Matt stared blankly at the Chronivac. There were his stats. Hm, his attention span wasn't all that great and he knew it. He must have put his stats in to keep track of him improvements after his workouts at the gym. He nodded his head. He knew the computer was important, but he couldn't quite think why. Now how did he turn this thing off? He pushed the on/off button on the monitor, and decided that turned it off. Then he grabbed his gym bag and headed to the gym, after spending a fifteen minutes checking himself out in the mirror, and fixing his hair with gel until he thought it looked okay. He looked down at his shorts, and decided they were a bit loose. So he checked in his drawers and found a smaller pair, and put them on instead. Assured after another 5 minutes in front of the mirror that his bulge was properly arranged, he left his room.
Justin, Matt's older brother was just getting back from his early morning run. He was on the football team at college, and a year older than Matt, and prior to Matt using the Chronivac he was a dumb jock. His buddies on the football team considered him a smart jock stud, but compared to his himbo brother Matt, Justin was a wimpy nerd. Matt immediately put his smaller muscled brother in a headlock and forced his face into Matt's crotch.
"Hey, bro, doesn't your coach always say you should have a morning protein shake?" Matt asked.
"F-oof,foo!" Justin shouted into Matt's crotch. Matt grinned, his brother was just getting him lubed up. Justin could feel Matt's cock stiffening through the thin nylon fabric, and began to slobber, "Nuf,nuh,Muff!" Justin struggled like a toddler in an adult's arms. He hated being abused by his kid brother this way. He started pounding on Matt's thighs and buttocks, and Matt tightened the headlock. Justin passed out. Matt lifted his brother like a rag doll and tossed him over his shoulder and headed back down the hall toward Justin's room. He had a wicked grin on his face.