Date: Fri, 04 Dec 1998 18:55:03 PST From: Michael Kiddmore Subject: The Secret This is an original, heretofore unpublished and unposted story. The Secret by Eric I grew up in a small rural town. The town was, and still is, very conservative and religious. Classes in elementary school sometimes had to cover two grades just to have enough students to justify a teacher. It was clean and safe -- a good place to grow up. Without the street influences of the big city, the kids were just as conservative as their parents. I still have a strong sense of ethics from growing up there, but have lost the naivete of my early youth. This is the story of the start of my discovery. I was 13. I had played with myself and knew how good rubbing felt, and even had gotten a few drops of precious pearl-white liquid to ooze out. I knew what it was, and that I was at last growing up. My folks had explained all the basic sex stuff to both me and my younger brother, Derek, but with the basic religious admonishments: save yourself -- don't screw girls and don't jack off (they used `pollute yourself' or something equally as stupid). The guilt flowed as freely as the jizz, but nothing that felt that good could be that bad. It was spring break from school. The weather had turned warm and my 14 year old cousin Steve had come to stay with us for a few days. Dad was at work and Mom had to take my brother Derek shopping for Easter Sunday clothes, so Steve and I had the house to ourselves. We were playing in a field near the house and Steve said he had to pee, opened his Levi's, pulled down his underwear and let it all hang out right in front of me. I had never seen a cock except mine and my brother's that I could remember, and the sight of his big one with hair sent a tingle up my spine. I just stood there and watched him piss on a tree. He had to know I liked what I saw. We went back to the house and to my bedroom to play a game or something. Steve sprawled on the bed and I could see a rise in his Levi's. Finally he said, "Eric, would you like to see it again?" Startled, I said something goofy like, "Uh, I don't know. Why would you want to show me?" Steve opened this pants again and his pole stuck straight up, confined only by his undershorts. I stared at the rise, watching as he twisted the fabric just enough to allow his meat to jump up through the fly. There it was. I stared at it. It was like nothing I had ever seen before. It was only about six inches I guess, but to me it looked enormous. "Go ahead, touch it," he said. By now I could feel my own penis growing hard in my pants, and slowly reached over and ran a finger up Steve's shaft and over the throbbing head. Even though I wanted more, I pulled away and just stared, my own cock harder than it had ever been before. Steve wrapped his hand around the shaft and stroked up and slowly and deliberately. He asked me if I had ever done this, and I said that, yes, I had and it felt really good. "Well, whip it out and have at it," he said. A bit embarrassed to have him see my little tool, I turned around, opened my pants and started on it. "Hey, butthead, turn around so I can see," Derek scowled. I froze. I had never shown my dick to anybody else like this and it just didn't seem right. Besides, I knew he would laugh when he saw it. "Com'on, Eric. Let me see yours. I showed you mine." Slowly I turned back toward him. "Hey, that's nothing to be ashamed of," he said with assurance in his voice. "Mine wasn't that big when I was your age." Hearing that he wasn't going to make fun of me, I relaxed and sat on the bed. Steve slid over to make room and encouraged me to lie beside him. "Here, you pump on mine and I will on yours. It feels so good that way," he said as he took my hand and placed it on his cock. I started to work it up and down, and felt him do the same to me. He was right, it felt great. We both got our rocks off enjoying the feel of each-other's cock, washed up, got dressed and headed back out into the field to play. I couldn't stop thinking about what Steve and I had done. He had to leave for home the following day and I wanted so much to see and touch him again, but it was not to be. I jacked off alone that night, but was unable to forget the feeling of his hand on my small, but with good prospects to grow larger, cock. My brother Derek had just turned 11. As we had separate bedrooms we hadn't seen each other naked since we quit taking baths at the same time. I figured he still had his little boy's dick and that he didn't know mine was growing. Ever since the incident with Steve, I had been thinking about getting Derek to share with me the way Steve got me to share with him, but had trouble finding the opportunity. It was the Saturday after Easter. Dad had to go to some kind of a training workshop for his work, and Mom was going to be down at the church much of the day getting ready for the annual rummage sale. She wanted Derek and me to come along and help, but we convinced her that we would be fine at home and promised not to fight or get into trouble. I, being the oldest, was put in charge of my brother's welfare. Derek settled in in front of the television watching Saturday morning cartoons. I watched, too, but had ideas running through my head about how I could get Derek talking about what I really wanted to talk about. I couldn't use the "gotta pee" scam Steve worked on me. Finally he tired of cartoons, and I said we should go into my room and play a game or something. We sat on the floor playing a box game, but soon became bored with it. Finally, I looked up and said, "Derek, I have to talk to you about something. But what I'm going to tell you is a secret and you have to promise never to tell anybody." The idea of secret must have hit home as he put down the dice and crawled up onto my bed. "What's the big secret?" he pleaded. "You've gotta promise never to tell it to anyone else," I intoned. "Okay, I promise. Now tell me!" "You know when Steve was here last week? Well, I got to see him with no clothes on and he has a big toidee (my Mom's word for a boy's sex organ) with hair around it. Mine is growing