Spying on Lucas

Everyone is 18.

I’d always looked up to Lucas. He had this chill, magnetic energy that made people want to be around him, even if he shut people out most of the time. We weren’t super close, but I liked being near him, even if it meant just hearing him laugh through the wall.

Our house was a classic, one of those middle-class California homes where the walls weren’t exactly built for privacy. There was this little crack, a barely visible line where the drywall had pulled apart over time. I discovered I could peek through just a bit, not to snoop, really, but because I felt connected to him somehow. Like I was watching the older sibling I admired just being himself, unfiltered.

The crack in the wall wasn’t supposed to be my secret window into Lucas’s world. It wasn’t like I planned it or anything. But once I realized I could catch glimpses of him, just him, being himself in his own space, it was hard to look away. It felt like I was getting closer to him in a way I couldn’t in real life.

Lucas was always this enigma to me. He wasn’t the kind of brother who’d give you advice or knock on your door to ask how you were doing. He was distant, closed off, like he lived in his own universe. But through that crack, I saw him in a way no one else did. Late at night, when the house was quiet, I’d press my eye to the wall and watch him. Sometimes he’d just lie there, scrolling through his phone, his face lit by the soft glow of the screen. Other times, he’d get up and go through his little routine. Lifting weights, pacing the room, or just staring out the window like he was lost in thought.

And then there were mornings, which were... different.

This particular morning started like any other. The sun was barely up, casting a faint golden light through the blinds. I was lying in bed, half-asleep, when I heard movement from Lucas’s room. It wasn’t unusual for him to wake up early, but something about the way he moved, slow and deliberate, made me curious.

I pressed my eye to the crack, my heart pounding in my chest. What I saw made me freeze.

Lucas was lying on his bed, the sheets tangled around his waist. His chest was bare, his skin glistening faintly in the morning light. He was propped up on one elbow, his other hand moving under the covers. My breath hitched as I realized what he was doing. This was the first time I actually saw him jerking off. I had come close, but always left before I felt like I was invading his privacy. Today, though, felt different. I was drawn to it, and it didn't feel wrong, like he was putting on a show for me, as weird as that sounds.

His face was relaxed, his lips slightly parted as he let out a quiet sigh. His hand moved steadily, the rhythm slow but purposeful as he watched his phone intently. I could see the faint outline of his girth under the sheets, the fabric rising and falling with each stroke. My own body reacted instantly, a flush of heat spreading through me as I watched him.

I couldn’t look away.

I’d never seen him like this before, vulnerable, exposed, completely lost in the moment. It was like I was seeing a side of him that no one else got to see. A side that I was sure I wasn't supposed to see. But I couldn’t stop myself. My hand slipped into my own underwear, mirroring his movements as I watched him.

His breathing grew heavier, his movements more urgent. He bit his lip, his eyes fluttering shut as he reached the edge. He lifted up the blanket, completely blocking my view of the finishing fountain. My own body trembled as I followed him, my hand moving faster, harder, until I came with a stifled moan, and rushed away to clean up.

But that wasn’t the end of it.

Later that day, Lucas’s friend Chris came over. They were sitting on the floor, laughing about something I couldn’t quite hear. Chris was one of those guys who, like Lucas, always seemed to have it together, confident, charming, the kind of guy people wanted to be around. Lucas was different around him, more relaxed, more open.

I didn’t mean to spy on them again, but curiosity got the better of me. I pressed my eye to the crack, my heart racing as I watched them. They were sitting close, their shoulders almost touching. Chris was saying something about having a big dick, and Lucas was laughing, that same easy laugh I’d always admired. Through the hushed whispers I could make out just a few words, "Wanna bet?" "Should we compare?" "You know I'd win."

Lucas looked at Chris, his eyes more serious now. My breath caught in my throat as I watched them. Something was going to happen.

Chris’s hand moved to his crotch, making Lucas open his eyes wide, his fingers brushing against the inside of his thigh. I could see the outline of Lucas’s cock tenting the fabric of his shorts, hardening as he nervously watched Chris.

My own body reacted instantly, a flush of heat spreading through me as I watched them. I couldn’t look away.

"We need porn," Lucas said suddenly, a little too loudly.

Chris snapped out of his concentration, and pulled out his phone. He pulled something up and laid it down on the bed, starting to rub himself over his shorts.

Soon they were both hard under their shorts on the bed, touching themselves as they stared at a small screen between them. I felt like I was going to pass out when I saw Chris reach over and pull down Lucas' shorts with a quick motion. Lucas’s dick was thicker than the guys in porn even, just a fat dick that also had impressive length. The veins running along the shaft were thick and pronounced.

“Still think you’re bigger than me?” Lucas teased.

Chris laughed. “Let’s see about that."

Lucas took the challenge and reached for Chris’s waistband, his fingers fumbling with the button as he pulled his shorts down. Chris didn’t resist, his cock springing free, hard and already leaking

They were both fully hard now, their cocks standing side by side, the tips glistening in the dim light. Chris’s was also a nice dick, the head more round.

