Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2012 05:04:23 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Why I Turned Gay

Why I Turned Gay


I turned gay because my brother had sex with a girl. Well, that's not
exactly true. The fact of the matter is I realized I was gay after watching
my brother have sex with a girl.

I guess I should give some background first.  My older brother is William,
everyone calls him Billy.  He is fourteen and a half and is in eighth
grade.  Me?  Robert is my first name, but everyone calls me Bobby.  I am
thirteen and half and also in eighth grade. Yeah, my brother and I are in
the same grade at the same school.  How did that happen?

Well, it goes a long way towards describing my brother and me. We are total
opposites; okay not total opposites, but we are really dissimilar.  I've
got dirty blonde hair, it's kind of long, and Billy has dark brown hair and
it's very short.  I've got blue eyes and Billy has brown ones.  I am shy
and Billy is outgoing.  Anyone that knows Billy would describe him in two
ways; one, he's a jock, and two, he is big.  My brother is probably, no,
not probably, is the best basketball player and the best baseball player in
our middle school.  He's better than some of the guys in high school.
Adults talk about him to my parents all the time about his future in
sports.  Everybody likes him, especially girls.

I said Billy was big.  He is six feet, two inches tall!  He weighs in at
180 pounds!  He is really thick, but not fat, although I hear adults say he
still has some "baby fat."  Not really.  Now I'm not that short, I'm five
feet, five inches and that's normal and I'm 120 pounds, also normal.  I'm
not skinny, but you wouldn't describe me as muscular. It must be said, if
you put Billy and me side by side, there is no way you would think that we
were related.  Oh, by the way, Billy isn't a dumb jock.  Yeah, I'm really
smart and got skipped a grade, but Billy is a good student.

Okay, this is embarrassing, but Billy and I are different in another way;
I'm a virgin and Billy isn't.  I haven't had sex of any kind with anybody,
just myself; no one, not even fooling around with other guys.  Yeah, I've
talked about sex (with girls) with my friends, but that's all. We are not
required to shower after gym class, so I don't. I don't want to get naked
in front of my classmates.  I try not to look in the locker room, but
sometimes I do.  I kind of knew that I wasn't interested in girls, but
everyone, including my parents and Billy, just assumed I was shy and would
be interested eventually.  I thought that, too.  I knew, though, that I
thought about seeing other guys erect and even seeing them masturbate.  I
never saw another erection until I saw my brother's just before he had sex
with a girl.  Okay, I had seen my brother naked a few times accidentally in
the bathroom, but we had separate rooms so we dressed and undressed behind
closed doors.  So you're probably wondering, are my brother and me
opposites "down there?"

The answer is yes.

I don't want you to think that I have a small penis, I don't. I would
describe myself as average: I'm circumcised, my penis hangs down a couple
of inches, I've got some dark pubic hair on my scrotum and some above my
penis and my erection is five inches long. Okay, just five inches long, but
I'm not small.

Billy's different. Billy is big. He's big in every way. Even as muscular as
my brother's thighs are, his scrotum really stands out; it doesn't hang
down far, but it's enormous in a deep, ruddy brown color. Each of Billy's
large, full testicles can be distinctly seen. Billy's penis hangs down a
good four inches. Its girth is considerable. Billy is circumcised like I
am. The head of Billy's penis can only be described as magnificent. It is
fleshy pink and flared wide. It forms a fully separate knob rimmed by a
purple corona.

I knew, and everyone else knew, that Billy was big down there because you
could see the bulge in his jeans. Because of his size Billy always wore
jockey shorts, especially when he wore warm-up pants. Even though I've seen
my brother's penis a few times in the bathroom, I didn't want to think
about it. Maybe I felt guilty since he was my brother and all. I did know
that the girls in school would talk about my brother because I overheard
snippets of conversation and often I would see girls giggling; I knew what
they were talking about and I was kind of embarrassed.

I had heard rumors that my brother had "gone all the way" with a girl, two
different girls actually. I doubted that this was true, but I certainly
didn't talk to my brother about things like that. I did know that my
brother had "made out" with girls and had even "felt them up" and "fingered
them." Well, I didn't know about that last one for sure. There wasn't any
doubt, however, that girls were interested in my brother and my brother was
interested in girls. I was going to have any doubts cleared up about my
brother's experience with the fairer sex and, more importantly, I was going
to have any doubts cleared up about my sexual interests in short order.

I knew my brother was interested in a girl named Aaliyah. She was in my
social studies class. Aaliyah had skin of a beautiful light caramel color
and wavy black hair. She stood out among the other girls in that she almost
never wore jeans and almost always wore skirts. Aaliyah, it was very clear,
was "boy crazy." I knew she was interested in my brother because I heard
her talking to her friends in our social studies class. I really didn't
think that much about what was said because girls were always talking about
my brother and I sort of tuned it out. But, I must've heard part of the
conversation because there was talk of Billy and Aaliyah "hooking up." I
was going to see hard proof of this after school.

