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It's the middle of the night, almost 3 a.m. Eighteen-year-old Tim is in bed with his girlfriend, Liza, who's one year younger. It's the third time he's slept over. Their parents are okay with it. But this night is different. Because Liza has her period. They fell asleep cuddling together. But now, two hours later, Tim is awake again, listening to his girlfriend's breathing. She's so wonderfully soft and smells like the forest just after a rain shower. His stiff cock rubs gently against her buttocks. He doesn't want to disturb her.

Then it slowly dawns on Tim why he can't sleep: he has to pee. The two beers he drank the evening before are trying to escape. Tim sneaks into the bathroom in his boxers. He leaves the door unlocked. In his girlfriend's parents' house, there's an unwritten rule that the bathroom is occupied as soon as a light is on. No wonder Tim jumps when the door opens. Just in time, he manages to put his stuff away. Luckily, it's only Sven. Liza's younger brother. His mother would have been worse. Relieved, Tim washes his hands while Sven stands in front of the toilet. He, too, needs to pee. Discreetly, the boy has turned his back slightly to him, but it's still strange.

Sven is only fifteen, and already out. The boy is very close to his mother and discusses everything with her. And so, the whole family eventually found out. And Liza, in turn, had confidentially told Tim about it. He had already suspected something from the way the boy applies his makeup and his striking clothing choices. Even now, Sven is wearing only purple flame-colored pajama pants and slippers. With a sidelong glance, Tim keeps an eye on the boy as he wiggles his penis to shake off the last drops. Sven is quite tall for his age. His slim, lanky body is starting to take on the characteristics of a man.

Just as Tim is about to leave the bathroom, Sven speaks to him. "You promised you'd check my desk chair," says the boy, who has now gone to the sink to wash his hands. He is right. During dinner, Tim had been praised for his dexterity. This contrasted with the father, who apparently has two left hands. Triggered by this, Sven had told him about the loose armrest of his chair. According to the father, something had broken off and couldn't be repaired. Tim and Sven look at each other through the mirror. "I'll check it in the morning," Tim promises again. Ready to go back to bed. "Don't you have a moment now?" Sven asked.

Tim sighs and then follows him to the boy's small bedroom. The desk lamp is turned on and the bedroom door is closed so as not to wake the rest of the family with the bright light. Sitting on the edge of the single bed, Tim examines the underside of the chair and quickly spots it. The spot weld holding the armrest is broken in two places. Dad was right. Someone must have been sitting on it with their full weight. "I'll have to take that chair with me sometime to bend the armrest back into place and screw it back on," Tim concludes. He can't fix it on the spot.

Meanwhile, Sven has crawled behind him and stretched out on his side on the bed. He watches with interest the items Tim is pointing out. One of his hands rests casually on Tim's bare back. "How much will this cost me?" the boy asks with a mischievous smile. Only then does it dawn on Tim that he might have been lured into the bedroom for another reason. And there's something else that surprises him; the boy smells exactly like his sister. Perhaps it's because they both use the same shampoo or perfume. Tim is momentarily too stunned to react properly. Sven has begun to gently caress him. Sitting motionless on the edge of the bed, Tim silently follows the movements of the hand on his back.

The desk chair is put back on its casters, and as Tim turns to the side to turn off the desk lamp and leave, he sees the bulge that's formed in the pajama pants. You'd think the boy desperately needs privacy now. But Tim stays seated, and the light stays on. Hesitant. The lampshade is turned away so that only a dim light shines on the desk. Sven has both hands clasped under his head on the pillow. He looks at Tim mischievously. His stretched, bare torso is beautiful. His lightly haired armpit is provocative. And before he knows it, Tim's hand is caressing his beautiful, smooth stomach and chest.

"You're as soft as your sister," Tim whispers. The bulge in the pajama pants has grown bigger. A stiff cock is unmistakably poking up beneath the thin material. But Tim's hand stays away from it. For minutes, the sultry caress of his naked torso continues. Tim blushes. It helps that Sven has closed his eyes. A wide smile graces his lips. Tim turns off the desk lamp and lies down on his side next to the boy. Face to face. Their legs intertwine on the narrow bed. Crossed arms hold each other's bodies in the darkness.

