| The Vent - Part 1 | ||
| This all started to happen when I
was eighteen. I was about to begin my senior year in high school and was very,
very confused about myself. To the world I was a "dumb jock!" I got terrible
grades, hated school except for sports, played a lot of basketball because I was
tall, and did great on the swimming team. I was very popular --- Nordic features, 6'4", blond, muscular, tanned, very blue eyes. I had a very bubbly, joker personality and everyone thought I was the happiest guy in school. It was all a big cover! I worked about 16 hours a week at a pizza place to keep gas in my car, goofed off with my "jock" friends, dated and "made out" about once a week. Girls thought I was terrific because I didn't take advantage of them and was a gentleman. (At least that's what I heard around school.) Cuddling, kissing, and a little fondling was as far as I would push them, and a lot of girls spread the word that I wasn't afraid to spend money and was a great date. So... why was I confused? Because I had absolutely no curiosity or desire to go any further with girls. My big, horrible, maddening secret was that ever since I could remember I had been tremendously curious about bodies --- boys and mens bodies. I really thought I was weird and hid my desires as best as I could. Sometimes us "jocks" would go to a big magazine stand near school after practice and look at sexy magazines. Other guys liked Penthouse and Playboy. I had to fake an interest in the sexy stuff because I loved the means muscle magazines. Once in a while, if Penthouse ran a boy-girl feature and the guy was good looking and fully exposed, I'd buy a copy and wear out those particular pages. If you'd ask me later to describe the girl in the picture, I'm not sure I could do it. Owning the Penthouse was part of my "cover." Sometimes I'd even get daring enough to sneak a peek at a Playgirl magazine, but I only did that when I went to the "mag" store alone and was very careful. I would have died if someone had seen me looking at naked men and getting turned on. That summer my older brother got out of the army. Christopher and I were never really close since he had lived with Mom and I had lived with Dad for many years after our parents got a divorce. He was five years older than me --- now twenty-three, with me eighteen. I think he was probably resentful of me since I had moved in with Mom while he was away. Dad had moved out of town and gotten remarried (again) and I was only sixteen at the time, so Mom was kind of forced to take me in. In fact, since Christopher was gone, I was holed up in his old room and now that he was out of the army he was stuck with staying downstairs in the guestroom. Mom had said he could move back in to the house for a while to save money while he went to school. Us kids were not the center of her life, to put it mildly. On the floor next to my futon there was an air vent. The grating had been taken off by a telephone installer right after I'd moved in, and Mom's pet cat had crawled in to the vent. Mother and I had worked for hours trying to get that damned cat out. I finally succeeded in seeing exactly where it was by putting a twelve inch square mirror tile down at a bend in the vent. (We'd just put some mirror tiles up on the walls in the downstairs hall and this one was an extra.) After we'd lured the cat out and I was putting everything away, I noticed that I had a perfect view of the guest room if I left the mirror in the vent. I not only could see the guestroom bed perfectly, since the vent was right above it, but I could also see almost the whole room and into the guest bath. I guess it was kind of a dumb thing to do, but I left the mirror in the vent. I even took the vent cover off in the guest room so there would be no little bars to obstruct my view. There was a bookcase shelf around the vent in the guest room so it wasn't really noticeable. I checked to see if anyone in the guest room could see the mirror and know they were being watched, but if my room was dark it was totally impossible to see anything in the murky vent tunnel. I don't know why I did it. I loved watching people but there was nobody to watch since the guestroom hadn't been used in the two years I'd lived there. Mom's only friend in the world seemed to be her boyfriend and they'd been going steady for almost six years --- always meeting at his place or going out of town. So --- no guests in the guestroom. That is, until Christopher came back from the army and moved in. That reminded me of the vent. I kept a big decorator pillow laying on top of the hole in the floor in my room and piled some magazines on the pillow. (The