Date: Mon, 20 Jan 2014 05:19:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Six Brothers and Me

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Six Brothers and Me

I was an Army brat. My father was an officer in the United States Army
assigned to NATO. From the ages of eleven to eighteen I lived in three
different countries in Europe. The attitudes about sex in Europe were
definitely different than in the United States. I know I wouldn't have had
as much experience fooling around with other boys when I was growing up if
I hadn't had friendships with European boys.

Aside from the usual kid stuff of showing cock and jerking off with one
another, which I did with American boys as well as European ones, I had
three experiences of shared fraternal incest that I doubt would've happened
in America. They were the high points of my adolescent sexual experience.


Part One Germany

My first brother with brother sexual experience happened in Bonn when I was
twelve years old. I lived with my family in a set of low rise apartments. I
was mostly friends with the American kids whose families lived in these
apartments because we all spoke English, but I also had friendships with
some of the German boys, too, especially after I had lived there a year or
so and I could speak some rudimentary German.

One German boy I was friends with was a boy named Bernhard who lived in the
next apartment building over from me and was a few months older than I
was. I didn't hang around with him all the time because he liked to get
into mischief and my mother was a little leery about my being friends with
him. He also had an older brother Richard, who was fourteen and in high
school, who was definitely way more mature than us and into much more
serious mischief like selling marijuana. My parents were right to be
concerned, Bernhard and Richard's parents weren't worried too much about
supervising their kids and they did do a lot of stuff that would definitely
get me in trouble.

One of the mischievous things I did with Bernhard for a short time was
mutual masturbation. Bernhard was keen on suggesting forbidden things to do
like shoplifting or minor vandalism. I didn't really want to do those
things, although I did a few times, because my parents were definitely more
strict than his and I would've faced a definite ass whipping from my old
man if I got caught. But, sex stuff, that was definitely something I was
interested in. Bernhard was the instigator when it came to all our
activities, but I didn't have to be asked twice if it involved sex, I was a
more than willing participant.

It all started when Bernhard dared me to show my cock behind some bushes in
the apartment complex; I did then he did, it was good naughty fun. He,
being German, was uncut; he had a long, pointy foreskin; me, being
American, I was cut.  Clichéd, I know, but true.  We both had the
endowments of twelve year olds - maybe four inches hard and a few wisps of
dark pubes.

The second or third time we did this we were in the basement trash room and
Bernhard asked me if I wanted to jerk off. I said yes and we both did it
quickly standing next to the trash barrels. We both found it exciting to
leave our few squirts of come on the cinderblock walls where somebody might
see it; not very likely as we both didn't shoot that much. We masturbated
with each other in various hidden locations around the apartment complex,
outside behind bushes or inside in the trash or laundry rooms, over the
next few weeks.

I really wasn't thinking about it consciously, but Bernhard was a cute kid,
he had dirty reddish blonde hair, blue eyes and red freckles.  Looking
back, there was a little sexual attraction, but it was more a relationship
of shared boyish hijinks to be honest.  Maybe it had to do with
testosterone levels; by the time I got to my next shared sex experience I
was crazed with lust.

One day after school, a Thursday as I remember it, Bernhard asked me if I
wanted to come over to his house and look at some "dirty magazines" his
brother had; I was all for it, but I was worried about getting caught.
Bernhard assured me that nobody would be home for a couple of hours.  We
went to his apartment and I waited in the living room while Bernhard went
back to his brother's room to retrieve the magazines.  He brought three out
and we started looking through them on coffee table while we sat on the
couch, Bernhard guiding me to the best pictures.  We were both erect in no
time.  Bernhard said, "Let's strip" and so we took off our clothes down to
our socks and underwear.  We sort of danced around and showed our boners
straining through the white cotton of our jockey shorts.  We then
alternately yanked down the front of our undies and jerked our cocks at
each other and yanked them back up.  It was the fun of being twelve.  Now,
probably we would have spent the next ten minutes jerking and would have
soon been finished, dressed, and on our way on to other boyish pursuits and
it would have been just another event in a twelve year olds day, but that
isn't what happened.

It was at this point we heard the key in the lock of the front door of the
apartment.  I just froze and Bernhard's jaw dropped.  Bernhard turned, just
in time to see his brother, Richard coming in through the just opened door.
There was a mere instant between his older brother taking his keys from the
lock and his looking up to see us both standing in the living room stripped
down to our underwear. Richard broke into a broad smile, the type of smile
that arises when an older brother knows he's got the goods on his younger
one. Richard closed the door behind him and walked towards us.

