Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2007 16:41:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff <hoover_plano@yahoo.com>
Subject: Big Brothers Cum Dump (Part 5)

Most of you have already read about me and my big brother Jacob. Now it's
time to admit something.  Although I've always considered myself to be
mostly straight (and I still do, despite growing evidence!), my fascination
with cocks actually began before my relationship with my big bro
blossomed. Hope you enjoy the beginnings! The same old disclaimers apply!


Big Brother's Cum Dump
The Prologue: Jeff and Paulo


The first time I ever had an orgasm was with a lawnmower.

No shit - I kid you not!

I was ten years old and had just been proclaimed big enough to take over
some of the lawn work from my older brother. At almost five feet tall, I
weighed only eighty pounds.  To compensate for my lack of size I would lean
my body into the handle, which came to about dick-height. After a couple of
times connecting that vibrating handle to my crotch I discovered to my
amazement that it felt really good!

Hot damn! I've got to try this some more! After a few more times pushing my
hard little dick against the handle I just stopped in the middle of the
back yard and let the vibration take me over. In just a minute I got a warm
feeling like I had to pee - but it felt so good I just couldn't
stop. Electric currents started from my toes, ran up my legs, and connected
with my dick. I couldn't move from my spot!

Seeing my big brother walking toward me with a rake in his hand, I still
couldn't bring myself to back away!  I knew I was doing something naughty,
but embarrassment wasn't enough to make me stop.

"C'mon, Jeff!" Jacob hissed in that 'Big Brother' voice that always got my
attention.  "Dad's going to put me back to cutting grass if he sees you
just standing there!"

Jacob caught on to what I was doing and I thought I saw a little smirk
cross his face. But he covered it quickly and gave the lawnmower handle a
shove, brushing the back of his hand against my twitching dick. With a
final surge of pleasure, my little cock soon got very lonely in my
"tighty-whities"!

	The next day I was outside playing with my best friend Paulo. We
lived in what our parents jokingly referred to as the "Catholic Ghetto" - a
well kept subdivision of upper middle class homes, all with children
attending St Mark's School. I'd met Paulo when we both started first grade
at St Mark.

Ethnic diversity was not exactly a common thing in Plano Texas back then,
so Paulo and I were as close to "Ebony and Ivory" as could be found. Being
a fair skinned blond kid, thin and a little on the tall side, I was most
certainly the Ivory side of the duo!

Paulo was a little shorter than me but outweighed me by ten pounds, with a
firm young body that was destined to grow into a beautiful man! His
oversized feet and hands made him look like a puppy trying to grow into its
paws!

Second generation from Brazil, Paulo had shiny black hair and the smooth
brown face of a cherub. To top it off, he was just plain fun to play
with. He never saw a challenge he wouldn't take - we were always skirting
the edge of a serious butt spanking from our dads!

Our subdivision had a lot of new construction happening, with tons of new
houses going up a few blocks away. One of our favorite pass times was
exploring the unfinished homes. First we explored the framed structures,
getting chased away by construction crews on a regular basis. Soon we
figured out that if we waited until after dinner and stuck to the homes
with the walls up, we could explore and never be spotted.

Today was such a day. We met up after dinner and headed immediately to a
house we'd begun to think of as our own private fort. It was fully
enclosed, nearing completion, and the stairs to the second floor were in
place. We could survey our entire kingdom from up there with total privacy.

Climbing the wooden steps, I couldn't wait to tell Paulo about my fun the
day before.  There were no secrets between us. In fact, one of our favorite
games was playing strip.  Sometimes one of us would gyrate to the
out-of-tune strip music sung by the other. Most of the time, though, we
would just strip off our clothes and enjoy the naughty feeling of being
naked in a place where we weren't supposed to be running around exposed.

I had no clue at the time what "gay" meant. I'd heard some of my brother's
friends make jokes about gay guys and cock suckers, but the meaning was
never very clear. Truthfully, I don't think they knew what they were
talking about either, being only two or three years older than me.

What I did know, however, was that I liked seeing Paulo naked!

His dick was different than mine, and almost an inch longer. It had a lot
more skin on it and the extra skin almost covered its tip. It was fun to
watch it grow and get stiff. The covering on its end would unfold over his
whole dick. It must have been fun to be able to do that!

"Shit, Paulo!" I started breathlessly when we reached our fort "You won't
believe what I found out about yesterday! It's the best fucking thing I've
ever felt - I don't know why we haven't figured this out before!"

Yes, I'll admit I was a foul-mouthed little kid! Shit happens when you have
a big brother!

Paulo's brown eyes opened wide as I related my experience with the
lawnmower handle.  He started playing with himself through his shorts and I
could tell his dick was stretching out that extra skin. As my story
unfolded, we both started removing the few clothes we'd worn on this hot
day, and in seconds we were both sitting on the wooden floor with sawdust
sticking to our naked butts.

It didn't take us long to start discussing ways to get that feeling without
the lawnmower.  After all, using the lawnmower was a little too loud for
sneaking!

I had given the question a great deal of thought and experimentation the
night before!

My brother and I didn't share a room, so I didn't know all his little
secrets. But our Dad had recently placed a jar of Vaseline discreetly in
our adjoining bathroom. I wondered briefly why he did that, but soon went
on to other mysteries more easily solved.

