Thats what I did and when I walked in I stopped dead in my tracks. Sitting on the bed was my friends brother, laying back buck naked, his stiff thick ...ock (9" thick, cut) standing at attention. I was speechless, all my ffiend said to me was, "you said you wanted to suck off my baby brother" start sucking! Still speechless, I took a few hits of 420 to relax and finally admitted to him that I had been curious about sucking his hot dick for awhile now, and he had the same fantasies about me.. These people are obsessed with it. They will happily keep screwing each other until the hoards out there come walking through the gates and then they'll ask themselves how it happened. If I'm going to help prevent that from occurring, then I cannot allow myself to become a part of it. If I start going on the same sort of sex binge that everyone else seems to be wrapped up in, pretty soon I'll convince myself that we really don't need to post guards up on the hills or keep them alert. I don't. He: mai toh sirf apsey dosti karna chahta hoonMe: theek hai hum dost hai busHe: toh hum phone per baat kar saktey haiMe: kabhi kabiHe: ok fir uska roj phone aaney laga mujhe majboori has kar usko baat karni padti thi fir ek din bahut tej barish ho rahi thi uska phone aaya wo poochne laga kaha per hai, maine kaha k mai college k liye nikli thi but abi rastey mai hoon or barish hai to kahin market mai ruki hoon, usney poocha kon c market mai toh mai bol diya 35 maiMaine usko jhooth bola tha jabki. They were without hope, but it was their role in this life to provide the same sacrifice in order to ensure their own hero succeeded, as well.The captain, a man known as Cyril, was young for his station, barely in his twenties, but bold and confident and favored by his men. He came from a family said to be related in some way to Odysseus himself, though the rumors never could agree on exactly how the bloodlines connected. Cyril was a man of wealth, but humble, a hero-in-the-making, but not.