It was a Thursday afternoon and I'd planned to do a makeup math test after
school, but my teacher had an unplanned meeting to go to, so it was
postponed until next week. I grabbed my stuff from my locker and started
towards home. As I walked down the path through the woods, I noticed my
brother and Aaliyah farther ahead, walking together. My brother had his arm
around her waist and she had hers around his. I then saw my brother slide
his hand down and reach slightly up under her short plaid skirt and give
her cheek a squeeze. She pushed his hand away, but then gave a grab of her
own. They turned right heading down towards the VFW baseball diamond. I
followed. I saw Billy go in the side door to the meeting room that was
below the bleachers. I was curious as to what was going on. I snuck around
back between the building and the bushes to secretly peek in through the
window of the meeting room. What I saw and heard changed my life.

Billy and Aaliyah hadn't turned on any lights, but I could clearly see what
was going on inside; I could hear most of what was being said. They had
both dropped their books and were kissing passionately. My brother was
running his hands over the front of the Aaliyah's sweater and also up under
Aaliyah's plaid skirt. He was definitely "feeling her up."

"Take off your panties," I heard my brother say in a husky voice.

Aaliyah kicked her flats off her knee-sock-clad feet and slid her cotton
panties down and off. They both went back to kissing.

"Take it out if you want to see it," my brother suggested between kisses.

They broke their embrace. I could see the front of my brother's nylon
warm-up pants being pushed outward by his thickening cock. Aaliyah pulled
at the elastic waist of Billy's track pants. I felt my own penis engorging
and I was already leaking pre-come into my underwear. I was jiggling my
legs with excitement, squeezing my scrotum and swelling penis in between my
legs. Both she and Billy pulled his pants down to his thighs. I could see
my brother's muscular buttocks in the taut white cotton of his
jockeys. Aaliyah handled Billy's package.

"Ohh ... yeah," my brother sighed with satisfaction.

"Are you sure you want it?" Billy asked.

Aaliyah nodded her head yes. My brother pulled his underwear down. And
there it was. Aaliyah gasped and so did I. Billy's thick member stood out
prominently in the dim light of the room. The column of flesh visibly
pulsed, rising ever higher with each beat of my brother's heart. I reached
into my own pants and began stroking my turgid shaft.


"It's standing up for you, baby," my brother said with obvious delight.

It was.  My brother's erection must have been nearly seven inches long. It
was really fat in the middle like a sausage. I'd never seen anything like
it. I was so keyed up that it took my breath away. My eyes must've been
bugging out of my head. On top, my brother's glans flared widely and came
to conical point. The rim was all purple. I stared at it.

Aaliyah grabbed my brother's firm shaft, giggling coyly, but I could see
the lust on her face, her lips parted and eyes glistening. After several
moments, my brother took Aaliyah's upper arm in his hand.

"C'mon, let's fuck," Billy said, direct and to the point.

He turned her towards the wall and they embraced. I could see Billy's upper
thighs and buttocks. Aaliyah held my brother with her arms around his
neck. She gave a hop and I guess my brother lifted her, I could see him
squat slightly. She had her legs around his thighs. He reached down and,
although I couldn't see it, must've grasped his shaft in order to insert
it. The blood was pounding in my neck and I was breathing in sharp pants. I
was almost ready to come. Aaliyah groaned as she adjusted herself higher in
my brother's embrace. Then I heard it.

"Ohhhhh!"

Aaliyah let out a high-pitched moan as my brother's cock must've entered
her cunt. I lost control.

"Ohhh ... God!" Aaliyah cried out as my brother's phallus penetrated
deeper. Her legs rose.

"Unngghhh!" Billy gave a deep grunt of satisfaction.

I couldn't stop myself; huffing and puffing, I came in my pants. Over and
over again, I spurted. It wouldn't stop. I could see my brother fucking as
I spasmed; his thighs and buttocks thrusting. After what seemed like an
eternity, I regained my senses somewhat. I stopped jerking my penis and
caught my breath.

I was fearful. I knew I had to get out of there; I couldn't be caught
watching my brother. I pulled my hand out of my pants, still sticky with
semen and grabbed my books and practically ran away from the VFW field. I
could feel the sopping wetness surrounding my barely softened dick in my
cotton briefs. I looked down and saw a dark, wet stain leaking through the
top of my fly. I covered myself with my books and made my way home. What I
had seen kept running, again and again, through my head.

After letting myself in with my key, I dropped my books in the hall and ran
upstairs to the bathroom. I pulled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, undid
my jeans and pulled them down. I looked in the mirror and saw the broad wet
semen stain at the top of my jockey shorts. I pulled my briefs down and
started rapidly masturbating in the mirror. I thought of Billy's cock; its
size, the large purple head. I thought of Aaliyah crying out in ecstasy as
my brother entered her. I came again.

I've replayed what I saw that afternoon, repeatedly. I can't stop thinking
about Billy's cock. I want to see it. I want to hold it. I want to have
it. I think about watching him fuck. I don't know what to do. I want
Billy's cock, but nobody can find out. But, one thing's for certain, I know
now what I want and I know that I'm gay.


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