As related to Michael Stewart and written for NYC's Pier BBS in 1989.
Copyright (c) 1989, all rights reserved; permission granted to the "Nifty
Andrew" archive for online "publication" and distribution.

Comments and lewd propositions may be sent to Michael at
brooklyn@yorick.ny.cybernex.net

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           First Times:  "With His Girlfriend's Older Brother"

     The hottest experience I ever had was back when I thought I was 
straight and was going out with this girl named Sherry.  I was 19 then, and
I'm 6'1" tall, weigh 175, have brownish-blond hair and green eyes.  I've
got a muscular build, and I'm smooth, so I suppose I have what's called a
"swimmer's build."  Sherry doesn't really fit into the story, as you'll
see, but her brother does, so let me describe him to you.
     His name was Gary and he was a couple of years older than me - I think
he was 23 or 24.  He was an inch shorter than I was, but a lot more
muscular, and he was darker, too, having almost black hair and brown eyes. 
He had a 'stache, and since he always walked around with the top of his
shirt open, I knew he had a pretty hairy body.  He was what we'd call a
"sharp dresser," and always wore clothes that accentuated his body,
especially the area where his dick was.  No matter what he wore, you could
tell he had a big one, and between that and a really devastating smile and
deep voice, he was always very popular.
     The particular day that all of this happened, I unexpectedly found
myself with nothing to do, so I figured I'd drop by Sherry's and see what
she was up to.  She didn't live that far away and we dropped in on each
other all the time, so that was nothing unusual.
     When I got there, I rang the doorbell and waited for a minute.  The
door opened, but instead of Sherry, it was Gary.  He wasn't wearing
anything except a pair of jeans, and the top button was open.  I said him
and asked for Sherry, and while he explained that she wasn't home - she'd
gone out shopping at King's Plaza with the folks - I checked out Steve's
chest.  All the guys in my family are smooth, so I'd never really seen a
hairy bod before.  I was fascinated by the dark swirls of hair all over his
chest, and the way it thinned out a little till it got to his belly-button,
then spread out again before it swooped down into his jeans.  I guess I was
REALLY checking him out, because he finally said, "Yo, earth to Dave!  You
wanna come in?"  I said I did.
     I followed Gary into the kitchen and he offered me a can of soda,
which I accepted.  We bullshitted around for a while - you know, "How's
work?" and "How's this?" and "How's that? - but after a few minutes of
that, he looked at me conspiratorially and said that he'd been watching a
porno videotape and asked if I wanted to see it.  Sure thing, I said, and
off we went to the den.
     He grabbed the remote control and plopped down at one end of the
couch, so I sat down at the other.  He had the lights off, so it was almost
like being in a movie theater.  The movie was pretty good, and it got me
real hot pretty quickly.  I knew I wasn't the only one feeling the effects,
because in the light from the screen, I could see Gary put his hand into
his lap and knead his bulge, which looked huge.  I didn't want to let him
know that I'd checked him out, so I was looking from the corner of my eye,
but I figured that if he felt cool about doing it, I could too, so I put my
hand in my lap and started squeezing and rubbing my hard-on through my
pants.
     I guess he'd been watching me too, because once I started doing that,
he stopped trying to hide what he was doing.  He sprawled more, and shoved
his hand down his open jeans.  I knew he'd grabbed ahold of his cock,
because he was slowly pulling his arm back and forth, like he was jerking
off, but with his jeans still on.  I think it was about then that I started
paying equal attention to both Gary and the movie!
     Needless to say, his performance was getting me ultra-hot.  I stuffed
my hand down my pants too, but they were a little tighter than his and not
open, so I didn't have too much maneuvering room.  Felt good though!  I'd
no sooner done that when Gary turned to me - still with his hand on his rod
in his pants - and said, "Pretty hot movie, huh?"
     I said, "Yeah, real fucking hot."
     He said, "Yeah, looks like it," and nodded over at my crotch. I must
have turned beet red.  He continued:  "I figured you'd like it."  I
muttered something like "Uh-huh," and there was silence for a minute,
until, in a voice that just bordered on a whisper, he said, "You can take
it out if you want to."
     I think I demurred at first, but then he added, "I'm going to."  This
I had to see, I thought, and I waited for him to do it before I moved a
muscle.  He did it, too:  he stood up, yanked down his zipper, and tugged
down his jeans, bending over as he did.  When he stood up though...Christ,
did Gary have a major piece of meat!  I'm not that good a judging scale,
but when he flopped back down on the couch, he was able to put both hands
on it and a little bit of the head STILL stuck out/up!  It looked pretty
thick, too, definitely a real choker.
     He looked over at me and smiled, and sat there slowly stroking himself
with both hands, obviously waiting for me to whip mine out too.  I was
nervous, but figured that if he were cool about it, I could be too. 
Instead of dropping trou, though, I just opened by belt and pants, pulled
down my zipper, tugged everything down a bit, and then hauled my hard dick
out, tucking the waistband of my briefs under my balls.  I gave it a few
pulls for good measure, then looked over at him and grinned - it wasn't as
big as his (only about 7" or so), but it was a respectable piece.
     We turned out attention back to the movie then, stroking our cocks
while we watched it, him on one side of the couch and me on the other. 
Every now and then I looked over at him stroking that monster meat of his
with both hands, and once or twice I caught him looking at me, but we both
looked away real quick when that happened.  I noticed he was varying his
stroke, too.  At one time, he'd have both hands wrapped around his big cock
and be stroking it straight up in the air.  Other times, he'd have one hand
holding onto his balls and the other holding the top part of his dick up on
his furry stomach, just jerking the top.
     It was during a blow-job scene in the movie that he turned to me and
said, "Looks pretty hot, huh?"  I looked over at him and said yes, and then
dropped my gaze to his dick.  He kept looking too - this time we didn't
hide the fact that we were watching each other.  Gary was watching me even
more intently than I was watching him, and after a minute, started this
steady monologue of "Yeah, jerk that dick!" and "Yeah, stroke that meat." 
We had basically stopped paying any attention to the movie...we were
getting off watching each other instead.
     I was really getting hot from the attention, and from watching big
macho man Gary pulling his primo pud.  I started jerking faster and faster,
and I think Gary knew I was going for it.  Without warning - and much to my
surprise - he scooted over to my side of the couch, bent down, pulled my
hand off, and sucked my whole fucking cock into his mouth!
     The thoughts, the sensations...the whole atmosphere...was just too
much for me.  It was such an intense orgasm, I couldn't even say anything -
I just blew my load right down Gary's fucking macho throat!  He was bobbing
his head up and down in my lap, sucking me dry.  Too fucking much!  As soon
as I'd shot my last blast, he flipped back over, grabbed his cock, and with
no more than two or three strokes, blew his own load.  He must have been at
least as hot as I was, because the first shot flew up in the air and landed
behind him on the back of the couch.  The rest made a wet, white trail down
his chest, and he kept stroking it even after he'd finished blowing off.
     The only things that were said as we cleaned up was Gary asking
(actually, telling), me not to say anything about this to anyone, and me
agreeing.  As I was getting ready to leave - after that, I didn't feel like
waiting around for Sherry any more - he asked if I'd like to mess around
again sometime, and I agreed to that, too, then got the hell out of there
to think about it all.