MASON:

    The biggest change after moving to Stag Meadow Lane six months ago was that my brothers and I each got our own room for the first time. During the first fifteen years of our lives, Wyatt, Finn, and I shared one large bedroom, which our mother affectionately dubbed "the Triplets' Territory."

    At first, this was a lot of fun. All of our toys were there and we got to share everything we owned. Although our love for video games and superheroes brought us together, we also had distinct interests as well. From the get-go, Wyatt was always more into sports than the rest of us. I, on the other had, showed an interest in more girly toys sometimes; and my mom – being the best mom in the world – didn't think twice before buying me a couple of dolls that I played with occasionally.

    As the three of us got older and started to go through puberty, sharing a room became a LOT trickier. There was pretty much no privacy. Catching one another jerking off happened so much that it became normalized; it was something that my brothers and I just laughed off. Then, in middle school, when Wyatt and Finn began having their first girlfriends, they wanted some time alone in our bedroom with them. That, of course, was a pain in the ass. Many times, I found myself unable to retrieve a textbook because one of my brothers was making out with his girlfriend in the room. 

    Another upside to having my own room was that I got to sleep in more often now. My brother Wyatt had an annoying tendency of going out for a run first thing in the morning and waking us up with his super-early alarms. Today, I woke up by myself and took some time to stretch in bed and give my morning hard-on a few tugs. I walked to the window in my bulging boxer briefs, opening the blinds to check the weather. It was a sunny Monday morning, and I saw Wyatt standing in front of the next-door neighbors' house, probably on his way back from his morning run. I put my glasses on and saw that he was talking to Mrs. O'Hara, who stood in her front yard in an aggressively pink tracksuit. Wyatt, on the other hand, was wearing nothing but a pair of blue basketball shorts that were way too loose. They were literally hanging so low that I could see his fucking pubes, even from this distance! Honestly, I had no idea how he wasn't embarrassed to go out like that, but I guess if I had a body like his I would also be a lot more confident. 

    I took a minute to look at my brother, seemingly identical yet in much better shape that me. He'd definitely been for a run; there was sweat dripping down his pecs and abs, glistening in the morning sunshine. In my underwear, my cock was still hard as a rock. It throbbed a couple of times, and just as I gave it a reaffirming squeeze, Wyatt turned around and headed toward our house, his shorts sagging low enough to show me the top of his ass crack.

    I turned away from the window and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and shave. Even though my brothers and I had separate rooms now, we still shared a bathroom, which was no problem for us since showering and pissing in front of each other was absolutely no taboo. As I lathered up my face with shaving cream, Wyatt entered the bathroom without even knocking, giving me a nonchalant "Hey, good morning."

    The scent of my brother's sweat hit my nose as he passed close behind me. Thankfully he was unable to see the full hard-on I was sporting in my underwear. My brothers and I had caught each other with a morning boner plenty of times, and it was never a big deal; but I still felt embarrassed about it at times – possibly because I was the only one who was gay.

    Next to me, Wyatt casually slid down his loose shorts and reached into the shower to turn on the water. After waiting a moment for the spray to warm up, my brother stepped into the glass-walled shower and closed the door. Our bathroom in this house was nice, but sometimes I missed the curtained shower at our old place. I'd gotten used to jerking off in there since it was the one spot I was guaranteed privacy, and that had become part of my morning routine. I wouldn't stop even when Finn and Wyatt came into the room to piss or wash up; they couldn't see what I was doing so I'd just keep stroking, at times even cumming while talking to them.

    That was no longer an option now, but the clear glass shower came with other benefits. When standing at the sink like I currently was, the mirror in front of me offered a full view of the shower and whoever was in it.

    Looking at Wyatt naked was like seeing a picture of myself that had been photoshopped to look like a Greek statue. Everything seemed to be perfectly outlined, from delts to glutes, pecs to quads. Having aced anatomy in ninth grade, I could name most of the muscles in the human body, but my own lean body had almost no definition on any of them. Of course, Wyatt had been practically living at school and neighborhood gyms since he was 13, not to mention all the sports he played since he could run.

    Suddenly, I felt my cock throb, and I instinctively pushed my hips forward, pressing my erection into the edge of the sink. That just made my member swell up even more. I found myself watching in the mirror as my brother soaped up his muscular back. He ran his hands slowly over every part of himself, working up a lather and looking like some gratuitous beefcake scene in a cheesy movie. As he worked his fingers into the crevice between his rock-hard asscheeks, I pushed up against the sink again, squeezing my turgid cock between my body and the porcelain. 

