Chapter 6 Tommy #2
For starters, Nora is Brett’s girlfriend. I just listened to my brother’s girlfriend cheat on him. With our other brother.
My cock spurts cum like a fucking geyser, my head feeling slightly dizzy. I never come this much when I masturbate.
Scratch that, I don’t think I’ve ever come this much, period. In my life.
When my cock finally stops spilling cum, I regretfully look down to see my hand covered in thick white spend. My boxers are covered too, and there’s a steady string of cum dripping from my cockhead to the carpet.
Shit!
I wipe my hand on my leg, panic and anxiety lacing me. My chest and throat tighten as I realize my cock is spent, but it’s not soft yet.
I use my free hand to collect the string of cum and wipe it from the carpet. I carefully, quietly get up, noticing that Russ and Nora are still on the couch, curled together. Asleep.
I breathe a guilty sigh of relief as I sidle down the hall to the bathroom and take my piss. I close my eyes, trying to discount what just happened. What I just witnessed.
Should I say something? To Freddie? To Brett? Nora?
Or should I just pretend I never saw this? Pretend that it never happened?
Never speak of it and take it to my grave?
I wash my hands, then grab a clean rag to clean up my mess. In the light of the bathroom, it’s more than apparent just how much of a mess I’ve made.
I wash my dick, waiting for my semi-hard appendage to settle down so I can go back to sleep. So I can forget about what I saw, even though I know I’ll never be able to forget that.
Just like I’ll never be able to forget how hard I came.
I do my best to clean myself up enough and quietly sneak back to my bedroom, passing a snoring Russ and Nora. I stop for a moment, realizing they’re both out cold, in nothing but their clothes, no blanket. I peer over the couch, noticing the large wet spot on Russ—where he came in his pants.
Equal parts envy and disgust lace me. Disgust, because he crossed a line, knowing she’s with Brett. Envy because I wish it was me instead that was kissing her. That it was me eliciting those moans and that she was calling my name.
Shame hits again because I know that’s equally as fucked up as listening to them get one another off.
My gaze drifts to Nora. How peaceful she looks. Her long eyelashes stand out against her pale, freckled cheeks. I’m tempted to count how many there are. Like I count the simulated stars on my ceiling from my projector sometimes, when I can’t sleep.
A shiver runs through her, and that shatters everything. Because despite what happened, I know it’s not going to change how I feel about her.
How I’ve always felt about her.
In fact, I’d wager now things are going to be so much worse because I know what she sounds like. Before, all I had to go off of was my own imagined thoughts, but now…
Now I know.
And I’ll never be able to un-know what’s branded itself in my brain.
But like everything else in my life, I’ll keep it to myself. Take it to my damn grave.
I reach for the blanket on the other end of the couch and unfold it. Then I carefully place it over Nora—working to give her most of it, but I don’t leave Russ without.
Nora curls up in the blanket, a soft smile on her face, and a stupid sense of pride falls over me.
She doesn’t even know I’m here, and if she did…
If she knew what I did…
I push the thought away, and head back to my room and shut my door. As I slip out of my dirty boxers, my cock lazily throbs, still semi-hard. I grab myself curiously, because this has never happened to me before.
Usually when I come, it’s quick, and I can get back to whatever I was supposed to be doing, but…I get the feeling that’s not going to happen right now.
I’ve never come more than once in a day before. I didn’t even know I could stay hard after I come. But I guess Nora Brighton has a way of pushing me into the unknown whether she knows it or not.
I won’t think about them. At least that’s what I tell myself as I lie on my bed, naked, with my cock in my hand. All I’ll think about is how good it felt to come. Like Zack says. Focus on what feels good.
Because it did feel good.
Not just the coming part, but…the leading up to it. Being so hard and turned on, I couldn’t help myself. Fighting the urge but not being able to resist.
I know something inside of me broke tonight. Something I’ll never be able to repair.
My thumb slides through a fresh bout of precum, and I swallow hard as my cock stiffens in my hand.
I spread my precum along my shaft and stroke myself, closing my eyes.
I give in to the feeling—the ache in my balls, the throb of my cock.
Nora’s cry echoes in my mind, the sound of her coming etched in my brain for all eternity.
I come again, my entire body loosening as I give myself over to the pleasure. And then I roll over on my side, curling into my covers and pillow with exhaustion, and tell myself I’ll never do this again. I’ll never think about this again.
I will bury this moment, and the one before it, deep within me.
And as slumber takes me like a thief, I let myself believe it.