Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2017 16:17:30 -0600
From: Tulsa Bigdaddy <tulsa.bigdaddy@gmail.com>
Subject: Brothers Picking Up Where We Left Off - Part 1

Just before noon on Sunday, I'm pulling out of my brother's driveway.  He
lives in the same farming community we grew up in.  We've been estranged,
and I thought it would be good to drive to the farm over the weekend, since
I was just 100 miles away on a business trip in St. Louis.  As I pulled
out, I did a quick assessment - my jaw hurt, my shoulders hurt, my knees
hurt – and most of all, my butthole was stinging.  His cum was leaking
out of my asshole.  His taste of him was in my mouth.  And from my neck
down, there was not a single hair on my body.

Some background: Bobby is 4-years older than me, divorced a couple of
times, and usually has had one live-in woman or another for the last
15-or-so years.  He and I both have football builds – broad shoulders,
long torsos, muscular legs/thighs/asses.  He carries himself like the jock
he was in high school, and has developed a "mountain man" persona as he has
aged.  When I called to see if he was free for the weekend, he said "Come
on up.  Sharon is off visiting her Mother." Bobby is semi-retired, and I
was glad to hear this month's live-in would be gone.

Friday morning, I cut my last meeting short, got in the rental car and
arrived at Bobby's house before lunch.  We went to town in his pickup, to a
local diner and had a great lunch.  Bobby asked if I could help him that
afternoon cleaning out debris in his garden, so he could put in "late
summer crops" that would produce vegetables until the first freeze.  He
makes significant tax-free cash at Farmer's Markets, and the late summer
crops bring in even more cash.

Once back to the farm, I needed to change clothes.  I got my suitcase out
of the rental car and started to go upstairs when Bobby said "you're in the
basement."  I looked at him curiously and he said "It's all new."

Wow.  Bobby had given the basement a total makeover – it now boasted a
big family room with a kitchen/bar area, bedroom with a king-size bed,
en-suite bath with a huge shower.  I was shocked by the uber-cool layout
and upscale finishes in the basement – it was amazing.  Bobby said it
was his "man cave," where he could go and watch games (on the huge UHD TV),
a place where he could go and not be bothered by "whatever woman I'm with
at the time."

I changed clothes, and we worked in the August heat, sun (and humidity for
about 3-hours.  Taking care of livestock and the farm, Bobby is naturally
fit, and I'm not.  I work hard in an office.  At home, my wife and I have a
lawn service, pool service - and hire someone to do the "around the house"
chores.  So while he barely broke a sweat, and I sweat completely through
my shirt and jeans.

Late in the afternoon, we were finished.  Bobby said "Let's have a drink
and snacks on the porch while you cool down.  I eat my main meal at lunch,
then a lite dinner."  Sounded good to me.  We went to the porch, and he
fixed us a couple of bourbon & waters, followed by a couple of trays of
meat, cheese and home-grown veggies.  After the work earlier in the day
– along with some awkward silences – we were beginning to break the
ice.

Bobby said "do you still smoke pot?"

"Not in the last 35 years," I replied.

He said "I grow some here and there, and it's pretty good.  You up for a
toke?"  So like the naughty boys we used to be, he brought out a baggie and
rolled a couple of joints.  "This shit is a lot stronger than it was in the
`70s, so go light," Bobby said.

After some solid hits on the first joint, I felt relaxed, good all over
– and high.  Obviously, Bobby was right there too.  He said "Let's save
this last joint for later.  I want to get a shower and I know you do too."

I told him I needed to take a dump, so I went to the ½ bath on the main
floor while he showered downstairs in the man cave.

When I went downstairs, I was shocked to see Bobby sitting naked on a towel
on the leather sofa.  His hair was wet, so he just got out of the shower.
Noticing my expression, he said "I don't get dressed just to hang out here.
Hope that's OK with you," Bobby said.

I laughed and said "it's not like we've never been naked together before."
Being raised on a farm, there wasn't a lot of modesty.  And back when we
were in school, all the boys showered naked after PE, showered naked at the
pool, showered naked at the club after golf, etc.  Back in the day, Bobby
was a jock, and has continued to maintain his fitness.

