Oops, Oh My ...

As he bathed, Terry kept the bathroom door just on the inside of his peripheral vision. He didn't ordinarily leave the door unlocked, but he wanted to see what would happen if he did. Hair washed first, and fast, he made sure he was easy to ogle.

He doubted the application really was magic, even if it claimed to be. Terry followed a rather simple school of thought on the matter: sufficiently-advanced tech, if exposed to a more primitive civilisation, would be indistinguishable from magic.

Granted, he disbelieved in the notion of extraterrestrial interference in the affairs of Planet Earth, too. Primarily because, what the fuck use would any extraordinarily-advanced civilisation have for this dinky, primitive, little cosmic backwater?

Even as he washed, he saw the door open, just a crack, out of his peripheral vision. He forced himself not to look in answer to the movement, not to turn his head. Unfortunately, that meant not being able to actually identify who opened the door.

The door remained ajar, just for a few seconds, then silently shut, once more. Logic told him that this wouldn't count as an interaction, so even if the application were real, it wouldn't tell him who had just opened the door enough to look at him.

Somehow, Terry didn't feel as violated as he should have about the brief invasion. When he got out of the shower and had dried off, he moved to check the application. He knew it wouldn't tell him who it was, but maybe something had shifted?

Terry hummed at the appearance of 3 Lust on the list of Prominent Attitudes, as he scrubbed the towel against his head. Dried enough, he draped the towel over the bar, then picked up his tablet and headed back, but stopped at the open door.

He had to hope his father, or little sister, didn't find him standing nude in the hallway, outside his bedroom, peeping into his own room. Looking both ways, first, he leaned carefully forward, and saw Heath seated at his desk, stroking his cock.

Dude, still? I gave you like, he checked the tablet's clock function, 23 minutes to get off and put it away. Heath didn't seem to be reading, however. His little brother was leaned back, his thighs apart, his hand moving up and down, rhythmically slow.

Seriously? What are you even ... ? Heath's low, soft moan interrupted his thinking.

“Just like that, Terry,” Heath murmured, and Terry felt his eyes widening, “Fuck, yes, you cocksucking little slut ... !”

The words were breathless, yearning. He didn't want to embarrass his little brother, but he couldn't just stand out in the hallway and wait, either. What would he say if Marguerite found him standing there, or worse, if their father walked up?

Heath's in my room masturbating thinking about me sucking his cock, I don't wanna interrupt him, it'd be rude? Yeah, that would go over spectacularly, standing nude in front of someone else who, according to the app, also wanted to fuck his brains out.

Terry bit his lip for a minute, then ran his fingers through his still-moist hair, and sighed. He didn't want to humiliate his little brother, and evidently his little brother needed more time. He turned quickly, returning to the bathroom, instead.

He shut the door as silent as he could, then leaned back against the sink counter. Terry swiped open the tablet and looked down at it, then backed out of the Relationship Profiles, and returned to the Menu. He hummed, staring at User Profile.

Hmm. Well, let's see what you say about me, he thought to himself. It seemed like another reasonable way to test how “magic” this purportedly magic relationship editor was. If it were as magic as it claimed, the User Profile should know some shit.

The headshot beside it, was immediately recognisable as him. His short hair clean and shiny, brown eyes focused on the viewer, S-shaped eyebrows in their neatly-cultivated state, the same faint smile that he virtually always tended to have.

Yet it was no photograph he had ever taken in his life, nor had anyone else taken it of him. It was no photograph that he could recognise, or remember, readily, even if it looked exactly like a model's headshot, or a school yearbook's headshot.

The Current Energy total being as low as it was, Terry felt he likely couldn't use it for anything, yet, but the information about him was far more sparse than he'd expected. His mind kept travelling back to what he'd seen through his doorway.

He couldn't recall ever having seen Heath's cock, before, but it really was actually magnificent. He bit his lip softly, then glanced over the User Profile, once more. His brows furrowed as he looked at it, and considered how sparse it really was.

Terry still felt more than a little bit embarrassed about what he had seen in his room. He could, at least, be thankful that he'd avoided an awkward conversation by Heath not realising he'd seen. Now he had the problem of knowing it, though.

