Guess that answers my next question,” I typed. “Holy shit, Shawn; I can’t believe that just happened,” I said, completely out of breath. “I know. His head was leaned back on the couch, and I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face. There he was, biting that bottom lip again. Is it my sister? Him on the floor between my legs in the middle of my living room, more and more of my cock disappearing into his face. We had talked about baseball and made small talk, but there had been no mention of our jacking each other off just two days earlier. That was incredible. To say that I wasn’t expecting it would be an understatement. We were close. Around 11:30, I texted him. He hung around, we all watched a movie, and then he headed home. Man, that’s a tough one. She finished me off with her hand. What’s up?”
“Not much. “No, I haven’t. He did stop by on Saturday evening for dinner with my wife and me, and things seemed normal. Kinda thought you regretted stuff.”
“Oh, nah. But yea, I’ve thought about it.”
“Maybe thought about it more recently?” he winked at me when he said it. I started massaging his balls with a bit more firmness as I felt his body tensing up.
