Date: Thu, 22 Nov 2012 01:27:53 -0800 (PST)
From: Water Shoes <water_shoes@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brother's Birthday Present

This story is a complete work of fiction.  Any similarities to real life
events or persons are completely coincidental.  All mentioned products are
property of their respective owners.

This story contains a sexual act by a male minor.  If you should not be
reading this or will take offense to such a theme, please do not read
further.  If you do choose to continue, please enjoy and let me know what
you thought!


Brother's Birthday Present


"Remember to take out the trash!" my mother said as she leaned back in
through the front door.

"I will," I said, not moving or averting my eyes from the TV.  She started
to leave again, but popped back in.

"Call us or Mrs. Roberts down the street if anything happens," she said.
"And don't stay up to late!"

"I wont!" I said, looking at her exasperatedly.  Satisfied, she finally
closed the door.  I sighed in relief.  But, half a second later, "Don't
forget to lock the door before you go to bed!"

I rolled my eyes and grunted.  Without another word, my mother closed the
door and, at last this time, it didn't open again.  It was a few more
minutes before I heard my parents' car pull out into the street and drive
off.

I was finally home alone.  Home alone for an entire weekend.

Paranoid they might return suddenly to nag me more, I stayed on the couch
and waited for the episode of Myth Busters I was watching to finish.  When
the final explosion finally went off and the credits started rolling, I
leapt up and clicked the TV off.

Might as well get the trash done first.

I scampered into the bathroom.  I quickly grabbed the trash in there and
checked the living room can as I passed through to the kitchen.  I added
the bathroom's bag to the large can in the kitchen.  As quickly as I could,
but still trying not to make a mess, I pulled it out and made for the front
door.  I slipped on some boots and a jacket, and headed out to the trash
cans on the side of the garage.

It was snowing.  Which, really, wasn't entirely unexpected for the second
Friday in December.  My birthday had been two weeks ago from yesterday.
And, with my parents finally gone, I would get to open the mystery present
my brother gave me on my birthday.

* * *

My 14th birthday had been a fairly boring affair, with it landing on a
Thursday this year.  Being a school night, I wasn't able to have any
friends stay the night.

Instead, I just had a few friends over for pizza, cake, and video games.
My mom got me a new pair of shoes.  My dad a new bike helmet.  From my
friends I got a couple DVDs.  My brother Lance gave me a new Wii game.

Despite the five year age difference between us, my brother and I were
still very close.  He always knew what to get me, and had always been there
when I needed someone to talk to.

It was after everyone had gone home and we were alone for the moment that
he came to talk to me.

"Hey, Marc," he said, kneeling down to talk to me while I sat putting the
video game controllers away.  His voice was low, and he sounded kinda
nervous.

"What?" I asked, stopping to look at him.

"About what you told me at the end of the summer'85" he trailed off.

My back went rigid and my breath caught in my lungs.  "'85what?" I
whispered.

Seeing the look on my face, he quickly waved his hand in dismissal, "Whoa,
nothing has changed about what I said then.  I still love you, and it makes
absolutely no difference to me at all.  In fact, I got you a second present
besides that new game because of it."

My eyes went wide.  "What is it?"

"Ah!" he said, putting his finger up to my mouth to quiet me down.  "I
can't tell you, nor can you open it yet."

I raised an eyebrow at him.  "I slid it way under your bed just now.  It's
unwrapped, in a shoebox.  Still--DO NOT open it.  Wait to open it when mom
and dad are both out of the house for a good long while."  I looked at him
even more bewildered.  "Like that ski trip they're planning to take for
their anniversary in December," he said.

"Why do I have to wait--?"

"You'll see when you open it," he said.  He stood up.  "Seriously.
Do. Not.  Open.  It."

"Alright, I wont!" I said, throwing my hands up.

* * *

The trashbag fell into the aluminum can with a satisfying thud.  Shivering,
I quickly sprinted back to the house and closed the door.  I pulled off my
coat and kicked off the boots.  For good measure, I made sure to lock the
door and the deadbolt.

Barely containing my excitement, I headed for my room.  At the top of the
stairs, I passed my brother's mostly empty room.  His bed and desk were
still in there, but almost everything else he owned was gone--his movie
posters, computer, clothes.  All gone with him to university.  I glanced at
the bed.  It was where I'd sat last summer when I told him, stuttering out
of nervousness, my deepest secret.

* * *

"L-lance, can I talk to you?" I asked, peeking into his room.  He was busy
throwing random things into boxes.  He was going to be leaving the next
morning to go off to his freshman year at school.  It was now or never,
basically.

"Sure, buddy," he said.  He looked concerned because of how scared I
looked.  "Something happen?"

