Matt's Briefs By The Dark Knight
	Title: Matt’s Briefs Author: The Dark Knight E-mail: dark_knight25276@yahoo.com Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Matt Hardy/Jeff Hardy Summary: Jeff has a fetish! When I was growing up one of the most exciting places in the house was my brother Matt’s dresser. It was a tall chest of drawers made of cherry wood and it stood in the corner of his bedroom near the window. Whenever Matt and my parents were out of the house I used to sneak into his bedroom and search through the drawers of the dresser to see what I could find. Every time was a new exploration. In the top drawer he kept a metal box filled with rare coins. But it was what was underneath that box that really intrigued me. Here my brother kept his collection of Playboy, Penthouse and other magazines. Most of the time they were the same but every once in a while a new one would appear and the sexy pictures and stories within the pages would enrapture me. At that age, my hormones had a mind of their own and anything got me hot. Even the slightest suggestion of something sexual would give me a hard on and I would masturbate looking at the pictures of naked women or couples having sex. It was thrilling and dirty and wrong and I loved it. Whenever I went into that room I was filled with anticipation. The idea that he might have a new magazine in his drawer would get me so excited that I couldn't wait to open it. One day when Matt was going to be out of the house for a while I went into his room as soon as he left, hoping to find something good inside the drawer. When I lifted the coin box I was disappointed to see the same two old Penthouse magazines that I had already masturbated with several times. I was becoming bored with the pictures in these magazines but the excitement of my adventure was still strong. I decided to try some of the other drawers in the dresser to see if there was something else exciting in there. I started at the top since that was always the best drawer. As I made my way down, finding shirts, sweaters, belts and socks I quickly decided that I was probably going to have to settle on the old Penthouses. About halfway down, however, I made a wonderful discovery. As I opened Matt’s underwear drawer my first instinct was to close it. But as my eyes regarded the neatly folded white briefs I was filled with curiosity. I let my fingers touch the fly of one of the briefs on top. The cotton was worn and thin. I imagined that you could probably see through it if it was being worn. An intense pang of guilt overwhelmed me and I closed the drawer and got the Penthouses out of the top drawer and went into my room. I looked through the magazines for a little while but couldn't put the underwear drawer out of my mind. I just wanted to run my finger across the front of those briefs one my time I told myself and soon found myself on my way back to the dresser. As I opened the drawer I got excited all over again. As I promised myself, I allowed my finger to caress the fly front of one of the briefs, this time letting my finger slip underneath the flap of fabric and into the front of the brief. I took it out of the drawer and unfolded it. At that age my brother was still a bit bigger than me. The briefs were a large and I still wore a medium. They seemed so big to me. I put my hand through the top and felt the inside of the crotch. The fabric was stretched from my brother’s cock. I had only seen it a couple of times but I remembered what it looked like. One time when he was getting ready to get into the shower and his robe was open I noticed his thick cock hanging between his legs surrounded by a bush of black hair. I remembered going to bed that night thinking about his cock and looking at my own wondering if I was ever going to be that big. Now as I stood there with his underwear in my hands the image of his dick came back to me. I imagined it resting against the front, his heavy balls supported by the fabric underneath. I allowed my fingers to run all along the inside, feeling every inch of the thin cotton and elastic band. Then I folded them and put them back into the drawer. There were three neatly arranged rows of briefs in the drawer and I noticed a pair of pink bikini briefs and a jockstrap underneath one of the piles. I picked them up and set them on the bed. I quickly arranged the piles of briefs so that he wouldn't notice I had been there and took the pink briefs and the jockstrap back to my room. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt but quickly stripped down to my batman and robin briefs as I looked at my brother’s underwear lying on my bed. I picked up the pink briefs first. They were smaller than the white briefs and there was no fly front. I held them up in front of me and looked in the full-length mirror on my door. My cock was already beginning to grow in my briefs and I was overcome with a desire to see what I looked like in my big brother’s pink bikinis. I stripped out of my briefs and my cock sprang to life. Quickly I pulled the pink briefs on and pushed my cock inside. The briefs were tight, even for me. I could see the outline of my hard cock through the fabric, the erect shaft pointing up toward my belly button. I touched my cock through the briefs. My balls ached as I realized that my