Date: Sat, 19 May 2001 07:41:25 -0700
From: Ronny Wernick <rwernick@jackinchat.com>
Subject: MY BROTHER AND ME

I always feel sorry for kids who grow up in families with hang-ups about
masturbation.  Mine certainly didn't have them.

It all started, for me, when I was 11 and my brother was 12.  I had an old
Boy Scout Handbook from the 60's, and was looking through it one day.  It
had a list of words in the back, and one was masturbation.  I don't
remember the exact wording, but it said something like "sexual self-abuse."
I didn't know just what that meant, but figured it had to do with some talk
I'd overheard among boys at school about "beating off," and "playing with
yourself."  I was curious, but didn't know how to find out more.

My brother's room was next to mine, and the walls were thin, and I began to
hear strange noises from his room in the afternoons after school.  I
couldn't tell what they were, but began to suspect they were related to the
"self abuse" cited in the Scout Handbook.  I just had to know.

So one afternoon I decided to spy on my brother, and hid in his closet to
try to see what he was doing.  His closet had bi-fold doors, so it was easy
to sit inside with the doors slightly open, and I could see his entire
room.  Sure enough, he soon came in, locked the door, and undressed.  He
lay on his bed, and I could see that he had a boner.  It looked huge to me,
since I was still pretty small.  I know now that he was into puberty and
though he had a lot of growing to do, was quite a bit bigger than me.

Anyway, he began playing with it, and soon he was rubbing up and down on
his penis with his right hand, while he played with his balls with his
left.  He looked really intense, and was obviously enjoying what he was
doing.  I felt a tingling in my crotch, and got a boner watching him.  I
tried to re-arrange it in my pants and made a noise that my brother heard.
He jumped up and flung open the door, and I could see he was really mad,
but he looked funny standing there with his boner pointing out me, so he
grabbed a shirt and held it over his crotch while he yelled at me.  He
threatened to beat the crap out of me.

Well, our father heard all the commotion, and ran upstairs to see what was
going on.  It wasn't hard to figure it out, since there I was cowering in
the closet and my brother standing there naked except for a shirt held over
his crotch, yelling like mad.

Our father got my brother calmed down, then turned to me.  "You don't have
a right to spy on your brother.  If you want to watch him masturbate, ask
him.  If he says yes, fine.  If he says no, then respect his right to
privacy."  Seeing that there was not going to be physical harm, our father
then left.

I told my brother I was sorry.  I just wanted to see what he was doing.
Then I asked if I could watch him.  He said no.  I pleaded with him.  "Just
once so I can see?"  "Let me think about it."

I left his room and went to mine.  A little while later, my brother came to
my room and said, "OK, I guess you can watch.  Come on."

I followed him to his room.  He said that if he was going to be naked in
front of me, I had to get naked, too.  So I stripped, and he laughed when
he saw I had a boner already.  He lay down on his bed and started
masturbating again, and seemed to enjoy me watching him.  It was neat to
watch him, and again I could tell he was enjoying it.  After about 5
minutes, he tensed, held his breath, and suddently stopped stroking, just
holding his penis tightly.  Suddently a little bit of white stuff dribbled
out of his pee hole, then a shot that went all the way to his chest, then a
couple more that went less far, until finally just a little just dribbled
out.  He lay still, then started breathing hard.  I realized he had had his
eyes closed all this time.

When he finally opened his eyes and let go of his penis, he let out a long
sigh and said, "Boy, that felt good."

He reached for the paper towel on his nightstand and began cleaning up, and
I was enthralled by the show I'd just seen.  I asked him what it felt like.
He said, "You've never done that?"  I said no, and asked if he could teach
me how to do it.  He said sure, lie down and stroke it like I did.  So I
lay down and clumsily started pounding on my boner, and he said, "Wait a
sec, let me show you how.  You need to be more gentle."  He sat
cross-legged on the bed beside me, took hold of my boner, and began
stroking it like he had done his.  It felt good, but nothing different than
when I played with it in bed.  But after a few minutes, I could feel
something different.  It felt better, and I could feel tension building up.
Then I felt like I had to pee, and before I realized what was happening, it
hit me: A strong pulsing in my penis and groin, and an incredibly good
feeling.  My brother could feel the pulsing in my penis, and stopped,
holding it firmly, as I had my first dry orgasm.

When I recovered my composure, all I could say was, "Wow, that was great!"
My brother replied, "I knew you'd like that."

I got dressed and went back downstairs.  When I saw my father, he asked,
"Well, did he let you watch?"

I said, "Yes."

"What did you think?"

"Pretty neat."

"Did you try it?"

"Yes."

"You like it?"

"Yeah, it felt great."

My father thought it over for a minute, and said for me to go get my
brother, that he wanted to talk to both of us.  I did, and my brother came
down somewhat reluctantly.

My father started out by saying that he realized he had messed up by not
talking to us about masturbation before.  He said he had grown up in a
family where all things sexual were off limits to discussion, and he had to
learn all about sex and masturbation all by himself, and he'd always
promised himself that he would do a better job with his own kids.  It
wasn't until he stepped into my brother's room and figured out what was
going on that he realized he had missed his opportunity, but he wanted to
correct that now.  Then he said it wasn't my fault that I had been spying
on my brother.  It was his fault for not giving me the information I should
have had.  If he had, I wouldn't have felt the need to spy on my brother.

He went on to say that masturbation was normal, and perfectly acceptable to
him.  He did it a lot when he was a kid, and in fact still did it often,
even though he had a good sex life with our mother.  This was starting to
be a little more than I wanted to hear, but I kept listening, surprised to
hear my father admit that he masturbated.

