That belt has more than 100 notches in it already and it’s becoming a little ragged.
Just like he knows that, once the stud finishes with him and leaves, he’ll be adding yet another notch to his belt of shame, chalking up another nameless cock that’s found its way up his manpussy and left behind a steamy load of Man-scuzz. And Garv knows I’m going to be sitting there, watching and jacking myself off as he gets banged like a cheap whore, laughing at him as he plays the pussy for a dude he doesn’t know from Adam. But when I bring a total stranger home from the bars and tell him to have at the cop bitch, the officer still blushes in shame and embarrassment at the demonstration that he has absolutely no say in who uses – and abuses – the most private part of his body. Garv didn’t like it then and he doesn’t particularly like it now, but he’s spread those pretty cheeks of his apart for me so often that it’s almost second nature for him now. Shit, I’ve been doing that for years, ever since he was a senior in high school. It’s not that I don’t enjoy fucking the macho bitch myself. There’s nothing I enjoy better than whoring out my elder cop brother, Garvin, to some well-hung muscle daddy.