dick was resting in the same place where my big brother’s sometimes did. I ran my fingers across the front, outlining my cock, then spread my legs apart and let my finger travel to my balls cupping them in my hand and then allowing my fingers to explore underneath. The fabric seemed so smooth like very fine cotton and my fingers slid across them with ease. I admired myself in the mirror but couldn't wait to get to the jockstrap. I tore the briefs off and grabbed the jockstrap from the bed and pulled it on. I had never worn a jockstrap before and I had certainly never seen Matt wear one. I have to admit that I had a hell of a time trying to get it on but once I did I was thrilled with the feeling. The pouch was mesh and I could see the outline of my cock through the front. But it was the sensation of having my ass in the open air that turned me on the most. I turned around to look at my ass in the mirror. It was so hot to me to feel my cock being supported and still have my ass hang free. I followed the straps on either side of my ass with my hands until they met at the pouch underneath my balls. That was always a sensitive place for me anyway and having those straps there was extremely exciting for me. Still with my back toward the mirror, I took my right index finger and followed from the base of the pouch up my ass crack to my hole. I watched as I fingered my hole with the one hand while the other hand made it's way to the pouch in front to rub my aching cock. I was in heaven. After a few minutes of watching myself with the jockstrap on, I once again tried on the pink bikinis. This time I lay on my bed and looked at myself in the mirror. My swollen cock made the front of the briefs bulge well above my stomach and I imagined that that was what my brother looked like when he wore them. I let my hand run across the front of the briefs and noticed a small spot of pre cum had oozed through the fabric. I rubbed the spot near the head of my cock then let my finger run down the shaft to my balls. Once again, I was amazed by the smoothness of the fabric - how my finger glided effortlessly from cock to balls, down between my legs and back again. I put my hands down the front, feeling my cock and thinking about how close my hand and cock were to where my brother’s dick had been. I began stroking my cock from inside the briefs. It was wonderful to have my hand in that warm place, stroking my cock, thinking about Matt’s thick dangling cock being where mine now was. My hands stretched out the fabric in front and I looked at myself in the mirror. I took my other hand and felt my asshole through the fabric. It was a miraculous feeling. The sensation sent a shiver through my whole body and my balls ached for relief. Looking at myself in the mirror I began to stroke faster. I could feel the waistband in the briefs being stretched but I didn't care. I wanted to shoot my load in my big brother’s underwear and after just a few more strokes I did. I shot my load against the fabric and it fell back against my hand. I rubbed the warm juice on my cock and felt it soak into the front of the briefs. I removed my hand from inside the briefs and rubbed my cock from the outside. My warm cum had soaked through them leaving a large wet spot in front. I got out of the bed and regarded myself in the mirror. By now my cock was beginning to get soft and I admired my impressive bulge. I took off the briefs and felt them in my hands. I was so happy with what I had done I couldn't bear to give them back. I got dressed and hand washed the briefs and put them in the dryer. When they were dry I placed them in my closet in my own secret hiding place. Now, whenever I wanted them they would be there. I returned the jockstrap to Matt’s drawer so that he might not notice anything was missing. For several nights after that I waited for my parents and brother to go to bed and I would start the whole ritual over again. I never bored of it like I had bored of the magazines. Those pink briefs got me more excited than any picture ever could. The next few weeks were filled with the best masturbation of my life. One day, however, I noticed the pink briefs were gone from my hiding place. When I discovered that Matt’s pink briefs were missing from my hiding place I was filled with a sense of shame and embarrassment. I don't know who found them there or what they did with them but whatever the answer was I knew it couldn't be good. It was bad enough that I had done what I did but to be discovered was almost too much for me to think about. I remembered the feeling of those briefs against my cock and the way it felt when I ran my hands across my ass - the smooth cotton stretched across caressing and hugging my skin so softly. I remembered the way the briefs made my cock look - allowing the outline of the head and shaft to appear softly against the fabric. I remembered trying to imagine what my big brother’s dick looked like in those briefs and the thrill of having my own cock where his rested. It was exciting but the guilt was starting to get to me. The only consolation was that whoever found them never said anything about it. I never got a sense from anyone in my family that they had discovered my secret and for that I was extremely grateful. Maybe they knew that it was just a natural