Date: Sun, 25 Apr 1999 03:34:19 PDT
From: Chuck Guy <cr_nj@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Video

The Video  by Chuck Root  (cr_nj@hotmial.com)

All the ususal..if you're not 18, etc. etc.

A semi true tale from my youth...

This Summer's vacation was boring.  My parents dragged me and my
brother all over the state looking at historic sights.  The only great
thing was they spent some bucks on a video camera that I recently had
some fun with.

My name is Chuck and my brother who is a year younger then me is Jeff.
We got along okay but every so often he would be a real pain.  He was
forever stealing my grass or beer.  It was no different today. I got
home and wanted to roll a joint but most of my stash was gone.  It had
to be Jeff.  I started looking around the bedroom we shared and hoped
to find it but everytime I looked in one of Jeff's favorite hiding
spots I found something beside my reef.

There was a pack of rubbers hidden under his socks in his dresser and
a bottle of Jack Daniels in a cowboy boot in the closet.  I checked a
hollowed out school book that he used for his extra cash and found 15
dollars. I looked under the bed and found several pairs of shoes, a
few months worth of dirt and a pair of my underwear briefs. Mom always
bought Jockey underwear for me and Hanes for Jeff so she could tell
our stuff apart.  We both were the same sizes. It was obvious that
Jeff had jerked a couple of loads into these Jockeys of mine and that
really annoyed me.   I mean everyone jerked off but why did he always
have to shoot his loads into my stuff.

It suddenly dawned on me that there were interesting marks in the dust
that layered the floor under the bed. It looked as though the bed had
been pulled away from the wall and then pushed back.  Maybe my stash
was back there.

I pulled the bed away from the wall and looked. There was a black
plastic video tape box tucked behind the headboard and when I opened
it there was an unlabeld tape.  I couldn't resist.  I took the tape
down to the den and figured I could watch it before anyone got home.

The tape started out just like so many of our vacation tapes that Dad
had made.  There was a jumble of static lines and then a picture
materialized.  This one wasn't too historic though.  It was abvious
that the video had been made right in Jeff's and my bedroom.  The
camera must have been on its tripod.  It stared stiffly at my
brother's bed.  Jeff entered the picture from the left and turned to
face the camera.  He had on a T-shirt, jeans and high cut sneakers.
The same clothing that he always wore.  I could tell that the tape was
pretty new because his hair was short.  He had always kept it pretty
long until his most recent hair cut.

Jeff grabbed the lower edge of his t-shirt and pulled it up across his
chest, and over his head, sliding it off his arms and letting it drop
onto his bed.  His teen chest had a hint of hair between his nipples
and a shadow of darkness under his arms. He stood there for a moment
and then began feeling his chest and stomach.  I noticed a faint
darkness of hair that ran down from his naval. His eyes would close
every so often, but he mostly looked into the unmoving camera.

His hands moved down his flat stomach and over the waist of his jeans.
One grabbed at the growing bulge in his jeans and the other moved up
and down his thigh.  He stepped out of his unlaced high cuts, levered
his belt open, unbuttoned his jeans and dragged his fly open.  My
brother now stood there on the TV screen.  His jeans loosely hanging
on his narrow hips.  His solid arms and shoulders bare.  His chest
lifting in deep breaths.  Nervous hands moved back to his fly and
pushing his jeans down his legs. He stopped at his knees and stood
back up.  The jeans rested in a crumble between his knees and around
his ankles.  Bright white Jockeys still covered his bulging teen cock
and balls.

It annoyed the shit out of me.  There he was in Jockey underwear...my
Jockey underwear.  The video showed him standing there rubbing his
growing cock as it tried to push itself out of the briefs.  One hand
gently stroked the rigid tube while his other cupped his balls as they
rested in upside down Y of the soft cotton pouch.  The head of his
cock was trapped right at the waistband of the briefs.  A dark spot
had formed where precum juices had soaked into the single layer of
cloth.  It spread as Jeff continued his slow jerk off.

