From: dragon@nni.com (Sunday Jones)
Subject: Skeletons in Every Closet.  [True] (teen male/boy & boy/boy)
Date: Sat, 12 Jul 1997 22:12:48 GMT

Skeletons in Every Closet.  [True]

Part 1  written Saturday, July 05, 1997 by Sunday Jones


	I'm not sure when my big brother forgot what a blowjob was but
I sure can remember when he had recalled 
the act and the fact that he enjoyed receiving one very much.  He was
twelve years old before his hormones had 
kicked in and driven him to the level of horniness where even his
little brother was a viable source of sexual relief.  
What he had forgotten, or pretended to forget was that it wasn't me
who gave him his first blowjob. 

___________Digression___________
 
	When I was 3 or 4 and my brother was 7 or 8 we had a
babysitter who watched me all day, and Jack from 
after school until our parents got home sometime after dinner.  Our
babysitter had a 15 year old son, Ramsey, who 
was basically put in charge of us while his mom took care of her own
kids, as well as the many kids she babysat for 
each day.  Ramsey's room was in the attic.  Half as large as the house
with a long sloping ceiling that ended a few 
feet off the floor, his room was only accessible via a narrow creaking
staircase that entered the attic proper which 
had the only door to his bedroom.  It's pretty funny really, I can
remember the room exactly.  The colors of the 
walls, the twisted rag rug, the hard wood floor in need of sanding and
varnishing, and the bed, especially the bed, 
covered in a faded blue spread and pushed against the far wall are
never hard to recall.  I bet Jack couldn't tell you 
the color of that bedspread for a hundred dollars, but then again, he
has always been a jock, and I was always the 
smart one.  To be fair to Jack, it wasn't him who slept in Ramsey's
bed on the nights we stayed over while our folks 
were out of town.      
	Many afternoons, soon after Jack and Ramsey would get off the
school bus and get into the house I knew 
we would be going upstairs.  His mother thought we were going to work
on Ramsey's extensive model car and 
airplane collection but that is far from what went on up there.  (I
wish I dared ask my mom for some specific dates 
so I could get an idea of when this stuff began but we aren't speaking
anymore.  I know it was going on for well 
over a year when we moved to a larger town twelve miles away and that
was the year I started kindergarten at 5 
years of age.)  Once in his room with the door to the attic stairs
locked and the door to his bedroom locked he would 
remove my pants or shorts depending on the season and Jack would
remove his own.    I remember he feeling of 
intense naughtiness that came from having my bottoms on when it wasn't
bath time and the special thrill of knowing 
it was to show our dicks to Ramsey.  After a little fooling around
with him running his hands over mine and Jack's 
legs and rubbing our "peters" (Ramsey's name for them) until they got
stiff, he would boost me up onto his twin 
bed.  I'd scoot back and lean my shoulders on the wall the bed was up
against.  Jack would jump up next to me and 
lean back beside me.  This was the way it always was when Jack and I
were both there.  I can't for the life of me 
recall how it started or when it first happened which is a shame since
everyone should remember their first blowjob.  
Jack and I would lean on each other, my shoulder against his warm
chest while Ramsey knelt on the edge of the bed.  
I still almost giggle when I remember this because Ramsey was getting
in the position Jack and I were taught to get 
in to say our bedtime prayers.  Ramsey always started on me first.  He
would take one of my thighs in each hand and 
spread my legs a little bit.  Then he would lean in close and start
licking my peter and balls.  He would lavish long 
wet licks all over me from the top of my thighs to my belly button.
I remember the combination of pleasant warmth 
and gentle tickles his mouth produced.  He would eventually suck all
my genitals into his mouth and lick and suck 
them until I couldn't sit still.  He would hold my legs steady while
he sucked on my but my feet and upper body 
would be writhing and wiggling against Jack's side.  Sometimes Jack
would lean close to see what was happening 
and other times he would just put his arm around me and close his eyes
until it was his turn.  After a  while (no I 
didn't have orgasms then it just tickled and felt nice) Ramsey would
stop licking and sucking me and dry my groin 
with a washcloth he kept next to his bed.  When I was dry and clean he
would move over to Jack.  
I remember Jack being more eager than I was and now I understand why.
He would spread his legs, 
sometimes putting his right leg over my left pinning it to the bed.
Ramsey would do the same thing to him, licking 
and sucking him while Jack scrunched his eyes closed and pulled me
very close to his side.  The longer it went on 
the tighter Jack held me in his arm in a kind of half bear hug.  Being
curious I'd let my head rest on his ribcage to 
better stare at Ramsey's pink tongue licking and probing my big
brother.  I remember watching him bob up and 
down fast on my brother's circumcised dick, sometimes going so fast it
would slip out of between his red lips and 
I'd see the bright pink tip of Jack's peter shine in the sunlight
coming through the window.  Eventually Jack's 
breathing would get faster and he would start bouncing on the bed in
time to Ramsey's bobbing motions on his dick. 
I guess he was able to have orgasms because his breathing and moving
would get faster and faster until finally his 
whole body got rigid and his arm held me pinned wherever I was when he
had his dry orgasm. After he had stopped 
wiggling and was laying still Ramsey would dry off my brothers wet
crotch and let him hop up and retrieve his 
underwear and pants.  Once Jack was dressed Ramsey would let him out
of the attic and he would go out and play 
until dinnertime several hours away.  When he got back up to his room
I would usually still be sitting on his bed 
since I knew very well that touching his models or other stuff would
make him unhappy and I never wanted this big 
boy I loved to be made unhappy by my behavior.  With the doors locked
again and just the two of us in his room he 
would finally remove his own clothes and strip down to just his white
briefs.  I can't remember him not having an 
erection at that point in the proceedings and not looking forward to
getting the chance to play with it.  What went on 
when Ramsey and I were alone is another story,  but this one is about
Jack's interest in getting his dick sucked.

