Date: Tue, 4 May 2010 19:07:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Sparks <joeyboi@y7mail.com>
Subject: Sharing Rooms With Nathan (Part 1: Beginnings)

Being oldest, I decided on the rooms.  For years I'd been living in the
small room next to Mum and Dad's, while Nathan and Sammy shared the larger
room at the end of the hall.  When Sammy started sleepwalking at the age of
6 or 7 (in his little pyjamas, he walked into my room twice!), I suggested
he should take the small room closer to Mum and Dad, and Nathan and I
should start sharing the bigger room. Mum was impressed by my
consideration.

I moved rooms over a weekend and took Sammy's old spot in the top bunk.
Nathan was happy not to have to move his cut-out football pictures from the
wall of the bottom bunk.  With only two years between us we had always been
close, but we had never shared rooms and it took getting used to.  Nathan
was messy as anything and would throw his school uniform on the floor in
the afternoon, and leave his clothes, books and sports gear all over the
place. My side of the room was mostly neat and clean.  The other thing to
get used to was seeing each other naked. Since all three of us were
swimmers, we would often see each other getting changed in the morning at
the pool. Dad would drop us off at 6.30am and we would stumble into the
change rooms to strip out of our trackie pants and into our Speedos.  Half
asleep, Nathan would often still have a morning boner, and more than once I
saw him absentmindedly bend his little stiff sideways to fit it into his
Speedos. Being naturally curious about different sizes and shapes, I
started talking to Nathan just when we were getting changed so that we
would be facing each other when our pants went down, and we'd both glimpse
down and say nothing.

Sharing a room, I discovered that Nathan was relaxed about being naked.
He'd come in from the shower with his clothes scrunched up in front of him,
drops of water still on his back and legs, and throw his clothes on the
floor as he went in search of undies.  Often, because he never kept his
clothes neat, the search would take a while, and he would be absentmindedly
talking or complaining, rummaging through his clothes as his pert little
uncut dick swung left and right. On school nights I was allowed to stay up
an hour later than Nat, but on weekends we would often go to bed at the
same time and change into our pyjamas on either side of the double bunk.  I
would bend down to take off my pants slowly and glimpse Nathan's body on
the other side of the room.  He was skinnier than me, and though he was
shorter, his limbs seemed somehow longer. His tan line would change from
his dark tanned legs to a slightly paler board shorts line, and paler again
at his school shorts line, and soft pale thighs to his Speedos line, right
to his pure white bum with cute little incurved cheeks, quite manly for a
kid his age.  I was 13 and Nathan was 11.  Somehow I would glimpse his body
almost every day.

I was also interested in letting him see me.  It had been about a year
since I had first noticed blondie brown hair growing at the very top part
of my dick. Alone in my room I used to stand in front of the mirror and
experiment with how far away or close you needed to be in order to see
them, but by the time I moved rooms the patch had become thicker and shiny.
Although I was a faster swimmer than Nathan, he was a better runner and
football player than me, and he had such a natural and likeable way about
him that it was easy to be proud of him but also easy to get a bit
jealous. As his big brother it was important to know that I was ahead of
him in some important areas and I would sometimes see his sleepy eyes drift
down to my bush of pubes as I stood in front of him in the change room in
the mornings or when I untied my Speedos in the shower after swimming our
laps.

The other thing to get used to sharing a room with my brother was finding
time and space to exercise my dick, to get it nice and stiff and rub the
head until I felt the sensation flow all through my legs and my body.
Alone in my room I had no restrictions and could get myself hard in the
mirror, flexing my little chest muscles and looking at my changing body,
before lying back on the bed and closing my eyes and trying to think about
girls and breasts.  Some mornings I'd wake up early and feel my dick rigid
against the sheets.  I'd move my hand down and slip it into my pyjamas,
feeling the roughness of my fresh pubes before grabbing my dick hard in my
hand and jacking it rigorously, or massaging the foreskin gently into the
head till I felt the release.  When I did it with the lights on, sitting on
my bed, or in front of the mirror, I'd see the small drops of syrupy milk
sit on my foreskin after orgasming, and look at it curiously before wiping
it away with the bottom of a t-shirt or a towel.  With Nathan sleeping
below me, those days seemed to be gone forever and I would lie in bed,
waiting until I heard the steady breath of his sleep, before reaching down
and gently masturbating, careful not to shake the bed too much.

