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he gets so horny knowing his big bro is sleeping above him

Zeke sighed and turned over his pillow, trying to get comfortable. It’s difficult to fall asleep with your foster brother masturbating underneath you. Only two more weeks until you move out for college, he reminded himself. Poor Norman. His foster brother had such a crush on him. Norman was so shy around Zeke, always plucking at his pants and then awkwardly making excuses to leave.

Late at night when he thought Zeke was asleep, Norman would lie awake and masturbate furiously – the only time he could get some alone time in their packed foster family’s house. He imagined that Zeke wasn’t sleeping above him, but on him, stroking his aching cock and telling him how huge it was, how sexy he looked. He imagined Zeke’s hips meeting his, about how their slick organs would rub together until they both spurted hard. After he came into a tissue, Norman would pet himself and ponder if he preferred to be a top or a bottom, what it would feel like to take a cock, or put one in another guy. Mostly, he thought about these scenarios with Zeke in them.

Norman didn’t know this, but Zeke had an inkling of what went on in that boy’s fertile imagination. He sighed again. The boy had an incredible refractory period and wasn’t stopping. He was going to be late for work tomorrow from oversleeping at this rate. Zeke thought, and decided to give Norman a little going away present.

Norman froze mid-stroke as he saw Zeke’s arm drop over the side of the bed. He barely dared to breathe, thinking he’d been caught. Being caught was a nightmare scenario. He squinted in the dark and realized that Zeke was holding something in his hands. It couldn’t be…?

Norman reached out and took it. Once his fingers touched the warm cotton, he knew exactly what it was. Emotions swirled – apparently he hadn’t been so secretive as he thought but this… Norman’s balls began to swell full of fresh seed.

Zeke muttered from above him: “I know. Say anything about this, I’ll fuckin’ kill you. Just hurry up and finish, I got work in the morning.”

Norman blushed crimson. Shit. Well, it was a gift from god and he wasn’t going to question it horned out of his mind. He pushed the warm crotch to his face and sniffed. His cock nearly burst, full of fresh blood. He began a third round of masturbation, suppressing his gasps and moans into the fabric. The bed was shaking, jerking, and Zeke was honestly trying not to laugh. It was kind of hilarious.

He heard Norman grunting and gasping along with the sounds of flesh smacking and his body disturbing the sheets – and Zeke coulda sworn he heard the splash of cum on his torso. Then, it stopped. Norman exhaled a loud sigh of contentment, plus a single “goddamn”, and after the rustling of tissues fell away, it was quiet. Pure quiet.

Zeke smirked in the dark, pleased with himself, then rolled over to fall asleep. The next two weeks were going to be awkward but it was going to be worth it just for a good night’s rest.

He never did get his underwear back.

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Every Saturday morning, RJ rolls over out of bed, and pulls on his pants on his boxers just so he feels decent as he walks out to the balcony of his apartment. His Hot Neighbor always cuts the grass and cleans his pool early on Saturday,before it gets hot, but because he’s behind a fence he thinks no one can see him do it in a jock strap. RJ likes to sit there and touch himself and cup his balls until his cock is rigid and hard, then he takes out of his pants and strokes it until he can’t take it anymore. Hot Neighbor puts on a good show, whether it’s bending over while weeding, and push the mower around with the strong muscles in his back and shoulders, or using those thick python arms to fish leaves out of the pool with a net.

Hot Neighbor is a big guy, and it makes RJ to drip to think of being pounded by him. He begins to pump his cock harder at the idea of Hot Neighbor manhandling his skinny body and having his way with him. RJ groans as the climax builds. One morning a couple weeks ago, Hot Neighbor laid out on a lounge chair, pulled his long cock out of his jock strap, and masturbated. RJ had such an orgasm from watching him that he nearly blacked out, and every since then he’s been hoping for a repeat. It seems today will just be yard work though, which RJ is fine with… Hot Neighbor is all sweaty now and covered in grass clippings.