vent was for heat, and it was summertime.) When my room was dark and the door was closed and locked, I could lay on my futon, remove the pillow, and watch everything that happened in the guest room when the lights were on. The army had really changed Christopher. He had always been a real beanpole --- very tall and thin, light skinned and blond haired. Now he had some meat on his six-foot-six-inch frame, and his skin was tanned, too --- except for a narrow white band around his middle. He wasn't real muscular like I was, but he still looked great to a teenage male who hadn't seen enough bodies or cocks and was really curious. I'll never forget the first time I saw Christopher naked through the vent. (After all, he was my first hero, but that was back when I was about six and he was about eleven, just before our folks split up.) He came home one night after working out, stripped, took a shower, and then laid down on his bed bare assed naked and started playing with himself. The view was so good I could count the short blond hairs on his stomach. He got an erection and I saw his long, thin, cut seven inch wiener in all its glory for the first time, along with his big dangling balls. I thought I was going to see him jack off and have a perfect view of a cum shot, but he got up after about five minutes of heavy self-fondling, made a phone call to some guy (the way it sounded), dressed in tight jeans and a tank top, and left. After he left I got up, stripped, looked in the mirror and jacked myself up to a roaring hardon. I compared what the mirror showed me with what I'd just seen in the vent. I was slightly shorter than Christopher --- about 6'4", but I was much more muscular. Even my cut cock was thicker, and --- maybe as much as an inch longer. I was very proud of my body. One other thing about the vent: If sounds were made right on the guest room bed I could even hear the slightest whisper. It was harder to hear if someone was across the room where the phone was. Sounds from the guest bathroom had to be pretty loud before I could hear what was being said there. I was feeling a little guilty about invading Christopher's privacy after that first time, but that didn't stop me from locking myself in my room, turning off all the lights, and watching when next I heard him come home in the evening. A lot of the watching was very boring. You know --- him reading with his shorts on, muffled phone conversations across the room, and watching him laying and fondling himself while he was still dressed. My very best friend was named William. He was my same age and was as dark haired as I was blond. We'd been tight ever since junior high --- playing basketball together and swimming on the varsity teams. William was about 5'10", a bit stockier than and not quite as defined as I was, with dark brown eyes and about six hard inches of circumcised prick I'd seen a few times. I often stayed over at his house, and he'd come over a lot to stay overnight with me. Sometimes --- at my house --- when we were on my futon together, we hugged a little and even "accidentally" touched each other through our jockey shorts. This was very exciting and confusing to me. It didn't seem to bother William at all and we never discussed it. After all --- I knew it was something two guys in our society never did --- or ever talked about. We only did it at my house and not at his since, he said, sometimes other members of his family would come into his room without knocking. William's sister Angela had gotten a crush on Christopher when she met him while he was home on leave. They'd dated a couple of times. Nothing serious but, she told William, they'd petted heavily. She wasn't yet eighteen and Christopher had said he was worried that she was "jailbait." Angela was happy that she'd turned eighteen at graduation time and had been looking forward to Christopher getting out. William said Angela was real loose and would get naked and play around at the drop of a pin. I was hoping to see Angela and Christopher get it on. I had debated telling William about the vent. He was my best friend, after all, and I told him just about everything. I decided against it. We'd never even been bold enough to talk about touching each other. Yes, he was my best friend, but I couldn't figure a way to have him spy on my brother with me. I figured that maybe he and Christopher might get to be friends someday, maybe get a little drunk, and then William would tell him what I was doing. So --- it was one more secret I kept to myself. Then, one night, Angela and Christopher had a date. I'd gotten home from being with William and was really feeling horny and guilty. Mom