Wednesday morning came. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes as the sunlight once again streamed in, but this time it also illuminated the sleeping boulder next to me. His chest gently rising and falling, Aaron was still asleep with his mouth open slightly and snoring a bit. It was kind of adorable actually.
Up until now I hadn't actually had an up-close look at this hunk. Only inches away from me I could see he really was pretty hairless. His body was smooth and didn't show any signs of stubble like he shaved. Plus, I noticed a few things about him: the couple of moles on his left shoulder, the way his left pec looked like it had a little bit missing at the bottom where it should meet the right one, a little scar on his right bicep. I reached out and traced the line of the vein on that bicep. It was so noticeable even when he wasn't doing anything. This guy's body was insane.
I pulled my hand back; I didn't want him to wake up to me fondling him. The comforter had been up over his waist until now but, as I moved to try and climb out over him, it pulled down a bit. I could see the way his groin formed those v-lines pointing downwards, pointing towards something just obscured still. I looked back at Aaron's face, and he seemed to be fast asleep. Of course, he was still naked after last night. I couldn't help myself and so I reached out and pulled the comforter back, exposing him to the morning light.
His soft cock lay there, what was probably a few dried bits of cum still on the skin. Even soft it had to be a good 5, maybe 6 inches. His big balls lay underneath. Unlike the rest of him, he did actually have a little bit of hair this low, but it looked like it had been shaved or trimmed and was growing back. I'd never touched another guy's dick, but I wanted to right then. I wanted to reach out and hold it, feel how different it felt, how heavy the balls were.
I just about managed to tear myself away. As I scrambled over Aaron and out of the bed my feet landed on the floor next to a pair of briefs. Full of Aaron's cum. Fuck. What was happening to me?
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Today was a full day off for me. To try and keep my mind occupied I went into the other bedroom to clear up the last few things and make it ready for Nate coming back. My older brother hardly ever came home, always said he was too busy with medical school. When he did appear, it was usually just for one or two nights, but we tried to make a good time of it.
He finally arrived late afternoon, sauntering in with a little backpack on his shoulder. Nate was a little taller than me and what you'd call an athletic build. He wasn't particularly muscular or strong, but he was slim from a lot of running track in the past. His messy, black hair was dishevelled as usual as if he hadn't touched it after waking up. But I knew how long he took in the bathroom in the mornings getting it exactly how he wanted it.
I didn't get to talk to him much initially since my parents took the opportunity to level questions at him all the way through dinner. How was medical school going, was he working hard enough, the full interrogation.
Eventually they released him, and we ended up in his room chatting between us and Aaron.
"Dude! You are crazy stacked, that can't be real." Nate was pretty astonished by Aaron, but they warmed to each other quickly. "You been looking after my little brother?"
"Haha, he's been looking after me! Letting me stay in his room while you're here."
"Oh yeah of course. I didn't realise. Well, let's have a little party to say thanks, you in?" He looked at me and Aaron and we both nodded.
It was genuinely a lot of fun walking out to buy alcohol with Nate and Aaron. They both felt like big brothers to me in the way they joked around and playfully shoved each other. Cans of beer in hand we wandered slowly back to the house before getting started.
I hadn't really drunk alcohol much before, but both of them had. They were showing me little drinking games of guessing numbers on playing cards and stuff. But I don't think I was particularly good, I kept having to drink. Although we all kept having to drink so, maybe that was the point.
I could feel myself getting tipsy as we went on and my mind wandered. Was Nate a bit thinner than before? Maybe it was just from hard work at medical school, and he'd lost a bit of weight. He still seemed happy and okay though. Or maybe it was just in comparison to Aaron? Sitting next to him did make Nate seem smaller. But Aaron had that effect on anyone I'd guess. In his customary tank top and shorts combo he always bulged out like that.
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It was getting late and both of them had gotten me pretty drunk by this point. Aaron and I said our goodnights to Nate and stumbled back into my room. As we got in Aaron playfully pushed me a bit, but he misjudged his strength and sent me not too gently onto the bed, and I yelped. He made a shocked face as he closed the door and we both started giggling as he helped me back up.
I made a shushing sound and pushed him back but not a lot happened, barely moved him. Instead, he just smiled and shook his head at me. Then he took his top off and held his arms out wide.
"Looking for a fight?" He smirked.
"I'm not that crazy!"
"Ha! Try it bro. Go on. Take me down."
