Learning from My Brothers by decal (decal02@hotmail.com) I've been jerking off for as long as I can remember. For years I always did it through my briefs. Just like my older brothers. We shared the same bedroom, so I learned about jerking off early. But I did it more than they did. Did it so much that I tore holes in my underpants where my fingernail rubbed. My brothers noticed and joked about how horny I was. That made me think I was the only guy who jerked off so much, which kind of bothered me. But not enough to make me stop! Then one day in my high school locker room, I noticed this other kid with a rip in his underpants just like mine. Well, that kind of turned me on. I also didn't feel so alone. Ever since I've gotten off on looking at guys in white briefs. Whenever I write erotic stuff, I strip down to a well-worn pair of white classic Jockeys, because I usually get pretty excited. I figure that if what I'm writing keeps me hard, it's probably pretty good. At least for someone turned on by the same stuff I am. Anyway, I usually shoot off a couple of times while I'm writing, so getting down to my briefs makes sense, don't you think? As I mentioned earlier I grew up with three older brothers. Joe is four years older than me; Tim three years older; and Kyle a year older. Our house had only two bedrooms, so the four of us got the master bedroom; mom and dad took the smaller one. Two bunk-beds, three dressers (my greatest desire growing up was to have my own dresser, but I had to wait until Joe moved out to get it), and four small desks made for a tight squeeze. Fortunately the four of us got along OK most of the time, otherwise it would have been hell, especially for me as the youngest. Taking our cue from dad, around the house we wore just our underpants and, if it was chilly, our T-shirts. I can't remember a time there weren't Playboys and Hustlers secreted away in our room. Also I can't remember a time when my brothers weren't jerking off. Through some understanding, though, they kept their underpants on (mom always bought those white ones for us at Penny's) while they fisted the bulge of their boners until they shot off and soaked their briefs in cum. So, that's how I learned to do it. While I saw their dicks a lot, the only time I saw them hard was when they were tenting their shorts. I'm sure that's why I became so fascinated by men in their briefs. Because our bedroom was so cramped, there was no hiding our jerk-offs from the others. We either did it lying on our beds or at our desks as a break from homework. There was lots of watching each other and talking about those Playboy and Hustler women, me and Kyle learning from and copying the older two. We had the upper bunks and we looked down on the action. So I learned very early the pleasures of uninhibited self pleasure, even though I didn't first cum until I was 11. One interesting thing. After flooding our briefs in cum, we didn't take them off to change them. Tim jokingly called it "living with our loads." At some point Joe got me into bed with him. He must've planned it with Tim, because at the same time Tim pulled Kyle into his bed. This would go on for a week or so, with me and Kyle trading off between the other two. Then it would stop for a few months before starting up again. This went on until Joe left home after college. Anyway, that first time Joe pulled me against him, my back against his chest. He already had an erection, and I felt it pressing against my ass. He grabbed my hips and humped me until he shot off, his warm cum soaking through the back of my underpants. It was damn exciting. On those nights when I was with Tim, he always played with my erection through my shorts as he rubbed his hard- on against my ass. I usually came first. But Joe never played with my dick. I had to jerk off by myself after he sent me back to my bed. One day Joe changed what we did. He got me to lie on my back. Then he got on top of me and started rubbing his erection against mine. I looked across to Tim's bed. He and Kyle were standing there watching us intently as they masturbated through their briefs. Joe began to moan and I looked up into his face. It was the first time I saw the look of passion on another person's face. It was so exciting that I shot off that very moment. Joe's orgasm followed moments later. As Joe and I caught our breathes, we watched as Tim got on top of Kyle and the two of them ground their crotches together. They groaned pretty loud as they came. Afterwards, Joe told us we'd have to be more quiet in the future, so mom and dad wouldn't hear and check on us. As usual, Tim did it with me a little differently. As he climbed on top of me, I felt him slip his erection under the leg opening of my briefs, so that our bare cocks were rubbing right against each other. Both our loads then flooded my underpants. He told me not to tell Joe. He was kind of afraid of him. Kyle and me, we were in awe of him. (You can probably tell by now that Joe firmly ran the sex stuff among us.) Anyway I always looked forward to the nights I got to get into Tim's bed. The next change occurred when Joe started college. One day he brought home a couple of real porno magazines. One of them was bisexual with a blond, big busted woman and two muscular guys. One spread of photos showed the guys sucking on each others cocks. Well, this created quite a stir. Kyle and I did the obligatory "yuck." And Tim said something about how he's never do such a thing. (You see, Joe had always talked about queers as worse than the scum of the earth.) Joe, however, started talking about how those guys weren't faggots, they were bisexuals ... and he was starting to play with himself. Even though I was the youngest, I was the first to figure out where this was going. Tim and Kyle were so focused on looking at the porn that they didn't seem to be paying attention. I remember what happened next like it was yesterday. I stood up (we were all lying around on the floor) and loudly said, "No, I won't do it!" This was the first time I ever directly confronted Joe, and I was shaking real bad. "But, Danny," Joe said, "you might like it." He said it nicely but in his usual, firm way. He also was working the head of his cock out into the open above the elastic waistband of his briefs. "You can't make me!" I screamed and scrambled up onto my bunk. Kyle took flight to his bunk at that moment, too. I could tell that Joe was getting mad. He got up real fast but before he could do anything, Tim jumped up and pushed him back, telling him to leave us alone. Another first. I had never seen Tim confront Joe. Ever. Joe then threw his fist into Tim's face. Tim went down with a bloody lip. Joe stood there for a few moments. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. I tell you, I was scared to death. Then Joe started to cry. Yet another first--I'd never seen him cry before. He dropped down beside Tim and was telling him how sorry he was. Tim cringed away from him. But Joe, still crying, pulled him into his arms. Tim started to sob. Then Kyle and I started to cry. It was quite a scene. Later after lights out Joe slipped into Tim's bed and held him for several hours. There was a lot of whispering between them. I lay there listening to them, unable to hear their words, marveling at all that had happened. I realized that my feelings about Joe had changed significantly. I acknowledged that actually I was turned on by the pictures of those two guys sucking each other off and wanted to try it. I just didn't want to do it with Joe. Joe had always been so focused on only getting his needs met. I'd grown up assuming that that was just the way it worked because he was the oldest. But watching him cry and hold and comfort Tim, I saw a side of him I'd never seen before. I actually felt my awe of him shift to love. Of course, I'd always loved Joe. It's just now it was somehow different. It felt real good and hasn't changed one bit since. But it didn't stop there. Several days later Tim, with Joe encouraging him, told Kyle and me that he was gay. For some reason I wasn't surprised but what shocked me was Joe telling us how awful he felt about the bad things he'd said about gays over the years. He told us that there'd be no more of that out of any of us. Period--end of subject. A few days later Tim and I were alone and he shared with me that he had told Joe that he was gay when Joe had crawled into his bed that night and instead of grossing out or hitting him again, Joe listened as he poured his heart out. By the way, when I wrote this, it took two sessions to finish it, and I pumped out a couple of pretty big orgasms into my Jockeys. But what surprised me most was how I got all emotional when I wrote about what Joe did for Tim. I guess I'm pretty lucky with the brothers I got.