was normally gone every weekend night at her boyfriends place, but she was home that night so I didn't dare have William in my room. We'd gone to a movie, had joked around and play-wrestled a bit and had "bumped" each other in some of the right places in the car. William and I had really not overtly done anything to each other, but a few innocent touches from him and knowing that he'd gotten an erection while we were playfully jabbing each other had set me off. So I was laying naked on my futon jacking off when I heard a noise downstairs. I thought I'd see Christopher and Angela together, but it was only Christopher. I very carefully took the pillow away and leaned over the vent. Christopher had showered and was sitting at the desk across the room paging through a magazine. He was definitely naked, and I could see that he was fondling himself. After a few minutes --- just when it was getting boring --- he stood up. His seven inch cannon was fully up and pointed directly at the vent for a moment as he turned on his bedside light, moved over to turn off the desk light, and then brought his magazine to the bed. It was well worth the wait. What a show Christopher put on for his little brother. The cover of the magazine said, "Hustler", and he was intent on a picture inside I couldn't see. He began stroking his bursting pointer. I saw new veins in his cock I'd never seen before, and I also saw how crimson and swollen his bulbous cockhead got. It was totally different looking from when it was soft. I was mesmerized! After a while he laid the magazine beside his naked body on the bed so that he could use both hands on himself. Now, I could see what he was looking at. Wow! A guy and girl were getting it on and you could see the guy's hard dick really good. Christopher's hands were flying. Sometimes he'd jack his bursting cock with both hands --- sometimes he'd use only one as the other went from his nipples, over his stomach, to his balls and between his legs. It was a terrific lesson on how to pleasure yourself and I doubt that I even blinked once for the ten or fifteen minutes that Christopher put on his show. Fuck --- I barely even breathed! Most of the time he laid on his back, but for a couple of minutes he had rolled over and I watched the muscles of his ass flex as he fucked the bed. For a few moments he'd reached behind himself and slipped a finger up and down deep in his ass-crack. It was obvious he'd even slipped it inside for a minute. Neat Trick! I'd never thought of doing that! In the final moments before his explosion, Christopher had returned to his back and spread his long legs wide apart. His knees were as far apart as they could get. The hand that had been running over his body slipped down between his legs and it was obvious that he was finger-fucking his own asshole again as he pounded his cock with his other hand. As I watched I couldn't help but constantly notice the Hustler picture of the guy with the hard on and his girl. Then --- Christopher shot his wad! His body raised way up off the bed and his breathing got really labored. His hands were flying. He moaned loudly --- used a few loudly whispered "holy shit's" and "oh, god's", and then his spunk began to fly. Christopher's chest --- the magazine --- the bed, and even his forehead --- all covered with his rich pearly-white cream. Just after he came, my own flying hands produced the same results in my sheets. I shuddered, moaned, and joined him in ecstasy a vent away. I carefully and quietly replaced the pillow over the vent. I laid back on the futon and relived what I'd seen as I pounded my ever hard prick again. I tried probing my asshole for the first time in my life and, after a while, discovered all kinds of new sensations. I hoped Christopher (and my mother in the next room, for that matter) was too tired to notice the moans and other sounds of passion I involuntarily made as I experienced my second orgasm in less than fifteen minutes. Startling changes began to happen in my life after that. I was so turned on and so hungry for sex that I began coming on to my buddy William a little stronger in lots of subtle ways. You know... just touchy, slightly mushy stuff, all of which William seemed to like and gave back in equal measure. AND --- Ron, the recently divorced mid-twenties carpenter who lived across the street, began to hang out with Christopher. It was kind of strange. Ron had known Christopher for a lot of years (since junior high school) but they hadn't seemed to pay any attention to each other. Ron's divorce (the talk of our catty little neighborhood) was just final a few weeks before and he had started taking some