Wet Hands.
Chapter Two, Wet Hands.
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[You're watching someone masturbate! You're gaining experience...]
[You're watching someone masturbate to an item of yours, bonus experience gained...]
Everett stuttered, taking the finger out of his mouth.
Something was overtaking him.
He wasn't sure exactly what it was, but he had a faint idea...
With a bated breath, Everett closed his eyes briefly, slowly opening the door.
Noah's eyes were closed, and even if they were open, Everett was too short to be seen over the fist that was next to his face.
[Level up!]
The notification made his miss a step, though he saved it.
He quickly slithered into the room, leaving the door cracked as a precaution. He wasn't sure if closing it would make a noise or not.
Everett tip toed, a hand over his mouth. Getting closer, he moved to his knees, crawling on the hardwood.
It was cold, but that wasn't what he was worried about.
He watched as Noah stroked his cock. The boy didn't seem to regard anything in the world besides for feeling good.
Everett neared him, reaching the side of the bed, the dim light illuminating the wet rod that was the length of an arm.
Instinctively, he bit his lip, his mind faltering.
Alas, he didn't care.
All of his morals were thrown out of the window.
He wasn't sure if he would regret his decisions or not, but... Just from the fact that the person before him was masturbating with his very own underwear...
He knew he would be able to have some fun.
With a steady but firm hand, Everett reached up. He used his off hand to help him onto the bed as the other one grabbed Noah's dick.
"H-Huh?" Noah stumbled, kicking at the bed as if he was going to sit up.
But Everett crossed his leg over the boys body, sitting on his legs and keeping him flat on his back.
"With my underwear? Really Noah?" He hummed, in an accusatory but playful tone.
"And... Looks like this isn't lotion or anything... Oh, your spit?" Everett asked, his hand slowly moving up and down on Noah's meat.
"I-I..."
"You don't have to say anything." Everett said, moving his hand up and down a little faster, as his other found itself rubbing on the well formed abs on Noah's stomach.
"I'm clearly not mad... So... Why don't we both enjoy this."
[Level up!]
Everett didn't even notice the notification, he simply slid a little lower on Noah's body.
He could see his brother smiling nervously, and that made him even happier.
Everett released the stick that was in his hand, slowly taking off the loose tank top he was wearing.
From the life he previously lived, Everett was aware of the fact that he had never done anything like this, but it all felt instinctual to him.
With the tank top off, and Noah's eyes bulging, Everett lowered himself. Both his hands found their way to Noah's rod, his face hovering near it.
Both his eyes were glued to the massive appendage as his hands stroked up and down.
It was wet, so he could move smoothly, but it seemed to be drying up a little.
Everett spat, making Noah visibly twitch a little.
"Wasn't that a little loud?" Noah asked, Everett looking up to greet his gaze.
His hands didn't stop, only continuing to move in fluid motions.
Everett looked over to his right, seeing an upturned bowl on the wooden floor.
"And you think dropping that, wasn't?" He scoffed, a slightly embarrassed look appearing on Noah's face.
Everett focused back on the task before him, his hands multitasking.
His left was milking the length of Noah's dick, his right, moving in circular motions around his tip.
He could feel Noah's legs move in response, kicking and turning slightly.
Everett smiled, finding joy in succeeding to make him feel good.
He couldn't hold back.
Everett flipped his body, sitting on Noah's chest. His legs went under the boys shoulders, his feet finding their place on each side of his head.
Everett leaned, putting his head near the monster that was longer than his skull.
"It's big, play with it as you wish." Everett chuckled, letting his tongue fall out of his mouth.
With both hands on the bottom his dick, Everett licked the tip. He let his long pink tongue move around as it wished.
His head tilted, moving one of his hands and licking the shaft.
At that same moment, he felt two warm and still slightly wet hands. They grabbed at his ass, squishing it and moving them around. They were spread and closed as Everett held back a smile.
He licked from top to bottom, widening his mouth and letting it encompass the tip. He sucked, going down further and using his tongue to lick.
His two hands continued to stroke, following the slow bobbing of his head.
Everett could feel Noah's grip tighten on his ass, his legs stiffening at times.
It might've been his imagination, but Everett thought he heard dings in the back of his mind.
But, he wasn't paying much attention to that...
His tongue swirled, and Noah's dick scratched the back of his throat. Almost half of his likely 10 inch penis was swallowed, with only one of Everett's hands left at the base.
He reeled his head back, strings of saliva bridging from his mouth. His two hands slid up and down, evenly spreading out all of the saliva.
"Why don't you just go ahead and finish?" Everett said.
Despite not doing this before, he felt confident in his skill. He didn't think it would take long to make Noah succumb.
So, he moved faster, rapidly stroking Noah's soft spot below his tip. With his mouth, he sucked the very tip, continuing to stroke as fast as possible.
It was quick, and Noah could barely contain his moans.
His legs stiffened, and Everett could feel him throw his head back farther into the pillow.
With a jolt, and a few groans, warm liquid shot into Everett's mouth, making him reel his head back abruptly.
"Holy shit.." He muttered, holding his hand under his chin, catching what dripped out.
As for the rock solid appendage that was still in his hand, it continued to shoot out sperm. Considering Everett had sat up, Noah's cum could only spurt onto his own stomach, but Everett didn't care much for that.
What he did care for, was what made it's way into his mouth.
He wasn't sure what to do with it exactly, but, he decided to swallow it.
Turning back, he looked at Noah who had gone limp.
He repositioned himself, dropping Noah's dick and letting it fall in between his legs. He sat on the boys stomach, both hands on his chest.
"Did you like it?" He asked, grabbing Noah's chin and making their gazes connect.
"Yes. I did..." Noah said through a tired breath.
"Then..." Everett let go, moving himself off the boy, dragging his hand along him as he moved away.
"Maybe we can do this again another time." He picked up his tank top, stepping away backwards with a smile on his face.
"Oh but I do hope you sleep well... Make sure to wake up on time, brother." With quiet movements, Everett slipped out of the room.
Noah was left to his own, his light dim, and his stomach wet with sperm.
He could still remember the feeling of Everett's plump ass in his hands.
Surely he wouldn't forget this night.
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