Date: Thu, 4 Jul 2002 12:55:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Bill35213@Yahoo.com" <bill35213@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sleeping Porch Part II

The usual disclaimers apply to this autobiographical
story. If you are offended by reading material about
M4M sexual activity between brothers or if it is
illegal to read such material in your community, then
don't read this story.

(This is the continuation of a story I wrote about an
experience that had happened about six months before.
I wanted the story to stand on its own, hence the
repetition of some parts.)

"Home for the Holidays"

	My brother was away at school for the first semester
of his senior year of college.  His college football
team had just won the small college championship with
him as the star defensive tackle.  At 6'4", 255, he
was one of the fastest players on his team.  He was
all muscle and no fat--the results of many hours in the
weight room, no doubt.  Now, all he had to do was just
ride out his last days as a senior before graduation.
The Marines were waiting for him, however.  It was
1967 and the war in Viet Nam was at its height.
	I was all excited about seeing him home for the
Christmas holidays.  It seemed that the days leading
up to Christmas were passing at a snails pace.  As a
seventh grader, I no longer believed in Santa Claus
but the excitement of the decorations, the tree,
presents, family and the great food was what Christmas
was all about.
	When my brother was at home, we spent many hours
together.  Although I was nine years younger than he,
I was always included in activities with his friends
during the day.  Of course, at night, when he went
out, I had to stay home.
	Just before Thanksgiving, we had just moved into a
new house.  It was a modest three-bedroom house with
two bathrooms, large den, and kitchen. My parents had
spent many hours on the plans.  The house was
initially designed so that my brother and I would each
have our own bedroom.  However since it was Christmas
and my grandmother was visiting from out of town, she
was staying in my brother's bedroom. That meant that
he and I would have to share my  room for the
holidays.
	I had spent many hours remembering an experience with
my brother at my grandmother's house just the summer
before where we had also shared a bed on the sleeping
porch.  He had come in late one evening and having had
too much to drink, and he thinking I was asleep, came
to bed with no clothes on.  I remembered seeing him
naked--I was very curious about touching his dick.
Thinking he was asleep, I slowly reached over and put
my hand on his stomach.  He didn't stir.  I slowly
slid my hand down to his dick and lightly stroked it.
He started getting hard.  I continued to massage his
huge balls, which were hanging low with summer's heat.
I had never felt such excitement.  Before I knew it,
his seven-inch cock was rock hard and oozing.  I had
never seen or much less felt anything like that
before.  As my heart was about to beat out of my
chest, I gently started to lightly stroke his dick.
He started to breath faster and deeper. I still
thought he was asleep.
	I would never forget the sense of panic when he
reached down and grabbed my hand.  I just knew he,
being the football-playing Marine, was about to beat
the crap out of me.
	Instead, he taught me to beat off, his way.  He
replaced my hand on his dick and told me to move with
longer, faster strokes.  Without another word, I
started stroking his rock hard cock the way he wanted
it done. I could tell that something was happening but
I wasn't sure what.  I had had hard-on's before but I
had never cum.  His body got more tense, his breathing
deeper and his balls tighter.  He grabbed my hand
again and moved it at what seemed to be the speed of
light.   With several more strokes, his body arched,
muscles tightened and for the first time, I was seeing
globs of cum flying everywhere. When I continued to
stroke him he made me stop telling me that it was too
intense.  It wasn't until later that fall that I would
understand what he meant.
	I often remembered how cool he was with that event
because he never mentioned it or even acted like
anything had happened. I also remembered that it
seemed that after that single event, my pre-adolescent
dick grew from its two inches hard with no pubic hair
to its six inches with a semi-full bush of hair in
about four months.  I learned what cumming was all
about and I finally understood what he meant by the
"too intense" sensation that would grip my body.
	I could feel the electricity of the holidays in the
air.  The house smelled of cedar, fir and cinnamon. My
brother had called and said that he and one of his
friends had left college late and he would be home
later than expected.  Later that evening, when he
arrived home, I could tell that he was exhausted.
Late night studying for exams had taken its toll on
him.
	Although I was expecting him to be upset about having
to sleep in my room, he was cool with it.  He said
