“You staring at my ass, bro?”
My heart leaped to my throat. He’d caught me. “No!” I lied.
He just shook his head and walked toward me, his long cock and balls swinging from side to side. He was never shy about showing me his body. “It’s cool, you can look all you want,” he assured me. “It’s like a compliment, right? I know you’re gay. Your buddy let it slip.”
I gasped. I was deep in the closet, and now my brother was the second person to know that I liked dick. “Y-yeah,” I stammered. “It’s really nice.”
“What about my package?” he asked, giving it a squeeze. “You like that too?” I nodded nervously. “Why don’t you go ahead and touch it? I won’t tell if you don’t.” He winked at me, and I reached out my hand. How could I resist?