Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2016 13:45:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: Bob Smith <bobmflorida@yahoo.com>
Subject: The last guy to know  Chapter 1

I hope you enjoy this story of a boy (Jake) and his best friend
(Troy). Jake is lost sexually and Troy comes to rescue him.

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Chapter 1

I was raised in a small town, just outside of New York City. We were not
very rich. Our house was small in a blue-collar part of the town. The best
part of the house was upstairs. Upstairs had two big bedrooms that occupied
the same footprint as the rest of the house. My brother and I shared one
bedroom and my little sisters occupied the other. There was a bathroom
between the two bedrooms, with a bathroom door to the hallway and another
door from our bedroom.

My brother and I shared a room together because my folks felt it important
that we shared a room. They felt it would help bond us as brothers. They
were right. My brother and I were very close. He is fourteen, almost
fifteen, and I am twelve. Looking at us you would wonder if we had the same
parents. He has a swimmer's body, broad shoulders, and a thin waist. I am
skinny. While we both have brown hair, our hairstyles are very different. I
have a more traditional haircut, short and simple. He goes for the more
flamboyant styles. His hair goes over his shoulders and most times, he
wears it in a small ponytail. The middle school hates his hair. Three or
four times a year, he is asked to cut it. Our family just ignores the
school. My dad says it's his hair and as long as he behaviors himself, he
can keep the hair long. If the truth is told, my dad hates his long hair
also. Ken's body is solid, like a football player, five foot nine inches
while I am thin as a rail and almost the same height. I do not think we are
ugly looking boys; at least, that's what our mom says.

Ken is the best big brother in the world. Now he and I fight each other all
the time, but when some kids in the neighborhood started to pick on me, he
and his friends stood up for me, and the bullying stopped. Since he is an
honor student, he helps me with my homework and my parents do not have to
bother trying to figure out what we are doing in school. He taught me how
to play basketball and football. Now both of us play for the middle school
in three sports. When I was younger, if I played with his toys, he did not
go ballistic about it like some brothers. He just told me to return them to
where I got them. When we were little we always took our baths together and
played naked, that is until he turned twelve. Then he turned weird.

I was in our room getting ready for school. I was ten then. Ken was twelve
and had just finished his shower. He walked into our bedroom, still drying
himself with his towel. Now Kenny was always a big boy, much bigger than
most of his classmates and it had been a long time since we took a bath
together and I had really seen him naked. Anyway, he walks into our
bedroom, I looked at his Johnson; it had hair on it, and his nuts were
hanging low. The first thing out of my mouth as I stared at his nuts was,
"Kenny, you're a hairy monster. You've got lots of hair" and then I
laughed.

Ken looked devastated. He first looked shocked and then he said, "Shut the
fuck up you little asshole."

He immediately put on his briefs and went downstairs to watch some TV as I
took my shower.

Later, after my shower, while we were watching TV, it dawned on me that I
had hurt his feelings so I apologized to him.

"I am really, really sorry Kenny. I was just so surprised that you have
hair on your cock."

"Yeah I know. It started a few months ago and I am a still little
embarrassed about it. I am the only boy in my gym class with this much
hair. After gym class, in the showers, all the guys stare and after a
while, it gets a bit much. Freddy even popped a bone looking at me. Shit,
I'm only twelve, How come I am the only guy in my gym class with a big bush
of hair. The rest are almost hairless. Anyway, it's cool. We are ok."

"Well, I think it cool you have hair already. The other boys are just
jealous of you. Shit, they are just little boys compared to you."

We were ok with each other but things were never the same again. When he
took a shower, he changed in the bathroom. I don't think I ever saw him
comfortably naked for the next two years.

When I was twelve and he was fourteen, things changed for both of us.

Since I am two years younger than Kenny, I have to go to bed an hour
earlier. As my mom says, "Age has some advantages" and a later bedtime was
one. By the time Ken came to bed, I was fast asleep and only an atomic bomb
could wake me up. Except this was in the middle of summer and it was hot as
hell, the air was still and humid and we didn't have air conditioning. Our
room was stifling and I was roasting.

I lay on the top of the bed in my underwear, white briefs; we both gave up
on pajamas years ago and tried to get to sleep. I was in the middle of
sleeping and being awake at the same time, that middle place. I heard Ken
come in and get undressed and climb into his bed. I do not remember much
after that but a short time later; I heard a moan and Ken seemed to be
thrashing around in his bed.

Sleepily I looked up, "You ok?"

The wiggling and moaning immediately stopped, "Yeah. I am just having a
hard time sleeping with the heat."

If he said anything after that, I don't remember. I was asleep again.