curiosity or maybe they thought I was just out of underwear. Whatever the reason, I was glad it never became an issue. Periodically I would check Matt’s dresser drawers to see if the pink briefs reappeared. They never did. Once, I took one of his regular white briefs and jacked off with them but it wasn't the same. Nothing was as sexy as seeing myself in those pink briefs. I tried to justify what I did in my own mind. I knew that I had a tendency to find men attractive even at that age and I enjoyed masturbating more than anything I ever did. But I was confused by my attraction to my big brother’s briefs. Matt was the only man I had ever seen naked and I wondered if that was why I was so turned on by his briefs. I would see him occasionally getting into or out of the shower in our privet bathroom and my natural curiosity would draw my attention to his crotch. He had a nice cock, not too big but to me it seemed huge. I would look at my own cock sometimes when it was soft and imagine it being that big. I'd cup my hand over it and imagine what it would feel like to be as big as him. He had a bush of black hair and his balls hung heavily from underneath his dick. When he walked his cock would move back and forth against his legs, his balls swinging in unison. I found the whole thing fascinating. It wasn't that I got aroused when I saw it but those nights thinking about it when I masturbated were exciting. To think that my own cock would be that big one day filled me with great pleasure. I found myself getting more and more fascinated with my big brother’s cock and took every chance I could to see it. He was on the football team and he was outside most days so every day when he got home from practice he would take a shower. I arranged my bedroom so that my desk was against the wall by my bedroom door. That way I could pretend to be doing homework while he walked upstairs and undressed in his bedroom. From my room I could see almost directly into his bedroom. As he undressed I could catch glimpses of him whenever he walked into my view. I tried not to be too obvious and since I didn't want him to know what I was doing but most days I got to see enough to make me happy. He had a beautiful body and a moderately hairless chest with a line of hair trailing from his belly button to his cock. I couldn't wait until I had hair like that and I wondered what it would feel like. I don't think he ever suspected what I was doing since he never bothered to close his bedroom door. It was an innocent gesture and occasionally I felt bad about being such a pervert, but every chance I could I would be at my desk "doing homework." After his shower Matt would put his robe on and spend the rest of the evening relaxing in the living room watching TV. He didn't wear anything underneath his robe and as you can imagine, I spent many nights watching TV with him. He would sit on the couch and I would lay on the floor hoping to catch a glimpse of his cock whenever he adjusted his legs. It didn't happen very often but when it did I was thrilled. Occasionally, when he got up to leave the room he would absent-mindedly step over me so that I had a perfect view up his robe to his cock and balls. I don't think he thought anything of it but I was determined to see anything I could. One night about a month after the briefs went missing my parents went out of town to visit relatives. My older brother was away so it was just the two of us. I found the thought of Matt and I being alone very exciting though I couldn't understand why. I had gotten it into my head that I wanted my big brother to see me naked. It was a fantasy I had had for a couple of weeks and I couldn't get it out of my mind. I decided that one day while my parents were gone I would take a shower before he got home. He always got home around 5 o'clock and it wasn't unusual for me to take a shower in the afternoon after school. I tried to time it so that I would be drying off from my shower while he was getting ready for his. It would be inevitable that we would see each other. The day that it happened I couldn't stop thinking about it. I couldn't wait to get home from school that day and I think I was hard from the second I got in the door. I quickly went upstairs, took my clothes off and hopped in the shower. I stood there for a long time trying to get my cock to go down but it was useless. I didn't want Matt to see me hard. He would definitely think I was weird then. I just wanted him to see what I looked like naked. I turned off the shower and started drying off. If my cock wouldn't go down I would have to abandon my plan. When I heard the door open downstairs I freaked out. He would be upstairs in no time and I didn't want him to see me like this. Apparently the nervousness worked in my favor. As I continued to dry off and I heard Matt ascend the stairs, my cock got softer and softer until by the time he was at the top of the stairs it was only half hard. Since he hadn't seen me naked in a long time he wouldn't know the difference. I had left the bathroom door open and when he reached the top of the stairs he poked his head in. I casually continued to dry myself off then draped the towel around my shoulders. My cock was still half hard but luckily was pointing downward as though it was soft. I felt the air