Date: Sat, 27 Oct 2012 16:18:31 -0400 (EDT)
From: jonwasea@aim.com
Subject: Brother Larry

Written by John in collaboration with Nathan

My first time happened when I was teenager I was the youngest boy in our
family and since we got a tuition grant for having three children in the
same school, my parents insisted that I attend the same all boys school as
my brothers.

During the summer break my mother decided to "donate" my time for a couple
of days a week to help paint and clean the school building. I hated the
idea but as I had no choice I decided to make the best of it. This was also
the year that my body started to change, and fast! Spontaneous boners were
a constant embarrassment and I soon learned a variety of ways to hide them.

I began to work every day, painting and cleaning, with a teacher called
Larry. He was in his late 20's. He was what they called `a brother' which
is kind of like a priest but not ordained. Larry ran several miles every
day and was in real good shape. I remember seeing him in the shower a
couple of times and I had to make a conscious effort not to stare at his
smooth, slim, muscular body as the soapy water ran in a bubbly stream over
his round ass and heavy cock.

As the days passed we felt more relaxed with each other and he became more
familiar with me. He began hugging me, slapping my back and sometimes he
would lean on my shoulder as we stood back to appreciate our handiwork. He
taught me well and despite my earlier misgivings, he made the whole thing
fun.

One night we worked kinda late and I was a little worried about riding my
bike home at night without lights.

"Tell you what! If you like, I'll call your parents and offer to put you up
at my place." he offered.

"Would you? That'd be cool!" I agreed eagerly.

Larry called my mum and she was happy for me to stay, once he assured her
that I would be safe staying in his place, which was across the street. We
finished up the room and went back to his and ate a quick but satisfying
meal.

"You can jump in the shower first." he half suggested, half ordered.

He showed me where it was and left me to strip off . The hot water relaxed
my tired muscles and I had to work hard to push the thoughts out of my mind
of how many times Larry must have jerked off as he stood exactly where I
was stood now. I remembered the glimpses I had caught of him in the shower
and imagined his heavy cock growing hard. I looked down to see that I had
grown so stiff that my hard rod was almost touching my stomach.

Larry knocked at the door, breaking into my thoughts and making me jump.
"Don't use up all the hot water kiddo! He laughed.

Shocked back to reality I turned off the shower and climbed out. As I dried
myself I tried to think of the least sexy things I could, to make my boner
go down. I put my teeshirt and underwear back on and went into the living
room to watch TV. Larry looked at me and smiled as I hurriedly sat down,
trying to hide my still semi-hard cock. He got up and went into the
bathroom to take his shower.

I sat on the sofa not really watching TV, listening to the sounds of him
washing himself down, wondering if he had a boner or was playing with
himself. My heart pounded in my chest as I listened, but my disobedient
penis was firmly under control. When he eventually came out he was only
wearing a towel. I remember thinking how muscular and in shape he was and
what was more, he had HAIR. I was so jealous. Anyway, he sat behind me on a
chair and dried off, then he went and put underwear on.

When he came back he sat behind me again, then all of a sudden, he started
laughing loudly. I turned to see what he was laughing at and he pointed out
that I had paint on the back of my head and down my neck.

"Come with me." He chuckled, as he stood up.

He led me to the shower room and, unabashed, dropped his underwear and
stepped into the shower. I stood there kinda dumb-like for a minute, caught
by surprise and not sure what to do.

"Come on! Hop in! What are you waiting for? Stand in front of me and I'll
get that paint out of your hair. You can't do it on your own! You've proved
that already!" he laughed.

Nervously, I took off my tee then self-consciously dropped my underwear and
stepped into the shower with him. I stood facing the wall, directly under
the shower head, water running all over me in rivulets as he began to wash
my hair.

He spent a lot of time getting all the paint out, tenderly rubbing and
raking the back of my head with his strong hands. I was lost in my own
world of pleasure at his touch and hardly noticed as he moved from my head
and neck onto my shoulders and back. I held my breath as his hands brushed
the top of my ass just where the cheeks part. I heard him crouch down
behind me and his hands grasped the top of my thigh as he began to wash my
legs.

I stood with my legs apart as he washed me, holding my breath, each time
his hands moved to the top of my thigh. Eventually he stood up and I felt
his hands circle my torso and begin to gently wash my chest with massaging
movements. I stood there hardly moving, but trembling slightly and hoping
he wouldn't notice. When I started to get a boner I was so scared he would
think badly of me that I was able to will it down.

As he washed me he said flattering things about how much my body had
changed over the summer and it really made me proud. As he continued to rub
my chest I was sure I could feel his penis rubbing my bottom. I could feel
it's heat as it touched first one cheek then the other, and once or twice
even the crevice of my ass, but I didn't move or do anything. I was too
scared. Finally we rinsed off and he handed me a towel as he began to dry
himself. Before he wrapped the towel around his waist I tried to sneak a
look at his penis but he seemed to be hiding it from me. I followed his
example and wrapped my own towel around my slim hips and followed him back
into the living room to watch TV.

Larry sat down on the one large, soft, leather chair in front of the TV and
loosened his towel a little so that he could spread his legs wide. He lay
back and patted the empty space between them.

"There's only one comfy chair, so you can sit here if you like!" He
suggested softly.

I could feel myself blushing as I timidly turned my back to him and lowered
myself onto the smooth leather. As I sat in front of him he put his hands
on my shoulders, pulled me back and kinda cuddled me.

