It's not your 18th birthday anymore, it's your 19th. When your older brothers turned 19, they asked for cars, for stereos, for expensive nice things. But you? You asked to get your ass fucked again, like the day you turned 18. Fine, I'll do it, I want all my boys to be happy on their birthdays. "But don't you think that's pretty gay? I can tell that you love cock." I tease you as I stick it in, pushing it deeper and deeper inside you. "Don't yourself. You'd like any cock right now, wouldn't you? Even a real big one attached to a strange man. I can tell."