Date: Tue, 28 Dec 2004 18:15:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Steve Storyman <stevestoryman@yahoo.com>
Subject: I Wanted my Big Brother, Chapter 1

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I Wanted my Big Brother - Chapter 1
by Steve Storyman
stevestoryman@yahoo.com
Copyright 2004 Steve Storyman
December 28, 2004

DISCLAIMER:  This story is for adults only.  If it is not legal
for you to read erotic stories, or you are not of legal age
either where you reside or are accessing this page, or are
offended by male-to-male gay sex, then don't read this story.
Other standard disclaimers apply.  This is a work of fiction.
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Adam Jeremy Kemmur, 17
Chad Michael Kemmur, 15


I wanted my brother, Adam.  He drove me nuts.  It's not that I
didn't have my own friends to hang with or jack off about--and I
was very good at jacking off all different ways I'd made up.  But
ever since my dick started to grow and I discovered how good I
could make it feel, the sight of Adam made me horny.

One time, I tried out for the football team and failed.  My back
was incredibly sore from a tackle during the tryout.  I could
hardly move.

"Your back is always sore," Adam said, half smiling but
complaining.  "I'm getting' calluses on my hands from rubbing
your back every day."

"Come on, Adam--it's not every day!  I swear, this kid tackled me
and I heard something click."

"Shit.  I told you not to try out for the team."

I waited for him to say, 'You're too little.'  And waited.  But
wow, he didn't say it.

"So, you'll rub it?" I said, in my most pleading voice.

"Yeah, yeah, okay.  Get your shirt off, Chad."

I loved it.  He called me by my name.  Not runt, not squirt, but
Chad.  I guess I had to admit I could always count on Adam to be
a real big brother to me, even though he tried to sound annoyed.

"With the lotion?"

"OKAY, with the lotion.  Just shut up."

I grinned from ear to ear.  I liked when my cute, 17-year-old
brother told me to shut up--it meant I was getting to him.  I
loved making him react to me.

"AH!" I gasped when he squirted cold lotion on my back.  But
Adam's warm hand took care of that quick.

"You better not have anything broken, squirt," he said as his
hand pressed down and slid up my spine.

"Ah!  OW!  That's where it hurts."

"No pain, no gain, blondie boy.  I gotta rub out the pain."

"OW, okay, AH!"

I loved when he called me blondie boy.  I was glad I was lying
face down on my bed, so he couldn't see my dick bounce when he
called me that.

Adam was big--5 foot 11, 175 pounds, just like the football
quarterback he was, lean, with no extra pounds on him--just
enough to make my little bone ache, it got so hard.  His soft,
brown eyes, light brown hair, and awesome face made my mind race,
thinking about him.  I was sorta cute, but Adam was beautiful.

We did the normal things, growing up--shot baskets and went
camping together, and other stuff--and Adam was a good big
brother--but when I got to puberty, all of a sudden Adam was
sexy.

Why he did so many things with me, I'll never know--and he had
lots of friends too, a lot of them were guys on his football
team.  I was skinny--he was built, for one thing.  Adam was 17
but looked 18.  I was 15, and looked 12, I thought.  But he took
me places and did things with me anyway.

My best friend David said I could pass for 14.  'Gee, thanks,' I
told him.  At least I was thin and had blond hair and blue eyes,
and I thought that was supposed to be sexy--even if I WAS short.
But me being sexy wouldn't mean anything to big, straight Adam.
Not that I thought I was.

We were on a camping trip when I had an embarrassing moment.

"What are you doin,' Chad?" my brother said, waking me.  We were
together in the same sleeping bag.  He sounded annoyed, but not
totally.  He never lost that certain sound in his voice that said
he was looking out for me--I loved him for that.

In a flash, I knew what the problem was.  I was sleeping close to
him, and my little dick poked into him.  I could feel it.  I
tried to wake up fast.

"Huh?" I said--eyes half closed.  I was so scared.  The last
thing I wanted Adam to see was me with a boner under these
conditions.  And the VERY last thing I wanted him to feel was me
boned up because of HIM.  'Please, God--don't let him hit me,' I
thought.  He never had.

"You were asleep?"

