Helping Dylan Play His Game [20] [19]
I rapped my knuckles on his door. It was the middle of the day and I was bored. "Yeah," he called, and when I opened the door he was lounging in bed playing some open world adventure game. I found it interesting sometimes so I headed inside, shutting his door behind me.
I made my way to his bed, hopping in beside him. He didn't look at me, too focused on the story-based mission. I stayed quiet for a moment as I watched too, something about anime style characters who could control the elements. "Seems intense," I said, and he laughed.
"Fuck yeah, we're talking about full on apocalyptic war coming," he snorted. I smiled, looking at him. Dylan was my little brother, one year younger. We still lived at home with our parents, I attended a nearby collage and Dylan chose to stay at home. Like me he was brown haired with grayish eyes, but unlike me he was a bit chubby. He had a tummy and chest, some rolls, and thick thighs.
"Sounds legit," I said, still watching. I scooted closer to him. He lay on his mattress, long legs stretched down his mattress, rocking as he continued to play. Dylan wore some loose gym shorts and an oversized shirt. As far as I knew he was straight, not that I'd ever seen him interested in either girls or guys before. And he was cool with me being gay. "This what you've been doing all day?"
He nodded. He's always been a perverted jokester. "When I get bored I watch some porn till I get bored of that so I play again. Why?" He laughed, not pulling his eyes from the game.
My eyes trailed his body, searching for any signs that he'd recently watched. No suspiciously ruffled clothes or stains... "You nut?"
Dylan laughed harder. "What the fuck, bro? Of course your gay ass would ask that question."
"I don't know, curious I guess." I wasn't particularly attracted to Dylan but I was only a man. And so was he...right? Besides, I was bored and when I was bored I tended to be quite horny. "So, did you?"
Dylan didn't skip a beat. "Nah," he said, never looking away from his tv. "I like to edge all day."
"I feel that, I feel that." I knew he'd been in his room all day, only coming out to grab some grub or use the bathroom. But I couldn't help wanting to press harder. "Bet it's gonna be a massive shot."
"Oh, yeah," he said in a fake deep voice. "And feel amazing, bro!" I kept watching his face, looking down his body. Quietly, I placed my hand on his thigh. He didn't day anything. "What about you?" he asked. "When's the last time you came."
I thought about it. "Last weekend," I said, "when Tyler came over."
"I fucking knew it," he said! "I heard y'all when I walked by. You're thankful Mom and Dad weren't home."
I blushed. "Yeah, Tyler can be a bit noisy. Can't believe you heard that."
Dylan started mocking Tyler's voice. "'Oh, oh, Davie, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!' Like bro, what the fuck were you doing to make him moan so heavily like that?"
As if involuntarily my hand began massaging the inside of his thigh. "You really want to know?"
"Fuck yeah!"
"He was fucking me pretty hard and when he was close he pulled out, ripped the condom off and shoved his dick in my mouth."
Dylan paused the game. "Bro," he said, looking at me for the first time. "I bet that shit felt amazing."
"For who?"
"Him, obviously. I need to get laid I just...haven't yet." He unpaused the game and continued on his story adventure.
My hand sunk lower. I looked down and could see him stirring beneath the fabric. My heart began to race. "Really? Never?"
"Never," he said. "A-anyways, good for you, man." He cleared his throat.
"How about you just keep your eyes on the game," I said to him. Dylan took a heavy breath, then kind of shook as a shiver fell down his spine, suddenly nervous. My hand slowly trailed the inside of his thigh, circling closer and closer. When I finally got brave enough I passed my fingers over his hardening bulge. His dick twitched, jumping at the slightest touch. "Is that okay?"
He just nodded, silent. Dylan bit his bottom lip.
Our family didn't have much but we had our own rooms. I had never seen Dylan naked before, and I knew that while he was the jokester and played off that everything was cool, he was always a bit shy due to being a bit chubby. Especially when we were together. He'd always been that way, even as a child.
"You can tell me no," I said quietly. I couldn't stop myself from touching him. He was already hard as a rock, and as I continued to pass my fingers over him I felt that he had a bit chubbiness there, too. A fatpad. I'd seen chubby guys in porn before.
"K-keep going." He wouldn't look away from his game, though, probably too worried or shy.
I continued to feel his hard dick. He was quite thick, thicker than myself, and a stain was beginning to form where his tip pressed. I began to stroke him, and as I did I looked into his face. He was biting his bottom lip pretty hard, and you could see in his eyes every time he furrowed his brows that he was enjoying this.
