Wasn't sure if you'd like it but I'll post anyway. ----------
Tom POV
"Crap," I say. I'd realized that I had forgotten my wallet back at the house. I'd been half-way to the store until I'd realized the lump in my pocket was in fact not my wallet, but my car keys.
Bill had been nagging all week that he wanted a movie night and that entailed beer and popcorn. What was new? Bill has always been demanding and I've always been there to support him on his whims. I left Bill in the shower, letting him know I'd kill two birds with one stone by taking the dogs.
Resigning myself to walk all the way back, I turn around, making a mental note to find some sort of shortcut later. By the time I was crossing the front yard I'd decided to take the car the second time around. The things I do for you, little brother.
Making my way inside the house I headed straight to my room. It's unlikely to be anywhere else, I tell myself.
A whimper.
What was that? It came from my room. Stopping in front of my door, I wait.
A moan.
My jaw dropped. Is he really...? I should leave, confront Bill about it later. But who really does that? Also, leave it to Bill not to double-check that the door had closed all the way. Sliding my finger into the crack between the door and frame, I push the door slightly forward. Thank god for silent hinges.
I had already suspected that Bill was masturbating in my room, but the sight caught me off guard irregardless. Bill was on his back, legs bent on either side of him. The fingers on his left hand were tracing delicate patterns on his stomach, his right index finger thrusting slowly into himself.
Bill and I have never fucked. There are times we've gotten close but neither of us has ever taken the initiative to take it further. I won't deny that I want to, but I've been waiting for him to suggest it. I can't help but wonder how often he does this. Would he rather satisfy himself than cross that bridge with me? Or has he been on the same wavelength, waiting for me to express interest? One thing is for certain. He's been planning this, trying to find any excuse to get me out of the house for the last couple of days.
He lifts himself onto his elbows and pops open the lube's top to squirt more of it onto his fingers. I can feel my heart rate rising. My hands find their way to my groin, trying to will my erection down. I want no distractions from this.
Guiding his fingers back to his entrance, I see the wince on his beautiful face as he penetrates himself with two. It's only momentary though because his breathing soon begins to pick up.
"Mmm," he moans, tipping his head back. "Ahh." He closes his eyes and spreads his legs wider. His left hand moves down to his cock beginning a series of lazy strokes.
Not even a cold shower could remedy this. His honest reactions to what he's feeling is causing me to get harder and harder by the second.
Barking.
Fuck! He's bound to stop now that he thinks I'm home. Sure enough, he gets up and tries to destroy all evidence of what just happened. Swinging the door open, I make my presence known. His head snaps up, face going red as a tomato.
"I've been here the whole time," I tell him before he can offer me any sort of explanation. "Well, the past 10 minutes."
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Tom POV
"Crap," I say. I'd realized that I had forgotten my wallet back at the house. I'd been half-way to the store until I'd realized the lump in my pocket was in fact not my wallet, but my car keys.
Bill had been nagging all week that he wanted a movie night and that entailed beer and popcorn. What was new? Bill has always been demanding and I've always been there to support him on his whims. I left Bill in the shower, letting him know I'd kill two birds with one stone by taking the dogs.
Resigning myself to walk all the way back, I turn around, making a mental note to find some sort of shortcut later. By the time I was crossing the front yard I'd decided to take the car the second time around. The things I do for you, little brother.
Making my way inside the house I headed straight to my room. It's unlikely to be anywhere else, I tell myself.
A whimper.
What was that? It came from my room. Stopping in front of my door, I wait.
A moan.
My jaw dropped. Is he really...? I should leave, confront Bill about it later. But who really does that? Also, leave it to Bill not to double-check that the door had closed all the way. Sliding my finger into the crack between the door and frame, I push the door slightly forward. Thank god for silent hinges.
I had already suspected that Bill was masturbating in my room, but the sight caught me off guard irregardless. Bill was on his back, legs bent on either side of him. The fingers on his left hand were tracing delicate patterns on his stomach, his right index finger thrusting slowly into himself.
Bill and I have never fucked. There are times we've gotten close but neither of us has ever taken the initiative to take it further. I won't deny that I want to, but I've been waiting for him to suggest it. I can't help but wonder how often he does this. Would he rather satisfy himself than cross that bridge with me? Or has he been on the same wavelength, waiting for me to express interest? One thing is for certain. He's been planning this, trying to find any excuse to get me out of the house for the last couple of days.
He lifts himself onto his elbows and pops open the lube's top to squirt more of it onto his fingers. I can feel my heart rate rising. My hands find their way to my groin, trying to will my erection down. I want no distractions from this.
Guiding his fingers back to his entrance, I see the wince on his beautiful face as he penetrates himself with two. It's only momentary though because his breathing soon begins to pick up.
"Mmm," he moans, tipping his head back. "Ahh." He closes his eyes and spreads his legs wider. His left hand moves down to his cock beginning a series of lazy strokes.
Not even a cold shower could remedy this. His honest reactions to what he's feeling is causing me to get harder and harder by the second.
Barking.
Fuck! He's bound to stop now that he thinks I'm home. Sure enough, he gets up and tries to destroy all evidence of what just happened.
Swinging the door open, I make my presence known. His head snaps up, face going red as a tomato.
"I've been here the whole time," I tell him before he can offer me any sort of explanation. "Well, the past 10 minutes."
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