Jacob, on the other hand, seemed to have figured out how to use the greasy
substance.  Every time I opened the medicine cabinet the Vaseline had the
long imprint of my big brother's fingers through the thick grease, and the
jar was a little closer to being empty.

The night after the "lawnmower incident", I lay on my bed and played with
my little five inch penis trying to get the feeling again. As nature took
over and I established a fisting motion on my dick, it occurred to me what
Jacob was doing with that slick stuff! And the jerk never told me about
this!

I jumped off my bed, inspiration in full throttle, and hurried to the
medicine cabinet. To my disappointment the jar of Vaseline was gone!
Creeping close to Jacob's closed door, I put my ear to the crack and heard
a smacking sound. His breathing sounded labored and he groaned kind of like
he was trying to take a really big dump!

"Oh shit! OH FUCK!" My big brother grunted with exertion. (Now you know
where I got my nasty mouth!). Then he let loose with a long sigh, and his
room went silent. After a minute I heard the creek of bedsprings as he
lifted himself off the mattress and headed toward the bathroom.

Hustling back to my room, the door on my side closed as his opened. That
was way too close! I could hear Jacob cleaning up, his soapy hands working
each other and making the same smacking sound I'd heard earlier. Faucet
off, commode flushed; Jacob closed his door completely and returned to his
bed for a good night's sleep.

I snatched the jar from the cabinet. Sleep was the last thing I was after!

But I digress.....back to the fort!

When I finished relating all of this to Paulo, I could see that his dick
had stretched out to its full six inches. The skin pulled back from his
head and exposed a wide pink crown.  The oversized paws at the end of his
arms absently caressed his meat as I brought my little story to a close.

"Fuck, Jeff" he whispered "Show me how you do that!"

I was prepared for that request! I knew Paulo well enough to know it was
coming, so I'd dipped my fingers into the Vaseline jar that afternoon and
placed a huge glob into the sandwich bag I'd lifted from Mom's kitchen.

Pulling out the baggie, I plunged my hand inside and emerged with a large
dollop of grease - way more than I needed to cover my dick. As I slicked up
my little cock, Paulo reached for the bag and I pulled my left hand out of
his reach. "Hold up, man" I said "I've got too much - take some off my
hand"

Paulo reacted with feigned horror. "No fucking way! Your hand's been all
over your dick. I'm not touching you!"

I laughed, knowing he was just trying to act like one of the big boys. I
reached for him with my greasy hand and grabbed his stiff cock before he
could pull away. Coating his hard shaft with the slick substance I felt
another boy's dick for the first time in my life.

I liked seeing Paulo naked, but I loved feeling his cock! The head was soft
and spongy, crowning a shaft that was hard as rock underneath meaty skin. I
worked my way down his dick and felt the extra skin travel with my hand
before stopping to give way to a hard pole that slid through my fist.

"Jesus, Joseph, and Mary!!" he yelped. "That feels fucking fantastic! That
is SO much better than when I play with it. Please! Please! Don't stop!
I'll do anything!"

I was only too happy to oblige! Crouching on my knees, I scooted myself
between his outstretched legs and worked my hand slowly up and down his
shaft. Paulo moaned as I covered his sensitive head and then pressed my way
back down his rod. Developing a rhythm, I felt the silky warmth of his hard
cock tickling the palm of my slick hand.  Vaseline squeezed through my
fingers and I reached up with my other hand and retrieved the excess jelly.

Without even thinking, I brought my oily left hand down to his tight little
ball sack and slicked up the spot around his balls. That sent him into a
new level of ecstasy and he pumped his cock into my fist. Fucking must come
naturally 'cause he was sure pounding some dick into my hand! His butt made
a slapping noise on the unfinished wooden floor as he screwed into my fist.

"Fuck, Fuck, FUCK!!" he cried as my universe centered on his crotch! "You
better stop, man - I think I'm going to pee!"

>From yesterday I knew what was happening, so I refused to slow down. Paulo
writhed on the floor, gathering sawdust on his back and in his hair. Seized
with tremors, his legs stiffened and spread wide as his fat toes stretched
open. Gasping and shaking from head to toe, his lips worked tightly in a
silent scream. His cock spasmed in my hand as a powerful dry cum rocked his
body.

Knowing how sensitive his dick would be after that (I was a smart kid,
don't you think?), I kept his cock lightly in my grasp but stopped my
pumping motion. He relaxed with a soft whimper as his closed eyes slowly
popped open.

Looking up at me, Paulo had a huge grin. He was a ten year old kid who'd
just discovered the greatest fucking candy store that ever was! And he was
smart enough to know he had his own key!

My legs were cramping from their awkward position, and my back hurt from
bending forward. I leaned back onto my elbows and opened my legs to
stretch. Eyeing the hard little cock jutting up from my crotch, Paulo
pulled himself up into a sitting position.

"Guess it's your turn now" he grinned.

Can a guy write an epilogue onto his prologue story? Hope so, because here
it is. The house in this story became the regular location for Paulo and me
to practice our skills.  Eventually the house was completed and we saw a
family move in with a red-headed girl about our age. During high school I
ended up going out with that little girl - though she wasn't so little
anymore and had blossomed into the hottest girl in our class! If this were
a straight story site, I'd relate what happened one night when Amanda and I
were alone in the same upstairs room that Paulo and I had shared!