I often dreamed about giving myself to Donovan and that maybe he would leave my sister for me, but I knew it was just a fantasy. Donovan knew about my sexuality and was often affectionate with me, but always in an older brother kind of way. I knew it was wrong to be in love with my sister’s husband. Turning eighteen and becoming a man had only intensified my attraction to Donovan. It didn’t help that I once overheard Carrie bragging to a friend about Donovan’s big cock. I was in my early teens when they married and, even then, I thought Donovan was hot as fuck. My sister Carrie and her husband Donovan were driving me there. I was headed across country to attend college nearly 2,000 miles away in California. “Don’t worry,” he said between kisses, “I won’t tell your sister. Donovan’s hand gripped my ass, his finger eventually exploring the tight folds of my eager hole. We kissed wantonly, our hands exploring each other for the first time. Suddenly, he didn’t seem such a bad fuck, after all. Twenty minutes later, I was back at the pub–hell, yes I was. “Who knows? Maybe he’s like you, likes a little on the side.” “Hm.” I turned away quickly, swallowing my chuckle. I turned to look at him in a different light. “Aw, haha! I wouldn’t say hottie!” He laughed, I laughed. I almost froze but caught myself and just played it cool instead. Me dad and mum run a pub on the Mile, and my little brother works for them there.” “Your whole family live here in Edinburgh, or just you and the wife?” I rubbed my damp cock on the sheet and sat up to grab my undies. Don’t hate, but I just wasn’t that interested. Twice I thought I’d never see home again.” He stopped sucking one of my nipples and nodded. “Well, I’m glad you survived that bullshit in Afghanistan,” I said to him. I popped it twice and he howled at the real moon, then we settle down for a little cuddle time. He couldn’t stick that thing up in the air fast enough, a rising balloon just begging to be popped. He fucked with a similar slow interest and had a similar butt to the first dude, beautifully beefy. How these dudes with wives and kids fuck guys on the side and keep their brains from exploding, I’ll never understand, but it wasn’t really my problem to solve. The second guy was hotter, just returned from Afghanistan a few months earlier and settling back into “married” life. I was glad to be fucking him when I did: from what I could tell, in another 10 years, he’d be another overweight, middle-aged British man making jokes about fat Americans. Just running my hands through his chest hair made me hard, and I guess, generally speaking, he was a good kisser. Still, he was a cute fucker with a tight, beefy, and spankable butt, delightfully sprinkled with red hair and so pale it glowed in the dark. Ethnically British guys make love the way they write mysteries: lots of talk and thoughtful looks, followed by a sudden burst of violence and a half pint. The hottest fuck I ever had there was in Edinburgh, but he was an Arab-Latino grad student from Mexico. He wasn’t, honestly, a great fuck, which is par for the course with British guys. It was one of those times where as soon as you see each other, you know you’re going to get naked and make tingles together. So since I was in Scotland, I did what Scots do and fucked as many willing gingers as I could find.įirst dude was my server at a pub on the Royal Mile. Never one to hide his manhood from his curious friend, Roman lets his new buddy take hold of the naked meat and even tastes it.“When in Rome, do as Romans do,” they say.
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