Vintage Pulp and Original Gay Erotica
Lost Brothers
Finland
FIN-194
Peter A Neus
$3.95
Excerpt
“I… I…” He did miss Johnny, a lot. But after what just almost happened he found himself embarrassed, ashamed. As if he’d cheated on the boy he really loved. “Johnny, I… I’m sorry.”
“Hey, big man. It’s okay. Besides, the kid’s good. I taught him everything he knows, the minute I found out dad had moved to town I looked Jimmy up and got to know him really well.” Johnny started to laugh, but it wasn’t a smile he saw on Bert’s f ace and wondered if he had made a mistake. “We set this whole thing up. For you. You mad?”
“Yes,”
“You are? But, why?”
“Because you didn’t come here sooner.” laughed Bert, reaching out and capturing Johnny tightly in his arms.
“Cum?” chuckled Jim, running his pecker up and down the outer slope of the loose furrow in front of him.
“Come, little brother.” pulling away from Bert, Johnny shifted and turned the dual hug into a three way embrace.
Shifting between the two, Bert didn’t try to determine which tasted better. Just knowing that both were here, within his arms, was enough to make him happier then he could ever remember.
Their actions were new, yet came off as though done by practised lovers. The second Bert felt Johnny’s lips nuzzling back over his ear, he was rolling over to cover Jim. Jim, who was an equal part of this encounter, opened both his arms and legs and as he hugged the man, he felt up into the junction of a hairy stomach and his spares groin. Capturing both their hard cocks in one hand, he was instantly rewarded with a double fuck.
They became a team, each a cog in a true love making machine. Jim licked Bert’s face, fucked through the man’s pubic growth and while his brother slid over both and gave him a wink, he reached down to part the cheeks of Bert’s ass and showed his brother the hair filled crack.
But Johnny didn’t fuck, not with that hurry up and get inside haste. Instead, he tasted the meat of Bert’s neck, while his dickhead slowly, tantalizingly skidded up and down the warm moist furrow. They were even strokes, that had him even so slowly slipping in to enter the valley of those cheeks so he could scraped the crown of his cock over the fluttering bud of the asshole. Fucks that showed Bert his control and had Bert’s hole puckering up and try to take the grinding cock inside and get the fuck of his/their life.
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