Older Brother

"Marc, dude what the fuck man!"

As you enter the garage, you stop dead in your tracks. Terror washed over your body as you look up to see who had yelled at your nude self. In front of you was your older brother Chad, who seemed to just have gotten home from a jog. He had a wide-eyed expression with his mouth agape.

"Chad! What are you doing here?" You shout in fear, taking a hand to cover your junk. Completely forgetting about the towel that hanging off of your shoulder. Shit, you thought to yourself. You could tell that your brother was not amused by your exhibition antics.

Your brother cocks an eyebrow and stares you down as he starts to remove is his sneakers. "Rugby was cancelled for the day because of the heat, so I came back here. And I just got back from a run. Just because there is no practice, doesn't mean I can't get the heart rate up." He kicks off his sneakers and puts them in his gym bag. He doesn't take his eyes off of you. Moments go by where you just stare at each other. Waiting for the other to be the first one to say something.

Finally, your brother breaks the tension. "So you wanna tell me why you decided that the garage was a nudist colony?" His eyes dart to your crotch at the last part of his statement. You couldn't tell or not if he was making light of the situation.

Your brother, Chad, was the classic All-American Jock. The type that was idolized in those teen rom-com movies and YA movies. Ever since he was a kid, sports became his life. He was the quarterback of the high school football team, which led him to get an athletic scholarship. He wasn't particularly book savy but he did get adequate grades. Now at 24, he was able to use the physique that he trained over the years as a commercial model, in his spare time out of school. He was the tallest in the family, at over 6 feet and quite large, from the strenuous workouts and practice the college team put him through. Though, he ate right and was lean in the stomach, which sometimes was comical in comparison to his large chest and large thighs and ass. He wasn't always a hard ass, but over the years of athletic discipline seemed to have hardened his personality. Most of his girlfriends complained he lacked emotion and was too reserved.

You try to ease the situation by uncovering your dick and doing jumping jacks. Causing your limp dick to bounce up and down, smacking your lower gut. The towel that was on your shoulder falls off the ground behind you. "The Johnson Nudist Colony Clan. Population 1." You break out in a laugh.

"Shove off man!." Your brother chucks a pair of his dirty sweatpants at your face that he had stashed in a gym bag. "Put these on or get out. No one wants to see your cock man." Without paying much attention to you, your brother strips out his sweaty running tank. You take a moment to realize that he recently shaved his chest, but left his treasure trail that trailed off into his gym shorts. The bare chest must have been a requirement for one of his recent modelling assignments. Probably some athleisure clothing company that seemed to have dominated the fashions of young adults and millennial moms. The sweat that had built on his chest was almost like a river, with no hair to soak it up. It ran down his neck, over his large mound of pecs, down the curves of his abs and into his naval.

You must have been staring a bit too long because "Dude did you hear me? I don't want to hang out with my naked brother." Your brother's voice breaks up your thought.

"Oh shit ya, sorry." You mumble as you fling out his sweat pants to put them on. Your brother nods and for the first time since you entered the garage, diverted his attention to something he misplaced in his bag. He had taken great lengths to locate something in his bag and you wonder at this point if he is more embarrassed by your naked body than you are.

You sigh as you uncrumple the sweat pants to put them on and think to yourself "that for someone that is the around naked guys in the locker room, you would think he would be used to seeing a fellow guy's cock. And his brother's at that. For fuck sake you two brothers and you use to go skinny dipping when your parents weren't home when you were younger."

You fling them the pair of sweats and something on the inside catches your attention. You get a devilish grin as you notice that a pair of his jockstrap was stuck in a leg.

Wouldn't it be funny if you stole the jockstrap, making him go cupless in the upcoming game? Or should you be a good sport and give it back to him?