Dillon grabbed his jacket and bag and left for school. Immediately after he shut the front door, Elliott
peeked out of his own room. He grinned and ran straight for his brother's room. Elliott pushed open the door
and went to Dillon's closet. After rummaging for a good few minutes, Elliott grabbed a shirt and smiled as he
turned toward the door. In the corner of his eye, he noticed the discarded box. The box was on his brother's
bed before. Elliott walked over and picked up the box.
"I wonder what was in here..." Elliott turned the box and felt around in but couldn't get a hint of what was
in there. Shrugging, he tossed the box back in the corner. He too had unknowingly contracted the Contagion.
Elliott went back into his room and laid the borrowed the shirt on his bed with the rest of his clothes. When
at home, Elliott enjoyed walking around in his boxers. It somehow gave him a sense of freedom that he
couldn't find elsewhere, but now that Dillon was gone, he could have even more freedom. Elliott quickly
stripped himself of his boxers, tossing them in a pile of discarded clothes on the ground. Elliott looked at
the clock and realized that he still had a few hours before class.
"Well, if I have time..." Elliott grinned and laid on his bed. He grabbed his soft 4 inch dick and began to
play with it. He leaned back and shut his eyes, imagining a series of hot naked bodies. Elliott considered
himself a straight guy, but whenever it came to jacking off, he couldn't help but imagine some of his athletic
friends... who happened to be guys. As he continued to stroke himself, he got harder and harder. His hard on
stood erect at a full 6 inches. He began to stroke faster and faster. He couldn't help but to bite his lip,
stifling a small moan. In an instant, he came over his chest. He released a sigh of relief and grinned. As
he cleaned himself up, he hadn't realized that he had just rubbed the Contagion over his dick as well.