Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2005 21:45:12 +0000
From: James Roberts <morbid62@hotmail.com>
Subject: Inside Big Bro's Boxers part 2

Hi everyone. Thanks for saying what you think about part one and I hope you
all tell me what you think about this one. I welcome suggestions and ideas
for this story and any others you have. Remember mail me at
Morbid62@hotmail.com. I love that name, hot mail, makes me think of sexy
beach boys waiting to serve you anyway they can.

Before we get to start another sexy chapter I have to do my legal bit.

If your to young to read this then don't, I don't want anyone to get in
trouble, namely me. If this is not aloud in your arse why you looking on
this site you should be doing some thing else. Likewise if you don't like
this kind of story or man man sex in any form perhaps you should try it
before you criticise. So remember, if its bad for you to see this, then
don't look at it.

It was about a year or so later when I was fifteen that things changed for
me. Our parents told us that we would be left alone around the house more as
they were expanding their company and going it alone without their business
partners. It meant longer hours but in the end they thought it would pay
off. We were all excited but I was celebrating for a different reason. With
my parents busy and my brother who, by this time, was going to collage in
the day and had a part time job, wouldn't be back until the late afternoon
or early evening. I would be alone more and that meant I could play with my
favourite toy, my cock.

Another thing different was that while I still yanked my growing cock,
instead of just playing with it, I was dreaming of other guys I knew who I
wanted to have touch me. I had a few friends from school who I would think
about while jacking off, fantasising about them stroking my dick or sucking
my cock. I even started to look at gay porn on the net and would get hard
and horny from the pictures of naked studs.

But I mostly thought of my brother naked and playing with his thick hard
dick. I still remembered what I had seen that day last year and whenever I
could, I always tried to see my brother James nude or in his underwear. It
was easy to see him strip as we still shared a room and at night I would
pretended to be asleep when he came in to go to bed, so I could look at his
body again. But as he wore PJs to bed I only got a glimpse of him in his
underwear. He always seemed to go straight to sleep in the night so I never
saw him playing with his cock in bed.
I sometimes woke up earlier than him to see if he was hard in his sleep, but
he always seemed to be on his side facing away from me. And whenever I got a
glimpse of his crotch as he slept it was always flat and nothing showed up.
I only got to see him in the shower again once or twice as he usually
showered in the morning and I was in a rush to get to school, and even then
I could only stay in there a few seconds as I didn't want to be caught
staring. I wondered if I'd ever get to see him hard again.

My parents started their new business deals and soon they were busy all the
time. I knew that I would have a lot of fun by myself and couldn't wait for
it to begin. James was still here with me the first day or two as he had
some time off work so I only managed a quick yank after school before he got
home from collage. But I knew that he was going back to work tomorrow, so
all I had to do was wait until then, when I could come home from school and
play with myself slowly and take my time cumming.
That night up in our room, I was doing some homework on the computer when he
came in.

"Hi bro what you doing"

"Just some school stuff I got to do"

"You know tomorrow you'll be here alone for a while don't you"

"I know, its ok, I'm not scared or anything"

"I never said that, all I'm saying is make the most of it, a guy has to have
time to himself to do his own thing, that's all"

"What do you mean?" I said.

It's not like my big bro to give advice and it wasn't very good advice at
that. So I was confused at what he meant.

"Just remember that you will be alone for a while, you can do things then
that a man needs to do"

I was going to ask again what he meant but he then said

"And don't get caught looking at porn on the web"

Then he scratched his balls and left the room. At least I thought he was
scratching, looked more like he was grabbing his crotch. Was my brother
telling me I should spend my time playing with my cock? I was going to do it
anyway but what should I do now he said its ok.
And what did he mean when he said that about the porn, does he know I look
at gay porn. I thought I always cleared the history, how did he know. I
didn't know what to do. I decided to stick to my plan and jack off when I
was alone, but I kept thinking about what my brother said and did, it's not
like him to scratch himself in front of someone else but it wasn't much of a
scratch, more like he was grabbing his cock. Thinking about it he seemed to
be grabbing his crotch a lot more lately, scratching his balls and moving
his cock in his underwear. And I was shocked at him talking about porn or
sex in anyway. We never talk about it so I didn't know what to make of his
comments.

That first day I was alone I got home from school, striped out of my
uniform, and just stayed naked. I began the afternoon by going to my bedroom
and looking at my nude body in the large mirror we have. I had grown quite a
bit in the last year or so, and I loved my new larger cock. I reached up and
started to squeeze my nipples with my fingers. I'm horny all the time and I
love the feeling of my nipples being played with so I was rock hard in a
second. I pulled and pinched them, moaning as I felt them under my fingers,
feeling them get hard and firm. I let my one hand run down my chest and
moved it down to my stiff dick. My fingers closed around it and I start to
play with my foreskin, rubbing and pulling at the head to make it throb. I
gave out a little groan and started to squeeze my balls in my other hand. I
was hard and throbbing now and I sat on my brother's bed to see myself jack
off in the mirror.

