Date: Sun, 30 Jul 2017 23:41:13 +0100 From: Robert Thomson Subject: STRANGER THAN FICTION WARNING: this includes explicit descriptions of sexual activity between teenage brothers. Any readers living in a jurisdiction where such material is illegal or who are likely to be offended by it are advised to leave the site at once. Remember to donate at http://donate.nifty.org.html Robert (Jamie) Thompson writes: STRANGER THAN FICTION Most have heard the common saying that truth is often stranger than fiction. There's plenty of tales about brothers getting up to things with with each other, very nearly all fiction, but here's something that is just that: the complete truth. My classmate Phil was my best mate all the way through school from the week when we were both starting at Upper School until the day we finished just short of 18. Ours was an all-boys school, one of that kind that went back several hundreds of years as a charity, and there was all-girls school not far away, set up a bit later as something the same. Of course, both schools were in buildings that were not very old. Phil had a younger sister who was at the all-girl school and an older brother called Thomas (always just Tommy). He went to a different school not far away from where Phil & I went and he was a little over two years older than Phil & me. I had often been to Phil's house so I knew his sister and his brother and he'd often been to mine. There was only me: no sisters or brothers. Outside school, the two of us spent hours together doing all the usual boy things, going around on our bikes, swimming and stuff like that. Soon after we finished school, Phil moved away to where he landed a very good job in a company building aircraft engines, and just a little later I went to work in architect's drawing office not far from home, so I went on living there. Needless to say, Phil and me kept in close touch, and we were both pleased when I was transferred to another branch of the same architect only to find that it wasn't far from where Phil worked. After that, we used to meet up at a pub for a few pints and a long chat. I knew that Phil's older brother Tommy had gone to join the Royal Marines. Once, when the two of us were chatting away in that pub, I said to Phil how I had always admired how well he & Tommy got on together. Phil said,"Huh! Not always like that, believe you me. When we were younger, we often fought like crazy, sometimes really hurting each other and both getting a good slap from our dad and made to shake hands & give each other a hug. Sure, by the time I was something like 12, we two got on fine. Tell you something else, Jamie, Tommy and me were a lot closer than anyone ever even guessed." I asked Phil what he meant by that. He looked at me for a couple of minutes, like he was thinking about what to say. Then, looking straight at me and putting a hand on my arm, he said "What I meant, Jamie, is that my brother fucked me: that's it. It was a long time ago now" (both of us were in our early 20s) "so I don't mind telling you. We've known each other for that many years, and I know you'll keep it to yourself!" That really took my breath away. After a moment I said something like "Hell! How did that happen, Phil? Did he force you?" "Force me? No way! And it happened a good few times after that first time." That was an even bigger surprise. Then I plucked up enough courage to ask Phil to tell me more. Here's what he said. You can't have forgotten all that nonsense at school, Jamie. We talked about nothing much else except football & wanking. I don't reckon that there were any of us who hadn't been trying to make it work, just getting that lovely shiver and then only one or two watery little spurts long before any of us could produce the real stuff. My brother Tommy was doing it and he knew I was doing it. We two were both in Year 2, Jamie, just short of 14, when mine came properly for the very first time, three big strong spurts of it on my belly when I was lying flat on top of my bed, like slimy thin milk, with an amazing feeling going all the way through me with each spurt. It felt so good I thought I was going to faint. It left me out of breath and my mouth all dry. Just as soon as I'd got over it I got off my bed very carefully with a hand there to keep it from getting on the bed or dropping on the floor, making for the bathroom to clean myself up. That was when Tommy saw me. He was in there just out of the shower and drying himself. He knew right away what had happened. All he said was "Oh, Phil! You did it! Welcome to the club!" He got hold of some tissues. I stood there while he wiped most of the mess off me. Some drops had gone in among the few hairs I had just above my cock. Then he made me get under the shower just to make sure it was all off and there was none left under the skin over my cock, waiting there until I was done and helping me to dry off. So, Jamie, after that there was like absolutely no secrets between Tommy & me. To tell the truth, I was secretly jealous of how big a cock my brother had, and all the curly ginger hair he had just above it, and that