"Um, yeah," I said.

"Okay," Adam said, sounding like he was sorry he woke me up.

I was so nervous  I couldn't move.  Had I just poked into him?
Or was I rubbing my bone on him, like I hump the bed sometimes?
That made me more scared, thinking maybe I'd hear about this in
the morning--but Adam went back to sleep.

How could my body do this to me and not only make me NOT hide it,
but let my brother feel it?  My face was so hot.  I was glad the
tent was dark.

I turned over so my butt instead of my bone was against Adam.
But it wasn't as good as turned the other way--with my legs
against his strong ones, and my chest to his big back.  This was
like sleeping alone, and nowhere near as warm.

Of course, now, any dreams I had of touching him there when he
was asleep were out the window.  Geez!  When I slept over
Jeremy's house he never complained of a harmless, friendly little
poke in the back.  With Jeremy, I did it on purpose, but he's as
dense as a brick wall.

There was a lake on the campgrounds, so that was fun for us.  We
loved to swim and goof around in the water.  I liked when Adam
went underwater, grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs out from
under me.  I tried doing that to him and never got anywhere.  We
did this all the time when we were at a lake or pool.

We'd been in the water a long time, and I couldn't wait to get to
the locker room and showers, where I could watch him undress, and
see him naked.  The shower was the one place I boned up in front
of him without fear.  I guess he was so used to that, he didn't
care.

I never thought much about underwear until recently.  We both
wore white briefs, and I loved to see my big brother in his.
Actually, I wore them because HE wore them--I thought boxers were
better--but this way, I got to wear Adam's hand-me-downs.  And I
slipped his briefs on when I did the laundry--thrilled that his
cock and balls were recently in them, and the same cloth was
against my little stuff.  I was always hard then.

Soon, we were undressing in the locker room at the lake, and Adam
got down to his underwear.  Just in his briefs, he turned to me.

"Hey, squirt, you're getting strong, you know?" Adam said,
rubbing his hands on the sides of his briefs.

"I am?" I said, grinning, watching his hands rub the tight
fabric.  This made me start to get excited down below.

"Yeah.  You almost knocked me off balance the last time you
grabbed my ankles."  His smile made my little cock jump.

I was an expert at leaning forward to hide my bone.  Sitting on
the narrow bench, it was natural for me to lean that way, with my
elbows on my knees.

I turned my head to watch Adam take his briefs off.  The sight of
his long, big cock sent my dick straight up, which it couldn't do
very well with me bending, and it hurt.

"Ow," I said, as quietly as I could.

Adam was naked, and went to a mirror.  He was a pretty shy person
when it came to a lot of stuff, but for some reason he likes to
be naked in locker rooms.  He had a great complexion, but he
would stand a long time at the mirror--not admiring himself--
scanning his face with his fingers, looking for pimples, I guess.

I don't think he ever had one.  It was kind of funny--a full
length mirror, and all he bothered with was his face.  But with
Adam's eyes glued to his face in the mirror, I was in the perfect
spot to see his nice cock from the side, and little to the front.
I knew his scanning process would take a while, so I was safe to
stare.

I looked my big brother over, always like I was seeing him for
the first time.  His tight muscular ass, light brown bush, long
thick penis, and heavy-looking balls--had me in a trance.

I was glad no one else but us was in the locker room.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"  My brother's voice sounded
harsh, with none of its usual, 'my kid brother is ok' sound.

I had to think fast.  Very fast.  My heart pounded.

"At you," I said, gulping, but proud of myself that I'd figured
out how to start with the truth.  "Mine's so small and yours is
huge."

"Yeah.  I knew you were looking at it, squirt.  No sweat, I
guess," he said with a smile.

"Thanks," I said, totally relieved.

"How small could yours be?  You're not a runt anymore," he said,
walking toward me.

Oh, God!  That was music to my ears--and coming from my big
brother, no less.

"Um, pretty small."

"Stand up," he said, standing about a foot away from me.

"No, really, Adam--that's okay."

"Afraid I'll see your bone?  I see your tents all the time, and
your bone in the shower, so stand up."