Today, RJ gets a sight of something almost as good. Hot Neighbor strips out of his jockstrap completely. RJ takes his fingers off his nipples for a moment so he can moan into a closed fist, pumping furiously now, his balls bouncing at the sight of Hot Neighbor in all his nude glory. A long, thick cock swings between his legs and RJ wants it – RJ wants it bad, he wants to run over there and beg for a fucking. He knows he can’t, and it keeps him hungry. Still, he wonders if Hot Neighbor likes cut dick.

After a stretch, Hot Neighbor dives into the pool and swims a couple laps. RJ isn’t watching that though – his eyes are squeezed shut and he’s muttering “fuck – fuck!” as cum shoots out of his cock and splashes over his chest. “Oh fuck yeah,” he groans, as the climax ebbs away. “Fuck yeah, god he’s so fucking hot…”

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Damn…he is gorgeous. That is a man. Who is that? Is that our new neighbor? I don’t remember Ms. Kramer moving out or seeing a sign in her yard. Why is he riding her horses around our lake? Maybe he’s ranch help. He’s riding bareback. That pinto has to be taller than 15 hands but, damn, he’s controlling it with just his legs. Not using the reins at all. Wow, look at the way the sweat gleams on his body when the sun hits him the right way. …What the hell is doing?

Is he unzipping his pants? Oh my god, he is not – …he is! He’s masturbating! On horseback! Shit, he doesn’t know I’m watching does he? Wow… look at the size of his pecker. He’s just playing with it so slowly… god I wish he’d do that to me. Stroke…stroke…stroke…a man like that is probably uncut. I bet he fills out a pair of 501s real nice. Big and huge, and shameless about it too. Gosh, I wish this was a romance novel, he’d come right over and-

Shit, what did I come out here for again? Oh yeah, to get the laundry off the line. Well, ma and pa won’t be home for a bit longer now, I think it wouldn’t hurt to watch a little while longer… besides if I move, he might see me. Gosh, I wish I could be a real man like that. Shit, even if I were even half the man he is, I’d just be a welp in his eyes. I’d be his bitch for sure. I wouldn’t be able to say no, he’d just handle me and throw me down like a helpless little calf. Gosh, I feel oddly warm…

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A childhood of being spoiled rotten rendered the Prince unable to do anything for himself. I had been brought in as a tutor of literature, but the Prince took a liking to me and soon he was demanding I accompany him everywhere as an escort and friend: “Zaheed, come with me to pick berries.” “Zaheed, come with me to the theater.” “Zaheed, come wash my back.” “Zaheed I can’t find my other sandal.” “Zaheed I need help organizing the books.”
Despite his helplessness, he was polite and grateful and I began to suspect he was doing it a little on purpose just so we’d be alone together. His parents were …how do I say… smothering, and there was always a maid or servant at his side. All the adults in his life had been women thus far, and I think he was curious about me.

One blistering summer evening, I was half sleeping naked half sweating to death in my room when I heard a soft knocking on the door. “Zaheed?”
I knew his voice. “Come in.” I lit the bedside lamp.
The Prince came to my bedside completely naked, clutching his favorite blankie. I had seem him naked, but never hard. The entire tip of his cock was glistening. It was hard to tear my eyes away from it. “Are you alright, my Prince?”
“I can’t sleep,” he pouted, “It’s too hot, and then when I did sleep I woke up because I felt funny and the sheets feel uncomfortable.”
I stared at him, searching his eyes for some sign he was playing with me. “…My Prince, love, didn’t your physicians teach you about masturbation?”
He stared at him. “What’s that?”
I put my hand down on the edge of the bed to hold myself up from the shock, missed, and flailed to keep myself from ending up on the floor. I coughed and arranged myself, piling the sheets over my nude crotch to hide my involuntary reaction. “Well. It’s uh. Do you ever wake up to find the sheets wet? or your clothing? and it’s not urine?”
His deep chocolate eyes went wide. “That’s what masturbation is?”

Oh Allah help me. “No, no…that’s night emissions. If you don’t relieve the build up of fluid in your testicles, your body does it for you. You can do it yourself, it’s called masturbation. It feels good.” I might as well have been speaking in tongues, he wasn’t comprehending this at all. 
“Zaheed, can you teach me? I’m tired.”
I exhaled slowly. “Alright, come here, love.”

