From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brother On Tape
Date: Wed, 23 Sep 1998 06:18:23 GMT

I was pissed at him, that's why I did it in the first place.
Carl was supposed to be my friend and older brother. When I was little, he
took me with him to places, taught me to play baseball, bowl and basketball. I
used to wait for him to come home from school so we could play, rough house or
just talk. When Dad punished him, I cried...it didn't matter if he was right
or wrong...to me Carl could do no wrong.
As we grew up, I listened to his stories about junior high school and then
high school..knowing he was teaching me...preparing me for my entrance into
that same world. When he snuck out of the house late at night, I covered for
him with the folks and he made me happy I did it.
When his friends tried to dump on me, he told them to shut up. When he needed
me, I was always there to do his chores or just listen to him gripe about
teachers, coaches, the folks or anyone else.
I watched his pubic hair grow in and waited for mine to immitate my big
brother. It did and when it did, he seemed proud of me becoming a man like
him.
I watched in amazement as he jacked his hard cock until it spit out streams of
white sperm..and then he taught me to do the same...and applauded me the first
time I could do it too.
There was nothing that we didn't tell each other, share with each other or
want for each other.
Our parents seemed amazed but proud that we were so close while most of our
friends had fights with their brothers or sisters.

Then things started to change for a reason I never knew. Carl would go places
without me. He would tell me to find some of my own friends when I complained.
He would tell me to leave him alone after arguing with our parents. He had
changed.
Sometimes he'd lock me out of the bedroom we shared.
Mom told me that he just needed some privacy and one day, I'd understand.
Hell, I was a teenager.....I knew , or thought I knew, what he was doing when
alone. I did it too..as many times as I could. It felt that good.
"Get what you need and stay out of our room on Saturday night" he told me one
day when the folks were visiting our grandparents.
"Kenny's coming over" he added.
He didn't ask, Carl just told me like he was some big shot. Of course he was
in charge. Mom and Dad had told me that. But he was treating me like someone
he'd rather not have around.
I planted the camera and put it on slow speed so I could see what he and Kenny
did in our bedroom.

They took off Sunday morning..and left me alone. I retreived the tape and
watched.
As I ate my cereal, I stared in disbelief seeing my big brother Carl and his
friend Kenny strip each other naked and act like the lovers I had seen on
television or in the films.
They kissed each other on the mouth. Kenny kissed Carl's neck and chest and
then moved to his belly and crotch. Kenny kissed Carl's erection and balls
while holding them in the palm of his hand.
I was mesmorized. My own cock got rock hard as I watched. Unconsciously, I
began to rub my cock and had it out of my boxer shorts jacking it as I gasped
again and again.
Carl was licking Kenny's chest and biting on his nipples. My own nipples were
feeling my fingers as I tried to find out what Kenny's must have felt like. I
was startled to find the pain pleasurable.
My cock was oozing precum as I watched my big brother kneel in front of Kenny
and lick his balls and cock like an ice cream cone.
Then I shrank as Kenny turned around and bent over. Carl put his hands on
Kennys buttocks and pulled them apart burying his face in the crack. Kenny's
gasps were loud in between his begging Carl to go deeper.
I had never thought of an ass as a place someone would want to play with let
along put their face there.
But the same person who taught me how much fun it was to rub a hard cock was
doing that in front of me on the television I watched.
My cock exploded and I didn't remember rubbing it. I stopped the tape and went
to the bathroom to clean myself off. 
I stripped off my underwear and rubbed my body head to toe. My fingers
squeezed my own nipples until it hurt..but I ignore the pain and squeezed
harder. In my mind I saw Carl in front of me biting hard. My fingernails
immitated his teeth and my cock hardened at the sensation.
I was breathing so hard, I knew I was ready to explode again, but I went back
to the living room and pressed play on the tape deck instead.
They were doing what I had seen them do when I orgasmed moments ago. I pressed
the fast forward button and saw their naked bodies move in fast, comical but
sensous movements.