My own cock was stiff with excitement.  Watching my brother's home
made porn had turned me on.  I stood there in the family room with a
hard on cought in my own clothing. Without any thought I stripped
enough of my own clothing open to release my cock.  I sat in my Dad's
recliner and began jerking off. It was a video circle jerk with my
younger brother.

The movie star had now stepped out of his jeans and was pushing the
underwear down his legs.  He stepped out of them also and now was
naked except for a pair of white socks.  It was the first time I could
examine my own brother at my leasure.  Brothers usually see each other
naked but now I was watching without fear of being caught.  He looked
more like my twin than a younger brother.  His cock was big and dark
with a dark brown man/boy bush  of pubic hair at its base.  A pair of
heavy balls hung loose with heat.

Jeff fucked his fist for a few more moments and then sat onto the edge
of his bed.  His legs spread wide as he leaned back, his cock stood
stiff above his balls.  His hands stroked and pulled at his meat and
balls on the TV while I did the same thing sitting there in my Dad's
Lazy-Boy. Both of us moved quickly toward orgasm.  He shot his creamy
load up onto his chest .  I did the same.  We both ended up cleaning
the cum off ourselves with a pair of Jockey underwear.

I knew this wouldn't be the end of this tape.  I had made some real
interesting plans in the last few minutes....


I hid the video tape in my own secret spot and in its place in the
plastic box, I left a note. "Not bad little brother...could use better
direction."  I put the box back behind the headboard.

I didn't have long to wait.  Two days later, Jeff was waiting at the
back door when I came home.  He was pissed and frightened.  It took
about ten minutes to calm him down and then about another 20 to make
him see the reality of the situation.  I think they call it black
mail....my little brother Jeff and I had our first session that very
afternoon.

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I told Jeff that if he cooperated fully, I would make sure I was the
only one who saw his video tape.  I made him understand that there
really was no other choice.  I also told him that I was serious about
it. I was going to initiate my little brother into true brotherly
love.  He was going to do everything exactly the way I wanted.

I ordered him up to our room.  He walked ahead of me as we went up the
stairs.  His buns working behind faded jeans at my eye level.  I
carried Dad's video camera.  At our bedroom door Jeff looked back over
his shoulder asking questions with his eyes.

"Get inside." I answered without a smile.  He obeyed and I closed the
door as we filed into the bedroom. "Stand over there and don't give me
any shit.  You'll do exactly as I say."  He moved towards his own bed
and turned to face me and the camera that now rested on my shoulder,
capturing the scene. "This time we'll do it with a little more style
and art Jeff."  The lens stared as I directed, "Start with the
sneakers."

Jeff stood still.  He looked scared.  I watched through the video
camera viewer.  His emotions were obvoius as they played across his
face.  I zoomed to a close up as a single tear formed in his eye. It
welled up and ran down his cheek. "Please don't do this." he begged.
"Please don't make me."

I zoomed back to an upper body shot. "Jeff. Do it. Get the sneakers
off."  He bent to unlace his sneakers.  He stepped out of them and
stopped again.  "Now the T-shirt."  He again complied, pulling the
T-shirt off.  Tears now flowed from both eyes. He wiped at them with the
crumpled cotton shirt.

"Now start rubbing yourself and then take your jeans off."  His hand
mechanically rubbed at the fly of his jeans.  A hard on started.  "Now
the jeans." I commanded.  His fingers unbuttoned waist of the pants
and pushed the zipper down.  He again bent as he pushed his jeans down
his legs and stepped out of each leg.  He stood facing the camera in
white socks and underwear.  Jeff's cock pressed against the briefs and
tried to push past the Hanes waistband. His chest rose in a few deep
sobs as the tears continued.

"Please." he sobbed.  "Please don't do this."  He stood there scared
and looking at the ground.

