Little Sheldon's Big Brother
Usual disclaimers apply. I am not involved with the show "Young Sheldon." I don't own these characters. This is pure fiction. I welcome your comments
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Georgie was excited that his Mom and the twins were gone for a whole two week to visit their Aunt in Arizona. Georgie and his Dad had gotten out of it because they couldn't miss football camp (Georgie was on the team and his dad George was the coach). He would miss his Mom's cooking and the way she babied him all the time, but he could use a break from his smart mouthed sister and his know-it-all genius little brother. But the best part of the whole thing was getting to walk around the house for two whole weeks. Freedom.
His Mom and siblings had barely pulled away in the station wagon when Georgie stood up on the sofa next to his Dad who was seated in the easy chair nearby and began to unbuckle this jeans.
"Boy, what are you doing?" his Dad said, looking up from his newspaper.
Georgie smiled, barely acknowledging his dad as he stepped out of his pants and yanked his t-shirt over his head, exposing his smooth, muscular torso and defined legs. "Are you kidding? For the next two weeks, its guys only around here, which means one thing. Pants-free zone" Georgie put his hand on his hip while extending his other arm out (still clutching his clothes) and pointing at his father. As Georgie smiled and turned to go to his room, the elder George couldn't help but feel a twinge in his own underwear. He didn't know what to make of that.
The next day, when George, Sr. got up to make coffee before getting ready to go to football camp, he staggered out to the kitchen in his sweatpants and t shirt to find his son Georgie seated in the kitchen dressed only in tight white briefs and mismatched dirty white socks. The boy's legs were spread wide apart and the father couldn't help but notice the son's ample bulge. "Still with the underwear?" he said to his son. The boy didn't look up from his bowl of cereal. "You know it Dad. And since mom isn't here to do the laundry, I may be wearing even less in a couple of days." George, Sr. again felt that twitch. "I'm telling you Dad, you need to get on board. You know mom never lets anyone run around in their drawers. She thinks it's `unseemly'." George, Sr. smirked before pulling his sweatpants down and stepping out of them, now standing in the kitchen in his t-shirt and his own tight white undies. "Better?" George, Sr. asked his son smugly. "Feels like freedom, don't it?" Georgie said, returning to his cereal.
Football camp was tough on Georgie, but he always had so much fun on the field he barely noticed. After a long day of running plays, George drove them home where they stopped for burgers on the way home. Georgie gorged himself on two burgers and two fries and a milkshake. They talked about the plays and who was strong and who needed work. George really enjoyed spending time with Georgie. It was nice to get some one-on-one with him. He loved his family, but it was loud and crazy most of the time. When they pulled into the driveway, Georgie said he was going to spend the rest of the night in front of a tv. George reminded him, "Not until you shower boy because son, you stink." Georgie smiled with pride at this. George couldn't help but notice how handsome his son was. Especially in his beat up practice clothes. A pair of sweats cut above the knee into shorts. A right t shirt cut above the navel, exposing his midriff. As they stepped into the house, George reminded Georgie, "now that's your only good jock strap....so let me have your practice clothes and I'll wash them tonight so you have them tomorrow for camp."
Georgie turned at smiled at his Dad. George thought this smile was a little more than the usual smile, like when Georgie was up to something. Georgie locked eyes with his dad as he peeled his shirt off over his chest, again exposing his fit, muscular chest and arms. George felt like he should look away, but he couldn't. Instead he watched as his son slid his shorts down and peeled off his socks (having kicked off his sneakers the moment he had walked in the door). Georgie never looked away as he cast his socks on top of the shirt and shorts now piled in the floor and stood up, now only wearing a white jock strap with a red band. Georgie looked his father dead in the eye as he slyly said, "The jock too, right Dad?"
George was dumbstruck and couldn't look away. He realized for the first time that this boy he remembered wasn't a boy at all, but a full grown man. Especially in certain areas. George could only manage to nod in the affirmative. Georgie, who was clearly playing a game with his old man, smiled again as he slowly peeled down his sweaty jock. He bent over to slide it off his feet and then stood again so his dad could get a good look. Georgie was in short, magnificent. His long hair was now so long it almost curled. His face was slender with start features. His chest was defined and firm. His abs were well defined. His smooth chest and stomach led to a small patch of hair that started at his naval and lead to a thick patch of dark brown hair sprouting from his thick cock. His cock was impressive for a man of any age, but especially such a young man. It was semi-engorged, but thick and heavy, so it pointed straight down at the ground. It was thick, and even soft nearly obscured the heavy nuts behind it.
