“My brothers always did it in the same room and no one cared.”
It struck me then that he was kind of dumb. It was warm, pulsing with life as I began to stroke him. My breath hitched as I watched him, my hand unconsciously moving to my own crotch. “Yeah,” I said, my voice shaky. I tugged myself too, and made us cum at about the same time, both of us tensing our abs and leaning forward slightly, as he coated my hand and I squirted onto my tummy. That night, when he started his routine, I sat up in bed and turned to him. Some nights it was Lochlan, some nights Zack. I just shrugged. The sound of his hand moving over his shaft filled the room, and I could feel my own cock stirring in my boxers. He’s not gay so it’s cool,” he said. He let out a low groan, his muscles tensing as I worked him.
