Girls Watching Guys Ch. 03

After a much prolonged effort of standing there, he finally began to pee, and I was beside myself with how interesting it looked, this stream of water shooting out of that tiny, visible hole, while he held his little hose in his hand, pointing the water wherever he wanted it to go. For the entire time he stood there peeing, I didn't once take my eyes off the end of his dick, and the busy stream that came from it. As the flow petered out, I watched with great interest as he began to squirt a few last, short streams, and then began an extensive procedure of shaking his little hose, which bounced back and forth. Then he squeezed it multiple times. He wiped the end with a little toilet paper, squeezing it one last time and then flushed the toilet. Watching him "finish up" in this extensive way of handling himself seemed even more exciting than just watching him pee.

At the most inopportune moment possible, the phone began to ring. With the bathroom door being open, and him not actually in the shower, I was afraid he would hear it and realize the door was open. So as quickly and quietly as I could I shut the door, and hastily tiptoed off to answer it. How dare someone disturb us in our moment of glory! To make it worse it was his friend Pete asking for Gary. Quickly I processed my options, either call Gary and risk ending the show of him masturbating, or lie and say he wasn't at home. I wisely chose the latter, and when the follow up question came of did I know where he was, I harshly responded, "I have no idea where he is, you think I keep tabs on his every move?"

I'm such a convincing liar, aren't I? I had been watching his every move for the past seven days, and I wasn't about to nip the fruits of my labor in the bud by having Pete interrupt my golden moment. Hanging up the phone I ever so gingerly made my return to the bathroom door, afraid at what I may have missed out on. Opening it ever so carefully this time, in case he was still out of the shower, I was shocked to see him standing in front of the sink, now even that much closer to me, affording yet a better view. And what was this? He stood in front of the sink brushing his teeth, with a fully erect penis! Did all that handling he did when he finished peeing make him that aroused?

When he was finished he stood upright and looked at his naked self in the mirror for a good bit. With delight I took in the view of his erection, so much closer and clearer to me than last week. Oh, the shape and curve of it, the wonderful size and fullness. I marveled that I could even see the blue veins running up its length. His helmet, now perched atop a full erection looked so proud and magnificent, with a wonderful clear drop of precum leaking from that mysterious and multifaceted little hole at the end. It was incredible how close to me he was as he stood there, I could see every wonderful detail of his manliness, and it forced my hand to press against my crotch to appease my horniness.

Oh my, how for even an instant could I have forgotten that little incident which had brought me to a loud and sudden orgasm at this very door last week? After observing himself, his left hand went down and picked up one of his balls, and rolled it around in his fingers. He was giving himself another genital exam. I had stood bewildered last week at seeing him do it, and now my heart pounded as I witnessed him playing upon his obvious medical fetish once again. I couldn't help but wonder if he did this every time he masturbated. Seeing him do this right in front of the sink while the shower was running made me realize that not only was I going to see his medical exam this close and personal, but he would probably also masturbate right there in clear view as well. My finger pushed down harder yet upon my clitoris at this thought. I was fighting a losing battle.

He every so gently examined one ball for a lengthy time, and then took his other nut in his hand, feeling it in exactly the same detailed way. He then went to playing with the actual skin of the scrotum, which was particularly interesting for me to watch. Then he did what he hadn't done last time, he actually "examined" his penis. Being erect I guess it would take longer to do than if he was flaccid, but it did take a long time as he felt its entire length. He ran his finger over that little pink ring three quarters of the way up his shaft, and then began to check out his wonderful soft helmet, squeezing it multiple times. He then spread it apart, clearly opening that little pee hole up wide. Fortunately for me it bent slightly to the right when he did this, giving me a much better view of it as I stared down that hole into the darkness of his erection. Ooh, that felt so dirty to see that!

Last but not least he grabbed his balls again, turned his head away and coughed multiple times, simulating the hernia check. He seemed to get the most enjoyment out of this part of his little exam, I'm not sure why. As he finished up he seemed quite proud about himself at what he had just done, and then grabbed a bit of lotion out of the bottle on the sink. The moment of truth had come, as I awaited for him to spread it onto his erection.