college classes. Christopher and Ron were now in the same one-night-a-week "bonehead English" class and they also bumped in to each other at the gym. Ron was "studly", as William's sister Angela had said. All the girls in town talked about him. I had watched him like a hawk since I'd moved in with mom. He was my teenage definition of "god." Every once in a while he'd even notice me, grin, and say, "How you doin', Doug?" He was almost as tall as I was, dark haired, unusually handsome, very athletic, and very muscular from daily visits with the weights and lots of carpenter work. He wasn't like those freaks in the muscle contests, but he was perfectly proportioned in that flawless way that women (and eighteen year old guys who liked men) really dig. I'd never seen him completely naked, but I'd seen him a lot in his summer carpenter uniform --- cut-off blue jeans with a good sized bulge in front, and no shirt. He always seemed to wear only the minimum clothing for a situation, and whatever he wore usually fit like a glove. I'd also been to the lake and had seem him there, too --- always wearing only really small swimmers Speedo's. Well --- since Ron knew exactly how to work out with the weights, Christopher asked him for help getting buffed. So --- all of a sudden they were spending a lot of time together every day --- at school, and the gym. And then --- one night --- at home! William and I had stopped at McDonalds and had goofed around together a little bit playing wrestler grab ass in the car on the way home. Mom was home and packing for another long weekend trip with her boyfriend so William didn't go to my room and we didn't get to try anything else. William only stayed with me in the living room for about five minutes and then he split. When Christopher got home he and I talked for a few minutes out by the garage and then Ron came across the street to see him. "Hey, Doug, how's it hangin'?” he said. "Great, Ron. You doin' good?" He just smiled, playfully kneaded my neck with his hand a couple of times as we walked together toward the house, and then he went inside with Christopher. Christopher changed and they went to the gym while I did some laundry. A couple of hours later I was watching the tube in my room and about to go to sleep when I heard noises downstairs in the guestroom. I shut off the TV and the lights and carefully uncovered the vent. Christopher was stripping off his workout shorts and Ron was in the shower. As I waited and watched, Ron got out of the shower and Christopher got in. Ron dried off in the bathroom so I could only get a long shot look at his body and that big cock I'd heard so much about. Ron came into the guestroom and sat on the bed. He laid the towel across his lap so not much of him showed. He picked up Ron's "Hustler" and began paging through it. He kept adjusting the towel every time he turned a page, so I guessed that he'd gotten a hard on. Christopher came in to the room while still drying himself. He looked at Ron and the magazine. He sat on the bed a respectable distance away from Ron to finish drying himself. I could hear every word. Ron said, "Geez --- some of these women are real pigs." Christopher was still drying his hair. "Yeah --- that Hustler's a real bore." It was silent for a minute while Ron turned pages. "My old lady wouldn't let me keep any shit like this in the house. She was really bugged by anything sexy." Christopher had laid his towel over his lap, too. "I always thought I'd be really happy when I got married," Christopher said. Ron laughed, "So did I. What a laugh. Think about it, Chris --- you know any guy our age who like's bein' married? I can't think of one." Christopher looked thoughtful, and then shook his head. "I don't know of anyone. Jimmy Bielen, maybe." Ron smirked. "Man ---Jimmy's only happy 'cause he's dumber n' shit. If he'd wake up and see that three of his so-called friends are bangin' his old lady, too --- he'd freak!" The conversation seemed to turn totally to sex. As long as they sat on the bed I didn't miss a word. Ron's terrible marriage was the subject for a few minutes. Ron said they only had sex about once a week after the wedding, even though she'd put out a lot while they were dating. Then I heard all about his new roommate being a real ass and having his girl over all the time. "Geez, man --- she's a real trip. A little broad in the ass but still not paper bag material. Every time I go home she's naked and they're about to fuck on the couch. They get all shook when I show up, so I tell Frank to use his room. Next night when I come home she's naked and they're doin' it on the couch again. I don't feel like bringing