rush over my naked body as he talked to me. "What are you taking a shower for?" he asked. "Last period gym," I lied. "We ran today." "Don't you take a shower at school?" he asked, his eyes briefly scanning my body. "We ran out of time." I lied again. "Ok," he said. "You done?" "Yeah," I said, turning to close the shower door. "It's all yours." When I went back to my room I was filled with excitement. I didn't understand why I wanted this so bad but now that I had it I wanted more. I left my door open and slowly started to get dressed. I spent a good deal of time standing near the doorway combing my hair and applying deodorant before I put any clothes on while Matt undressed in his room. I could see him briefly but soon had to move out of view as my own cock got harder and harder. I ran past the doorway to grab my underwear just as my big brother was making his way down the hall to the bathroom. By now my cock was sticking straight out but thankfully Matt wasn't paying attention. He went into the bathroom and took his shower. I quickly got dressed and went downstairs. The rush was thrilling. I knew I would have a great time masturbating that night. I knew I couldn't do the same thing the next day or he would have gotten suspicious. Instead I sat at my desk doing homework when he got home from school. I wanted so badly for him to see me naked again but I didn't want to risk him thinking I was weird. I already felt weird enough. I was so ashamed that I found it difficult to even look at him in his room though I did see him out of the corner of my eye as he walked down the hallway toward the shower. "Hey baby brother," he said "How was school?" I didn't want to look but I had no choice. "Good," I said, I tried not to look at his crotch but I was unsuccessful. I couldn't take my eyes off the thick cock hanging between his legs. "That's good," he said and went into the shower. My cock was so hard. He had never spoken to me when he was naked before. It was almost as exciting as him seeing me naked. Once again I went downstairs and KNEW that I was going to have a good night masturbating. After dinner that night we went into the living room to watch some TV. As usual, Matt sat on the couch in his robe and I laid on the floor. It was a routine that I still looked forward to but which had lost some of its excitement after the events of the last two days. I found myself imagining more and more ways to be naked in front of him. I was simultaneously excited and ashamed and I loved the feeling. He started to adjust himself on the couch and I turned my head slightly in his direction to see what I might see. His robe had separated slightly and before he pulled it back together I could see a flash of pink between his legs. I wasn't sure what I had seen so I waited impatiently for him to move again. A few minutes later he crossed his legs and one side of the bottom of his robe fell away to reveal a pair of pink briefs against his hips. He sat like that for a moment then pulled the robe once again onto his lap. . I couldn't believe that he had found them. And I couldn't believe he was wearing them. He never wore underwear under his robe. I tried to figure out what he was thinking. Maybe he had caught me looking at him in the living room and thought I was weird. Maybe he wanted to cover himself up. I guess I had been pretty obvious the last few days and maybe he had finally figured it out. I had been so horny I wasn't thinking clearly. That night I went to bed and didn't masturbate at all. I was mortified. But something inside me couldn't wait to get my hands on those briefs. The next day when I got home from school I went down to the basement and looked in the laundry hamper. There they were right on top. I ran upstairs to my room and sat on my bed. The briefs were once again in my hands and I was so excited. I looked at them for a long time running my hand across the soft fabric, noticing how they were stretched slightly in the front where my big brother’s cock had laid the night before. I rested my hand on the inside of the crotch and then lifted the briefs to my face so I could smell them. They smelled like Matt’s aftershave which made me even more excited. I let the fabric brush against my lips then set them down on the bed. I knew that Matt was going to be home in less than an hour and I knew that I couldn't wait any longer. I stood up and took all of my clothes off and pulled the pink briefs up my legs. Once again I stood in front of my mirror and looked at myself in the briefs. My hard cock pulled the fabric even more and I got closer to the mirror to see the outline of my cock underneath the fabric. I ran my hands over my cock and followed the fabric down to my balls and between my legs. I allowed my finger to slide under the seam and play with my asshole for a few moments. I pulled my finger out and re- adjusted my cock in the briefs several times to see what it looked like in different positions. When I had gotten enough of that, I threw the clothes off my bed and laid on top of it. From my bed I could still see myself in the mirror but I just wanted to close my eyes and feel my cock through the briefs. I let my hand brush softly over the bulge in the briefs then grabbed it and let it go. It felt so good that I closed my eyes and let my mind