I glanced at Paul and tried to read his expression; all I saw was patient waiting and a smile. Finally I reached the end, Paul’s cock deep within me and leaned down, supporting myself by hands on his chest as I began to lift myself and drop again, impaling myself on my brother over and over with a regular tempo until my brother reached up and pulled me down for a kiss. And Paul did get several baseball scholarship offers, choosing one from a university about two hours’ drive from our home. I immediately felt his movement as one of his hands left my hip and I felt the slight movement of the bed as he found his cock; clearly I wasn’t the only one ready as I glanced back beneath my upraised body and saw my brother’s full erection approaching my opening with Paul’s guidance. The boys in my life were friends, not boyfriends if you can see the difference. The post-game chat with the parents, I knew, had left other things unsaid. “Last week I worried that I could accommodate you; you felt so big when I had you in my mouth. And yes, if I have anything to do with it we’re going to do it again.
