Chad's mind was racing on overload. He was a frigging male stripper's shorts. When his brother Brad saved him from Bruno's waiting grasp, he had thought that hen was saved. Now Brad was jerking off a load of his cum into Chad. Maybe he didn't know Chad was his new masturbatory aid? Maybe he did?
Help me, Brad! Chad's mind screamed.
If Brad heard, he didn't let on.
"Please, Brad! Oh, gawd no, ew! Mmmm, hot ambrosia? Yuck, it's my big bro's cum and Im absorbing every drop! I'm a frigging cum rag!" He sobbed a bit. Then muttered, "and I think I really like being one?"
Brad closed his eyes. He had been rock hard since Max started gyrating his hips. He moaned as he pumped a hot load in his transformed kid brother.
Brad held up the soft dry bit of cloth. It had absorbed every drop of his cum. He held it to his face it was warm dry and clean. He muttered, "Amazing!" He inhaled. "It doesn't smell like me or Max exactly, but it does smell like a hot young sexy guy."
"Its me, Brad! It's Chad! Your brother Chad! Do you recognize the smell?"
"Smells like teen spirit! Teen Spirit makes me horny. Im hard again already!" Brad said.
He wrapped the shorts around his boner again and began to jerk off again.
"Oh, yeah! Max is so fucking hot. I miss plowing his sweet pass," moaned Brad.