The Soccer Player

November 1 – Saturday

I don't know what came over me.

I lifelessly stared at the blinking red light on my screen, realizing what I have done. Frozen to my seat, I glanced at my naked reflection through my phone that was recording everything. My eyes darted to my cum-covered hand, then back at the phone screen. I stopped the recording. I took some tissues and wiped the cum off my hand and dick. Why am I filming myself jerking off? My mind kept screaming that question repeatedly in my head.

I grabbed my phone, went to my albums and re-watched the video.

I was sitting on the seat, still fully clothed. I was reaching under my sleeveless yellow shirt, massaging my nipples. My mouth let out little moans as I continued on. It didn't take long before I stripped the shirt off. My hands caressed through my body, remembering the softness of its touch.

My other hand swiftly went under my shorts and briefs, feeling my dick hardening. Soon enough, I pulled my shorts and briefs down. I stroked my dick until it was rock hard.

Seeing myself nude and stroking was the trigger that let me remember why recorded myself. I wanted to see how I pleasure myself.

I placed my phone on my desk again, but this time I'm not recording. I'm watching.

I stroked my dick in the rhythm video-me was stroking. I let myself go with the feeling.

It wasn't long before I came again. I came to the sounds of my own moaning. I came from watching myself stroking and cumming.

No.

I was just horny.

That's it.

It's the hormones.

It still doesn’t explain why I was uploading this to a porn site.

However, little did I know, that single recording would be the start of a very addicting adventure.

November 3 – Saturday

"Ohhh fuck," I silently moaned. I kept the pace, stroking my dick to a rhythm that kept me going. My free hand pinched and massaged my nipples, feeling the moment. I look at my phone in front of me, recording every second of my session.

This was my third video, so to speak, and, somehow, I felt horny washing myself off in the showers. I turned off the shower head, placed the phone on the sink. I was dripping wet, but at that point I didn’t care, and started the recording.

I sped up the pace, looking at the camera from time to time as if seducing whoever will be watching this. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," I moan out.

Three large streams of cum sprayed out of my dick, large enough for the camera to see. I smile, and glance at my hand. I bring it to my mouth and lick the cum coating it (I only did it per request from one viewer on the last vid).

I admit, it tasted okay.

I took a breath before ending the video. I washed off the cum off me before going out.

I walk down the aisle to my room. But as I near it, I'm hearing... moans. "Ohhh fuck, kuyaaa," I'd recognize that voice anywhere.

A/N: "Kuya" is the Filipino word of respect to address an older brother. 

The door was slightly ajar, so I took a peek. Expecting something else entirely, what I saw changed how I saw him. My younger brother Jordan is jerking off to my underwear.

"Fuck, that's hot," What? I whispered under my breath. I wanted to look away, but I can't. My dick tented against the towel at this sight.

"Kuyaaa," Jordan moans once more. He has taken my underwear in his mouth. His dick starting to leak precum. All the while I'm starting to rub myself against the fabric of my towel.

Screw this. I barge in my room. Jordan freezing with my underwear on his head, hand on his dick. "Really? In my room?"

"Kuya, I can explain..." he said. What was in front of me wasn't Jordan. His build was the same as mine: lean but somewhat muscular. His beige skin sparkled against the light with the help of his sweat. His hand and his dick were coated in precum. Even, I was blushing.

I clear my throat. "You don't have to," I came into the room and clicked the lock. "I've been watching."

Lust already took over me. I took off my towel. I saw his eyes widen, darting its gaze to my twitching cock in front of him. A tiny bit of drool dripped on the side of his lips.

"You want this, don't you," I tease him as I held my cock to his flushed face. He nodded. There's no turning back on this, now. "Go for it," I said.

Jordan hesitated. Eyes still glued to mine. But once he looked down, his hands started to coat around my shaft. He starts jerking it off, watching it grow harder on his touch.

Precum started to leak on my dick. We've gone too far to stop. He started licking the tip, tasting the precum. "Oh god," I moaned. Never knew I was sensitive there. I thought. Slowly, he was shoving my dick in his mouth, inch-by-inch.

"Watch... the teeth-fuckk," I said in between moans. His mouth is so warm. Not bad. Not that I had my dick sucked already. I never thought my first time would be my brother.

"Fuck, kuya," He pulls out. He starts jerking my dick off. Mouth slightly open, as if waiting for my cum.

Jordan wouldn't wait long. I was close.

Too close.

"Ohhhhh, fuckkkkk," I moaned out. Streams of cum landed on my younger brother's face, some even landing on his mouth.

I caught up with my breath. Jordan's eyes lit up, as if his hunger was satisfied.

"Fuck, that felt good," I said. At that time, it did.

"Was it okay?" he asked, worryingly.

"I just never thought that you would be my first time, though," I assured him as I grabbed my towel and sat on my bed.

Jordan sat on the floor, his back leaning on the side of the bed. It feels... weird. We're brothers. We shouldn't be doing what we just did.

"I'm gay," he said. But I never cared whether he was straight or gay or whatever, as, to be honest, I was confused with mine. "But I never thought that I would have sexual feelings for my brother."

To be honest, you just awakened mine, Jordan.

He looked up, "What?"

I looked at him and immediately realized, "I said that out loud, didn't I?"

"Clear as day," Jordan replied, somehow with a smile on his face.

"Hey," I don't know what came in my mind when I suggested this. I nudged my knee to his shoulder "Mom and Dad don't have to know. If you want to experiment with me, its fine."

He turned to me, "You mean it?"

There's really no turning back now. "Yeah. I mean it."

He launched into me and gave me a hug. I guess he just wanted someone to understand him. "Thank you, kuya," he said.

"Anytime, Jordan," I hugged him back.

He let go and wore his pants and shirt. I just sat there, looking at him as he walked out of my room.

We were lucky. It's a good thing Mom and Dad always go out of the house on Saturdays. This is so incestuous...

and exciting.