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The GreenMount Chronicles, Chapter 12 "Caught II"

Confusion. It was an understatement.

Roger had seen something he hadn't meant to, and he hadn't expected it to make him feel so confused. Ever since the four of them had played together, he had been thinking about it frequently. He was concerned because he didn't want to think of himself as gay. He didn't want to like guys. But what they had done felt good. He didn't want to regret it. At the time it had seemed like innocent fun. Just some guys fuckin' around.

But seeing Mike and Victor in the bath together gave things a totally different twist. Admittedly he was jealous - he had no idea that anyone was still doing anything and Mike was his best friend - surely he should have told him, or offered to play with him.

Not just that, but he'd been licking the rabbit's footpaws. It didn't seem gross or unpleasant to him, as he thought it might. (After all, it was clean in the water and all.) But it had made him fundamentally aware that things were going on around him which he knew nothing about. People he knew were exploring things without him. And it wasn't a good feeling.

He didn't want to confront Vic about it, and Mike probably didn't even know anything was wrong. So he decided to talk to his big brother about it.

His big brother was Craig, known to his friends as "Mace". He was in college, a big guy, really into football. He could be a total prick sometimes, but lately he'd started hanging out with his friend Rock - another big jock type - and he'd really mellowed out. A couple of times he'd confided in Craig for advice, and his brother always seemed willing to help him out.

His room was in the corner of the house, and the door was closed, like always. There was music playing - if you could call it music - and there was some noise coming from inside. Muffled noise. Like voices.

Roger hesitated for a moment. He had a funny feeling about going in without knocking, but on an impulse, he turned the knob and pushed open the door.

It took a few seconds before Mace realized he wasn't alone, and in that time Roger saw everything.

Mace and Rock were kneeling on the bed, naked, save their white socks (Rock with a hole in one, a big dark furry toe sticking out), facing each other. Mace was leaning forward and kissing Rock deeply, while the wolf had one hand wrapped around Mace's cock, sliding it up and down slowly, turning his hand slightly, like he was opening a door.

Mace had his hands on Rock's body, one roaming over his chest, one gliding down his abs and cupping his furry balls.

Roger was frozen, just as he had been last time, at Mike's house, but this was different still, this was no simple game. He didn't know how long he would have stood there watching the wet pink of Mace's shaft throbbing, and the pink of Rock's tongue sliding into Roger's mouth, but the door creaked.

Mace turned his head and his jaw dropped open. "Roger, what the fuck are you doing here?!"

Roger noticed he had pulled his hands away from Rock, but Rock was still jerking him off, rubbing his pole even as he cast a disinterested glance at the Roger.

"I... I'm sorry," Roger stammered. "What are _you_ doing?"

"Fuck," Mace said, breathing heavy, and his abs tensing in response to the handjob. "I don't believe this. Look Roger... umm..."

He looked at Rock. "Stop," he growled, in pleasure rather than in anger.

"No," Rock said. "He barged in on _your_ room. He's already seen us, anyway. Why stop now?"

Mace gained some of his resolve back. "Yeah," he said. "Look bro, guys do this sometimes. We... help each other out when we need it." Roger could see he was flailing, looking for some excuse to explain it, and he wasn't very convincing.

Mace put a hand on Rock's shoulder. "P... please bud... stop... or I'm gonna cum..."

"No," Rock repeated, and he looked at Roger. "If he didn't wanna see, he'd be gone already."

Mace hunched over and grunted. His shaft twitched in Rock's hand and it shot out his cum -- it hit the wolf's erect cock on the side, and the white stuff ran down, splattering the dark skin. Mace winced with pleasure and arched his chest out, shooting again. His manhood forced out several shots of cum while Rock tugged on it, milking it.

Roger was vaguely aware that he was still gripping the doorknob. The thought that stuck in his mind, repeating over and over was, "I'm watching my brother cum... I'm watching my big brother cum." And he did watch them, the two big muscle guys on the bed. He felt unable to move.

When it was through, Mace rested his forearms on Rock's shoulders, and he leaned forward to kiss him. They kissed gently and tenderly. Not just like buddies who were helping each other out.

Mace looked at Roger. "Look bro... don't tell anybody. It ain't no big deal. Okay?"

Roger nodded. "Okay... I promise Craig, I won't say anything."

"Damn it, call me Mace, I told you that," said the big tiger.

He was about to say something else, but Roger didn't hear it; he shut the door behind him and ran into his bedroom.