By the way, to the reader, most of the following conversation between
Richard and Bernhard was in German and, at the time, I understood about 80%
of the words, but I definitely understood 100% of what was going on.

"Well, well, well! What have we got going on here? It looks like Bernhard
is having some afterschool fun with one of his pals."

Bernhard didn't say anything at this point and I was too frightened to say
anything either.

"And look, somebody has my magazines out. I don't remember anyone getting
permission to take them out of my room," Richard said with a definite touch
of menace in his voice.

"Come on, Richard," Bernhard said with a bit of the singsong lilt, both
trying to placate his older brother and to save face in front of me.

Richard was having none of it.

"Don't you `come on' me, Bernhard," Richard said bitingly, "I told you not
to fuck with my stuff!"

Richard harshly grabbed his brother's arm; I thought he was going to give
him a beating right there. Bernhard looked really frightened. I was scared,
not knowing if Richard would deal with me in the same way after he finished
with his younger brother.

"You think you're some sort of big shot showing off in front of your
friend? You think that means you can just take my stuff?"

"N-n-nein," Bernhard stuttered.

"That's right‚ `Nein' you fucking faggot," Richard said with real venom,
"You want to do `fag' stuff with your friend over there?"

"N-n-no ...," Bernhard stammered, nearly in tears.

"No? That's not what it looks like to me! Otherwise, why would you two be
prancing around in your underwear in the living room?"

Bernhard opened his mouth to answer, but couldn't. He started to cry.  I
was mortified for Bernhard being humiliated in front me by his older
brother.

"Well, maybe it's time to show your friend what kind of fag you really
are. How about that?"

"Nnn-nn-nn ... No, Richard, please!" Bernhard pleaded.

Richard looked over at me, but what he said was really directed at his
brother.

"I bet you didn't know that Bernhard here was honest-to-goodness faggot,
did you?"

Richard looked back to his brother and twisted his arm.

"I bet he didn't tell you that did he? I bet he didn't tell you he likes to
suck other boy's cocks. Why don't you tell your friend over there what
you've been doing with some of the eighth-graders behind the school? Why
don't you tell him what you did this summer behind the pool house?"

Bernhard didn't say anything; he just hung his head, crying, his face a
beet red. Richard didn't stop.

"That's not all you do, is it, Bernhard? Maybe your friend over there
should know what you do for me?"

Bernhard jerked his head up.

"No, Richard, please, please don't tell!"

"Well, you seem to think it's all right to go through my stuff when I'm not
here and take magazines from my room."

"I ... I won't do it again! I promise. Please don't tell," my playmate
begged.

"Oh, you won't do it again. I'm going to make sure of that. And I'm not
going to tell your friend, you're going to show him. You're going to learn
the hard way."

Bernhard looked over at me, his red teary eyes expressing abject
humiliation. He turned back to his older brother.

"No, Richard, please."

Bernhard desperately pleaded, shaking his head slowly side to side, to no
avail. Richard pushed Bernhard's arm free, which he had been forcefully
squeezing all this time, propelling his twelve-year-old brother two steps
toward the couch.

Bernhard was begging quietly now, "Please, Richard, no ..."

"Take off your underwear."

"No, please ..."

"Shut up!" Richard loudly ordered. "Do what you're told!"

Bernhard lowered his cotton briefs and slipped off them off each socked
foot slowly. Bernhard had lost his erection. I had too. Richard pulled his
shirt off in one quick motion and tossed it to the floor.

Bernhard, like me, had the average physique of a twelve-year-old, a
slender, lean muscularity; not so Richard. Richard had the leanness of
youth, but his muscles had burgeoned under still smooth skin; his chest and
shoulders not a boy's.

"Kneel," Richard commanded.

Bernhard looked over at me with embarrassment before complying. He didn't
say anything, resigned to obeying his brother. Richard quickly unbuckled
his belt and unzipped his jeans, yanking them down to the top of his
thighs. Richard now looked over to me, his look one of dominance; him, a
superior teenager, Bernhard and me, just boys. Richard slowly lowered the
elastic of his underwear, watching me, waiting for me to lower my gaze.

I did.

