Date: Tue, 10 May 2011 19:09:01 -0500 From: naked guy Subject: Brothers are The Best - Revised Brothers Are The Best Part 1 (fictional story) I am a firm believer in brotherly love. It was about 1990 when events happened that would bring my brothers and I closer. I had an older brother from my dad's first marriage. I hardly saw Eddie except for Christmas and maybe sometimes on vacation. He lived with his mother and step-father in California. He was 22 and I was 17. I was about to finish high school. Despite the bitter relationship between his mom and our dad, we still stayed friendly through the phone and sometimes by postcard. We were all born from a Latino father, American born but from a Mexican and Central American heritage. Eddie's mother was Puerto Rican and he shared her features more than dad's. Eddie had very handsome and had black features. My little brother, Luis, was 13. My and Luis' mother was Caucasian. Luis and I had our father's Central American features but with much lighter skin. People admired our looks but never knew quite "what we were". Luis and I lived with my dad who was married to his third wife. Growing up, Luis had never been the annoying little brother that most guys have. We were always good together. I guess since he never begged to hang out with me and my friends, I ended up letting him come along with us often. He mainly came to watch us play basketball behind the school. Some of the dudes would even let him play, pretending to let him occasionally score. That really boosted his confidence. Other than that, he was often on his own. There weren't too many kids his age at our end of the neighborhood when he was younger. I was 5ft9 and was a foot shorter. He was trim and fit for his age--not beefy, just lean and fit. I had been working out with weights in our garage and my body was finally starting to show the effects. My grandma had given them to us the year before and I finally got them out and used them. Girls were starting to notice me and I had lots of dates in high school. However, I was never really "in love" with any one girl. I'd already had sex four times with Laura Metz, a cheerleader type at school. I enjoyed being with her but didn't really want to be tied down as her boyfriend. Instead, I often went out with friends in groups of guys and girls and had a great time. After Luis entered junior high, he often went to the movies in groups of kids from school, but never brought a girlfriend around or even talked about any. He wasn't really a loner, but kept personal business to himself. I was the family jock and played all the sports I could join at school. Luis was only in track, but he was a hell of a runner. That summer of 1990, I had been playing football in a field with friends on one hot day. The summers in central Texas were very fierce. On top of the heat, my leg was sore from the previous day's antics of goofing trying to race one of the guy's home. To make it worse, I tripped in a hole at the edge of a field and twisted my foot. I didn't break anything, but sprained my foot badly. Back then, physical therapy was not such a big deal. The doctor had requested it, but my family couldn't afford it. After I returned from the hospital emergency room the day I hurt my foot, I was tired and drugged. I was given some pills to make me relax and to ease the pain. My legs in general were sore from all of my antics that week. My dad was at work all day and my stepmother had to go to work in the evening. As I lay in my underwear with my leg and foot killing me, Luis stepped into my room. I told him what had happened. He said he'd rub my leg if I wanted him to. I was out of it and I thought it would feel good anyhow. I slept in my underwear all the time so for him to see me scantily clad was not any big deal for me. My brother sat down next to me and started to gently knead my calves and ankle until he got to the part of the foot that was really hurt. It felt really nice and tingled. His hands were small, but it felt great as he massaged my hamstrings...going a little higher than where my injuries were, actually. I must have dozed off. The next thing I knew, it was nearly nine at night. Dad and Marie had the only upstairs room. Growing up, we were lucky that the stairs creaked next to our rooms--it warned us if anyone was coming downstairs. I heard the familiar creak. It was Dad. He'd gotten home from work while I was napping and came in to check on me. He kind of bitched about me being careless enough to get hurt, but then he laughed to himself. He figured boys will be boys. Dad was proud of both of us, but often praised me the most. I think I reminded him of him of when he was a teen himself--that is, always getting into scrapes, but having fun. We chatted for a few. He asked me if I'd seen that pretty girl again, the