Date: Fri, 30 Jan 2004 06:23:15 +0000
From: Erik Schmidt <racemate@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Sparking Off", part 2 (m/mast)

Mmm, a Saturday morning with no chores.  It doesn't happen often, but it
sure is fun when it does.  I woke up about 9:30 and headed
downstairs after a quick stop in the bathroom.  I got myself a nice
big bowl of cereal and sat down at the table.  Mark was finishing
breakfast already, dressed in running shorts and a t-shirt.

"Hey squirt," Mark said cheerfully. "Sleep well last night?"

"Yeah," I mumbled as he reached for the milk.

"Must've been some dream you were having," Mark continued.

"Huh?"

"I got up this morning and you were humping your bed, dude. You were
moaning a lot, too.  Must've been a really good dream, huh?"

I could feel myself turning bright red.  I didn't remember that at
all.  "I don't know what you're talking about," I mumbled.  He
couldn't believe Mark was talking about this stuff at the
table... what if their mom could hear?

"Don't worry, Kev, Mom's gone out shopping already."  It was like Mark
could read my mind or something.  "It's called a wet dream.  It's
cool, I get 'em too.  Was she hot?"

"Who?"

"The chick you were dreaming about.  You do dream about chicks,
right?"

"I don't remember."

"You don't remember or you don't wanna say?  Anyone I'd know?"

"No!  Why do you care, anyway?  You're always asking me about sex
stuff, why you are so interested in me?"  He hadn't actually said much
about it since that time a couple weeks ago when he caught me, but it
still seemed kinda odd that he was so persistent.  Maybe he was just
giving me a hard time.  Between embarrassment and being angry at being
embarrassed and feeling vaguely confused, I wasn't really in a mood to
satisfy his curiosity.

"Hey, Kev, relax.  I'm your big brother, of course I care.  I mean, I
know it's kinda hard to go through all this stuff all by
yourself... and with Dad... gone... I kinda figure we gotta stick
together," Mark finished quietly.

I just saw there, not really sure what to say.  I mean, it was nice to
know that if I had questions, I could ask Mark... if I could get past
the embarrassment factor.  But I wasn't sure I wanted him just saying
stuff about it at breakfast, either.  "I... Thanks, Mark.  It does
help.  And I'm sorry I... sorry I yelled.  It's just... do we have to
talk about stuff now?"

"Of course not, bro.  We don't have to talk about it at all, if you
don't want.  I just figured, since you had that dream last night, it
might be kinda on your mind.  And with Mom gone for the morning, we
wouldn't have to worry about privacy.  But hey, maybe some other time.
Just remember... if you do need to talk some time... it's fine by me.
Right now, I'm gonna go down and work out for a while."  Mark stood up
and carried his bowl in to the sink.

"Mark, wait.  I didn't mean... it just feels kinda weird to talk about
... dreams and stuff ... at breakfast.  That's all."  I stood up too.

"You dream about stuff often?  I don't think I've heard you before."

"Um.  Yeah.  No.  Once in a while, I guess, I don't really remember."

"Yeah, I know what you mean, they fade pretty fast.  You clean up
yet?"  Mark asked as he rinsed out his juice glass.

"Huh?"

"Your cum, doofus.  You shot off, right?"

"I guess."

"So you need to clean up, same as when you jack off.  Did you shower
yet?"

"No."

"So those tighty-whities of yours are probably full of dried stuff."

"So?  Why are you so concerned about --"

"Hey, don't blame me if your pubes fall out.  I'm just letting you
know."

"What?"  I'd never heard of that happening.  Of course, there was an
awful lot I didn't really know much about...

"Relax, bro, I'm just messin' with ya.  It's kinda nasty to just leave
it, though.  Makes me itch."  Mark grinned and scratched at his
crotch.  I giggled slightly.

"Yeah, it does.  I'll shower later, I guess."  Dork.

"I'm gonna go down and work out for a while," Mark said as he hung up
the dish towel.  "You wanna try?  Girls like the muscles," he added,
flexing his arm.

"I'd rather go for a run," I said.  "You should try it too," I added,
"girls don't like *this*".  I reached out and pinched Mark in the
stomach, hard.  Sure he was strong, but he definitely had enough gut
to pinch.

