Date: Mon, 10 May 2010 17:54:56 -0700 (PDT) From: Joe Sparks Subject: Sharing Rooms with Nathan (Part 2, Nathan Grows Up) Sharing Rooms with Nathan (Part 2, Nathan Grows Up) Thanks for all the great feedback for part 1. Sorry if things change too much in this chapter, but it's a true story and I can only write what I remember. I reckon there'll be 2 more instalments after this. Please keep the feedback coming as it really helps me along!! Joey joeyboi@y7mail.com I watched as my brother Nathan jacked his fleshy smooth dick with his eyes tight shut and his spare hand rubbing over his warm thin stomach. With his boy's cotton pyjama pants tugged down below his knees he'd rub his stiff up and down, concentrating deep inside himself, not open to distractions. When he got close he would wiggle his feet and toes and ankles and start thrusting his head from side to side against his pillow, face clenching tighter, until he pulled his tanned legs up to his chest and squirmed with a massive dry orgasm that seemed too shake through his entire frame. He'd stay in that position for a little while, eyes clenched and breathing through his teeth, and then slowly unfold his little footballer's body and his breath would slow and his soft lips would open and he'd fall into an exhausted sleep having barely managed to pull his pyjama pants up and leaving half his hips and his tummy exposed. It was fucking amazing to see. I got to observe Nathan like this for the first few months of us jacking off in his bed. Although I'd seen him semi-hard at the pool some mornings I was surprised to see that his smooth dick curved upward when it got rigid and pointed toward his belly button. When I got stiff my teenage errection would point up to the ceiling like a flagpole, but Nathan's curved, and his hand worked horizontally as if he was trying to tug his cock closer to his chest and face. It looked fucking cool. Even though I'd climb into his bed pretty much every second night, for a long time it felt like we didn't really know what to do with each other. I enjoyed watching him and tried to time my orgasm with his dry squirm, but mostly he'd just glance at my dick and get on with his own session, only acknowledging the fact that I was even lying next to him once or twice. One thing he would always do is let me crawl over him to get to the other side of the bed. Nathan was left handed and I'm right handed, and when we first started, our arms would bump into each other awkwardly once we got going. With me over the other side, we were able to lie much closer side by side, sometimes rubbing our arms together, and I'd feel the heaving of his chest and the warmth of his skin as our outside hands whacked to the same rhythm. The other thing was that Nathan started getting really, I mean really, interested in my cum. We had started doing it in the afternoon, after school, taking off school shirts and jumping into his bunk with our grey school pants and striped undies pulled down to our knees, stroking it together for a massive afternoon release. Mum and Dad worked and Sammy went to afternoon group, and although we'd hardly look at each other all day at school, or even talk to each other on the way home, when we got to our room Nathan would pull off his school shirt and next thing we'd be lying next to each other in his bunk, arms rubbing close to each other, feeling the heat and vibrations as we worked our sticks with schoolboy urgency, him thinking about getting to football training on time and girls he had seen during the day, and me catching glimpses of his stiff white penis, his heaving boyish chest and muscly little legs. One of these afternoons Nathan opened his eyes just in time to see me blow a massive squirt watch it land white and wet on my stomach. `Is that cum?' He asked as if I'd been hiding it from him all this time. `Yeah' `Fuck.' He said. You could tell he was really interested. `Did you know babies come from that?' He asked. `Well, first it has to fertilize...' `Is it sticky?' asked Nathan who was not in the mood for a science lesson. `A bit.' I said. We both looked at it in silence for a while as his boyhood dick shrivelled in his hands, and then I wiped my spoof off my stomach with a t-shirt. Nathan was genuinely impressed and I was glad to have something over my little brother again, just as I was beginning to feel that he wasn't really that much interested in anything I did. Over the next few months we started sitting next to each other on the side of his bed, naked smooth thighs rubbing against each other or bouncing in rhythm as we talked about how good it felt on our dicks, and he talked about girls at school, and whose tits we'd caught a glimpse of. It wasn't long before we started showing each other how we did it to ourselves, reaching over to each other's dicks and demonstrating how we held it, and squeezed it, and stroked it to make it feel good and to get a `speshie' Nathan's made up word for his `special feeling' or orgasm. `It's massive' said Nathan shyly when he first put his hand on mine and I was overcome with pride and the realisation that my cool little brother Nathan was a little bit embarrassed by our size difference. His hot little footballer's hand on my dick felt fucking amazing too, even though he was a lot fucking rougher than I was on myself. I stroked his smooth stick more gently, trying to show him how to be soft with it, and once I even spat on my hand and rubbed it into the tip of my little brother's dick, pulling his foreskin back and massaging his knob for him. He shuddered, and in one action pushed my hand away and grabbed his stiff, tugging it furiously till he fell back onto the bed with his legs lifted off the floor and squeezed his knees up to his chest. I watched him orgasm a massive one, his face clench until his eyes tight shut. "Fuck!" He said. "I cum!" Although there wasn't much evidence of it that first time, it wasn't long before Nathan was pointing out drops of fluid on his uncut dick. Nathan's obsession with cum, looking at it for ages, touching it, didn't stop as the months went by and his load got bigger and he started getting the first hairs at the base of his dick. He was definitely still a boy with his childish face and innocent neck but with his shirt off, his fit chest and his first pubes, he was becoming a teenager. He was actually 12, approaching 13 by now, I was almost 15, and Nathan, was at last started getting a bit more interested in our sessions. Mostly we would do it at night. Nathan still had to go to bed an hour earlier than me, but we worked out a code when it was his bed time. "You got an early start tomorrow Joe?" he would ask when Mum said it was time for him to go to bed. If I answered "yes", and I always did, I knew that he was horny and I'd head to bed 10 minutes later mentioning my early morning start. Nathan would be in his bunk with the reading light on and as soon as I closed the door he would be sitting up on the side of the bed waiting for