As more months went by, Tommy continued to grow stronger, both physically and mentally. Meanwhile, after my humiliation, I continued to carry out all of the menial tasks around the apartment and it also began to extend further. On top of making his bed every day and cleaning his dirty laundry, I also cleaned all of his dishes and kept the fridge stocked with his favourite beer. I had picked up a job at the local university bar so I could afford to pay for nice IPAs while Tommy couldn't.
As time went on and I continued to have no success with girls, I constantly had Hannah's cruel words running through my mind. "Tommy is a winner and you're a pathetic little loser" she had told me and sadly, I just couldn't find any falsehoods in that statement at this point.
One morning, while Tommy was in the gym, I stumbled out of bed and to the bathroom where I found a pair of Tommy's used underwear lying on the ground. Normally, I would just pick them up and discard them into the laundry bin but I was feeling particularly weak that morning. Tommy hadn't let me see or touch him naked in over three months and at this point, I was burning with desire for him. I couldn't control my urges.
I held out the boxers in front of me and noticed that the material where Tommy's cock and balls had been was considerably stretched, presumably from the size of his package. I could see the bulge in front of me with the cotton so stretched, it was almost ripped. I became drunk with lust and a deep need to surrender to the higher power of Tommy. I turned the underwear inside out and covered my face in them.
The scent was incredibly powerful. A mix of drips of stale piss and sweet sweat with some extremely masculine notes. I was lost in the world of my brother's absent crotch. I began to tug at my erection, moaning Tommy's name. I took deeper and deeper breaths, trying to get as close as possible to the real thing. I was totally immersed in my fantasy, moaning about always obeying my master and eventually shouting out Tommy's name. I exploded, coming all over myself, lying on the bathroom floor. I didn't take the boxers away from my nose even after climaxing. I loved the stink.
Suddenly, I hear the apartment door shut closed. Tommy! I scramble in total panic, throwing the underwear into the shower and desperately pulling up own pants. It was too late. The bathroom door swung open and in walks Tommy, still in his gym clothes, his imposing figure taking up the full space of the doorway.
"Oh! Hey, brother, I didn't know you were in here. I need to have a shower", he says.
"Go ahead!" I manage to stutter as I briskly squeeze past him and out the door, totally forgetting that I left his underwear in the shower.
Later that day, I was working a shift at the uni bar. I had been on edge all afternoon due to the close call with Tommy and the underwear so work was a welcome and calming distraction. However, it was about to take a turn for the more intense.
Needing to take a pee, I found myself in an awkward toilet situation with my boss using the middle of our three urinals. Normally, I would wait for a cubicle to be free due to my pee-shyness but my boss spotted me eyeing the urinal and it all got too suspicious for me not to saddle up.
"Altright, Tommy", he barked at me as I nervously fished out my single inch softie. I glanced over to my left and couldn't help but quickly measure his penis with my eye. About three inches but thick and very hairy. Much bigger than mine.
I was struggling to focus myself enough to get some flow going when another man arrives to the urinal left of my boss. He immediately unleashes a loud, powerful torrent of piss. Startled, I glance over again. This time I recognise the cock straight away. It looks about five inches soft with a well kept brown stubble for public hair. The noise from the stream of piss was so loud that it took over the small room.
"Hey, brother! How is your shift going? I am so jealous of this job of yours, it's fun here" he shouted to me across the urinals and over the sound of his own piss stream.