"Ow!  Watch it, twerp, or I'll--"

"You'll what?  Beat me up?  Yeah, Mom'll love to hear about that!"  I
smirked.

"No," he said as he grabbed my arm and flipped me onto the floor.  I
hit with a grunt - not too hard, but I was down long enough for Mark
to drop down on top of me and pin me with his legs.  "I'll just do
this!" he grinned as he started tickling my sides.  Oh, I hated being
ticklish.  I hated it worse that Mark knew and used it.  Talk about
evil - asking about wet dreams at breakfast was nothing compared to
this.  I squirmed helplessly, not really expecting to get away, just
hoping to get my more sensitive areas away from his hands.  It didn't
work... it never worked.

"Okay! Okay! You win!" I panted.  "I'm sorry I pinched you.  But you
really are getting fat.  Get off me, before you squish me completely."

"Yeah, well, you should work out more, squirt," Mark said as he
climbed off me.

"Yeah, well.  Running is more fun."  I shrugged.  Working out with
Mark would just mean a bunch of reminders about how much stronger he
was.

"Well, tell ya what, Kev.  We can go running together this morning if
you work out with me some time."  Mark reached down to help me up off
the kitchen floor.

I didn't really want that, either, but apparently he was determined
that we'd do something together this morning.  And running was way
better.  "Okay, I guess.  You ready?"  I asked.  He was already
wearing his running shorts and yesterday's t-shirt.

"Yeah, let me go pee first."  Mark headed upstairs.

"Hurry up, then."  I started for the front door.  I stretched for a
while, until Mark finally came out.

"What took so long?" I asked.

"Nothing," Mark mumbled as he started to stretch.

"Fine, then.  Let's go... oh, and I promise not to push you _too_
hard," I grinned.  Sure, Mark had a lot bigger muscles, but I was
faster, and I'd been running track for nearly four years.  Mark wasn't
really in bad shape, but no way could he keep up if I kept the pace
up.

We started off nice and easy, enjoying the late spring weather.  It
was warm enough that we weren't at all cold in shorts, but not hot
enough to instantly break out in sweat.  I started to push the pace a
bit after the third block.  By the end of the second mile, I heard
Mark panting pretty hard.  I just grinned and picked up the pace
again...  it was so nice to be better than Mark at something.
Especially something physical.

"Slow... down... you little... twerp!" grunted Mark.  He was
definitely starting to lag behind.

"Big brother can't handle it, huh?" I asked.  "Big brother wants his
wimpy little brother to slow down so he can keep up?"

"Screw... you..." panted Mark as he started running faster to catch
up.

"No thanks," I laughed.  "Save it for Lisa."  I didn't slow down, but
I didn't go any faster, either.  I was starting to feel it a bit
myself.

We ran for another mile or so, until Mark looking pretty beat and I
wasn't doing too hot myself... that cereal was starting to make my
stomach hurt.  We slowed down to a walk as we headed for home, and
walkedside by side as we cooled off.  The sun was out, and our shirts
were soaked with sweat.  Mark took his off, and after a minute or two
I did the same.  As we reached the driveway, Mark turned and grinned
at me.

"Nice run, bro.  You're still faster."

"I know," I grinned.

"And I can still kick your skinny butt," he added.

"I know.  But you gotta catch it first," I shot back, starting to
sprint for the door.  He grabbed my arm and pulled me into a headlock
to give me a noogie.  I hated that, and yet... it didn't feel bad,
either.  He let me go, but suddenly I threw my arms around him.  I
couldn't believe how he'd gone from being a total jerk to being a
really cool brother...  maybe he'd had a personality transplant or
something.  But I wasn't gonna complain, either.  He seemed kinda
surprised at first, but then he hugged me back.  That felt even
better.  But hey, enough of the mushy stuff.  I pulled away.  "You
know what, Mark?"

"No, what?"