I pushed the sheets aside so he could sit between my legs. The Prince took an interest in my cock, and without even asking reached out to touch as if it was sharp. I pushed his hand away, “It’s not nice to touch people there without asking. Now come on, sit here, back to me.” I removed his fez and set it on the nightstand. When he settled, I ran my palms over his shoulders and the sweat-slick bumps of his vertabrae. He was smaller than I, but the muscles over his scapulas bulged from sword training. There was no hair on his back, but it was plentiful below his waist.

“That’s it, just get comfortable…can I call you by another name or must I say Prince in such an intimate setting?”
He exhaled under my caresses, “You may call me Saïd.”
“That’s a nice name, Saïd.” I reached around and ran my hands over his thighs. “Now, Saïd, take your hand and wrap it around your cock.” He seemed perplexed so I guided his hand and wrapped his fingers around his member. I felt his breath hitch. “Now stroke.” Most will never have the the privilege of watching a man discover himself for the first time. First, hesitancy and unsureness, then they discover how nice it feels, set a rhythm and build a speed until the inevitable climax. Saïd was beautiful as he masturbated himself, a bright sheen on his skin, the only sound in the room was his ragged breathing. “Oh Zaheed it does feel good…”

“Don’t go too fast,” I cautioned, “Cup your balls a little… roll the tip of your cockhead in your fingers.” I watched over his shoulder as Saïd explored himself, discovering what made a moan and a gasp and what caused twitches of discomfort. Pre-cum started to drip and he played with it too, fascinated by the viscosity of it. My own erection was pressing into the base of his spine.

The Prince’s balls were hitching high in their sac now, so I knew he was close… and then Saïd stopped. “Zaheed?”
“Yes…?”
“My hands are cramping …can you finish me?”
“….Of course, my Prince.”
He leaned back against me as I found his cock with my hands. His skin was searing hot and soaking wet. I rolled his balls in my palms and found them taunt and full. I massaged the tip with my thumb and forefinger while my land stroked his shaft. “Oh Zaheed…Zaheed!” Saïd contracted his legs and curled his toes, thrashing in my lap as I teased him to orgasm. He thrust into my hands, shouting in rapture as it over came him. Saïd’s pearly cum coated my hand, his thighs, and splattered over my sheets. He just came and came and came, an endless torent. I squeezed his balls and the final amount dribbled out onto the bed.

Saïd collapsed onto me, sucking in huge lung fulls of air. I wiped my hand on the soiled sheets and gave him some water to drink. “Oh Zaheed…that was amazing…” he panted. “I wanna do it again.”
I laughed, “Prince, my love.. it’s 3 am and you’re all sensitive now. You need to go back to your room and sleep.”
“I sleep here,” he murmured, rolling halfway over and nuzzling my shoulder.
“But the mess…! You’re all sticky, the sheets, my cock-”
“Your cock?” he blinked at me.
“Yes, I need to relieve mine too.”
In the dim light, I could see Saïd’s lids were heavy with fatigue. “Ok Zaheed, you do, I want to watch.”

So there I was in the middle of the night, masturbating with the Prince curled up at my side with his cum still all over everything. Life is surreal. No one back at the University of London would believe this. It only took a few tugs before I came too, not nearly as voluminous but still a decent amount of seed. Saïd was almost completely dead. Right before he slipped away, he reached out an elegant finger, swiped my seed, and tasted it. My jaw dropped. “Saïd….”
“It tastes nice.”

I groaned.

When I woke up the next morning, the Prince was still in my bed and drawing circles around my nipples. “Good morning.”
“Good morning-”
“Zaheed, masturbate me again?”

…Oh Allah, what have I done? I’ve created a monster.

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“I’m home! ….Matt? …Maaaatt? Where are… oh Matt. Baby, how did you get out of your chastity device? You know you have to be careful masturbating when you’ve had it on as long as you’ve had. Tch, your cock is so red… You are gonna get severely punished for this, but first I’m gonna milk you or you’re gonna get a priaprism. If you just accept that I know best, you won’t get yourself into these situations. Now, hands off.”