It doesn’t matter if my little brother protests. He can scream until he’s breathless, beg until he’s blue in the face, and he’ll still be used however I see fit to use him. Or in this case, let someone else use him. I’m not big on sharing my toys, but I can make an exception in this case. If anyone deserves to enjoy Colt’s body the way I do, it’s the man that brought him into existence. Dad runs his hand over Colt’s nutsack, testing the weight of them in his palm, before he finds his son’s still slick hole…