Date: Fri, 6 Nov 2015 11:50:46 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: Showing and Telling

I've been writing dirty stories on my Tumblr – a4f101.tumblr.com –
for a while now, and I'm sharing them here with you too. There's more on my
Tumblr – more stories, from me and my likeminded buds – so come check
it out.  You can see this story, and the pic that inspired it, here:
http://a4f101.tumblr.com/post/110735490689/

This story is an original work of fiction, copyright me 2015. I own it, and
all legal rights to it. If you're not of legal age in your jurisdiction to
be reading it, do us both a favor and come back to it when you are. This is
strictly a work of fantasy.

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*****

I'd had my suspicions for quite a while - longer than was decent, but then,
nothing about this was decent. Shit, he was more than decent, of course,
but still. I'd had my eye on him. Good-looking, a muscular, perfectly
formed young body, a textbook teen jock dude, and the kind of bulge that
more than hinted at something serious beneath. I knew that kind of bulge,
knew what an unexpectedly big cock lurking in a dude's pants looked like -
after all, I had one myself. And it looked like the blessings of heredity
had continued on down the line, because my little brother was like a 7/8
scale carbon copy of me, right down to that very large young bulge of his.

Didn't matter what he wore - his team Speedo, his wrestling singlet,
football pants, baseball pants, soccer shorts, even the baggiest of
sweatpants. That bulge endured, big and suggestive and enticing. Just like
the rest of him. And he was old enough now, aware and interested enough,
that our brotherly talk about guy stuff, bro stuff, had naturally evolved
somehow into sex talk. And now, here we were, Skyping together, me and
little Jimmy, my sexy, curious, perpetually horny kid brother, growing up
as fast as the bulge in his mesh shorts as we talked deeply. Brother to
brother.

Maybe if I hadn't smoked a bowl before getting online, it wouldn't have
happened like this. Wouldn't be swapping sex stories with my little
jockstud kid brother, palming my own great big bulge as he told me about
his new adventures, his discoveries. As he listened to me telling him how
much I'd changed since I started college, how things had crystallized for
me, my fantasies and half-formed yearnings really kicking in, solidifying,
becoming very much flesh. The slow movement of his hand under his desk,
just off-screen, as I told him how I'd stopped dating girls. Quit lying to
myself, and given myself over to the natural pleasures of being with guys,
how much my world had been rocked by letting myself discover this for
real. We'd always had an easy bond, able to talk deeply about a lot of
things. Not every brother could say that, and I felt a huge dose of pride,
love, and affection for the little fucker. Well, and a lot more than
that. For a few years now, once he'd started taking on this perfect form of
his, my big brother cock had started taking on a decidedly perfect form for
him, too.

"Did you ever... think about me that way, bro?" he asked huskily, that one
hand slowly working off-screen, the other stroking his big, muscular teen
pec. I swallowed hard, like the little stud had been reading my seriously
pervy thoughts. Maybe it was the bud, maybe it was the look of guileless
curiosity on his face. I could see he needed to know. That he'd been
thinking about it.

"Yeah, kiddo... I guess, yeah, I have." I blushed hard, pretty sure I had
epically fucked up our sweet brotherly bond for the rest of our lives. But
he smiled, fuck, he smiled, that cute smile that had the girls all misty in
their pants for him. And me too, yes, of course.

I smiled back, hesitantly, then astonished as he pushed his chair back and
stood. Those damn blue mesh shorts of his, tented like crazy. Caressing
himself, giving me a direct, but kind of soft look.

"Fuck, Andy," he murmured as he felt himself up for my avid eyes. "You
know, I know you got a big dick, bro. Does it get hard for me?"

Entranced, I swallowed hard again, all dry-mouthed. All I could do was
nod. And then lean back in my chair, show him the epic big brother bulge in
my sweats. Saw his eyes light up and that cute, kind of surprised, but
pleased grin.

"I got a big dick too, bro," he grinned. "Can I show it to you?"

No words. I just nodded, and groped myself, showing him how beautiful he
was to me. My hot, sweet, funny, beautiful young jock kid of a brother. The
more I smiled, the more he showed me. Yeah, it was so wrong, but we were
both so into it. I listened to him murmur to me through the cam, about his
body, what excited him, how it responded. The fantasies he'd had, about
himself, about me, about us together. About us and our Dad, who we'd
inherited all this big young cock from. The things that brought him off at
nights, sending his thick teen cum shooting up the smooth, perfectly formed
planes of that stomach and chest. Things he'd never dared tell
anyone... until now. Until me. When I told him the kinds of things I'd been
stroking my big brother cock about too, my own secrets, ever since he as 14
or 15, he looked stunned at first, but then smiled. Something secret, and
hot, and fun, shared between two brothers. Fuck. We really were bonded
bros.

His shorts came down, and off, and I matched him. We stroked our big,
identical young cocks for each other, talking, sharing, showing.

"When are you coming home, big bro?" he half-moaned as he fisted that big,
thick, man-sized teen cock for me. "We need to... have to..."

I just nodded, stroking faster, more furiously, my cock dripping with slick
pre.

"Soon, baby brother," I moaned. "Soon, Jimmy. I'll come for you, kid. Show
you."

"Oh fuck, big bro," he moaned now, deeper, thicker, lustier. "Fuck I love
you..."

All I could do was moan, and shoot, in reply. Showing him what I couldn't
say with words. And then, moaning, eyes locked on mine through the video
connection, my little brother showed me.