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The only sounds Martin could hear was the woman's moans, overwhelming the hard slaps of hips on thighs. His own breathing was heavy and rapid in his ears, but all of his focus was on the lioness. The lion curled his toes, feeling his climax rise, the rush unable to stop. He wished this hormonal pleasure would never end, but he was sure now that he had passed the threshold of his endurance. He closed his eyes, searing the image of her breasts in his mind, as his orgasm shot out of his cock.

Martin wadded up the tissue full of his wad, and exhaled. It had been a while since he had such a good jack off session. But it finally happened, the stars aligned and the rest of the fam was out. Between Marco and his folks it was rare enough, but now that Maria was home from college for summer added to the rarity. He had to take full advantage of this special window of time.

The lion tossed the spent tissue into his trash can, the porno on screen continuing on without him. Martin massaged his dick, trying to see if he could get hard one more time. He had already cum twice that hour, but what about a third? Alas, his spirit was willing but the flesh refused to rise to the occasion. Taking one last look at the bombshell on screen, Martin clicked the favorite icon. He shuffled the video into a hidden bookmark folder, and closed out the tab. He twisted the speaker's nob, muting them as he cleared the browser history. It was his computer, but no reason to leave evidence of his afternoon up. He checked his phone: just a little bit after two. Nate had told him he was busy until 2:30, so he had some time to wash up and rehydrate before he could head over. Martin looked at his clothes, wadded up on the ground. Since the minute his little brother left the house, he had been naked. It felt cool, not having to wear pants or a shirt. Like having his own apartment. Martin considered throwing on his boxers, but decided against it. Might as well milk the rest of what he could out of this time, gonna be a while until he gets another chance. Martin loaded up some music, and left his room.

Walking around the house naked felt odd, at least logically. He knew no one was gonna be home until four, but his ears were still hyper alert to the sounds outside. Upstairs he knew he was invisible, but there were windows downstairs. He had to be stealthy, slipping past them on his way to the garage. At least that's how he felt. What, was someone going to be staring through them, looking for some naked guy? And besides, he was far from unattractive. Maybe some hot chick could see him, fall for his athletic physique. Martin laughed to himself, how cheesy. He opened the door to the garage and stepped out, the door swinging closed behind him. Martin opened the fridge and plucked out a bottle of water, stopping to quench his throat.

The nude lion approached the door back to the house, and turned the handle. At least, he tried. "Huh?" He muttered, shaking the brass knob. Left, right, left right, left right left right left right left right. It wasn't turning. Why wasn't it turning. Why wasn't the door opening. His breathing started to speed up. Oh no no no, no way. Once more he jiggled the handle. It was... The door was locked??? No way, no fucking way. Sometimes they locked the handle on the door going out of the garage, in addition to bolting it, but no way did anyone ever lock the door between the house and the garage. It was a tiny little pin to turn, if anything bolting it was used at night. Martin tried to turn the door again. Still locked. The music on his phone was blaring as he stared at the door. A tiny little lock... He was trapped in the garage. Naked.

Martin dropped his waterbottle and held his head, pushing back his hair. What the fuck was he going to do. He had a key on his car keys, but those were inside on the counter. He was fucked, stuck out here naked without a prayer. Wait. Martin stopped panicking for a moment. His dad had told him what to do if he was locked out, uhhh... Their neighbors had a key! Wait, no he couldn't go over there without clothes. Shit. Unless... There was another key! Martin tried to focus, remembering where his dad put it. He thought back to his dad telling Marco where the key was when the younger lion got some freedom. But, Martin wasn't paying attention in that memory. He remembered why: He knew he had a house key on his keys, and he never left the house without them and his wallet and phone. Stupid, stupid!

Marco looked around the garage, trying to think where the house key would be. The garage was sparse, just a pair of bikes and his mom's car, really. Nothing in there where a key could be held. No, the house key wouldn't be in the garage, normally the place where one of them would be locked out would be outside and not in there. Martin crept his way through the garage, and steadied himself. The key had to be... Outside.

