Date: Wed, 21 Dec 2011 11:46:22 -0800 (PST)
From: D One <doned88@yahoo.com>
Subject: Watching Fred

Readers - I know this is a short one and not too much sex described. But
it's based on a true confession from someone I talked to. In real life his
brother never knew.

Watching Fred became an obsession. He just did funny things. Like the time
he ran downstairs to get their Mom to iron his pants. He wore his cotton
shirt complete with tie, but no underwear. So as he ran, his penis kept
bouncing into and out of view.

Winnie laughed at him. He replied with some obscenity.

Then there was the time he was totally naked streaking the family by the
Christmas Tree. But as he dashed through the living room, he discovered his
parents in laws had come to visit along with some neighbors for some
holiday drinks.

Winnie also liked watching him masturbate. First he hid in the closet and
watched. He thought Fred looked at him, but his brother didn't react.

Another time Winnie demanded to sit on the floor and watch since it was his
birthday. Fred cursed him but allowed that. And afterwards Winnie would
sometimes watch or Fred would tell him to get out sometimes as well.

Another time he watched Fred wrestling a friend in the backyard. Fred was
shirtless and wore his runner shorts without a jock. So not only did his
penis and nut sac bounce into view but his penis got hard and the guy he
was wrestling with grabbed it putting Fred into submission.

Winnie would deliberately go into the bathroom to pee when Fred was in the
shower. He watched the naked figure through the translucent shower
curtain. And he didn't mind being called a perv when his older brother
discovered it.

Fred would wander through the house in nothing but a towel after showering
before going out. Even his father would pretend he was going to grab the
towel off him. Their sister did more then once. Winnie was tempted but the
idea of his brother plummeting him afterwards dissuaded him.

Another time Winnie stood waiting for Fred to change clothes after
graduating from high school. It was then he discovered his brother didn't
wear pants underneath, nor did some of his friends, since it was very very
hot.

But when Fred opened his robe to reveal he hadn't worn underwear either,
another image was planted on his brain.

Then there was the time that Winnie peeked downstairs when Fred and his
date were making out. He didn't expect to see his brother's bare butt as he
had sex with the girl. It was the night before he left for basic training.

Fred in Uniform was another view he remembered. There was nothing
scandalous about it. Just the sight of his silly, often rude brother
standing like a poster boy, in his dress blue uniform, aroused Winnie
again. But this time it wasn't a boner he got just something else. He loved
his brother. He knew that.

As years passed and Winnie discovered he also loved sex with guys, most any
kind of sex, he ashamedly had to realize that the best sex was with guys
who reminded him somewhat of Fred. At first it scared him and even made him
feel like the "perv" his brother often accused him of.

He realized it when he saw Fred in the bar. Of course it wasn't Fred. He
was still in a desert trying to stay alive. But the resemblance was
uncanny. The guy smiled, and they went to his apartment where he showered.

"You gonna watch or join me?” he asked. Winnie realized what he was
doing and stepped into the shower to being the night of intimacy he
enjoyed.

Fred returned home safely. And one night Winnie confessed to him what was
happening in his life. Fred didn't curse at him or get angry or tell him to
get out.

"I've known you were gay since we were both kids. As for thinking of me
when you do it, well that's kind of weird, but hell, I was the only guy you
saw naked, hard and jacking off. So sure. Look at other guys on the
Internet and see if they don't get you goin too."

Winnie listened and did what he was advised. Eventually the images changed
in his head. Tall, short, boyish, manly, muscular, surfer types...all began
to crowd for his mental attention and eventually too; he met other types
and shared intimacy with those images in his head.

"So how's it goin?" Fred dropped in once and asked. Only he and Winnie knew
what he meant.

"Cool, haven't thought about you once" Winnie said ignoring the rebuke his
parents gave him for the comment.

"It's cool Mom, we're just messing around" Fred said putting Winnie into a
brotherly headlock.

Winnie laughed and enjoyed the attention. He never told Fred that his image
had never left his head before, during or after each sexual encounter. And
he never would.

He loved his brother.