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Beach Photography

... front?” Ben got to his knees and then on his stomach. He could feel his penis straining against his trunks so he pressed it hard into the hard ground. Sam took some more photos and then told Ben to turn over. Ben did so, looking down at the huge tent in his trunks. Ben heard his brother let out a soft moan. Snap went the camera. Snap, snap, snap. “Hey, can I take some pictures of you?” Sam handed Ben the camera, “sure, how do you want me?” I can make him do whatever I want, thought Ben. “Erm, how about on your knees?” “Sure,” Sam got down on his knees, and finally saw the tip of his cock sticking out the waistband of his Speedos. “Oh,” he said, tucking it back in, but not before Ben had taken a picture of it. “Did you just take a photo of my cock?” Ben gulped, and then slowly nodded. Sam’s eyes glared at Ben. And then, they closed. And he leaned his body back, pushing his crotch towards Ben. “Is that good enough for you?” “Y-yeah, thanks.” Ben started to take picture after picture of Sam thrusting his crotch and huge tented Speedos at him, his muscular chest, smooth-shaved golden legs and shaped pecks and six-pack. Sam put his thumbs inside the waistband of his Speedos and easing them an inch down his thick thighs. Ben’s eyes widened even more, but he never stopped taking photos. Down and down they came down his thighs, until Ben could see the base of Sam’s huge penis being pulled down. And then it came free and sprung up, smacking against Sam’s stomach. Ben drank in the ...

... size and thickness of his brother’s cock. At least eight inches in length and thicker than he could possibly wrap his hand around, if his even tried to. “Well,” Sam said, “are you going to take pictures...?” Ben realised he had been stood motionless, staring at his brother’s powerful cock. Ben nodded, but Sam continued, “or do you wanna touch it?” Ben’s mouth literally dropped open. “Come here,” Sam whispered. Ben ran over to Sam and knelt in front of him, eyes still on the throbbing, veiny shaft of Sam’s cock. He licked his lips again, then looked up. Their eyes met, Sam nodded. His hand shaking, Ben gently reached out and touched the tip of Sam’s cock. It twitched as he touched it and Ben pulled back. Sam let out a little moan, “more.” Ben wrapped his hand around it, his small fingers reaching just over half way around. Sam let out a breath and closed his eyes. “Stroke me,” he said. Ben gently pulled down on Sam’s cock, and then pushed back up. Again Sam moaned, this one louder then ever. “Oh, Ben.” Ben’s small hand around his cock felt incredible. The soft hands gently squeezing his thick meat made a tingle flow down Sam’s spine. “Oh, yeah. Faster...” Ben stroked him faster, using quick and short pumps. Then he pulled down further, all the way to the base of Sam’s cock, making Sam double forwards and groan into Ben’s ear. Up and down, Ben stroked his whole huge length, listening to the moans of pleasure escaping from Sam’s lips. His luscious lips. Sam licked his lips again ...