Date: Thu, 19 May 2022 22:37:29 -0700 From: RJ Subject: Owen's Secret Job - Ch. 2 This story is about a boy who finds out about his older brother's work. Over time, they become closer. If you do not like themes of incest and adult/youth, do not read this story. You know the drill: if you cannot legally view this material, do not read this story. All of my writings are pure fantasy. I own all legal rights to my fictional works. A full list of my work on Nifty can be found here: https://bit.ly/2S5IYDI We all love and appreciate this site, so please also consider donating to Nifty if you can: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ~ Chapter 2 ~ Owen doing porn was a secret I knew I'd find difficult to keep, so thank God I had Link and Christian to bounce ideas off of. We'd speculate about how much my brother got paid, what kinds of crazy stuff he'd done, if he fucked other girls outside of the workplace, if he ever dated one of his fellow coworkers... They thought it would be a little too weird to watch my brother, so we didn't look up more of his videos when we were together, but there was still just so much to discuss. Then, Christian brought up a good point. "Is he still gonna lie?" I looked at him, eyeing the way he adjusted his glasses. I had always told him he should have gotten glasses that fit, because he was constantly pushing them up the bridge of his nose. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well, he graduated, right?" he asked. I nodded. Just two days prior, Owen officially graduated from college. We all went to support him and cheered loudly when he walked across the stage. As boring as the ceremony was, it was exciting to see him smile so widely... but I failed to see what Christian was getting at until he explained further. "My sister, when she was in college, she also worked on campus. Admissions, I think. But you can only work there while you're a student." As Christian removed his glasses to fuss with his unruly mop of auburn hair, I thought about it for a second before I realized what he was saying. Owen technically couldn't have an "on-campus job" anymore now that he was a graduate. He'd have to come up with a new lie. "That's if he keeps doing it, though, right?" Link asked. Another good point. What if, now that he was done with school, Owen decided to quit porn? Would he start pursuing something based on his major, or would he still want to do porn? I mean, did he even like his job? Both Link and Christian had been somewhat peer pressuring me into just asking Owen upfront about his job. I was wary, though. I didn't want to get in trouble, nor did I want to have to suffer that awkward moment of admitting I had watched porn in general, let alone porn with my brother in it. But the more they pestered me, the more I reconsidered. I knew Owen fairly well. He was never a judgemental person. In fact, he was always very open, kind, respectful... and I was his little brother. Wouldn't I get the same treatment? Plus, I had to admit... There was a lot I could learn from my big bro. "How are you so good at this game?" Owen asked me just as I sniped him from afar. I just grinned to myself, proud of my talents when it came to Halo. "Hand-eye coordination," I said. "Oh, don't get all fancy on me now, Tuck," he said with a grin, setting his controller down and admitting defeat. "I'm done." He leaned back on the couch, scratching his bare chest lightly. He had just come downstairs after showering, and since Mom and Dad were both out, he only put on underwear. That was always his preferred way to lounge. Dad never made a fuss about it, but our mom found it "uncivilized." "C'mon," I pleaded. "One more round." "And let you win again? No thanks." "Loser," I murmured, and he playfully smacked the back of my head. I always elected to sit on the floor when we played video games. I don't know why, either. It was just more comfortable for me, sitting on the plush carpet beside his legs. "Don't be rude," he said with a laugh before glancing at his phone. "Huh. I gotta get going soon anyway." I raised my eyebrows. "Going where?" "To work," he said simply. I swallowed my spit. If there was ever a time to challenge him, to catch him in a lie, it was now. "But I thought you graduated," I told him, thanking Christian for bringing this idea up a few days ago. He looked at me curiously. "Huh?" "You're still working on campus even though you graduated?" Owen's face changed right away. He started looking a bit shifty, like he was close to getting found out. "Uhhh, yeah," he said. "They make exceptions sometimes." "Sure," I said. Clearly I didn't sound convinced because he gave me an odd look: confusion mixed with amusement. "What's that tone, man?" I just shrugged it off. "I just wanted to know what you do, is all." "Uh huh," he said, scratching the back of his head. "Well, you know, I help... set up rooms and stuff," he ended up deciding. "These babies got me the job." With a grin, he flexed his biceps. I just scoffed. "Yeah, riiight." "No, yeah, you're right," he said with a nod. "It was these." Then, he pointed to pecs and made them bump up and down one at a time. Usually, he used that trick