Why, he couldn’t say. Do to me what you would want done to yourself.”
Getting a little adventurous, he brought his brother’s cock towards his mouth and kissed its cushiony head. That feels good.” Taking a handful of Jacob’s hair, he encouraged him to bob his head on his cock by forcing him down on it, though not enough to make him gag. Seeing his own cock was one thing, but someone else’s—especially one that was much bigger—was another. That is until Jacob’s little body erupted into a spasm of a sneeze. Since you’re doing such a good job, how about I do something that makes you feel nice?”
Liking the sound of that, Jacob slurped off of his brother’s cock. “Are you saying ‘no’ to me you little cock tease?”
Ignoring the latter remark, Jacob nodded. “It hurts. The physical response of the stiffening of his small cock, of the heat that burned his groin—making him weak in his knees and foggy in his mind—were all just symptoms of his greater illness: being in love with his brother. He raised his hand to touch his brother’s cock, but hesitated from actually doing so. Like a hardon filling tight jeans while he rode the school bus, for instance. Naturally, it felt like his own: hard and smooth.