When Nathan went to Year 7 camp for a few days (proud to be at high school
now and leaving only Sammy in primary uniform), I took the opportunity to
get stuck into a bit self exploration.  Lying on my back in Nathans bottom
bunk, I found I could 'walk' my feet up the wall, across the bottom of the
bunk above, until my body was folded over itself and my rigid dick was an
inch from my face.  Pulling the foreskin down to my mouth I found I could
stick my tongue around my foreskin, and pressing down on my hips I found I
could even get about half an inch into my mouth for a few moments at a
time.  I'd stay in that position for as long as I could manage it, stroking
my stiff dick into my mouth and over my face, until I let myself orgasm
into my lips and cheeks and collapse, exhausted, on Nathan's bunk, reeling
with the taste of an actual dick in my mouth.  Nathan was away for 3
nights, and each night I fell asleep in his bunk, masturbating wildly
sometimes three times in a row trying not to get drops on his sheets or his
pillow. When Nathan got back from camp I got back into the habit of going
to bed later than him, and making sure he was asleep before I climbed up to
my bunk to masturbate gently and quietly.  On the Friday night, something
extraordinary happened.

We'd all had a massive day at a swimming carnival and Sam fell asleep in
the car.  Nathan and me were so tired by the time we got home that we both
went to our room and talked about the races and the day as we got changed
in front of each other.  We were both happy to switch the light off at the
same time.  I was lying in the dark wondering how long I'd have to wait
before I'd hear Nat's gentle breathing so that I could start rubbing at my
already stiffening dick, when I felt something completely unexpected.
Within only a few minutes of us switching off the light, I felt the bed
shake; gently at first, but then harder and harder.  It was a rhythmical
shake, fast and hard, and unmistakable.  Nattie was beating his dick in the
bunk below me.  I froze. I lay there in the darkness, and felt my body
being rocked back and forth by the force of my little brother's session.
His rhythm was so intense and focussed I was sure he had no idea that I
could feel the bed rock, or hear his breath became faster and faster.  He
went on for about 3 or 4 minutes, energetically with the bed rocking and
even starting to creak but nothing slowed him down.  It built and built and
then suddenly he stopped.  For a while I thought he was going to start
again and I lay there hardly daring to breath, but within a few minutes I
heard the steady breath of his sleep.  It was only then that I realised my
dick was rigid and hard and straining against the sheets.  I crept my hand
down and it felt massive.  I started squeezing gently and within just a few
moments blew warm fluid all over my stomach.  When I touched it I was
amazed by the amount.

The next night nothing happened. Nat was asleep by the time I came to bed
and I masturbated gently, listening to his breathing, for the first time a
little excited by him being so close.  The night after that was a Sunday
and we both went to bed at the same time.  My dick was getting stiff and
soft again all evening as we finished tea and watched TV.  We didn't say
much to each other as we got changed for bed, and soon we were both in our
pyjamas and the light was off.  I lay in silence; eyes wide open, listening
for the tiniest rustle from below.  I didn't have to wait long and my heart
raced as it started happening.  Again, just gently at first, with a soft
kind of rocking, and then more sharp and jerky. My dick stiffened at the
rhythm and my heart was pounding.  I knew what I wanted to do, but had no
idea if I'd have the courage.  My hand crept down to my dick and I took
hold of it, I started squeezing it, feeling my little brother's jacking
rhythm coming from below. I began tugging the foreskin backwards and
forwards over the head as I was being rocked by his movements and slowly I
started doing it too.  I tried to stay in his rhythm and felt my movement
imitate his but it was hard to stay together long and suddenly, just a
moment, it became obvious that there were two of us jacking in the bed.  He
froze.  I'm sure it was the first time he realised that it was possible for
the other person to feel the bed shake. I stopped too and we both lay there
in absolute silence and stillness.

