After drinking half of it,I did feel a little better. I mustard up the courage to ask he how I would play with myself. He smiled and said your first...time should be special. Come with me he said,,and headed back to his bedroom. Finishing my beer I followed him. He said to lay on his bed,I sat on the side of it. He stacked a couple of pillows up and said to lean back. As I laid down he came over to the side and knelt down. "Just relax and watch " he said " I'll do it for you." As I laid. Sometime his, sometimes mine. It didn’t really matter.Each morning, Trent got whatever he wanted. Sometimes he’d wake up with a hard-on that needed to be sucked until he shot a load of cum down my throat. Sometimes he’d bend me over the kitchen counter and fuck me from behind until we both creamed all over his pumping shaft. Afterwards, we always showered together before getting dressed for work.Evenings usually included a quick fuck in the kitchen or bent over the dinette table as soon as we. He wrenched histhoughts away from that line of speculation. He realised he had been watching the sleeping slave Lilianne;it had been a habit of his on Earth to wake early and he hadoften delighted in studying the sleeping form of his companion,if he had one that night. There was something sensual about thesight of a woman lying asleep, especially after he had sex withher. The knowledge of physicality between them added a touch ofpleasure to what was, to male eyes, already a subject worthy. My older brother Brett has been hot for his entire life...a cute boy, a handsome young man, and now a high school senior on the wrestling team, so he had added a gorgeous set of muscles on top of that already overwhelming package.Heh, package...speaking of package, that brings me to what started all this: I sometimes sneak into my brother's room to borrow his laptop, since I don't have one of my own. I have an old smartphone (Brett's hand-me-down), but that little screen isn't great for videos..