But it didn’t happen. I leaned within inches of his erection, said quietly “hello, Babe, are you ready to tag home? “Every time I see them it’s like the first time,” as he glanced up to take in my wide grin. I was in a hurry to get us back to whatever normal I could and Paul seemed in a state of bliss lying on my bed. The next morning we awoke surprisingly early and I had my first experience of my partner’s ‘morning wood’ as I felt my brother’s hardon pressing urgently against my butt. I couldn’t stop the smile as I realized freedom was just over the horizon, when Mom and Dad then placed a small wrapped box in front of my plate. I was never one much for jewelry but I instantly loved the studs and before I could even thank my parents had placed them on my ears. It was the first time we slept, actually slept together as, spooning together, we both fell into a deep sleep. And more firsts as my brother’s youthful virility brought him back to his erect state very quickly so that I could stroke him, giving him his first hand job.