"For someone who already took a shower this morning... you sure
stink."  I ducked away from a half-hearted swing - at least, it was a lot
slower than usual - and ran up the stairs.  I wanted a shower myself,
but I was still feeling too sweaty from the run.  Besides, I was
feeling something else... something I wanted some privacy for.  I
sprawled out on the bed and waited for Mark to come in.  And then go
away.  I heard him stomping up the stairs, then he pushed the door
open.

"Hey Kev, you want to shower first?" he asked, tossing his shirt at
the laundry pile.

"Nah, you go ahead, I want to cool off a bit."

"Okay," he said as he pulled off his shorts.  He headed for the
bathroom in his sweaty briefs.  The door closed, but I waited for the
water to start.  My dick was already getting hard just thinking about
what was coming next.  Ahh, there it was.  My shirt was already off, so I
just pulled down my shorts and briefs and threw them over to the pile
next to Mark's.  I lay back down on my bed, legs stretched out, left
hand under my head, right hand gently rubbing my crotch.  Oooh, I was
so nice and hard.  Lately running just seemed to make me hornier than
ever - any kind of exercise did, really.  At least I hadn't gotten a
boner in front of Mark... even with him being so cool and open and
stuff, I wasn't sure I was ready for that.

I closed my eyes, to better focus on what my hand was doing and what
my dick was feeling.  The head was wet already with a few drops of
that sticky stuff, so I rubbed that over the shaft.  Mmm, that was
nice, even better than lotion.  I wondered again what I'd been
dreaming about, if I really had had a wet dream last night.  I didn't
remember it at all, and I was kind of annoyed by that... it didn't
seem fair, somehow, to have such a good dream and not know a thing
about it.

It seemed like all my other senses were enhanced too, somehow.  I
could feel the cool air from the ceiling fan blowing over me, and the
warmth of the sheets.  I could also smell myself... I really did need
that shower.  I really didn't smell like a
little kid any more... instead I smelled.... well, more like Mark.
Like a man.  Sweaty.  Horny.  Yeah, like a man jacking off after
getting all sweaty.  'Cause that's what I was.  Only one more thing I
really needed... I needed a girl.  Someone to stroke my dick, just
like I was doing... someone to suck it... someone to let me lick her
all over and then stick that dick inside her... my hand sped up.

Suddenly, the bathroom door opened.  My hand froze.  I had no idea how
long Mark had been in the shower, but he was out now... and he'd just
caught me.  Again.

"Oops, sorry bro.  Didn't mean to interrupt," he said.  I heard a
dresser drawer open, then close, then the sound of a pair of shorts
being pulled up.  "Well?  Keep going if you want," he added.  "You
shouldn't just stop in the middle, your nuts are gonna hurt."  He was
kidding, right?  He actually thought I was gonna keep going with him
around?

"Hey, Kev, it's okay.  I did the same thing a few minutes ago in the
shower.  You jack off.  I know you do it.  Big deal.  Every guy who
can do it does it, it's not like it's a big surprise.  And it's better
after exercise, I always get horny from working out.  I didn't mean
to interrupt you, hope I didn't totally spoil the mood for ya or
anything.  But what's the problem?"

I didn't say anything for a bit.  What could I say?  Stark naked on
bed, everything hanging out, in front of my big brother who'd just
caught me jacking off for all I'm worth.  Not exactly the most
comfortable way to have a conversation, y'know?  "Mark.  I'm just...
I just hate it when you catch me, okay?"  I couldn't believe I'd
actually said it.

"What? You gotta speak up, man."  Okay, apparently I didn't say it
very loudly.

"I hate.  When you.  Catch me.  Jacking off."  That was definitely
louder.  It was kinda weird, I was expecting my bone to have died down
by now, 'cause I sure wasn't feeling as good as I was a few minutes
ago.  But apparently that part of me didn't care about being caught as
much as the rest of me did.

"Really? Why?"  Just when I thought he showed promise... back to
clueless pain in the ass.

"Because every time you do, I just know you're going to laugh at me
like you did that one time."  And where on earth did I get the balls
to say that?  Way to just open myself up to the one guy who could
really hurt me.

