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Maybe I did something wrong because Eric doesn't react like how Sophie did. He insists on doing it himself, which I guess is a male pride thing. I dunno, I'm sure if I asked Connor to let me undress him, he'd make some witty remark about feeling like a king, and would have happily let me get him naked. But maybe that's the problem. I've been treating Eric like he's Connor with just less experience, but that's not fair. Eric just isn't Connor.

I'm grateful when Sophie makes the move to help Eric. Even if she does seem a little upset, his girlfriend should be able to calm him down better than anyone else in this room. But then she slips, clearly not quite able to handle her **** as much as she thought, and she's on her knees in front of Eric. I have to assume that Eric is completely soft because his underwear shows no sign of arousal.

Connor teases his brother, then pulls me around to the front of the couch again and with a hand on my shoulder, persuades me to kneel in front of him just like Sophie is in front of Eric. But the major difference is that Connor's boxers look stuffed full, and I know he's not even fully hard yet. The difference between the two men is no more apparent than when they're standing side by side. I feel a little bad for Eric, but sitting eye to eye with my boyfriend's half erect dick is making me more than a little horny.

Maybe he expects me to take it out and suck his full 9 inches in front of the other two, but I didn't get to be Connor's girlfriend by always doing what was expected of me. So instead, I simply lean in and breathe against his outline. I open my pretty little mouth and press my lips onto the clothed dick, and when I pull away wet lip prints adorn his bulge. I lean in again, lips just slightly open, and leave more sticky, wet lip prints further down. They look like vampire bites, without the fangs, but rather than sucking blood, his length is only becoming more engorged.

Moving closer to his underwear, I press my lips against his hardness again, but this time I slide my lips down towards his base, leaving wet streaks and pulling the fabric tight against his cockhead so the thick round shape becomes even more obscenely obvious. I press my nose against the crook of his shaft, where the base meets his pubis and inhale deeply. If nothing else, that masculine musk alone could get me wet. I pull back, dragging my tongue over the fabric as I go. The boxers don't taste great, mostly just of fluff, but I love the way my wet tongue makes the underwear adhere to his shape. I cross to the other side, my small nose Eskimo kissing with his cockhead as I swap over.I repeat myself, kissing, licking and sniffing his fat long cock through his boxers, gorging myself on how good even his clothed member feels against my small face.

His cock grows and grows until I've got all 9 inches to work with, but his underwear, as loose as it normally is, is under great pressure to contain the vast rod. I'm certainly not helping by letting it lean against my forehead as I kiss the underside. I have no idea how long I've been doing this. 10 minutes? 20? I lost myself in my love of his size. I think I'm drunker on this than on anything I drank tonight.

However, long it has been, I remind myself that we aren't alone, me and mister cock. For a brief few minutes, I even forgot about my boyfriend whose attached to the meat I love so much. But it's not him I'm curious about, it's Eric. And so, with my tongue lazily lapping at this brother's balls while a 9 inch erection lies along my face, I turn my eyes to Eric...