Heasitantly, the lion opened the door into the garage. He half expected everyone in his class to be standing out in the back yard, ready to surprise him. Nope, it was empty. His eyes scanned the yard, trying to think. If he was a key, where would he be.... His eyes focused on where it just had to be. The grill, namely, the cabinet below! Yeah, he vaguely recalled that something besides the propane was down there, score! But... The grill was all the way across the yard. Damnit. Martin closed the garage door, scanning the room he was in. He remembered watching an old action movie where the two protagonists were thrown out of a mob hideout naked, and had to streak accross the city with nothing more than trashcan lids and newspapers. It was amusing then: Being naked and trapped made that scene a whole lot less funny. What was even less funny was that it was trash day, and all the trashcans and the recycling bin full of dad's newspapers were on the curb out front. Getting them would be worse than the streak to the grill.

Martin inhaled, and then exhaled. It was going to be a frantic run, for sure. There was no way to tell who was out in their yards, if anyone was driving by the house, looking out a window, anything. The confidence he had earlier was all gone, and now he was in survival mode. But, he had to do it. Getting caught by his big sister, little brother, or worse, his parents, naked in the garage would be death. Martin opened the door out of the garage again, and jiggled the handle. This one, too, was locked. Wouldn't that suck, being trapped even further outside. He unlocked the door handle and tested it. It worked this time. Phew. One more test that he wouldn't be locked out of the garage, and the nude lion was ready.

Three, two, one... One half... He hesitated, lurching forward but receding back inside. He flexed his muscles. Don't think, don't think you stupid jerk, don't think and just- He was running. Martin was outside in the hot summer day, buck naked, running through the yard. He reached the grill instantly, and opened the doors below. His fingers rummaged everywhere down there, crouched low as he examined every nook and cranny inside the grill. It wasn't in the drawer below, it wasn't in the grill top, it wasn't on the small shelf on the side, it wasn't under the grill. His heart was racing as his brain jumped around, trying to figure out this puzzle. It wasn't anywhere in the grill! Fuck fuck fuck, his eyes jumped around the yards nearby. No one was out in the yards, but was anyone staring out their windows? He couldn't tell. Frantically, Martin ran back inside, slamming the door shut.

He was boned. He was fucked. He was so fucked. He was going to be caught. He was... Unable to think, with the loud music playing. Martin's eyes opened, and darted to the door to the inside. His phone. He ran back to the door and picked up his phone. Must have put it down earlier, but thank fuck, he had his phone. Martin knew he couldn't text his folks, they could think something was wrong and come home early. And Maria, no way was he letting his big sis know he was in trouble, she was curious, and devious. But Marco... The younger lion was an idiot! Martin laughed to himself a bit, turning off his music. He had to play this well.

"Hey." He sent. Martin scowled. Dude was at a friends house, and Martin knew he wouldn't pick up if Marco was the one sending a single text. "Dude, you there?" Nothing. "Marco. Pick up." Nada. Bastard. Holding his breath, Martin pressed the dial button. The phone rang. And rang. And rang. No answer.

"I'll kill you dead, little piece of shit," Martin cursed. He dialed again. The phone rang three times. And then was answered.

"What?" Whined Marco. Martin froze. How was he going to explain what was going on.

"Uhhhh, hey. You at your friends still?"

"Yeah." Damn. He couldn't explain what was happening over the phone, didn't want his brother's little friends to hear.

"Text me, k?" Martin hung up. He stared at the messenger, trying to figure out how to be as innocent as possible. "Where is the key?" He hit send. Wait no, that was too ambiguous. "The key to the house." Send. "Housekey."

"Why do you need it?" Marco replied.

"I just do, shitforbrains."

"Don't you have a key already?" Marco asked. There were dots below his message, he was still typing. "Lock yourself out?"

"Just tell me where it is and I won't pound you."

"I took it from the grill." Bastard. So it was his fault Martin was in this mess. "Do you really need it, can't you just get someone to pick you up?"