one I'd brought home for dinner. I told him she was gone for the summer. I think dad even had the hots for her! She did have big tits for her age and looked older. He told me goodnight and left the room. I watched some TV, and then decided to go to bed again. Luis came into the room to check on me. He asked if I wanted him to rub my leg and foot again. I was a little self conscious this time after not having so much pain medicine as before. I was completely aware of everything at this point and felt a little awkward. I thought to myself, 'It's like a coach or trainer rubbing your arm or leg, why not?" "Sure, go ahead," I said. Only a small lamp and a black and white TV lighted the room. Dad was in bed now and our stepmom, Marie, was still working her late shift. No one was up except for Luis and I in my room. Luis now sat closer to me at the foot of the bed. He started massaging my sore leg very methodically, as if it were an everyday thing for him. We both stared at the TV and laughed at the stupid talk show that was on. As he continued rubbing my leg, five minutes passed by and he changed positions. Now, he was closer to my waist with the back of him facing me. Little by little, my brother subtly started to rub a little more passionately. It then felt more like sensual stroking. I was distracted until I realized I had started to pop a boner in my white briefs. He pretended not to notice, but in the reflection of the stereo cabinet I saw him glancing downward to his left down at my crotch. I put my other leg up so it would cover my crotch from his angle. He slowly slid the sock off my foot. He gently unwrapped the ace bandage. Then, he caught me by surprise, and started to gently rub my toes. Only the middle of my foot was really hurt, and my ankle. I was about to tell him it wasn't my toes that were hurt, but what he was doing felt really nice. He also seemed entranced, like he was in deep thought. What started as a brotherly massage started to turn me on. His touch felt very erotic. I pulled some of the covers up nonchalantly to cover my crotch. I stretched out the other leg. He took the cue and started massaging the good foot, too. He gently stroked between my toes one at a time. I'd actually never had a foo trub before except for some lame over the sock rub from our school trainer. Having someone touch a sensitive part of my body like that for the first time was incredible. Once the toes were worked over, he moved on to the ball of each foot, the arches, and then the heels. My brother was giving me a fantastic foot rub! "Man, you need to be a masseur," I told him, trying to make conversation. He smiled and said, "You think so?" "Oh yeah!" I agreed. "I'll bet your shoulders and neck are tight, maybe I should rub your shoulders." "That's cool," I said. I was glad to roll over and hide my boner. My little brother, unconsciously or not, was turning me on fuckin' big time. After I rolled onto my stomach, I didn't cover myself. My hard dick was not visible anymore and it wouldn't go down. I looked over at the glass door of my stereo rack and could see our reflections. It looked like my brother had his eyes glued to my ass with an intense stare. I couldn't tell lying there if that's what I was seeing for sure. He came over to my left side and started to rub my shoulders. His smaller hands were soft, but strong. After working on my shoulders, he moved down my back. He used his elbow to get right into that spot under the shoulder blade—it made me flinch. I was in bliss. Where did he learn to do this? At some point, I fell asleep again. When I awoke, it was morning and I was alone. I got up to pee. It killed my foot to stand on it, so I was hopping to the toilet. As I took out my dick to piss, I noticed a dried spot in my underwear. I must have been oozing last night, however this looked like more than a wet dream. I snapped out of that thought when I heard the front door slam. It must have been dad going to work. I didn't see Luis most of the day. Some friends had invited him to the lake so I had the house to myself. Marie slept late but later got up to run errands. I kept thinking about Luis. Was he gay, I wondered. Most guys his age are horn dogs and talk about chicks. He never seemed interested. He sure enjoyed touching my body the night before. Maybe I was just drawing things out of proportion. Curiosity got the best of me, and then I did something I'd never done. I went to his room and looked through his things. Male teens, including myself, often kept some kind of secret stash of porn mags or girly pics...something similar. I wondered what Luis looked at to jerk off. I never caught him jerking off, but hell, at his age and my own age jacking off was a daily routine. I figured he must beat off late at night in his room. We had lots of privacy