I started to react by demanding that he pull off the last clothing
covering his excited cock but I never gave the orders.  I realized I
couldn't make my brother fear me.  I couldn't do this to him.
Everything told me that it was wrong.  I lowered the camera from my
shoulder and just watched him.  His head came up and his eyes begged.

"Forget it," I said.  "Get dressed."  He kept crying.  The tears and
sobs just got to me.  He stood like a beaten animal.  I put the camera
down and walked to him.  I wrapped my arms around his bare shoulders
and pulled him to me.  I kept repeating, "I'm sorry."

We stood that way for several minutes.  Jeff seemed to be calming
down.  The sobs disappeared and the tears dried up.  I held him for a
short while longer but finally let go and turned.  I left the room.  I
was the one who felt embarrassed.

Dinner was quiet that evening.  Jeff came down and he and I just sat
without letting our eyes meet.  Our folks didn't seem to notice but
Jeff and I knew.  He went to bed early that night.  I could hear him
upstairs taking a shower and then the quiet told me he must have gone
to bed.

I went up about an hour later and quietly slipped into our room.  Jeff
was a motionless mound in his bed. I also had showered, put on a fresh
pair of briefs, like I always did for sleeping, and slipped into bed,
confused and upset that I had hurt my brother.  The dark room was
quiet but sleep seemed far away.  I heard Jeff stir in his bed.  I
looked and saw him getting up.  He stood looking toward my bed.  In
the darkness I knew he was dressed in briefs just like me.  In the
shadows it seemed like he was reaching into his underwear, holding his
erect cock.  He slowly stroked it.

He came towards me and sat on the edge of my bed.  "Move over, Chuck,"
he whispered and when I made room he lifted the covers and slid under.
We lay face to face, half-naked teen brothers.  I could feel warmth
radiating off him.  I jumped as I felt his hand settle onto my waist.
It moved up to my ribs and then back down to my hips.  My own cock
began filling with excitement.

"It was all too much too fast today.  I was frightened," he said.  I
didn't answer.  His hand now ran over my stomach, past the waistband
of my briefs and down to my cock. The warm fingers pressing my hard on
up against my stomach then curling around it at its base.  My cock
throbbed once and got harder. My brother's other hand now found the
fly on my Jockeys and slid inside. His warm hand touched my balls and
cupped them gently.  Without a word he began jerking me off, pulling
my balls and stroking my hard on.

I reached out and found his cock.  It felt so hot and hard.  It felt
so alive as it pulsed in my grip. I tugged on the waistband of his
Hanes and pushed them lower on his hips. His pubic hair showed above
the elastic and felt softer than my own.  The head on his swollen
boner was full on the top and then trimmed to a soft fold as it met
with the vein running along the underside.  My other hand searched
through the tangle of our arms to seek out his balls.  They moved as I
craddled them.  We pressed closer together and kissed.  Our tongues
wet and hot as they met.

Jeff's leg moved up between mine, prying mine open. My legs tightened.
I could feel Jeff's cock getting ready to explode.  A slippery layer
of pre cum juices covered both our dicks.  We both knew we were ready
and our hands moved faster.   Cum exploded from both of us.  Jeff's
hot jism splattered onto me and him, mixing with my own explosion of
cum.  It covered our hands and bellies. It soaked into the cotton of
the briefs we still wore. The excess was dripping onto my bed.

We said nothing.  Breaths slowly returned to normal.  Each of us held
his brother's softening cock, warm and wet.  I could almost hear our
heartbeats in the silence of the room.

Jeff was the first to move.  He rolled onto his back, pushed his Hanes
down his legs and off. He used them to  dry himself.  He slipped out
of my twin bed and padded, naked back to his own.  We both lay quietly
for a moment and then Jeff spoke. "It's dry over here."

I got up and walked to my desk.  I pulled open one drawer and reached
up under the desk top.  I removed the video tape that started this and
went to my brother.  In the shadowy darkness I handed it to him. "I'm
sorry."

"Thanks." he answered and then..."Maybe we can do one, but...let's
both star in it."


Hoped you enjoyed