I guess it amounts to almost the same thing."By that point in her story my own cock was aching and I had to do something about it. I had almost convin...ced myself that I could get away with fucking Tally, but I knew I couldn't. She probably wouldn't anyway. We'd both promised Barb. Instead I said I was going to bed. Tally said she was tired, too. I helped her -- not that she needed it, she was used to hopping on one leg -- to her room and got her tucked in.I went into the master bath off our. I was nearly sixteen and ready for the big leap when a cousin came to stay with us for couple of days. At that time she was around seventeen and experienced in all things sexual, so she took the initiative and at night we made love in my room, while my parents slept in theirs.I don't exactly remember whether I was good or bad but she had opened up the floodgates and I just couldn't have enough of her: We made love in the afternoon when my parents were out; we made love at her house when I went. The whole of Mario’s body went limp on the bed once he had given his final spurt. Paul, still fully-clothed, crawled up over his pale, naked body until they came face to face and dark brown, smiling eyes looked up into his. The exhausted young man lifted his head as though to kiss him but, instead, licked the dribble of his own ejaculate from his chin to his lower lip, culminating in an appreciative peck before collapsing backwards once more. Fuck, this guy’s sexy, Paul marveled. With a more. Even with a small touch of his manhood I felt him let loose a groan. He had done so much for me tonight and now it was his turn, still surrounded by dancers I unzipped his jeans and slipped my hand inside. As we moved together I gently rubbed my brother’s erection through his boxer shorts. His head drooped down and rested on my shoulder for a moment, and then I felt his lips on my neck. He began to slowly and softly plant kisses on the warm flesh of my neck; his hands were now on my bare back,.