by David Heulfryn
I didn’t know when Max would return, so I excused myself and went to bed. My parents commented that it was still early, but I just said I was tired. Mum’s parting comment was to tell me not to snoop around trying to find my birthday present.
We’d been shopping earlier that day, and Max and I had a great time. He helped me buy a jockstrap which I now tried out.
I stripped naked and pulled on the off-white garment that seemed more straps than fabric. It felt tight against my crotch. I jumped up and down. There was no movement. It was certainly doing its job and would prevent my balls from jiggling around when I did my gymnastics.
I rubbed my hand over my covered crotch and pasty white arse cheeks. I started to feel sexy, and my little prick started to harden. I kept rubbing my crotch, and soon my cock was fighting against the tight fabric to make room to grow.
My little prick needed space, so I pulled down my new jockstrap and kicked it under my bed. I went over to the mirror and looked at my body. My little prick was about four inches and pointed to the ceiling. My tiny hairless balls were tucked neatly under, the sac perfectly smooth. On either side of my prick were my precious tufts of pubes. I noticed they were slowly joining up, and it wouldn’t be long before they formed an arc above my smooth prick. My foreskin still looked pinched and protruded well past the head of my prick. I touched myself and pulled back my foreskin. My moist, pink head emerged, and the feeling made my balls twitch.
I lay on my bed and started to stroke my little prick between two fingers. It felt amazing. I smiled and looked over at Max’s empty bed. I missed him and wondered how his date with James was going. But I put that to the back of my mind as I enjoyed the feeling my stiff prick gave me.
It didn’t take long before my prick twitched, and watery cum spewed out and wet my belly. I closed my eyes and breathed heavily. My fingers played with my cum, washing my belly and smearing my skin. I loved the feel of it through my fingers, how the wateriness gave way to stickiness. I would press my fingers to my belly and enjoy feeling my skin peeling away as the glue gave way.
My cum was drying, so I squeezed my prick, and more oozed out from my foreskin. It had already lost its wateriness and was very sticky. I brought my fingers to my nose and smelt it. I couldn’t really smell anything. It just smelt clean, like when I went to the swimming pool. What hadn’t already dried, I smeared on my belly again.
I was about to get up and wash my hands when I heard a noise from downstairs. Max had come home, and Mum and Dad were going to bed. I quickly dashed across the room, turned off the light, and got into bed.
I lay still, listening to the people downstairs. They were talking, but I couldn’t make out what was being said. Then I heard the light footsteps. They were coming upstairs.
“Night, Mum. Night, Dad.” I heard Max say before he quietly opened our bedroom door.
I remained silent. Max closed the door.
I heard him sniff the air. I sensed he was smiling. “Someone’s been wanking.” I heard him whisper.
I giggled. “How could you tell?”
Max came over and sat on my bed. He looked at me and stroked my hair away from my face.
“You are so cute.” He told me. “I love you, Min.”
I giggled again. “Have you been drinking?” I joked.
“Just happy, Min. And you’ll soon become sensitive to that strange metallic smell that cum smells of.”
I pulled my right hand, the one covered with my dry cum, from under the duvet and smelt it. I took a deep breath. I could smell it. “You’re right. I was about to wash it off when I heard people move around downstairs.”
Max stroked my hair again; he was in a strange mood. He stood up and started to undress. Once he was naked, he approached me again and sat back on my bed. Although the room was dark, I could see him, and he didn’t care. He stroked my hair again.
“Thank you, Min. You’re the best brother.”
I was confused. What had come over him. He sighed and went to his bed.
“Aren’t you going to clean your teeth?” I asked him.
“Not tonight.” He sighed. “I want to savour his taste.”
I jolted up in bed. “What did you do?” I looked over at the darkness where he lay.
“Nothing. We just kissed. That’s all. I just want to keep the feeling of his lips against mine for as long as possible.”
“You’re going to have to tell me all about it,” I said excitedly, but before Max could say anything, we heard our bedroom door creak open, and our Mum popped her head in.
“Good night, Max. I’m glad you had a good time tonight, and I’m sorry about Jane.” Mum whispered.
“Thanks, Mum. Good night.” Max responded, and we were left alone.
“What have you told her?” I whispered as we could still hear our parents getting ready for bed.
“Nothing, just that I broke up with Jane and a mate from the rugby club took me to the cinema to try and cheer me up.”
“Well, it certainly worked.”
