Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2018 14:37:22 -0600
From: Rocky Hawkins <justwriting@soniq.org>
Subject: Was it like this for you?

Title: Was it like this for you too?

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truth to it. But, as narrator and protagonist, I am not really that
creative. So, you can decide if I made it up or not...

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"Uh, ow, no, wait...Josh, it hurts... stop..." I could feel my whole body
tense up, as my brother attempted again to push into me.

He slowed, but the pressure still persisted. Until now, he had only just
gotten the head in, and I could barely breathe. "I know it hurts at first
Dade, but it won't get better until you get it all in and used to it."

He pushed again, and my body sent spikes of pain. His hips pushed, and with
each sliver he got in deeper, he
spoke. "I.. gotta.. get.. all.. the... way... IN!"

And then, it happened. All 6" of his uncut, teenage cock was in me. My eyes
were wide, a mix of pain, and fear. I couldn't breathe; the sensation of
his length was taking my ability to inhale.

He lay still, his hands on my naked hips, his chest hovered over my
shoulder blades. He had done it. He was inside me. And, he loved me, so he
was being patient. I, however, wasn't doing well.

It was the first time we had tried this. Neither of us had any idea about
how to relax, or that we should be using real lube instead of the hand
lotion we found under the bathroom sink. I mean, this is the 80's. It's not
like we had some magically encyclopedia of sex, or video library of how
it's done. No, it was just us, my 17 year old horny brother Josh and me, 14
year old Dade. Our town's library didn't even have sex education
books. Trust me, I looked.

He moved his hands from my hips, the weight of his body now fully on me,
and reached around my chest. He hugged me close, and whispered. "Dade, how
ya doing...?"

I caught my breath, and my body fought the intrusion. I thought it was a
good idea at first, but now I'm regretting it. I mean, it wasn't even MY
idea. Josh told me that the farmhand and him did it once, and that it felt
really good when he got poked. He's never lied to me, but now I'm wondering
how this could feel anything but painful.

"Marcus taught me that you just have to relax... getting it in was the hard
part," he continued. "I swear, you just need to relax, like you're gonna
go... just loosen up... just a little..."

He started to wiggle a bit, and each movement continued to spike. I gritted
my teeth, and slammed my eyes shut. Josh said they did this a couple times,
and that it made him feel really good... I have to try to relax...

He started to pull out a little, and I froze. My backside tensed, and I
felt him slide back. Then, he pushed in again, and the warm feeling of his
balls pushed against mine. I focused on that feeling. Then, he did it
again. I felt something change. The spikes, the pain I had; it was
subsiding. I could feel the rub from Josh's hardness along the sides of my
body, inside and out, and then... my chest loosened. My heart slowed. I
felt a sensation of release. I was... relaxing. I mean, my body was. Well,
the part of my body that was locked like a vice grip, the part that Josh
was now sliding in and out of, was finally... letting it happen.

"Woah, Dade, there it is... what... oh yeah, this is it!" his motions began
to go faster, as his dick slid in and out of me with less effort. "You did
it... you're relaxing.. how's it feel, buddy..."

It didn't feel good, yet. But, it no longer felt bad. My hands, which up
until now had been ripping into the blankets, with white knuckles and
taught arms, moved back to feel behind me. At this angle, I could feel
Josh's arms now on my chest, holding me tight as his hips slid up and down
against my backside. My hands slid down the sides of his stomach, and I
felt the motion of his hips. He was making them churn a bit, circular, and
the feelings of that in my hands finally started to make sense to the
sensations happing inside my hole.

I could finally start to make sense of things. His dick, now a rhythm of in
and outs, was starting to feel good against the tightness that was once
locking him out. I exhaled, and I think i began to moan, as his motions
went from choppy stabs into a soft, consistent motion. I opened my eyes to
the dimly lit room of our two bedroom apartment, knowing that the 11pm on
the clock meant we had 3 more hours before mom would be home. It was a
familiar time for me, as I watched that clock many times before when Josh
and I would stay up late doing other things.

"So you do like it, now, huh, Dade?" Josh was panting now. I could feel the
sweat begin to make us sticky as his chest rubbed on my back.

"It's feeling better," I offered. It still didn't feel 'good', but it no
longer hurt. Really, it just felt like I was full. What made me feel good
though, was that Josh was clearly enjoying it. From the mirror on the side
of the room, I could see his whole body flex and push as he slid in me over
and over. This past year, he had grown much taller, and joined the
basketball team. He was now almost 6'3" with perfect skin and abs that you
could crush a walnut on. You add to it that he was the nicest guy on the
planet, an Eagle scout, and helps out at the homeless food bank, you can
imagine why he's my hero.

Of course, last year, he was only 5'6". He was clumsy, and his voice was
scratchy. Had pimples, and scraggly, greasy long hair. His blue eyes and
his smile were his saving features, even if he had braces. But it all faded
this summer. Now, all the girls like him, the boys on the team want to be
him... even me. And I'm on track too! I have grown a couple inches this
year, making it to 5'5". I have been running on the track team and I am
certified woodsman on the Scouts, so I do all the wood chopping and
loading. I even worked on the Carson's farm this summer; I got a great tan,
and worked shirtless with the guys. I many not have abs yet, but I am
strong, and solid. And, I can take what Josh gives me, like a man! He says
that all the cum he gives me will keep making me even more strong, and make
my dick as big as him someday. Right now, it's only 4" uncut; Josh told me
that he was that size when he was 14, but I seem to remember it bigger.

His pumping started to get faster, and I think I felt him get harder. In
the past, I always knew that the signal for his cum was when his dick would
get bigger. "Are you gonna... cum... in me, Josh?"

"Yeah, little man, I'm gonna do it like a real fuck, just like a girl..."