growing up, so no one ever entered without knocking. In his room, there was that unmistakable smell of cum. I found a damp towel under his bed—his cum rag. I opened some of his drawers and found nothing interesting. That was too obvious, anyway. I opened the closet door and found nothing but clothes, boxes, and shoes. I noticed a panel that had been cut out of the wall once when we had repairs done in the side of the closet wall. Instead of being nailed shut, it had been screwed back into place. The screws were loosely put in. I twisted them and the panel fell open. And there it was...his stashing place! There was a shoebox pushed into the indention. I was amazed to open it up and find a pair of my sox! They weren't clean and were too big for him to wear. They had been worn a couple of times and stunk. I couldn't figure out that one. Also, there was an un-smoked joint, a condom, a videocassette, and various knick-knacks. Everything looked like typical hidden treasure material, EXCEPT for my socks. Maybe he had used them himself, but they were way huge. I looked at the video, it was titled, "The Art of Erotic Massage From Playboy". I remembered that video--it was kinda lame. My dad had received it for free with his subscription to the magazine. I had grabbed it out of the trash myself and watched it. It showed little nudity and didn't hold my attention. I guess it was the only thing my brother could find as far as videos go to jack off with. I realized then that he had boned up on his "massage techniques" with this video, apparently. I thought it kind of sweet. I put everything back the way it was and left. Just as I hobbled back to my room, Luis came in the front door. I was startled because I had been sneaking around. When he came in I was re-affixing the ace bandage around my foot. "Still hurting badly?" He said. "Yeah, I need to get some crutches instead of hobbling around." "Marie says she is bringing some home from the hospital today. She had to go back and borrow them from a nurse friend of hers." He answered. "Good, I can't wait," I said as the pain in my foot ached. I winced as I made it to the couch. I pretended not to notice, but he was staring at me in a dreamy kind of way. Had he been doing this all along and I never noticed? Probably, but I never would have guessed it. I figured out I'd test him to see. Somehow it was a turn-on to think my brother had a crush on me. I hadn't even considered having sex with a guy before, but this was my brother and it seemed really different. I really couldn't get out and do anything, so I decided to go lay out in the back yard. We weren't naturally very dark skinned, but our skin got tan faster and more bronzed than most white folks. I'd planned to start tanning anyway because I overheard a gal at school say that tans drove her crazy. Today, though, I had other motives. I grabbed the radio and suntan lotion. The lounge chair was just outside the door on the patio and I had turned it around to face all of the windows. I laid back on the lounge and pulled off my shirt. I had on my black gym shorts without any underwear. The sun felt so good beating down on my body. I had always loved to sweat for some reason. It always felt therapeutic. I lay there for about 30 minutes and was dripping in no time. I could feel the sweat trickling in my shorts as my balls got sweaty. My hair was drenched and I was covered in wetness and suntan lotion. As I was changed positions to put less pressure on my foot, I glanced up and saw a figure at the dining room window. In my sunglasses, I could look someplace moving my eyes and not my head. It was Luis at the window. I rubbed my hand over my sweaty chest and put my hands behind my head and exposed my dripping armpits. I slightly moved my legs apart and my dick visibly shifted in my thin shorts. I kept pretending to stare straight up, but was looking at Luis. Suddenly, his face became contorted and his head shot back. Then he disappeared. My brother was watching me and jacking off in the kitchen! I started to get hard, too, so I got up, toweled off, and headed for the restroom. He was in there already. I knocked. He sounded out of breath, but said he was using the restroom and would be out in a few. I heard the sink run a lot and then he came out. He was flushed looking and seemed embarrassed. I started to get an erection of my own thinking about his post-masturbation embarrassment. He went straight to his room. I got in the restroom and sat on the toilet and removed my bandage. I got in the shower and started to wash the sweat and suntan oil off. My dick only kept getting bigger so I had to take care of it. I braced myself so that I could hold onto the wall with one arm and my cock with the other. I got some soap on my dick and started to jack off. I started off thinking of