I saw that I was now an attractive young man, who was playing with his nice
thick uncut cock. Seeing this was getting me so hot. I laid down on the bed
and started to run my fingers over my naked body feeling my soft smooth
skin. I tried to see my balls hanging down under my cock in the mirror but I
couldn't keep my head up for long as it started to hurt my neck. I grabbed
my brothers pillows and put them under my head so I could see better.
Looking in the mirror, I could see my heavy balls hanging under my dick so I
took them in my hand and started to roll them around in my fingers.
I flexed my legs and I saw that if I lifted my arse a little I could see my
own arsehole. I had seen pictures on the web of guys being fucked and having
fingers in their butt and I had started to wonder what it would feel like if
I did it. I wanted to see my arse better so I tried to move into a position
where I could see in the mirror.

It wasn't as easy as I thought and I tried a few ways until I almost gave
up. Then I had an idea, I got onto my knees and looked over my shoulder and
tried to see in the mirror. I reached down, pulled my cheeks apart, and saw
my tight virgin hole in the glass. I started to run my fingers over the
opening and felt a shiver run down my spine. When I felt a finger on my
arsehole, my cock went so hard it hurt.

I was dripping so much pre-cum I was making a pool of it on the bed. I
started to rub my hole with my finger and gave out a moan of excitement that
turned to surprise when I pushed too hard and one of my fingers slipped into
my arse. I pulled it out and gasped, I wondered if I should do it again and
found that my hand was already on my arse trying to find my hole.
I felt it clench and had to push harder this time. It slipped in and I
groaned again. It felt so good in there, all warm and soft. I moved it
around and decided to try to add another finger. I didn't think to lube my
fingers so it hurt like hell. I pulled them out and thought about it.

I remembered that we had all sorts of creams and gels in the bathroom. I ran
to the bathroom and opened the door of the cupboard. After some looking, I
pulled out an old bottle of bath oil. I quickly read the label to check if
it was safe to have up my arse and decided it would be ok.
Afterwards I realised I didn't have a clue what was safe to use, I just
guessed and took a chance. There wasn't a bit on the label saying you can
use this to finger your butt with.
I was going to go back to the bedroom but I thought it would get messy with
the oil so I decided to stay in the bathroom. I climbed into the bath and
lay down on the cool surface, I moved my legs up and hung one over the side
and the other was lifted up onto the side of the bath so I could get to my
hole easier. I covered my fingers in oil and the sweet smell of the oil
filled the room. I moved my hand down and found my arsehole with my fingers
again.

This time I slowly pushed my first finger in. it felt so good in there I
decided to try for another, I made sure that enough oil was still on my
fingers and pushed another one in me. It was so tight but that made it feel
fantastic. I started to move my fingers in and out, fucking my arse with my
hand.
I squirted some oil onto my throbbing cock and started to stroke it. I was
so horny from feeling my arse opening up to my touch I knew I wouldn't last
long. I slowed down my stroking and kept fingering my tight hole. It felt so
good, like I was jacking off from the inside. I slowly played with my
foreskin, pulling it back and circling the head with my thumb, feeling the
sensitive skin tingle under my touch. I could feel the smooth oil running
down my shaft and over my full balls. I let go of my cock and rubbed the oil
over my chest. Trying to play with my nipples but the oil made it hard to
grip them. I ran my fingers over my body and felt my young skin tingle with
excitement.

Soon I felt I had to cum or I would go mad, I gripped my cock and let my
oily hand stroke faster and faster. I watched my cock throb in my hand as it
flew over the hard shaft. I was moaning loudly as I felt my cock get full
and I wanked as fast as I could until I felt my balls go tight and then I
felt wave after wave of cum and excitement flow from me. I lay there for a
few minutes panting from one of the best orgasms I had ever had.

I looked at my self when I had calmed down a little and saw I was covered in
sweat, oil and cum. With a laugh, I stood up and turned on the shower to
wash my body. Good job I hadn't done this in the bedroom, how would I have
explained the stains or the smell of the oil. I washed myself clean, taking
time with my arse and found that I could finger my self easier now that I
had a little practice.

I got out the shower and walked naked into the bedroom. Water was dripping
off me but I didn't care. I had just had the best orgasm ever and I wanted
to do it again soon.
But first I needed to check that my arse was ok after my fun with it, so I
once again climbed onto my brother's bed and bent over to see my arsehole in
the mirror.
It looked fine to me and I started to feel for any damage. But seeing and
feeling myself fingering my hole only got me excited again, so I decided to
have a little more fun.
I was going to sit and watch myself wank off in the mirror, when I saw that
all my moving around had made me pull the covers off my brothers bed and I
realised that I was making a mess on his sheets and he wouldn't be happy
about it. I could see where I had been dripping pre-cum and water over the
covers, and when I got closer I noticed there was a smell of sweat and cum
on them.

