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San Francisco-- I really have this thing for brothers. Once I had a kid, and only several years later did I find out that I had blown his brother years earlier.

The most recent was just a few months ago. Victor called and said he had a "friend who wanted to see me." I drove to San Francisco, and Victor was there with three "friends who wanted to see me." These three brothers had just arrived from Mexico. The kids took showers, I put their clothes in the washer, and they took turns in my bedroom, while I sucked the cum out of their balls. I gave their balls a good licking as well. The youngest was probably raped on the trip over. He was the best looking kid that I've seen in ages, and very small in build. I doubt if his brothers could have protected him.

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It was a glorious morning, the youngster came twice, the others once, and I blew Victor as well. We took them back to San Francisco, and I have not heard from them or seen them since.

I was on the meat rack in San Francisco, in about 1973, on a Sunday afternoon. One boyish hustler, obviously knowing that I was "shopping," blew his cigarette smoke in my face. I said that if it were blowing that he was interested in, I would like to do it to him. He was interested, which started a relationship which lasted for seven years. That kid really got blown! Near the end of this relationship, he brought over his older brother, and he and I cracked up laughing. I had blown him several times at least eight years earlier. The older brother had even helped paint my house.

Rod, the kid who lived behind me, has two brothers. This is one of those things Rod does not know that I blew both of his brothers, once each, and neither brother knows that I blew the other. Rod was the best of the three, but the other two knew that Rod was gay and that he stayed here several times. Each brother, in his own way, came over and asked to be blown. The oldest did it when he was drunk, and never admitted that it had happened. The youngest picked up a porn magazine from my coffee table, and said he sure would like to have someone do that to him. He was looking at a picture of a guy giving head to another guy. His request was granted, and when it was over he said "Thanks, but not again."

In the early 80s I picked up a kid on Polk Street. He was on crutches. He was a bubbly (on drugs) kid, and very interested in making a few bucks. That was accomplished very quickly. About a week later I saw him again, not on crutches. He said it was his brother who was on crutches, his twin brother. The twin had gone back to Chicago, and he was hustling money to go back himself. He came over to my house, and I gave him some money to help pay for his plane fare back to Chicago. He left me with a good taste in my mouth, and I assume they are both in Chicago now, making old queers like me very happy! That was the only time I had identical twins.

My semi-friend Sam (too many drugs, booze, broken promises) does have a way with picking up kids. He offers work, but often does not come through with the important thing, money. The kids that he picks up are so spectacular that it is hard to refuse.

He picked up two brothers hitchhiking. They had nowhere to stay. Sam put them up, and put them to work. They had a place to stay, and they had food to eat, but the pay for the work never appeared. At the time I was doing major reconstruction work on my house, so I agreed to let the boys stay at my house, and I would feed them and I would give them money. For three days they worked their little butts off, and for two nights my mouth got a working over that I will never forget. Those two kids were programmed for all-night sex. At least the kids got the money Sam had promised. I got some work done and my stomach was full of teen cream.

Another one of Sam's kids became a regular with me for about a year. I knew that the younger brother was gay, and that Sam was into him often. In fact, it was local legend that at lunchtime, he would leave his high school and hustle on Polk Street. I even saw him in a porn movie of very poor quality.

I tried for several years to get my mouth around this kid's dick, but I was always put off. Around midnight a couple of years ago I got a call from him. He needed a place to stay for the night. I was going to say "only if you finally put out," but instead I asked where I should pick him up. I had a long way to drive, but it was worth it. After we got to my house, and got into bed, his hard dick was in my mouth for at least four hours.