to make me smile, because it almost always made me laugh. But this time, it didn't. I just stared at him. I understood why he was lying, but now that I knew the truth, now that I knew he was being dishonest right to my face, I felt cheated. I didn't care that he was lying to our parents. I cared that he was lying to *me*. He was usually so cool with me, but in keeping his career a secret, it made me feel like he was babying me. I mean, it made sense since we were over ten years apart in age, but still. I was starting to get upset, thinking maybe I wasn't as close with Owen as I thought I was. In my head, I think I rationalized it by telling myself that I wouldn't do this to him, that I wouldn't treat him this way... but who really knows. He frowned when he saw that I wasn't laughing. "What's wrong?" I didn't even intentionally decide to come clean. I just stared him in the eye and blurted it out. "I know what you do for work." Owen blinked, looking nervous. "What?" "I know what you do for work," I repeated. "You do porn." "Shit," he whispered, and despite all the things that I was feeling, I was surprised that Owen swore. He was never the kind of guy that used such coarse language. He typically exchanged "damn" for "dang" and "hell" for "heck," and harsher words like "bitch," "shit," "fuck," and "cunt" rarely grazed his lips. If he ever did use them, it was serious. "Why'd you lie?" "Come on, man," he said, almost pleadingly. "You know I couldn't tell anyone what I was really doing." "Not even me?" I asked, in a small voice this time. He seemed to soften and relax when he realized why I was upset. Then, he smiled gently. "I would've. But I honestly just... didn't think you were old enough yet," he said. "I'm twelve," I told him, as if that were the age of a grown-up -- and when he gave me an amused look, I couldn't help but laugh. Now I was just embarrassed. Saying it out loud made me feel silly, but I just hated feeling sheltered or left out. I wanted to be involved, to be in the thick of things. I wanted to know all there is to know. That's how I always was, particularly when my parents said nonsense excuses like "We'll tell you when you're older" or "This is a mature conversation, so go to bed." Sheepishly, I murmured an apology. "`S okay," he said. "I just don't like it when you treat me like a kid," I told him. Owen usually told me everything -- or at least I thought he did. Then again, it wasn't really fair of me, was it? I kept certain things hidden. "But you *are* a kid, Tuck," Owen said before sighing through his nose with a smile on his lips. "But alright. I'll try to be square with you from now on." "Promise?" I asked. "Promise. Gimme your pinky." Smiling brightly, I held out my pinky for him, and he wrapped his around mine, giving it a squeeze. Pinky promises were our thing. Well, they were everyone's thing, but for us, a pinky promise was like a blood oath. That was how we knew we were serious. "Thanks," I murmured shyly, feeling mighty pleased with myself. "You got it, bro," he said before clearing his throat. "So, um... How'd you find out?" he asked in a quieter voice. "I thought I was being pretty sneaky." Now I was blushing. Shit. Well... It wouldn't be fair of me to demand honesty from Owen and not give it in return, right? Plus, he was now willing to be straight with me. I had to take advantage of it. It was just a matter of quickly getting past the shame. "I, um... found your videos," I said, finding it difficult to meet his eye. He grimaced before laughing. "Yeahhh, I kinda wondered if that would happen," he admitted. Then, he gave me a pleading look. "Don't tell Mom and Dad." I snorted. "I wasn't planning on it," I told him, though I wondered if anyone had recognized him yet. Maybe one of his friends or classmates. I mean, did *anyone* know? Surely someone had to. "Cool, cool." He nodded slowly a couple of times before looking at me. "And... uh... what did you see?" "A few videos," I told him, starting to find this both embarrassing and thrilling at the same time. Owen wasn't mad. Plus, he was the one doing "bad" things, not me. I was just an innocent bystander. "There was one where you made this girl, like, squirt like crazy." Owen bursted out laughing, which made me feel better. "Yeah, well... It happens," he said. "Why do you do it?" I asked. He arched his eyebrow. "Make girls squirt?" "No," I said, holding back a laugh. "Film those movies." "Oh," he said, nodding. "Well, the pay's good, for one. And... well... I mean..." He laughed a little, shrugging. "It's mighty fun." He certainly looked like he was enjoying himself. "Even the rough stuff?" "What rough stuff?" I needed to stop thinking that he could read my mind. "Like, you were kinda rough with one girl. And you made her... lick your butthole." I said that last part at a lower volume. Owen smiled a bit, almost like he was surprised. Then, he got thoughtful for a second. "Well, we're actors, Tuck. Sometimes it's rough, sometimes it's not. But it's not real." I squinted. "So you're not really having sex?" "Well, no, that's not what I meant," he said with a laugh, sitting up and then leaning forward a bit. He rested his forearms