"Oh, shit.  Kevin."  He kinda flopped down on his bed and his head hit
the wall.  "Is this about that one time in the shower?"  I didn't
really feel like saying anything, so I just nodded and put my pillow
over my face.  "Kevin.  I swear, I never realized how much that
must've hurt.  I didn't mean it to, I just... I hadn't realized
back then that you were starting to grow up too.  That was only a
couple months after ... after the accident, and I guess I'd kinda not
really thought about you growing up.  So... it just kinda caught me by
surprise, that's all."

"Yeah? Not as much as it surprised me," I mumbled, moving the pillow
aside just long enough.

"Yeah, I guess not.  Was that the first time you'd tried it?"

"No."

"Well, it was still pretty new for ya, I guess.  And then I came along
and laughed at you.  In case you haven't noticed by now, I can be a
real jerk sometimes, Kev."

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"Yeah, I don't guess I've managed to hide that from you too well.  But
look, I really didn't mean to be such a jerk about it.  It's cool that
you're growing up, bro.  It's cool that you're turning into a man.
It's even cool that you're faster than me.  And I'm sorry I made you
feel bad about any of that.  Including jacking off."  Man, talk about
mood swings.  From cool to jerk and now back to kinda-cool.  But I
still felt kinda awkward.  Mainly from discovering that my dick was
still standing straight up and waving around.  Talk about exposure.

"It still feels weird, though."  I was so glad for that pillow.  I'd
never really appreciated it before, but it was so nice to have
something over my face.  I don't think I could've stood this if I'd
had to make eye contact with him at the same time.

"What does?"

"Talking about stuff.  Sex stuff.  With you.  I mean, for years you've
been the biggest pain around, literally, and now ... now you're all
cool and stuff.  And it's weird to be talking about all this new stuff
and getting along so well and everything."  Might as well get *all*
the dirty laundry out in the open, right?

"Yeah, well, it's not really something I talk about with other people
much either.  With my buds... it's kinda like, we all gotta know
everything there is to know, or at least talk like we do.  With
you... I know what I know and it doesn't matter as much if that's not
everything.  And it's really cool being able to share what I do know
so you're not totally in the dark."

I just lay there and thought about that for a bit.  I really did like
having a cool, helpful big bro for a change.  And apparently he didn't
care at all about jacking off... it certainly didn't sound like he was
gonna start laughing at me again.  This business of having someone
else around while I did my stuff was going to take some getting used
to, though.

"It's just that... I'm not used to having someone else around when I
jack off," I told him.

"Fair enough," he said.  "I'm not used to it either, I've always
waited until you're asleep, or in the shower or something."

"Is that why the drain in there is always getting clogged up?  Mom
thinks it's hair."

"Yeah, it's really my massive loads of cum all over the place.  You
know that means you've stepped in the spots where I've shot," he
grinned.

Huh.  I hadn't really thought about that.  That seemed kinda... weird
for sure.  "Yeah, well, I do it in there too," I told him.  "So you've
stepped where I shoot, too!"

He laughed.  "I guess that's fair.  And while we're talking about it...
I gotta do it every day, or I go crazy.  Usually twice.  How often for
you?"

"Um.  About the same, I guess."

"Well, with two horny guys sharing one room and one shower... it'd be
a lot easier for us to both get a good night's sleep if we don't mind
overlapping sometimes."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean one of us does it when the other one's around, sometimes.  If
I need to rub one out, I just do it, whether you're here or not, or
awake or asleep, or whatever.  And you do the same.  Heck, maybe even
doing it at the same time."

I thought about that one.  I still wasn't sure about Mark watching, or
even being around.  But... he knew anyway, now, and he did it too.
And it did make a lot of sense to just go whenever I needed to,
instead of trying to hide it all the time.  We still had two years to
get through before left for college... that'd be a long time to have
to hide it.

"Well.  Okay, I guess."  He looked relieved.  "But no watching!" I
added.

"I'm not gonna watch, man, I don't care what you do with that thing.
I just don't want you to freak out too much if I have to jack off some
time when you're still up, or if I catch you or something.  Besides,
it doesn't look like you really object to being watched.  Can't you
cover up?"

"My shorts are over in the basket," I said.  "I didn't want to get
up."

