KDaddy23
I Didn't Forget
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, Dec 26, 2024 at 4:36 PM (12203 Views)
It's the day after Christmas 2024 and I flashed back to when we buried my brother and how cold and rainy it was along with melted snow and how it all combined to rob the pall bearers of the chance to walk his body to its final resting place.
It was one hell of a fucking month. His birthday was on the 3rd of December and as I had on other occasions of his birthday, I'd settled in to have sex with him and enjoyed the still-forbidden pleasure of having his dick in my mouth, hearing him moaning and encouraging me to suck his dick. I moaned as he pumped a warm load of cum into my mouth; I moaned again after flipping him over and pushing my dick into him and hearing him mutter, "I miss this..."
Later, favors were returned, and he wasn't bad as a cocksucker and he had hungrily gotten me to cum in his mouth and he didn't have to turn me over because I was making the turn already and eagerly awaited feeling him going into me. I sighed feeling him in me; it was so familiar feeling him hammering his prick into me and as I had for a whole lot of years, I thought that I could lie under him to be fucked all day long.
He cried out when he came in me and I just moaned and smiled and more so when I knew that all of this would be repeated later in the day and with our ladies involved.
He was killed on the 19th of December by his woman and over some really stupid shit and we buried him on Christmas Eve, and it just made a bad situation for the family a worse situation.
And here it is, almost 40 years after he died and my fondest memories of him are still the ones where we had sex. It's never a thing of my not being able to remember other things about him because I do but having sex with guys, well, it's not quite the same when the guy is your brother,