The noise of lips smacking and soft moan wakes me up.
Who the hell? Whatβs going on in the kitchen?
I lift myself up off the floor and sit up.
It says 8:44 on the cable box.
I lean against the couch and turn my head downward and open my right eye.
My phone is here somewhere. I shuffle my right hand around me and cannot feel it. I shuffle my left hand around me and cannot feel it.
I kick the blanket off me and my phone thumps on the carpet.
The smacking and crunching noise from the kitchen continues.
I can see my brotherβs reflection on the tv screen.
He continues to chew, humming the anime theme song.
βJake.β I call again.
I rub my eyes and aggressively scratch my head.
βWhat did mom say about climbing on the counter?β I asked. βIf you need something, ask someonββ
βBut I didnβt.β He cries. βUncle Junior made my cereal.β
I squint my eyes and mouth to myself, βwhat the hell.β
The floor thumps as my uncle moves through the hallway. I look at the tv screen and see uncle Junior enter the room.
βSole! Sh. Tu i luga.β He tells me as he walks to the kitchen. βTeu ie moega na ma tapena le potu.β
I smack my lips together. He needs to shut his sexy ass up. Iβll get up in a bit.
I check my phone and got a text message from my friend Samu.
βuce you wake stillβ - 5:36AM
βYou were up hella early lol still on for the movies?β I type back.
βlol yea thot of some thing and it got me upβ - 9:09AM
βyea noon cool with u uceβ - 9:09AM
I get up and begin to fold the sheets.
Uncle Junior is acting like nothing happened, sitting at the table eating with Jacob.
I shower and get dressed.
I leave to catch the 11:20 bus to the mall.
I get to my stop and can see Samuela walking towards the ticket booth.
I canβt miss his solid husky build. Heβs 5β10β 220 pounds with black curly hair down to his shoulders.
βWassup toko!β He yells as he brushes his hair back with his hands.
βWassup uce!β I reply as I get closer.
Heβs smiling really hard at me. His white teeth stands out from his dark brown skin.
βI got our tickets. Letβs go in.β He says as he holds the door open. βI want to sit at the top. Is that cool with you?β He asks.
βYea. It doesnβt matter.β I shrug.
We walk into the theater and go up the stairs to the last row.
Thereβs 4 people seated already.
We settle into the seats and I text my mom.
βMom, Iβm at the movies with Sam. Pick me up later when Iβm done please.β - 12:05PM
βMan, you ready for this?β He asks softly as he leans back into the seat.
I nod my head as I sip my Dr. Pepper.
He sprawls his legs out. His right knee tapping against my left leg.
I turn to look at him. His eyes catch mine.
βYea Iβm good uce. You good?β I ask.
βIβm chill bro.β He replies awkwardly.
The movie is about to start.
He leans back more into his seat. His hands are tucked inside his sweatpants nestled on his crotch. His right leg keeps tapping my left leg.
A few minutes into the movie and I lose interest because I keep catching his hands move inside his sweatpants.
He takes his right hand out from his pants and it brushes on mine as he reaches for the popcorn.
I glimpse at his crotch. It looks like heβs got a boner.
His hand brushes on mine again.
This time I look at him. His eyes catch mine.
Without hesitation, his right hand peels his sweatpants open and his left hand grips out a firm brown cut cock.
I look back up at him. Weβre staring at each other.
I can see that heβs nervous. He can see that Iβm shocked.
He breathes in deeply and pulls his sweatpants up to cover his erection.
I turn to look at the moviescreen confused at what just happened.
I breath nervously, slowly moving my left hand onto his lap and into the top of his sweatpants.
His firm husky body is warm.
My fingers slither past the elastic band of his boxers and I touch the tip of his cock. His pre cum excites me.
He breathes in heavily again. His right hand pulls open his sweatpants exposing himself.
I grip his cock nicely. His 5 inch thick cut cock is firm and warm cuddled in my left hand.
I want him to be relaxed.
I gently stroke up and then down.
Iβm in shock this is really happening. How is this happening?
I can feel that heβs starting to relax. Heβs not as tense as he was a moment ago.
I continue to slowly glide my left hand up and then down again. More of his pre cum lubricates my strokes.
He slowly leads his right hand under my left arm, reaching for my cock.
Out of all days to wear basketball shorts, today was that day.
I am slightly hard from the spontaneity of what is occurring.
Iβm thinking of things that turn me on to get me fully erected. But I know me. I need porn to get my little mans attention. But Samuβs firm hand feels so good caressing my cock, as my hand caresses his.
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