Amberton Portal 1/Jack/Franky comes into the bathroom
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Jack shakes his head again, banishing the mental image of his cute little brother's eight-year-old asshole wide-ovaled around Jack's big rock-hard cock, and practically ran away from Franky's door, back to the shower. With every hasty step, that same treacherous cock bobbed heavily, swollen with unholy lust, happily slinging strands of pre-cum all over Jack's taut belly and legs.
Jack clambered into the shower and started washing hastily, soaping away the pre-cum and the sweat of his dreams and morning workout. Once he was clean, Jack settled his shoulder back to the wall of the shower, leaning back a bit so his dick jutted up. The tall, rangy teen soaped up both his big hands with some nice moisturizing body-wash, grabbed his dick and balls, and started in on 'round two' of beating off normally. He ran images of various porn actresses and that one hot teacher through his mind as he went, his big, strong hands jacking sloppy, soapy strings of suds and pre-cum onto the bottom of the tub, and...nothing fucking happened.
Jack sighed, and hesitantly, cautiously, thought about...his little brother. What if Franky was standing here in the shower naked and gleaming wet, his hair sleeked down as he reached out to help Jack beat his meat.... Instantly, his cock jerked in his grip and another wad of pre-cum oozed out.
Jack shook his head, horrified at himself, and spoke firmly aloud to himself as he did, saying "Okay, Jack, for serious, what the fuck is wrong with you today? First that crazy-ass dream, and now Franky? What the crazy-shit fuck are you doing?"
There was the click of a door, and Franky's sweet voice rang out, asking, "Who are you talking to, Jack?"
Jack froze, a big-soapy handful of his rock-hard dick in one hand, his heavy nuts in his other. Damn! Of course the little comedian would decide to come into the bathroom now! Jack stayed quiet, not answering, and heard Franky give a little huff, then a clack as the eight-year-old lifted the toilet seat to take a piss 'like a big kid.' Then, nothing. No sound of the boy peeing and getting the fuck out of here.
Jack knew it was a bad idea to look. Just wait, he told himself, the little twerp has to leave eventually.
More silence.
Ah, fuck it. Jack looked around the shower curtain.
Franky was standing, facing away, in front of the toilet, fidgeting with himself. Was...was he beating off? Jack felt his treacherous dick lurch again at that dirty thought. Just as Jack was about to tell the little twerp to take that stuff back to his room, and definitely was not about to invite the boy into the shower to help him out, Franky gave an annoyed little hip-wiggle and turned to look at the shower, and when he saw Jack looking, the boy turned completely around to face his big brother.
When Franky turned, the reason he wasn't peeing was obvious, as the little guy was sporting a rock-hard four-inch erection! For his age, that was...pretty good, honestly. Apparently the Lancer boys all got it!
Jack blinked at the sight, and thought, "No wonder he can't piss." Jack's dick made another lurch as the big horny teen stared at his little brother's gleefully erect prick. Jack was surely not an expert on boy's dicks, but, Franky seemed like he had a really cute little wang.
And wow, was THAT a thought Jack had never expected to have, ever. 'What the fuck is wrong with me today', he thought, 'I'm not gay! And Jesus fuck, my own little brother? That's even worse!'
But.... Jack remembered that after his good buddy Gary came out that he was gay, Gary had then casually confessed that he'd been doing 'stuff' with his little brother Timmy. Timmy was a black-haired little twerp the same age as Franky, so...it was apparently possible to have sex with a kid like that. And wow, that was... really wrong, but at the same time Jack felt his heart suddenly start beating faster, and his breath got short and choppy again. He thought numbly, "That's so wrong, but hey, it works for Gary...."
"Jack!" said Franky suddenly, causing Jack to jump a bit. The eight-year old jutted his hips forward, showing off his rock-hard dicklet, and he proclaimed angrily, "My wiener's broke!"
Wait...so he wasn't beating off, and this wasn't some horrible come-on from an eight-year-old. Jack felt a wave of relief, and to his horror, almost as much disappointment. Dammit!
As Jack processed his mixed feelings, Frank griped, "Jack! Don't just stare at it, what do I do? How do I fix it? Do I have to go the... doctor?" As the kid whispered the word 'doctor', Jack could see how nervous Franky was. The little twerp apparently had no idea what the heck was going on with himself right now.
Jack had to chuckle a bit at the twerp, then said, "No, dorko, your dick isn't broken, it's supposed to do that."
"What?! It never did it before!" Timmy's aggrieved tone was both hilarious, and dangerously cute.
Jack said,"No, you were probably too young before, that's just a sign that you're horny and your body is ready to have sex." Jack paused a second, then winced. Well, it was true, but maybe he could have said that a little better....
Franky's eyes got wide, and he stared at his big brother, then those saucer-eyes darted down to his unflagging little rod, and he looked back at Jack. His face got red in a sudden blush, and he started to give an utterly bewitching little wiggle of his hips as he got more and more upset, and he finally squeaked out, "Oh. Man! Does that mean I have to have...sex?"
Well, that's a good question. It's going to be hard to avoid the gay now! What do you do?