lying on a hot girl, licking her nipples while I pushed my dick up into her. My mind wandered and the next thing I knew, I was imagining my fucking my brother doggy style! I started to come like a fountain against the shower curtain. I nearly fell trying to balance myself. I thought, 'Whoa, you just jacked off over your bro!" It didn't really bother me...I didn't feel bad about myself, but it raised so many questions in my head about my sexuality. I went back to my room and lay down in my towel. I thought of other friends I'd seen naked in the locker room or showers at school, which really didn't turn me on. I glanced over at a photo on my dresser of me and Luis. It was a shot of us goofing around at the lake. In the photo, I was carrying him in shallow water right before I spun around and tossed him in. We always splashed and roughhoused in the water. Seeing him in my arms with us all wet and glistening looked very erotic. I started to fantasize and imagined us naked doing the same thing. I then imagined myself carrying him to the shore where I'd lay on my stomach and get a back rub as he oiled down my naked body in front of everyone. Then I heard a female voice calling my name and knocking on my door. I bolted upright and arranged my cock in my towel. It was Marie and she was back with my new crutches. Thank god she didn't come in and see me in a towel with a big tent stick up in my crotch area! Wow, that was close! Luckily, she always knocked first. She told me the crutches were outside of the door after I told her I was just out of the shower and was dressing. I finally got out the house after having some of my buds pick me up. We went to the arcade and then to get some pizza. The guys talked about the usual--girls, pussy, girls, sports, and getting laid. They teased me that chicks were a sucker for guys on crutches and that I should find one who wanted to play nurse with me. I laughed and said that would be fine with me. They knew from rumors that I'd bagged Laura Metz on occasion, so I know they didn't doubt my sexuality. However, I kept thinking about my brother that day. That night, I asked him in the hallway if he'd help me out and work on my foot and ankle again. His face lit up and said in a fake way, "Well, I am sleepy, but I'll try to make it in there in a few." He was trying to act like he was indifferent to the offer, but I knew better. Just as before, I sat on my bed. I made sure this time to have something to cover my hard on up with. When he entered, I pretended to be into whatever was on the TV screen. I was in my gym shorts and underwear, but shirtless. I let him take off my sock and bandage. After the ace bandage was off, he slowly stroked the underside of my foot. His touch made an electric tingle run straight up to my crotch. He lovingly began to massage my foot. I put the other one next to his hands, hinting to rub them both. I still kept my eyes on the TV. After ten minutes of this incredible sensual touching, I rolled on my back. Without asking him to do so, he moved over and sat next to me to massage my neck and shoulders. I hadn't realized it at first, but I had begun to moan. He was really into it. He started to massage my back. He boldly stood over my upper legs and then sat on them to reach my back better. I noticed little by little his crotch area moved closer to my butt but never quite touched it. He sure got some use out of that video. He worked every muscle back there, it seemed. After another 20 or so minutes, I told him his hands must be about to fall off, and thanked him for the great massage. He said it was cool and told me goodnight. As soon as my door had shut, I pulled off my shorts and started whacking my meat in a frenzy. I came in seconds and shot everywhere! I lay there with cum all over my chest and neck; I even felt some on my cheek! I just lazily rubbed it over my nipples and stomach. I let it dry on me. I pulled up my sheet and went to sleep very quickly, exhausted. That night I dreamt that Luis and I were wrestling naked in the backyard. I went with Marie the next day to a college on the edge of the city. It was my first college to tour while I was in high school. I wasn't sure where I wanted to apply after graduation in another year. Since my foot hurt, I didn't to look much at the interior of the college, but a man drove us around on a golf cart to see the grounds. I was only half interested. I was preoccupied. I wondered how Luis was dealing with this. He must be thinking I am a big tease or just too stupid to realize he was into me big-time. I had to do something. I was fantasizing more and more about him. In just two days, I was already fantasizing about making out with him. I wanted to kiss my little brother! I stayed hard all day, but had worn a thick jockstrap to keep my cock pulled into place