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Morning routine by Jay Shetty.

My Brother’s Hot Friend

“Hi, you must be Jake! I’m Connor, your brother’s friend.”

Hi? Did he really say that ‘hi’ to me? My brother? Do I have one? Yeah, of course you have, you idiot.

“H-hi, Connor. Nice to meet you.” I was heading to the bathroom, and I found the door open. He was in front of the mirror checking his facial shave.

“Yeah, we finally met. Matt talks about you a lot.” Does he really do that? “The car did not start last night, and I had to stay over. The couch in the living room is so comfortable.” Was this ‘thing’ sleeping (probably naked) under the same roof with me, and I didn’t know that?

“Glad you stayed, Connor.” Why did you sleep on the couch? You could sleep in my bed, with also me in it. “Ah, what a bad host I am. Do you need anything?”

“Thanks, man. Just had a shower. I will brush my teeth and get dressed.” You don’t need to get dressed, seriously. “Sure, I will be around should you need something.” Having said that, I could not leave right away but watched him for a while through the slightly open door. His hair was wet dripping drops of water over his shoulders and chest. He had the sexiest stubbly hair a man could ever have. His stuffed chest muscles were covered with real man fur, and he had the biggest nipples I have ever seen on a male body. A line of thick hair travelled down his abdomen, disappearing under the wrapped towel. God, he must be a torture sent to me for my sins!

“Do you want to say something?” He was looking at me to understand why I was staring at his huge naked body.

“Oh, err, yeah, I, actually, I was going to ask if you need a hairdryer. There isn’t one in the bathroom.”

“Would be awesome, Jake!”

“But there isn’t a plug near the mirror, and I have a hairdryer in my room. Would you like to dry your hair there? You can also get dressed there comfortably.” Am I a masochist, torturing myself even more?

“You are the best, dude. OK, let’s go to your room.”

Yeah, let’s go to my room, and along the way, let me think of some kind of an excuse to keep myself in the room with you longer.