Bryan rolled his eyes as he saw the white smoke start to billow out of the fireplace. What the hell was his father up to? He always said not to mess with fire, and now he's doing it! And why does he have that weird look on his face?
No matter, decided Bryan, as he went back into his room and lie down on his bed. He left the door open, and some of the strange-smelling haze began to creep into the room. What IS that stuff? It smells weird! He climbed out of bed, ready to ask his father what was up. He was really tired after a long day at school and his afternoon job, and when he stumbled over his pajama pants, he thought nothing of it. Until he reached the door of his bedroom and his pants fell down.
"Wha--?
That's not right, he thought, reaching down to pull them back up. His mind felt foggy and distant. As he bent down, he caught sight of his dick, tenting out the hem of the incredibly baggy tee-shirt he wore. I guess I forgot to jerk off today, he thought, suddenly consumed with the desire to do so. He kicked his pants aside and was about to pull his shirt off, when the neck hole slipped over his shoulders. A glance downward told him that the bottom of his shirt now dragged on the floor, but that didn't matter, except for that it was in the way of his masturbation. He shrugged it off and flung it away.
Like a madman, be reached for his straining cock and began rubbing, as if it were a matter of life and death. Nothing else mattered, not the strange looming quality everything had taken, not the fact that his light was on and his shades were up, not the fact that he was jerking off in his open bedroom doorway, where his father or younger brother could easily see him.