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You called yourself a top. He had other ideas.

True tops can sniff out a fake like second-nature. Stop pretending. Take some pretty pics of that pussy and whore yourself out on the apps. Real tops have things to do so stop wasting time.

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The new laws mean that all birthers, male or female, aren’t allowed to wear clothing of any kind. During winter this means Daryl is stuck in the house, aircon pumping. During summer, he can barely walk a block without some guy bending him over or slipping a finger up his ass.

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It started as a joke. Every night I’d kiss my brother goodnight on the lips and it just got longer and longer. After a few months we’d stand there for a solid minute kissing each other good night and I’d hurry back to my room to jack off thinking about how much it was turning my one.

“Dude,” I said softly as I felt his hand wander down and rest on the front of my sweat pants.

“This okay?” He asked as we looked at each other nervously.

I nodded yes and he squeezed my dick through the fabric and we started kissing again. I had slipped him my tongue once before but only for a moment. It was now or never. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and we started making out like crazy.

I was sick of these games we had been playing. I wanted to mess around with my brother and I knew he wanted to as well. I grabbed hold of him and pressed our bodies together and he moaned in my mouth as I humped my hardening dick into him.

“Let’s go to my room,” I suggested.

“Okay,” he agreed. “Should I bring condoms?” He asked.

I was surprised by his simple but forward question. Was I going to fuck him? Now that he brought it up it was on the front of my mind.

“Naw, let’s play it by ear,” I said.

If I was going to put my dick in him I didn’t want to use one, but we had some other things to try before we talked about that.

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Mom and Dad had no clue what we were doing downstairs once they went to bed. I was balls deep in my brother and fucking loving it. Christmas wouldn’t be the same if we didn’t do it. Was this our tradition? Ten years and counting.

“Your man fuck you this good?” I asked him.

“It’s different,” he smirked.

“I’d hope so,” I said and then kissed him.

“This different than your wife?” He asked.

“Of course, and your ass is tighter too,” I said.

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ALLA CARTA Francesco Nazardo

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The suspension creaked as we pounded away in the back seat of my brother’s old car. His giant cock nearly splitting me in half while I held on for dear life, his thrusts so hard and deep-reaching like a crazed animal. I screamed and moaned in pure ecstacy as he grunted in my ear. He jizzed in my ass while I coated us in my load, just as the police officer knocked on the fogged up window.

“You two either need to leave or let me in…”