Handy

It was movie night against at the Littleton's place. But this time, Peter was snoring as the romance movie got towards the end, Peter was sound asleep, snoring noisily.

"Peter, c'mon," Katie said, nudging him. Peter's snoring was interrupted. He grumpily pushed Katie's hand away and went back to snoring.

"Don't bother," Big Peter said, snorting from his recliner. "When that boy sleeps in that couch, he ain't gonna get up for shit."

"He's so lazy sometimes," Katie growled.

"Don't I know it," Big Peter commiserated. "He's small too, I told you. I got something for you to fix that pissy mood of yours."

"I'm not interested, I told you," Katie said, crossing her arms.

"Suit yourself," Big Peter said. He pulled his sweatpants down. He'd gone commando. He had a heavy gut and a large eight inch cock. He was quite hairy, to put it mildly.

"Jesus, put that thing away," Katie groused.

"My house my rules," Big Peter said firmly. "You don't like my rules, the door's right there."

She waited a moment, hoping he was bluffing. But he just kept yanking on its pole. And then she could smell it.

After a few minutes of hearing him jerk off, she couldn't stand it anymore. She walked over to it and sat down on the arm of the chair. She reached down to tug in in her manicured hand. Fuck, it was so much bigger than Peter's cock. So hairy and thick. Fuck.

"I knew you couldn't hold out much longer doll. Give Big Peter a good tugjob." She frowned at the instruction, but did as she was bidden. She spit on his cock to add some lubrication as she pulled at his cock. He lasted a full half hour, before completely hosing down her hand and his shirt with rich seed.

"Fuck," Katie said. Peter ... no, Petey ... was still snoring somehow.