Date: Mon, 29 Dec 2003 20:16:41 -0500 (EST)
From: Michael Smith <wetswimboy@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Tom's Growing Up

Tom's Growing Up
By: Michael Smith

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He ran into me and threw his arms around my waist when
I entered the condominium.  My mother came out of the
bed room and smiled when she saw me lift my younger
brother and kiss him lightly on the cheek.

Two of the suitcases by the door were mine -- I had
just returned for the year from university -- and the
other two were my mother's, who had been called on an
urgent business trip, which was the reason I was home
early.

"Where's my Christmas present?" Jack asked me
expectantly.  I had not returned home for the
holidays, as I had gone on a skiing trip with my
friends.  Because of this, I had not seen my younger
brother in almost a year, and he had noticeably become
taller and slimmer.

"I'll give it to you later," I said, putting him down
and laughing.  My mother asked me to talk to her in
private, and we left Jack alone as we went into her
bed room.

"He hasn't let me buy him clothes since last summer,
when you were still here.  He's getting to that age,
so I wondered if you could take him shopping.  And
make sure he takes a bath every night -- he hasn't
outgrown not wanting to do that."  I laughed and
reassured my mother that everything would be okay.
After all, she was only leaving for a week.

I gave him the model aeroplane I had bought him for
Christmas after my mother left.  I knew he would miss
her, but at the moment is big brother Tom was home and
it did not matter that she was gone.

We sat at the dining table together and began to build
it.  It was a rather complicated model, and after an
hour I told him that we should leave it for the next
day.  "Do you want help with your bath?" I asked him.
As soon as I asked him I realized that he was too old.
 He was no longer letting my mother tell him he needed
new clothes, and from the state of his hair he had
also been telling her that he did not need a hair cut.

"No, I don't," he said, sighing.

"But you don't want to take one either do you?"

"Let's go swimming!  Then I'll shower afterwards!"

"Not tonight, please," I said.  I was much too tired
to take him swimming, though our condominium had a
pool just a few floors below ours.  "I promise I'll
take you tomorrow, okay?  Now tonight, do you want a
bath or a shower?"  He thought for a moment, and
decided on a bath.  I told him that I would go run it
for him while he found his pyjamas.

He came into the bathroom, holding his clothes in his
hands.  He dropped them on the floor and I told him
that the bath was ready.  "Want me to stay?" I asked
him again.  Occasionally, before I had left for my
first year of school, he would ask me to help him with
his baths -- not because he needed it, but because he
enjoyed the company.

"I guess," he said, shrugging.  I remained seated on
the side of the tub.  I was wearing short sleeves as
it was summer, so there was nothing to roll up.  I
watched him un-dress, and I felt a strange pride when
I saw the top half of his naked body.  His muscles
were more defined, and there was no fat on him at all.
 Of course, he still had a lot of growing to do, and
because I decided to go to college away from home I
would miss four important years of it.

My father passed away when I was very young.  It is
because of this that we moved into the condominium in
the first place.  My mother could not take care of a
house on her own, and with the apartment there was no
snow shovelling or gardening.  At the time, I was too
young to help out with very much more than taking out
the garbage or cleaning my own bed room.  But because
of my father's absence and my mother's full time job,
I became like a father to Jack.  It was not that my
mother did not make time for us, but there are some
things in a boy's life that he prefers to do with his
father, rather than his mother.  And for Jack, that
person was me.

I watched as he removed his jeans.  His boxer shorts
were much too small for him, but this did not seem to
bother him.  I looked at his skin, looking for signs
of puberty.  But at this time the only signs were
emotional.  His penis had grown only a little, and
there was still no hair to speak of anywhere except
for his head.

He stepped slowly into the bath, first testing the
water with his feet.  "Don't worry, it's the perfect
temperature," I said, placing my hand on his back,
just above his bottom, to give him a small push.  He
settled into the water, below the bubbles, hiding his
skin from me.

"Have you noticed that your clothes are getting a bit
too small for you?" I asked him.  He shook his head
and I rolled my eyes.  "Well, Jack, they are.  What do
you say we go shopping tomorrow?"

"But it's boring!" he said.  "I want to go swimming
with you, and play with the beach ball!"

"Tell you what," I replied.  "We'll go shopping during
the day, and we'll go swimming in the evening.  I
promise.  Sound good?  And while we're at it, I'll get
you an early birthday present."  I winked at him and
he smiled.  His birthday was just a couple of days
after my mother was supposed to return.

