"Do you think I look ok? Do you like my dress?" she asked. Then she said to me "you know I have this girlfriend at work who only dates black guys. She...told me that even though the whole size thing is kind of a myth every black guy she's been with was hung pretty well. She says they all seem to be thicker than white guys too! Mmmm, I bet Tony and Rick are both huge!" I snapped my head around and glared at her. "Youre really excited about this, aren't you? What about how pissed off you were at me. This was his first time out in drag. And he had come all the way to Amsterdam to do it. It was the only place he felt safe enough. There were tv and ts clubs back in Scotland, but frankly he half expected one of his bosses to walk in on him ... or a workmate to spot him going into the meeting place or bar.This was better. No one knew him in Holland, apart from Jen. They had read about this bar on the internet, saved up their cash and flew over for a cheap for a four night stay. The hash bars. It was never about anything other than the sex. Poseidon was different, other than the obvious fact that he was a 20-something year old man. Poseidon wasn’t dominated, or afraid, or awestruck by Tommy like girls were. Poseidon just seemed amused. When 5:30am finally rolled around the sun rose, and the morning meant Tommy was free from his contractual obligation to be Poseidon’s plaything. But Tommy, who was biting a pillow to stop from screaming as Poseidon rammed his ass harder than ever,. The purpose of these visits was to help my brother cum. I wanted my brother to cum. I wanted to do everything I could to help my brother cum. My purpose ... was to help my brother cum.It was that thought that overcame me when I finally did cum. I hope I’m not coming across as a freak, cumming while staring at my brother’s cock - like I said, there was absolutely nothing sexual about it. It was more like a medical thing - I was there to help my brother cum, and getting myself off was just a way.