Suddenly they were on the bed, Kenny laying on his back and Carl kneeling over
him. They were in opposite positions so their cocks would align with each
other's mouths.
I pressed rewind to the point where they had started to move and played the
tape normal speed.
I watched as they moved like two dancers, kissing, petting, grabbing and
playing as they moved into that position...like some well thought out
movements of a dance.
Kenny's hands were around Carls butt. It was smooth, round and firm. I had
stared at it as he moved around our room.
"What are you looking at?" he asked me one day.
I told him. He flexed his buttocks and I laughed. He bent over and spread them
showing me his asshole..and opened it for me. I laughed again. Carl told me I
had a nice butt too and we talked about something else.
Now I saw Kenny move his hands..his fingers obviously moving into Carl's
asshole and it didnt' seem to bother Carl at all.
I remembered when I was little and we bathed together. I stuck a finger into
my own asshole and told him how it felt. He did the same and agreed it felt
"kinda good". We were little kids then.....
I stared closer as Kenny and Carl moved closer until their arms were under
each others legs..their heads moved between each other legs until they were
kissing each other's buttocks and then put their faces in each other's
asscracks.
My cock was hurting it had gotten so hard. I was still naked and I knew I was
slowly jacking my own cock..being careful not to make myself cum again for
fear I'd miss something on the videotape..neglecting the knowledge that I
could stop it, rewide or do whatever I wanted.
My own finger played with my asslips...I propped up one leg as I jacked with
one hand and fingered myself with the other. It felt good...maybe not as good
as having someone else play with me, but it felt good.
Kenny and Carl were moving again..and Carl held up Kenny's legs and moved his
arched erection against Kenny's upturned ass. Kenny yelled and Carl backed
away.
Kenny spit on his hand and rubbed Carl's cock then his ass..and Carl moved
close again.
Kenny looked as if he were in pain, then suddenly he sighed and smiled. Carl's
tight butt tightened showing the dimples that I remember Mom telling Aunt
Ellen about years ago.
"He's got the cutest butt dimples. Some girl is going to love those someday"
she said proudly to Aunt Ellen who was laughing.
I liked them too. Carl's dimples were always amazing to me...my own butt,
though firm didn't have them.
"Dont' worry kid. You got a great pecker and lips that will make em swoon
someday" Carl told me one day as I was standing naked in front of our mirror.
I was looking at my profile and then at his. He stood naked beside me, flexing
his biceps, chest and buttocks.
"My turn" Kenny yelled and was soon wrestling naked with Carl. That made me
jealous even more then all of the other things I had seen. 
Carl and I used to wrestle all the time. The sounds that came from our bedroom
told our folks we were at it again. At first they thought we were fighting,
but then they realized we were just rough housing and left us alone. 
Sometimes clothed and sometimes naked, we'd roll around the beds and floor. As
we grew older, our cocks would get hard as we did it..and we'd often end up
jacking off shooting our sperm all over each other, then wrestle some more.
One time we even wrestled to see who would win..and the loser had to jack off
the winner. We didn't do that more then a few times...and I never understood
why Carl didn't want to do it anymore.
Kenny was on his knees and spitting into his hand again. This time he
slobbered all over his own hard cock. I realized then how fat it was..how long
it was too. 
The sight of Kenny in his school team speedos was one that remained in my own
head. The times it flashed through my head as I masturbated didn't bother
me..because I usually had images of Carl naked or in his own speedos..or
others I had seen too. I assumed it was normal and it made me have an even
more explosive orgasm.
Now I watched Kenny naked pushing his cock into my brother Carl's ass as he
was propped on his hands and knees on the bed where he and I had played for
years.
Carl and Kenny kept doing that for quite sometime...taking turns butt fucking
each other in all kinds of positions. One would be on his hands and knees,
then the other would lay face down...then the other would be sitting on top of
the other..or one would lay on the side of the bed while the other would stand
on the floor fucking...or they would go back to one laying on his back while
the other held his ankels while fucking.