some, but not like his." "Big deal," he whined, obviously disappointed with the secret. "I was in the tub and Dad was in the shower and I saw his and it is really big and covered with hair." Whoa, I couldn't remember ever seeing my dad nude. "Well, Steve made his get big and hard and he let me touch it," I announced in an effort at one-upsmanship. "Really? You touched Steve's dick?" Ah, it worked. "Yeah, and I let him touch mine too. We jacked off together." I had his attention now. "Eric, I know about jacking off from guys at school. I've wanted to talk to you about it but you never seemed interested and I didn't know if you even knew about it." What, big brother not know about it? "Yeah, I know all about it and do it almost every day. I can even get creme to come out," I replied confidently. "Wow, I like to rub mine and stroke on it but I can't make juice," Derek said with a tone of excitement. "Would you let me touch yours like Steve did?" I was a bit taken aback by his forward approach, but then I always a bit more shy and hesitant about things than he was. "Sure," I replied, "I'd like to do that with you." "Mom and Dad won't be home for a long time. Want to do it now?" he suggested. Without answering I pulled off my tee shirt and noticed he was doing the same, off came the pants and we were both standing just in our undershorts. "You go first, Derek," I prodded. "Why, you gonna chicken out?" "No, I just want to make sure you won't," I retorted. "Let's just do it at the same time," he suggested. "On three. One...two...three!" We both dropped our jockeys and stood there looking at our brother's naked body. I climbed up on my bed as Steve had done, and motioned for Derek to lie beside me. He did so willingly. I reached over and took his little cock between my fingers and moved up and down the soft pliable shaft. He reached over and did the same to me. Almost at once I could feel myself become hard and swollen. "Gee, Eric, yours is starting to grow. I wish I was as old as you." Ah yes, big brother rules! We laid there for several minutes stroking each other's hard rods, not saying anything. Derek broke the silence. "Eric, can I see you get juice out of yours?" "What?" I replied as if I had not heard him. He repeated the request. "I want to see you jack off until you squirt." "Okay," I said, "but remember this is all secret. You can't tell anybody." "Don't worry. I know lots of secrets and I don't tell," he stated defiantly. He got up and stood at the end of my bed, playing gently with his own hard little cock as I laid there and pumped mine until the I could feel the fluid building. I began to thrust my hips a bit, could feel my asshole tighten, and there it was, my spunk pooling in my navel. I laid there panting. Derek watched and finally again was first to speak. "I can't wait until I can do that. It looks like you really feel good doing it." "Yeah, it feels great," I said, letting out a long slow breath. I wasn't prepared for what happened next. I got up and went into the bathroom to clean myself off. When I returned to my room I expected him to be dressed, but he was sitting on my bed naked, obviously waiting for me to return. I started to reach for my underwear, but he stopped me. "Eric, remember I said I know lots of secrets? Would it be bad if I told you one of them?" Derek asked with a certain level of concern in his voice. I laid down on my bed again, wondering what kinds of secrets this kid could have. "That depends. I guess you'll have to tell me to find out," I said. "Well, you know my friend Charlie? His brother Chris is just a little older than you and they do things to each other like this all the time. Charlie even told me that Chris lets him put his cock in his mouth and Chris sucks on it. Charlie says it's the best feeling in the world." I sat bolt upright on the bed. "Eric, would you let me put mine in your mouth?" The words hit me like a bolt of lightning. I just sat there, stunned. "Please, Eric. If you will suck on mine I will suck on yours." I knew Chris. I had heard about blow jobs at school but never dreamed of getting one, let alone giving one. I couldn't picture Chris doing it. I never dreamed that Derek would even know what one was, let alone want one. I guess I didn't know little brother, or some of the other guys at school, as well as I thought. "Uh, I don't know, Derek," sputtered from my lips. "Are you sure you want to do that?" "Yeah, I'm sure. Charlie wanted me to suck on his but I told him he was crazy and came home. Now I can't stop thinking about it, and I would rather do it with you than anybody else." "And why do you want it to be with me?" I queried. "Because it would be our secret and we couldn't tell anybody. I trust you not to talk, but not Charlie." Of course he couldn't trust Charlie. After all, it was Charlie that was talking about him and Chris doing it, I was thinking to myself. Almost surprising myself, I said, "Okay, I'll do it but you have to suck me first." Derek climbed back on the bed between my spread legs. He reached over, stroked my already growing cock and then just bent over and took the whole thing in his mouth. He sucked. He sucked on me the way he would trying to get a thick strawberry milkshake up a straw. Lots of suction, no motion. There had to be more to it. "Derek, I think you need to move your head up and down on it while you suck," I suggested. He did so and immediately the feeling swelled. He kept it up for about a minute, then stopped and said, "Okay, your turn." I argued that I wanted more, but he was done and wanted his. He laid on the bed and I assumed the position he had held and gently lowered my quivering lips toward his small but throbbing head. I licked at it, up and down the shaft. Then I swirled my tongue around his now dark red head. He moaned with ecstasy. Finally I took the whole thing into my mouth and did as I had asked him to do. "God, Eric, that does feel great!" I heard him say. I kept it up for a couple minutes and quit. We got dressed, knowing that one or the other of our parents could arrive home anytime and the last thing we wanted was for them to know.