“I’m too fucking horny,” Levi muttered to himself. He flicked his eyes over at his laptop and began to think maybe some porn and a quick release would do him some good. He didn’t want a repeat of his one-minute candy story. If he stroked one out now then he’d be more able to last the distance later when he had his best mate face down, arse up, and biting the pillow.
Carefully stepping his way through his piles of clothes, Levi sat down at his desk, switching on his laptop. His blunt fingers danced across the keyboard as he typed in the web address for Crashing Hearts, and navigated his way to the porn videos. There was loads to choose from, but Levi lazily clicked on one near the top and began watching what turned out to be a home-made video of an Irish couple in their late thirties fucking in the shower. It wasn’t the most exciting sex clip ever made, but the guy had a decent cock on him and his girlfriend was more than a tad impressive with the way she deep-throated his fat todger.
Levi pulled his briefs down just enough so he could fish his cock out. He spat into the palm of his hand and furled his fingers round his meat and began tugging. As he watched the Irish couple’s private moment, he found himself losing interest and began to think instead about his best mate, wondering what his cock would taste like. That would be a big first for Levi, letting another man put their dick in his mouth. There was something degrading about sucking what a guy pisses out of, he thought, and that was why he’d never returned the favour to any of his male cocksuckers.
Maybe I should try it?
Levi sighed loudly as his dick hardened, getting more and more lost in the curious fantasy of his tongue licking the fleshy length of Josh’s shaft.
But what if he came in my mouth? I don’t want to taste his spunk… do I?
Levi shivered at the thought, unsure if the idea repulsed or excited him. Probably a bit of both. He bit down on his bottom lip, pleasure overtaking him as his hand slipped up and down his spit-lubed rod at a furious pace.
“Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” The mumbled curse trickled out in a sexy whisper as his balls began to tingle dangerously close to an orgasm. His heart galloped at a tremendous rate, blood rushing from his head and taking up residence in his cock. He twisted and writhed in his seat, worshipping his own flesh as hard as he could, releasing girly sighs as he hurtled towards release. Levi was lost in his cocksucking fantasy, loudly declaring on repeat a sexy confession, “I wanna suck it. I wanna suck it. I wanna suck it. I wanna—”
But then a voice startled him. “What exactly do you wanna suck, Levi?”
***
In lightening reflexes, Levi slipped his cock back in his briefs and spun around to find his stepbrother standing in the doorway. “What the fuck are you doing here ya little perv.”
“I wasn’t perving,” Danny said with a smirk. “You had the door wide open.”
“I don’t care. That doesn’t give you the right to stand in my doorway and watch me.”
“As if I’d wanna watch you have a wank.”
“I wasn’t having a wank,” Levi fibbed.
Danny ran a hand through his unruly mop of black hair and pointed towards the porn still playing on Levi’s laptop. “The evidence suggests otherwise.”
Levi slammed the laptop shut and threw his hands up like an outlaw surrendering. “Okay. You got me. I was having a wank, Sherlock.”
“That’s gross.”
Levi pushed his erection down and got up out if his seat to find some clothes to put on. “Settle down, dipshit. It ain’t like you don’t toss off. Every guy does it.”
“Speak for yourself.”
“Little virgins like you jack off more than most guys. That’s probably why you have to wear glasses and have oddly hairy palms.”
“I’m not a virgin,” Danny shot back defensively.
One look at Danny and you knew you were staring at a boy who’d not been near a pair of tits since his mum stopped breastfeeding him. He may have been the same height as Levi but thanks to his baby face and weedy physique he looked younger than his seventeen years.
“So what is it you wanna suck? You kept saying it enough,” Danny said.
Levi fought back the red threatening to taint his cheeks. “I want to suck the tits of the girl in the video I was just watching, if you must know.”
Danny’s face lost its cocky bravado at hearing the blunt response.
“Anyway, what are you doing here?” Levi asked, still searching for a pair of pants. “I thought you were staying at your mum’s house this weekend?”
“I am, but I was just visiting a friend who lives nearby and decided I’d come say hello to Dad.”
This was the routine with Danny. He stayed here every second weekend but he would pop over in-between times if he was in the neighbourhood. As far as stepbrothers go Danny was alright. He wasn’t an arrogant cock like his father. or a judgemental bitch like his mother. He was timid, shy, and a pretty nice kid, even if he was an A-grade dork with an unhealthy obsession with cosplay.
“Ooh, and what type of friend is this?” Levi waggled his eyebrows, slipping into a pair of jeans. “A girl friend?”
“No. My friend Kaleb.”
“Kaleb, that’s a pretty name,” Levi said in the campest voice he could muster. “So you have a boy friend. Your dad will be so proud.”
“Don’t be a dork. You know I’m straight and so is Kaleb for that matter.”
Levi knew his geeky stepbrother was straight, but he also knew Kaleb wasn’t—not that Danny was aware of his friend’s wayward sexuality.
“I’m just kidding,” Levi said, busily scanning the floor for a clean shirt to wear. He sniff-tested three before finding one not marked with pit stains or reeking of body odour. He slid the top over his torso and glanced over at his stepbrother. “That would be funny though if you were gay. I think Mark would have a fucking fit.”
“I don’t think Dad would have a problem if I was gay,” Danny said.
Levi suspected otherwise. Mark may have been Danny’s real father, but it was Levi who had spent more time growing up with the man over the past seven years, and because of that, Levi knew first-hand Mark’s reaction to the gay marriage debate. While Levi’s mum had been a huge supporter of the law change, conservative Mark had vehemently opposed what he called the “disgusting attack on the institution of marriage.”
“You really should clean your room,” Danny observed. “You can hardly move in here it’s so messy.”
“It’s not messy.”
“Then why is there a mountain of clothes everywhere I look?” Danny countered in a sly tone, adjusting his glasses.
“You sound just like your dad.”
“Do I really?” Danny said excitedly. The boy idolised his father, in that pathetic way you would only find in cheesy family movies.
“That wasn’t meant to be a compliment.”
“Oh…” Danny sighed. “You should clean up though. It is pretty bad in here.”
“While you and other mere mortals see a mess, I see a strategic obstacle course to keep you all out of my room.”
Danny laughed. “Gotcha. I guess that’s important if you do what you do in your room.”
“What’s that supposed to mean,” Levi said, feigning anger as he slowly approached his stepbrother.
“Nothing, nothing,” Danny pleaded. “I was just making a joke about you, um…”