We lay there for what seemed like ages, dark and still. My dick more rigid
than I could ever remember and my hand still holding it tight.  From below
I couldn't hear a thing. Gently I started again.  Just slowly rubbing and
then getting into a rhythm like the one he had set earlier. I kept going,
alone, wanting to stop but wanting to keep going, suddenly embarrassed and
unsure and scared.  Then, at last, he joined in.  Fuck.  The two of us; me
top bunk, him bottom, doing it together, tugging, breathing, hearing,
shaking, speeding up and slowing down.  I shot first. I pulled my knees in
tight to my chest and was again amazed by the amount of stuff I felt squirt
onto my chest. I slowed my stroke on my wet dick, and felt Nattie keep
going solo below me, my dick twitching at his hard sharp rhythms.  When he
finished it was violent.  The bed shook and he panted and tugged like he
was ripping something open.  I was amazed by what seemed to be happening in
his young body, orgasming felt like the whole bed shuddered.  And then
stillness; both of us lying in the dark, too scared to say anything.  I lay
in the darkness not even wanting to clean up the wetness on my chest.
Then, after a few minutes, I heard his soft gently breathing.

The next morning we said nothing.  There was no smile, no glance, no
acknowledgment.  We went swimming in the morning and neither of us looked
at each other.  The day passed and we caught the school bus home.  Nathan
threw his school uniform on the floor and went out to training.  The
afternoon seemed to take forever. That night, after tea, he announced he
was going to bed early. I said I was tired too and we both left for our
room.  Sammy was furious when Mum said he might as well go to bed as well,
even though it was still twenty minutes before his bed time. Nathan and me
got to our room without saying a word or even looking at each other.  We
got changed over our sides of the room and climbed into our beds.  Nathan
asked if I was ready to turn the light off and I said yes.  He switched the
light off at the wall and climbed into bed.  It only took a moment and,
almost as if we'd been planning it the whole day, Nathan started shaking
the bed from below.  My hand went straight to my dick and I joined in with
my little brother.

For about 3 months we continued like that.  Every second night or so, one
of us would start and the other one would join in.  Sometimes, if he went
to bed first, he would wait for me. I would crawl up to my bunk, thinking
he was asleep and start tugging only to find he was ready to join in.  We
never said a word about it, although as soon as one of us started the other
would almost always join in with it. We got into the same rhythm. We'd slow
down and speed up together, bringing it right down to a gently, barely
noticeable stroke, and suddenly he would go all aggressive, jacking hard
and relentless for a minute with me keeping pace.  We got so in tune with
each other that we would build to a cum, and orgasm at exactly the same
time, both of us thrashing about in our beds, panting and letting tiny
little groans escape. For three months we continued, both talking to each
other and responding by how long, hard or fast we jacked.  It was like some
kind of dance, or like a game, and just a tiny bit like we were having sex.

One night, and I don't even know why, I spoke.  We were both in the middle
of a session. I had my pyjama pants down to my knees and was rubbing my
naked stomach with my other hand.  I had started wondering whether he did
it the same way or whether he would reach into his pants, or pull his stiff
out through his fly.  We had got so close that when we changed speed or
rhythm it was sometimes hard to know which us had changed and which one was
following and I sometimes imagined our two bodies, in exactly the same
position, doing the same thing and feeling the same way, almost as if we
were the same person in the dark. We were settling into a kind of middle
rhythm which would sometimes last for quite a few minutes, both of going
stroke for stroke, rocking the bed in unison, until one of us would
deliberately miss a stroke, making the bed rock back and forth double time
as if we were two boys on a boat jacking our dicks on a stormy sea. "What
ya doing?" I asked suddenly, my own voice taking me by surprise.

"Same as you" came the reply, almost as if he'd been expecting the question
this whole time, and somehow we both knew that was all that was needed.

By the time I pulled my pyjama pants up and climbed down out of my bunk,
Nathan had already shuffled over to the far side of his bed, to make room
for me.

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