One day, you catch your stepbrother playing basketball shirtless. What do you do? More
One day, you catch your stepbrother playing basketball shirtless. What do you do?
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Excerpt: He was a man of few words, but that was exactly what I would expect from a hunky, masculine 28 year-old. He had the personality and attitude of James Bond: they both never smiled and were men of few words, and yet, had immense raw sexual energy emanating from them. Brett oozed sex without even mentioning the word. I watched as the sun’s rays bounced off his bronze, tanned, back muscles. His professional career behind him, he was now a high school gym teacher and coach of the varsity basketball team, but he did not neglect his body. He continued to train as though he were still a professional athlete. Every morning, I would hear him get up early and work out in the gym room at home. I’d hear him pound the treadmill and I’d hear the clang of the machines as he grunted and sweated his way through his workout routine. I’d lie in bed and listen to the manly grunting sounds, jerking off to the highly arousing noises. Many mornings, I’d touch myself to the sound of my stepbrother working out in the room next to me. Then, I’d come in torrents, soaking my bedsheets completely. As I gazed at my new stepbrother’s muscular body, I caught my own cock stirring.