Date: Tue, 01 Sep 2020 17:19:36 +0000 From: brolover06902 Subject: Dean & the bunk bed Part 1 This is combination of fantasy and reality. As a horny 13-year-old I was always looking to get off. I loved rubbing my cock against anything. I would hump my bed, hump the bathmat when I was supposed to be taking a shower, but my favorite thing was a pair of my older brother Dean's tighty whiteys. Let me tell you about my brother Dean. At almost 18, Dean was 6'2" and about 200 lbs. He had a really nice build as he had started working out in high school. He was dark complexed, a blend of Irish and American indian, with a sprinkling of chest hair between his pecs and a treasure trail that I would fantasize about daily. He wore a pair of jeans that fit him like a 2nd skin. His t-shirts were always tight, showing off his muscular body. Like I mentioned, I was always horny. During one of my masturbatory fantasies, I found a pair of my brother's briefs in the dirty laundry. Knowing that my brother's big package had been encased in the underwear, I easily blew my load in these briefs dozens of times. If only I could get the real thing. One night I woke up really having to take a piss. I went downstairs to the bathroom, only to find my brother taking a shower. Back then, everyone had those skeleton locks on the doors, the ones that you could peek through and see what someone was doing on the other side. I could see my brother showering, his cock slightly hard, washing that tight body, water running down his hard body. I was hooked. Soon, he turned off the water and wrapped a towel around himself, spoiling the view. I ran outside to take a quick piss and came back a minute or two later. I sneaked over to the door and my mouth went dry. Barely 3 inches from my mouth was my brother's ball sac, just on the other side of the keyhole. I could see his golf ball sized pair and the hair that covered them nicely. Fuck, I got so horny. I would have got myself off right there, but Dean was putting on his underwear, so I high tailed it back to bed. Later that night, maybe an hour later, I heard Dean come to bed. We had a set of bunk beds, I was on the top bunk, and Dean was on the bottom. He slipped off his t-shirt and got into bed only wearing his tight white briefs. As I was falling asleep with some hot images hoping to have a wild erotic dream, I felt the bed move slightly, and then shake a little bit more. Shit, Dean was humping the bed. Soon he was really making the bed move. My cock was rock hard, and I started rubbing my cock against a pillow in time with his rhythm. This continued on for about 10 minutes or so, I was close to coming when I hear, "why don't you come down here and we can take care of this problem we both have together." I instantly stopped humping the bed and pretended to be asleep. Dean repeated himself again, this time saying that if I didn't want to come down there, he would come up to my bunk. I whispered back to him, "are you screwing with me?" and he answered, "come down here and find out" After a minute or two of debating whether to take him up on his offer, I slid down the side of the bunk bed. He turned on his night light and he was laying on his back, completely naked. His cock was huge. I was maybe 6 inches, but he looked about 8 inches and was about 4 inches thick. He lifted himself off the bed and reached for my underwear, sliding them down to my knees. He motioned for me to get into his bed. He whispered, "did you like spying on me while I was taking a shower? "I gasped, not knowing what he was going to do. He smiled and looked at me and said "I liked it when I saw you spying on me, I have been trying to figure out how to get you to see me without being obvious. I found my underwear under your mattress and saw the dried loads in them, and knew I had to do something to catch in the act." He lifted my t-shirt over my head, and soon I was as naked as him. He motioned for me to lay on top of him. His body was so hot, hard, masculine, but I still didn't know what to do. He looked me in the eyes and said, "touch me anywhere you want." I slid to his right on my side and lifted one of his arms above his head and stroked the hair under his armpit. He moaned softly and said, "that's feels really good." I ran my hand over his chest, playing with his nipples and that patch of hair between his pecs. I moved my hand down to the hairy line that started right above his belly button and continued to his thick pubic bush, purposely avoiding his cock, which was slightly to the left side. He moaned again and said, "I think you missed something." He then placed his hand right on his cock. It felt like it was on fire! I wrapped my hand around his shaft and jerked it gently. A generous amount of precum leaked out of his slit. He then rolled on his side so that he could return the favor. I felt his hands on my chest, stroking my nipples and playing with the hair under my armpits. He then slid his hands down my chest, resting just above my cock, teasing me. I slid myself up, feeling his fingers come into contact with his hand. He then wrapped his hand around my cock, and I moaned loudly. Dean asked me what I wanted to do. I said, "I don't know, I don't think I can do too much as I am so close to cumming." He laughed, saying that he was so turned on that maybe we should blow our loads so that round two would be much more fun. With that, he slid down and ran his tongue down my shaft. My cock jumped and I leaked precum like I had never done before. I told him that he better not do that again for a few minutes or I was going to cum. He then swooped in and took my entire cock in my mouth. I couldn't help it; I shot my load like a bullet into his mouth. He slowly slid his lips over my shaft, milking me of everything I had. As I came back to earth, he whispered, "now me" and I looked at his throbbing shaft and put my mouth on it. His orgasm came as quickly as mine. He came in 7 or 8 shots, filling my mouth with his cum. I didn't have any choice, I had to swallow it all. I definitely didn't have the technique that Dean did, but I must have done it well, because was moaning and heaving and gasping. I felt pretty good, knowing that the first blow job I had ever given had affected my brother so intensely. After a few minutes as our breathing got back to normal, he wrapped me tightly in his arms. He whispered to me, "I don't want you to feel guilty or ashamed at what we just did. I wanted it as much as you did, and I don't feel anything but happy." It was like he was reading my mind. I asked him why tonight and he said that me spying on him had really turned him on. He didn't realize how turned on he was until he got into bed. I asked him why he didn't just beat off in the shower, and he said that he enjoyed humping much better than jerking off. I agreed with him, there's just something about being able to control the speed and intensity of rubbing your cock against something. I asked him if he had ever done anything like this before, and he was quiet, which made me bolder. I said, "tell me who it was." He said that when he was my age, our next-door neighbors' son Keith had showed him how to masturbate. They would take walks down the railroad tracks by our house and go down to the creek and jerk and suck each other off. I said, "thank you Keith!" Dean rolled onto his side and looked at me. "So how was it?" I smiled and said "that was fucking amazing! I don't have any other words to describe it!" He said let's rest for a few minutes, and he rolled onto his back and I rolled onto into him, resting my head on his chest while he put his arm around me. I ran my hands over his chest and his back, and he turned his head towards me and kissed me softly on the lips. I kissed him back, as he ran his hand over my head, tussling my hair and smiling.