Date: Sat, 14 Aug 2010 21:41:29 +0100
From: dd dd
Subject: Marc 1 - The First Weekend

It all started when I was 17. I had my first real girlfriend and had had
all my 'firsts with her. First kiss, first blow'job, first sex... My first
threesome... But more about that later.

As I said, I was 17 when it first happened. My girlfriend and I had been
seeing each other for about six months and had been having regular
sex. Unfortunately, she was away to the Middle East for 6 weeks to see her
family, who has moved their for work, over the summer. So I was reduced to
using my hand. I hated it. I'd used it plenty before DD (Not short for he
name, but a damn good reason for being with her, if you catch the drift),
but now that I'd been used to sex, or blowjobs at least, wanking was not
the same at all.

I'd been wanking about two or three times a day the first week when it came
to the weekend and that meant my step-brother Marc, who was 16 at the time
and a little nerdy, was due to come over. Basically all he did was sit in
the bedroom and play computer games. He never socialised with his dad and
step-mom (the other way around for me) in the living room, which meant I
had no chance of a sly wank or two during the day. I was going to have to
have to wait until he was asleep to be able to satisfy myself. I couldn't
wait. Well, I had to actually.

Eventually, 11 or so came and it was time to switch off and go to bed. I
waited about 15 minutes, which was when Marc usually nodded off, before
starting to play with myself a little. Before I could get to going for it
properly, I heard a shuffling sound from the mattress on the floor below. I
peered down to see Marc, with his head towards me, facing down, fucking his
hand. He went at it for a minute or so before looking up and I guess seeing
me and stopping. For some reason, this turned me on so much I started to
stroke myself, all the while looking down towards Marc hoping he would
start. He didn't however, so after a minute or so, I stopped. Well, I guess
we were taking turns getting horny from each other as Marc took this as his
signal to go for it. He went a bit faster and longer this time, so when he
stopped, I did the same. A little faster and a little longer. I think we
took about four turns each before I exploded all over myself. Marc carried
on for one last go, then waited for me to start again. Obviously I couldn't
at this stage. I could see him looking up hoping to see my covers move
again, but it wasn't to be. After about five minutes of waiting, I made a
quick jump for the door and to the bathroom to clean myself off. I don't
know if Marc came or not, but when I got back to bed sleep was upon me
pretty quickly. That was the best wank in a long time!

I awoke in the morning and hoped for a repeat performance, but it was
pretty much daylight and would have been far too embarrassing. When Marc
awoke, we carried on like we normally would and didn't mention anything
about the night before. Marc was staying over again Sunday night as it was
the summer holidays, so maybe a repeat at night was on the cards...

The hours seemed to drag before bedtime came on Sunday night. I wanted to
guarantee a repeat of the night before, so before we switched off and 'went
to bed' I put on a couple of the phone sex channels, flicking through the
scantily clad women. I made sure I was good and hard for a while before I
turned the Tv off and said goodnight. I knew what a goodnight would mean to
me. Hopefully Marc felt the same... He did. I started off this time and
could feel him watching me. I peered out of my peripheral vision, and sure
enough, he wasn't just getting turned on at the sounds tonight, he was
watching my covers move too. So, when it was my turn to listen, I looked
too. His covers were shuffling and his head was bobbing up and down. At one
point he looked up and our gaze met. So I started to stroke myself. This
time, Marc didn't stop. We were staring at each other, wanking away
furiously. Me on my back looking down and him fucking his hand looking up
from his mattress below. After two minutes I blew my load. And it was even
better than last time! Again, Marc carried on without me, hoping I would
start up again. I couldn't. I would have, but there was no way. I had to
wait ten minutes this time, with my cum getting really tacky on my stomach,
before I thought it safe to run naked to the bathroom. What a weekend. It
felt like my first few wanks ever. The cum was so hot and powerful. I
desperately needed a repeat next weekend. After all, DD was still away for
another five weeks...