At first he just let me lie there. The feel of his skin against mine made
me feel feel good and I almost started to fall asleep. After a while he
began to rub my chest real soft and told me how good a job I had been doing
and thanked me for spending time with him. As he kept rubbing me I was
getting harder and harder. I could feel my cock getting full and tight, and
at one point I looked down and could see the towel sticking up as my boner
pulsated against it. I didn't know what to do so I pretended to be falling
asleep. I felt his hand go lower and rub my right thigh. As he rubbed
softly I felt the towel fall off a little and eventually open, exposing my
whole right side. He kept rubbing my thigh up and down from my waist to my
knee. Real slow, nice gentle touches that sent a tingle through my body. My
dick was so hard after about 30 minutes of this, pounding hard! I kept
pretending to be asleep

He called my name a couple of times and I didn't answer. I was somehow
trying to keep my heart from pounding or my body from shaking, trying to
look like I was asleep. He called my name again.

"John! Are you awake?"

I didn't answer. I felt his other hand come down, sliding under my loose
towel as he began to rub the top of my left thigh. This made the towel come
completely open exposing my rigid cock. I heard him take a sharp intake of
breath as the towel fell away. He kept rubbing my thighs. My dick was at
its full, I would guess, five or six inches then. He stopped and called my
name again. I didn't say anything. This time I made sleeping noises. I was
so scared by the fact he could see my boner and I was worried he would be
angry or upset with me, but I didn't want him to stop.

He began to rub my right thigh again, this time moving to the inside of my
thigh. I noticed he was breathing fast. I could feel his heart beating
against my back, AND I was sure I could feel his penis behind me, pressing
against the top of my ass, he moved his hips slightly and I was sure of it
now. His hands left my thighs and one gently cupped my balls, while with
the other he ran his fingers through the small amount of hair I had above
my penis.

Then he touched IT, he touched my penis. I almost jumped out of my skin!!
He just held it for a while, feeling it's hardness, then he started to
stroke me, gently and really slowly. He whispered my name into my ear
again. I just grunted, eyes shut tight now. He continued to stroke me so
slowly. Soon I could feel I was gonna shoot. I was so confused by it
all. The pleasure was building and building. I did everything I could do to
hold back. Then it happened. It started at my toes, my stomach tightened,
my dick throbbed, pulsed once, pulsed again. All the time he kept the same
very slow speed. Then with a giant gulp of air and an uncontrollable thrust
forward I came. Oh God did I come. It was like fireworks. I shot all over
my chest, shot after shot came roaring out of my young penis. He held me
tight as I emptied myself, thrusting with my hips and squirting as he
wrapped me in his arms and kissed my neck. I had never felt so loved
before. It was only then that I said my first words to him.

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling guilty, "I couldn't hold it."

"It's all ok, all ok!" He replied softly.

He hugged me for a while longer then carried me over to the bed and we laid
together naked. Finally I got to see his penis hard. To me it was gigantic,
long and thick with a bulbous shiny head. He took me in his arms and we
hugged for a long time.

After a while he asked me, "Would you like me to rub your back and legs to
help you get to sleep?

"Sure!" I replied.

He had some oil there and poured it on his hands before applying it to my
back and legs. Then I really did start to fall asleep He started to rub my
butt which I thought was funny because it kinda tickled. Then he rubbed my
back and shoulders again. I felt him kneel between my legs as he rubbed my
shoulders. It felt so good. I felt his knees pushing my legs apart. He
rubbed my lower back and buns and then my legs again. I loved the
attention. I was getting.

I was feeling sleepy as he rubbed up to my shoulders, then I felt his dick
pressing against my butt. He leaned up for a moment and poured oil over my
cheeks, some of it running into the crevice. My dick began to grow hard
again as he spread it over my buns and into my crack, the edge of his hand
pressing and rubbing over my hole.

Up until this moment I'd had no idea what his intentions were, but then I
felt it, the head of his hot dick sliding between my cheeks and pressing
insistently at the entrance to my body. He added pressure and whispered in
my ear.

"You okay!"

"Sure!"

"Push out and breath!" He said softly.

"Okay."

I felt him press harder, then it happened! OMG His dick was going INTO
me. I was going to yell, I was going to get up, but I froze as I felt
myself opening up. Then, with a popping sensation he began entering me. It
seemed to burn and I felt like a pole was going into me. He stopped for a
few seconds to let me get used to it, but as he rested his weight onto me,
it slid in further. Then I knew, his whole length was in me. I just laid
there at first, not sure what to do. It kinda hurt but I didn't want him to
stop. He pulled back a little and pushed into me again, all slow and gentle
at first. He then began to speed up, each time pulling further back then
pushing all the way in.

Like I said, it hurt a little at first, but all a sudden, once, when he was
all the way in, he made me tingle. Then again, tingles, more tingles. They
started to build way inside. I actually thought I might pee and I got a
little worried. The sensations filled me as he began to pound my ass, the
force of his thrusts making my steel hard cock rub against the sheet. I
could feel his weight on top of me as his thick pole rammed into me deeper
and faster with every thrust. He slid his hands under my body, wrapping me
in his arms. When I started to moan with sexual pleasure he let go of all
inhibitions, grunting and panting into my ear as the slapping sounds filled
the room. Then all the sudden I came again. Hard, pulsing, throbbing,
bursts of cum that caught me by surprise as I orgasmed. Just as my orgasm
was subsiding he slammed into me hard, straining, pushing himself in as
deep as he could go. His arms held me tighter, his body shook and I felt
his cock thicken and pulse as he groaned and kissed my neck. I could feel
it throb in me. I knew he was shooting, filling me with his cum, and I
loved it.

The next morning I found out it was his first time. For some odd reason
that made me feel proud. We continued this relationship for the next year
but then he got transferred to California.

I still think of him fondly. I have tried to track him down in my adult
life but I haven't been successful. Maybe one day we will meet again.