Date: Sun, 20 Apr 2003 15:11:19 +1000 (EST)
From: james peters <jp432527@yahoo.com.au>
Subject: Big Brodie - part 4

Young Friends Section
Title: BIG BRODIE -part 4
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Disclaimers; the usual apply.
Thanks guys for the feedback. With the pressure of work/study/etc. these
segments may need to cease shortly.
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I had arrived.  But still hairless.  That seemed less important all of a
sudden. I wanted to wank myself, but Brodie stopped me: 'You've got to
wait a while before you can make more of it.  Wait a few hours."  I
humble obeyed my bigger brother.

When Brodie returned home, I was just over the moon with my arrival.
Nothing else mattered: school work, assignments, tests, my entire future
meant little !  That night I fondled and fondled and experienced pre-cum
in private.  I broke Brodie's direction and did it to myself that night.
Wow!

Next day, Brodie was around at 8.00am all excited. I just had to tell him
that I had done it to myself. He wasn't phased with that, all he wanted
to know was how long ago did that happen.  Well, it happened at about
10.00pm.

We had to wait until my mom left for work...which seemed like forever.
The front door was doubly locked as soon as the car headed down the
road...and we were up in the bedroom.  For the first time, i seemed
unashamed with my body. I stood there naked in front of my man, who took
charge of events. "I should suck you because you have done it to me so
many times' he suggested.  I was OK with that.  My bed was still unmade
from the night's sleep and had that soothing smell still in it.  Brodie
stripped; my heart was racing.  I was in bed, sitting there watching
him.  He was taking his clothes off slower than per usual, flicking his
blonde hair back as he took off his T-shirt.  His penis was semi-erect by
the time he turned towards me: he just looked so manly.

He went straight for my 4-incher and sucked.  I went with the movements
with the springs of the bed contributing to the motion.  As I came, he
took the first squirt into his mouth, but then withdrew and allowed the
remaining to shoot into the air, landing on my chest.  With flare, he
grabbed my dick and continued the motion, until i was spent.  A double
wow!!

We smeared my cum all over my chest; finally it was mine that was the
focus, not his.

"Brodie..." said I..."there is something else guys do apart from this
stuff"
B:- What do you mean?
Me:- At school, lots of the guys talk about sticking it into each other
B:-  How do you mean?
Me:- they put it up each other arse...in the hole you shit out of
B:- gross....
Me:- yeah....girls have a second hole, but seeing guys only have one,
      that is the only hole you can  use.
B:-  silence....it seemed he had never heard of this, which was fair
enough as I look back on it....being only 10-1/2

Me:- do you want to try it?  You can do it to me if you like.
B:-  ok.
.and with that I rolled over.  It took about half an hour of sheer
experiemting before we both worked out how it all happens!  "We need
to make it slippery, I think" he said.!!!

He pushed, I pushed backward, nothing seemed to be happening, and I was
beginning to think it was all just talk.  Then suddenly, his cockhead
broke through the threshold.  "Whoa!...my eyes opened and I gasped...and
I slowly moved backward...sensing this, Brodie moved forward...and then
it all happened.  (You all know how it goes)

This was the beginning of many anals.  Brodie grew to 7 inches (at 12) so
my rear end grew with him.
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MY SECOND ARRIVAL: - hair.
   Just after my 14th. birthday I noticed it....several light
hairs appeared in the usual places I did not see Brodie for a couple of
day at that point, so I was sporting several distinctive hairs when he
visited one afternoon.
I was 14 + several weeks; he was 11-1/2 at the time.  "Guess what? i said
as soon as we were alone.  He saw the excitement on my face and said:
"Hairs???'  'Yup..' and immediately dropped my pants.  Once again, she
showed all the excitement that he showed when i first ejaculated...and
genuinely so. He played with the hairs like it was his own.   That day we
stood in front of my mother's full size mirror (we had done this on other
times too).  My hairs were barely visible in the reflection; his crop was
now some 4 inches across the top, about 2-1/2 inches high and bushy.  But
I had arrived.