Georgie let his dad take a long look before he finally bent over, grabbed the pile of dirty clothes, and handed them to his dad. George, the trance finally somewhat broken, took the clothes as Georgie deposited his dirty jock on the top of the pile, "Thanks Dad. I'm gonna hit the shower."
George caught a whiff of Georgie's jock strap and was shocked to discover that it wasn't entirely bad. Georgie slowly walked out of the room toward the bathroom while George tried to regain his composure. He heard the shower start down the hall as he took the dirty laundry to the machine. He was about to start the laundry but hesitated, not wanted to make the shower run hot by turning on the washing machine. Instead, he found himself drawn toward the sun of the shower. He walked slowly down the hall and noticed that the bathroom door had been left open. He stopped short of the door and found himself stripping off his own clothes. He stripped down to his underwear, even removing his shirt. Now naked except for his white briefs, he stepped quietly forward so that he could look into the bathroom.
George saw what he secretly hoped and somehow knew what he would see. The shower was running, and Georgie was in the shower, but he wasn't bathing. Georgie was standing, leaning against the back wall of the shower in such a way that from his vantage point in the hallway, his father could see him fully. As the waters washed over his chest and down his muscular frame, Georgie was gently masturbating. George couldn't look away.
As his father watched, Georgie slowly slid his hand up and down his own cock. Georgie was hung, a thick seven inches, and the head of his cock was especially sensitive. Rather that full, long strokes up and down his shaft, Georgie's method was more of a slow rhythm focusing mostly at the head and just below it. With his other hands he gentle touched his nipple. Georgie stared through his dad. It was clear to both of them what was happening. It wasn't an accident. He knew he was being watched. He was putting on a show.
George watched Georgie for a long time and could tell when Georgie was getting close. George, powerless to look away, just stood there, only in his undies, as his son began to grunt softly. Georgie's body tensed up and Georgie made a loud moan as his cock began to spurt hot white jizz. At the last second, Georgie aimed his thick cock up so that the cum splattered his firm, toned tummy before being quickly washed away by the water. When Georgie finally recovered from his orgasm, he smiled again and giggled a little bit before finally turning away from his dad and toward to shower head and continued actually cleaning up.
Once Georgie was finished, George didn't know what to do with himself, but felt he should now look away. As his son continued showering, George walked into his own bedroom and lay down. He wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't believe what he had just watched his son do. But he also felt a bizarre urge. He had never looked at a man like that, never had even a thought about a man, especially his own son, but he had liked it. He had wanted to watch. He had wanted to touch. George also felt his own cock, now fully erect, straining against his undies. As he lay there, he heard the shower turn off and the rustle of a towel. Part of him hoped that Georgie just went off to his room and never mentioned it ever again. And another part of him, a big part, wanted nothing more than for Georgie to come into the bedroom. George's heart skipped a beat when Georgie walked stepped into the room, fully nude, drying himself.
Georgie smiled and sat on the bed next to his father. George didn't know what to do, so he did nothing, just looked at his son as he smiled back at him. Georgie didn't speak either. Instead, Georgie looked down at his father's bulging underpants and giggled again like he had moments earlier in the shower. George had been fit like his son when he was younger too, but over the years he had put on weight and gotten out of shape. If Georgie was bothered by this he made no indication. Instead, Georgie grabbed his father's waistband and pulled them down, allowing George, Sr's cock to spring up. George also had a thick cock, but closer to six than seven inches like his son's. George wanted to speak, to protest, to beg Georgie to stop, to keep going, but he didn't have time. Instead, he watched, powerless, as Georgie took his cock into his mouth and began to quickly bob up and down.
The shock and surprise combined with the intense sensation gave George very little time to react. Instead he merely looked down at his son, whose bright eyes stared back up at him, his mouth full of cock. Georgie never broke eye contact as he moved up and down. Very quickly (a speed he would have been embarrassed about if he had the capacity to think in this moment) George's cock exploded in his son's mouth. Georgie took the first two shots before swallowing hard and taking the rest. George grunted and moaned, but finally recovered as Georgie licked away the last of the cum and looked up.
Georgie smiled again as he stood up and turned to walk out of the room. Without turning around to look at this dad, Georgie spoke in a casual tone, "Thanks for the burgers, Dad. Oh, and I don't hear the washer running, so make sure you turn that on unless you want me going to camp tomorrow naked."