Husband of My Homophobic Sister Ch. 24

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We spend the whole day like that. By nine o'clock, I had two loads in my asshole, and Nathaniel lay with three of them. Spend famished, happy as fuck. Finally, we just rolled around in our bed and made out.

Not once have I called him boy. He is now my baby, my man. Mine fucked up, twisted man!

Even if this turns out to be just a short-time thing, I will remember him like this forever!

"I am hungry."

"I am starving!"

"But I can't move." He laughed weakly.

"Me neither!"

"Fuck it! Let me call special delivery."

"No, stop. Don't use him like that."

"Nate, that guy created so many uncomfortable situations for me that I am sure he can handle bringing us some food." I said with a smile and kissed those full, swollen lips.

I called Jerry.

"Hi, Rick. You two are finally hungry for something other than cum?"

"Yeah, could you be a good friend and bring us something?"

"Sure, can I join the two of you?"

"I don't think that's a good idea, Jerry."

Nate looked at me, interested. I just shook my head with a smile.

"Shame would be hot."

"Thank you, Jerry."

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I kissed Nate and stood up, stretching myself.

"You're so hot!"

"Really?"

"Yeah."

I smirked at him. "I think you are too fucking hot, Nathaniel."

He laughed. "Why do you swear so much, Richard?"

"Do you mind that?"

"I can live with it. I am just curious."

I shrugged my shoulders. "I suppose I am compensating. When I was growing up, swearing was a huge issue. Grandfather swore all the time, but for me, it would've resulted in a trip down to the basement... So after I left, I told myself to swear whenever I feel like swearing."

We heard a knock, and I went to open it.