When he was finished bathing I tried to help him dry
off, but he wanted to do it himself.  He put on the
same pair of boxer shorts he had on before (I decided
not to say anything) over which he put on his pyjamas.

When he was lying in bed a few minutes later, I kissed
him lightly on the mouth.  But it felt different.  His
lips, I noticed, had gotten bigger.  "Good night," I
said, smiling.

"Good night Tom."  I shut the light and went over to
my own bedroom.  After I undressed, I saw that I had
an erection.  It was strange, I had not felt it
rubbing against my pants earlier.  But where had it
come from?

*

At the store, I picked out a few pairs of jeans and
then a few shirts for him to try on, so that I could
determine his size.  The saleswoman let him into a
changing room, and he came out a few moments later
looking a lot like it was Halloween.  He waved his
arms and the overgrown sleeves flapped around.

"Nice going Tom," he said.  "But I don't think these
are my size."

"So try on another size!" I said, laughing.  He came
out again a few moments later in clothes that looked
like they fit.  I knelt down in front of him and put
my fingers through the waist band of his jeans.  I was
careful not to cross the barrier between his shorts
and his skin, though I had the strange feeling that I
should.  They fit well.  When he was back into his own
clothes, he began to enjoy himself a bit more, as he
was able to pick out clothes he liked without having
to try them on.

He had needed everything from underwear to socks to
shorts to shirts.  And then, on our way out of the
department store, a watch caught his eye, and it
became his early, waterproof, birthday present.

"Say, Jack, you know there's a hair place just around
the corner.  How about we get you a bit of a trim?"

"But I don't want to, I like it like this."

"Okay, how about just a really small trim.  You know,
they can keep it long, but if they thinned it out a
bit it would look a lot better.  Trust me, okay?"
>From the look on his face he did not want to trust me
about this, but he went anyway.  And they did a
wonderful job.  After thinning out the hair, they
parted it to two sides and it hung perfectly around
his head.  "You look almost as good as me now," I said
to him.  He punched me in the leg and I took him home.

"Can we go swimming now?" he asked as soon as we
walked through the door.

"Soon," I said.  "First, we have to go through all
your old clothes and get rid of what doesn't fit you.
Then we can swim, I promise."  We had eaten at the
mall, and it was only late afternoon.  I sat with him
and went through his drawers, piling up his old
clothes and replacing them with his new ones.  I put
them in bags to give later on to the Salvation Army,
and then he ran about excitedly when I told him to
grab his trunks and a towel.

*

There was nobody in the changing rooms when we went.
The pool was well used, but it was never crowded.  We
changed quickly and jumped into the water.  There was
a lone swimmer doing laps, so we stayed to the other
end of the pool to push each other under water and
play with the beach ball.

"Want to go into the sauna for a bit?" I asked.

"Sure," he said.  We sat on the warm bench in the
dimly lit sauna, our wet trunks sticking to our legs.
His hair was dripping, and it looked stringy because
it had just been cut.  I reached over and brushed it
out of his face.

Because of the heat we dried quickly, but the water
from the pool replaced itself with beads of sweat on
our skin.  This moisture caused the light to bounce
off his skin, and I reached my hand over and touched
his leg.

"What?" he asked, looking at me strangely.  I realized
I had never touched him like that before, and I
quickly withdrew my hand.

"The heat's getting to my head," I replied.  "Want to
go?"  We showered and dressed quickly.  I took him to
a nearby fast food restaurant for dinner, and when we
got back he was exhausted and actually volunteered to
go to bed.

That night, when I undressed for bed, I took off my
boxer shorts as well and I lay naked on top of my bed.
 I closed my eyes, and thought of my girlfriend as I
began masturbating.  But the image did not last long.
Her body was replaced with that of my younger brother,
sitting in the sauna, dark green swimming trunks
sticking to his legs and beads of sweat making his
skin shine.  I had an orgasm before I realized what I
was thinking.  I fell asleep, more confused than I had
been about anything else in my life.

*

We finished the model aeroplane after breakfast.  We
spent the day playing video games and watching
television, breaking only for lunch and dinner.  Those
two activities are good passers of time during the
summer.  And then, after dinner, my stomach churning,
I asked him if he wanted help with his bath.