faint little line of it growing up just short of his belly-button, but of course I never let on. Once in bed, I always kept feeling my balls, kind of wishing that they would get as big as my brother's. His looked very solid, not hanging down, more like tight and close under his big cock. Well, the next thing that happened was only a couple of weeks or so after that. Tommy & me were both in the bathroom brushing our teeth and having a quick face & hand wash before getting to bed. It was summer at the time. I always slept in an old pair of boxers. My brother had always slept naked for as long as I could remember, so I was in the old boxers and Tommy was naked. I was making for my own room when he said something like `Hang on a mo, Phil. Got an idea. Might be fun. Come on' and he went towards his bedroom with me right behind him. He closed the door behind us and then sat down on the bed. To be honest I had no idea what he had in mind, so I just stood there, but I could feel my cock stiffening up enough for my boxers to stick out at the front, and I was finding it impossible to keep from looking at my brother's cock there between his legs, with his skin beginning to go back all by itself and the big purple head of it starting to show. He just grinned and pulled my boxers all the way down round my ankles. When he did that, my stiffening cock kind of sprang up as he pulled them down. We both laughed. I kicked the boxers off. He turned the bed cover back, lay down on his back, beckoning me to lie down alongside him. By that time, my cock was pretty hard, not a total hard-on, but with my skin beginning to go back, athough I hadn't touched it. When my brother reached over and put his fingers round it, it went completely hard inside a couple of seconds. It was really exciting. I could feel my balls tightening up. Looking over, there was Tommy's cock really stiff, his skin all the way back. `Now, Phil, how about I give you a really good wank? Promise, it'll feel better than you ever did for yourself. You OK with that?' I nodded eagerly. `When you're done, you can do it for me. I'd like that!' He sat up alongside me, starting to wank me quite slowly, stroking my balls very gently with his other hand. It felt lovely. I just lay there with with my legs wide apart, looking down at his fingers working my skin all the way down and all the way back up. He was grinning, watching the expression on my face. I could hardly believe he was actually wanking me. He went on like that, never letting up, just slow steady strokes. I lost track of time. Maybe he'd been doing it for 10 minutes, or 15, or 20, but then I began to feel the way it starts: kind of a warm numb feeling deep down, hard to know whether it's in belly or in balls, maybe both, and everything tightening up. I said `Oh! So good, Tommy, that feeling!' He kind of speeded up the way he was wanking me and gripped my cock a bit tighter. Right away I felt my spunk coming surging up through my cock. It jerked & throbbed, the waves of that feeling so strong that I shut my eyes. Then the first spurt came, and another, another, jerk after jerk, feeling it landing high up on my belly. I couldn't keep from grabbing Tommy's arm. He kept on until it was all over, starting to hurt. He took hold of my cock again, very gently squeezing out a few more sticky drips. I was still shaking a bit, out of breath and my mouth really dry. My brother sat there, just smiling at me. `Well, how was that? Good? You sure got plenty of spunk, I'd say pretty good for your age. Look, all over my fingers, thick & sticky. Here, let me clean you off before there's any mess on my bed. Spunk soon goes wet and runs down. Look, a little pool of it in your belly-button after just a few minutes. You'll have to learn what to do when you do it alone. There's going to be more and more of it as you get a bit older.' He used an old blue facecloth of his, wiping me clean. I said my mouth was still dry. He went off to the bathroom with his big cock waving about and came back with a glass of water for me. I sat on the edge of his bed to drink it, feeling pleased with myself and a lot better. Tommy was lying back down on the bed, just playing with his hard cock. I said thanks, meaning the drink of water, not him giving me that wank. `OK, no need to thank me, Phil, only doing my duty as your brother. Be sure to tell me if ever you want a hand with it again. Anyhow, it's something over a week since I had a wank, so I could do with one right how. Look how hard I am, so hard that it's hurting me. Return the favour, brother, OK?' I got back on the bed, sitting up close to him. I tried to get my fingers round his cock, same as he did for me. My hand was not all that small, but his cock was so thick that I could just close my middle finger & thumb round it and no more. Not only was it thick, but the same thickness all the way along with like a hard ridge of muscle on the underside. Another time when he let me measure it with a ruler when it was completely hard, with the ruler along the top and its end right up against his belly, it was just over 8", and that was