"Okay."  I stood, staring at his eyes like I was hypnotized.  I
looked at him a long time, watching his eyes, and watching for
anything that might look like he was getting mad--just in case.

"Well?"

"Well what?" I said, flustered and red-faced.

"Take 'em off, squirt.  I wanna see it.  Can't be that small.
You're what--sixteen, now?"

"Fifteen," I mumbled softly.

"What?"

"I'm fifteen," this was so embarrassing.

"Off!"

"Okay," I said, pulling down my briefs, and almost tripping
getting my feet out of them.  I put them on the bench, but I was
still bent over.

Adam grabbed under my arms and made me stand straight.  His cock
brushed against my naked dick and I thought I'd die from it
throbbing.  I could hear my heartbeat.

I stepped back.  Adam had a full view of me naked, including my
boner.

He stared at it, and when I saw him smile, I wanted to be
anywhere but here.  I waited for the teasing to start.

"Shit, that's not small.  That's pretty big for fifteen.  Not
that much smaller than me.  What are you complaining about?"

"Mine looks small to me," I said, shaking now.

"What are you scared about?" Adam said, taking me over to the
mirror.  "You're looking straight down at your cock--it always
looks small that way.  Look in the mirror."

As I looked, my brother stood right next to me.  Our naked bodies
were touching, side by side.  I couldn't believe it.  He was
right.  I blushed when I--not thinking--touched myself and gave
my dick a stroke.

Adam chuckled.  "There.  See?"

"Holy shit.  It does look bigger this way."

"Let's hit the shower."

We started washing.  I kept staring at Adam's cock.  It looked
like maybe he wasn't all the way soft.

This made my bone throb, and when I had to wash it, I moaned, it
felt so good.

"Uhhh."

"Makes you horny knowing you got a nice one, doesn't it," Adam
said, half laughing.

"Yeah," I said, nervous out of my mind with all the attention on
my dick, which--good size or not--was desperate for some right-
handed action.

"He he.  Horndog!" he said, rinsing his back now.

I could tell my brother was in his joking mood.  That could be
dangerous, and I was glad I was nearly done with my shower.

"I'm not a horndog!"

"Yeah, right.  Go ahead, jack it off.  I know you want to."

"Oh, God," I said, so embarrassed my face hurt, and I went to the
locker room, leaving big brother behind, laughing in the shower.

The mirror was in a good spot--I could watch Adam finish up his
shower.  When he stroked his cock a few times, I swallowed hard
and thought I would die.  I watched it grow, and it got almost
hard.  He was so sexy.  To make things worse, he got out of the
shower with his dick still that way.  I was lost in Adam's raw
masculinity, staring at my brother's pole.  Of course, he
noticed--and laughed.

"Hey, don't worry, Chad--yours'll get this big someday."

Whew.  Maybe he was feeling good that I was complimenting him by
admiring its size.  Anyway, I was grateful to see him smiling and
not mad at me.

I was still embarrassed about him saying he thought I wanted to
jack off.  That bothered me.

"How do you know I jack off?" I said, trying to sound annoyed
like he does.  "Maybe I don't."

"Shit.  All guys jack off.  I do it, you do it--maybe even dad
does it, who knows."

I frowned.

"And don't give me that look, squirt.  I hear you in the bathroom
all the time."

"You HEAR me?"  Now my face was burning with shame.

"Shit yeah.  Don't you ever hear me?"

"Um, well--not really."

I lied.  Adam and I shared a room, and I would lie awake, way
late at night, waiting for him to jack off so I could hear him.
He always uses lotion, and I loved that squishy sound.  The best
was his moans when he came.

I'd have to jack off so bad then.  I didn't get to have the
lotion because HE had it, so I was in the habit of jacking dry.
Took me a while to get used to that, because before I discovered
I could stay up and hear big bro jack off, I used lotion all the
time.  Now he took to hiding the lotion.

"Shit.  You feel better about your dick, now, blondie boy?" Adam
said with a wide grin.

"Um, yeah," I said.  It amazed me how much bigger my cock looked
in the mirror.

"Cool."

"Thanks," I said, finally remembering that was the polite thing
to say.  Maybe I wasn't supposed to say that, but I did.