But – way back when I was about 10 and Bobby was 14, our nakedness took
on a different twist.  Our sister went off to college, so it was just Bobby
and me upstairs, separate rooms and sharing a bathroom.  One night, he
asked me to come to his room – this was way cool because as a 4th
grader, I was never allowed in his room.

He told me about being in Jr. High – the whole class having to strip
down and take showers after PE, the pranks, etc.  Then he said our sister
was fucking her boyfriend before she left for college, and the boyfriend
has a huge dick.  He had to explain fucking to me.  I asked how he knew the
guy had a big dick, and he said he had seen it.  I was so naοve, and
asked Bobby if he thought her boyfriend had hair on his dick and underarms
– and Bobby said "Well yeah – he's 18. Come closer, I've got
something to show you."

He took off his shirt and showed me his hairy underarms.  He laid back on
his bed and said for me to come look, he had hair around his belly button.
I knelt on the floor next to his bed – and looked at his belly button.
"Can I touch it?" I asked.

"Sure – let me turn on this light" as he turned on the bedside lamp.
The hair on his belly was dark and coarse – just like his underarms.  I
remarked about how the hair around his belly button made this column that
went down inside his jockey briefs.  "Wanna see where it goes?" he asked.
I nodded – it sounded OK, but I was not prepared for what happened next.

Bobby pulled off his jeans and jockey shorts and out popped this great big
dick, with big hangy-down balls and hair everywhere!  Last time I'd seen
him naked, he was like me – little-boy penis, little-boy balls and
hairless.  When did this happen?  I just stared at his nakedness.  I was
astounded, and tentatively touched his rapidly hardening penis.  Bobby said
"I'm going to show you some stuff, but you can never, EVER tell anybody
anything about this, OK?"  I nodded.  I'd never seen anyone naked up close
like this, and it was hypnotic for me.

Bobby took hold of his now hard cock – which looked enormous to my
10-year-old eyes – and started stroking.  "You ever do this?" he asked.
I told him how sometimes, I'd rub my wiener on the sheets, and how great it
felt when it got hard.  "Watch this, it is much MUCH better" he assured me.

I watched closely as he began to stroke his penis and it got bigger and
bigger.  Bobby explained that this was called "jacking off."  His penis
turned from pink (around the head) to purple all over as he stroked it back
and forth.  "OK Mikey, watch this!" he said, and began moaning.  As he was
moaning and panting, he stiffened up his legs and feet and this white stuff
jetted out of his dick up to his chin, his chest and finally into his dark
pubic nest.  I was astounded.

He looked at me all glassy-eyed, and said "This is called cumming.  All
that white stuff is called cum – it's what you shoot in a woman when you
fuck her, and it makes a baby.  And when you cum it feels amazing.  What
about you – can you cum, Mikey?"

I was in shock from what I'd witnessed, and realized that my dick was rock
hard, but still just a little-boy-wiener.  "No.  I can't do that.  But can
I help you do it again?"  Bobby laughed and said it would take a few
minutes for him to "recharge."  He wiped the sperm from his teen-age body
with a sock as I continued to feast my eyes on him.

"Let's have a look at you, Mikey.  You've seen me, now it's my turn to see
you."  My heart sank.  I loved the feelings I occasionally had in my penis,
but there was nothing happening down there – and I suddenly didn't want
Bobby to see it.  "Come on...  You've seen everything I've got, so it's
only fair that I get to see you too."

"Oh, OK" I said.  I took off my shirt, then slowly got my shorts and
jockeys off.  Bobby took hold of my little-boy-penis and said "This is just
what mine used to be like."  That made me feel better.  I liked him
touching my penis.  He could have continued for days.

Bobby had me lay down where he could see my dick better with the bedside
lamp.  He gave me a thorough exam, checked my underarms carefully – and
centered on my dick and balls.  I liked his touch on me, and my dick
remained hard.  He pulled back and forth on my little dick, and it felt
good – really good.  But I'd never had an orgasm before, and didn't know
anything about them.  All I wanted was to touch him all over like he was
doing to me.