that grandmother needed a room for herself as a
sanctuary of quiet and privacy.
	About midnight, we all crashed.  He had unpacked his
things and was happy to live out of a suitcase for the
two weeks he was home.  We both climbed into bed.  I
was still very excited thinking about the summer and
what might happen again.  As he had never indicated
anything about the summer, I was hoping that he
wouldn't see my very obvious erection, especially that
I was bigger now.  Well, we both crashed.  Neither of
us got up until ten o'clock the next morning.
	The day was busy with all of the last minute shopping
going on.  My brother had brought presents home from
school and was trying to sneak them under the tree.
Christmas Eve had never before been so exciting.
	As was our family tradition, we always had a big
Christmas Eve meal with the extended family at our
house.  Aunts, uncles, cousins...it was a flurry of
activity.  As the relatives were leaving and the din
of the evening was quieting, my parents made a big
to-do about needing to go to bed because Santa Clause
would come if we were awake.  With feigned reluctance,
my brother and were down the hall and into my bedroom.
	As we got undressed, we talked for a few minutes.  I
was standing there with just my boxers on.  He
commented that he had noticed how tall I had gotten.
As he took his pants off, I couldn't help but stare at
the immense size of his package.  It was all I could
do to not get hard.
	As we got into bed, he told me that he really had
missed me the past few months.  We tussled for a
minute or two in a brotherly way and before I knew it
we were both again asleep.
	I was dreaming of the time we had spent together the
past summer.  It was a warm and tingly feeling of
excitement.  That was when I realized that I was--awake
and in my brother's arms.  During the night, my
brother had rolled over next to me and had wrapped me
up and was holding me close to his warm, muscular and
slightly hairy body.  It was then that I realized that
I was hard as a rock and that his hand was under the
elastic waistband of my boxers. His fingers were
wrapped around the shaft of my throbbing dick.  I
could feel the cool of wetness that had come from the
ooze of my dick on my boxers.
	I moved slightly and then felt it--the length of his
hard seven inches pressing against my back.  My heart
was racing! I could feel the beads of sweat popping
out on my skin.  He too, felt sweaty.
	I reached slowly around with my trembling hand to get
a better feel of his dick.  He moved slightly allowing
my hand to touch his dick. He stirred slightly and
only pulled me closer to him.  I dared not move for
fear that he would awaken and it would be over.
	As I was lying there my heart was about to explode.
I had never experienced such exhilaration.  I felt the
slightest stirring in my boxers.  His grip had
tightened ever so slightly.  That is when I realized
that he was gently stroking MY cock. I didn't want the
moment to stop. Was this a dream or was this real?  My
body was going crazy.  I was fully wet at that time.
He stirred a bit more and held me tighter. He was
asleep and stroking ME.
	I slowly repositioned myself so that I was on my
back.  My eyes were closed, I was breathing hard...and
then I felt him tugging on my boxers. He moved about
and then I heard him whisper, "I want to take these
off."  I couldn't believe what was happening.
	I lifted my hips ever so slightly as he slid my
boxers to my ankles. He then slid his boxers off, too.
 There we were both naked as the day we emerged from
our mother's womb. He started stroking me again.  I
could feel the tightening of my balls.  I had cum
enough to know that I was going to shoot pretty soon.
I told him I was about to cum and he stopped what he
was doing.  "Make it last a little longer...I want to
give you a Christmas present you will never forget."
He started kissing my nipples...a sensation I never new
would feel so good. He was massaging my balls as he
continued to kiss my stomach.  God, how good it felt.
	He started stroking my dick ever so slightly again.
I was hard as iron. He could tell that I was getting
closer.  Just as my breathing was heavy and as my
muscles were tightening, he stroked me faster.  I had
never felt so good when I beat myself off.  It was a
sensation I had never before experienced in my few
months of masturbation...it was the warm wetness of my
brother mouth as he engulfed my entire six inches.
	My body tensed immediately--I gasped and moaned as I
exploded into his mouth.  But, not only did I feel the
warm wetness spew into his mouth, I felt a warm
wetness all over my body.  I had never realized it but
while he was stroking and sucking me, he was stroking
himself to cum with me.
	We both collapsed into each other's arms--the
stickiness of our sweat and his cum holding us
together. He held me closer to him.  As my heart
slowed, my breathing eased, and my cock softened, he
squeezed me and said, "Merry Christmas, little
brother.  I love you."


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