when my brother was a week past his 16th. Doing my best to close my fist round his cock I went on wanking him. He said I had a good touch. I don't remember much except how hard and warm his cock felt. Like I said, we both had our skin. Mine always covered the head of my cock, pulling back by itself as my cock was getting hard. Tommy's skin was even longer than mine when his cock was soft, but as soon as he started to get hard, his skin went right back very fast, and when I was wanking him that first time, I was amazed to find how easily the skin went all the way back and then all the way forward to cover the big swollen shiny head of his cock, somewhere between red & purple. Once or twice I asked him if I was doing it OK for him. He just grinned and nodded and I went on with it. I suppose I'd been doing it for him like that for about 10 minutes when I saw some drops of something clear & sticky oozing from his cock. What was this? `Pre-cum, Phil, that's what, means I'm not far off. Keep going like you are. Smear it over the head of my cock & all the way down under my skin if you like'. I did it and went on wanking him. Only a couple of minutes after that, he went `Aah! Aah' quite loud, then `Now, just a bit faster, and grip just a little tighter. Don't stop until I say! God! Here it comes! Oh!' All the time I was wanking him, his cock stayed as hard as ever, but at the moment when he gasped like that, I felt it go even harder in my fist. It jerked and throbbed. I had my eyes glued to what was happening. His balls had gone right up, just like two big lumps below the skin under the curly hair at each side of the start of his cock. At the second jerk of his cock, a really strong spurt of spunk came shooting out, landing just past his belly-button, followed by another one even stronger, going all the way to the top of his chest, and two or maybe three more like that, big white splashes. I had my face close to his chest, and I thought that there couldn't be any more, but two more came one after the other, hitting me on the side of the mouth. Still wanking him, his spunk was all over my fingers, much thicker and whiter than mine was until I was maybe a year older. When I put my tongue out to lick it off my mouth, it tasted salty & bitter, not a bad taste. After he told me to stop, he lay there with his eyes closed, breathing hard and with both hands on his cock, squeezing it gently. I can even remember seeing his heart beating in his chest. I just sat watching him. `Wow, Phil! I needed that. You did it just perfect.' I said something like, `So much spunk, and so thick & sticky!' He grinned. `My big balls. They fill up again in no time. Come on, clean all this mess off me before there's an accident, then both of us need a quick shower.' It took a lot of tissues to get all that off him. When we went to have the shower together, I flushed all the dirty tissues down the lav. Tommy washed that old facecloth there & then with hot water. It had been blue, but my spunk had taken the colour out of it in a few places. After we had dried off, I was meaning to go back to my own bed, but my brother wanted me to get in with him, so I did, both of us naked. After all that wanking, we both fell asleep very fast, lying side by side. When I woke up next morning, my brother was already awake, leaning up on one elbow, with a grin on his face. All he said was something like`How was all that, then? Good fun? If you like, we can do the same again sometime.' I had listened to all that Phil said, agog with amazement and not once interrupting him, but I had some questions. "Did you & your brother ever have more wanks together, Phil? And anyway, how did it come about that he fucked you?" "You bet we did, Jamie, plenty of times, mostly on his bed, once or twice in the shower together. Less of a mess that way, and just like Tommy said, there was more and more spunk whenever I did it. How did it happen that I let him fuck me?" He went on to tell me. I was a about a month short of 15. Tommy asked me into his bedroom one evening. I'm pretty sure it was a Friday evening, so no school for either of us next day. I expected that the two of us were just going to have a lovely wank together and I was dead keen on the idea, looking forward to it. When we got into his bedroom and were lying naked on top of his bed playing with each others cocks, stroking balls, all our usual fun, Tommy sat up all of a sudden, taking hold of both my hands in his. He said it was time we tried something else. We had never sucked each other's cocks and I wondered what it felt like, but no, it wasn't that, although he said he'd suck my cock no trouble at all, even if I spunked in his mouth. What he wanted to do was fuck me. Could I give it a try? He promised to be very careful, and to stop just as soon as I said. Well, Jamie, it was easy to see that he really wanted to do that with me, and I didn't want to refuse, like I wanted to please him. To be honest, I was a bit scared, not scared of him, more like scared of how long & thick my brother's cock was, thinking it was impossible for me to get that inside