Their heads are now so close together that they can feel each other's warm, panting breath. Tim wouldn't mind if the boy kissed him, but he doesn't. Another long minute passes in silence. Then suddenly, one of Sven's hands slides down between them into Tim's boxers. Both of their breaths catch. They only start again when the hand encircles the thick cock and massages the foreskin over the glans. Tim is horny. Sven's hand slides further, moving rhythmically up and down. Then Tim's hand also searches for the young erection in the pajama pants. They pleasure each other manually.

When Sven slides his pajama pants down to his knees, Tim follows suit. Their cocks rub together in silence for a while. Then suddenly, Sven crawls down to the foot of the bed, and Tim's cock is grabbed with both hands. The next moment, soft lips slide over his glans. His cock is gently sucked. Inexperienced. But as it goes on, it gets rougher and deeper. And soon, Sven's blowjob feels better than his sister's. In the process, Tim ends up lying on his back in the middle of the bed. For minutes, Tim is being pleasured, while Sven shows his enjoyment in all sorts of ways.

Lips slide down the shaft to the scrotum where the balls are swallowed one by one. A moment later, they latch onto the glans again while a pointed tongue tries to penetrate the urethra. All this accompanied by approving grunts and smacking sounds. Then the cock is swallowed deep in the throat. This causes Tim to arch his back off the mattress and groan. All his muscles tense, trying to stay still and not interfere. "Careful, careful," he gasps when he feels he's about to cum. Sven immediately stops what he's doing. That wouldn't have been necessary.

The boy crawls over Tim on his knees and leans over his hips. His vague silhouette reveals what's happening: several times the boy brings his hand to his mouth, then reaches behind him between his buttocks. Tim's cock is then lubricated with saliva in the same way. He immediately understands the intention and shivers. Sven's other hand presses against Tim's chest. Then Tim feels his cock being grabbed and moved up and down the cleft of his buttocks, positioning it against his anus. Sven carefully lowers himself. The hard glans presses against the sphincter, and slowly, paradise opens. Tim's cock slides smoothly halfway into the warm, tight hole.

It apparently feels better for Tim than for Sven, because he has to do it again. More saliva is massaged onto Tim's erection with a full hand. Sven is serious. Then, for a second time, his body lowers and the cock penetrates him fully. They both moan in unison. It takes a little while to adjust, but it feels so good. Two hands rest on Tim's chest now as Sven starts bouncing up and down. Tim places his hands on Sven's thighs until he feels the swaying young erection throb and starts jerking it off.

For a moment, Tim has the illusion that he can delay an orgasm. But unlike with Lisa, he's not setting the pace himself, and before he knows it, there's no escape. Too late to warn Sven. Although it's questionable whether that would have made any difference to Sven. Because this is what he's been craving for so long. Wave after wave of semen is pumped into the boy's body. If Sven hadn't noticed what was happening from Tim's physical reaction, he certainly had noticed from the drastically decreasing internal resistance. With every downward stroke, semen leaks out past the cock. Exhausted, Sven sits on Tim's hips. Tim's hands reach up to caress his slightly perspiring body

With a delay, the jerking off of the young erection resumes. It doesn't take much to bring Sven to orgasm as well. No doubt aided by the fact that Tim's cock is still in his ass. Soon, Sven's cum sprays over them both. Only then can the two panting bodies, lying on top of each other, come to rest. And finally, they kiss. There are no more inhibitions. They lie there for minutes while Tim caresses the young naked body on top of him. As the softening cock slides out of his ass, Tim touches the boy's stretched anus. How was that possible? he wonders.

When Tim sneaks back into Liza's bedroom, he sees that an hour has passed since he went to the bathroom. A little later, he hears Sven going to the bathroom, probably to wash up. Tim briefly considers going over to him. Showering together. But the risk of being caught is too great. But in a few days, when the office chair is repaired and Sven comes to pick it up from his garage, there will be another chance.