Secret Admirer (Fuencest)

Chapter 4

"Okay, mom, I'll get ready and come straight over." Vic said to his mother, which he was talking to on the phone. His mother had called, wanting him to come over for dinner, because they hadn't see each other in a while.

"Okay. But you best hurry. Bye." His mother said before she hung up the phone.

Vic ran his fingers through his damp hair before rushing upstairs to get some clothes. He had just got out of the shower, and the only thing he had on was a towel.

He heard his phone vibrate from the nightstand. He picked it up to see it was a message from the man. He bit his bottom lip, debating on whether or not to answer.

The message said: 'Hey baby, what are you doing?'

Vic blushed a little. He decided to answer the message. He quickly told him he had to go see his mother.

'Can't you get yourself off real quick?' The man asked and then a video sent afterward. Of course Vic watched the video, it was the same as the others ones, the man jacking off, but in this one he could hear small gasps and moans. Oh, the moans turned Vic on so so much.

His dick twitched, but he ignored it. He didn't have time to get himself off this time. He took the towel off his waist and slipped on some boxers, skinny jeans, and then a shirt. His dick wouldn't stop twitching. He tried to get his mind off the video, but he couldn't.

Okay, I just need to get off one time, super quick, Vic thought. He laid on the bed and pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees.

He closed his eyes, imagining it was the man who was touching him. His warm, rough hand running along his dick. Before long, Vic was arching his back and moaning loudly as he came.

He sighed in relief and waited for his heartbeat to calm down for a minute before he pulled his jeans up. He made sure all his lights were off and his door was locked before running out to his car. He tried to rush to his mothers, because he knew she'd surely bitch at him for showing up so late.

Once he got there, he was greeted by his little brother. "Hey, Vic!" He said cheerfully and gave Vic a long, bone crushing hug.

"Ugh, you're going to squeeze me to death." Vic whined. Mike giggled like a little kid and kissed both Vic's cheeks and then his nose.

"Who's at the door, Mike?" Vic could hear his mother ask from somewhere in this house.

"Victor Vincent Fuentes has arrived!" Mike said cheerfully and took Vic's hand, pulling him inside. He sat him down on the table beside him.

"Mom made tacos. I tried to help, but she wouldn't let me because last time I caught the stove on fire." Mike said, shaking his head in shame. Vic chuckled.

Mike leaned in closer to Vic's ear. "You fucked yourself before you came over here, didn't you?" He whispered. His hot breath sent chills down Vic's spine and his eyes went wide.

"Wh-what?"

Mike pointed to a spot on Vic's jeans that had a spot of dry come on it. Vic bit his bottom lip. "Uh- I-"

"Such a dirty, bad boy, Vic." Mike said, winking toward him as he squeezed Vic's thigh. The touch felt so good, and so familiar. Mike giggled and stopped squeezing Vic's thigh, to pull his phone out of his pocket to check what time it was.

"So, how's work going?" Mike asked.

"Good." Vic mumbled, still trying to get over his brother's touch.

"Let's eat!" Their mother said, bringing in a plate of tacos.