on his thighs as he spoke to me, and I shifted to my knees, looking up at him like a student looks up at an admirable teacher who's bestowing the secret to success. "We're having sex, yeah, but... it's part of... giving people the fantasy they want. That's not really how people have sex normally." "Huh," I said, pondering this. Giving people their fantasies? "So girls don't really lick your butthole?" I asked, wondering if that was going to happen when I slept with a girl. "Well, not all of `em, unfortunately," he said with a little wink. I wrinkled my nose, understanding his implication. "You actually like that?" "I mean, yeah," he said. "Feels good." I just grimaced, and he chuckled to himself. "You haven't had sex yet, right?" When I shook my head, he nodded. "Well, when you do, you'll understand. There's a lotta fun spots on your body." "I don't think I want my butthole licked," I told him. "Well, take some advice from me: don't knock it `til you try it," he said. I guess this is what I was asking for when I wanted straight talk. Now he was giving me advice. Owen quickly checked his phone here before grunting. "Dang, I gotta go," he said. "Filming another movie?" I asked curiously. "Yep." He stood up and grabbed his glass of water off the coffee table, quickly downing the rest of it. "What are you filming today?" He sighed when he swallowed the last of his water before looking at me. He seemed to debate something in his head before he finally spoke. "Actually... I, uh, am filming with some guys today." "Oh," I said, not really sure what he meant. "And just one girl?" There were lots of videos like that on the internet: one girl with a group of guys. "Nope," he said. "No girls. Just the guys." I squinted a bit. "You mean like... gay stuff?" I asked, realizing I was practically whispering. "Yes, gay stuff," he said with a little laugh. "Would've figured you'd seen that by now." I just shook my head, but I made a mental note to look it up when I had some sufficient alone time. "I've only seen a couple videos." "Oh okay," he said. "Well... There's a lot of stuff of me out there, doing a lot of crazy things. If you see more, just remember it's my job." Normally, when I found out someone was gay at school, they were super embarrassed about it. But Owen? He didn't seem to care. In fact, he seemed more concerned about my reaction than the fact that he was about to go do a gay porn shoot. Then again, he did just say it was all about his job. So what did that mean about his sexuality? "So you're not gay, right?" I asked, feeling myself getting confused as I overthought it. "No, I'm not," he told me. "I like girls too much. But between you and me? The gay stuff pays waaay better." Then, he scooped up his phone and started heading towards the stairs, saying he'd be right back. He disappeared for a minute upstairs before he returned in his classic work outfit: jeans and a tank top. "You good here?" he asked, grabbing his keys off the counter. "Yeah, I'm good," I said. "Sweet. Later, lil bro," he said. On his way out, he ruffled my hair and hit me with a charming smile. This time, I didn't flatten it out. I let it stay tousled. I didn't see Owen that night. Seemed that work kept him late, and since it was a school night, I tucked in early. I was never a night owl anyway; I was an early bird. When I woke up, it wasn't yet 6am, and I wondered if I'd get the chance to use the computer and check out more of Owen's content. However, unfortunately for me, my father was also an early bird. More often than not, I'd find him at the dining table, sipping a fresh cup of coffee and reading the newspaper that had probably arrived mere minutes prior. My attempts to look at porn were therefore foiled, so I enjoyed a quick, quiet breakfast with Dad before I went back upstairs to my room. I still had quite a bit of time before I had to walk to school, so I got myself dressed in pants, a striped tee, and my baseball cap, and then wondered what I should do to kill time. I supposed I could have gone back downstairs and just watched TV until Link and Christian showed up at my doorstep so we could all walk to school together -- but suddenly, I heard a knock on my wall. Owen knocked once, then three times rapidly, then once again. I smirked a bit, knowing that was our signal to request the other's presence. I was surprised he was awake. Owen was not an early bird in the slightest, but he also had pretty awful sleeping patterns (probably due to his weird work hours). Maybe the timing was just perfect and he heard me shuffling around in my room. So, I left my bedroom and opened the door to his. Instantly, I was met with the thick scent of him. His room was tidy but almost a little humid, and that familiar scent completely surrounded my senses. "Shut the door," he said. He was still in bed, shirtless underneath his sheets. I did as he asked, closing the door behind me and then looking at him expectantly. "Wanted to catch you before school," he said, patting the empty space on his bed. I joined him, crawling onto his large queen mattress as he yawned and stretched. He must have woken up pretty recently because his eyes looked heavy. "Got a