I was intrigued. Brock’s body language indicated he seemed excited about his idea. I said, “Oh yeah, what’s your plan?” Brock rubbed his hands together. He definitely felt good about whatever it was that he was going to say. “To do exactly what happened with us.” He leaned back, clearly proud of himself. I was a bit lost and I think my face showed it. I said, “Uh, what now? Like you’re gonna knock on the door and somehow...

Brock and I both sat up on the couch. He could tell I was nervous. I sat frozen for a bit, looking at his immaculate piece. He encouraged me, “Don’t be shy, bud. Trust me, once you touch it you’ll better understand.” I wasn’t completely sure what he meant by that, but I trusted him. I slowly reached over with my right hand and tucked my fingers between his shaft and stomach. I gripped his shaft and lifted his cock up off...

My wife, Liv, and I moved into our house 3 years ago with our two daughters. It’s the kind of neighborhood you would envision people living the “American dream” - well-built 80’s houses, plentiful mature trees, lots of families, and streets filled with friendly neighbors and playing children. We were able to move to this house in our early 30s due to some fortunate promotions that I received at work. It’s been a dream com...