"N-no," I said, walking over and sitting on his bed.  He got up from the
floor and came and sat next to me.

"What is it?"

After a few seconds, I said, "P-promise not to tell mom or dad?"

He said, without hesitation, "Anything for you."

I swallowed.  I knew how my parents would react if I told them.  I was
fairly certain I knew Lance's response would be very different.  I trusted
him, probably more than my parents.

"Marc?" he asked after I didn't say anything for a few seconds.

I took a deep breath.  I felt a tear roll down my cheek.  "Lance, I'm--I'm
gay," I whispered.

Lance was silent.  I started to fear the worst in the silence that hung
between us.

"Is that all?" he said after an impossibly long second.  "Kiddo, I wouldn't
care if you told me you were an alien.  You're still my little brother, no
matter what."

I couldn't help it, I grabbed him and hugged him.  The tears couldn't be
helped either.

"Gosh, is this why you've been so depressed all summer?" Lance asked.

I wiped my eyes and looked up at him.  "You could tell?"

"I could tell there was something eating you," he said.  "I'm glad it was
something like this, and not anything worse.  Unless there are kids at
school who are picking on you for this'85?"

"No, nothing like that," I said.  "You're the only one who knows."

"And you're sure?" Lance asked.  "Sure you're gay, I mean."  I nodded.
"You know my friend Tom is gay, right?"  My eyes went wide and I shook my
head.  "Yeah, he actually took a boy to prom this last year.  It was kind
of a big deal, I'm still glad mom and dad didn't hear anything about it."

Lance looked down at me.  "Speaking of our parents, I swear I wont tell
them," he said.  "If anything happens and they find out and they threaten
you, call me.  I'll stand by your side no matter what."

I hugged him again.  I sat in his room with him and cried for quite awhile,
both from happiness and sadness that my only ally in the house was leaving.

* * *

As I entered my room, I pulled out my phone.  I quickly scrawled a text to
my brother: "Finally going to see what it is you got me."

I closed and locked my door just to be safe.  As I turned towards my bed,
my phone pinged.  My brother had responded: "Grats, dude.  Let me know if
you have questions."

A second message came half a second later: "And sorry if it's not really
your thing.  I'll get you something else if you want."

I was perplexed by his responses, but still too excited to stop and think
it through.

I looked under my bed.  There were several boxes under there of random toys
from my childhood.  However, there was only one shoebox.

I had peeked under my bed several times before tonight and had seen it
sitting there, waiting.  The suspense to open it was excruciating, but if
it really was something having to do with me being gay I seriously could
not risk my parents seeing whatever it was.

I stretched under the bed and grabbed the box, pulling it out.  It felt
mostly empty.  I turned and sat on my bed, with it in my lap.  After a
dramatic pause, I flipped up the lid.

I gasped.

It was a dildo.

My brother had gotten me a dildo for my birthday.  Without even a seconds
notice, I was rock hard.

It was still in its package.  A long, light blue thing that I guessed was
about six or seven inches long.  It was roughly in the shape of a regular
penis, though without the balls at the bottom.  Instead, a flange that
looked like a suction cup.

My phone pinged.  "You like it?" he texted.

I responded: "Yes!  Wow, thank you!"

I admired it a few more seconds before another text came.  "Have fun and
enjoy.  Be safe, don't do anything stupid.  And READ THE CARD."

I looked around quizzically, then spotted the envelope taped to one side of
the package.  I hadn't noticed it as my eyes were fixed on the large
phallus.

I opened it and gasped.  It was a second birthday card from him, this time
emblazoned with a large, muscular, shirtless man instead of a silly cartoon
joke.  The words "Happy Birthday" were written along the bottom, covering
up what would otherwise have been his fully naked crotch.  Well, the words
were probably only covering a speedo but the illusion of nudity was still
there.

With effort, I tore my eyes off the picture and opened the card.

Marcy-Marc:

You should've seen the look on the cashier's face when I bought the card.
It got even better when I told her it was for my brother and not as a joke.

Still, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!  I wanted to get you something really special to
show how little I care about you being gay.  More than that, I wanted to
celebrate it with you.  The school has a pride weekend coming up next
semester in May, I'll try and sneak you up here for it.

In the meantime, I thought I'd get you something more fun.  If it's not
your thing, I'll get you a toy for your front end instead. :)

Even if it's not your thing, I urge you to try it.  Remember when I swore
to mom and dad at Thanksgiving that my girlfriend and I haven't had sex?  I
lied.  And, not to make you throw up, but I can say with confidence that a
dildo in the right place is great.  Yes, my girlfriend and I have used one
similar on both of us. ;)

I'm sure that was more than horrifying and I'm sure you're anxious to try
it.  I also gave you a small bottle of lube.  USE IT.  Rub it all over the
dildo and inside you.  And, if it hurts, stop.  I don't want you getting
hurt while you're home alone.  If anything happens, call me immediately.