present for you," he said. "A present?" "Mhm," he said before sliding out of bed. Now I realized he wasn't just shirtless -- he was fully naked. Even though I was used to his nudity, I was becoming more curious about my brother's body, and my eyes bulged as he swung his thick legs out of bed, his ass on full view. He went to the corner of his room to grab his backpack, picking it up and rifling through it. I couldn't help but stare at his cock hanging so heavily between his legs. He was just so... *male*. "Aha," he said, finding what he was looking for. "Because you were so cool about everything and didn't tell Mom and Dad, I got you something." He pulled out what looked to be like a comic before dropping his bag, tossing me the magazine, and then climbing back under the covers. "For you." I looked at the cover and gawped. It was a porno mag. The front picture was of a woman giving the camera a well-fucked look, and six dripping cocks surrounded her face. "You got this for me?" I asked, opening it up to a random page. "Yeah. Don't let Mom or Dad find it, though," he said. "And I wasn't really sure what you'd like but this one's pretty generic. Has all the good stuff." He was right. There was a good smattering of content throughout the magazine: solo, couples, group, penetration shots, blowjob shots, lots of cum... There were even articles I could read. Man, I knew I was going to have fun looking through it. "Thanks, Owen," I said appreciatively. "Let me know if you hate it and I'll get you something different." "What if I like it but want something different?" I asked. Owen laughed, resting his hands behind his head. "Well, I got connections, little bro. Any time you want something, just ask." "Cool," I said with a grin. This was shaping up to be an excellent exchange. I flipped through a few pages until I found one with a group sex scenario: five or six guys and a girl in the middle of them. Then, I suddenly remembered that Owen had a shoot last night. "How was work yesterday?" I asked curiously. "Went okay," he said with a yawn. "The group stuff is always hit or miss." "What did you guys... do?" I asked. "It was kinda boring, honestly," he said casually. "Hot tub scene. We all made out for a bit, but after that, it was focused on one guy doing all of us. Running a train can be fun, but when you're filming, it's a lot of standing around." I blinked. "Running a train?" I asked. What the heck did that mean? Owen just laughed, realizing he was using terminology beyond my scope of understanding. "It's just like... all of us taking turns on someone else." I tried to picture it but kept getting weird imagery. I just added it to my mental list of porn to look up. "Do you do a lot of the gay stuff?" I asked. "Good amount, but mostly not," he said. "Probably 25/75. Some bi stuff too." "Bi?" He smiled patiently. "Bisexual." Oh. Right. Duh. That wasn't a term that I had come across often, so it wasn't part of my vernacular just yet. I nodded, still leafing through the magazine as we chatted. "What do you like, anyway?" I glanced back at him. "Whatcha mean?" I asked. "I don't know," he said. "Like, what turns you on?" Again, I didn't know what that meant, so I just stared at him until he clarified. "Makes you hard." I blushed at him referencing my own arousal. "Um... I guess everything," I said. It was difficult to articulate specifics, mostly because I didn't know what those specifics were. He just laughed. "Curious about it all?" I smiled bashfully. "Kinda." "That's a good quality to have, little brother," he said approvingly. I smiled to myself before looking back at the magazine, noticing an article about a woman who had slept with over five hundred men. The number seemed preposterous to me, so I looked at Owen. "How many girls have you slept with?" He thought about it for a second. "Huh. I'm not sure," he said. "Probably over three hundred, but I don't know." "Three hundred?" I repeated, wide-eyed. "Are they all from work?" "Not all of them," he said with a grin. "Whoa," I said in admiration. What a stud my big brother was. I set down the magazine and adjusted my cap a bit. I didn't know what it was, but I was starting to feel a little hot all of a sudden. Maybe it was the fact that it was so humid in my brother's room. But Owen just laughed a little. "What?" I asked. "You know I lost my virginity wearing that hat?" he said, pointing to the cap he gave me years ago. "Really?" I asked, snorting. "With who?" "Remember Tiffany?" he asked. "Girl with those huge hoop earrings?" When I nodded, he just said, "Her." I could picture that easily. Tiffany was known for being a little "free-spirited" around town. "How old were you?" I asked. "Fifteen," he said. I nodded a little, feeling better. I still had some time to catch up to him. Fifteen seemed like a reasonable time to lose my cherry. Then, my eyes drifted towards his sheets, specifically the area that was covering his groin. "Were you... you know... back then, too?" He looked at me all confused. "Huh?" "Big," I said simply. "Oh." He actually blushed a bit when he realized what I was asking, and then he laughed a little. "Uhh, I guess a little bit. I was bigger than, you