Date: Mon, 27 Jun 2011 13:18:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Matt Smith Subject: Coming Out to My Brother Author's note: This story is true, and it contains depictions of sexual acts between adults and minors. If easily offended or if it is illegal to read such material where you live, please refrain from continuing or do so by your own volition. This story is the work of the author and should not be copied or posted elsewhere in any way without the permission of the author. smithma81@yahoo.com Coming Out to My Brother I'm 18 as I write this story, but the story takes place when I (Matt) was 14 years old and my brothers were 23 and 20 My 23 year old brother, Paul, was a lineman on his high school football team, and was always very athletic. He's about 5' 9", light brown close cropped hair, tan skin, lightly fuzzy chest, large mesmerizing nipples, and beautiful grayish, blue eyes. I don't know how much he weighs, but he's muscular with just enough extra padding to keep him from having a six pack or "vascular" arms, if you know what I mean. And he always seemed to have a little stubble on his face. All around, he was a real man's man. My 20 year old brother, Jason, was leaner than Paul but still toned with muscle. He was a swimmer and had that swimmer's build (and a decent six-pack). He's about 6', dark brown hair which is hair was a little longer than Paul's but still pretty high and tight, average skin coloring, hairless (since he was a swimmer), and the same grayish, blue eyes as Paul. Many of you have read my stories about my first circle jerk and first time sucking with my brothers. You've learned that my brothers had apparently helped each other out when they were horny and were finally starting to include me in this. Both Paul and Jason claimed to be straight, and there were times they would have girls over to the house. But this wasn't too often and normally, after I'd meet a girl once, I'd never see her again. Meanwhile, on the odd occasions, my brothers and I would get together. As time went on, I began to notice more and more that girls weren't doing anything for me. Guys on the other hand, especially those that were of similar build to my brothers could get my blood pumping in heartbeat. I was always nervous of getting caught staring, so I learned fairly early on how to bounce my eyes around when cute guys would come by. The hardest part was starting high school and having to change clothes in the lockerroom with other guys without getting the piss beat out of me. But with the right eye-bouncing skills, I never got caught. I did notice, though, that all the guys in the locker room only ever talked about girls and pussy. I was the only one that didn't seem interested. I'd play along sometimes, but honestly I didn't care. I was too busy soaking in the sights of these guys in their various states of undress and wondering what their cocks tasted like compared to Paul's and Jason's. This was when I really started wondering if I was gay, but I wasn't sure. After all, Paul and Jason played with each other, but they did have girls too. I had to talk to someone about it. Paul was the more mature one, so I thought I'd go to him. But, I think that's what also turned me on about him more than Jason. I got home from school one day when my parents were on another one of their trips and decided to talk to Paul about my feelings. I was nervous as hell. (Looking back on it, I'm not sure why I was, but I was.) When I walked in the door, I went to my room and dropped my book bag, and then went to find Paul. He wasn't hard to find as he was in the kitchen pouring himself something to drink. It stopped me in my tracks, though, to notice that he didn't have on a shirt. I'd seen him like this many times before, but the guy I'm about to spill my guts too is standing in front of me with his muscled back to me in a pair of jeans with boxerbrief (which he didn't often wear) waist band sticking up above about 1/2 an inch. Did I mention his jeans fit his ass PERFECTLY? My mouth went dry and I almost couldn't speak. For whatever reason, he was really turning me on more than usual, but I had to push that aside for the moment. Before I could get anything out, he turned around with his cup in his hand. "Hey, buddy. What's up?" he asked. I just stared for a moment. After a second, he looked down at his chest and then back at me with a questioning look. "Something wrong? Do I have something on my?" he asked. "No," is all I could eek out. He chuckled. "Then what's up?" I gathered myself. "Ummm, could I talk to you about something personal?" I asked. His face got the cutest look of genuine concern for me on his face. I wanted to melt. "Sure, man. Anything. You know