Date: Tue, 8 Apr 2008 19:07:03 -0500
From: Southwest Guy <swguy66@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Early Erotic Memories" Submission 5

This story is the fifth part of a six-part series called "Early Erotic
Memories." It is completely true and accurately describes the author's
personal experience. The story is for informational and recreational
purposes only, and the author does not advocate any of the activities
described. It should not be read by anyone under the age of eighteen.


5. PANTSING MY BROTHER

The most erotic experience of my teenage years took place between me and my
younger brother Larry in the summer of 1959. To give a little background, I
had turned fifteen the previous October, and I would be going into the
eleventh grade that fall. I also had been sexually mature and able to
ejaculate for just over a year. Larry had his tenth birthday about a month
or so before the incident took place. He was in elementary school, and as I
would soon find out, he hadn't yet started to mature sexually. Since we
shared a bedroom while we were growing up, sleeping on twin beds, Larry and
I were together every night, and I often saw him getting
undressed. However, even though I felt mildly curious about his body, I had
never seen him in an overtly-sexual way until this incident occurred.

One day, I happened to be out in our front yard when two of our adult
neighbors, Jerry and Ray, were playing around with Larry. Ray had grabbed
him by his arms (or maybe it was around his chest from behind; I don't
really remember), while Jerry had grabbed him by his legs or ankles. They
had lifted him off of the ground and were holding him between them,
threatening to pull down his swimming trunks. Larry was laughing and
pleading for them to stop, and he sounded a little worried, as though he
wasn't really sure about whether they were serious or not. At one point,
Jerry put Larry's feet down and grabbed hold of his trunks, but he stopped
before pulling them down.

I became hot and excited while watching this, and I suddenly felt intrigued
by the idea that Larry could lose his pants that way. I wanted to see it
happen, and I was disappointed that Jerry and Ray hadn't finished what they
had started.

Later that same day, Larry and I were inside the house, along with our
mother. I knew he was alone in our parents' bedroom, and I could hear our
mom singing in the kitchen as she worked. The incident in the front yard
kept playing on my mind, and I felt attracted to Larry in a very warm and
affectionate way because of what had almost happened to him. Eventually,
even the idea of being alone with him seemed highly erotic, and I wandered
down the hall to the bedroom, knowing he would be there.

Larry was on the far side of the room when I entered, but I don't remember
what he was doing. He may have been sitting on one of the beds, reading, or
standing at the dresser, looking in one of the drawers. He had changed into
a pair of blue jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, and as I approached, he
looked up at me but didn't say anything. Although I didn't have any clear
purpose in mind, I immediately began to feel sexually aroused by the
situation.

Grabbing him on impulse, I said as a joke, "I think I'll take up where
Jerry and Ray left off!" He realized that I was threatening to pants him,
and he began struggling in a kind of mock resistance, laughing and saying,
"No!" while I held on and started wrestling him down into the narrow space
between the beds (I didn't really intend to pants him, but if I had been
serious, that would have been the best place to do it, since it was the
most concealed spot in the room).

I don't remember how I got him onto the floor, but it was easy enough to
do, since he obviously wasn't serious about resisting. In fact, we both
seemed to be taking it as a joke. I may have used my weight to force him
down, or I may have wrestled him onto one of the beds first and then pulled
him off onto the floor. The space between the beds was cramped, maybe about
eighteen inches wide, with just enough room for him underneath and me on
top.

In only a few seconds, I had him stretched out on his back with his head
near the wall. I remember crouching over him to hold him down, and I must
have straddled him on either one or both of my knees, pressing my weight
against his legs to keep him from squirming. He kept struggling and
laughing, "No!" and "No, don't!" over and over (just as he had with Jerry
and Ray), and I had to hold his arms out of the way so I could get at the
front of his jeans.

I still didn't intend to pants him, and I remember feeling surprised that
things had gone that far; but the more he struggled, the more I became
caught up in what was happening, and I suddenly decided just to pull his
jeans down a few inches, without going all the way. He hadn't called out to
our mom, even though he could have, so I knew he was still playing along
with me.

Oddly enough, I don't remember if he was wearing a belt, but if he was, I
managed to keep his hands out of the way long enough to get it unbuckled. I
do remember breaking open the snap at the top of his fly, pulling down his
zipper and then spreading the front of his jeans open. He was wearing white
cotton briefs (which I already knew, since that was the only kind either of
us wore), and I remember being struck by how white they looked. For some
reason, seeing his underpants made me realize how vulnerable he was, and I
suddenly felt a little sorry for him, in a very affectionate way, because
of the situation he was in.

As he continued to struggle and laugh, I took hold of his jeans on either
side and tugged them down just far enough to uncover all of his
underpants. Even at that point, I didn't intend to go all the way, but
suddenly, without thinking, I grabbed his underpants and pulled them down
as well. It surprised the hell out of me, and out of him as well, because
he suddenly got quiet and lay completely still. Without saying a word, we
both just looked down at his genitals.

Even though I had caught brief glimpses of him naked before, I had never
seen him up close, and I didn't waste any time starting to look him
over. He was still a little boy between his legs, without a trace of
puberty, and his entire midsection was completely smooth and hairless. His
balls looked like tiny grapes and were so small that they almost appeared
to be contracted in his scrotum, which was very loose and wrinkled. In
fact, his scrotum looked as though it had deflated like a balloon and
puckered down around his balls in velvet-soft folds.

