At BROTHERAGEM... 69 with my cousin

(continued) Leaving the building's gym, the three of us took the elevator, my cousin and I went down to my floor, and Arthur went up to the roof. We've been banking the ugly straights in front of the security cameras in our building, and the jail has no idea what just happened in the locker room at the academy. After all that whoring, we were very hungry. When we finished lunch, I invited my cousin to my room to play a video game. Did you like the academy? Lucas, what a crazy thing to do, man. - You enjoyed catching Arthuzim in his filth. - Dude, what the hell, man, I busted him. I'm the one who broke it, my roll is smaller than yours, but it's thicker. So I owe you that? Of course, Brunim, and I'll charge you. Arthur takes all the kittens from the building, and because he's from the richest family, he gets them all from me. I let go of the handle... went to the door and locked it slowly so no one would notice. I took off my clothes and I got naked, my dick was hard as stone, pointing upwards, and I went to my cousin and I said to him... - Take your fucking clothes off. - No, I'm tired of it. - I fucking told you to. I walked in front of him and I pulled his arm, dropped the handle on the floor and made him stand up, and I hugged him by putting both hands inside his bermuda and nibbling his ass, and he hugged me nibbling my ass, too. I lifted up his shirt and took it off, leaving his smooth chest exposed. I pulled down his bermuda along with his underwear. Now we were naked facing each other. He pushed me onto the bed and made me lie down. He came over and now we were squeezing stick by stick. Sometimes my roller would squeeze his huge fingernails. Our bodies healed tightly on each other, squeezing us in an agony of strong, very tense breathing. Even though we'd made out two hours earlier inside Arthur's, our sticks were ready for another transaction, the skin of my stick burning so fiercely that we made each other's bodies, and I spoke into his ear... - Brunim... suck my roll will... stick your tongue into the scalp of the head of my stick. - You son of a... - Turn your fucking body around. He took my scroll and started licking her scalp, and he was on top of me with his huge balls pointing right at my mouth, and although I wasn't used to that, I did peck his balls. Those huge eggs wouldn't even fit in my right mouth. I started biting lightly making him pull the stick right in my forehead and meanwhile groaning in fear of pain. I spit in that giant scrotal sac. I took his balls out of my mouth and licked his groin all the way to the middle of his ass. His pimple was still glowing from the anesthetic ointment I applied to it this morning, so I reached into my backpack and managed to get the ointment in there, and I went through his middle finger and started shoving it up his ass, my finger going back and forth up his ass. I used to go crazy feeling him sucking me and seeing his ass open right in front of me. What a cute ass... he started trying to swallow my stick and it lit a fucking fire in me. I grabbed his stick and I was punching making my hand start getting wet with the weed dripping from his roll. Meanwhile I was biting his ass. And more ointment was passing. When I sensed that he was going to make a joke, I squeezed his balls from his gloves, and he screamed, and before I could take my mouth off my roll, I ejaculated into his hot little mouth. You made fun of my mouth and squeezed my fucking balls! Poo Brunim, it was bad, I was joking and I tried to warn you. I'm going to the bathroom to wash my mouth. I got up and went after him. My dick was fucking dripping. I went to the bathroom, and he was naked, brushing his teeth, and I came over and I hugged him and I said, "I'm sorry". - That was bad, bro. My balls are killing me, you son of a bitch. It was bad, Brunim, treading on you drives me crazy, that blow job of yours was daora zee. - You made my ass hurt, now my balls are hurting too... fuck you, bro. - Come to my little whore... I hugged him tightly and with one hand I punched his stick that quickly reached the 22 cm pointing upwards. By the reflection of the mirror I watched his face of pleasure feeling my hand in the back and forth and the other smoothing his smooth and thin little nipple. My stick gave life sign and began to rise. I positioned it upwards it drove for his hole. The fact that I'd smeared anesthetic ointment all over his ass made it easier for my cane to advance, and he quickly locked his ass when he felt the stimulus of my dick's head coming to rest. I whispered in his ear... - Let's make love to each other, Brunim. You broke into my house last night. - Poo bro... just your little head, go... - I'm not touching it. Let's make love, let's just relax a little to see if the ointment is good. He relaxed a little, and my stick pushed so hard that it slipped into him, and of course I slowly penetrated the whole thing. His breathing became more and more hoarse and he made faces that I could see in the mirror and I sucked his ear and I licked his back of the head and I was talking softly and his roll was getting wetter and wetter with my fist. And after all the fun we'd had before... we'd been climbing softly and feeling the weave together until he shivered and suddenly ejaculated into my hand. I had to hold him because he got his legs twisted. He leaned forward on top of the sink and that made his butt higher. I started to accelerate into him looking down and seeing his ass pecking at my roll... And there came that itch rising up my urethra, along with a nice chill and a loss of strength leaving me with a buzzing in my ear and making my roll pulsate and pour firewood into it. Jaitin didn't even have any more milk to come out straight... But it was very good. I thanked him for the climb. We went to the boxing gym, and we showered together, and we soaped each other, and it was a lot of fun. After we got dressed, I unlocked the bedroom door quietly and we lay exhausted in bed. I lay in my bed and he lay on the inflatable mattress next to the bed. We slept exhausted... until about 7:00 the maid woke us for dinner. In the minds of my parents and my uncles, all this fatigue was because of the gym, and after breaking into our neighbor's house until they were right...