anyone home anymore, and --- fuck, man --- it's my own god damned house. All I wanted was a little rent money now that Alice is gone but I guess I'm gonna have to throw old Frankie-baby and his broad out." Ron turned the last few pages of the magazine without really looking at them. "Chris," he said, "never get married, man. It just ain't worth it. Even gettin' a piece of ass on a date is a big head trip now." He thought about what he'd said for a few moments, looking disgusted. I was getting bored. When Ron tossed the magazine to the bedside table his towel slipped away and I could see his large, half hard cock really well. It was a real beauty! Very thick, circumcised, straight as an arrow, and laying over two very large balls in a low hanging bag. If Christopher had seven inches and I was about an inch bigger, then I'd guess Ron must have close to nine when it got hard --- and they were thick inches, too. I saw Christopher steal a few glances at Ron's lap, too. "Ah, if you want a little buzz, I got a bottle of vodka stashed over in the desk. Good stuff, too." Ron leaned back against the headboard. "No mix --- just straight vodka?" I could see more of his awesome torso with the broad, thick chest and the washboard stomach, and I know Christopher didn't miss it either. Ron had a little rose tattoo right next to his pubic hair on his right thigh. A few times his big dangling cock flopped over that way and "kissed" the tattoo. Christopher said, "Got water in the bathroom. No ice, though." Christopher got up and went to the desk. He'd left his towel behind and his bare ass was in plain view. Ron said, "Your back's getting more cut, Chris. Ass is tighter, too. I think the workout's are really startin' to show." Christopher took out the bottle and turned around. His cock was full but not hard. Ron said, "I think your chest's a little bigger, too, don't you?" Christopher nodded. "Un-huh." He returned to the bed with the bottle and two small paper cups. "I started drinkin' this shit when I heard that beer gives you a big gut," Christopher said. Ron casually ran his hand over his thigh on the way to scratching his balls. His cock kind of flopped over from one thigh to another, again "kissing" the rose. As Christopher filled the two cups Ron watched him. "All the other nail bangers I work with drink beer, but you're right --- you can't do it if you're workin' out. I haven't had a beer in two years." Christopher sat on the bed in a different position after handing Ron one of the cups. "You're gut's really tight, Ron. You got the best abs I've seen at the gym, too." Ron ran his hand up over his stomach muscles, looking down at himself. Christopher and Ron were closer together and neither one was bothering to cover up anymore. Ron took the cup, bumped it lightly against Christopher's, as if about to make a toast, and then took a careful sip. "Whew. Pretty potent!” Ron said. He licked his lips. Ron moved himself to a different position, turning slightly on his side. It almost seemed like he was posing his awesome body by the way he laid across the bed. I was really turned on by Ron's deep tan and the band of pure white across his middle caused by the small Speedo's he always wore to the lake. It really highlighted the little tattoo. After he moved, almost automatically Ron's hand adjusted his balls and moved his big enlarged wang. It put his naked midsection a lot closer to Christopher who'd just leaned back on an elbow. Ron asked, "How you like my new tattoo?" Christopher seemed a little nervous as he looked directly at Ron's crotch. "Nice!” he said, "You just got it?" Ron put his hand to it and looked down. "I got one that had a little heart with an arrow and said 'Alice' a couple years ago, so I had to have this one to cover the old one when we split." Ron bent forward and looked closely at his new tattoo. "See, Chris. If you look close you can see where the heart was --- see," and he pointed as Christopher leaned forward, "this is the arrow point --- this is the top of the 'A', for Alice." Christopher seemed very interested and got much closer to see. My damn brother must have had bad eyes. Even I could see from where I was. Ron said, "The guy said that after a while the old one will disappear." Christopher stayed pretty close and continued looking. He asked, "Didn't it hurt?" Ron's hand went to his big floppy sausage at the thought. "Actually, it hurt like hell but at the same time it was a real turn on, too. I had a hard on most of the time when he was doing it." My brother looked a little startled and said, "Really?" I got startled by mom's phone ringing. Since it rang downstairs, too, Christopher also