We both have brown, wavy hair, but he let's it grow into more of a mop. My brother, Matt, was 11 and in a lot of ways looked like a miniature me. 'Hey, Matt! I'm home!' I called softly, still exhausted from my long, hard day. I adjusted my boner in my shorts as I hopped off my bike, leaning it against the garage and walking through the front door.
He has the biggest dick in the 10th grade by far, and his perfectly sculpted muscles are just icing on the cake! I hadn't been out of the closet for long before he figured out a boy's ass will do when the girls don't put out. I rode my bike slowly down the suburb roads, my legs still aching from soccer practice and my ass still aching from hitting the showers with DJ. This work of fiction is designed for entertainment purposes only and is not intended to advocate or promote the actions of the characters particularly and especially in relation to any illegal activities. The author implores readers to check on the legality of accessing this type of written content in your area before proceeding. Please be aware, this story depicts sexual activity involving minors.
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