Richard released his cock. It hung in a downward curve already engorging
with blood, its foreskin partially rolled back, halfway inside out,
revealing the end of the fourteen-year-olds glans. Neatly above were
darkened pubes, curled, but having not yet spread beyond Richard's
mound. His scrotum, a ruddy brown, had not yet been enrobed.

I felt the tip of my penis tingle at the sight of Richard's teenaged
cock. I began to erect in the cotton pouch of my jockeys. I looked up at
Richard, my lips slightly open in boyish amazement, my mouth dry. Richard
smiled and turned his attention towards his younger brother kneeling before
him.

"Suck it, Bernhard."

I saw my pal dutifully take his brother's lengthening penis and put it in
his mouth. He started sucking it. Without thinking, I hurriedly touched the
front of my underwear and rubbed myself. My boner stiffened painfully.

Bernhard, eyes closed, serviced his brother willingly. It was obvious to me
that he had done this many times before.  It didn't take long for Richard's
cock to arc upwards. In less than a minute Richard pulled himself out of
his brother's mouth.

"Turn around and lean on the couch," Richard directed.

Obediently Bernhard turned 180° and scooted up to the living room couch,
knees on the floor, elbows propping himself up on the lower cushion,
forehead pressed against the back cushions. Richard pulled his jeans and
underwear down to his ankles and kneeled down immediately behind him.

"Spread your legs and lift your butt."

Bernhard complied; his legs spread wide, knees pressing into the couch
cushions, balanced on the toes of his feet.

Richard wasted no time. He tilted his rampant staff downward and positioned
it between the now separated milky white cheeks of Bernhard's butt. Richard
began to push, his cock obviously pressing at the entrance of his little
brother's anus.

My pulse pounded and my breath came in shallow pants. I was as fully erect
as it was possible to be. I was so excited by the copulatory tableaux
before me that I touched myself only lightly, not really masturbating as I
didn't want to come in my underwear nor risk spurting on the living room
carpet.

Richard pushed with more urgency. Bernhard's mouth opened and his hands
clutched at the couch cushion.

"Ohh ... Uh ... Uhh ..."

Richard leaned down and slid his right arm under his brother's chest. He
gave a hunch with his thighs.

"Innggh!"

Bernhard gave a sharp guttural cry as he was penetrated.

"Nnn ... nnghh ... nnghh ... W-uh ... Wait!"

Bernhard moaned in obvious distress.

His brother paused while Bernhard repositioned himself; he leaned forward
and tried to raise his butt higher. Richard lowered himself completely onto
his brother's back, grasping him with both arms.

"C'mon ...," Richard quietly encouraged.

The fourteen-year-old pressed forward, introducing more of his member bit
by bit. Bernhard took it with grunts and groans. Now, well and truly lodged
in his brother's anus, Richard began hunching like a dog, giving the
steady, deep rutting sounds of copulation.

"Uhn ... Uhn ... Uhn ..."

His brother, submitting, gave high-pitched cries and whimpers.

"Oh!  Nnn-nngh!  Ohh ... Ohhh ... Ohhh!"

I stood, staring. A small circle of wetness appeared at the top of my
jockeys, clinging painfully to the cut tip of my erect penis. I had never
leaked much more than a drop before. My scrotum was tight, my taint felt
flush with heat. I felt my virgin opening twinge in sympathy to my beat off
buddy's moans as I watched him being sodomized by his older brother.

Bernhard's eyes clenched from the ordeal of taking Richard's stiff prong,
his mouth agape in pained ecstasy.

"Uhh ... Uhhn ... Ohh! ... Ohhh ..."

Richard grasped his little brother tightly, running his hands over
Bernhard's now raised nipples; his thighs pistoned slowly, buttocks taut
with fuck tension.  Richard's eyes closed in pleasure now.  Both brothers
were lost in sensation, unaware of anything beyond the rutting instinct,
the strong taking and the weak being taken.

"Unf ... Unf ... Unf ..."

Richard's breathy exertions were muffled, his lips brushing the long blonde
locks at the nape of his little brother's neck, that is, until the
inevitable end approached.  Richard's intimate exhalations became grunts
and snorts as his strokes lengthened.

"Inngh ... Innngh ... Uhhnn ... Uhhhh ..."

Bernhard's legs spread trying to temper the onslaught, thighs pressed to
the velvet fabric of the couch, his socked toes failing to fully grip the
carpet.  The slim-waisted boy cried out as his teenaged brother penetrated
him again and again.

"Ohhh!  Ohhh!"

