Page 12 of Man On

"Noah, this isn't the right place for this."

"You're implying that there is a right place for this," I retort, crossing my arms and leaning back against the door to the pantry. I snatch a bag of chips for good measure, opening the bag and grinning at Lane while I pop one into my mouth.

"We graduated today, Noah. Don't you think it's time to grow up and stop playing these games?"

"I don't know. Were you feeling like a grownup when you were trying to pretend you're hot shit out there?"

"I kissed my girlfriend," he says exasperatedly. "She came all this way to be here for my graduation. What am I supposed to do, ignore her at a party?"

"Maybe you should tell her the truth."

He scowls like he always does. "There's nothing to tell," he grits out between clenched teeth.

"Your fucking boner suggests otherwise."

As if to punctuate my point, I visibly see his cock twitch in his pants. Lane is still wearing the ‘church clothes’ that he wore under his cap and gown, and his pleated black slacks are doing very little to hide the shape and size of his massive dick. It's like a baby's arm holding an apple, and I can almost see the thick veins through the fabric of his pants.

"Quit looking," Lane says, crossing his hands over the bulge.

"Why? Does that make it harder?"

"No," he lies.

"Yes," I correct with a sneer.

Silence.

"What do you want, Noah?" As if he doesn't know. "I had to leave Maci with Miah to follow you in here so you wouldn't make a scene."

"Does she make your cock this hard?"

He blanches, but he doesn't have to say anything. Lane is all about abstinence and waiting until marriage. He barely kisses her, which is why seeing him make a display out there, even going so far as to put his hands on her ass, was concerning. He's been acting strange for the past week. I’m guessing that all the upcoming changes are messing with him, and he needs me to step in and take his mind off things.

With a knowing smirk, I gesture to his pants, letting him know that I'm waiting. With a resigned sigh, Lane unbuckles his belt, unbuttons his pants, and reaches inside his slacks. Usually when I make him do this, it's dark, or he's hidden behind a shower curtain. In the florescent light of the pantry, I can see the outline of his fingers through his pants.

"You know," I say, feigning complete indifference, "You should be glad we're going to college together. No one else can set you straight the way I can.”

His eyes flash with indignation. "This isn't happening when we leave for college," he insists.

"Okay, little brother. Whatever you say." His jaw ticks. He hates it when I call him that. But it's not my fault he was born three weeks after me.

Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that he's usually palming his cock when I say it. But really, who knows?

"You might want to move a little faster. Maci can probably only tolerate Miah for so long. She could be on her way here right now."

Surprisingly, or maybe it isn’t so surprising anymore, he doesn't protest. He wraps his fist round his thick cock and strokes, slowly at first. As his pace increases, so do his heavy breaths. His pants slouch down around his hips, and in the bright light of this little room, I stare at his cock instead of his face. He's uncut, which I find fascinating. If it wouldn't give him the wrong idea, I'd kind of like to play with it. Just to feel it. To know what it's like.

"Stop. Looking," Lane grunts out between strokes.

"Why? It's not like you have anything to be embarrassed about," I say, gesturing to his huge, veiny cock. Not that it's a competition, but his is way bigger than mine. "Or are you trying to pretend that you're not stroking that monster for your stepbrother?"

"I'm not doing it for you," he chokes out.

"No? So you just walk into a closet and drop trou for anyone? I didn't peg you for a slut."

I witness every part of his reaction to my words. The way his shoulders pull forward so it looks like his chest is sunken in. The sharp intake of breath. The way his abs contract. The small whimper that he tries to cover up with a cough.

Fuck, that whimper.