know, the other guys at school. But it kept growing over the next two years." Damn. I was amazed that he'd been swinging that thing around since he was, what, seventeen? Then, Owen said something that made my stomach do flips. "You'll probably be big too." I just blinked. "Me?" "Yeah. Runs in the family," he said. That meant... "Is Dad big?" I asked, whispering a bit. "Oh yeah," Owen said. He nodded and chuckled. "I've only seen it a few times, but it was... very impressive." Suddenly, there's a ring at the doorbell and I groan. That means Link and Christian are here, which means it's time for school. I just wanted to chill with my brother all day and look at porn. "Guess I gotta go." "Yeah, have fun at school," he said, stretching again. "I might sleep some more." "Lazy," I murmured with a smile before sliding off the bed. "Thanks for this," I added, holding up the magazine. "Enjoy it, buddy," he said, already hugging a pillow and closing his eyes. I just sent a smile in his direction before heading out the door, feeling invigorated, excited, and (most of all) naughty. Link and Christian absolutely loved the magazine. After school, we headed straight for a local park, occupied a table, and crowded around the magazine. We went through every single page, commenting on all the pictures and skimming through some of the articles that looked interesting. Christian was particularly funny to me because he handled the pages as if the magazine were a precious artifact, only letting go to wipe drool off the corner of his mouth -- and if Link turned a page too abruptly, he'd yell "Careful!" and then slide the magazine protectively out of Link's reach. When we finished looking through the porno mag, Christian sighed, upset that the fresh experience was over. Even though we could rifle through it over and over on an endless loop, nothing would compare to the first time seeing those lewd images. Christian eventually turned to me. "I can't believe your brother gave you this," he said, for probably the fifth time. "He's so cool." "Can you get more?" Link asked. "Definitely," I said. "He basically said he could get anything." Christian pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, eyes wide with excitement. "I wonder what we should ask for next," he said. "I like the group stuff," Link said. "More to look at." "I like the close-up shots," Christian said. Then, both of them looked at me, expecting me to offer my two cents. "I like..." I started to say before trailing off. What *did* I like, besides the fact that it was sex? Was it the thrill of the taboo? Did I simply enjoy everything? Did I have to pick a specific? What were my options, even? What other types of magazines were out there for us to devour? I had no clue. As I carefully put the porno mag back into my bag, I made a mental note to ask Owen, hoping he was home. Thankfully, he was. The three of us started heading back towards our houses, and since mine was the closest to the school and the park, I said goodbye to them first before heading inside. Owen was in the kitchen, humming to himself as he was blending something -- one of his gross protein shakes, I had guessed. "Hey, Tuck," he said with a smile. "How was school?" "It was fine," I said, setting my backpack on the counter and glancing towards the staircase. "Where's Mom?" "Upstairs napping," he said. "Headache or something." Good. I didn't want her to come down and interrupt. I opened my bag and then carefully pulled out the magazine, and I noticed Owen grin at me a bit when I did. "You said you could get more, right?" He raised his eyebrow before laughing as he started pouring his smoothie into a tall glass. "You read that whole thing already?" "Yeah," I said. "Weren't you at school?" "Link `n Christian `n I went to the park after school to look at it." He chuckled to himself, shaking his head. "Shoulda guessed." I bit my lip, rocking on my feet. "So can you?" I asked again. "Of course I can," he said simply. "I don't really know about options, though," I admitted, hoping he'd figure something out. He just nodded, taking a big gulp of his drink. "I'll just get a few different magazines," he said before pointing to the one in my hand. "But you liked that one?" "Yeah," I said with a smile. "If there's another edition, I'll get another one of those, too," he said. I just smiled happily, like it was Christmas all over again. "Sweet." It felt good to feel like I was being let into this secret, adult world through Owen. Now that the jig was up between us, he talked to me casually whenever I asked questions. It didn't dominate every conversation, but if I had a question or a curiosity, he would answer me without much hesitation. It also felt good to be the expert on sex among my friend group. Link had tech knowledge, Christian was big into politics and world cultures, but me? I was getting the inside scoop on all things sex -- and that made me the coolest one out of the three of us. Waiting for Owen to get more magazines was a drag, though. I (as well as each of my buddies) was impatient. I didn't want to pester him and sound needy, but I really wanted new magazines. The lack of fresh content made me