![]() ![]() ![]() That being the only good man in the world was my little brother Andy.Īnd as ugly as it was to think, that was probably only because he’d had a traumatic brain injury that had essentially arrested him at the age he’d sustained it. He’d bought me a drink, stared in my eyes (not at my breasts, a nice switch) while he chatted with me between sets like he gave a shit about what I said, and BAM!Īll the things all the guys in my life had taught me. I didn’t feel it and we didn’t have anything but near-simultaneous orgasms.Īll I could think was what a complete and utter fool I’d been. ![]() This being a piece of ass not worth any more of his time than it took to get what he wanted out of me.Īnd I wished I could think about what an asshole he was for sharing just that with me. Something that had been shared with me way too many times before. Yeah, I wished I could think about that, even if it had ended with him sharing with me indisputably I was only what I was. ![]() Better than Keith by about ten thousand miles, and Keith was excellent in bed. ![]()
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