Date: Mon, 6 Mar 2023 17:32:57 +0000 (UTC) From: Jason Smith Subject: Through The Keyhole - Part 1 Through The Keyhole - Part 1 This story & those that follow are completely fictional. Any likeness is purely coincidental. More parts to come soon. I'd love to know what you think & if you enjoyed it. Jasonsmith135@yahoo.com Please consider donating to Nifty so we can keep this great site going! *********************************************** I could hear them talking through the wall. My older brother and his best friend. They were always together. Always hanging out. Always doing - well, who knows what. Because they never let me hang out with them. Roddy was 2 years older than me. A bit taller, a bit more muscles, and a good bit cooler than me. When we were alone, just the two of us, he was okay. We could hang out even. But anytime he was with his friends, you could forget about it. He was.. well, to be honest... He was a dick. To me at least. I had always looked up to him. Like I said: taller, muscly, cooler. He was pretty much everything I wanted to be. Except I totally wouldn't be a dick to my title brother. If I had one. When he started playing sports, I started playing sports. When he started lifting weights in the garage, I started lifting weights. When he started walking around the house in just his boxers on the weekends, I did the same. What I'm getting at is, I wanted to be just like Roddy. And I figured if I copied everything he did, maybe I would start to be like him. The problem was, I didn't know how he hung out with his friends. I was never able to join along. He'd always tell me to "piss off" or "just leave us alone" whenever he had company. I could never break that barrier and just hang out with the guys. I had a few friends, but not any best friends that were guys. None that I could invite over like Roddy did with his friend Sam. The one time I invited my sort-of guy friend, Liam, over he mumbled some quick excuse about his mom saying he was grounded. (Un-fun fact: he posted a picture the next day of him hanging out with another friend the next day.) I guess I didn't know how to interact with other guys very well. I never know what to say, or how to act for that matter, so I usually just end up being quiet. That's why (well at least one of the reasons) I want to see how Roddy does it. See how he acts around Sam, what they do, what they talk about. See what they always get up to when they're together. I know video games are a big part of it. I can hear them playing COD a lot of the time. Having our bedrooms share a wall and also have a shared bathroom in between was good and bad. Bad because I could always hear them having fun and hanging out without me, but also good because I could eavesdrop a little to kind of see what was going on in the room that I wasn't allowed in. A lot of the time after they would go close up in Roddy's room, I would sit on the floor with my ear pressed against the shared wall listening for anything I could make out. If I heard the video games start up, I knew they'd be at it for a few hours. Sometimes I would still listen to see if I could hear what they might talk about. But usually with COD, it ended up being a rotation of: "Die Motherfucker!" "Got you, you son of a bitch!" "Take that, you pussy ass pansy!" There was a lot of cursing, okay? After spending too long listening to all of this, I would retreat to my bed, read a book, do homework or something to pass the time. As soon as I would hear the video games stop, I would run across the room and place my ear back against the wall, hoping, wishing to hear anything else. This is where I found myself today, once again. Ear against the wall after hearing the Xbox shut down. It was still early in the afternoon. Usually the video games go much longer than this. What are they going to do now? I strained my ear, visualizing the sound waves in my mind that they might make their way through the walls and into earshot. "Bro, do you wanna... Ya know.." That was Roddy. "I mean, I won't say no," laughed Sam. "Even though I already did it today." Roddy laughs, "Haha, so did I." I hear the two of them burst into laughter. I have to back my ear off the wall a bit because of how loud they are for a moment. Once I hear them calm down a bit, I return to my position. "Okay, grab those earphones off the desk while I get it set up. We'll have to share," Roddy told Sam. "Got `em. Are you sure the door is locked?" "Yeah, I always lock it as soon as I come in. Hey, what about this one?" Roddy asked. "Oh hell yeahhhh dude!" Sam shouted enthusiastically. "Shhhh!" Roddy whisper-yelled. "Dude, be quiet. I don't want anyone to hear." "My bad, my bad. Yeah, click that one." And then.. nothing. I couldn't hear anything else after that. It went silent all of a sudden except some rustling around. I could hear them moving and walking and then it went very quiet. This has happened a few times before when they get together. They're