want to go back online more, too, but I never found time to be alone with the computer. Every time I'd wake up early, my dad would be downstairs, foiling my attempts to watch my brother fuck girls... and guys, apparently. Once Owen told me he's done gay porn, I got a bit desperate to see it for myself. Gay porn wasn't something I had really explored yet, and if my brother was in it, I was intrigued. Finally, one morning, I got the opportunity to use the computer in peace. Mom and Dad both went out to visit our grandparents, and since it was a decent drive, they left bright and early, leaving Owen and I to fend for ourselves. Knowing Owen usually liked to sleep in, I got up as soon as I heard their car leave the driveway and sprinted to the computer, eager to see Tommy Gunz. I pulled up my favorite site and then went straight for the gay category. From there, I searched Owen's porn name and was treated with a smorgasbord of options. Again, I got that overwhelmed feeling. I wanted to devour it all simultaneously, which made it difficult to pick a starting point. Do I pick based on release date? Maybe length? Should the thumbnail be the deciding factor, or the title? In the end, I decided to start with the most recent video on file. I sped through the cheesy introduction (something about a guy needing an electrician to fix his television set) to get to the good part: the action. It started off with the man, who looked a little older than Owen, getting on his knees and gobbling my brother up... but I knew all about blowjobs. Even though seeing a man doing it to Owen was new, I wanted to see something else, so I fast-forwarded even more. Soon, I pressed play when I saw something totally foreign to me: a man getting fucked. It wasn't just any man, either. It was Owen. I remember feeling cognizant of the notion that I should not have kept being surprised by the things I saw on the internet, but I couldn't help it. I stared wide-eyed as I watched the older man thrust his cock in and out of my brother -- and my brother, he seemed to enjoy it. I had to remind myself that Owen told me that they were all just actors, that this was all "part of the fantasy," but... he had also told me that there's lots about sex that he did like. Was this one of those things on his list? I didn't even notice Owen had come downstairs until he said, "Morning, bro." Instantly, I switched to panic mode, scrambling to turn off the monitor -- and when I realized I hadn't actually closed the webpage, which meant the audio was still playing, I hurriedly shut off the speaker. Jesus Christ, he scared me. As I turned to look at him, finding him in nothing but his underwear, I knew that panicking was my biggest mistake. From his angle, he couldn't see the monitor clearly so he probably didn't even know what I was looking at. He could have assumed I was playing a game, but now I looked suspicious. Owen gave me a weirded-out, amused look. "Up to no good?" he asked with a slight grin. "Sorry," I murmured, feeling the initial surge of panic start to subside. I knew Owen wouldn't freak out on me for looking at porn -- but I didn't know how he felt about me looking at *his* porn. "`S okay," he said, still looking amused. "What were you watching?" "Um..." I was debating how to properly articulate what I was watching. Owen offered an answer. "Porn?" he asked cheekily. He was just teasing me. "Yeah," I muttered, and Owen laughed in response. "No surprise there," he said. Then, his eyes flickered down to my lap, and for a moment, he looked confused. "Do you just... watch?" he asked. "What do you mean?" "I mean, usually when dudes watch porn, they jack it." I just stared at him blankly. Jack it? That wasn't a term I had heard before. I think because I had a dumbfounded look on my face, Owen kept speaking. "You know, like rubbing one out," he said. "Don't you... know what that is?" Truthfully, I didn't know what he was talking about. I didn't even know there were terms for masturbation. Link, Christian, and I only referred to it as "touching yourself." So I told Owen no. "Oh," he said, surprised before chuckling. "Well, you should probably learn, sporting wood like that." He pointed to my lap. When I looked down, I realized that I was tenting my sleep shorts like crazy. Blushing, I tried to hide it with my forearm, and then suddenly it clicked. He was talking about touching yourself, making the hardness go down. Honestly, jerking off while watching porn was rare for me. Most of my consumption of porn was with Link and Christian, and all we ever did was watch and make commentary. If I ever perused on my own, sometimes I rubbed myself a bit, but I never fully touched myself. Actually, the first time that I had ever gotten off while actively watching porn was when I watched Owen cum-kiss some girl -- and I wasn't even doing the classic motion. All I knew how to do was rub or grind because that felt best to me, and I didn't like doing it outside of my bedroom. It was a private act, after all. I didn't want to get caught. "So... is it when you touch yourself?" "Yep. It's like..." He thought about it for a moment. "Well, it's kinda like having sex with yourself, in