I joined him in the bathroom, this time on nothing
except my boxers.  I ran his bath while he undressed.
I did not want to look at him, though something kept
trying to turn my head towards him.  And then I saw
it, wiggling slightly as he stepped over the rim of
the tub and into the water.  "Want me to help you with
it today?" I asked.  I could not longer see his body,
but I had an irresistible urge to touch it.  He did
not respond, but I turned around and put my feet into
the water.  I took hold of his right leg and began
massaging it with the mixture of warm water and soap.
As I touched him I enjoyed the smooth feeling of his
hairless skin.

When I reached his thigh my erection was in full
force.  I did not care if he saw or not.  And then I
took his penis into my hand.  I did not look at his
face and he did not say anything.  I rubbed it for
much longer than was necessary, and stopped finally,
when I knew that he would realize that something is
wrong.  But then, when I got to his nipples, I noticed
that they hardened quickly.  I flanked towards the
other end of the bathtub, knowing that his erection
was hidden beneath the water.

He dried himself but I stopped him before he put on
his pyjamas.  "Just bring them to your bed room," I
said.

The two of us sat cross legged on his bed, dressed
only in boxer shorts.  Everything except our most
private possessions were exposed to each other.  I
brushed the hair out of his face.  I needed to touch
him more, but I knew that this was not just something
I could do.  He would have to let me; he would have to
give me permission.

"You're getting older now Jack, and there's something
I should talk to you about.  Do you know what
masturbation is?"  I knew, from before this, that I
would be the one to eventually teach my brother about
sex.  But I had always seen it as an uncomfortable
topic.  But because I was horny there was nothing
uncomfortable about it.

"Y-you mean jerking off?" he asked.  So he learned
some things from his school yard.

"Yes.  Do you do it a lot?"

"Just sometimes," he said.  "Do you?"

"Yeah," I said.  "I do it all the time.  In fact, I
need to do it right now."

"Oh," he said, looking confused.  He wanted to know
why I was telling him this.

"I just wanted to tell you about it," I said.  "I
wanted to let you know that it's perfectly natural,
it's something that all boys do.  D-do you have any
questions about it?"  He shook his head.

"Okay," I replied.  It had not worked, but I could
resist his innoecence no longer.  I reached forwards
and squeezed his thigh, after which I took hold of his
penis through his shorts.  "You know, it feels good if
someone does it for you.  Can I try?"  I did not let
go of him.  He said yes -- whether because he wanted to
or because he had no choice, I have never figured out.

I pulled his legs out from underneath each other and
then I removed his shorts.  It was like seeing him
naked for the first time.  He was erect, and I had
caused it.  I quickly took off my own shorts as well,
and we leaned against the wall together, our legs
sticking out in front of us, slightly spread.

I began to jerk him off, and I told him to do the same
thing to me.  He was able to put his entire fist
around mine, and I felt things I had never felt before
in my life, not even with my girlfriend.  I could tell
by his speed and pressure what he wanted.  He still
half thought he was doing it to himself.

And then I felt him orgasm.  It was dry, but when a
penis having an orgasm feels the same all the way
around.  I put my fist around his and made him do it
faster, until finally I came.  I saw him watching the
white fluid pumping out of my penis and I wiped up
almost immediately with my boxers.

He did not make a move to take hold of his.  I said
good night and gave him the customary kiss on the
lips, and left him sitting naked on his bed while I
climbed into my own.

*

He came to breakfast in his boxer shorts.  And then he
opened up to me.  He told me about a girl he thought
was pretty.  He asked me some questions about sex; I
gave him the PG-13 answers.  Then, when he asked me
what kissing was like, I was in heaven.

He lay on his bed, and I towered over him.  I gave him
instructions and our lips and tongues met.  I ran my
hand down his smooth stomach while we kissed, and then
into his shorts, where I took hold of him.  I held on
to him, continuing to suck his lips and his tongue,
and I felt him becoming hard inside my hand.

When we stopped kissing we pleasured each other.
"Were you thinking about the girl?" I asked him when
we were finished.  He smiled and nodded.  Then he said
he wanted to go swimming.

After the swim, in the sauna, as I watched my
brother's skin turn red with the heat, I was relieved
to discover, in myself, that my love for him had
grown, and that my feelings for my girlfriend had not
changed.  I was happy that we were secure enough with
each other that together we could experiment with our
sexuality.  I leaned over and kissed a drop of sweat
off his cheek.

"Ready to go up?"  He nodded.  I smiled proudly at my
younger brother, who I knew would soon turn into a
fine man.

The End