Extra Perfectly Normal

Nicky Noxville

All my stories take place in a parallel world, very similar to our own, where STI’s do not exist, so my stories are filled with practices that are highly unsafe in this world. I’m not going to say don’t try this at home, but take care of yourself.

All my characters are of legal age, and you should be, too—do not read my stories if you are under the legal age in your country/area. Any resemblance to real persons, locations, or events is entirely coincidental.

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“I still don’t know why you need me to come with you,” my older brother, Jared, commented from the passenger seat.

“My doctor told me to bring you,” I repeated for the thousandth time, distracted by both the road, and by the sensations my hand was giving me as it rested in my lap, tap-tap-tapping on my denim contained erection.

“Yeah, I got that, but Mom and Dad fucked me up, too; I didn’t need you to come to therapy with me,” Jared said. Normally I would have quipped back, but I was about to…

About to…

I flexed my fingers, bringing them away from my cock. If I came now, in my jeans, I’d blast it down my leg.

My mind raced back over the past week, starting with the first time I’d taken the new pill. I’d gone to sleep, my brain masturbated, and I woke up covered in more cum than I thought any individual human could possibly produce.

Doctor Wellington was right, masturbating is more fun when there’s lots of cum!

“Dude! Pay attention! You just ran a stop sign,” Jared snapped at me. I jerked both hands up to the wheel and gripped it tightly.

“Sorry,” I muttered, trying not to cum as I pulled into the clinic parking lot.

“What’s up with you today? You’re acting so strange,” he commented, and I felt my face start burning when his eyes flicked down to my erection.

He noticed?

“N-nothing, I’m fine,” I snapped, my face burning. “Let’s go.”

“Ahh, Jacob. This must be your brother,” Doctor Wellington commented as we walked into his office.

“Jared,” he introduced himself, shaking Doctor Wellington’s hand.

“Wonderful to meet you, Jared,” he said. “I’m glad you could make it today.”

“Yeah, about that… Why am I here?” Jared asked.

“Well, I’ve been working with your brother for quite some time, and I think you can help with his next breakthrough.”

“What could I do?” Jared asked, unbelieving.

“Let’s talk about that. James, please go wait outside for a few minutes,” he instructed. I didn’t want to go–I wanted to hear what they were talking about–but I obeyed, realizing that I could masturbate while I waited.

It had been so long! With Jared in the car, I had to hold back the whole way here.

I needed to masturbate.

Realizing that I was in a waiting room and couldn’t take my clothes off, I sat down and started running my fingers up and down my cock.


And down…


And down…

“Unh,” I moaned, so close. It felt so good, so right. Once again, I remembered that I had my older brother with me. Once again, I remembered that, if I let myself cum, it would blast down my leg and soak through my jeans.

And I didn’t care.

My eyes crossed, my fingers twitched against my denim-covered erection, and cum started squirting down the space between my leg and my jeans, turning the denim dark blue.

I looked down and blushed. Anyone who saw this would probably think that I pissed myself, since they had no way of knowing that pill was making me cum so much.

It was fucking hot.

I grasped my cock through my jeans and started working myself over again. I’d already cum, Jared was going to see, so it wouldn’t make things any worse if I came a few more times. What was the difference between one load of cum, and five loads of cum, when you really thought about it?

“Jacob, you can come in now,” I heard Doctor Wellington yell. I was so close, so I took a few extra seconds to pump another load into my jeans before I got up and walked inside.

Jared’s eyes immediately went to my jeans, and one eyebrow raised.

“Ahh, excellent, I see that you’ve been masturbating while you waited.”

“Masturbating is normal,” I replied without thinking. Jared’s chuckle made my face burn red. I glanced at his face and noticed that his eyes looked… Distant?

“Yes, it is. Now, take a seat,” Doctor Wellington said. I moved toward a chair, but he cleared his throat and stopped me. “Don’t be shy, sit with your brother.” I shifted course and sat down next to Jared on the couch. I glanced over, my eyes settling on his crotch, and…



His cock was hard. My brother’s cock was hard!

“There you go,” Doctor Wellington’s voice echoed in my memory. “Think about it—your big brother, hard, horny, stroking himself. Think about your big brother masturbating.” I moaned, realizing what I’d done just in time to pull my eyes away from Jared’s crotch.