“I know. I feel so excited.” Max told me how his date went. They went to a burger place and found a corner to be together. They talked about rugby, they talked about previous relationships. James admitted that Max was only his second boyfriend and wasn’t out yet, but he suspected his mother knew. Max said he had only spoken to me about his feelings and that Jane was his only girlfriend. “I felt his hand creep over to me, and we held hands for a moment. It felt so natural and made my heart beat faster. I couldn’t stop smiling at him. He let go and told me that I looked goofy and people were wondering what I was smiling at. James said he heard a lady say ‘how sweet’ when she looked over at us.”
Max got out of bed and came over to me. He sat on my bed and looked at me with a massive grin.
“I didn’t care, Min. That lady knew James and I were on a date together, and I didn’t care. I just felt so delirious. I wanted to shout it from the roof. I want everyone to know I love James.”
I propped myself up on my elbows so we could be closer. Max leant forward and hugged me. It was a long and hard hug. He held me so tightly I struggled to breathe.
“Max!” I choked.
“I miss him already. I wish he was here now. I’m going to call him the moment I wake up tomorrow. It’s Sunday, so we should be able to spend the day together.”
Max released me, and I fell back onto my bed.
“Min! I’m sitting here naked on your bed, my dick is hard, and I don’t care. I’m so hard for James that I feel like I’m going to burst. I didn’t know I could feel this good.”
Max told me that they walked hand in hand from the burger place to the cinema. They got some strange looks, but no one really cared. Max feared they would be taunted or bullied for holding hands, but nothing happened. He didn’t know why he was so scared.
After the film, they walked and climbed over a gate to get into the park. They sat on a bench together and talked. They talked about when James got Max to wank him in the rugby club showers. Max was surprised that James was as scared as he was. James seemed so confident but admitted it was all a front. They held hands as they talked until there was nothing else to say. Then the kissing started. Max checked the time and knew he needed to be home soon. They kissed again and climbed the locked gate to get on the street. With a tiny peck on the lips, Max walked one way, James the other. In the cold, dark air, Max heard James tell him he’d call him tomorrow.
“How do you think Mum and Dad would react if I told them I had a boyfriend?” Max asked.
“Are you sure you’re ready for that? You’ve only had one date. I would wait until you’re sure.”
“But I am sure, Min. It only took one date for me to know. It hit me like a punch to the stomach. I love him so much. We’ve been rugby mates for a couple of years, so I already feel like I know him.”
“I don’t want you turning into a love-sick puppy. You’ve only had one date. Just wait, take it slow and see if it goes somewhere; tell Mum and Dad later. I’ll help you if you want. Now just calm down. It’s like you’ve taken drugs.”
“I’m happy, Min. For the first time in years. I am truly happy and don’t care. I’m just so glad I can share it with you.”
I leant on my elbows again. I saw tears in his eyes. “You’re crying,” I stated.
“I know, tears of joy, tears of love and tears of sadness, that James isn’t here.” We hugged again.
“You get back to bed,” I told him and watched as Max stood and walked to his bed. I saw the silhouette of his hard cock point the way. “if you still want to tell Mum and dad next week, we’ll talk about the best way to do it. Until then, I really hope James is good to you.”
“He is.” James sighed.
“I’m so happy for you, Max. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Min.”
I lay still. I was happy for Max but also scared. Mum and dad have never been that open about sex, and they never gave us any sense of how they felt about being gay or being straight, for that matter. I always thought they were old-fashioned and didn’t believe in sex before marriage. They weren’t religious but seemed to have old-fashioned conservative attitudes. I could only hope they were more open-minded than they appeared.
I heard Max fidget and his duvet rustling. I stayed still and listened. The sound of his breathing came over to my side of the room. I listened to his breath stutter. The rustling got louder, and then he let out a long sigh and was still again.
It slowly dawned on me that he had been masturbating.
Max pushed the duvet from his body and reached for his box of tissues. He wiped his belly, hand and his cock. He dropped his cum soaked tissues to the floor, and a metallic smell wafted over my nose. I took a deep breath. This was the first time Max had done this with me in the room, at least as far as I knew. I’m glad he didn’t need to hide it from me.
Max covered himself up and turned over onto his side.
“I love you, Min.”
I was surprised he spoke to me after masturbating. There was no way he could claim he thought I was asleep.
“I love you too, Max. Sweet dreams.”
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