Then he told us how all boys do it, some more secretively than others.  And
that we should enjoy it.  He said it was probably the most pleasurable
thing we could ever do that wasn't illegal and wouldn't harm anyone,
including ourselves.  Masturbation was pure pleasure with no bad side
effects, except perhaps if someone caught us at it who didn't understand
how good it was.  He told us about being caught in the act by a friend of
his when he was a kid, and how that kid taunted him about it and told other
people, embarrassing my dad in public.  But he said he finally got over it
by saying, "I bet you do it too!", at which point his taunters shut up.

Then he told us there were a lot of ways to do it, which surprised my
brother and I.  He said some people rub their penises on things, like
laying on their pillow and humping it.  In fact, that's how he did it for a
long time when he was a kid, until it got messy on the pillow.  It took me
a second to realize what he meant, thinking back on the white stuff my
brother squirted all over himself.  We both giggled at that.  Our father
said we should try it that way.  He told us other ways, and that he
especially liked using lubrication.  I think we both looked confused, and
he explained that it felt good to squirt slippery lotion on your penis and
masturbate that way, and that he'd let us use some of his to see how it
feels.  He also said some people like to stick things like their fingers in
their butts, as that felt good, too.  My brother squirmed at that, and my
father said, "from the way you are squirming, I bet you've tried that."  My
brother looked embarrassed, but admitted he had, and liked it.  My father
assured him that was OK, but to be very careful about what to put in there,
because it is easy to do damage.

We must have talked about it for an hour, and it was a lot for me to take
in, and I think also for my brother.

When we went to bed, I was in my brother's room talking about it when our
father came in and handed us a big tube of Vaseline Intensive Care Lotion.
"Here, try this.  If you like it, keep it, and I'll get myself another
one."  Then we went to bed.

After about 15 minutes of thinking about it, I tiptoed to my brother's room
to find him still awake.  "Wanna try that lotion?"  I asked?  "OK."  I took
it from my brother's dresser, and we both stripped and lay down on his bed.
We took turns lubing up, and started to jack off.  Our father had been
right, that felt really good.  And that was my first self-induced orgasm.
After that I went to bed, very tired.

The next morning our father asked if we'd tried the lube last night.  It
felt funny talking about stuff like that out in the open, but I said yes,
and that it was really good.  All he said was, "I'm glad."

From then on, my brother and I made no effort to hide our masturbation
from each other.  We frequently did it together, and I found that he did it
at least once a day, and so did I.  It was great fun.

A couple of months later, our father took us camping to a remote place we
went to each year for a week.  The first day, my brother and I packed up
our fishing gear and went down through the woods to go fishing at the lake.
We always loved that place, because we never saw anyone else there.  When I
opened the tackle box, I found the tube of lotion our father had given us
(the first one ran out, so he bought us more).  I looked at my brother, and
he gave me a sheepish grin and said, "I thought we might have some fun
while we were here."

We fished for an hour or so, but caught nothing.  My brother asked if I
wanted to do something different.  I asked what, and he looked at the
tackle box.  I quickly agreed.  There was a nice grassy bank in the sun, so
we went there, and he told me to take off my shorts and lay on my back.  I
did (shorts were all that we were wearing).  He said, "I'll do you first,
then you do me."  He got between my legs, and played with my penis till I
was hard, then squirted some of the lotion on, and began a slow, soft
stroking.  It felt great laying naked in the sun with my penis being
stroked.  After a little while, my brother stopped for a second and
squirted some lotion on his other hand, then resumed stroking me slowly.
Suddenly I felt his finger at my butt hole, rubbing around it.  That felt
good.  Over the period of a few minutes he slowly stuck his finger in,
which felt even better.  He started to push it in and out in time with his
hand on my penis, and I lost it.  I had the best, strongest, orgasm I'd
ever had.  It felt so good with his finger inside me as I came.  Still a
dry orgasm, but very strong.

We rested for a bit, and he slowly slipped his finger out of my butt.  Then
we switched places, and I repeated what he'd done to me.  It felt really
weird to stick my finger up his butt, but it was neat.  As he started to
come, I could feel his butt clamping down on my finger, and he shot all
over himself.  From the looks of it, he had a very strong orgasm, too.

We washed up and went back to the tent.  As we approached, we could hear
telltale sounds from inside.  My brother whispered, "Shhh.  Dad's doing
it!"  We just sat down listening to the rythmic noises of our father
masturbating, then a couple of grunts, and the sound of him cleaning up.
After a bit he came out of the tent, saw us and our smiles, and realized
he'd been caught in the act.  "Well, you're not the only ones allowed to
have fun around here," he said.  Seeing our surprised looks, he added,
"Yeah, I went down to the lake and saw you guys having fun, so I came back
up to have some fun of my own.  We all got a good chuckle out of that.

That night we stayed up and talked around the fire, and hit the sack kinda
late.  I was almost asleep when I heard some rustling on my father's side
of the tent, and a gentle rythmic sound that I knew was him jacking off
again.  I got an instant boner, and nudged my brother to see if he was
still awake.  He was, and motioned that we should join in.  So we both
pulled down our covers, lowered our boxers, and started masturbating, too.
Our father noticed pretty quickly, and said, "Here, want some of this?" and
handed over his tube of lotion.  I took it and lubed up, and so did my
brother.  So there we were, all three of us laying there happily
masturbating together.  It was great fun.

My brother and I did it together down by the lake every day, even one day
when our father came.  After we finished, he did it to himself, and we
shared our lube.

There was a lot of masturbating going on that week!

We never did it with our father except on camping trips, but my brother and
I did it together for several years, until he moved away.  He eventually
got married, and we agreed we'd make sure if we had any sons we'd teach
them early, and make sure they enjoyed themselves.  We still do it together
when we get together, which unfortunately isn't as often as I'd like.