Brother in waiting
Long before either Cameron
or I was born, our parents
had been
very close friends. So trusting was their
friendship that they had made a pact: in the unlikely
event
that something should ever
happen to either couple, the other
would take their child to raise as their own. I’m sure
when
they made the agreement no one
ever dreamed it would ever
become
necessary to fulfill such an obligation. But when
Cameron’s parents fell victim to a tragic plane crash,
my
parents suddenly found themselves
obliged to execute the
promise they
had made to their old friends.
I had mixed
feelings about Cameron coming to live with
us. I understood the situation and I truly felt sorry
for
him. But we were strangers. I had
no idea what he was like.
I deeply
resented not having a say in the matter.
When
Cameron arrived, I did my best to conceal my
apprehension. It was important that we get off on the
right
foot. I mean, like it or no, we
were going to be brothers,
in a
matter of speaking.
Cameron was a year older than me.
He was a tall boy
with a slender
build. He had a rich, dark tan, curly blond
hair and stunning deep blue eyes. He was more than
attractive-- he was downright
beautiful.
I was not as beautiful to look at as
Cameron, but I was
a far cry from
being an ugly duck. My overall appearance was
deceivingly boyish. I was taller than most boys my age
with
a thin physique. My dark hair
and huge brown eyes made my
fair skin
seem even lighter. I always had been told I was a
handsome young man. But when I stood next to Cameron,
I felt
average at best.
I had never been one to be shy. I wasn’t the type to
blush and cover up when someone saw me naked.
I’d never been
made to feel inferior
or uncomfortable about my body. In
fact, my sizable cock had been the topic of envy by most
of
my friends.
Cameron didn’t share my uninhibited sense of
freedom.
He was exceedingly shy.
After a week of sharing the same
bedroom he had seen me naked at least a dozen times. I’d
never caught him staring but I was certain he
had, in his own
restrained sort of
way, managed to thoroughly check me out.
After a
week I was beginning to get a little frustrated
with Cameron. I was doing my best to make him feel at
home.
I had bared my body, revealing
my most private masculine
strengths
and weaknesses. Not once had he permitted me so
much as a glimpse of his appealing body. Cameron was
always
the last one to bed and I was
always the first to rise. I
didn’t
even know what he wore to sleep, if anything.
A
month went by. Then two. I became increasingly
agitated by Cameron’s timidness. I couldn’t imagine
why he
would be so uptight about
something as simple as me seeing
him
naked. I began to wonder if he didn’t perhaps possess
some sort of weird, freakish abnormality which
he chose to
keep concealed.
I never suspected my desire to see Cameron naked was
anything more than normal curiosity. It wasn’t
until one
morning as I laid in bed
watching him sleep that I realized
my
motives were far more than mere curiosity. The tingling
sensation that swept over me as I studied him
was a bit
alarming. I’d never reacted
this way toward another guy
before.
Cameron laid on his back, his face was turned away from
me. The small brown nipples on his smooth, bare chest rose
up and down as he breathed peacefully. The sheet covering
him was down around his narrow waist. One arm was slung up
above his head, exposing the small patch of wiry blond hair
which sprouted from his armpit. There was something about
the sight of that manly hair that caused my excitable, young
cock to stiffen.
Cameron stirred
restlessly in his slumber. Remaining on
his back, he worked his legs up and down and from side
to
side, slowly inching the sheet
down to reveal his jockey
shorts. The
mystery of what Cameron slept in was solved, but
that seemed insignificant compared to the tremendous,
eye-
catching bulge arching out
against the crotch of his
underwear!
The thin, form-fitting fabric of his
briefs permitted
its impressive
contents to be well defined. It clung to his
male flesh like a second skin, outlining the lengthy
cylinder
of his cockshaft and the
knobby contour of its inflated,
helmet-shaped head. The arm which had rested above his
head
came down and his hand answered
the urgent calling of his
lusting
prick.
I became totally absorbed with watching
Cameron
unconsciously caress and
taunt his stiff cock. Occasionally
he
would moan softly and move his shoulders from side to
side, grinding them into the soft warmth of his
pillow. My
racing heart pounded
violently in my chest as I sat up in bed
to get a better look. It nearly stopped dead when, through
a
leg opening, his thick seven—inch
cock escaped the confines
of his
shorts! There was certainly nothing abnormal about
his throbbing manhood -- it was every bit as beautiful
as the
rest of him!
I
had tried desperately to convince myself that once I
had seen Cameron’s cock my curiosity would be
satisfied.
That was not the case. As
I admired the attractive organ, I
found myself longing to touch it. I ached to take the
firm,
heavy shaft of his rigid cock
in my fist and jack him off. I
thought about it, considering the risks. My luck, he’d
wake
up and catch me. Knowing how shy
he was made it impossible
to predict
how he might react to such questionable
circumstances.
I Deciding to play it safe
and keep my hands to myself, I
laid
back and closed my eyes. I tried everything to rid
myself of my forbidden desires. The battle was lost as
my
hand crept down my smooth, flat
belly to satisfy my burning
lust.
Wanting to admire Cameron’s big dick while
I
masturbated, I turned to face him.
Much to my surprise
Cameron was wide
awake and very engrossed in observing my
self-indulging frolic.
“I didn’t know
you were awake,” I said, feeling a little
embarrassed to be caught with my cock in my hand, but I
made
no attempt to conceal my
throbbing eight-inch organ. Nor did
I
try to hide the fact that I was jacking off.
“Do you do that a lot?” Cameron asked.
“Only when I get
really horny.” (Which meant at least a
couple of times a day!)
Cameron laughed.
My spine tingled with excitement as
his hand disappeared beneath the sheet. I could tell he
was
discreetly rubbing his lovely big
cock. “Doesn’t it bother
you playing
with yourself knowing I’m watching?” he asked.
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