The harder Colt fights for freedom, the tighter I hold him, until he’s forced to stop fighting and focus on breathing. His breath blows hot against my balls as his slender, flushed chest rocks with every shallow breath he takes. All the while, his mouth tightens and relaxes around my shaft, as if he’s trying to speak even with his mouth full. What could he possibly have to say? Is he really all that surprised that Dad isn’t shocked or concerned to find him naked and bruised, mouth full of his big brother’s cock? He’s not blind—or of below average…