a way." When he said it like that, I started to understand a little better. If sex was about making cum, then yeah, that made sense. "Do you do it?" I asked. "Of course," he said casually. "Every guy does. Lotta girls, too." Prior to this conversation, I assumed that touching yourself was just as taboo as watching porn was. I only talked about it with Link and Christian because we were all being "bad" together, and even then, we didn't talk about it in much detail. It felt too personal, too shameful, as opposed to commenting on other people's exciting transgressions. I didn't outright believe it was as normal as Owen was making it out to be. "Why is it called `jacking it'?" I asked. "It has to do with the motion," he said, making a jerk-off motion with his hand. I just stared blankly at him again, and he laughed. "Here," he said, holding up his finger. "Lemme grab something." He went right back upstairs before returning half a minute later with a little bottle of something in his hand. "This will change your life, little bro," he said, offering it to me. I took the bottle, inspecting it curiously. "What is it?" "It's lube," he said. "It makes jacking off way easier, and feels better." I felt my cock twitch in my shorts at that prospect. "Did you learn all this stuff from work?" I asked, glancing up at him. Owen just laughed. "No, no," he said. "Learned some stuff from Uncle Jesse. The rest, I figured out on my own." I smiled a bit, remembering Uncle Jesse from back in the Midwest. He was a randy sort of guy, always making crass comments and drinking too much beer. For that, he was always tons of fun to be around. I looked down at the bottle of lube, wondering how it worked. "What do I do with this?" I asked. "You just squirt a little on your manhood," he said, and then he started grinning. "Well, boyhood, in your case." I felt my tummy twitch when he used that word. "Then you just kinda work it in as you stroke." I was a little confused by the terminology, especially because Link, Christian, and I had seen so many different videos with so many different techniques. Which one was the right stroke? Was I supposed to just do what felt right, or was there a particular way to do it? Whatever it was, I wanted the best -- so I asked Owen for advice. "Well, you kinda just... you know, wrap your hand around it. Work it up and down." But frankly, that wasn't specific enough for me. So I offered the bottle to Owen and asked, "Can you show me?" He paused, looking from me to the bottle a few times. He seemed to be debating whether or not this was a good idea. As he was thinking it over, I realized I could probably just look it up online. There were all types of porn, which meant there was bound to be something a little more instructional, right? Still, I had hoped he wouldn't come to the same conclusion. Thankfully, he didn't. "I guess so," he said with a little shrug. He took the bottle with one hand, and with his other hand, he started rubbing himself through his boxer briefs. He closed his eyes too, as if painting a picture in his head of something. I felt myself getting warm as I watched his manhood bulge out his briefs more and more -- and I nearly gasped when he tucked his boxer briefs under his balls and let his hardness spring free. I hadn't anticipated how intimidated I'd feel seeing Owen up close like this, but that was the first feeling that hit me. He was just so imposingly male that I could do little else but stare with my mouth slightly open. The camera somehow made him look smaller. Luckily, he was in lesson mode and didn't seem to think I was being creepy. "This might sound weird, but I kinda hot-dog it with the lube," he said. At first, I didn't know what he was talking about until he demonstrated it for me by squirting a thin line of the clear, viscous liquid along the length of his cock. When I realized how reminiscent it was of putting ketchup on a hot dog, I actually laughed. He just smiled at me before closing the cap on the lube. "Told you it'd sound weird." Then, with a practiced hand, he started working the lube into his cock. My ears homed in on those wet, slick noises his hand was now making as he worked his palm up and down in slow strides. I'd seen it in porn, but it was amazing seeing up close and personal how an expert... what did Owen call it? Jacks it? "Get it?" Owen said after half a minute of a demo. I blinked, half-expecting him to make himself cum in front of me. "I think so," I said, nodding. "Cool," he said. And then, he tossed me the lube. "Now you try." I gulped. I hadn't anticipated this. Now *I* had to try? In front of Owen? Suddenly I felt so small and inferior. "Um..." I started to say. "Just whip it out," he told me. "No biggie." "But..." But what? I didn't have the words to explain. "You're already hard, bro," he said, and when I looked down at my lap, I realized he was right. I'd been hard this whole time, still, tenting my shorts. I just sighed heavily, probably blushing more than I had ever blushed in my life as I pulled my shorts and underwear down enough to let my cock spring free. I sat my bare ass on the chair and then looked back up at Owen, who looked at me with