Pupping Out Down Under

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I love traveling. It’s something I’ve only started to be able to do recently and I have been taking full advantage. This past December I took my first international flight in decades - to Australia. In addition to just wanting to visit this beautiful country, I had someone special there I wanted to see, my little brother.

Not my actual little brother, mind you. I mean little brother in the kink sense. Like a daddy and son dynamic, but instead we are big brother/little brother. So lots of teasing, joking around, and “bullying” going on between us.

And by bullying, I mean bullying his ass with my dick.

My little bro is cute, tall, furry, lanky, awkward-like-a-puppy-who’s-too-big-for-his-own-body, adorable, otter of a boy. I had known him for a couple of years, having met through a 3rd person online and instantly bonded. We talk all the time, tell each other everything, and as I was pleased to confirm during my visit, are intensely sexually compatible.

It had been a few days since I arrived (plenty more to tell you about later), and the two of us were relaxing in the small apartment I had rented, content to just enjoy each other’s company for the day. We were, of course, wearing only our jocks, as we had been doing whenever we were alone during my stay.

With my overactive libido, it didn’t take much for us to frequently end up in bed together. Bed not actually required. My little bro had quite the talented mouth and accommodating hole on him, and I made sure to make use of them whenever the mood struck me. He was more than happy to oblige and help his big brother out.

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