and my hand wander. I imagined what would happen if Matt came home and caught me doing this. What if he was standing there right now while my eyes were closed. Would he yell at me? Would he watch? Would his own cock get hard underneath his clothes? My cock got harder and harder thinking of all the possibilities. The thought of him watching me stroke my cock through his pink briefs got me so hot, though I knew that it could never really happen. I knew that it was just a fantasy but I wanted it so bad. Even if he just stood there and watched, I thought, it would be enough. Thinking that he knew that I wanted to have my cock in the same place that his was turned me on so much. I wanted him to know how much I admired his cock, how much I liked seeing it before his shower and at night in the living room. I wanted him to know that the real reason I liked looking at his cock was because I secretly wanted to imagine what it would feel like to touch it. To have his thick cock and big balls in my hand getting harder and harder against my skin. The cum shot so far it hit me in the face. Absent-mindedly, I had pulled my cock from the briefs and started jacking and the orgasm was the best I had ever had. I licked the cum from my lips and laid there for a moment regaining my strength. I couldn't believe what I had done. I had never thought about touching him before. It made me feel so ashamed. I couldn't believe I thought that and that it was that thought that had made me cum. Was that my secret wish all along or was that just a fantasy. I didn't want to know. I just wanted to get dressed and put the pink briefs back. As I was getting ready to get up I heard the door downstairs open. I jumped from the bed cleaned off the cum with the pink briefs and threw them on the other side of my bed out of sight. I quickly got dressed and sat down at my desk. Matt got ready for his shower but I didn't even look. I didn't want to do that anymore. It felt so good while it was happening but it felt so dirty afterward. I began to wonder what was wrong with me. That night after dinner we once again watched TV. My big brother went to bed early and I stayed up to finish a movie I was watching. I was very quiet that night ashamed by what I had thought that afternoon. I was glad when he went to bed so I wouldn't be tempted to look up his robe. When the movie finished I turned off the lights and went upstairs. It was after eleven and I just wanted to go to bed. I turned on the bedroom light and looked at the bed. The thoughts of the afternoon came back to me and I tried to put them out of my mind. I walked around to the other side of my bed to retrieve the pink briefs and put them with my dirty clothes to go down to the laundry hamper. As I looked at the floor I was terrified by what I saw. The pink briefs were gone once again. The cum soaked pink briefs that I had worn while I jacked off were gone and there was just one person who could have seen them. I panicked. Now I was really embarrassed. I couldn't imagine what he thought of me now. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth so that I could go to sleep and forget about all of it. I turned on the light and noticed something laying on the floor. It was the pink briefs. I picked them up cautiously from the floor and felt something wet on them. I turned them over and noticed my half dry cum stains on the front but what I couldn't believe was the fresh drops of cum that rested on top of the fabric. The briefs were soaking wet with my big brother’s cum. Apparently I wasn't the only one at home with a fantasy. Two weeks after I graduated from high school I was ready to move out of my parents house. I had gotten a job and an apartment two hours away. It was just far enough that I could really feel like I was on my own and still close enough to visit whenever I wanted. I was so excited about being in my own place. I had rented a small truck to move my bed and desk and a sofa I had purchased as well as dozens of boxes but I was a little nervous about driving it and towing my car behind. Luckily Matt offered to help me out. He was going to drive the truck and I was going to follow him in my car. I didn't have much but it was going to help out a lot to have someone unload the truck with me. I was sad to say goodbye to my parents when I left but I knew I was doing the right thing. All the way to my new apartment I thought about how great it was going to be to be on my own. The feeling of freedom was almost overwhelming. I was glad that I had had my big brother drive the truck. As I watched him maneuver around construction zones and sharp turns I knew that I wouldn't have been able to handle it. I was happy to be in my car following him, anticipating my first night on my own. It had been years since the night I found Matt’s briefs on the bathroom floor. We never talked about it and nothing happened since but it was definitely the subject of many masturbation episodes. Occasionally I still snuck into his room when he wasn't there and borrowed the briefs like old times and every time it was just as thrilling. I kind of figured he knew what I was doing but he never let on and I wasn't going to bring it up. I'm sure he understood the excitement of the feeling of the briefs against my skin but I don't know if he knew