Date: Fri, 3 Feb 2006 12:45:25 +0000 (GMT)
From: slut <maleslut443@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Starting with the family - part one.

This first part of this story is a mixture of fact and
fiction, but as the story continues fiction [or fantasy]
will take over. Comments and conversation always welcome.

As a kid, I shared a room and a bed with my brother in
the very small flat we lived in at the time. He's ten
years older than me, with my sister four years younger
than him, and naturally he tended to be the dominant one
in the relationship. He was good looking and well
muscled, with the sort of tight body that I would develop
too as I got older. Then, though, I was a scrawny little
kid, and I both envied and admired his body. In such a
confined living space it was inevitable that I would see
him naked at times, and his flaccid cock fascinated me. I
was already masturbating by then, but his even limp
seemed bigger to me than my own hard. He was masturbating
too, as I well knew from nights when he thought I was
asleep and the bed would begin to shake as he tossed
himself off.

What I most wanted to do was to touch it, and one night
when he was asleep I summoned the courage to do it. I
reached around him and slipped my small hand inside the
slit in his pyjama bottoms. That time, nervous and
scared, I only touched it with the tips of my fingers and
both the feel of it and my own nervousness had me so
excited that I didn't sleep at all that night. After that
night, I got bolder. I would feel it and roll it on my
palm, and reach further down and cup his balls. Sometimes
his cock would stir and become partially erect, and they
were the best times of all.
I also set out to be naked as much as possible when he
was around, taking time drying myself after a wash and
slowing down dressing and undressing, but it didn't seem
to arouse any interest. Nor did it seem to with my Dad,
whom I was giving the same treatment. I was getting
curious about his cock as well, but as he showered at
work it wasn't till a while later that I got the chance
to see his. I found I liked being seen naked, an
exhibitionist streak that was to come out all the
stronger as I got older, and was always looking for
opportunity to expose myself to family and neighbour
visitors when they called round if I could make it seem
natural. The one time around then that I risked a little
more was when I had been left alone in the flat and the
tally man was due to call for his money. As soon as he
knocked, I stripped off and opened the door naked. He
seemed surprised, as you would expect, and stood looking
down at me for a moment before smiling an starting to rub
his groin through his trousers. I was half hoping and
half fearing that he would do more, but all he did was
stand there looking down at my small hairless body and
rubbing himself. After a few minutes, he said something
about how I'd catch cold if I didn't get something on and
then took the money and left.

I'd been feeling my brother up for about a month when he
caught me at it. I was laying there with my hand inside
his pyjama bottoms, my own little cock hard as I played
with it with my other hand, when suddenly his started to
grow until it filled my hand. Then he rolled over onto
his back, and I felt his hand come down on mine holding
it there against his now fully erect cock.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked.

My mouth was too dry and I was too scared to more than
mumble something unintelligible. I felt his hand go to
the back of my head and grab hold of my hair.

"You like touching cock, do you, you little queer?" He
pulled my head forward and down until my face was above
his crotch. "See how you like the taste then."

He let go of my hand and his cock so that it sprung up
and hit my by the side of my mouth. Then he positioned me
so that my face was over it. I had no idea what to do, so
for want anything better I kissed the tip. It was warm
and strange against my lips.

I heard him laugh. "Very sweet," he said. "Open your
mouth."

I did as I was told, and he pushed my head down a little
to that his cock entered my mouth. The sensation that
first time is one I will never forget, feeling that
strange combination of hardness and softness that is an
erect cock on my lips and inside my mouth. And the fact
that it was my brother's cock in my mouth gave me a
tingling feeling deep in my stomach.

He didn't pull me down very hard, and so that time no
more than the head entered my mouth although that was
enough for me just then. Maybe he was scared, worried
about being caught. He was certainly excited. After a few
minutes he pushed me away, and then pulled his pyjama top
up and trousers down before quickly wanking himself to a
climax. The cum spurted up his stomach and chest, and he
grabbed my head again and brought my face down to his
stomach. He rubbed my cheek on the sticky cum and then
let me go.

"That's spunk, bum boy," he said. "Get used to it."

He readjusted his pyjamas and turned over and seemed to
fall asleep immediately. I wiped my cheek on my sleeve,
and lay down myself. But I didn't get much sleep myself.
Next morning he wanted me not to say anything, or he
would tell Mum and Dad that he had caught me touching him
up and that this was my way of trying to get out of it.
Then the stern look disappeared and he smiled at me.

"That was nice," he said. "And it's going to get nicer."