Hang on I never cum on them. I shoot my load in the bath. I pulled the
covers back some more and found that inside there were stains that could
only come from cum.
I never saw my brother jacking off or even naked in bed, so where did this
cum come from. I wanted to be sure that it was what I thought it was so I
got closer and started to sniff it. The smell of man sweat and semen was
interesting. I kind of liked it. I took another sniff and found that it was
making me horny. I pulled the sheet up to my face and took a deep breath of
the intoxicating aroma. My cock was hard and throbbing again with
excitement.

I was smelling my brothers dried cum stains and it was turning me on.

I started to imagine him in bed, stroking his thick hard shaft. Grabbing his
balls and rolling them around in his hand. Playing with his nipples,
pinching them, pulling them, getting them hard like little chest dicks ready
for sucking. I moaned, grabbed my cock and rolled onto my back. I knew it
was wrong to think about my brother this way but it turned me on so much
that I couldn't help it.

I stroked my hard cock thinking about him doing the same in this very bed. I
was jacking off in my brother's bed. I thought about him in here at night,
stripping out of his clothes and sitting naked on the covers stroking his
hard cock, shooting his load over himself, maybe while I was a few feet away
in my own bed asleep. I gave another grown and sucked on my fingers. I
wanted to join him, wank him, suck him and have his cock in me so badly. I
pulled my spit-covered fingers out of my mouth and pushed them into my arse.
I was moaning loudly now, thinking about my naked older brother fucking my
arse, taking my cherry and blowing his load deep inside me. I felt my balls
get that tight feeling again, so I knew I was going to cum. But I didn't
know I was going to do it that much. I shot my load and it flew all over me,
it covered my body and started to run down onto the bed.
Shit, I jumped up and started to try to rub the cum off so it wouldn't stain
and show I had been there, I did the best I could and remade the bed. I went
into the bathroom and wiped the drying cum off me. So my brother does jack
off in bed at sometime. I was almost upset by this, how many times had I
missed seeing him playing with his dick. And what else does he do when he's
alone. I decided to try to find out more about my big brother.

Just as soon as I have another wank.

I shoot about four times that day and my dick never fully went down until
the evening when I knew I had to get dressed before my brother was home.  I
went into the bedroom and opened my dresser draw to get some underwear but I
found that I didn't have any clean pairs left. I wondered if James had any
in his dresser so I opened up his draw and started looking at the pairs he
had, trying to find one that fitted me. I maybe older now but he's still
taller and bigger than me.
I was looking in his draw when I noticed a computer CD under the underwear
at the bottom of the draw. I pulled it out and wondered what was on it. My
brother is a little messy and forgetful about where he puts his stuff so I
wasn't shocked at finding it there but I was a curious about it. There was
no label or markings on it at all and the cover was blank too. He always
puts something on his disks even if it's just a quick scribble. It made me
wonder what was on it so I took the CD and put it in my bed side cabinet,
thinking I would have a look at it later.

I took a pair of boxers and finished getting dressed, then went down to the
kitchen to get a sandwich for myself.
James came home and said hi as he went up to the bedroom to change out of
his shop uniform. He came back down in a few minutes and stood by the sink
as I was eating my snack.

"So how was it being alone today bro?" he asked

"Fine, it's quiet with no one else here" I said

"So what did you do?"

"Not a lot, just doing stuff, you know, nothing in particular"

"Well just don't make a mess while you're here alone, we can't always clean
up after you"

He turned and went out to the living room but I could see he was smiling at
some thing,

The rest of the evening and that night I just hung out in the house with my
big bro until our parents came home. We all started watching a film but I
found I didn't like it so about half way through I decided I was going to
bed. I went in our room and stripped down to my...
No, it's my brother's boxers I'm wearing. I remembered the CD from the draw
and went to have another look. It was still in the cabinet and I wondered
what was on it. It was to late to look now and after all the wanking and
cumming I had done that day I was tired out. I decided to go get some sleep.
Only I had now started thinking about what I had done that day in this room,
and how many times I had shot my load over myself. I lowered my boxers and
felt my cock in my hands, feeling the foreskin slide under my touch.
My cock managed to get half hard but that was all. It also felt a little
sore from all the rubbing. I gave it a friendly squeeze and pulled the
boxers back up. Feeling a little cold, I went to open a draw to get a
t-shirt to sleep in. I was still thinking about my afternoon fun so I pulled
the wrong draw open and saw my underwear.
When I looked this afternoon I had none, but tonight they had all returned.
Why was someone moving my pants around? I pulled a t-shirt out and put it
on. I was still puzzling it out when I slipped into my bed and lay in the
dark. The only person who had been in here was my brother, and why would he
take my boxers and briefs, it wasn't funny or silly so it wasn't a joke. And
they had been put back before I said anything so it didn't make sense. I
slowly slipped into sleep thinking about all that had happened today.

To Be Continued