His penis was small, too, probably not much more than an inch long, and
although it wasn't erect, it did stick out abruptly, pointing straight up
at me and looking very exposed and vulnerable. It was shaped a little
differently from my own, which intrigued me, with the shaft swelling
slightly above the head to create a kind of spindled appearance. The skin
along the shaft was pale and delicate, almost translucent. He was
circumcised, like me, with a ring of slightly darker skin circling the
shaft to show where his foreskin had been removed.

I reached out and took his penis gently between my thumb and index finger,
then moved it slightly to one side, examining the small opening at the tip
and realizing that it was where he peed. The little shaft felt soft, spongy
and warm (I wish today that I had felt his little scrotum and testicles as
well, but unfortunately, I didn't). Larry watched intently as I looked him
over, without moving or saying anything. Evidently, he didn't object to
what was happening. After only a few seconds, I whispered, "Okay, that's
enough," then climbed off of him so he could get up. I think he then stayed
on his back long enough to pull up his underpants and jeans.

Although I felt extremely aroused and excited, I was afraid to do anything
else, and I assumed the incident was over. But as Larry got up from the
floor, he surprised me by saying that it was my turn now, because he wanted
to do the same thing to me! Apparently, he was caught up in the situation
as much as I was and didn't want to miss this chance to satisfy his own
curiosity (I don't think he was sexually aroused, though, since he didn't
have an erection). At that point, I was more than willing to cooperate.

Larry told me to wait where I was for just a minute, then he walked out of
the room and down the hall. I knew he was going to make sure that our mom
was still busy in the kitchen, and I sat down on the edge of the bed next
to the front window (our dad's bed) and waited for him to return. My heart
was pounding with excitement, and I felt a tingling sensation in my
stomach. At the same time, though, I felt scared because of the seriousness
of what we were doing and afraid we might get caught.

Larry came back in a few seconds, apparently satisfied that we wouldn't be
disturbed. As he walked across the room, I felt that I should be lying
down, so I stretched out on my back along the edge of the bed and either
raised my head up or propped myself up on my elbows, so I could watch what
he was going to do. He seemed eager to get started, and as he came into the
space between the beds, he said, "Now I think I'll take up where Jerry and
Ray didn't leave off." The tone of his voice made it clear that he had me
right where he wanted me.

I remember feeling the movement of his hands against my stomach as he
unbuckled my belt. Since the front of my pants was stretched tightly over
my erection, my fly spread wide apart as he pulled down my zipper, exposing
the huge underlying bulge in my underpants. If Larry hadn't already
realized that we were significantly different "down there," he could tell
it now, and he seemed curious about what he was going to see.

Eagerly gripping my pants, he tugged them down, and I raised my hips off
the bed to make it easier for him. Then, with my pants around my thighs, he
slipped his fingers under the waistband of my underpants and pulled them
down as well, lifting the elastic and sliding it gently over my erection in
one smooth, easy movement. I still remember the thrill of seeing and
feeling that happen, and the exhilarating sensation of being exposed in
front of my little brother.

Larry obviously was surprised at what he saw, because he opened his eyes
wide in disbelief and whispered, "Wow!" as he stared down at my swollen
penis. It was lying flat on my belly, stiff as a board and fully erect,
pointing straight up toward my navel. I know it was about five inches long,
because it had matured completely by that time, and that's what it measured
in later years (rather modest, I'll admit). Compared to Larry's small
penis, mine seemed huge and obscene. The pinkish-brown skin looked dark and
raw against my white midsection, and my own circumcision showed as a wide
band of discoloration around the shaft. The head was a dark purplish color,
and it had swollen so tightly that the skin was smooth and shiny. Although
I don't think Larry could see it from his angle, the slit had already oozed
a little moisture.

I had a full crop of light brown pubic hair (it had been growing for almost
three years) curling out from under the base of the shaft, then up and
around on either side. The hairs also spread downward onto my pink scrotum,
where they grew only sparsely. Since my legs were close together, the loose
bag of skin rested high up between my thighs, with my balls right against
the base of my erection. It was apparent that my left testicle was a good
deal larger than the right one.

Larry seemed fascinated by my pubic hair, and he reached out and took a
small lock of it between his thumb and forefingers, rubbing it back and
forth gently to see how it felt. Satisfied with that, he gripped my
erection lightly between his fingertips and lifted it about an inch,
feeling the stiffness and the resistance against his pull. It was so tight
against my belly that it would have been painful if he had tried to lift it
any further. His touch was exciting, and my erection felt so sensitive that
I thought it might explode. Larry seemed amazed at its relatively huge
size, and it was obvious that he had never seen a fully-matured erection
before.

Touching me that way must have embarrassed him, because he quickly put my
erection back down and said he was through. He then moved away from the
bed, and I pulled up both my underpants and my pants, then fastened and
zipped up my fly. I had my belt buckled and was off the bed in a matter of
seconds.

The entire episode had lasted only three or four minutes. I don't remember
what we said or did next, but I think we must have separated right away,
since it was obvious that we both felt guilty and scared by what had
happened. Neither one of us ever mentioned the incident again, although we
came close to repeating the same kind of thing a few times. I was always
afraid that Larry would tell someone about what we had done and that I
would be the one to get in trouble, because I was the oldest. As far as I
know, this was the first time Larry ever saw my penis, and it definitely
was the first time another person saw my erection.


March 2008