Date: Sat, 29 Jun 2002 08:22:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: bill35213@yahoo.com
Subject: Sleeping Porch

     When I was a kid, it was not uncommon for my
family to spend time during the summer with my
grandmother.  Hers was a big and rambling shotgun type
of house with big porches, tall ceilings and huge
windows. On the back of the house was a wonderful
sleeping porch with windows on three sides. Although
there was no air conditioning, there was a system in
place that had a fan pull air through the house.  With
the windows just cracked, the breeze would be
wonderful and the room would actually get cold at
night.
     One night when I was about twelve years old, my
brother and I were visiting my grandmother while my
parents were tending to some family business.  I had
gone to bed and was just about asleep when I heard my
brother came in late from a party with some of his
friends.
     My brother was twenty-one at the time.  He was
6'4" tall and weighed about 240 pounds.  He was big,
but lean. He was a college football player who later
became a career Marine Corps officer.
     I heard him clumsily open the back door and stop
at the bathroom that was just near the back door.
Because my grandmother's house was not air
conditioned, my brother and I slept in the same bed to
get the benefit of the fancooling system of the house.
     I could tell that he had had a lot to drink
because it took him forever to empty his bladder.  It
was further obvious that he had had a bit too much to
drink by the way he walked onto the sleeping porch.
He tried to be quiet not so much to keep from waking
me up but to keep from waking my grandmother up.  Her
bedroom was right next to the sleeping porch.  What he
didn't know was that I was still awake.
     Now, my brother had been away at school for a
while and this was the first time we had been around
each other for a while. What happened next was a huge
surprise for me.  He started taking off his clothes.
First, he took his shirt off, dropping it to the
floor.  He stood there for a moment and rubbed his
slightly hairy chest and nipples. Next came the shoes
and socks.  Next he slipped out of his shorts and was
just standing there in his underwear.  He was really
well cut--very muscular.  As we had shared a room
before, none of this was unusual.  All this time he
thought I was asleep.
     But next, he took his boxers off and dropped them
to the floor.  I couldn't believe the size of his
cock. It had been a while since I had seen him naked
and I didn't remember him being that big.  He was
about 5 inches soft with very large orbs hanging below
his shaft.  He stood there, cupped his balls and
massaged them for a few seconds as if he were
adjusting himself.  I had never seen him do that
before.
     I didn't know what he was going to do next
because we had never slept together without underwear
on.  He pulled back the covers on his side of the bed
and just lay down.    He didn't have a stitch of
clothes on.  It wasn't long before he was out.  There
was just enough light in the room for me to be able to
see him in all of his glory.
     He was a bit restless at first. Then, after a few
minutes, his breathing became very regular, slower,
and very deep. He lay very still.  I knew he was
asleep.  While just looking at his cock, I got the
hardest twelve-year-old boner I had ever felt.  I knew
I had to touch his dick.
     We had never played with each other before.  My
heart was racing at the thought.  I very slowly moved
my hand over to his belly and just barely touched the
top of his dick. He didn't move.  I explored further
and felt his balls in my hand. They were hanging low
because of the heat. It was a feeling of exhilaration
I had never known. My heart was about to explode.
     The next thing I knew, he was getting hard.  I
had never seen him hard.  His dick just got bigger and
bigger. I wrapped my hand around his 7.5 inch dick and
I couldn't believe the feeling of how hard and how big
it was.  He stirred a bit but still didn't wake up.
     I gently started stroking his dick up and down
just to feel the skin as it would move.  It was hard
but at the same time, soft and silky. I was absolutely
inexperienced at anything like this. I could hear his
breathing getting a bit faster and deeper. His dick
was getting harder and harder. I started stroking just
a little faster.
     I could feel the ooze as it came from his dick
head. After another minute or so, he moved and put his
hand on my hand.  I was terrified.  I thought, oh no,
I've been caught. What was he, the football-playing
Marine, going to do to me?
     Without saying a word, he readjusted my fingers
around his dick the way he wanted them.  He whispered,
"This feels better--do it this way."  My heart was
racing and about to beat out of my chest.  Next,
without saying another word, he took my hand and
showed me how he wanted me to stroke his dick.  After
that, he just lay there and let me do the work. I
could tell that he was really feeling good...alcohol
for the buzz and a hard-on that was being worked by
someone else. What could be better?
     His breathing got deeper and faster. His body was
getting more and more rigid.  He took my hand and
started moving it faster and faster.  I could tell
that his balls were getting tighter.  His breathing
was deep, very deep and his whole body was getting
more and more rigid.  His hips began thrusting.  He
was moaning ever so quietly.  He was moving my hand
faster and faster.  His body tensed, his dick got even
bigger and then, the spasms came and he exploded. Six
or eight large globs of cum shot up onto his hairy
chest and onto his belly.  I had never seen anyone cum
before. The smell of his man juice was intoxicating
for a 12 year old.  I took some of the cum and tried
to continue rubbing the head of his dick with it but
he held my hand still as it was too intense.  I
remember feeling the texture of his cum in my
hand--thick, milky and warm.  I still remember the
smell.
     After a minute or two, his breathing returned to
normal, his body relaxed and his dick softened.  He
took my hand and had me massage his cum into his chest
and stomach hair.  Within a minute or two, he was
again asleep.  I was still so excited that I had a
hard time falling asleep. I was twelve years old and
had never cum myself.
     The next morning when we woke up he never said a
word about what had happened the night before. But
that wasn't the last episode of my jacking him off.
That is another story.

     (I'd love to hear your comments about my first
attemp at erotica.  If you want more, E-mail me at:
Bill35213@yahoo.com)