“Ok, you’re definitely longer,” Lucas said, his voice tinged with admiration.

“I don't think so. And you’ve got the girth too,” Chris replied, his hand suddenly wrapping around Lucas’s cock, making him flinch. His face suddenly became serious, and he looked Chris in the eye, reaching over to grip him back.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. My brother and his friend, comparing themselves, their hands wrapped around each other’s dicks as they stroked each other. It was surreal, like something out of a dream. 

They whispered something to each other, and Chris looked at the crack in the wall. I got a pang in my stomach, but quickly convinced myself they couldn’t see anything. Then, with his other hand, I saw Lucas grab his phone.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, pulling me out of the moment. I picked it up, my hands trembling as I read the message.

Lucas: You liking the show?

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I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. They’d seen me. They knew I’d been watching. My face burned with embarrassment, but before I could think of what to do, He texted me again.

Lucas: Come in 

My legs felt like jelly as I stood up, and I hesitated for a moment before opening the door. Chris jumped, startled by my sudden appearance, but Lucas just smirked. "It’s chill," he said, his voice calm and reassuring.

Chris looked between us, confused but too caught up in the moment to question it. "What’s going on?" he asked, his hand still wrapped around Lucas’s cock.

"Come sit with us," Lucas said, nodding toward the bed. My hands trembled as I obeyed, my eyes darting to the porn still playing on the phone between them. I could hardly believe this was happening.

"So, you gonna whip it out and compare with us?" Chris said with a grin, his confidence returning. My boner sprang free as I pulled down my shorts, and I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement, but then shame at realizing that I was not nearly as big as the two studs in front of me.

"Nice," Lucas said, as he and Chris exchanged a glance. Then there was probably a full minute of me awkwardly watching the porn play on their phones, while they just held their dicks from the base, angled upward and slightly toward me. The tension got to my head and I looked over at Lucas, holding the biggest dick I could imagine as it stood assertively in the air. Chris matched his quiet energy. They didn't move, their dicks throbbing in the air. 

And they waited for me to realize what I was here for.

It finally hit me, and without thinking about it, I reached out, my hands shaking as I wrapped my fingers around Lucas’s thick cock, the other around Chris’s. They were both rock hard, their skin hot against my palms. I started stroking them, my movements shaky at first but growing more confident as I watched their faces.

"That’s it," Lucas murmured, his eyes half-lidded as he leaned back, enjoying the sensation.

"Fuck," Chris groaned, his hips bucking slightly into my hand as I rubbed in his precum firmly over his shaft.

The sound of their breathing filled my brain as I continued to stroke them. I could feel them throbbing in my hands, the pre-cum slicking my palms and making the strokes smoother. My own dick was aching, but I was too focused on them to touch myself. I rested on my elbows and gently humped the bed beneath me.

Then, without even thinking, I leaned forward, my lips wrapping around the head of Lucas’s cock.

"Shit," he hissed, his hand tangling in my hair as I took him deeper, my tongue swirling around his shaft. I could taste him, salty and warm, as I bobbed my head, sucking him with a hunger I didn’t know I had.

"Damn, he’s talented," Chris said, his voice strained as he watched.

I switched to him, taking his cock in my mouth and letting him thrust himself deeper. His hands gripped the sheets, his breath coming in short gasps as I sucked him. Lucas pushed my head down onto Chris, using me like a toy to jerk off his friend. I can’t believe he’s such a freak, I remember thinking to myself, just like me.

"Fuck, I’m close," Lucas groaned, his hips bucking into my hand. I let him go, knowing how to edge since I had been practicing on myself for a long time.

"Me too," Chris said, his voice tight as he grabbed my head.

I took them both in my hands again, and they scooted close together. I had seen enough porn to know exactly how I wanted to finish this fantasy. I was going to be the girl getting showered in pure male essence by some hot guys. I jerked them rapidly, as best as I could using a hand on each of them, as they both tried to push back into my mouth. I licked both of them while rubbing their dicks together, and soon Lucas’ big cock head spewed onto my face and tongue. Chris came a few seconds later and shoved my cummy mouth down onto his shaft, injecting his load directly into my throat. My dream that I didn’t even know I had came true. I eagerly swallowed what I could, and rubbed them both until they relaxed back, letting their brains return to normal after cumming. 

I pulled back, licking the bitter (but somehow tasty?) fluid off my lips, and catching my breath. I looked up at Lucas and Chris, my chest heaving, my face flushed.

"That was... intense," Chris said, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

Lucas just smirked, like he’d known this would happen all along. “Can you grab us some soda waters?”

I pulled up my shorts, tucking away my aching boner, while they stayed on the bed bottomless, grabbing their phones to do some scrolling. 

When I came back with La Croix for them, they each took one and they rolled over onto their stomachs, side by side. I looked at their bare asses, the back doors to their big, manly cocks, and suddenly felt a bit assertive.

“You want me to take care of the other side?”