But I went on down his fat, throbbing shaft just the same, glad for my more compact, agile form, and the way I could twist myself up in such a small space to take care of my big bro’s big cock.“Fuck yeah, little buddy,” he crooned softly, his strong hand sliding up from my neck and into my hair, rubbing lightly, as his other hand slid down my back, dipping down into the waistband of my shorts where they gaped open as I hunched over. Gay sex Then with a wink and a smile, I tucked his shorts underneath his fat bull balls, leaned in, and licked the fat, moist tip of him. He was never really all that good at subtlety.“Dude,” he muttered, and with a pretend put-upon sigh, I paused the episode, unplugged one earbud, and looked over at him.“What, fucker?” I said. The only other passengers for a half-dozen rows around us were fast asleep, up near the bulkhead.