He pushed harder into me, and faster. I had been so zoned out, that I
didn't realize.. I was hard myself! I felt the familiar sliding of my
foreskin against the soft fabric of the sheets. I reached down to my own
cock and gripped it. I didn't pre-cum like Josh did, but I was able to
bust. My hand was tight on the fabric and my tummy, and each thrust of Josh
pushed my cock into my fist.

"Are you jerking it, little bud?" he exclaimed, slowing a bit. I nodded,
and he pushed into me harder. "That's fuckin' awesome, Dade. Maybe I
can... <thrust> make.. <thrust> you... <thrust> cum..."

My eyes went closed again, and the sensations changed. No longer did I feel
any pain. Something in my body began to swell, and I could feel each thrust
of Josh's thick cock hit it. I was close, so... close.

"Josh, don't stop! Something..." My lungs filled with air, and I let out a
low and long moan. My cock burst into my hand, unloading 2 days of built up
cum onto my fresh-cleaned Tonka-Truck sheets. "...feels sooooooo goood!"

Josh must have felt me let go, cuz his hands grabbed my sides tight and he
pumped hard. "Fuck, I'm cumming.. I'm cumming... I'm cumming I'm cumming
I'm cumming I'm cumming....." and I felt it. His body pushed itself
completely into mine, and his dick began to pulse, just like it does in my
throat. He was cumming, and it felt like a big one. He moaned, "ugh, ugh,
oh, ugh, yeah..." with each pusle, until he collapsed on top of me.

With a heavy sigh, he reached under me. "Did I... make you cum?" he asked.

I didn't say a word, but then, I didn't need to. His fingers rubbed the bit
of my cum he felt onto my back. He was spent, panting into the crook of my
neck, his full weight now on top of me. "Fuckin' stud, man. You came
bunches!" he laughed.

"I couldn't help it," I said, slightly embarassed. "So, uh, that...uhm.."

He read my mind. "So, little buddy. That was sex. Well, kinda like making
love. I mean, with two dudes, anyway." he breathed. "Didja Like it?"

I smiled, my own breath finally slowing down. "Not... at first," I offered.

"Yeah, I know. I didn't think it would hurt as bad as my first time, since
he was so much bigger," he paused, pulling slowly from me. I gasped a bit
as the feeling of his thickness pulled from me, replaced with an empty,
wet, gaping feeling. His arm stretched out, and soon I was wrapped in a
bath towel from the waist down. He pulled me back in, now on my side, to an
embrace.

Josh had told me about his first time. Last summer before this one, the
farm hand at our summer job had caught my brother and me playing around - I
was sucking on him, and he always came in my mouth. That night, the farm
hand, Mark, took him for a ride on the quarter horses. I had to go back
home, and Josh didn't get home to almost 10pm. Mom was mad, but Mark
assured her it was ok. I listened through my bedroom door as Mark explained
how the horse had run off, and if it weren't for the long ride, they would
have lost her. In the end, Mom was thanking Mark and congratulating
Josh. When he came in, he told me the real story.

"I got LAID, dude! I did! Mark and I totally did it!!" he said, with no
shame, as he closed the door. I hopped up from bed, as his enthusiasm
rose. "Dade, the stuff you and I do was NOTHING compared to this., It
was... fireworks. I mean, it hurt like hell, at first. He is... so
big. But, dude, it was like, we fit so well - once he got going."

His story sank in. I got sad. As he explained how good it was - when they
went to the abandoned farm house, how Mark took him to the hay loft, how he
massaged his back, how Mark made Josh cum twice, and how sexy he was
underneath his farm clothes - I was hurt. Josh was MY brother, not
his. Josh and *I* get to do the sex stuff. What if Josh started doing this
stuff with Mark, instead of me!

But then, on that secret night two summers ago, he told me the best part.

"Little buddy; don't worry - you're always my number one man! When you get
old enough, I'll make sure you'll feel as good as this. I just, you know,
can't hurt you - and you're way too little for the butt stuff. But, we will
get there, if you want!"

I smiled, now, thinking back on that night. Mark never invited Josh out
again, and for a bit, I think Josh was hurt; but that day set something a
blaze between us. From that night on, he and I played around almost every
night. Most times, I would play the baby cow, and Josh would be the
Momma. He would ask me to drink my dinner. Then, as I got older, and I
could make milk of my own, Josh would try to make me the momma. It was
great. Of course, by then we knew it wasn't a game anymore, and we knew we
were both into guys. But, tonight, he had fucked me. Tonight, we were
connected. Tonight, Josh didn't ever need to think of Mark again.

"Hmm," he hummed, cuddling me into him, tightly. He compressed my chest
with his arms, and nuzzled at my neck a bit. I snapped back to the now as
he commented, "I think you liked it, right? We can try more stuff like it
next time..."

I nodded, then paused. "Yeah, once it was all going... it was good. And,
well, I mean..." I pointed to the spurts of cum still on the sheets, now
giant globs of wet.  He looked up over my shoulder, laughed, and pulled me
in. His breath got heavy on my neck, and soon I felt the gentle lift and
fall of his chest.

We fell asleep like that, my body filled with his cum, his strong arms
around me. He was a lot like the men I fell in love with on TV - strong,
and kind. Willing to do the right thing. He had a killer smile, and his
body always smelled like Irish Spring. He never lied to me, or teased
me. In school, we had no shame riding with me in his car, or rustling my
hair after class. I felt very safe with my brother. And, even when it hurt,
like tonight, he still made it feel good. I loved him.

And you know, it was like this for years. Even when Josh took the job on
the farm down the street; even when I finished school and moved into town
to take classes at the community college; even when he tried to date girls
and broke their hearts... He always came back to me. He always held me
tight afterward.


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