Sir was in good shape I however had gained a few pounds over the years and my bottom was a bit flabbySir wasn't the least bit concerned about my weigh...t and was whistling happily as he unlocked the door for me to enter.The house had packing cases and boxes of paperwork stacked neatly from floor to ceiling We've got a room we can use upstairs he said still merrily whistling...He had yet another key to unlock the upstairs room there was a small kitchenette up here and another room to the back of. I had no answers at the time as I lay there feeling his shaft pressed against my ass crack and a slight stickiness on my cheeks. I just couldn’t believe that my own brother as much as he didn’t like me was going to bugger me and there was nothing I could do about it. He lifted off me. I assume he spit in his hand because I felt his fingers wet on my asshole. I tightened it and tried to resist but he soon had one and then two fingers inside me loosening me up which took quiet sometime since I’d. Don't even try to welsh..."The guys all commented on this." s'right man - Bet's a fuckin bet!" Don't fuckin welsh, man. You made the bet- now pay up!"I looked around. "You guys wouldn't do it - you wouldn't - I mean to suck his cock? That's fuckin gay..."Mark spoke up. He seemed to be the drunkest. "We wouldna made such a stupid fuckin bet man." Pointing at everyone with his beer bottle. "We'da never made that fuckin bet - to suck a dick. You're the dipshit that lost all his fuckin money.. ’ The man reached inside his jacket under the crook of his left arm and felt there, a habit he had developed a long time ago and carried with him since. Many times, when he was struck to make a difficult decision his hand would slide up his side until his thumb landed on the butt of his gun, resting there while he was deep in thought. It had become a sort of touchstone for him, a divining rod. Often times he had made life or death decisions, just from the feeling it gave him when he touched.