laughing, talking, hanging out, and then all of a sudden it gets quiet and I have no clue what they're doing. I've thought before that they maybe took a nap or something. Roddy takes naps sometimes on the weekend, especially if I hear him stay up late playing video games. But surely they're not both taking a nap right? Who invites a friend over and then takes a nap? They were also being pretty Lou right before. Surely they didn't fall asleep that fast. So that theory was out. I was going to have to resort to plan #2. I've used this method once or twice before to spy on my brother. I wouldn't say I'm proud of it, per se, but it comes in handy in times like this. Since we have a bathroom that joins our two rooms, we each have a door that opens from our rooms to the bathroom. I noticed once when using the bathroom one night, that the keyhole to the lock on his bathroom door lets in light. When I got done, I squatted down and lined my right eye up to the keyhole and could make out a little bit of Roddy's room. Knowing this, I thought it might give me a little insight to what they were up to in there. I slowly creaked my bathroom door open, and tiptoed across the tile floor to Roddy's door. Sure enough, it was closed. I got close, and kelt in front, lining my eye up just like I've done before, half expecting not to see anything. But there they were. The line of sight from the keyhole lined right up to Roddy's bed. Sam was laying on my brother's bed with Roddy's laptop sitting on the bed by his knees. All I could see was his upper body and face from the way the laptop was positioned. He had one of the earphones in his hear and was watching the laptop intently. They must be watching a movie. I wonder why they need the earphones though. It wouldn't be weird for them to watch a movie. However, it was interesting they weren't watching on the tv like they usually did. But that's all I can see. Just Sam sitting on the bed with the laptop. Where's Roddy? I couldn't see him anywhere in my line of view. Just as that thought enters my mind, Roddy walks right past the door causing me to lose sight of anything for a split second. He had walked out of his closet and made his way to his bed. He paused for just a second before climbing up onto his bed and laying down next to Sam. He picked up the other earphone laying on the bed and put it into his ear while saying, "Damn dude. Didn't even wait for me to start it. Then he slid his hand down his shorts. Now this wasn't unusual. Roddy's hand usually ended up in his pants at some point (or several times) throughout the day. Especially on the weekends around the house. I've noticed it as we were growing up. It was almost like it was a comfort thing. Sometimes he would slide his hand under the waistband of his shorts, or boxers if he was only in his underwear and rest his wrist against the elastic. I had seen from watching sports on tv, and during some of me and Roddy's own sports games - that was a common thing that guys did. Especially the older they got. They'd always be adjusting their junk. For some guys, it was almost like a tic or something, constantly touching their package. Roddy wasn't quite that bad. But it definitely wasn't uncommon for him to have a hand down the waistband of his shorts while watching a movie. My mom hates it, and often scolds him when he does it while she's in the room. But Dad always tells her to leave him alone, that he's just doing what all guys his age do - which apparently is having their hand down their pants. I dunno. It wasn't a habit that I had acquired, at least not yet. But maybe I should? Would that make me fit in? I realized that I was in my head and zoned out and finally reoriented my focus to what I was squatting on the bathroom floor for. Roddy was still on the bed, laying next to Sam with his hand down his pants. But what he did next was not something I'd seen him do. He used his thumb to hold the waistband of his shorts down while he pulled his penis out of his shorts. My eyes got wide and my mouth fell open. He had his penis out in front of Sam! Why would he do that? What would Sam think? Would he be freaked out? At this point, Roddy grabs the laptop to bring it closer to their faces. As he does, the view opens up for me to see that Sam also has his penis out. (Not penis. Dick. Roddy told me to stop calling it a penis. That it was called a dick.) Roddy had his dick out. Sam had his dick out. They both had their dicks out. They were both on Roddy's bed. They both were watching whatever was on the laptop. The longer I watched (Okay, I know it's weird that I was watching okay, but my mind was blown. It was racing and I couldn't look away) I realized that they didn't just have their dicks out, they were rubbing them. My brother and his best friend were rubbing their dicks next to each other. And neither of them acted like it was weird. But this was weird, right? Mom definitely doesn't like it when I say this, but.. What the fuck is going on???