me to join him. "Did you see Karen Attar's tits on the bus today?" he'd whisper. "She had her fucking top half way down" and before I was even full undressed he'd be tugging at his dick and I'd hurry to sit next to him and take it in my hand. The two of us would huddle up against each other in the semi-dark, our naked arms and legs rubbing against each other as we jacking each other's dicks the way we knew the other liked it. I've never felt closer to anyone than I did with Nathan those nights, or afternoons after school, just talking about girls while stroking each other with care, checking on each other from time to time to make sure it felt good or see how close the other was to cumming. Then slowly building each other for as long as we could stand it until we released each other's sticks and grabbed our own, bringing ourselves to a massive brotherly cum, squirting onto our legs or hands, but taking care not to stain Nathan's sheets. As Nathan started squirting fuller loads, his obsession with cum reached a peak and he started making jokes about tasting it, blowing in his hand and pretending to lick it off before laughing loudly and wiping it away. Sometimes we would stand, facing each other, straight from school, we'd pull down our pants and jack our dicks standing inches in front each other, and I'd feel the power of his hand and as it skimmed past mine. Nathan would rub under his school shirt and then cup his hand under his squirting knob, catching his schoolboy seed, and on one of these occasions, as I got close, he put his cupped hand in front of my dick and I couldn't believe how great it felt to squirt my load into his palm which was already half full of his own load. I blew three massive squirts into his hand and we looked at it together in silence. "Dare you to eat some" he said, his face a little flushed but his eyes deadly serious. "You first" I said, my dick twitching and my head still spinning from my cum. He looked me right in the eye and raised it to his face. "Nah" he said, "I was just joking" "I will if you do" I said and the tone got serious again. I could really tell it was something he wanted to try. "For real?" he said, and I nodded. Nathan lifted his hand to his mouth and my heart trembled. Our eyes remained locked and I'll never forget my little brother in that moment, trusting me, unsure, wide eyed, with no possible idea how hot his cute face and dark curly hair looked. I watched as he stuck out his tongue and then licked about half the cream into his wet lips. He made a face, but kept it in his mouth, and passed his hand to me. I took his wrist and licked the rest of the gooey stuff off his palm. It tasted awful. I looked at Nathan, half thinking that if I swallowed first he would spit his out, and so we both stood looking at each other, with our mixed up cum in our mouths. Nathan looked right at me and opened his mouth wide. Inside I could see sticky white mess of our brotherly sperm, and then he closed his eyes and swallowed in one gulp, I swallowed straight after him and next thing he was jumping around the room spitting and screwing up his face and we both drunk a ton of water but as soon as he left for football practice I reached down and blew another load with Nathan's cum taste still in my mouth. About two night's later, eating tea, Nathan , sitting across from me at the table, opened his mouth wide to reveal a mouth full of white mashed potato. "Close your mouth when you're eating!" Mum yelled, and Nathan almost spat it on his plate with laughter and I barely managed to hold it together as I felt my dick go wild against my pants. By 13, Nathan had grown into a hot, fit teenager with a reputation around school for his excellence in football and for being a little bit wild. Once on the bus I heard two girls sitting behind me say that they had seen Nathan S___ on the football field with his shirt off and he looked sooo hot. Sitting in front of them I thought to myself, you've got no idea that I wanked his teenage stiff just that morning before school and that I licked the cum off my fingers when he went for a shower. Nathan's dick had grown almost as big as mine and we often stood facing each other, him holding down the bend in his dick, and measuring up against each other. About this time Nathan started talking incessantly about girls, and about head-jobs and blowies and which girls at school he heard had done it and he'd jack hard saying that girl's name and saying things like `suck my cock, fuckin feels so good', and it wasn't long before we dared each other to try it. When I say we dared, I kind of mean that he dared me, because even though he tried mine and I remember looking down to see his soft lips closed amateurishly around my thick tube, he would always lift his mouth off it coughing and spluttering and saying he was choking to death. I turned out to be a lot braver. And that's how it happened by the time I was 16 I was regularly sucking my 14 year old brother's cock for him after school, sometimes before school, and at least a couple of nights a week in bed. Sometimes we'd be so horny that we'd practically run home from school, neither of us speaking, to close our bedroom door, strip off, and get into position; Nathan perched on the side of the bed with his arms behind him and his legs open, his thighs smooth, tanned and hairless and his dick dancing with stiffness, and me, his big brother, either next to him leaning over, or actually on the floor in front of him, taking his beautiful curved dick into my mouth and pulling back the foreskin as I held the firm base in my hand and slipped my lips over the soft flesh. Him talking about girls at school, saying their names and what they were wearing as he rocked his teenage hips back and forth and I'd taste his pre-cum leak salty and sweet from his dick, and then I would taste it change flavour and I'd know he was getting close, and his leg would start shaking up and down and I touched his balls and he'd press his palm against my forehead and push my head away and then grab his wet dick and with a single stroke make it explode all over his stomach and leg and the sheets and then shake it, and when he went to the bathroom to get a towel, I'd wipe some up with my finger and taste his teenage sperm all warm and meaning business. Somehow the little brother, older brother, relationship changed during that time and Nathan's confidence grew as his boy dick grew into a teenager's. As for me, I was happy with the way things were. At school I had my own friends, and in the pool Sammy and me were emerging as champion swimmers, but Nathan and me really didn't have much in common in terms of our friends or music or school interests, and as brothers we really would have just drifted more and more apart over these years. Instead, we grew closer and closer, sharing some of our most powerful and intimate moments. One of those moments, and only one, we shared with our youngest brother Sammy. But that's a different story.