the real reason I liked having them on. It was something that I seldom admitted to myself and I always felt a little weird enjoying it so much. Our relationship continued to be good and I was thankful that, even if he knew what I was doing, it never changed the way he felt about me. When we finally arrived at my new apartment I was relived to have the trip over with. We got out, stretched and opened the back of the truck, silently beginning the tedious process of unpacking. It was about 85 degrees outside that day - not the perfect weather for moving but at least it wasn't raining. We finished the whole thing in just under two hours and I stood in my new living room surveying the mess we had made. We were both dripping wet with sweat and all I wanted to do was take a shower and lay on my couch but I couldn't find my box with towels in it and my couch was covered with boxes. Matt offered to go down to the gas station to buy us some beer and I started to unpack after he left. I was surprised how quickly it went. By the time he had returned I had uncovered the couch and had almost finished stocking my small kitchen. "What can I help with," he asked cracking open a bottle of beer and handing it to me. "Nothing," I said. "You don't need to stay if you don't want to." "No, I can help," he said. "Let me do something." "OK," I said. "Why don't you start in the bathroom?" He took his beer and headed for the bathroom. We had already put some boxes in there and I could hear him unpacking from the kitchen. When I was ready to start on the bedroom I went in and checked on him. "You don't mind if I take a shower, do you?" he pleaded. "I won't be able to stand myself if I don't." "Go ahead," I said. "I need one too. That's why I had you do the bathroom." "Great," he said and I checked to make sure he had everything he needed. I left him and started working on my bedroom. As I walked back to the living room I noticed that he had left the bathroom door open and I did a double-take as I passed. His clothes were laying in a pile on the floor and laying on top of his pants were the pink briefs. I couldn't believe what I saw. I stood there for a moment and stared at them wanting to grab them from the pile. Why did he wear them today? He never wore them out that I knew of. They were always in his drawer when he wasn't home. I felt my cock begin to stir in my shorts and I walked away and tried to forget about it. I was reading too much into it, I decided and went back to unpacking my bedroom. When he was done with his shower he came in to my room wrapped in a towel. "Do you have anything I can wear?" he asked. "I don't want to put those sweaty clothes back on." I turned to look at him and unconsciously looked at the bulge underneath his towel before I thought better about it. "I'll wash them," I said, and rummaged through my clothes to find something for him to wear. "That would be great," he said "Just a robe would be fine if you have one." "Sure," I said and pulled a robe out of my suitcase and handed it to him. "Thanks," he said. "I'll be done in a minute." "Let me get your clothes," I offered, following him into the bathroom. I scooped up the pile of his clothes and grabbed a towel for myself. I went to my bedroom and took my clothes off and wrapped the towel around my waist. I picked up the pink briefs from the pile of dirty clothes and ran my fingers across the front of them. They were still warm and I could feel my cock growing underneath my towel. Nervously I laid them down and took the pile of clothes to the washer. I put them in and made my way to the bathroom. Matt was just leaving. "It's all yours," he said. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get my cock to go down. The whole time I was in the shower all I could think about was those pink briefs. I couldn't help but wonder why he had worn them today. It got me so excited it couldn't stand it. I began to stroke my cock slowly gliding my soapy hands across the shaft and down to my aching balls. It excited me more that he was out there in the other room but it also made me so nervous. I couldn't make myself cum no matter how hard I tried. I had been in there for so long I knew I had to get out or he was going to start wondering what I was doing. I dried myself off , wrapped my towel around my waist and went to my room. Quickly I changed into some jean shorts so my erection would be less noticeable but it was only partly effective. When I went back out to the living room Matt was sitting on the couch drinking another beer. The robe was partly open so I could see most of his thighs. This definitely wasn't helping my situation. I grabbed a beer and stood across the room facing him. I took a long drink, tilting my head backward. The shaft of my erect cock was visible through my shorts but I didn't care. I was so horny I wasn't really thinking clearly. I looked across the room at my big brother and noticed that he had spread his legs a little wider. I couldn't see his cock but I was mesmerized by the inside of his thighs and the darkness that laid beyond them. "I put the clothes in the dryer," he said letting his hand lay on his left thigh. "Are they almost done?" I asked brushing my hand absent mindedly against my crotch and taking another drink of my beer. "Should be," he said. "You