Brad was getting bored, and hungry. He saw the pizza delivery guy drive away from his corner upstairs bedroom. He climbed out a window, down the drain pipe and went around to the front of the house. He noisily unlocked the door, stomped around in the entry, then headed toward the sound of the TV coming from the basement.
Bruno heard the door and footsteps. Rick must've come back, he thought
Brad was halfway down the stairs, when he shouted, "Chad, thought about you home alone, and came to sur- hey, who are you, and where the fuck is Chad!"
"Huh? Uh, oh, you must be Brad. Chad said you were away at college. I'm his good buddy Bruno!"
"Yeah? Where's Chad?"
Bruno who was now standing wearing only his tented Speedo and a tank top, glanced over to the can on the coffee table next to the pizza box and six pack of beer from Chad's fridge , then to his jeans, shirt and jacket on the end of the sofa.
"It doesn't matter. I'm hungry, thirsty and horny, we'll wait and watch porn, eat pizza, drink beer, and get to know each other better, eh, Bruno?"
Bruno stuttered, "Yeah, sure."
He wondered if Rick knew Brad was coming, that would explain his absence. He'd check Chad's texts later, maybe Brad or his folks texted? Rick should've given him a heads up.
Brad said, "I'm overdressed, and you're probably getting cold, so I'll turn up the heat."
Brad shucked his shirt, shoes and pants after cranking the basement thermostat, and plopping down thigh-to-thigh with Bruno like they were best buds. He popped a can of beer with one hand, and draped his other arm across Bruno's shoulders, pulling Bruno close to him.
"Any bud of Chad's is my bud too," Brad said squeezing Bruno closer, "So what are we watching?"
Bruno had paused the video stream on the TV so only a muscular pair of butt cheeks filled the screen. Bruno wasn't sure how Brad would react when he unpaused it.
Bruno lied, "Not sure. I was channel surfing."
Brad said, "Cool, let's see." He grabbed the remote, and the butt on the screen began to move. Brad took a drink of beer, and squeezed Bruno closer.
Bruno was sweating. Chad's big bro was hot. He grabbed a slice of pizza to cover his tenting Speedo. Brad watched from the corner of his eye. He glanced at the double ended fleshlight on the end table. He smiled. He'd get his rocks off one way or another tonight.
"Could you hold this?" Brad said handing Bruno his can of beer, while keeping his arm firmly around Bruno's shoulders. Brad peeled off his underwear, and said, "Ah, that feels better. You should always enjoy porn in the nude. Bruno, why don't you let me help you out of that Speedo?" Without waiting for a reply, Brad reached over and pulled Bruno's Speedo down his thighs. Bruno stammered unintelligibly, and focused on not spilling his beer.