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Why I love my best friend


“Come on, you know you want to,” Kevin said, as he held his shirt up and slowly jacked his huge cock in front of me. It looked like Kevin, sounded like Kevin, but wasn’t Kevin. It was my best friend, Steve.

Steve and I were the “losers” of the school. Kevin, the stereotypical jock, always picked on us. It was the last straw when Kevin and the entire football team beat us up.

Steve told me that he would make our problem go away, but I had no idea what he did. But here we are, with Steve in Kevin’s glorious body, right in front of me.

Steve pulled me towards his body, as he rubbed himself against me. He held my jaw with Kevin’s soft and tender hands, and kissed me. Despite my instincts telling me that this was wrong, I wrapped my arms around Steve, slobbering over Kevin’s sexy face.

“Have you ever been fucked, loser,” Steve asked with Kevin’s strong voice. Steve turned me around, and pushed me down against the counter top. He pulled down my shorts and began licking my asshole, before transitioning to going deep into my asshole. I eased myself and laid my upper body onto the counter top as the hottest guy in our school was eating my ass.

Without warning, Steve stopped and shoved the tip of Kevin’s cock into me.

“OH FUCK,” I exclaimed as I turned around.

“Don’t worry, there willll be plenty of surprises from Kevin,” Steve said as he kissed me and thrusted deep into me.

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