From: D One Subject: Carlo Date: 27 Feb 1998 00:00:00 GMT I used to sleep with Carlo since I was a little kid. He was a kid, just not as little as me. While I read, did homework, pretended to be Ed Sullivan in pretend tv shows in our basement, he'd look at muscle magazines, and make objects into barbells so he could lift them. I even helped him....making two tin cans filled with rocks hanging from a broom handle...he never thought of that. I also turned smaller versions into two dumbells...we won't go into that name for Carlo. He wasn't bright..but he was my step brother and I liked him. I liked him because he liked me. His job was to look after me..and he didn't complain a bit. He even participated in some of my make believe. I remember him putting on Mom's animal skin looking dress so it was kind of an apeman thing..and posing as the strongman in my pretend circus. Another time he had on a pair of leotards as a wrestler..I was the ring announcer of course..and unfortunatley his opponent. I got a broken nose that time. Mom thought Carlo had beat me up..but I said I fell....which wasn't the truth. Carlo said he owed me a big favor for that..something he never forgot. In truth he was shocked that he had hurt me. - Years went by, Carlo's pretend body building became real and before I knew it he was this hulking arms bulging, tree trunk thigh, huge chest man sleeping next to me. I remained "normal" looking despite Carlo getting me to lift weights now and then. - But what did happen to me was I got horny. And Carlo let me massage him..knowing I wanted to feel him head to toe. His as the first body I ever explored, the first erection I ever touched, the first pair of balls I ever held, and the first man I ever slept with. After a night full of adolescent dreams of naked kids in the locker room, I'd wake up with my head on his massive chest and his arms around me. - Carlo wasn't that dumb I realized. And we played and masturbated like any two experimenting brothers do. I remember the first time our handjob fun expanded so we were jacking each other. Afterwards he said "I guess I owed you that from a long time ago". We both laughed, knowing he was remembering my broken nose.... - As years passed, I learned to lick and suck....trying out things I had heard about or saw in stolen porn magazines. Once, Carlo told me he wanted to fuck me and without really knowing anything about that, I let him..and loved it. He wanted me to do him too..but my cock had shot when he screwed me..and many days later I did as he requested. - We never talked about it..it seemed natural..fun and not harmful. I never branded myself or Carlo as queer, gay or homo. We both dated women, had our buddies and if Carlo was like me, screwed around with other guys now and then too. - I remember once, how my hands trembled when he asked me to shave him so he'd look good in the posing strap he had to wear for the body building contests. Once, he got so pissed off at me he pushed me back and tore down my shorts and sucked me off just so I'd calm down and get back to work. That wasn't the first time he has given me a blowjob..but it was one of the best. - By the time I went to college, I knew Carlo and I were more then step brothers. His visits to the campus and my visits to his travelling beef cake shows told both of us that. We never spoke about it. - Years later as I was shaving him (again) I asked him if we shouldn't move in together and he just said "of course". and we did. - I still feel like the little kid looking at Carlo next to me in bed. Like then, he wears very little..sometimes a pair of small jockeys...other times nothing. But most of all I enjoy waking up wiht my head on his massive chest and feelign his huge arms around me holding me tight.