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"Hey, dude, the question
is: will it fit me? Right, babe?"
I smiled up at him, realizing that I'd been had, bad. Brandon had
obviously pre-planned his 'seduction' of Tyler, with Tyler, well in
advance. I wasn't complaining, though. Far from it. He and Tyler had
obviously rehearsed their positioning ahead of time (which led me
to briefly, and enviously, wonder just how much 'rehearsing' they'd
been doing together), because Tyler climbed onto the rug, rolled onto
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"I'm cumming!" Brandon yelled,
and then his body spasmed over and over in the throes of all-out
ecstasy.
If he thought that his warning was going to make Tyler disgorge
his spurting cock, he was thankfully mistaken. Tyler kept Brandon's
dick firmly locked between his lips, buried in his throat, as
Brandon sprayed load after load of super-heated jizz into Tyler's
mouth. Brandon's big, sweat-sheened body jerked in ecstasy each
time he blasted another wad of semen up against Tyler's tonsils.
Tyler hand-jerked himself a few final drops of salty goo from
Brandon's slick, softening meat, and captured them on his tongue.
Brandon lifted his head from Tyler's swollen cock and looked back
at me. "Hey, babe," he gasped, exhausted and exhilarated,
"let us know if you have anymore fantasies. Maybe Tyler and
I can help you with them, too." I did, and they did.
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