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He looked out the window to confirm it was just us. “Yeah, were clear,” he said.

I moved forward and felt his mostly hard dick. I rubbed and squeezed it as it went to full mass.

“Fuck I love this thing,” I told him as I palmed it.

“That’s got to be on the top list of things I didn’t think I’d ever hear my Brother tell me about my dick,” he said with a laugh.

“Shut up,” I laughed. “You like me messing with it don’t you?” I asked.

“Hell yeah. The way you suck, christ it’s the best.”

It made me smile. I liked hearing that he enjoyed what we had been up to. I should have felt bad that we were messing around behind his wife’s back but I couldn’t help myself.

“You give it some thought? You might want to fuck me?” I asked as I pulled down his sweats.

He took a deep breath and watched as I jacked him off and then started sucking on the head of his cock.

“Maybe, I don’t know. Probably want to try it,” he finally responded once I had been servicing him for a little while.

“No rush, if you want to then cool,” I played it off and sucked again.

“You think you can take me?” He asked as I worked his dick.

“Yeah, we can make it happen,” I said with a smirk.

Damn. The world lost one of its bright lights. Leslie Jordan was a joy. Funny, insightful, and unflinchingly honest about himself. During the height of Covid lock down I used to love his Instagram stories. Always made me laugh and just as often made me think.