so no one would notice. Finally, we left the school and headed home. On the way, Marie and I idly chatted. She told me her mother needed to be moved from her home to a retirement community and she needed to go out of town to make sure everything went well. She asked if I would watch my brother for a few days and that it would be just us when dad was at work. I instantly said yes. My heart began beating frantically. After I got home, there was a note from Luis saying he'd gone to the movies and would be home by dinnertime. I would have to act that night. Being macho, I didn't want to make it look like I made a move on Luis, but wanted him to act first. My mind reeled as I thought of a scenario. Tonight my brother and I would become much closer. I couldn't wait until late tonight when my dad went to bed. I thought about it forever and came up with a scenario. After I heated some leftovers for us in the evening, I sat chatting on the phone with Laura. She and I had just hung up when Luis came in from cleaning up the kitchen. I pretended to talk on the phone, still. I pretended to tell her that my body was still all achy and I wished she were here to make it feel better. I pretended also to tell her that I must have hurt my neck and shoulders in my fall, too. I hung up the phone and before picking up my crutches, rubbed my neck. "Still hurting, huh?" He asked. I nodded yes and went on to my room. Shortly after, Dad came home exhausted. He ate the food we left out and headed for a shower. After that we didn't hear another word. I heard Luis open his door to leave his room. I went into action and slid off my shorts and shirt. I was sitting there in just a jockstrap and a thin sheet. I heard a tapping at my door. I told him to come in. "You still feel achy?" he asked. I told him I was achy all over. Without any formalities he came over to rub both of my feet. As I stretched out for him to access my feet and legs, I let the sheet fall off. He had a startled look as he saw me in just my jock. He didn't miss a beat, though. He went back to concentrating on the foot rub. After several blissful minutes, I rolled over and told him to do my back. Upon rolling over, I kicked the sheet completely away. There I was lying on my stomach in just a jock strap in front of my little brother. He now had a full view of my bare ass. I felt very relaxed feeling the cool sheets on my naked body. Luis acted very shy now. I told him to go ahead. I told him to use the lotion on the dresser for my back. He got up and got the lotion. He sat next to me and began to rub the cool lotion on my back. I told him to move over me and he'd be more comfortable. He stood on the bed and awkwardly stepped around until he was standing over me just above my ass. He slowly eased down and tried to stand on his knees without touching me. I said, "Just sit down man." He obliged. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I could feel his small but strong bare legs next to my waist. His shorts-covered butt was sitting on my butt. The weight of his body was nice. He gently began to knead my back and shoulders. When he got to my lower back, he hesitated for a minute. Then in line with my secret wishes, he pulled my jock elastic down and began to knead my ass cheeks. I began to moan for him and squirm. I never had anyone massage my ass cheeks before and it was incredibly hot. I turned over and let him see my huge hard on sticking out over the elastic. I just smiled as I lovingly looked into his eyes. He grabbed my jockstrap and pulled it away to let my boner spring free—it slapped against my bush and belly. I just put my hands behind my head giving him the signal to do whatever he wanted. He smiled back. He rubbed his hands all over my chest and upper arms with wonder in his eyes. He felt up my biceps which were bulging. Slowly his hands slid back down my pecs and abs. Then he nervously moved his hands to my dick. He used the hand that had lotion on it and started to rub the head of my cock. I moaned for him. He grinned from ear to ear. He started to pump it slowly up and down. He'd obviously imagined how he would do this if he ever got the chance—he had an intense look of concentration on his face. Before I knew it, I was squirting come on both of us. It got on his face and arms. I pulled him to me. "Kiss me like a girl" I said. "I don't know how," he said. "Then I'll give you lessons right now," He blushed. I pushed him down onto the bed and forced my tongue into his mouth. I felt my cum on his face as our cheeks touched. After a few minutes, he got the hang of it and we were making out like lovers. That was the beginning of a very long, passionate night. To be continued. . . (P.S. I wrote this back in college and have revised this in case you read it before. I hope I fixed all the mistakes!)