were in the shower forever." "I know," I said and made my way over to the dryer. I pulled his clothes out and handed them to him on the couch. "The shorts are still a little wet," I said. "That's ok," he said. "They're better than before." He stood up and took his robe off in front of me. His thick soft cock rested against his thigh. He pulled the pink briefs on and adjusted his cock inside them. I looked down at my own cock and noticed a drop of pre-cum soaking through my shorts. Something inside me wanted to reach out and touch those briefs but I knew that it would be wrong. I just stood there mesmerized not knowing what to do. "You got deodorant?" he asked. "Yeah," I stammered. "Go ahead." He walked to the bathroom and I tried to compose myself. I adjusted my cock in my shorts and tried to think of anything else. When he came back I tried not to look at those briefs. He walked to the couch and pulled his shirt over his head. "I'm going to stick the shorts in the dryer for a few more minutes, ok?" "Sure, I said. I'll get it." I walked over to the sofa and took his shorts. I could see out of the corner of my eye that the bulge in his briefs had gotten bigger. I walked to the dryer and threw the shorts in. When I got back he was sitting on the couch again. "When they're dry we can get back to work." "You don't have to, Mattie," I said. "I can finish." "I don't mind," he said. "I enjoy this." "Me too," I said. "You gonna sit?" he asked. "No," I said. "If I do I'll get tired." "I'm gonna lay down then," he said, and he stretched out on the couch looking up at the ceiling. The bulge in his briefs was huge now. He had to be hard. I wanted so badly to pull my own cock out and start jacking looking at him in those briefs but I knew I couldn't. I stood there watching him thinking about those briefs and how good they felt against my cock and how they must have felt for him. My dick was so hard that I felt like I could cum just looking. After a few minutes of silence I noticed that Matt had fallen asleep. He snored quietly, the rhythm of his breathing causing his chest to go up and down seductively. I walked over to the couch and stood over him. I could see the outline of his cock through the briefs. He was still hard but getting softer. Without thinking, I pulled my own cock out and began stroking it, looking at his cock through his briefs. I stood there nervously stroking for a few minutes until my curiosity overwhelmed me. I reached down and brushed my index finger across the front of his briefs feeling the outline of his cock head underneath the fabric. I put my hand back around my cock and pumped faster. My big brother's cock began to grow again underneath the briefs. Once again I reached down and this time let the palm of my hand cup the bulge in his briefs. It was warm and soft and I could feel the blood pumping to his cock. I returned my hand to my own cock and pumped even faster. I knew it wouldn't take me long and I knew I had to finish before he woke up. I looked at my brother's cock through his briefs and imagined taking them off so I could wrap my hands around his dick. I could feel the tension building in my balls and I stood back as I shot my load into my other hand not wanting to make a mess that he would see. I shot a huge load into my hand and a few drops landed on the floor. I put my cock back in my shorts and quickly went to the bathroom to wash my hands. I was so embarrassed by what I had done I just wanted to die. After a few moments I went back out to the room to get another beer. I noticed something in the middle of the floor and went over to pick it up. As I got closer I realized it was Matt’s pink briefs. I looked across the room and there he was, laying on the couch, eyes closed, his hand running slowly up and down the shaft of his hard cock. I was halfway across the living room when I noticed that Matt was jacking off. Did he just wake up and think that I was in the other room? Or was he awake when I was playing with him and jacking off while looking at him? It was crazy. He had to know what he was doing but I was too nervous to believe it. I backed up out of his line of sight before his eyes opened, and watched him for a few minutes. My own cock was already starting to pump full of blood and I could feel it straining against my shorts. I stood there mesmerized by the sight of him, stroking that beautiful cock of his, slowly running his hand up and down the thick rigid shaft up to the engorged head glistening with pre-cum. He had to have known I was watching but I was too nervous to speak. I had thought about this moment for so long. I didn't want it to end but I also didn't want to do anything that jeopardize what I was already lucky enough to see. As I watched, my own cock now fully hard, tenting my shorts as far as they could stretch, my big brother spread his thighs and began playing with his beautiful low hanging balls, pulling on the skin of his scrotum, then cupping his balls and squeezing them gently. Then he spread his legs further apart and allowed his hand to venture between his legs, gently caressing his own ass crack, running his fingertips across his hole, then pulling his balls down against it. All the while his throbbing cock oozed tremendous amounts of pre-cum which dripped down his shaft