"Looks like you're already plenty 'up'," he chuckled.  He stood up and
grabbed my shorts from the pile and tossed them at me.  I pulled them
on, wincing slightly as I tucked my still-raging boner into the
elastic.  I was definitely going to have to finish that off pretty
soon.  And from the looks of Mark's shorts as he stood up, he might
have to take care of some business himself at some point.  Not that I
was really looking.

"So we're agreed, then.  We can both do whatever we need to, whenever
we need to, no matter if we're alone or not.  Right?" he asked.

"Yeah, okay.  Unless someone else is around.  Like if I've got a
friend over or something."

"Yeah, of course.  I just meant us two.  It's a brothers-only kinda
thing, not gonna beat the meat in front of just anyone," he said.

"Right."  I liked that.  A brothers-only thing.  Suddenly I was kinda
looking forward to this... not in a weird way, but it was a cool
thought... two brothers not needing privacy from each other, even for
jacking off.  And hey, he'd already seen all of me there was to see,
so it's not like I really needed privacy anymore.

"Okay, so I'm gonna read up here for a while.  Just ignore me, do
whatever you want.  Oh, and I've got lotion on my dresser if you want
it.  Did you find yourself a towel or something to shoot into yet?
You can use mine again if you need to."  He reached under his bed and
pulled out a rolled up hand towel.  He got up and grabbed a small
bottle of hand lotion, then put that and the towel on the night stand
between our beds.  "In case anyone needs it," he added.  He pulled a
copy of Car & Driver off his desk and sat back on the bed to drool
over that RX-8 he wanted.

I blushed slightly, and hoped he didn't notice.  Somehow it was one
thing to think about jacking off in front of Mark, and another thing
altogether to actually start doing it.  But the ache in my crotch
wasn't going to go away without help, and he really didn't seem to be
paying any attention... I took a deep breath and pulled my shorts down
again.  I looked down as I did, and saw why they'd felt a bit
looser... they were my shorts, but Mark's briefs.  He must've grabbed
the wrong pair when he tossed them over to me.  My dick throbbed as I
realized I'd been wearing my brother's sweaty underwear.  And that my
boner had been leaking that clear stuff into his underwear.  Weird.

I tried hard to just forget that Mark was barely 6 feet away from me,
but sometimes he'd turn a page or take a deep breath and I'd remember.
It was kinda creepy at first, actually.  But as I started to give my
dick the attention it so desperately needed, I mostly forgot about my
brother being there.  Being on edge for so long made it even better
than usual, there was a steady stream of the clear stuff.  I smeared
it all around, gasping slightly as my hand started gliding smoothly.
Ohhhh, that was nice.  I closed my eyes and stretched out, this felt
soooo good.  It still seemed a little dry, somehow, so I reached out
and grabbed the lotion from beside Mark... my hand was all covered
with that clear stuff and it was barely a foot away from Mark's face,
but he didn't even blink an eye.  I guess he really wasn't paying any
attention!

Awww, yeaaah, that lotion helped too.  Just a few drops, enough to
blend with the sticky stuff and make a nice thin layer for my fist to
slide up and down on.  Even the sound of it was cool. I started to
feel the tingles again and knew it wouldn't be too much longer.  I
closed up the lotion and put it on the nightstand beside me.  As I
reached over, I caught a whiff of my armpit... suddenly that seemed to
turn me on even more.  I thought about how good it felt to get all
sweaty, how much I wanted to get sweaty with Katie.  Or anyone,
really.  I wasn't going to be picky.  I wanted a girl, any girl, to
play with... to play with me... for me to play with... I was tired of
just looking at magazines, I wanted to really touch one.  All over.
To feel, to smell, to hear whimpering and moaning from my touch, like
in that one movie Jimmy and I had seen on cable that time I stayed at
his house.  To taste.  Yeah, lick her good, all over... even down
there.  Especially down there.  Sure, some fo the guys had said it
might not be much fun, but hey, it was part of the package, right?
And when I finally got to do stuff to a real girl I wanted to do
everything.  I smelled my armpit again, and wondered if a girl would
smell like that.  I kinda hoped not, it'd be kinda weird if a girl
smelled all sweaty like a guy.