___________End of Digression___________

	When Jack was 12 and I was 8 he rediscovered the joys of being
sucked.  I'm still not sure how it came up.  
Maybe he heard some other boys talk about it, or maybe he finally
realized exactly what cocksucker means in a 
literal sense, but somehow he got it in his head that he wanted his
dick sucked.  
	Jack was pretty good at getting what he wanted from me.  By
the time he wanted me to suck him he was 
pretty much the only member of our family I felt safe with.  Combine
that with a boys frequent masochistic desires 
to please the person he idolizes most in the world and my pretty good
memories of having done this sort of thing 
before I wasn't hard to convince.   
One afternoon when we were home alone and had been swimming in the
little lake out back, diving and 
jumping off the little dock we fished from when it started to rain.
We ran inside and went through the sliding glass 
doors directly into our room.  We shared our room with our stepbrother
and 2 half brothers but we were alone in 
there at that day.  As soon as the door was closed and the rain was
pelting down we both stripped off our swim 
trunks.  I toweled dry fast and pulled on some sweat pants but Jack
didn't seem to be in any hurry to get dressed.  He 
slowly moved around rubbing his crotch and legs with his towel.  His
big (to me) dick and balls flopped around in 
their nest of brown hair.  I know now that he was very developed for
his age, having nearly six chubby inches at 12 
but since I'd seen it so often as it grew it wasn't startling.  As I
watched him his eyes moved to my face.  I knew he 
saw me watching but instead of covering up or finishing getting
dressed he kept on with his show.  As I watched, his 
dick grew longer and thicker until it stood up on its own.    The tip
glowed a brighter pink from the toweling and the 
shaft stretched until there were no wrinkles left.   It looked at
least as big as Ramsey's had, and as fat but not as long 
as the other dick I had seen erect at that point.  
Finally Jack walked over to sit on the bottom bunk of one of the sets
of beds pushed into the corner of the 
room.  He sat on it and parted his knees.  It was that position that
made me think of the after school games in 
Ramsey's bedroom years before.   He beckoned me over and I went.  I
had a hard time looking at his face.  My eyes 
kept sinking back down to the bobbing penis in his lap.  When I got
closer he motioned me to kneel and asked if I 
wanted to look at it.  I didn't answer but I got on my knees between
his legs and stared closely at it.  I could almost 
feel the heat radiating off it as I got within a few short inches of
the smooth skin and crinkled hairs.  In what was 
almost a whisper he told me I could touch it.  I didn't hesitate much
before I wrapped my hand around it and kind of 
squeezed it.  My early lessons had taught me these were things you do
slowly and gently and not a part of the body 
you get rough on.
I wrapped my hand around it more firmly and stroked it up and down a
little.  I used both of them to kind of 
massage it as I moved them up and down in a familiar way.  I felt it
pulsing and getting harder under my fingers and 
expected that to end soon with him shaking like he used to.  Instead
he touched my shoulder and pushed my head 
closer to it while whispering to taste it or give it a kiss.  I
hesitated a little more but still couldn't meet his eyes.  I 
stared at it as studied it.  The tip was a very bright pink and looks
so hard and smooth it didn't seem real to me.  It 
looked very clean and shiny.  The skin was shiny from the extreme
erection of it, pumped to its limit with blood, not 
from any liquid or precum.  It looked so clean I decided that's where
I would taste it.  I stuck the tip of my tongue 
out and slowly licked the tip.  My tongue must have seems bumpy and
rough compared to the smooth shiny skin it 
ran over.  It had no taste.  He smelled and tasted like nothing unless
it was a faint scent of lake water.  He started 
mumbling to me.  Almost nonsense words, just encouragement to get me