Martin held his phone tight, nearly squeezing the life out of it. Why was this smart ass asking so many questions. "No."

"Why?"

"Just, I can't. Can you come here and leave it outside of the garage?"

More text dots. Then they stopped. Then they returned. "How bad is it?"

"How bad is what?" Martin bluffed.

"That bad huh. I'll be over in 5/10." Martin sat down his phone. God damnit. Every second leading up to being locked out played through his mind. This sucked.

Every few seconds, Martin checked his phone. The minutes passed slowly. Ever so slowly. He rested in the back corner of the garage, behind his mom's car. Marco didn't have to see him to help out. Little brothers shouldn't have to ask questions. Martin thought back on how stubborn and resistant he was to helping Maria out, lying to himself that he was actually the perfect little brother himself. Why couldn't Marco be perfect.

Eventually, the sound of a bicycle rolled past the garage, and approached the door. Show time. Martin scooched to hide behind the car in the garage as Marco stepped in. "Yo," Marco called out. He wasn't quite as small as he used to be, now heading into high school, but Martin still had a trio of years on him. He was getting that key one way or another.

"Yeah, just unlock the door for me, ok?" Martin called out, ducking behind the car.

"You know I can just head back out dude. I can see your legs." Marco chided. Busted.

From behind the car, Martin emerged. In front of his crotch, the naked lion held a potted flower he swiped from the back porch. The two lions looked at each other, the power dynamic changed.

"Yeah, I knew it." Marco broke the silence. He pulled out his phone, and before Martin could say or do anything, he snapped a picture.

"Wait stop!" Martin shouted out on delay. "What the fuck was that for."

"It's obvious, isn't it? Getting an IOU. Put down the plant, I just need one or two more."

"Fucking asshole," Martin growled. When did Marco get crafty.

"Relax, I'm not going to show anyone, if I don't have to. I just have a pair of things I want. Set down the plant or I'm out, and you can explain to mom why you're naked." Martin had half a mind to wrestle down his little bro, steal the key for himself. But, wrestling, while naked? Seemed a little gay. So, he set down the plant, hands wrapped over his crotch. "You know what I meant, jerk." Martin rolled his eyes, moving his hands away. He rolled his eyes. "You know what, one more, turn around yeah? Hands on your head, and then you get the key yeah? Trust me, I don't need anything much." Martin already was in the hole, one more picture wasn't much worse? He turned around, and placed his hands on his head.

"Ok you little prick, what do you want?" Martin asked.

"One of your friends has a fake, yeah? Or you, I don't care who." Martin had a fake ID already, yeah.

"How much you want?"

"Six pack. Actually, twelve. And let me try your car out ok, mom and dad won't let me until I start driver school, tightwads."

Twelve beers? And a test drive? That was it? "That it?"

"Yeah. Dude you'd help me out of this situation if it was the other way around, you aren't Maria. Deal?"

Martin laughed a little to himself. Yeah, Maria was the freaking worst. "Deal. But you better not show any of your friends this, and don't even tell them why I'm doing this."

"Don't worry, I'll tell them that you're a generous and merciful brother," Marco teased. He put his phone away and walked up to the door, unlocking it like it was nothing. "There. I hope you sat on a towel or something. And stay out of my room, I don't want your dick hair in my carpet or anything gross."

"Oh yeah, I beat off all over your pillow, dweeb," Martin replied, hustling past his brother into the house. Freedom.

Martin leaned against the door and exhaled, finally free of the hell he was just trapped in. He made a beeline straight up to his room to get dressed. 2:38. He had spent half an hour buck naked out in the garage. Never doing that again, Martin muttered to himself. He got dressed, ready to put this experience behind him. Martin pulled on his shoes at the back door, and stepped outside before closing the door. He looked at the doorhandle, curious. He turned the door, and pushed it open. It was unlocked. The whole time. The back door was unlocked the entire time he was trapped in the garage naked. He flashed his brother because he never tried the fucking back door. Damnit. Martin slammed the door hard, before locking it.