Driving home, with just me and Adam in the car, we had our first
conversation about sex.  I guess that was natural after what
happened in the locker room, but it still felt weird.  It helped
that I could look at him while he drove.

"Will I get as big as you?"

"Your dick?  Yeah, I guess," Adam said, grinning.

"My balls are so small.  Yours look way big."

"Don't worry, Chad--mine were small like that, too.  Then one
day, I was about 16, and they were big all of a sudden.  Yours'll
grow."

"Wow, thanks.  I mean--I can't wait."

"Shit--you might end up with a bigger cock than me.  You never
know."

"Oh, God."  I didn't think that was possible, but my brother was
making my ego grow like my dick had.  I was so hard.

Adam glanced over and saw I was boned.  "I thought so," he said,
like he'd caught me at the cookie jar.

"Adam, don't tease, don't tease!"  I was enjoying our talk so
much, I didn't want anything to spoil it.

"Chill, blondie boy.  I was just gonna tell ya--you get boned a
lot--"

"I know, I know!"  If my face got any redder, I thought it would
fall off.

Adam looked over and laughed.  "It's normal at your age to bone
up like fifty times a day."

"How come you don't bone up a lot?"

He shrugged his shoulders.  "When you get older, little things
don't make you real horny, I guess."

I was thrilled that my big brother blushed.  This was fun, making
him talk and blush.  I was getting him to react to me, more and
more.

"Yeah," I said.  I was blushing, myself.

"Have you had any sex?"  Adam looked at me when he said that.

"Sex?"

"Come on, Chad, you know what sex is."

"Yeah, I know."

"So?"

"No.  I just j--no.  No sex."

"That's cool.  No rush, bro," Adam said, giving my cock a thrill
with his warm, big-brother smile--the one I love.

"What about you," I said, making him blush again.

"No.  Why'd you ask?"

"I don't know.  I s'pose . . . that's one way we're the same."

"Yeah," he said, laughing, "I guess you could say that."

By that time, we were home.  Dad was away for the weekend, and
mom was out shopping.  She'd left a note.  I was glad I could be
alone with Adam, and we could keep talking.

"Whatever happened to Sarah?" I asked, gulping and knowing I was
asking Adam more personal stuff in one day than I had in my whole
life.

"Oh, ha-ha.  That cooled down."

"Did you do anything with her?"

"You sure are nosy, squirt.  Not really."

"But you guys did SOMETHING, right?"

"Okay, yes!  We did."

I had to watch out, now.  When Adam said 'Yes,' instead of
'Yeah,' that usually meant he was getting pissed.

"Don't get mad at me, Addy," my baby name for him, "Please,
please don't stop talking to me."  I could see that got to him
right away.

Adam's chest sank a little, and he got this soft look on his
face.

"Okay, little bro, don't get nervous.  I'm not sure you're ready
for X-rated stories--especially from your big brother."

"Yeah, right!" I said.  Then I saw Adam's crooked smile.

If he only knew the stories I was reading off the net--from a
site called, Nifty.  Reading those stories, I mentally learned
how to do lots of things with a guy.  I even knew what a prostate
was.  Or was it prostrate?  I got those two mixed up all the
time.  I was glad he DIDN'T know what I was reading.

"So what did you do with Sarah?" I asked, referring to this girl
he dated last year.

"I don't think she knew it, but she was a cock tease," Adam said,
blushing again.

My little dick was so hard, I swore it was going to break off.
Making Adam react was having this powerful effect on me.  I loved
it.

"What's that?"  'Cock tease' was one I didn't know.

"She would rub my dick through my pants while we kissed.  For
hours, sometimes.  Then it was time to go home all of a sudden.
And all I had was a wet spot in my pants.  No blow job, no--
oops!"

"Hey, I know all those words, Adam!"

"I don't miss all her stupid two-hour phone calls, either.  My
grades are better now."

"Oh."  I was taken back with this.  My big brother was spilling
his guts to me.  ME!  His dumb little brother.  Well, I didn't
think I was dumb.

"How often you jack off, Chad?"

"Me?"

"Yeah--who else?!"

"Um," I said.  It was my turn to blush.  "Couple of times a day,
maybe."

