It was just then that James and Jeremy's dad entered the kitchen. Despite his glory days of being a bodybuilder model were long since over, David Mason still had an impressive physique, even more impressive than either of his sons. It was obvious where they had gotten their looks from. His large, round shoulders and thick, solid chest were the most prominent features on his massive body. His workout regimen with his sons kept his mass and bulk at a solid 280 pounds of pure muscle. He was, essentially, built like a tank.
He nodded at his sons before grabbing some bacon to reheat from the fridge, saying, "Great job last night, you two. Any plans for celebrating today?"
"Jeremy here first has to get a date to the dance tomorrow night," James teased, setting the box down by the kitchen sink. Despite how easy it was for either boy to score a date, Jeremy was less proactive about it than his more outgoing brother.
"Waiting until the last minute again, I see," David stated. "Not a wise move if you ask me."
"Does he ever not wait until the day before?" James ribbed Jeremy further. "It's not like it matters anyway. We're the hottest guys at school! Everyone wants to date us. We could ask anyone, and they'd say yes regardless of whether or not they already have a date."
"I wish that were true. It would certainly make it much easier," Jeremy replied, turning back to the newspaper.
It was at that moment James suddenly felt really weird. His stomach felt really full and warm to the touch. Without saying a word, he brushed past his dad, went into the nearby bathroom, and closed the door. He leaned over the toilet, feeling like he was about to throw up. Something traveled up his throat. James fought it as much as he could. His mouth opened on its own as a huge burp came out. When the burp ended, he felt his lips moving on their own but barely made a sound. He grunted and leaned against the wall, still feeling a little strange.
"You okay in there?" his dad asked through the door.
"Yeah," James lied. "I'm fine. Just taking a dump."
"No need to go into detail," David replied. "I get the picture." He turned away from the door. He rubbed the spot on his arm that tingled slightly when James brushed past him. He thought he had heard James burp really loudly in there, but he couldn't be sure. He glanced at his other son.
James had been right. His sons were very attractive. David silently admired Jeremy's strong back. No girl would be able to resist Jeremy. That thought made him frown slightly. For a brief moment, he felt a little jealous that the girls would receive Jeremy's attention. He brushed the thought quickly aside. But he couldn't help but be enthralled by Jeremy's contorting muscles as his son ate breakfast. He felt himself get a little hard. He knew he shouldn't be feeling like this. This was his son, for crying out loud! But he couldn't seem to get worked up about these seemingly new feelings.
But when Jeremy rubbed his shoulder with a slight grimace, David couldn't help saying, "Problem with your shoulder?"
"Just a little sore from last night."
"Let me massage it for you," David said eagerly, hopefully not too eagerly. "Allow these strong hands to rub that soreness out." David mentally kicked himself. That sounded stupid. He was becoming less concerned why he was acting like a kid around his crush.
"Uh, sure, okay," Jeremy replied, not really thinking about it. David tried not to run over to his son. He began kneading the muscles in the young man's shoulders, ignoring the slight tingle in his own hands.
As his dad rubbed his shoulder, Jeremy closed his eyes. Weird, yet enticingly good, sensations traveled along his body. It was like his dad was massaging his whole body, and his body would pulse slightly in response.
"That feels amazing!" Jeremy half said, half moaned. "Keep doing that!" His dad put more pressure, and Jeremy moaned involuntarily. He didn't care that he was getting aroused from his dad's wonderful strong hands touching him. The feelings in his body increased with each breath he took. He felt like his clothes were shrinking on him, tightening across his chest a little bit.
Hearing strange sounds in the kitchen, James left the bathroom and saw his dad's broad back. He thought he could hear his brother's voice, but why was he moaning like that? He couldn't see Jeremy.