wide eyes before he grinned, whistled, and then laughed. "Dang, Tuck! You're packin'!" I felt my eyebrows raise. "Really?" "Yeah. What are you, a little over six inches already?" I blushed but nodded, impressed that Owen seemed to know just from a quick glance. I remember measuring myself out of curiosity just a few weeks prior, to see how I stacked up against the pornstars. I had kept that information to myself, but it was nice to hear that I was "packin'" -- especially from Owen, who had two more inches on me on a bad day. "Dang, little bro. Twelve and you already got a pecker like that. Sheesh. You might get bigger than me one day." Suddenly, I felt a surge of confidence. My back straightened, my smile widened, and I felt proud to show myself off to my brother. He was impressed. Owen, the one with a huge cock, my biggest inspiration, was impressed by me. I felt like I was on top of the world. "You're not just saying that, right?" I asked. "Definitely not. You're bigger than most men already," he said, still lightly playing with himself. "Really good thickness on you, too." I smirked up at him. "Maybe I'll do porn one day." That got a substantial laugh out of Owen. He even leaned his head back momentarily before moving his hand from his cock to his balls, just lightly tugging them. "Maybe, little man, maybe." Then he chuckled again. "But if you do, you gotta know how to use that thing." Then, he snapped his fingers, pointing to the lube. "Try it out." Owen being impressed with me seemed to completely disintegrate any remaining embarrassment, because I happily grabbed the lube and "hot-dogged it" like he showed me. Then, slowly, I started coating my cock in it -- and immediately, my toes curled. I let out a little moan, which made Owen laugh a little. "Whoa," I said. "Just keep up a good stroke," he said. "And don't be afraid to switch it up." "Switch what up?" I grunted as I started stroking myself up and down like he did. I thought I was seeing stars for a moment, it felt so good. "Your styles," he suggested, but I wasn't listening. I was practically gooning out, totally focused on my hand and my cock. The way my hand glided so easily up and down my shaft made me dizzy with joy. I couldn't believe I'd only been using socks and pillows and the space between the couch cushions to get off. All this time, I could have been getting my big brother to show me the real way to cum. It got to the point where I was getting so into it that my speed was getting overwhelming -- and with another laugh, Owen reached down and steadied my wrist. "Don't choke it, bro," he said. "Take it easy." I was panting softly, blinking so that my vision could refocus. I looked at him and saw that he was giving me a patient smile, and I smiled back. "Feels real good," I murmured. "Yeah, I know it does," he said. "But don't go so fast. You'll hurt yourself." He let go of my wrist and straightened his back again. "Plus, it feels better to take your time. Just really enjoy it." I nodded, regrouping in my head. Slow and steady. That's what he was asking me to do. So, I tried to be patient as I resumed my stroking. I closed my eyes, letting my hand work its way up and down my shaft, listening to Owen's soft words of encouragement. He was right. Doing it so fast was a bit too intense, but taking it slow was this strange mix of relaxing and invigorating. I felt myself sinking deeper into the chair as I worked my cock gingerly. When I felt my orgasm approach, I realized it was building so slowly that it was as if it were being built brick by brick. I felt my body get warmer and my cock pulse thickly in my hand until finally, I could hold it back no longer. I came. I whined and scrunched my face as I lifted my shirt and spurted my load onto my stomach, all my toes flexed and muscles clenched until it finally passed. "Niiice, little man," Owen said approvingly before he laughed. "Guess I gotta stop callin' you `little man,' huh?" I just giggled slightly after I caught my breath, my face flushed -- but from pleasure this time rather than shame. "I don't mind it." I glanced at the bottle of lube and then picked it up, offering it back to him. But he shook his head. "You keep that," he said. "I have a feelin' you're gonna be using it often." "This stuff is great," I said. It was like magic to me. Who knew self-pleasure could feel that good? "I'll make sure to get some more for us," he said, and I felt my stomach do a little flip. He had said "us." Was this an "us" thing now? "Are you gonna...?" I asked, gesturing vaguely to his hard on. "Me? Nah," he said, wrapping a fist around it and shaking it playfully. "Gotta save my load for work." I was a little disappointed, but I understood. Work was important, after all. I watched as Owen pulled his underwear back up, the waistband snapping against his hips. "I'm gonna make some breakfast," he said, reaching into his underwear to adjust himself. "You hungry?" I just nodded. "I'm thinkin' pancakes," he said, mostly to himself as he started to head to the kitchen. "Don't use that whole bottle while I'm gone." I grinned as I held the lube up in my hand, biting my lip a bit. No promises, big bro. No promises.