I felt the tingles grow stronger as my hand kept pumping and my head
kept thinking about Katie.  I tried to put her head on the bodies of
some of the women in that magazine, but I couldn't, quite... Katie was
someone I knew, it was hard to imagine her naked and spready out like
that.  I tried instead to imagine it was her hand on my dick, her
delicate little fingers instead of mine.  She wouldn't know how to do
this at first, I figured, so I'd have to tell her what to do.  Maybe
show her, a bit.  And then she could show me what felt good to her.  I
wondered suddenly if Katie masturbated.  I pictured her reaching down
and fingering herself, like that one blonde woman.  Ooops! that made
me lose it... I felt the churning down in my balls and the tingles
kept growing stronger and stronger.  I forced myself to slow my hand
down, to try to prolong the moment as much as I could... but it was
too late.  I sort of squeaked as a huge wave of pure pleasure crashed
over my whole body, it took away my breath and forced my juice out of
my balls.  Five big squirts, my hand still pumping so it went
everywhere... felt like I was totally covered with the stuff.  I saw
stars in front of my eyes and I almost couldn't breathe.  Wow.

Finally I started to recover... my hand fell away from my shrinking
dick, still leaking droplets of cum.  I got my breath back and glanced
over at Mark.  He'd put the magazine down and was watching me.  "No
watching," I'd told him, but somehow I didn't care that he'd seen me.

He grinned at me and said, "Nice one, Kev.  Do you always make that
sound?"

"What sound?" I asked, voice coming out kind of in a whisper.  I
cleared my throat and tried again, "What sound?"

"That squeaky sound, like it hurts or something."

"I don't know," I said, "I guess I do.  Sometimes, anyway."

"It's kinda cool, actually.  You really get into it, don't you."  It
wasn't really a question.

"I can't help it, it feels so good."

"Yeah, it does.  And it's cool that you like it too," he assured me.
"Nothing wrong with jacking off, and you might as well enjoy it!"

"Yeah," I sighed, still trembling slightly from the release.  I could
feel my cum starting to cool in puddles and trails on my skin.

"You wanna just grab a shower now?" he suggested.

"Yeah, I guess I do kinda need one."  I stood up slowly, trying to
wipe up some of the mess with my hand.

"Here," Mark said. "Try this instead."  He reached out, towel in hand,
and started wiping off my chest with it.  I reached up to take the
towel from him.

"Uh, thanks," I told him. "I'll just hop in the shower."  I headed for
the bathroom, tossing my shorts and Mark's briefs back into the pile
on my way.  I pushed the door closed and stepped into the shower.  The
hot water felt really good, just right on my tired muscles.  I
lathered up my hair with some of Mark's shampoo, and washed off the
rest of me.  It really was pretty difficult to get the cum off, I
wondered if I should ask Mark about that.  Maybe there was a trick to
it or something.

I finished up in the shower and reached for my towel as I stepped out.
I saw that the door hadn't actually closed and there was a gap big
enough to see through.  I didn't pay much attention at first, until I
glanced through and saw Mark with his shorts down to his knees, hand
stroking away.  Now that was a sight I hadn't seen before.  Hey, I had
to look, to see what I might look like in 2 years.  I wrapped my towel
around my waist and combed my hair quickly, then pushed the door open.

Mark slowed down as I stepped out of the bathroom, but he didn't stop.
He opened his eyes and glanced up at me and kinda grinned.  His hand
kept pumping away, and I saw that his left hand was kinda pinching at
his chest and nipples.  He closed his eyes and let out a long, low
moan, then shot out a thick squirt of cum onto his pecs.  Two more
followed, splashing onto his stomach.  His hand stopped, and a thin
trickle of cum oozed out as his eyes opened up to look down at the
mess he'd made.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who enjoys it," I said as I stared.
His dick was a lot longer than mine, and thicker too.  His pubes were
dark like his hair, and kind of ran up towards his belly button before
stopping.  Suddenly my five inches seemed a lot smaller.

"Yeah, we both do.  We jack off and we like it," he said as he reached
over for the towel, "and we're brothers who don't have to hide
anything."  And that felt pretty good... even better than the cumming.