I'm kind of sorry I was ever curious about my younger brother and his "friend". But you know how it is ... I was the oldest brother, and had been left alone in the living room with my dad, who insisted we play endless games of parcheesi, while my younger brother had his friend he met in Los Angelos visiting. So when Taylor left with Scott to go back to Taylor's bedroom to play video games, I told Dad I was going to go read, and followed them.
I honestly wasn't expecting anything more then a normal guy relationship. Horsing around, ordering porn on Pay Per View. Stuff I did with my friends. Stuff I thought Taylor did back at home.
I noticed immediatly that Scott and Taylor were a lot more quiet then I would have thought. They whispered down the hallway, looking around suspisciously every few minutes. I had to duck behind more pieces of furniture then I would have liked, just to avoid being caught.
I had to go into Zac's room and take the "secret passage way" between the two closets, but soon I was safely tucked away in Taylor's closet, looking out between the two slats to see what was up with Taylor and Scott.
"So, whatcha wanna do?" Tay asked, laying on the freshly made bed.
Scott went over to the bed and straddled my brother. I should have left when that happened, but it was like a cheesy movie. You don't want to watch, but you just have to wait and see what happens next. So soundlessly, I continued to watch as the events unfolded in front of my eyes.
Tay looked up at Scott with raised eyebrows. "I suppose you have something in mind?" He asked, his voice low and husky. I couldn't quite see Scott's expression, but his voice was also low, and sultry, and I imagined he looked like he was enjoying his position of power.
"Mmmm ... I have a few suggestions. He trailed one finger down Taylor's front, stopping right below the waist of his pants. Tay let out a low noise, but Scott silenced him by leaning down and pressing his lips against my brothers'.
I watched, intrigued as the their mouths opened almost simultaeously and their tongues danced together. I could feel the passion from outside the door, and saw Scott's hand move upward, under Tay's shirt. Oddly enough, I felt the beginning of a boner inside my boxers, but ignored it. My eyes - and attentions - were glued to the scene that unfolded before me.
They kept kissing, deep kisses, passionate ones. The kind of kiss I shared with beautiful supermodels in all my most erotic dreams. Scott slowly took Taylor's shirt off, looking down adoringly at the slightly muscular body that Taylor had always thought was too skinny.
"God, you're gorgeous." He told my brother. Tay just smiled, and blushed slightly. He was never very good at accepting compliments. Scott leaned down and kissed Taylor again, and soon Scott's shirt was disgarded on the floor along with Tay's.
They're mouths meshed together again, passionately. Scott grinded his hips against Taylor's, causing a low moan to come from his lips, even as they kissed. I lost myself to their passion, it was almost as if I was a part of what was happening on the bed instead of on the other side of the door.
Kisses were trailed down my brothers neck, his well shaped chest, his flat stomach. Scott's tongue teased Taylor's nipple as he worked my brothers pants and boxers to the floor. When Scott sat back to reposition himself, I saw the most beautiful erection I had ever set eyes on. I had always known Taylor was beautiful, but I hadn't known how far that beauty extended.
Scott grinned up at my brother, who's mouth was turned up into a knowing, playful smile. Scott leaned down and kissed Taylor's mouth, and trialed his tongue downwards until it snaked around the shaft of Tay's hard cock. He let out a moan - loud, but not so loud that what was happening would be known to other family members - and gripped the bedsheets. Scott's head moved back and forth, over and over, sucking, tonguing at my brother's manhood. I licked my lips. For some reason, right then, I wanted to be in Scott's place. It was a scary realization for me. I certainly wasn't homophobic, but I had always been pretty assured of my sexuality.
But seeing Scott giving my brother head was more then I could bear, almost. I was getting so hard I almost couldn't stand it. Could I jack myself off in teh closet quietly enough in the closet so I wouldn't be heard? I decided to risk it. I squirmed out of my pants and boxers, gripped my hand around the shaft of my rock - hard dick, and began to move my hand in a steady rhythm I used in most of my escapades in the bathroom.
On teh other side of the door, erotic moans were escaping Tay's mouth. I kneeled so I could see what was happening, and my eyes were met with the vision of Tay cumming violently, and Scott enjoying every drop. I quickened my pace, rubbing my thumb against the head and bracing myself against the wall, as Scott's pants came down and my brothers hand gripped his friends' cock the same way I was gripping mine. Soon, Tay was jacking Scott off at the same pace I was jacking myself off.
It didn't take much more then a few minutes for my to be thrown over the edge. After catching my breath and finding a dirty towel to clean up as best I could, I dressed myself again and looked to see what other action I could see. Scott was collapsed on top of Taylor, naked, kissing my brothers' face and mumbling something I couldn't hear. It was very intimate, and I almost didn't want to watch for fear of taking something away from that.
I crawled out of Zac's closet. Thankfully, Zac was out with Scott's younger brother Dave and wasn't around to ask me what I was doing. I made my way across the hall to my room and layed on my bed to think about what I had seen. Should I tell Taylor? What should I ask him? Should I keep it all to myself?
Soon, I had fallen asleep, to be blessed with beautiful dreams of that scene replaying itself, over and over.