"Uh huh.  Maybe three or four?"

"Yeah, I guess--well, yeah, sometimes."

"Cool," he said with a funny grin, "I used to do that, too."

"What about now?"

"Twice a day.  Once if I'm real tired at night."

By this time, we were in our room--me, half slouching on the bed,
Adam sitting in his favorite chair, facing me.

"Tired at night?  You go to bed horny sometimes?"

My big brother paused.  "Yeah, I guess you could say that."

"I could never do that," I said without thinking.

"I know."

"You KNOW?"  This time, I didn't blush, I think my body exploded
with embarrassment.

"Yeah.  I was fifteen two years ago, remember?"

"Oh."

"You sound weird, little bro."

"So, it's easy--you just go to bed with a boner?" I said,
ignoring his comment, hoping it would go away.

"It's not easy--but, yeah, I do.  If I'm tired enough," he said,
more relaxed now.  No blush.  I guess he was getting used to
talking about this stuff now.

"Wow."

"Don't worry--you'll be doing the same someday."

"Yeah."  No way could I imagine myself doing that, ever.

"Hey, squirt--be honest now.  You've heard me jack off before,
right?"

"Yeah."  Now he was making me blush too much.  "How do you do
it?"

"As if you don't know.  With lotion.  I just squirt some on, and
go for it."

Never in my life did I expect my big brother Adam to answer that
question.  It wasn't my turn to blush, but I blushed FOR him.

"Oh."

"Your turn, Chad.  How do YOU do it?  Lotion, same as me, right?"

"No.  Ever since you started hiding he lotion, I just rub it."

"You jack off dry?" Adam said, looking panicked.

"Yeah.  It hurt at first, but now it's okay."

"No, no.  That's not good for your dick, little bro."

"It isn't?" I said, feeling queasy thinking I'd damaged myself.

"Show me," he said, in his most bossy tone.

"Show you what?"  My face was hot as hell.

"Geez, kid!  You showed it to me in the locker, room--so what's
the big deal?  You can hurt yourself jacking off without lotion.
Just show it to me."

"Now?"  The big deal was that I had the hardest boner of my life,
with pre cum to match.

"No, next month," he said with his good-natured grin.

"Okay, okay, but--I'm still boned."

"Yeah, and you're embarrassed, too, Chad--your face is red as
hell."

I just stared at him.  I felt he was condemning me.  Shoot me and
get it over with, I thought.

Then Adam leaned over and wrapped his hand around my wrist.  He
looked so warm and understanding.  "Look, Chad--never, NEVER feel
embarrassed around me.  We broke all the ice today.  You can tell
me, ask me, or show me anything.  I'll do the same for you,
okay?"

"Sure!" I said, still nervous, but standing and slipping my
shorts down.

Then, there was this long moment of silence.  I froze in place.
I stared at my cock.  You could see it throbbing if you looked
close.  I looked up to see Adam staring at it, too.

"Come closer," he said, "I'm gonna touch it, so don't freak."

I could not talk--I had this huge lump in my throat.

"Ah," I said coarsely as his hand touched my cock.  He pulled my
boner down a little, and looked at the head.

"Shit, little bro," he said in a soft voice, "you got a callous
there."

"Where?" I sad in a panic.

"Here," he said, rubbing the spot lightly with his thumb--on the
top of the flared part of the head.  But his other fingers grazed
that sensitive nerve underneath the head.

"Ah!"  The feeling was too much.

"Sorry, Chad," he said, taking his hand off.

"No, it's ok.  It just--it's real sensitive there."

This made Adam laugh real hard.

"Don't laugh at me!"

"No, no, Chad--I'm not laughing at you.  Listen to yourself--ALL
guys are 'real sensitive' there.

"Oh--yeah."

"Yeah!  It's ok, and it's meant to be sensitive there.  With that
callous--and it'll get bigger if you keep it up--you won't feel
anything after a while.  So NO more dry jacking.  Got it?"

"Got it."  Oh my God!  I was going to lose the feeling in my
dick?  My heart sank and my face fell.

"Hey, wait, don't panic, bro," Adam said, leaning in and giving
me a hug.