He sighed, and set the tablet aside, rubbing his temples. The warming slickness between his legs was uncomfortable, and made him shift. He took a deep breath, trying to push past the arousal, wanting to investigate this supposedly Magic app.

He took a deep breath and tapped back, out of User Profile, and decided to investigate the one marked Perks in the Menu. Options to reveal awaken attitudes, lock traits, and reveal hidden traits. The list looked to be somewhat sparse, actually.

Hm. Not a lot of options, are there? he mused to himself, glancing up to the 18 above, then back. He didn't know if 18 counted as a lot, in truth, or anything about how the app actually worked. Magic or not, maybe there were just only a few “Perks.”

He tapped back, returned to the Menu, then tapped Settings, instead. Terry scanned the list for a moment, then noticed an option to adjust Attitude listings. He noticed it was default set to descending value, but alphabetisation was an option.

He tapped it immediately, purely because he preferred alphabetic order over highest to lowest. His mind wandered as he tapped back to the menu. He closed his eyes and took a breath, and the vision of Heath stroking his cock filled his mind.

Fuck. What the fuck. Stop thinking about Heath's cock! attempting to not think about it was proving really counterproductive, and he sighed, sinking onto his knees and spreading his legs. He leaned back, looking up at the ceiling, thumping his head.

The door of the cupboard under the bathroom sink rattled a little with the impact, as he closed his eyes and let one hand slide down between his legs. What could it hurt? His little brother started it, his little brother was fantasising about him!

His fingertips brushed softly across his slit, feeling his blood flow shift, already. He bit his lower lip and started to stroke, focusing on black seas, on the absolution of nothingness. All he wanted, right now, was to take some time and to get off.

He couldn't return to his room without embarrassing his little brother. Kneeling on the bathroom floor, he wondered at why he'd allowed Heath to press him for reading access. He could've just said no, when Heath declared his want to read.

Terry wished he had said no, but there was no helping it, now. His fingers traced along his slit, his mind overwhelmed by the realisation his little brother had an incredible cock. He took a deep breath, slow and smooth, trying to turn his mind.

For a moment, he focused on the mental image of Jake Preston, his favourite twink. He envisioned himself on his knees, as he was in this moment, with the other twink standing over him. Terry inhaled slow, trying to immerse himself in the idea.

Gnawing on his lower lip, Terry slid his fingertips up and down along his slit, teasing his clit. The heat in his hips bubbled, as he fantasised about Jake Preston standing over him, looking down. He imagined an electric sensation as their eyes met.

Little more than fan-service for himself, he knew. Jake Preston was hot as fuck, and would've had no trouble at all finding a lover off the screen. He was a successful starlet of pornographic films, he doubtless had millions of more accessible fans.

Even still, Terry had been into him for a while, now, and hadn't tired of it. As his fingers dipped inside himself, he allowed himself a soft moan. The mental image of Jake standing over him, slapping his face with his cock, promising to pound him.

He envisioned Jake teasing him, tormenting him with his foot between his legs. His eyes fluttered as he imagined it, as he let himself visualise the fantastic scenario. Jake's fingers on his head, clamping into short strands, pulling him forward.

The sensation of his beautiful cock passing through his lips, as Jake drove himself to the hilt. He purred softly, imagining it penetrating deep, as Jake pushed to the hilt, making him take it. His eyes fluttering, Jake Preston snickering down at him.

He slid his fingers in deeper, driving them as far as he could, imagining the conversation. Jake teasing and taunting him as he rode his mouth, knowing Terry couldn't answer with his mouth full. His arms sliding around him, kneading Jake's ass.

Terry slid his fingers back out again, renewing the delicate caress of his slit from the outside. He breathed deep, imagining Jake dragging him out of the bathroom, back to his room, shoving him back down. Blushing, his eyes fluttering up at Jake.

Jake ramming into his mouth, gripping his head with both hands, hammering in. Terry knew it was more than just utterly impossible, it was a truly basic bitch fantasy. Yet it was hot, imagining Jake Preston simply taking what he wished of him.

Then, like static in his brain, the scene abruptly altered, as if his subconscious had shifted the channel on him. As much as he wanted to continue fantasising about Jake Preston, Terry's subconscious mind seemed to have something else in mind.