PinkGinger
Planetoid
- Joined
- Mar 5, 2009
Marty lay on his bed with one arm bent under his head. He had head phones on that covered his ears and pumped loud music into them. His eyes were closed while he listened. At the moment he was alone. Not that that bothered him, he was kind of a loner. He was waiting for his brother to come home.
Marty was a slim, slightly muscular boy at seventeen. He had dark, short hair and dark eyes. His smooth body was tan from his outdoor activities. Now, as usual, he wore slightly baggy jeans and a plain black t-shirt. He was barefoot at the moment. Sighing he rolled over onto his stomach. Where was his brother? Marty usually was left missing him, he seemed to have a more active social life. They had shared a very special relationship for the last few years. Together they had discovered and experimented with sex behind closed doors. They now found it completely natural. Marty loved his brother, as a brother and as much more.
Marty was a slim, slightly muscular boy at seventeen. He had dark, short hair and dark eyes. His smooth body was tan from his outdoor activities. Now, as usual, he wore slightly baggy jeans and a plain black t-shirt. He was barefoot at the moment. Sighing he rolled over onto his stomach. Where was his brother? Marty usually was left missing him, he seemed to have a more active social life. They had shared a very special relationship for the last few years. Together they had discovered and experimented with sex behind closed doors. They now found it completely natural. Marty loved his brother, as a brother and as much more.