to go on.  The first lick was no trouble so I 
kept going.
His hand on my shoulder crept up my neck and circled behind it.  He
didn't use his hand to force me to 
suck him deeper; he used it more as a guide, to move my lips and
tongue to new areas to taste.  I licked and kissed 
from the shiny grooved tip down the smooth but looser skin just around
his circumcision scar and down to where his 
dick's skin got saggy and loose to form his ball sack.   He moved me
side to side as well as up and down until I got 
back to the tip.  Once there he asked me, in a very polite and almost
pleading way to open my mouth and suck it.  
There was power in his asking.  Power he was granting me.  He knew
then that I could make him feel great if I 
chose to.  Jack was no rapist but neither was he the fairest guy
around.  It never occurred to me that he should do any 
of this stuff back to me in return for the pleasure I gave him.  It
was my choice, I could suck him and make him feel 
good if I liked, or I could refuse and probably never be asked again
because I had disappointed him.  It made me feel 
almost giddy as I decided to do it.
I parted my lips and instinctually wrapped my lips over my teeth.  It
was another memory that stayed with 
me from that attic bedroom.  No teeth should touch the dick.  I slowly
sank my mouth down on it.  Unlike some 
things in my life, sucking did not come naturally to me.  It took all
my concentration to keep from choking when I 
sucked more in then I should have.  Also the angle was wrong since his
dick curved away from me.  Despite my 
troubles he seems happy with my performance.  It didn't take long
before he was moaning and having trouble sitting 
still.  I kept going since I was now on familiar ground and when I
felt is dick get really hard and a salt taste started 
on my tonight I pulled my head off and went back to stroking him.  He
didn't shoot pints, but a few healthy squirts 
shot out and onto over his belly and chest.  Some more drained out on
my hands and into his pubic hair but I didn't 
stop stroking.  I kept milking his dick until finally he gently pushed
my hands away.  I rocked back on my heels and 
watched him close his eyes and breath heavy.  It was a hot day and the
rain had made it more humid in our bedroom.  
His body was glistening with sweat and I could see the shiny droplets
of it shine in his pubic hair and under his 
arms.  Eyes closed he reached for his towel and mopped up his belly
and his pubes.  He tossed it to me without 
opening his eyes and I wiped my lips and hands and let to fall by the
bed.  He thanked me in that near whisper and 
opened his eyes.  He smiled at me and brushed his hand through my crew
cut.  I looked up at him and probably 
looked like a  puppy who had just been told he was a good dog.  I
remember how I was bursting with pride at having 
made Jack feel so good and how his hand felt rubbing my fuzzy scalp in
a way he only did when he was too 
embarrassed or busy to hug or kiss me.  
He pulled on some briefs and a pair of cut off jeans and climbed up
onto his own bed which was one of the 
upper bunks (this had all happened on my younger half-brother's bed).
He told me to go on and watch TV that he 
was going to take a nap.  I followed his suggestion and went out to
the family room to snuggle into a  bean bag chair 
and watch TV.  I don't even know if I had gotten hard while sucking
him or not, but I doubt it.  This wasn't about 
sex to me, it was about making Jack happy.  I know I never touched my
own dick on my own initiative at that point 
even though I was getting to the point where I'd touch any other dick
I could get away with.
That was just the first time I sucked Jack after he had started
puberty.  I ended up doing it countless times, 
always with no reciprocation.  We would do it any place we were alone.
After he got his drivers license when he 
was 16 and I was 12 I even remember doing it in the cab of our
stepfather's pickup truck on the way back from 
town.  

(This is true)  More chapters may be written if the mood hits me.