jumped a little but Ron didn't seem to notice. He continued fondling his slowly expanding organ with one hand as he sipped the vodka with the other. I figured he must be fully hard since it was difficult to believe that the stunning log could get any bigger. "Seems like everything is a turn on to me. Especially since Alice split," Ron said. He turned even more toward Christopher, still fondling himself and his voice was a little more personal. "God, Chris, it’s like I'm horny all day long, you know? Sometimes I jack off three --- four times a day!" Christopher was clearly getting a hard on. He was also nervous. "Yeah, I know. I'm the same way," he said. He emptied his cup. Ron saw Christopher's expanding cock. "You got good privacy here, Chris? I ain't got none at home anymore since I got the fuckin' roommate." Christopher rolled on his stomach and looked at Ron. "Mom's gone most the time at her boyfriend's, but she's home tonight. She's never come in here." Ron looked at Christopher. "How come you rolled over, Chris? You were gettin' a hard on, but that's great. Proves everything's workin' good. Don't need to hide around me. I ain't in to hidin' and I'm gettin' one, too --- as you can see!" Christopher paused and then rolled to his back. He definitely was as hard as a rock. Ron was still fondling himself and was fully hard, too. Just as Ron started saying something there was a light knock on my door. I almost shit! I was under the covers so I only had to quickly slip the pillow over the vent. "Ah, come in," I said. I acted like I'd just woke up. Mom opened the door and a shaft of light from the hall crossed my futon. She was in silhouette. "Sorry to wake you, Douglas, but Armando wants me to leave tonight." She cleared her throat, as I rubbed my eyes and said, "Its okay. Is --- is there a problem?" Her voice was low. "No. No problem. We're going to Miami and he got us on the cheaper red-eye flight tonight. I'll be back late Monday night." She asked if I'd be sure to feed Tiger (the cat from the vent episode) every day and I said I would. "Well --- okay, Douglas --- goodbye." I saw her turn and noticed a big suitcase in the hall. "Have a good time, mom. I'll take care of everything." She always left food money in the kitchen so I didn't ask. No hug, kiss or "I love you." That wasn't mom's style. I guess she saved all that stuff for her beloved Armando. I waited until she got out of the house and I heard the garage door close before I dared slip the pillow from the vent hole. Ron was up and quickly dressing. Christopher was talking. "--- for the weekend, I'm sure. She's goin' out of town." Ron sat on the edge of the bed to put his sneakers on. He seemed a bit apprehensive. "Maybe we get together tomorrow night, okay? We'll work out, grab some dinner, and maybe pick up a video. Will Doug be in the way?" Christopher was still naked, sitting on the bed. He seemed a bit surprised. "She'll be gone in a minute, Ron. You don't need to split." Ron glanced toward the closed guest room door. "Naw, she might forget something and come back. We been drinkin' and she'll smell it." He stood up, adding, "its cool, Chris. Tomorrow night. Maybe an X video. Maybe I'll stay over, if it's okay with you." Christopher brightened. "Cool --- yeah, that'd be cool. Doug never comes in here. He'll probably be out with William anyway." Geez, I was surprised. I had no idea he knew William and I were friends --- or about when I came and went. You can be sure I was planning on being home the next night. I was antsy all the next day. I had to work for a few hours, and when I was sitting around the pizza joint waiting for an order to deliver I got an idea. I looked up at the surveillance video camera mounted on the wall. All of a sudden I remembered that we had an old color camera that went with the small VCR I used in my room. It was about eight years old and something on it was broken, but I thought I remembered that it still got a good picture. I could hardly wait to get home. Christopher was home taking a nap. I had to be really quiet looking through all the closets and drawers to find the damn camera, and then I had to wait until he left so I could try it. When we bought the little camera-recorder (before the divorce), it was the latest rage. Stereo sound and everything. But --- it wasn't a camcorder like everyone had now. This one was actually in three pieces. The camera had a long cable that went to the recorder which, in turn, was hooked to the tuner. If you wanted to record somewhere else you put batteries in and left the tuner home, but you could hook up the whole thing, play tapes or record off the air, and if you wanted to