Date: Tue, 13 Jan 2004 15:33:19 EST
From: F123hartman@aol.com
Subject: angel of angels  smarter than my big brother  bisexual

Bisexual - Smarter than my dumb big brother, my angel of angels

    I felt more naked than raw nude in my white terrycloth robe as I sat on
my bed and enjoyed the aroma of warm sperm cream scenting up my room.  As my
candle lit up my intentions, my brother opened up my dorm room door with a smile
on his face as he prepared to enjoy all of our naughtiness necking.  I
quickly jumped up with robe almost untied and threw my arms around dumb brother boy
and warmly kissed his cheek.  There was a hesitation look on his face but he
quickly took hold of my head with hands covering my ears.  Then He pulled my
face to his and kissed me good like more like passionately.
    I shifted my weight and quickly closed the door and struggled a little
with him while I locked the door and then I swallowed his kiss with a soft moan
of joy coming from my throat.  Yes, I love my brother. I love all of him.  He
has a wand with a head the size of a big fat plum and its deep hot purple red
turns me on immediately.  Mine is just like his so I know it turns on my
partners in lots of ways.  As I sat back on the bed, he knelt down in front of me
pushing my legs apart as his hands pushed open my robe and softly touched my
hairy legs.  I began stroking his face and my tongue tongued him deeply.
     The mood changed a little as he began talking softly and he asked if I
thought there would ever be a time when we weren't closely sharing everything
together.
     "You have a girlfriend?" I asked.
     "Well, yes," he admitted.
     "We both date girls and guys and enjoy fuck friendly times and then we
deeply enjoy each other.  I don't care if you fuck your bride every night. It
won't bother me.  There will always be those times when we are alone and
secretly sharing together."
     And then he said, "Yea, like her girl friend visits and takes my place
in bed and I find myself in my own home snuggled up against your ass."
     "You better be doing more than that." I insisted.  I want our juices
like cement dry sealing our pubic hair like knots all tightly tied together. And
when we wake up, we enjoy each separating black hair tickle as we slowly pull
ourselves apart."
     "Yea, I want to run my tongue into your hole in the morning before we
get up to go to the john and yea, tasting my jism sauce still cumming out of
your hole."  Brother boy laughed as he bent forward and kissed my hot throbbing
shaft.
     I patted him gently and told him, "there are private passions for
everyone we love and it often runs very very deeply."  Then I revealed to him how I
had just had to kids kissing my dick in the school john.  Brother boy
surprised me when he admitted sneaking a girl into one of those johns when he was that
age and getting the chance to slide his rod up and down her crack.
     "No, I didn't fuck her but I wet her cunt and touched her tits and I was
almost in holely holy heaven. " He admitted.
     I started pulling off his shirt as he began licking all of my hot
throbbing plum head.
With each lap of his tongue, I quivered and shivered and what was supposed to
be a passionate afternoon turned into my shooting strings of semen sperms all
over his tongue, lips, face and hair.  We both were so hot that he also
exploded and creamed his underwear while also staining the front of his pants with
his wet white cream.
We both quickly separated.  We looked a mess.  We looked like that dish
filled with semen had splashed all over us.  We stunk sperm.  Our holely heavenly
weekend had begun real sexually.  We reached for tissues and towels to help
clean up our Catholic sinning souls.  Every naked or almost naked saint would be
warmly remembered on this weekend of brotherly sharing.
    Please tell me about your holy experiences.  F123hartman@aol.com