Eric's favorite vtuber

"How should I know what guys are into?" Janie huffs as she scrolls through the streaming options. She eventually lands on Eric's YouTube profile, and pulls up some gooner game let's play with a big tiddy anime babe bouncing around in the corner. "Here, Eric watches this girl all the time. I dunno why if he's not getting off on it."

Jake shoots a surprised look at Eric, but he's furiously avoiding eye contact. His gaze is locked on the screen, but it's evident that he likes what he sees; his grip tightens on Jake's cock, and his strokes settle into a more natural rhythm. He's still mouthing the words "no homo," but silently.

Jake stretches out on the couch, spreading his arms along the back and manspreading his legs slightly. His own eyes explore his best friend's body--not exactly an athlete, but his bare chest is fit enough, a little soft fat jiggling over the muscle a little with the movements of his arm. Most interestingly, Jake notices a bulge starting to twitch against the "straight" boy's sweat pants.

"It's not really my thing," he smirks over at Janie--even though he knows it's just part of the bet a few things throb inside him when he sees her staring straight at his hard cock, "but it looks like Eric's really enjoying her. Or else he's enjoying me..."

"Fuck you," Eric spits unconvincingly under his breath while his hand twists and slides over his friend's shaft.

"Another bet?" Jake suggests, and Janie immediately leans forward with interest. "I think he's gonna cum in his pants before I cum in his hand. If I'm wrong, I'll lick his hand clean. If I'm right, you two swap clothes for the rest of the day."

Eric shoots his sister a pleading look, but she's already reaching over to shake Jake's hand.

"He's a lot of things, but I haven't seen him blow untouched since middle school," she says, her eyes tracing up and down to follow the fist fucking itself on Jake's cock. "I always knew you two were a couple of fags."

Technically, only Jake was bi. Eric was straight, but he'd been by far the most supportive and understanding guy in school when Jake came out. That was one of the main reasons they were friends--and maybe Jake had a tiny crush on him for it.

Eric is dead to the world right now, though. He sucks in a sharp breath, and Jake looks back at the TV to see that a live chatter has redeemed channel points to put the anime girl in a cheerleader costume. Her midriff is completely bare, impossibly pale and smooth and skinny in that trademark hentai way, and the absurd melons on her chest are half hanging out the bottom of her tube top. She jumps a couple times, and Eric's strokes speed way up in response, jerking Jake off the way he probably wishes he was jerking himself off right now.

"You're on sister's watching you, perv," Jake whispers, leaning over toward Eric's ear. "You watch this shit on the family TV? In front of her? You must like showing off. She knows what you jerk it to, dude. Janie knows."

The vtuber's character dies in whatever game she's playing, so she stomps around in frustration and sets off a seismic quake of jiggle physics. Immediately, Eric's hand freezes at the base of Jakes cock and something like a whimper escapes his trembling lips, but it's too late.

A white spot spreads through the front of his sweats, and one white bead of jizz even oozes directly through the fabric.

"God, I hope you're not wearing underwear," Jake growls, and even he's not sure whether he means Eric or Janie.