use the camera live you just flipped one switch. Like I said, I'd been using the recorder/player and tuner in my room as a VCR for my TV set. I plugged it all together and, wa-laa --- it worked. Christopher finally split for somewhere. (I should tell you why I call him Christopher and he calls me Douglas. Both mother and father were really sticklers for using full names and not nicknames. All through my life, if I had ever called him just "Chris" I would have been in deep shit.) While he was gone I opened up my vent and set up the camera inside it. I had to take off the viewfinder and set up the whole thing wrapped in a big old towel, but it worked. Perfectly! I adjusted the zoom so I'd get a close up of the bed and cut out the rest of the room. After a few minutes I got the whole thing set up so that the picture was flawless. I went down to the guestroom to be sure you couldn't see anything. Good thing I did. There was a little flashing red recording light on the camera. I put tape over it, and then re-wrapped the blanket around it just in case the tape came off. I reset the whole thing until it was perfect again. I could actually lay on my futon and watch everything that happened in the guestroom on my 27" screen zoomed in up close, even in full color and stereo sound. I tested everything again, then unhooked the camera cord and curled it up down in the vent and replaced the pillow. William and I went to a late afternoon movie. I was really jittery and William noticed. I lied about having to do something with my brother that night; just to be sure William wouldn't be around. He seemed a little hurt. It dawned on me that I could videotape whatever happened, so I picked up a three pack of "Extra High Grade" tapes at the video store. When Ron and Christopher went to the gym that night I double-checked my set up and turned on an extra light in the guest room. I was sure Christopher wouldn't notice. I taped a little and played it back. Great quality! It seemed like forever before they came back. Actually, it was about ten-thirty. I locked my bedroom door, stripped, laid down on my futon and turned on the TV. Someone was in the shower. I'd only watched for about a minute when there was a knock on my door. I was really shocked. I flipped the switch from "camera" to "TV" on the way to the door. Christopher was there. "You're in the sack early," he said. "Yeah --- I, ah --- I got a headache." He looked at me and in to the room. That's when I realized I was totally naked and had a half-erection. "Listen, Douglas," he said, "I'm gonna have a --- you know --- a little party in my room tonight. Maybe some chicks. Probably Ron's comin' over. Do me a favor, okay? Don't go in my room." I shrugged. "I'm about to knock off the TV and hit it, Christopher. Don't worry, it's cool. I never go into your place anyway --- you know that." He smiled, glancing again at my body. Then he turned and walked away. I carefully locked the door. I waited a minute before turning on the camera again. The picture was great and the sound was as clear as a bell. I started recording. Christopher was saying, "--- probably couldn't get a date. He's up there fisting his sausage. He's going to go to sleep. Says he has a headache." Ron was just finishing drying his back. He sat down on the bed and the towel went on the floor. His body looked absolutely terrific on the big screen. "He wouldn't come in here if the house was on fire,” Christopher said as he pulled off his pants. Ron looked at him, then leaned back and brushed his cock to the side with his hand. He had a small plastic squeeze bottle of some kind of stuff in his other hand. "It's just that you don't have any locks on this room," he said. Christopher finally kicked off his bikini briefs. Ron flipped opened the bottle-top. It was "Aloe Vera Lotion." The picture was so good you could almost read the small print on the bottle. The close up view was terrific on the big screen --- especially when Ron started rubbing the lotion in to his tattoo. I watched as his partial erection jiggled each time he rubbed hard on the little rose. Christopher openly watched. "It still hurt?" Ron looked up from his work. "Naw! I'm just tryin' to blend in the ink. The more I rub it the more the ink spreads and the 'Alice' one won't show." Christopher watched a moment more, then turned and went into the bathroom. I could hear the shower running. Ron's hands moved over his cock and balls and his cock got fully hard really fast. He began jacking off, very slow, long strokes, moving a thumb down the top side of his big beautiful boner while he pulled on the head with his other hand. Ron moved his whole