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This is a Passionate CockSucker. He may Suck my Cock and Yours?

Now you guys on the ground, turn over, pull your shorts down to your shoes, get on your knees, spread your legs and put your asses in the air.

Reach back and pull your asses as wide open as you can. You're all about to get your asses fucked!

You guys standing, take some of the lube we just gave you and put some on those open holes. Use your fingers to get it in deep. Then coat your hard dicks and get them really slick. Yes, you can stroke yourselves a few times. Walk up to the guy in front of you, kneel down, and line up your hard dicks with their lubed hole.

When I tell you, FUCK THOSE TIGHT ASSES DEEP AND HARD!!

“I don’t know,” he shrugged and looked a little embarrassed I called him out. “I’m just horny a lot.”

“You have a girlfriend,” I reminded him, as if he needed to be told.

He shrugged. “I just get strange thoughts, I don’t know,” he said, his dick throbbed.

“Like what?” I questioned him.

“You’ll think I’m weird,” he said.

“I already do,” I joked and laughed. “Tell me.”

He took a deep breath and talked softer, “I think it would be, I don’t know, kinda crazy if we did something… and sometimes it makes me hard thinking about it.”

“Seriously?” I wasn’t completely surprised, I had seen his hardon at least 3 times this week alone.

“I know, it’s weird. But knowing you’re gay and like that kind of stuff, just kind of got in my head and then made me hard. Have you ever thought about it?”

“With you? I guess,” I was honest with him, since he clearly was turned on by it too.

“And would you? If no one else found out?” He asked, he had put his hand on his dick and started rubbing it. “Because if we did I wouldn’t tell anybody.”

“I probably would,” I replied.

My own dick had gone hard. I was also wearing briefs so he could definitely see. It was funny seeing him like this, sexual, horny for me. He always was all over his girlfriend, I don’t know why he would even have the urge to do something with his own brother. But here I was, having the same thoughts.

“So if I pulled it out like this?” He asked pulling his underwear down and letting his dick free. “And put it close to your mouth… what would you do?”

I opened my mouth and he pushed it in as he stared down at me. His eyes staring at my face as he saw his cock sliding into his own brother’s mouth.

“Jesus Christ, that’s so hot,” he said as I closed my lips around him. “You got my dick in your mouth,” he said under his breath to himself as I began moving back and forth on it.

He was leaking in my mouth, knowing that my brother’s juices were on my tongue was a trip. Something I didn’t see coming. Sure he had been hard and weird around me lately, but I never thought sucking his dick for real would happen.

“Why is it so hot?” He asked, mainly himself, my mouth was too busy to answer. “I’m going to bust, you want to swallow?”

I gave him an ‘mhmm’ as his breath quickened. And without any other warning I felt his cock swell and then it shot in my mouth. My brother’s mouth was open, lust and pleasure on his face as his cum filled my willing mouth and I took a gulp.

“Yes, swallow me, bro. Take me in,” he said as he gave me his load.

In the bustling sorority house of Delta Phi, where secrets were shared like whispers in the wind, lived a group of young women bound by more than just sisterhood. Among them was Elena, the glamorous house mother with cascading brunette waves and a figure that turned heads wherever she went. She wore her floral dress like a second skin, cinched at the waist to accentuate her curves, exuding an air of effortless authority. But beneath the polished exterior lay a hidden world—one of regression, care, and the thrilling taboo of ABDL play.

Alex had joined the sorority not for the parties or the prestige, but for the promise of acceptance. At 22, he was the quiet type, slender and boyish, with a secret fascination for the comfort of diapers and the surrender of control. It started innocently enough: a late-night confession during a truth-or-dare game, where the sisters giggled but didn't judge. Instead, they embraced it, turning it into their own private ritual. Elena, ever the nurturing leader, took charge. "We'll make you our little one," she'd said with a wink, and Alex had melted at the thought.

One afternoon, after a particularly stressful week of exams, Alex found himself in the nursery they'd secretly converted from an unused guest room. Pastel pink walls glowed softly under the warm light, sheer curtains fluttering like gentle breaths. A crib stood in the corner, stuffed animals peeking over the rails, and the changing table—padded in lavender—beckoned like a throne of vulnerability. The sisters had gathered: Sophia with her knowing smile, Mia covering her mouth in playful shock, and a few others lingering in the background, their eyes wide with curiosity and excitement.

Alex lay there now, his legs lifted high as Elena held one ankle firmly, her touch both tender and commanding. His purple shirt, emblazoned with a cheerful Barney cartoon, rode up slightly, exposing the crinkly white diaper that hugged his hips. His cheeks burned crimson—not from pain, but from the exquisite humiliation that sent shivers through him. Tears welled in his eyes, a mix of embarrassment and bliss, as he whimpered softly. "Shh, baby," Elena cooed, her red lips curving into a reassuring smile. "Mommy's got you. You're safe here."

The other sisters watched, some smirking, others whispering encouragements. Sophia leaned against the crib, her black dress contrasting the room's softness. "Look at him squirm—it's adorable," she murmured. Mia, in her teal top, nodded, her hand still over her mouth as if to stifle a laugh. They weren't mocking; this was their bond, a game where roles blurred and desires were indulged without shame.

Elena peeled back the tapes of the soiled diaper with practiced ease, the sound echoing in the quiet room. The air filled with the faint scent of baby powder and lotion, a sensory anchor that pulled Alex deeper into his regression. "Such a messy little boy," she teased, her voice low and sultry, her ample cleavage rising and falling with each breath. She wiped him clean, her movements deliberate, drawing out the moment to heighten his arousal. Alex's breath hitched, his body responding despite—or because of—the audience. The sisters exchanged glances, their own excitement building; this wasn't just for him.

Once fresh and powdered, Elena fastened a new diaper snugly around him, patting the front with satisfaction. "There we go, all better." She helped him sit up, pulling him into a hug that pressed him against her warmth. The tears dried on his cheeks as he nuzzled closer, whispering, "Thank you, Mommy." The room erupted in soft applause and giggles, the sisters closing in for cuddles and affirmations.