At the age of 18, Neil had gotten used to being an only child. He liked it that way. He never had to share his parents attention with anyone and quite often he got his own way. That was until his parents separated, and a year after the divorce, his mum had met someone new. Neil didn't care too much. He came out as gay three years back, and he was enjoying living his own life to care too much about what his mum was up to. He was happy for her. He wasn't happy, however, with this new man moving into their family home and bringing his son along with him.
Neil had met his new brother in law once before over a meal. He goes by the name of Liam and is 20. Imagine a 20 year old jock made in a lab - he had a slim, muscle build torso, shaggy brown hair and, as much as Neil tried not to look, a peachy bum that stuck out through the black skinny jeans. Neil hated him. Neil hated how much Liam loves himself. He hated how he always smelt masculine, how he was so confident and how he spoke about girls like they were disposable.
Neil's mum and Liam's dad were going out for the night, and Liam brought his latest girl around to the house. Even though Neil was gay, he could appreciate a good looking girl, and Liam always seemed to get them. She was stunning. Neil was sat reading in book in the kitchen, and due to the layout of the house, he could see clearly into the Living Room. Liam was sat on the couch, with his girlfriend next to him. It didn't take long for them to start kissing. Neil could hear the sounds of their lips and the subtle moaning and giggling coming from the girl. This just goes to show how annoying he is. He knows Neil is there, but he doesn't care. Neil couldn't stop watching, as much as he tried. Liams full lips were wrapped around her tongue, with his hands in her hair. Neil heart stopped beating when he saw Liam's right eye open and look at him. He was relieved when Liam carried on, because this must mean he didn't catch Neil looking.
It wasn't long until Liam was in his bedroom having sex with the girl. He could hear her moaning and Liam calling her a dirty slut. Neil's penis was pressed so hard against his trousers. He couldn't help but go to his room, open his laptop and start to wank. He typed in 'gay porn tight underwear', as he had always been aroused by men wearing right boxer briefs and imagining them in his face, the smell and the texture against his mouth.
Next morning, neil was making himself some eggs and Liam was working on the kitchen island. He was studying towards his degree.