I came again..this time my cock just flowed sperm out...my gut twinged a bit
and a knot inside me made me feel like someone had pulled my organs out of me.
I showered..soaping my tired smooth body. I fingered my asshole..and pinched
my nipples.
I watched television, not bothering to dress..not caring if Carl and Kenny
came home to find me naked in the living room or not.
Cute strong gymnasts flexed, swung, jumped and gyrated on the screen as I
fondled my cock....stroked my nuts...played with the skin under neath and
explored my asslips....
I pressed play again and watched Carl move to his knees in front of Kenny
licking and sucking the cock that moments ago had been inside him. He tilted
his head back and stuck out his tongue as Kenny's cock spit out streams of his
sperm....it landing on my brothers face, tongue, chest and rolled down his
torso.
Carl stood quickly and grabbed his own cock jacking it hard and fast..harder
nad faster then I had ever seen him do it.
He showed me how to do it one afternoon after school. I had heard him at night
and wasn't sure what he was doing. I had seen him throw the covers off him and
his silhouette moved as he jacked off in the darkness. And when I asked him,
he told me "jacking off" and when I asked him he explained it to me..then
showed me.
After that I watched him often. Sometimes I'd get the lubricant for him from
the bathroom or fetch a wet washcloth for him as he lay on his bed exhausted
and splattered with his own juices.
And when my cock began to get hard, I kept trying to make it do what Carl's
did but it wouldn't. "Just be patient" he'd tell me.
Finally one night, I showed him I could do it and he applauded until our
parents yelled at us to go to sleep.
In the darkness, I threw off the covers and jacked off again. Carl told me to
go to sleep that time.
After then, we both did it like horny sailors as many times as we could. We
even had contests to see how many times we could do it. After lying to each
other a few times, we had a real contest watching each other jacking off one
weekend day when our folks were away.
We stayed naked the entire day and night....and whenever we got hard, we'd
jack until our bodies spit out sperm.
Carl won the contest and I had to lick him until all his sperm was cleaned up.
It tasted like salt..but I just said "yuck" and lived up to our agreement.
Kenny tilted his head back and Carl covered it with cum......I knew how much
sperm Carl could shoot. I had the same talent..and we'd wonder how much sperm
we shot.
We even shot into glasses to see which one shot more. It was a tie.
So, I sat naked jacking my cock as I kept rewinding the tape watching Carl
orgasming all over Kenny and finally my own fist was pounding fast and hard
until I was going crazy falling all over the couch and floor my sperm shooting
everywhere.
I lay there....exhausted and pissed at Carl.
He had ignored me for months and I knew why. He and Kenny, Mark, Adrian and
other friends probably, were doing what I had just seen him and Kenny do
together.
I was shut out, ignored, not wanted.
I wanted to put my tongue on his cock and balls. I wanted to bury my face
between his buttocks, I wanted to bite his nipples hard..and kiss his face,
neck, chest, belly and hard erection.
I wanted to feel his cock move inside me and lay there watching his naked
sweaty body jamming into me as it had to Kenny.
I wanted to squat over him and sit on his cock. I wanted to kneel beneath him
and shower in his sperm.
I put the tape in my underwear drawer..under my socks. I knew I'd watch it
again and again.
And I began to think about how I would tell him. How I would admit my
longings. Perhaps, during the night, I'd take off my shorts and slide into his
bed next to him. Or I'd step into the shower while he was there and give
myself to him in anyway he wanted.
Or if he were changing, I'd move to my knees and tilt my head back and open my
mouth and admit my hunger.
Maybe I'd talk to Kenny and experimetn with him..maybe plan it so Carl would
discover us together as he and Kenny had been.
Maybe I'd just stay naked until they came home.
Or I'd just sit down and talk to him when we were alone.
Or maybe I'd leave the tape where he could find it...and he'd be angry with me
but know what I needed..wanted..and had discovered I had wanted for all these
years that had passed.
I began to doze off...hoping Carl would come home...soon.