Remember to clean it with soap and water BEFORE and after you use it.  Let
it dry before you hide it again.  Grab one of the old towels from the rag
box in the basement to wrap it in when you store it.  Also put the towel
under you so you don't make a mess with the lube on your bed!  Finally, the
packaging--keep it and I'll take it with me to throw away up here at school
next time I'm home.

Lastly, have fun!

--L

I closed the letter and stuffed it back in the envelope.  After looking
again at the picture, of course.

My hands immediately went to the packaging.  It popped open without
scissors or much effort.  Immediately, the smell of rubber filled my
nostrils.  I didn't care, and reached in to grab the squishy dick.  I
pulled it out.  It was hard, yet somewhat pliable.  I wanted to just rip my
clothes off instantly and try it out, but I remembered my brother's words.
I looked again at the box: a small, orange bottle of what looked like
lotion was in a small baggy.  The letters K-Y were on the label.

I opened the bag and popped the bottle open, smelling it.  It smelled kinda
odd.  I gave the tube a squeeze, and a clear gel oozed out.  I touched it,
it was both sticky and slick.  I grabbed a tissue and wiped it off.  I put
the bottle within easy reach on my nightstand.

My heart racing with excitement, I jumped up and bounded down the stairs.
I rushed into the kitchen and threw open the door to the basement.  I ran
down and grabbed one of the clean, old towels we use as rags.  It wouldn't
be missed if I were to keep it.

As fast as I could, I ran back upstairs.  I tossed the towel on my bed.
Without hesitating, I ripped off my shirt.  My shorts and boxers were not
far behind.

My dick was still rock hard from the moment I opened the box earlier.  It
stuck straight out and bounced some as I freed it from my underwear.

I looked down at it--I was quite proud of it.  From what I've read on the
internet my five inches was quite large for a boy my age.  I had a
smattering of dark pubes above the base of my shaft.  I grabbed the dildo
and held it up next to my own toy.  It outstripped me by an inch or two,
and that fact suddenly intimidated me.

Was I really going to put this inside me?

Unconsciously, my cock twitched and my ass flexed.  Judging by the drop of
precum that leaked out at the same time, the answer to my question was a
resounding yes.

I hopped onto my bed and laid down on my back It was then that I remembered
one of the other things my brother said in his card.  Groaning, I got up
and walked to the bathroom, my cock leading the way.

I turned on the faucet on hot.  I held my dildo up, admiring it in the
brighter light of the bathroom.  It was a cool, transparent blue.  The head
was small and pointed, and it slightly thicker as it went along.  The
entire shaft was covered in small veins.

I looked down at the wanter and a thought occurred to me--how exactly do
you clean a dildo?  I decided to just cover it in soap.  I dipped the dildo
under the water, then squirted a bunch of hand soap along its length.  I
then started just rubbing the soap all over.

It took me a second, but I suddenly realized just how natural this felt.  I
quickly jacked the fake dick off, rubbing the soap vigorously all over.  I
rinsed the soap off, and lightly used the hand towel to dry it off.  I
giggled with the thought of my parents using that to wipe their hands now!

I rushed back to my room, my cock leaking more precum in anticipation.  I
laid on my back and positioned my ass on the towel.  I reached over to my
nightstand and grabbed the bottle of K-Y.

Unsure exactly what to do, I squirted some of the lube directly onto the
shaft of the dildo.  I snapped the bottle shut and, just as with the soap,
rubbed the lube all over like I was jerking it off.

I was surprised at how much of the lube got on my hands--they were
absolutely covered!

I repositioned again, grabbing the dildo by the base with both hands.  The
moment of truth.  I held the dildo clumsily below me, my ass lifted
slightly off the towel.

Without warning, the lube covered dildo slipped out of my lube covered
hands and plopped on the towel.  I gasped, and then thanked my brother for
his foresight.  Gingerly, with a better grip this time, I held it up and
started to move it towards my hole.

I pressed it up against my crack and started rubbing it around.  I really
had no idea what I was doing.  Groaning in frustration, I started just
stabbing the dildo around until I found what I was looking for.  With a
gasp, I felt the head at my backdoor.

I pushed and instantly I felt a rough pain shoot up my back.  I grunted,
pulling the dildo away.  I reached down with my free, lube covered hand and
rubbed my hole, feeling for the damage I felt I knew was there.  A tingling
sensation rocketed up my spine as my lubed up finger probed my hole.  I
couldn't feel any damage.  I checked my finger for blood.  None.  I put it
back down and kept rubbing around.  Without even thinking about it, I
slipped my index finger in.  It went in with a pop.