“Very good, Jacob. You need to masturbate, don’t you?” Doctor Wellington asked. It was at that moment that I realized what I’d started doing, sitting on a couch next to my big brother… My fingertips were tracing my erection, again, and this time Jared could see.

“I n-n-NEED to masturbate!” I cried out. “B-but, my brother…”

“Masturbating is normal, Jacob,” Doctor Wellington reminded me.

“Yeah, masturbating is normal,” I agreed.

“You need to masturbate,” he continued.

“I need to masturbate,” I agreed again, my hands fumbling with my belt.

“Masturbate in front of your brother.” He said in a commanding tone.

“Masturbate… My brother! Ohhhh, fuuuuuuck!” My hand wrapped around my liberated erection, and I started stroking myself frantically, right next to Jared.

“Damn, bro, jerk that shit,” he said, sneering over at me, his eyes still glassy.

“I love masturbating!” I cried out, looking my brother in the eyes, and cum exploded from my cock, splashing back down to shower over my body and the couch. I was distantly aware of Jared laughing, but it wasn’t over yet. If I kept stroking, I could…

I could…

“Awwwwwwwww, yeeeeahhhhhh, Jaaarrreeeeeddddd,” I squealed, hitting my second orgasm. When it was finally over, I sank into the couch, panting, my clothes soaked with my own cum.

“Good job, Jacob,” Doctor Wellington. “But you still have work to do. I think it might help if you watched Jared masturbate for you,” he suggested nonchalantly. My head spun to look at Jared’s face.

“Me, masturbate?” Jared asked, confused. My eyes dropped to his crotch, and I could actually see his cock throbbing.

“Of course, Jared. Masturbating is normal, after all,” the doctor explained.

“Masturbating is normal!” Jared and I cried out together, and I watched Jared start fumbling at his crotch. He was going to do it! Jared was going to masturbate.

“Watch your brother masturbate, Jacob,” Doctor Wellington instructed. He finally got his cock free, and I saw my big brother’s erection for the first time. “It’s perfectly normal to get horny watching your brother masturbate.” Jared’s hand was flying up and down his erection.

It was so big.

It was so beautiful.

It was going to cum, soon.

Why had I never watched Jared masturbate before? It was like I could feel what he was doing, feel each stroke up and down his engorged flesh.

“You like watching your brother masturbate, don’t you, Jacob?” He asked slyly.

“I like watching my brother masturbate!” I confessed, my eyes glued to my brother’s cock, watching precum form at the tip.

“And you like having your brother watch you masturbate, don’t you Jared?”

“I like him watching!” Jared panted.

“Lean in closer, Jacob. Get a real good look at your brother’s penis. Watch how he masturbates.”

“Masturbating is normal,” Jared and I said together as I leaned in. I could see every ridge, every vein… I could smell it.

“Point your penis at your brother’s face, Jared.” Doctor Wellington instructed. My eyes crossed as I stared at the tip of my brother’s penis, at the precum building there.

“What makes masturbating more fun, Jacob?” Doctor Wellington asked suddenly.

“Lots of cum!” I cried out, and before my mouth could close, cum blasted me right in the face.

Dripping down my cheeks, over my lips, and right into my mouth. And it kept coming!

His cum…

Jared’s cum…

My brother’s cum…

I’m tasting my brother’s cum!

Fuck, Jared’s cum tastes good!

I love my brother’s cum!

And still it was blasting me, again and again, right in the face. My mouth was open wide, my tongue lolling, as I struggled to catch as much of it as I could. When it was over, both of us sat there panting as the doctor watched in approval.

“You were right, doc. Those pills did make a lot,” he observed.

“And it looks like you appreciated it, didn’t you, Jacob?” The doctor asked me. I moaned and licked my lips. “Understandable. It’s normal to like the taste of your brother’s cum.” Jared’s fingers met my lips, and my mouth fell open. His fingers slid in, and… They were covered in cum! I started to suck on his fingers, and it was too much.

My cock exploded, again, blasting more cum over my already saturated clothing.

“Excellent job, boys. You’ve both made breakthroughs today. I’ll see you both next week.” He stood up and walked out of the room, leaving us there, panting, and me soaked with cum.

Masturbating is so much more fun when there’s lots of cum!

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