Maybe it was just us, maybe something in the water at this old, storied house, running through the ancient pipes, flowing down our throats, over our bodies as we bathed in it, drank it in, fucked in and beneath it. Gay sex We passed a couple of brothers, young and old, and they nodded and grinned in passing. Finally about to be realized.“Fuckin’ A, brother,” I grinned, and we leaned in and met again in a grunting man kiss, as Colby undid his father’s shorts and dropped them to the floor with an eager, husky moan, while my boy pushed my shirt off my shoulders and set to work on my belt.Soon John and I were proudly displaying our fatherly tents in our boxer briefs to our worshipful boys. And half the time, you were up there with me.”These parties could get a little wild, it’s true. We looked over at each other once more, and I could tell from the hard flex of John’s still-killer bod that he was right there on the verge.“For the brotherhood, Bill,” he grunted.“For the brotherhood, John,” I moaned back, and then we nodded at each other, looked down into the handsome, sweating, ecstatic faces of our sons, the next generation of SigEp brothers, and like some