I gasped, and another drop of precum leaked out and dribbled onto my
stomach.  I continued probing around, working my finger around.  I realized
quickly that it got easier and easier to move it around as I felt the lube
getting smeared all over.

Anxious to try the dildo again, I pulled my finger out and lined the head
up.  Ever so slowly, I pushed at my hole with it.  This time, without an
ounce of pain, I felt it push into me.  I gasped as my hole stretched ti
accept it.  More precum leaked out of the head of my twitching cock.

With the dildo started in me, my left hand was now free of its guiding
task.  It moved instantly to my hard member.  I slowly jacked off a little,
coaxing even more precum out and coating my shaft in slick lube.

With my right hand, I pushed the dildo in another inch.  I let go of my
cock and concentrated on pushing the dildo in smoothly.  I pushed it in
what felt like 10 inches, but a quick estimation of what was still outside
me revealed it was only a couple of inches.  I continued pressing it in.

As I progressed each inch, I involuntarily wriggled my ass, as if thirsting
for more.  It just felt so RIGHT.  After a few more seconds of pushing, I
could feel the dildo getting uncomfortably large at my entrance.  I slowly
started to pull it back out.  I moaned as I felt the tiny veins on the
dildo rub past my sphincter.  I kept pulling, feeling the dildo get smaller
and smaller as I pulled.

With a pop, it fell out of me.  Groaning in annoyance, I picked it up and
put it right back in.  I pushed it in as far as I went before--faster this
time.  I moaned with pleasure as the dildo rubbed something deep inside me.

I instinctively started rocking my hips as I worked to pull the dildo in
and out of me.  Faster and faster I started pumping it.  Louder and louder
did I moan.

Between the waves of pleasure and moans, I arbitrarily thanked my brother
for ensuring I waited till my parents were gone to open this most wonderful
birthday gift.  I was probably making a lot more noise than I thought I
was.

I could feel sweat starting to bead on my forehead as I continued to ram
the dildo faster and faster into me.  After a bit, I just couldn't take it
any longer--I wanted it faster.  I rolled over and stuck my ass in the air,
carefully making sure I kept the dildo in my ass.

My face buried in my pillow, I started pumping the dildo faster than ever
before.  I was too engrossed in the euphoric feelings I never knew were
possible to notice, but my bed was making a loud, rhythmic creaking.

With each thrust of the dildo, I moaned involuntarily.  It wasn't very long
before I felt the familiar stirring in the base of my cock.  Without
hesitation I started hammering away as fast as I could.  I groaned as I
felt my cock spasm.  Warm jizz fired out of my member harder than it ever
had before.  I felt it splatter on my leg below.  I continued pumping the
dildo in my ass as my orgasm continued to roll through me.  I could feel my
ass rapidly clenching around the dildo.

I shot again with a muffled moan.  I felt it land somewhere between my
knees on the towel.  With another pump of the dildo came another massive
shot.  I ended up losing count at six shots.  My pumping slowed to a stop
as I my orgasm subsided.  A few more drops of cum dribbled out as I lay
there trying to catch my breath.

After several minutes, I'd recovered enough to sit up on my knees.  I
looked down and the massive puddle of cum that stretched from halfway up my
leg to the huge pool on the towel.  I had never shot that much in my life.

I realized I had also barely touched my cock the entire time.  It was all
the dildo.

It was then that the dildo finally started to feel slightly uncomfortable.
I leaned forward again and slowly, gingerly began pulling it out of me.
With a sigh and a twitch, I felt it pop out of me.

I sat down and looked at the dildo.  The lube was smeared over all but the
last inch of it.  Curious, I turned and tried to walk towards my desk.  My
legs gave out as I tried to stand--I was still far too weak from my orgasm.
I waited as my breathing slowly returned to normal before trying again to
stand.

I walked like a penguin, not out of pain but just out of satisfied soreness
in my ass, over to my desk.  From the top drawer I retrieved my ruler.  I
measured the dildo--seven inches.  Six of which were covered in slick lube.

I can take a six inch dick and I'm only 14, I thought to myself.  I turned
and continued my penguin walk to the bathroom.  My dick, quickly going
soft, dangled between my legs and slowly leaked the last few drops of cum.

I cleaned the dildo as vigorously as I did before I used it, and left it on
the counter to dry.  I quickly cleaned myself up and walked back to my
bedroom.  Exhausted, I threw the jizz soaked towel on the floor and
collapsed onto my bed.  I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my
phone.

I wrote a quick text: "Best.  Present.  Ever."

Exhausted, I dropped my phone on the nightstand, turned the light out, and
rolled over.  I was sound asleep before my brother's reply came a few
seconds later:

"Happy birthday, bro."