giving it a sexy glow. I watched like I was in a dream. But I couldn't help the feeling that I was doing something wrong. I was pretty sure he knew I was watching him but I couldn't be sure. And if I was wrong I wasn't sure what might have happened. I decided that I had to give myself some relief. My cock was so hard that it ached. I pulled my shorts off slowly so he couldn't hear me, dropping them to my feet, then pulled my shirt over my head and laid it next to me. My cock was grateful and a thick stream of pre-cum dripped from its head. I took a little on my fingertip and brushed it against my lips, tasting its sweetness and imagining it was my older brother’s. Then I slowly worked the remaining pre-cum across the shaft of my cock, slowly spreading it's silky sweetness down the shaft and back up over the head. I was euphoric and lightheaded. I tried to adjust my feet so that I could stand more comfortably while I watched but forgot that my shorts were down around my feet and stumbled, knocking over a lamp trying to catch my balance. Matt jumped up off the couch and scrambled across the floor to grab the pink briefs and held them over his throbbing cock. I stood there naked, hard as a rock staring at him as he tried to pull the briefs over his thighs without exposing himself. "I'm sorry," he stammered. "I thought you were taking a nap." He spoke as he tried to stuff his cock back into the briefs. No matter how he tried it was obvious that he was hard and wet. "I'm sorry," he laughed. "No, I'm sorry," I said. "I shouldn't have been watching" I pulled my shorts up around my waist and grabbed for my shirt. "Watching?" he said. "Why?" I was dumbfounded. What the hell was I supposed to say to that? "I don't know," I managed. "I just walked in." "Damn," he said, "If I had known I had an audience." "I'm sorry," I mumbled. "Stop apologizing," he said. "It's not a crime. I used to watch a one of my friends jack off. I can understand it.' "But still." I offered. "Enough,' he said sternly. "I'm not mad. I was just startled." He stood across the room and held his arms out. "Forgiven?" I walked toward him, grateful that I didn't have to beat myself up over this. I put my arms around him and he embraced me. I felt safe. The warmth of his body was comforting to me. Our bare chests were pressed tightly together and my head rested on his shoulder. "Forgiven," I said. We stood there for a moment, his hand running up and down my back my lips only half an inch away from his neck. I could smell his sweet odor and I absentmindedly kissed his neck. "That's good," he said. "And we should probably finish this anyway." "Yes," I said. "I'll go to my room. You can have the couch." He pulled away and looked me in the eye. 'Is that what you really want?" he asked, running his tongue across his lips. "No," I whispered. "Me neither," he said. "I want to watch you,' he said. "Like you watched me." I walked over to the couch, pulled off my shorts and laid down. Matt stood next to the couch and pulled off his pink briefs. I grabbed them from his hand and held them against my cock, then brought them up to my face and smelled them. "That's beautiful," he said. "You've become so beautiful." I spread my pre-cum across the shaft of my cock. Matt watched from the side of the couch. Slowly, I ran my hand up and down the shaft of my cock watching him watching me. His cock was sticking straight out over my head and I could see a drip of pre-cum collecting on the head. He grabbed his cock in his hand and squeezed it, causing the pre-cum to drip from the head toward my mouth. I opened my lips just in time. I could taste him now. I was in heaven. "Kiss it," he said. I arched my back and pulled my face toward his crotch. He had pulled the head of his cock toward me and I gently kissed it. "Use your tongue," he said. I ran my tongue around the head of his cock then down its shaft and back up to the head. "Is that okay," I asked. He knelt down next to me and put his lips against mine. "You're wonderful," he said. "I want to taste my cock in your mouth." He pressed his lips against mine and we opened our mouths, licking and sucking on each other's tongues until I slid off of the couch onto the floor. We kissed for a while on the floor, our bodies pressed so closely together that our wet cocks were like heated oil. He pulled me close to him and within a few minutes my cock erupted and , moaning with pleasure as my cum flowed between us. He came up next to me and kissed me again on my mouth. Then I felt his cock nudge at my ass and force it’s way in, I screamed in pain. “Shut the hell up!” Matt said has he pushed the rest of his cock into me. As soon as he was all the way in he pulled completely back out just to ram back in again then set a brutal pace, by this time I was crying for him to stop. My crying just seem to make him go faster and harder. Till finally he came in my ass flooding me so much that his cum started to run back out but he kept thrusting into me until every drip of cum was spent. Pulling out he looked into my face bent down and licked the tears off my cheek then kissed me on the mouth. “I’ll be moving my stuff in here tomorrow, bitch.” The he pulled on his clothes and left throwing the pink briefs at me. “Clean yourself up” and with that he was out the door. THE END