He wasn't bad, but I could tell he had never done that before and needed to learn to deep throat it. I wanted him to choke and gag on it, so I grabbed... his head and forced him to take every inch to the back of his throat. His eyes watered as he obeyed my command. He struggled a little. "That's not how you suck dick", I said. I pulled down his boxers to reveal his perfect hard cock bobbing between his legs.I got on my knees and sucked him off perfectly, looking him in the eyes and slowly guiding. J lived with my mum in a small but cute house in north England, away from my dad and his family. Because we lived together in such a cramped space, me and my brother shared a room and we had bunk beds, so we grew close, we knew everything about each other and shared secrets.We were both in the same 'gang' at high school, I was the head cheerleader and A.J was the head footballer, we trained the same amount of time each week and because my squad represented his team, we were together 24/7, so we. “Maine rone lagi aur unse request ki, “Aap aisa mat kijiye. Please.” Par unhone meri ek nahi suni. Unhone mujhe ek zor se thappad mara aur mujhse pucha, “Tu kiske sath rehti hai?” Maine kaha, “Akeli.” Woh ye baat sunkar khush ho gaye aur zor se mere boobs daba diye. Unke chehre par ek alag hi khushi aa gayi.Unhone itne zor se dabaye ki mere muh se chikh nikal gayi. Phir unhone apne bete ki taraf dekha aur bola, “ Dekh Salim. Main tujhe sab sikhaunga. Lekin aaj ki raat nahi. Aaj main ji bhar ke. Kintu ar eguno thik hobe na, ei bhebe anjali nijer monke sokto korlo, gaye sari-ta joriye niye uthe daralo. ‘abar pore koris, kemon’ bole anjali bathroom-e dhuke galo.Anjali bathroom-e dhuke-i sari-ta chere, age oi ros-e bheja saya-ta khule phello. Tarpor ayna-te nijer nogno rup dekhte dekhte, abhi-r kotha bhebe, gude angul dhukiye masturbate korte laglo. Kintu ki aschorjo, anjali-r chokher samne bhese uthlo bachhu-r pajama-r bhetor khara hoya bara. Bachhu nischoi etokhon servant toilet-e giye.