That was a hot summer. The hot weather was unabated and the nights
continued to be sizzling for the next week or so.

I remember it was on a Friday, a few days later, when the next thing
happened. Like usual, I was on the top of my bed, in my briefs, trying to
sleep when Ken came into the room. He turned on the lights and started to
get undressed. I looked at him through half-closed eyes as I feigned
sleep. I watched him take off his shirt and toss it near his bed. He then
looked at me to make sure I was sleeping. When he was certain that I was
still sleeping, he dropped his cargo shorts. For a second my eyes popped
open and then closed again. My brother was wearing a pair of light blue
briefs, those made with a pocket so your junk can hang securely. His junk
filled the contour pouch completely. He was a lot bigger than when I saw
him last. In the pouch, his Johnson looked as big as my dad's. I watched as
he put his hand down his briefs and gave his balls a scratch. Then he
looked at me again and turned off the lights.

Like me, he just lay on the top of his bed. It was excessively humid and
hot to even get under a sheet.

I now opened my eyes so I could see him. There was a full moon and it
entered into our room in such a way so that his bed was in moonlight and
mine was in the shadow. I saw him try to get comfortable in the blistering
heat.

I was just about to doze off when he looked at me again. Seeing I was still
asleep, he started to rub his tummy and chest. When his hands got to his
chest, he took his tits and tweaked them. Now I was wide-awake. I never in
my twelve years even considered doing that to my boy tits. I watched as he
continued to caresses himself.

Then I saw his cock starting to grow. His dick swelled up under his
underwear. I could see it strain against the cotton material. I could
clearly see it stuck in a bent position in the confines of his cotton
briefs as it tried to swell to its full potential. Kenny looked at me
again. Then he put his thumbs in his waistband and pushed his briefs down
his body. He carefully pulled them off and placed them near his body on the
bed.

Once naked, his cock looked enormous. Kenny's thick shaft sprung from a
black pubic bush and stood over his body at a forty-five-degree angle. He
looked over at me again and then reached behind his head and found a rag
between his headboard and the mattress. He placed the rag near his body. He
then started to touch himself again, moving his hands over his body in a
caressing manner.

His fingers slid down to his hard cock and he twirled his fingers in his
pubic hair. He slowly stroked his dick in an up and down motion. His dick
was darker than the rest of his body, ever darker than his tan.

He looked at me again to assure himself that I was asleep and could not
observe him. I kept my eyes closed and kept my breathing steady as he
decided I was dead asleep.

He reached behind his head again and came out with a small bottle of
liquid. He squirted some on his right hand. He used his left hand to pull
back the loose skin on his shaft. Once he pulled back all the loose skin,
he took his right hand and started to stroke his hard dick using only the
friction of his hand and the lube. As soon as he reached the top of his
dick, he rolled his hand over his glans and then down his shaft. He did
this slowly and methodology. Now I could hear him moan each time his hand
rolled over the tip of his spear. Then he stopped stroking and using only
his thumb, he rubbed his frenulum.  His moaning, while still low, got
louder as he messaged both his frenulum and corona. He stopped rubbing the
underside of his dick and started whacking his pecker. Each time he got to
the top of his shaft, he rolled his hand over his glans and corona.

By now, my dick was diamond hard and I could feel a wet spot growing in my
breifs. Kenny shifted from using his whole hand to just three fingers as he
sped up the stroking.  He lifted his ass off his bed as he shot a rope of
baby making juice over his chest. More shots covered his belly and then the
rest just dripped down his hands. When his orgasm ended, he reached down,
seized his cum rag at his side, and wiped the mess off his chest and
belly. He brought his hand to his mouth and he licked jizz off his hand and
fingers; he looked at me again to ensure himself that I was asleep. He put
the bottle of lube and rag behind him, buried in his pillow. He then got
into his briefs and lay on his belly as he went to sleep.

I was hard, graphene hard. My dick was so hard it almost hurt but I was
also tired and tired won out. I fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up with a normal piss boner. I headed for the
bathroom to unload a night full of urine. It took a while for my penis to
settle down and deflate enough for me to hit the toilet.

At twelve, I was deep into puberty. My dad had explained it to me so I
expected my nuts to drop (they did), I expected to get hair in my cock area
(I had a nice start to a bush) and I knew my dick was going to get bigger
(it was one of the biggest in my gym class) but I was very naive about
sex. I still was not sure what I had seen last night. I had to ask Troy, my
best friend.

I was just finishing my piss when Kenny walked into the room. He pulled
down his underwear enough so he could piss over his waistband. He had a
bone but not as long or thick as last night. He looked at me and smiled as
he waited for it to go down so he could piss.