body, twisting and turning with great sensuality. He surely knew how to handle himself! I couldn't believe the view I had. I leaned back on my futon and joined him. I tried to do it as Ron was doing it, my fingers moving over my own erection as I watched him contorting live and in color on the big TV. I didn't have to worry about noises since I could now keep the pillow over the vent. Besides, the towel wrapped around the camera was an extra sound block, too. As I fondled myself and watched Ron, I wondered what would happen. The whole thing about locked doors was strange. I did everything to myself exactly as I saw Ron doing it to himself as I watched him. It was better than my old ways of jacking off... possibly just because it was new. When Christopher got out of the shower Ron moved his hands to his chest and stomach. He cocked a knee to the side, almost as if to display himself more completely. Ron had a throbbing erection and his cock was impressively big and thick. Christopher walked in to view, still drying himself. "Want me to get out the bottle?" "Sure, man. But you might want to be careful. I'm so damned horny that I might be dangerous with a buzz," Ron said. Chris went to the desk, out of the picture. When he came back into view he had the vodka bottle and two more little cups. He'd also left the towel someplace and I saw his dangling cock --- partially erect. Christopher sat down on the bed and opened the bottle, stealing glances at Ron's big erection. Ron's hands now moved a little lower, too, and soon he was back to fondling himself. Not really stroking, but definitely caressing his hardness. Ron's voice was a little lower. "You ever get lonely, Chris? I never see you datin'. I heard Angela had the hots for you." Christopher handed Ron a cup and poured him a drink. His voice seemed a little hoarse. Again he looked at Ron's body, and then quickly looked away. "Angela's not my type, man. No sense in getting involved if you know it isn't going to work." Ron took a sip. His other hand continued caressing his cock and balls, slipping between his legs. Christopher's cock was clearly expanding as he sat on the bed. "Looks like you've got the horns, too," Ron said. He emptied the little cup and set it down. Christopher seemed really nervous. He glanced down at his swelling sword. "I --- I, ah --- guess I'm really --- I, ah --- really do have the horn's, alright." Ron picked up the bottle of lotion, squirted some in his hand, and handed the bottle to Christopher. "Here, man. This stuff helps." Christopher took the bottle and just sat there. Ron started lovingly rubbing the handful of lotion on his big throbbing prick as Christopher helplessly watched. Ron started first on the big cockhead, and then massaged the lotion down the swollen shaft. It became a two-handed experience as he ran his lubed fingers down into his asscrack, too. Ron looked at my brother. "Would it bug you if I jacked off? I gotta get rid of a load." Christopher seemed almost speechless. He hadn't touched himself, but his long pointer was sticking straight up and pointing at his navel. "Ah, no --- no, it's okay," he responded. "I could go into the bathroom and close the door, Chris,” Ron said, still rubbing the lotion into his now gleaming cock and balls. Christopher was visibly shaken by the suggestion (as was I). "No --- it's fine. Do it here." Ron adjusted his body a bit and now a knee was touching Christopher's side. He was really spread out on the bed now, with his oily parts in perfect view for both of us. His voice was low. "I figured everybody fuckin' does it, ya know. You look like you need it, too." Ron patted the bed beside him and then touched Christopher's thigh. "Come on, lay down and join me. If we're both doin' it at the same time --- then I won't feel like I'm buggin' you." Christopher slowly moved around and laid back beside Ron. He was still holding the lotion bottle in one hand. Since Ron was taking up more than his half of the bed, Ron's knee still touched Christopher's hip and Christopher looked very petrified. Ron rubbed himself some more and then got slightly up on one elbow. He looked at Christopher. "Chris, let me borrow that lotion, okay? I need some more." Christopher handed Ron the bottle and Ron popped the top. He squirted himself another handful and then reached across and wiped the handful off right across the underside of Christopher's throbbing cock. Ron actually touched Christopher's cock in the process. Mine throbbed in my hand. "There. The stuff makes ya tingle a little. You'll love it." Ron filled his hand up again and rubbed it on himself. |
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