I didn't say anything else. The silence between us spoke clearly enough, and even though he wouldn't look I could tell he wanted more. I pulled his gym shorts down, surprised he had no underwear on beneath. Curly pubic hair and his pelvis was the first sight, and as I pulled even more I could see the waistband of his shorts grow tense around his dick.
Then, it popped completely out. He was thick, cut just like me. His head glistening with precum. His dick a bit darker than his pale skin, balls plump against his shorts I had just pulled down, held snug against them.
Dylan kept playing, trying his best to focus on the screen. But I could tell he was itching to pay more attention to me. The way his breath would catch, or his fingers twitched on the game controller. The soft moans he released as if he didn't want me to hear them.
I scooted closer to him, one arm wrapping around his shoulders while my other lead a hand to his dick. I took it in my hand, and boy was he thicker than mine. I could tell, of course, but feeling him in my fist was completely different. I gave him a few tugs.
I turned my attention to the game; Dylan was controlling a fleet of dragons that harnessed elemental powers into a raging storm. But he seemed unfocused, making mistakes that cost his team HP. I felt bad, he'd been working so hard to get to this part and I was selfishly ruining it to jerk him off.
So I stopped, pulling my hand away. He released a whine, "Don't." I looked at him, and he nodded down to his lap, still staring at the TV.
"You sure?"
"Mhm."
So I started stroking him again, leaning my head on his shoulder. I couldn't watch ye game anymore, my eyes became glued to his cock. As I stroked, he twitched, precum flooding his head. I stared at the silky liquid, then eyed his face. Determined to pretend this wasn't happening while simultaneously wanting me to continue.
I felt the warm liquid wash over my fingers with every stroke and a new desire possessed me. Before I could talk myself out of it I moved, bending down his body until his cock entered my mouth. Dylan gasped, body tensing at the new experience, and for a moment I thought he was going to tell me to leave.
But he didn't, and I ran my tongue playfully all around his head, licking up every bit of precum he released. Dylan tasted saltier than I'd ever had before but I still enjoyed it, enough so that I started to bob my head.
The virgin he was, Dylan started to buck his hips into my face and without a shred of warning I first heard him moan before sperm flooded my mouth. I sealed my lips tight as I felt his cock pulse, a swell and release that repeated itself over and over in my mouth until I held a thick load of cum on my tongue.
I pulled away, swallowing as I did so and wiped the mouth with the back of my hand. Dylan lay back, his forehead sweating, panting like a puppy desperate for air with his eyes closed. He lost the game, the screen displaying a failure signal, something he'd worked so hard to achieve. The cursor hovered over the Try Again option.
We sat there, motionless as he fought to recover, and when Dylan finally opened his eyes he stared at his softening dick, looked at me, and his eyebrows furrowed. "Get out."
I sat back, struck with confusion. He wanted this. "What?"
"I said to get out, David. Now! Before I tell Mom and Dad what you did to me!" He quickly pulled his shorts back over his exposed dick, turning away.
I crawled out of his bed, heart hammering in my chest, fear rushing through my veins. So this is what post nut clarity looks like? Dylan couldn't look at me. I just stood a moment. "I'm sorry...I thought you wanted this."
"Just go. Please!" He tossed his controller on the opposite side of the bed. "I don't know what to think. I... maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. Who knows just please give me some space."
I backed away, watching as he rolled over away from the TV.
"I'm sorry," I said again until I backed out of his door.
...
Dylan hadn't spoken to me for a few days. I was getting off of a late night shift, fumbling with the keys to the front door when I noticed his bedroom light suddenly cut out. I sighed, but I couldn't get what had happened out of my mind. I tried to talk to him again, several times, but all I received was a cold shoulder.
Mom and Dad were sleeping. It was just after midnight when I shut the door behind me, locking it back up. I tiptoed down the hall, taking off my jacket and kicking off my shoes as I went.
It was a busy night, my body ached and I was desperate to just lay down. Making it to my room, I sat my things down, tore off my shirt and kicked off my jeans until I was in no more than a thin pair of boxers. Then I went to shut the door—
"Wait," came his voice.
I stopped, peaking into the darkened hall to see his shadowed self standing at my door. "Dylan? W-what's up?"
He pushed the door wider, pushed me out of the way and stepping inside. "Can we talk?"
"Sure," I whispered as I pushed the door closed. "What about?" The streetlight cast a low glow in my room, and I could see him waiting for me.
He reached forward. Dylan grabbed my hand, pulling it to his groin. I felt the familiar heat again. "Can we do it again?"