Richard arched his back and threw his head upward as his thrusts became
jerky and ragged.

"Innnggh!!  Innggh!  Innggghh!!"

Rooted in place and flushed with arousal, I stared open-mouthed as Richard
ejaculated noisily, pumping seed into his brother's ass. Bernhard clutched
the couch cushion, grimacing as his brother had, in pushing home his final
thrusts, tilted Bernhard's ass upward, the older teen's cock forced in
almost completely to the thick base.  As his orgasmic peak passed, Richard,
gasping somewhat, collapsed onto his brother's back.

I awkwardly waited for what seemed like an eternity, but was really only
twenty or thirty seconds, while Richard caught his breath.  Finally, the
sated sibling pushed himself off of his brother's back and looked down to
his crotch to negotiate the withdrawal of his softening shaft.  He leaned
back and slid himself slowly from his brother's ass.

Richard stood up, his spent cock hanging downward, glistening, the
unsheathed cockhead pearlescent at its tip. Bernhard leaned on the couch,
head hanging down, trying to recover from his brother's determined use of
his bottom. Richard turned towards me.

"Do you wanna take a turn?" the smirking teen asked and, after a short
pause, added sarcastically, glancing at the front of my cotton jockeys,
"You look like you're up for it."

The fourteen-year-old offered up his brother semi-seriously, both to
humiliate his younger brother further and to tease and humiliate me.

"N-n-no," I stammered, ashamed at my aroused state and mortified for
Bernhard.

"Suit yourself," Richard said dismissively.

I stood there frozen in place while Bernard's older brother pulled up his
jeans and underwear.

"I think I'll go get something to drink from the kitchen," Richard stated
too loudly with a feigned casualness, "You two can continue your fun if you
want, but I would suggest you hurry up, mom's going to be home in about
half an hour. Oh, and by the way, Bernhard, you better return my magazines
where you found them or I'm gonna pound the shit out of you."

The older boy grabbed his shirt and walked off toward the kitchen. Bernard
looked over at me, teary-eyed and red-faced with humiliation. Still leaning
on the couch, Bernhard steadied himself on his hands and knees. He reached
back and rubbed his bottom with one hand. I didn't realize it at the time,
but I learned years later after regularly having anal sex with a younger
boy when I was sixteen, that Bernhard was trying to tighten his stretched
anus.

"Look, ah ... I think ... I think I better leave," I said not knowing what
else to say, trying to get out of an embarrassing situation for both of us.

"Okay," Bernhard meekly agreed.

I grabbed my clothing as quickly and discreetly as I could without
appearing to be in a rush to get out of Bernhard's apartment which, of
course, I was. Bernard moved slowly to retrieve his underwear, facing away
from me out of shame. I pulled on my jeans hurriedly, trying to hide the
fact that I still had a slimy boner in my underpants. I left my shirt
hanging out to do the same. I tried to avoid eye contact as Bernhard
dressed and I sat on the couch to tie my shoes. We did all of this in utter
silence, not saying anything to one another until I was completely dressed.

"I guess I'll be going," was all I could think to say.

"Okay," was the subdued response.

I went over and picked up my book bag which I'd left near the front door
when I came in.

"I'll see you later then," I said by way of a goodbye, reaching towards the
front door knob.

"Yeah, see you later," Bernard replied sadly.

I left.  I was acutely aware of my still erect penis in my sticky
undershorts as I made my way, thoughts and images swirling in my head,
towards my nearby apartment building. My mom was home so I couldn't do
anything until later when I went to bed.

Things changed between Bernhard and me after that Thursday.  By unsaid
agreement we never made the least mention what had happened with his
brother that day. We remained more acquaintances than friends in the year
or so before I moved to my dad's next duty station in France. We spoke in a
friendly manner towards one another in the neighborhood, but we never
shared masturbatory or any other sexual activities ever again.

What happened in Bernhard's apartment that afternoon is permanently seared
into my memory. I'll never forget the sights and sounds: Richard revealing
his large teenage penis, its foreskin rolled back; Bernhard sucking his
brother to erection; my twelve year old playmate being taken anally on his
parent's living room couch; the animalistic grunts and groans of sex.  I've
masturbated countless times thinking of what I witnessed for the first time
that Thursday afternoon in Germany.

My next shared experience of fraternal incest was of an even greater
intensity as I was not just a spectator, but a participant.  "Part Two -
France" is next.


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