Sure. XXNX He was wearin’ white nylon rugby shorts with short legs, the kind which let me see just how good his legs were – thighs firm and muscular, sprinkled with dark hair, calves sweetly curved, and nice feet. He was wearin’ white nylon rugby shorts with short legs, the kind which let me see just how good his legs were – thighs firm and muscular, sprinkled with dark hair, calves sweetly curved, and nice feet. My brother had called me Jamie, my friends. Nah. I hauled my cock out, fat with desire, and tried to pee. I wanted to taste every part of his body, to slide my tongue into every crevice and cleft, every-fuckin’-where. Oh, he liked havin’ me around. I had to hitch to Geelong and catch the train from there and I only got home at ten at night.
