread his legs further apart. His cock hole began to ooze lots of pre-cum. Brent could feel it lubricate his fingers and also Eli’s tightening cock. He treated the stiff muscle to some addictive, slippery pulls, making Eli gasp. Brent soon stopped, preventing the guy from reaching an orgasm. Brent did more slow pulls—but only enough of them to bring Eli again to the point of erupting.

Brent’s controlling of Eli’s inflamed rod continued for many minutes, always making the guy groan in pleasure.

My brother likes it when do this to him.”

Eli whispered, “I can see why.” He hoped that Brent would soon take him over the edge and make him cum. But he didn’t. Eli gripped Brent’s arms with increasing urgency. Brent understood. He kept applying his form of pleasure-and-denial to the anxious cock. He kept the guy expecting an orgasm that would never take place—until he heard Eli beg for it.

But Eli never begged for any reason. His toughness would not allow him to beg a wrestler to release him, even if the guy put him in a long, agonizing submission hold. He had trained himself to tolerate pain. Yet Eli now found himself caught in a hold that Brent would describe as “sexual wrestling.” He wondered how long he could keep his idol on the edge of an orgasm. Yet if Eli wouldn’t beg, then Brent would give him the best orgasm he ever had. “When you gonna irrigate these bushes?” taunted Brent.

Brent thought of this while fucking Damien. Then Brent got more serious as he talked to his brother. “I know I haven’t been around much lately,” he whispered to his brother. “That’s not because I don’t think you’re sexy—because you are. But I need to get with other guys, because I found out that they’re all around, ready to have fun with me. Damien, I can’t help it. That doesn’t mean I’ll forget about you. I won’t. I’ll always keep coming back to you. I hope you understand. It would mean a lot to me if you did.”

Damien said nothing for a long time as Brent fucked him, holding his cum back many times. But he reached a point where he could no longer control it. Both guys gasped as the magical fluid held them both in awe as it fired into Damien with unparalleled masculine energy.

When he pulled out, Brent stuck a finger into Damien’s butthole to search for any residue of cum. He couldn’t find any. “Damn. I got you so deep that none’s gonna leak out.”

Brent rolled Damien onto his back, then snuggled next to him. He put a hand next to the guy’s cock, which stretched out just above Damien’s gut. Brent started to lightly tease its head, using only a single fingernail. That made the cock jump excitedly. Brent did it again, getting the same reaction. He kept the cock-teasing going, making sure that he constantly rekindled Damien’s youthful excitement. When the light of a new day started to filter into the bedroom, Brent could watch his teasing and the cock’s jumping with no trouble.

Before long, Brent’s cock-tickling brought up a large amount of his brother’s pre-cum. Damien groaned as the cock let it drain onto his chest. A few minutes later Brent’s tickling drew more of it out of Damien’s cum-hole. Then Brent got an idea. He reached for an empty glass on a small table by the bed. He positioned the glass so that it surrounded most of Damien’s outstretched cock. He rubbed the inside bottom of the glass against the tip of the swollen cockhead. That caused a stabbing pleasure that Damien couldn’t control. Brent heard a sexy gasp and witnessed cum forcefully squirting into the glass.

Almost immediately Brent fired his own cum into it. He swirled the contents around, then drank about half of it. He gave the glass to Damien, who drank down the rest of the mixed cum. The guys smiled and did a prolonged kiss.

“I’m gonna make up for lost time!” Brent grinned. He secured Damien’s balls in a tight squeeze. “I’m gonna get you again.”

“You can’t make me cum that way,” replied Damien.

“Wanna bet?”