Brothers with Benefits (Sketch)
Just a short scene for a potential story in the future
After the toilet flushed and the bathroom door opened, the first thing that hit me was the smell of my brother's musk. A normal reaction would be to cover my nose in disgust, but I was already used to the smell that it was no different from the air freshener in the bathroom. It was also kind of nice, but that was something I was going to keep to myself. At least I was under my covers so he wouldn't see my cock peaking from its sheath.
"Christ, you could've sprayed something while you were in there," I said, making a show of covering my nose, "or put on a pair of boxers even!"
Darren strode past my bed completely nude, and his semi-hard cock swayed from one thigh to the other. It was only eight inches when I saw it there, but I knew from experience (we jerked off to porn although that was years ago) he was at least twelve to thirteen when fully erect. The briefest thought of him jerking off in the tiny bathroom right next to me was enough to bring my own penis out of its sheath, pulsing to life. I wondered how much of his cum filled that condom and how long it would take before he got horny again. Or if he would let me...no, that was stupid. That thought brought back my embarrassment from the last night we watched porn together washed over me.
Darren laid on his back in his bed right next to mine. "Doesn't matter, I'll be in there again within a couple of hours anyway," he responded almost as if reading my mind, although I dreaded to think what he might say if he really knew what was going on in there. "And it'll be the same tomorrow night if I'm not lucky at the club again...not unless you want to take of it next time."
I snapped my head to look at him, I couldn't hide the shocked look on my face as if he really was reading my mind. The older horse just chuckled, and I relaxed but only a little. A part of me hoped he would've forgotten about that night. "You're not being serious," I said both relieved and a little disappointed.
"You wanted to suck me off a few years ago, remember? I know I laughed and told you to, y'know, 'fuck off', but what if I said I wouldn't turn you down this time?"
I looked at him the whole he told me this; waiting for the slightest hint that he was taking the piss (it would be just like him too) but I couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. He lied there, idly stroking his cock that was growing steadily and becoming more and more enticing. It was such a long time since I had another man's cock in me, let alone even being close to one that I had to say something to break the silence.
"You promise?"