Bobby said "I'm getting hard again.  You really want to jack me off this
time?"  I was so ready – I grabbed his rubbery cock and tried to stroke
it like he did me.  I wanted to see his balls – they were huge compared
to my marble-sized ones.  And there was all this skin on his ball-sack, so
the big ball sack laid way down on the bed.  I stroked his huge penis
(which felt hot and smooth and hard like iron) and felt around his balls
and pubic hair with the other.  "Damn, Mikey – that feels good!  Wrap
your hand around my dick a little harder, and pull it back and forth
faster."  I complied, and Bobby was making noises again – which I
thought was good.

"Faster AND harder," he yelled.  I kept pulling/pushing his dick, which had
gone from rubbery to titanium.  Bobby and I are both circumcised, and both
have intact frenulums.  As I fiddled with his magic spot, he yelled "You're
going to make me cum again!"  My face was just inches from his dick, so I
moved back a bit – just in time to hear him yell "here it comes, Mikey!"
I could feel the pulsing inside his big hard penis as it spit forth another
batch of cum.  "The second time is always less" he explained, still
breathing hard.

I tried to visually memorize everything as he came down from his sexual
high.  I took the sock he used previously to mop up his tummy and pubes,
and mopped up his smaller load - while holding his penis in my left hand.
Bobby said he was done for the night, and I left his room.

Back in my room, I sat amazed, bewildered and guilty.  Long before I knew
anything about sex, we were taught in Catholic school that unless you were
married, everything sexual was wrong – completely wrong.  And now I'll
go to hell for all eternity.  I didn't want to go to hell, but I couldn't
get Bobby's big hard hairy dick out of my mind – neither the visual nor
the feel of that big dick.

It was a few days later when Bobby asked me to his room, and I was afraid
to go in.  I was afraid to burn in hell.  So I told him "no" and shut my
door.

Going forward, there were times I was an eager participant to watch, help
and learn.  Other times I refused to "help" Bobby because I was so afraid
of burning in hell.  Bobby enjoyed laying on the bed, legs spread, with his
hands behind his head – watching me explore his developing body.  And
watching me lust while I jacked off his magnificent penis.  And while I
knew it was wrong, sometimes I just had to give in and experience his
sexuality one more time.  Had I not been afraid of hell, I'd have done so
much more with him!

Bobby continued to examine me closely, and would play with my dick and
balls.  Months later, it was Bobby who discovered that I had the beginnings
(he called them buds) of pubic hair both in my underarms and above my dick.
Our playtime went for a couple of years, with him getting more muscular and
more hairy – and me finally getting a start of a few soft dark hairs
just above my dick and in my underarms.

Then Bobby turned 16 (I was 12), got a car, and wanted nothing to do with
me again. He remained my hero.

The only time I saw his penis again was the weekend before his first
marriage when he was 19.  Our family went to Chicago to a cousin's wedding,
and Bobby and I shared a hotel room.  Once we got back to the hotel after
the wedding, I asked him if he remembered showing me about sex.  He said
"Yes, I do.  And if you want to jack me off again, you can.  But I'm not
touching you."  While that stung a bit, I didn't care.  I went over to his
bed, pulled off his jockey shorts, lusted over his man-sized dick and
balls, covered in hair – and jacked him to a great climax.  He told me
to get a towel from the bathroom and clean him up – which I did.  Then
he rolled over and went to sleep.

Of course, I was 15 then, and was much more knowledgeable about sex than I
had been at 10.  I took the cum-filled towel, went to my bed, and smelled
his sperm.  I knew what mine smelled like and wanted to see is his was
different.  I took my hard and now hairier dick out, jacked off and shot a
load that hit the headboard.  My equipment was all about Ύ the size of
his.  My balls weren't nearly as big and full.  I was neither as muscular
nor as hairy as he.  Bobby was pure sex and I was in lust.

Back to the present – almost 50-years later – seeing Bobby naked had
a huge effect on me.  Despite having had my prostate removed 6-years
earlier due to cancer, I was rock hard.  Following the surgery, that degree
of hardness occurred only with a blue pill or a shot in the dick or my
vacuum pump.  But I wasn't in control of this.  When I saw Bobby naked,
with his dick, balls and pubes again on display - after nearly 50-years - I
had the same uncontrollable arousal I'd experienced before.  Not only was
my dick rock hard, my heart was pounding.  It's like I was a moth and
Bobby's dick was the flame.

To be continued...