I don't know about anyone else, but I never imagined hugging my
brother with my naked hardon squeezed to his chest.

"I'm scared about it now."

"Dang, that thing's hot," he said, backing away from my bone, and
smiling.  That made me feel a little better.

"Sorry," I said, laughing and grinning back.

"Don't be sorry.  Come on, let's pick up some food and I'll buy
you your very own bottle of lotion, okay?"

"Do I hafta be in public?"

"Ha ha!  Afraid to stand up with that thing?  I gotcha.  No, you
can stay in the car."

"Really?"

"Hey, little bro, I may be older, but I still get boned when I
don't want it to happen, too."

Adam drove right to the pharmacy--with me in the passenger seat,
a sweater over my lap, and a slight blush on my face.  He gave me
the lotion he bought, and we picked up a few burgers.

"Wow!  This is so cool--you bought that for me!"

"It's the least I could do," he said.

I wondered what he meant, but I was scared to ask.

I was so horny, I could not think of eating, but when we got
home, I forced myself.  I was lost in my brother's face.  My big,
athletic brother had touched my cock, gotten worried about me,
given me advice, and bought me lotion for my dick.  And he'd
ASKED to see it!

I'm not a boy who comes in his pants, but it's a wonder I didn't.
I knew right then I would never look at that bottle of lotion
without getting boned up thinking about my big brother and this
day.

I was never so surprised in my life as when I saw Adam with a
huge bone-tent, slouching in his chair after we ate.

"Can I see it?"

"What?"

I thought for sure he'd know what I was talking about.  I didn't
want to have to explain what I meant.  But I bit the bullet and
got bold.  After all, he'd opened up to me so much, he'd given me
more control over him, more than he knew, maybe.  I felt I could
do no wrong now.

"Your dick--can I see it?"

"Shit.  You see it all the time."  He tried to sound casual, but
his blush told me different.

"Yeah but I mean now."

"Come on, Chad--don't do this."

'Don't do this?'  Did I hear right?  I tried to hide my shock.
My big brother acting this way?!  It was like he couldn't say no
to me.  I changed my ways, feeling bolder by the minute.  Then I
remembered, he'd said we would show each other anything.

"I know you'll show me.  I really wanna see it."

"Why, 'cause I'm boned?" he said, acknowledging his hardon, and
unzipping his shorts.

"Yeah," I said, not expecting that response, either, "that and
. . . I just like seeing it."

By that time, his hand had wrapped around his cock, and he was
pulling it out.  I felt weak when I saw pre cum at the tip of my
brother's dick.  I never saw such a big dick, and hard no less.

Why didn't he tell me to just fuck off, when I said I liked
seeing it?  Was my dick-admiration of my big brother feeding his
ego that much?  Not that he was egotistical.

"Okay," he said, turning in the chair to give me a good look at
it.

There was Adam, my sexy big brother, slouching in the chair, with
his dick hard and wet, showing it to his little bro.  I wondered
if he had a clue how horny he made me.

"It's beautiful," I said, the words having a hard time coming out
because this is the last thing I ever thought I'd get to say to
Adam--about his dick, at least.

"He's my little buddy.  We get along fine," he said, looking at
his bone.

"Not little," I said, with a lump in my throat, my voice
squeaking.  That made Adam look up at me.

"My cock makes you nervous, bro?"

"No, no.  I love it," I said with way too much enthusiasm.

"That makes two of us, I guess," he said, grinning, but looking a
little far away.  Then it hit me all at once.  Adam was horny.

"Did *I* make you horny?" I said, more brazen than ever.

This made Adam's face get all serious looking.  He stared at me.
He smiled for just a sec, then got serious again.  "Maybe."

TBC?
--Steve
stevestoryman@yahoo.com

OTHER STORIES BY ME:
hot-little-brother  (Nifty incest / athletics)
boys-joys-and-sorrows-at-sex-ed-school  (Nifty adult-youth)

COMING SOON:
hot-teen-brian-and-his-boys
(Nifty --I think adult-youth.  It hasn't appeared on their site
yet.)

--Steve, December 28, 2004
stevestoryman@yahoo.com