He wasted no time, quickly rubbing it all over his dick and greedily stroking it back and forth. Oh, that wonderfully familiar motion of his hand that I had seen last week, but now so much closer and clearer as he stood in front of the sink. He very quickly paused for a second and did something I had certainly not expected. Of all the things I had watched him do with himself, this one took the cake. He grabbed his toothbrush, reached around and stuck it up his butt! I nearly screamed when I saw him do that. He turned slightly to the left for some reason which gave me a great view of it sticking right out of his butt, all that was left were the bristles. I was speechless at the sight of this. I still am, what an image! He moved it in and out a few times, and then quickly went back to pounding that wonderful organ of his, toothbrush still lodged up inside him.

I instantly recognized that he was stroking himself a lot more vigorously than last week's session. Right from the start he was stroking it hard, maybe the toothbrush up inside him made him that horny. At any rate, not being in the shower behind the glass like last week, I could see his entire package so much better, and enjoyed the motion of his full hand across his penis all the more. He was so close to me in fact, I could actually hear the sounds of him stroking himself. Whereas last week he seemed to be taking his time and enjoying it, this time he was pumping it with all he had and it quite surprised me when only a minute into his session his body began to move about and his breathing was replaced by involuntary moans and grunts.

I was shocked how quickly he came, he had just started rubbing himself maybe a minute ago at most, and here he was about to orgasm. There right in front of me, but a few feet away, I watched with wonder as his sperm shot out of that mysterious little hole, arcing high in the air in several streams and landing all over the counter top. A girl can never get tired of that sight, do it again please! He squeezed his penis and more of his cum dripped out onto the counter as well. He proudly looked over what he had created there on the counter, and then turned to take a shower, oddly leaving his deposit behind. As he turned to go into the shower I saw his butt in full with the tooth brush sticking out of it, and watched him slowly withdraw it before jumping in the shower. That was a particularly wicked sight to behold.

For the second time in a week I had witnessed Gary masturbating, doing all those other interesting things as well. I was surprised how quickly he came this time, and of course was blown away by him sticking his toothbrush in his butt. What devilish thoughts did he have in his mind when he did that? I would love to know. The show now over, I took one last fond look at his ejaculate there on the counter, and closed and locked the door before retiring to my bedroom to take care of my own problem. As might be expected my groin was sopping and aching and desperately needed my undivided attention. There on my bed I vigorously fingered myself to one quick orgasm, and then took out my vibrator for another one.

After I composed myself, I headed to the bathroom to clean up my lower regions and fingers. Upon closing the door I remembered with amazement that Gary had not cleaned up his ejaculate off the sink! There right before me in plain sight was his seed spattered all over the counter top. Frankly, he was a disgusting pervert for leaving it behind like that, but behind a locked door with nobody to see me, I paused there to look at the uniquely male fluid.

Having come in to clean up my pussy area from my own juices, I stood there in front of the sink with pants pulled down, wiping my fluids up all while looking at his own fluid lying there on the counter. It was to say the least a very interesting moment, and the irony of what I was in there to do clashing with what he had left behind was quite obvious. After cleaning up my own juices, I couldn't resist the temptation any longer, and wiped my finger across his ejaculate, just to see what it felt like. Having laid there a while it no longer held his body's warmth, and I examined it between my fingers with great interest, pulling my fingers apart to see how much it stretched. And that odor it gave off, what an unusual and pungent smell.

When he had come, I had only seen it from the side in the mirror. Now that I was right there in front of it I had a much better view, and placed myself right where he was standing when he came, trying to lineup where his penis would be as he stroked it. Standing there in front of it, I enjoyed the view of the various streams shooting out in different directions.

I had a naughty idea of cleaning up his mess for him so when he came back to do it himself he would realize it was gone, but I didn't want him to know for sure that I saw it, it would be more of an erotic mystery for him if I left it behind. So there on the counter, I left my own brother's ejaculate behind for whoever might see it next. An hour later I looked in and noticed it was all gone, he had finally cleaned his mess up. I couldn't help but enjoy the fact that he must even now be wondering if I had seen his seed. The poor boy had no idea, I hadn't just seen his cum lying on the counter, I had watched in secret the whole episode of what caused him to shoot it! And he certainly had no idea I had seen that toothbrush sticking out of his butt! Naughty boy, and equally deceptive girl, we both had our fun that day, him alone and me watching his show. Sometimes its really fun having a brother. I am really looking forward to the next time.