me. After a few minutes, I agreed to do it for him. I could see he was very pleased. He got off the bed right away to find a big towel, a blue one. While I stood off the bed, he turned all the covers back and spread the towel out on the bed. I lay back down, waiting for him to tell me what do. He got me lying on my side with my knees drawn up in front of me. He had a little tube of something. When we did it another time, I found it was KY Jelly, but that first time he smeared quite a lot of it right down there between my legs. It was cold, and I felt him slowly pushing a finger inside me. Then he lay down on his side right up close to me. He had both hands on my shoulders, not holding on tight. Next thing was his cock pushing against my hole, doing it very gently but like persistent pushes. He said `Phil, try to relax. Keep on breathing. This will work, promise.' He gave another push. I felt it going in there. That hurt something terrible, like he was splitting me open. It hurt so bad that I had to put a hand over my mouth to keep from making a noise. Tommy didn't move, just keeping his cock where it was, and stroking my shoulders, asking me if I was OK. I was trying to relax and keep on breathing. I felt his cock slowly going further into me. He kept pausing, like he was waiting for me to get used to it. It was still hurting a bit, but nothing like as much as when it first went in. Very slowly, he pushed further in, little pushes, then another pause. I asked him how much more: he said it was the last two inches. I said just go on. I could feel all of it hard inside me, and it had stopped hurting. It was like his cock was going through another tight place far up in there. With all of his cock still inside me, he got me lying flat with him right on top, his arms under my chest, shoving it in and out, never pulling it all the way out, and thrusting in really deep, with his balls pressing against my backside when he went all the way in. It started to feel good. All the time Tommy was on top of me, my own cock had stayed hard. With him pushing me down on the rough towel, I started to get a very good feeling down there, like I was being wanked. He was shoving his cock in and out a bit faster, giving little gasps. All of a sudden he gave a really hard deep push inside me, just holding it there. He seemed to hit something in there again. I felt my spunk coming, surging out on the towel, warm against my belly. At that same moment, Tommy gasped `Oh, here it comes!' and he bit me on the back of my neck, not hard, but I felt his tongue there, and his cock jerking & throbbing deep inside me. We lay there like that, both sweating & breathless. I didn't want him to take his cock out of me, and we lay still with him in me for a few minutes. Then he pulled out slowly and I rolled over on my back, my belly all sticky with spunk and feeling the wet towel on my back. My brother was kneeling there, grinning and feeling his cock. It was still a bit hard even after all that, and slightly red. Off the bed, he propelled me into the bathroom, bolting the door once we were in there. He made me sit on the lav. Almost right away, a big lot of his spunk came out of me, with him standing there naked beside me. Just looking at his cock even when it was soft, I could hardly believe that I'd had all that inside me. We both got under the shower, washing each other all over. I told Tommy in there that he hadn't hurt me except at the very beginning. He insisted on feeling me down below to make sure I was OK there. I knew something had happened, but I was all tight there again just like normal. "That was some experience, Phil, and no mistake! And he asked you to do it again, a few times after that?" "Sure thing. After that first time, I knew what it was going to be like, and I trusted him to be careful. He said every time that if I wanted him to stop even after he had his cock all the way inside me, he would stop, but I never did say stop, just liked feeling his spunk pumping deep inside me, and more than once it made mine come with him shoving me down against the towel. Another thing, Jamie, he kept his promise about sucking my cock and going on until I spunked in his mouth. He swallowed it all. When he went off to join the Royal Marines I really missed him, and it wasn't just about wanking and all that. Same as you, Jamie, I got over wanking just like we all did, but at the time it seemed the best discovery ever". "When you were both older, did your brother ever say anything to you about what went on between the two of you?" "Just the once, that's all. When he came back home right after he finished his basic course in the Marines, and we were sitting alone in our back garden, he started to apologise for having fucked me, not just the once but a few times. He said the wanking was just playing about but the fucking should never have happened. So far as I was concerned, Jamie, it was something that seemed a good idea at the time, and I never felt bad about it. It wasn't like Tommy had forced me in any way, so I told him there & then he didn't need to apologise." How about that? (End)