    Wyatt turned around to rinse off his back and I was treated to a direct view of his chiseled abs, defined "cum gutters," as well as the meaty cock hanging between his legs. I'm not sure why I always felt jealous of Wyatt's dick. Mine was almost exactly the same, after all. From what I could tell, all three of us had always matched up exactly in both length and girth. My studly brother had recently taken to trimming his pubes and shaving his balls. He said it was a hassle but he did it because "girls prefer smooth nuts" and the shorter pubes made his dick look longer. I always rolled my eyes at that, how he treated it like it was some kind of favor to whoever was down there servicing him. At least Finn admitted that he shaved everything smooth because he liked how it felt. I'd been pondering whether to follow their lead and start manscaping but for now I had the fullest bush of the three of us.

    As Wyatt soaped up his chest and stomach, again moving slowly and sensually, I noticed his eyes were closed. Since he couldn't see me, I allowed one of my hands to drift down to the top of my boxer briefs. I massaged my cockhead through the fabric and felt a little bit of wetness there. Lately, I'd started to make more precum when I jerked off – a lot more, to the point where I didn't even need to reach for the lotion I kept in my nightstand drawer.

    The feeling of my fingers on my most sensitive area just got me even more worked up. Unable to resist, I pushed down the front of my waistband so that I could get some skin-on-skin contact. As Wyatt began to tug on his nuts a little as he soaped them up, my fingertips rubbed my sticky precum all around my cockhead. Glancing up briefly at my brother's face to make sure his eyes were still closed, I quickly brought my fingertips to my mouth and snuck a taste of my own juices.

    I'd become a big fan of the salty tang of precum after that first cautious taste a few months ago. Since we'd hit most of our developmental milestones at the same time, I could only assume my brothers' cocks were leaking more precum now, too. Not for the first time, I wondered if either of them had discovered the pleasures of sampling their own. It felt especially naughty, doing this with Wyatt just a few feet away. I was getting so worked up that I knew I needed to blow my load soon.

    Right at that moment, the bathroom door opened and Finn burst in, walking past me as he headed for the toilet. The last one up as usual, he was still in the thin, loose boxers that he wore to bed. I quickly brought my hand back up to my face and resumed shaving, neglecting to tuck the end of my cock back into my underwear. Finn was facing away from me, so he didn't notice what was going on. Which was a good thing, because I realized that things were past the point of no return and I was going to blow my load.

    "Who's driving to school today?" Finn asked, addressing both Wyatt and me.

    "I'll do it," Wyatt answered from the shower. He'd turned around and I could see his ass again in the reflection. My eyes shot over to Finn standing at the toilet, and since he'd tugged the front of his boxers down to piss, the waistband was halfway down his ass in the back. Staring at both of my brothers' backsides, I started to cum.

    I panted a heavy breath with each wad of jizz that shot out into the sink. Somehow, cumming without a hand on my cock felt even hotter! The sink was a dark blue color, and my teenage cum stood out as I continued to spurt more ropes of it.

    "But I gotta be back right after class," Wyatt continued. "I need to mow the O'Haras' lawn."

    I was cumming so fucking hard, that a few spurts even arced over the basin and landed on the faucets.

    "You need to mow their lawn on a Monday? Why didn't you do it over the weekend?" Finn asked, sounding a little confused.

    "I dunno, Mrs. O'Hara asked me to do it today," Wyatt replied tersely as the last spurt of my cum landed in the sink. As I recovered from my intense orgasm, I finally pulled the front of my boxer briefs back up over my dick and I resumed shaving. I intended to rinse off my razor a moment later, which would also allow me to quickly clean up the mess I'd just made.

    However, before I had a chance to do that, I heard the toilet flush and suddenly Finn was standing next to me at the sink. He reached for his toothbrush with one hand, and my heart almost stopped as I watched him turn on the cold water faucet with the other one. His fingers smeared my jizz around on the handle as he turned it.

    The odd sensation didn't go unnoticed, and Finn pulled his hand back and stared at his newly sticky fingers for a second. I was completely frozen with the razor in one hand, staring at my brother's face as I watched him glance down at the sink with a curious expression. I saw his eyes get bigger, and then I noticed his gaze move to my crotch. Looking down, I saw that a some cum had leaked from my piss slit and left a dime-sized stain on the fabric that covered the tip of my still-mostly-hard cock. There was really no possible explanation besides the obvious one – I'd just blown a load across the fixtures and basin we all shared.

    Glancing back up at Finn, I found him looking me right in the eye, a goofy smile on his face. He winked at me in a conspiratorial way and proceeded to put his cummy fingers under the running faucet and rinse them off. Then, he grabbed his toothpaste and continued with his morning routine without saying anything to me other than,

    "You havin' a good morning, bro?"​