that. Where do you want to sit, living room, your room, where?" "Ummm, my room?" I asked. He chuckled. "Sure." We walked back to my room and I sat down on my bed and he grabbed my desk chair, moved it to comfortable position in front of me, and plopped down. "So what's up?" "Paul," I started, "I've overheard some of the guys at school talking, and...I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything - " I hestitated. "Go on, " he said. I let out a sigh and then just said it, "What the difference between what you, Jason, and me do, and being gay?" I asked. Paul looked a little stunned. He licked his lips in thought. "Well," he started, "I, um, I guess it's that the three of us are just doing what brothers do, help each other out in a tough spot. Jason and I are a little busy to date much, but at our age you get horny at times, so instead of pretending like it doesn't happen, or trying to hide when we jerk off, we help each other out. Sometimes we watch porn together, but it's the always the chicks that turn us on. As for you, Jason and I talked it over and figured you were getting to that age, so instead of letting you get caught and it get awkward, we'd just go ahead and include ya'." He then got a slightly worried look on his face. "That isn't anything we tell people about, though. You don't go around talking about jacking off. I thought you knew that." "Oh, no. I didn't say anything to anyone about us," I quickly reassured. "Alright." "So, you aren't attracted to guys at all?" I asked him. "Not so much, no. I still like to look at tits and pussy. Why? Did you think I was gay?" He asked. "No." "Did you think Jase was?" "Not really." "So what's this about?" Paul asked. I hesitated. "This is about you," he said in a somewhat calming voice. "When we watch porn together, you don't look at the girls do you?" While his voice was calm, I was still getting more and more nervous. The way he refuted being gay made me think he might freak out if I said I was. A lump formed in my throat as I tried to stay calm. I could tell my eyes were red. After a second I realized all I could do was shake my head. "You watch the guys?" he asked. A tear started to form in my eye. I nodded. I couldn't shake the idea that he would freak that he and Jason have been spending all this time with someone who wasn't just in it to ease horniness but who was actually completely into it. Worse than that, I was head over heels in love Paul and head over heels in lust with Jason. Paul stood up and moved to sit down next to me on the bed. In a calm, understanding tone, he said, "Look at me. Do you think you're gay?" I slowly looked up and into his beautiful blue eyes. I nodded yes. He grinned. "So why do you look like you're fighting tears?" he asked. I managed to eek out, "Because I thought you'd freak out." "What? Why would you think that? We're buddies...and brothers." I sniffed back a couple of tears. "I thought you'd freak out because, I thought you'd figure out I liked you." Paul seemed a little surprised. "You mean, you're attracted to me? Sexually?" I nodded. He blinked a couple extra times as he thought about it. "Wow! I guess I should be flattered then," he said. "That doesn't bother you?" I asked. He smiled the hottest smile ever. "No. Not at all. In fact, knowing you're attracted me, and realizing that the fact that I'm not wearing a shirt is probably turning you on is surprisingly a little exciting to me. I guess it's like taking off my shirt in front of a girl I know is attracted to me." He chuckled to himself, "It's nice being found attractive. I chuckled for a second. "In that case, I don't just find you attractive. I think you are HOT. And you are totally turning me on sitting here talking to me without your shirt on and your underwear sticking up." He looked down as if just realizing I was right. "Oh," is all he said, and sort of chuckled. Then he did something I really didn't expect. He put his arm around me and pulled me in for a hug. "No, man, it doesn't bother me. You're my brother. I'll love you no matter what." Both his huge arms were around me in a full, real hug. He'd never hugged me like that before. I wrapped my arms around him and just held him for a second, enjoying having my hands on his muscular back. "Thank you," I said. After a moment, he released me. I looked at him, "Is it going to change anything between us as far as...you know." "Helping each other out? No! I don't get laid often enough. And I'm honored you enjoy helping me out." I smiled. "I don't just enjoy it. I love it." I blushed a little. "I wish we did it more often." Paul smiled. "Then take your shirt off, bro." he said. TO BE CONTINUED... If you liked my story, give me a heads up at sithma81@yahoo.com