While his brothers ran off, Theodore was left alone in the kitchen.  For the most part, he was stunned.  What was wrong with Simon?  Why was he so jumpy?  He whined to himself a little, climbing off of the counter.  He had said something about the phone…  Was there something wrong with it?  Maybe he could get in touch with Dave with it and find out.

Theodore picked it up off the table, turning it around over and over.  It certainly wasn’t cracked.  He was able to turn it on just fine, and the lock screen still had that picture of them.  He sat himself down in the seat, swiping his thumb over the phone’s screen to unlock it.  

When all he saw come up was a page full of words, though, he raised an eyebrow in confusion.  “What’s this…?”  The story was… weird.  Theodore pouted a little, wiggling in his spot.  He should have just gone to watch tv or something, but something about what he was reading was… really holding his attention.  

He knew what he was reading.  Dave always said they shouldn't look for this sort of stuff.  But this was what their fans thought they get up to…?

As he read, though, Theodore couldn't help but squirm again.  He felt… funny. Something wasn't quite right.  Specifically, down below.  He bit down on his bottom lip, scooting backwards from his spot. He felt his thingy throbbing against his underwear, eyes wide as he finally touched it.  The contact made him tremble, a strange tingling sensation working through his body. He was surprised at that, but he let out a whine as he raised up his sweater.  

Sure enough, there was a noticeable bulge forming on the front of his underwear.  “S… Simon?  Alvin?” He called.  No dice.  Whatever they were doing upstairs, they couldn't hear him.  “Oh… oh no, it’s not supposed to be like that…” Theodore touched the bulge again, hesitantly this time. 

He didn't get the same tingle as the first.  But when he squeezed the top of the bulge, it came back stronger.  “A-Ahhhmn!”  Theodore moaned out, just to cover his mouth quickly.  It… felt good.  Really good, actually.  Squeezing again gave him the same result, and Theodore soon found himself slumped back against his seat.  His mouth hung open while he continued to squeeze and grope himself through the fabric. 

He didn't know why, but he felt like his whole body was heating up the more he did it.  His thingy, or, what did the stories say?  Cock?  Dick?  Penis?  They all seemed to mean the same thing. Whatever it was called, he couldn't stop himself from messing with it.  As he did, though, his mind began to wander.

The story he read was about Alvin and Simon…
But now his mind was adding himself into those situations.  It was him sharing those kisses.  He was the one feeling the muscles under Alvin’s fur.  He got to have his neck covered in kisses from Simon.  

Theodore's hand tensed up against his sweater, his claws sliding out a little to grip it.  He loved Eleanor, though… but he was still thinking of his brothers.  

“Nnn… mmn, ohhhh…” Theo pushed himself further into the seat’s cushion.  At this point, his underwear were less comfortable and more constricting.  His penis was straining against the front, but he still squeezed away, now using both of his paws to alleviate it.  

He could do so much in his mind.  So much that he couldn't even keep it on track.  One moment, it was him with his mouth around Simon’s dick.  The next, he would be pinned beneath Alvin.  And after that, he was licking Eleanor up and down.  

However… that tight feeling had soon gotten unbearable.  Even squeezing himself harder didn't have that same magic to it.  “H-Hey, wha…” Theodore groaned and pushed into the soft cushion again, legs lifted as he pulled his underwear off.  

Once they were gone his shaft sprung straight up, throbbing away now that it was free.  It stood at about five inches, maybe a little bit smaller.  “Why are you so hard?” He asked his shaft, staring it down with a little huff.  

Of course there wasn’t an answer.  But Theodore did get an idea. 

He laid himself out on his belly, lowering his hips so that his shaft was against the cushions below.  Feeling his own weight pressing down on it made Theodore bite his lip, especially when he wiggled his hips to get comfortable.  

Moving like that was bringing back the tingling feeling.  It felt much better this time around, and even drew out a louder moan from the chubby munk. Theodore set the front down in front of him, his claws digging into the cushion as he kept moving his hips. 

The more he humped it, the stronger that good feeling got.  “Mmnnh…” he curled his toes, eyes shut tight as his mind started wandering.  What did Alvin do to make himself feel this way?  Or Simon?  And what were they doing together, if they were?

The story he was reading was about the two of them being in the bathroom together.  Maybe that's where they were?

As he thought, Theodore felt something working its way along his length.  Before he even had the time to whine, it was out.  Wet and sticky, clinging to his fur.  He lifted himself up enough to see something clear seeping into the cushion.  Maybe he could ask Simon later about what it was.  

For now… he couldn't stop thinking about his brothers actually doing this stuff.  Touching each other, kissing each other on the mouth, their shafts bumping and grinding…. Theodore’s claws dug in a little deeper.  Some part of him… wanted to be part of that.  

His grinding picked up in pace, and more of that slick stuff was dribbling out of him.  Theodore’s back arched as he ended up moaning the names of his brothers.  

The pleasure was starting to build within him.  It was a tiny ball of warmth that just kept on growing.  Hotter, and tighter.  ‘I wanna see them… I gotta know…’ Theodore's cheek squished against the cushion as he laid his head down.  

The warmth was turning into sheer heat.  A trembling heat that coiled tight inside of him.  “Simon… Alviiiin…” Theodore couldn't squeeze the cushion any tighter.  He started to sweat from all the warmth and movement.  His sweater was uncomfortable now, too.  He was quick to get rid of it, throwing it on the floor before he got back to humping the cushions.  

It felt the best down at the base of his length.  Something about that specific spot caused the pleasure to get stronger each time without fail. His claws broke through the cushions a little, causing some of the stuffing to come out.  

He was tensing up and everything.  Some of that tightness was down at his balls now, and it was rising along his cock slowly.  Theodore bit down on his lip, breathing heavy and shaky as he teetered at the edge.  

Something else was coming, and his mind was screaming for it to come out. 

With a few more thrusts, Theodore’s eyes went wide as the warmth escalated to a rapturous heat.  In the span of a second, all of that built up heat was leaving him.  Something just kept squirting from his tip, getting all over his belly as well as the cushion, and all Theodore could do was moan at the top of his voice. 

He was… cumming.  Just like his brothers in the story.  The feeling was indescribable, and it left him completely stunned.  So much, Theodore even ended up flat on his belly again, breathing hard on the cushion as afterglow settled upon him.  

It was so amazing… he should have known he could do stuff like this a long time ago.  Why wouldn't he?

He just felt tingly.  But unlike before, this was a calming sensation that almost had him feeling sleepy as well.  

However… after a few minutes, it was starting to go away, and he could think straight again.  Specifically, about the odd, clingy stuff that was now decorating his belly. 

“Oh… o-oh no, what was that??” Theodore squealed out.  Coming down from the high of his first orgasm, just to feel the sticky warmth against his belly was jarring.  What was all this white stuff?  Was that normal?  He thought he was about to pee, but this stuff was completely different!  Was this… cum?  The story seemed to mention it a lot.  He bit his lip, breathing hard through his nose as he turned towards the stairs.  

Simon would know what’s wrong.  He just had to get to him.  Theodore got up to his feet, shaky, and made himself go up the stairs to their room.  

“Guys?” He called as he approached the door.  He couldn't hear anything inside… so, he knocked on it.  “Simon?  A-Alvin?  Can I please come in?   I need help…”