Date: Sun, 1 Nov 2015 00:00:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: JoshRJosh
Subject: A Brother's Love, part one

A brother's love, by Joshua

Part one

So, I've decided to tell my story. I know this is supposed to be all about
sex.  I mean there will be sex for sure, but more story than sex I guess.
Probably no one will read it, but I want to write stories and they say you
should write about what you know.  I won't say how much of this is fiction
and how much is non-fiction.  It will be both.

I hope you enjoy this.

I am a fraternal twin Ð I have a sister as a twin.  But this story is
not about her and me.  It's about my brother David and me.  I've decided
not to include her or my parents in this story.  I'm not close to them
anymore.  They are very judgmental and my life is better without them in
it.  So writing about them will be a very negative exercise and I'm not up
for that right now.



We were raised in a mid sized city by our parents who were upper middle
class very conservative Christians Ð church on Sunday, bible studies,
bible camps etc.  We lived in a four-bedroom two-story house.  My sister
and parents each had their own bathroom.  My brother and I shared a
bathroom that was located between our rooms.  I guess they call it a Jack
and Jill bathroom, but in our case it was a David and Joshua bathroom.

David is three years older than me.  Growing up we were typical brothers.
We didn't hang out at school or walk to and from school together and we
didn't have the same friends.  But, being typical brothers, we teased and
wrestled and played practical jokes on each other.  He was never mean to
me, he never got me into trouble, he often helped me with my homework and
he taught me how to swim.  So, maybe you could say that outside the house
we were almost strangers, but inside we were buddies.  I believe the reason
for this was my mother, father and sister.  David and I never bought into
their, what I would now call, obsession with God and the bible.  So, he and
I were each other's go to person in a very strange house.  It was like we
were outsiders when we were inside.  That bathroom we shared with each
other became our passageway to a deep friendship.

I mentioned that David taught me to swim.  When David was six-months old my
parents gave him swim lessons.  He loved the water.  Then they found God.
Then they had my sister and me.  They became preoccupied with church.  We
didn't have swim lessons until we were seven years old, when my parents
moved into the house they now own.  It had a swimming pool.  My sister took
to the water.  I fought to stay out of the pool.  I was sure my swim
teacher was going to drown me.  I cried and pleaded and fought to get out
of the water.

David had been swimming since before he could walk.  The city we lived in
was big on swimming.  Each county had several recreational centers with a
large pool.  The area I lived in had a center with an Olympic sized pool.
Each major area had a swim team.  They start taking kids at the age of
seven and it went through high school.  The seven to eleven year olds are
called Junior Lightening Bolts.  The levels go through bronze, silver and
gold.  At eleven the kisa had to be good enough to make it into Lightening
Bolts or what we called the Bolts, or they were eliminated.  The team
members trained all year long four or five days a week and competed March
through November once a month.  Then there were state finals for the top
swimmers.  The Olympic swim team coaches came to watch the state
competitions.

David moved up through junior Bolts quickly and made the Bolts before he
turned ten (a year before most kids).  My mom took David to all his
practices and of course dragged my sister and I along.  I watched David
swim.

My parents insisted that I learn.  I said I'd learn, if and only if David
taught me.  I trusted him.  So, for almost a year, after David was done
with his practices (the pool had an hour of open swim where anyone could
swim for a yearly fee) I'd join him in the pool.  I was seven. David was
ten.  That time in the poll cemented a trust bond between us that has
lasted.

When I was nine I joined the junior Bolts.  At eleven I made the Bolts.
So, five days a week (M-Th, Sat), David and I worked out in the pool, but
in different areas of the pool and we did different workouts.  Like in
school, he pretty much ignored me at the pool, which was fine with me.  I
had my own friends.

The other thing that my parents were big on was skiing.  A couple of times
a year we went to a ski resort with the church group.  They rented a
two-bedroom condo.  My sister always brought a friend.  They shared one
bedroom.  David and I slept on the sofa bed in the living room.  Sleeping
with him, I learned that he loved to cuddle.  He was always on the other
side of the bed when we went to sleep but I always woke up in the middle of
the night with him tight against me or his leg and arm over me and
sometimes with his head on my chest.  I loved it.

David, my sister and her friend and I were given skiing lessons the first
few years we went.  My Dad loved to ski.  Then David and I asked if we
could learn to snowboard.  After a few years and many lessons, snowboarding
became our thing.  My sister and her friend always skied with my parents
while David and I took off on our boards.

When David was fourteen and a freshman in high school he joined the high
school swim team.  He worked out with the Bolts five days a week, but swam
for the high school from November through February.  That's what all the
guys and girls on the Bolts did.

Like all the other guys on the swim team, David decided to remove all the
hair from his body Ð except for his head. He was naturally smooth above
his waist, but had leg and pubic hair. He came home with hair remover for
his legs and a razor for his crotch.  He hadn't started shaving his face
yet.

Maybe you're wondering what David and I looked like.  As a freshman he was
tall, about five foot nine (taller when he graduated high school Ð six
foot).  I was a couple of inches shorter.  I was always tall for my age.
We both have dark brown hair.  His is very straight and thick.  Mine has a
soft wave to it and isn't as thick as his hair but I have a lot of hair.
He wears his short.  Mine was longer.  I always liked the floppy soft curl
look.  He had big brown eyes and long lashes, a straight nose and high
cheekbones and nice full lips.  My eyes are grayish blue.  My features are
softer than his, but I have nice full lips too.

We went upstairs to our bathroom.  Sharing a bathroom, we saw each other
naked all the time.  Sometimes we even showered together.  That may sound
odd, but we showered together, along with thirty other guys, at the pool
every day.  So, it wasn't that odd for us to jump in the same shower (it
was a large shower stall) when we were in a rush to get to school.

He told me he was going to remove his body hair.  "Can I watch," I asked.

"Sure.  You'll have to do this when you join the high school team."

I had always been fascinated with David's junk.  I watched as it went from
being a hairless three-inch skinny flaccid dick with a tight ball sack to a
long thick hanging cock, low hanging balls and a patch of pubic hair.  I
was eleven and still hairless and my cock was still skinny and about three
inches flaccid, (he and I have always had very similar junk) which until I
started showering at the pool I thought was normal.  But it seemed that
compared to other kids my `nub' as David called it, was larger than most
boys'.

Puberty hadn't hit yet, but it was about to.

I knew I felt different then the other boys.  I knew I liked them in a way
that boys usually felt about girls.  At that time, I didn't want to label
myself as gay.  It scared me.  My parents were very anti-gay.  My father
belonged to a local organization that had ties to our church that fought
against LGBT gaining any rights.  He was `apoplectic' when he saw the push
for gay marriage.  He supported the fight against it with his time and
money.

I was lucky.  No one ever labeled me as gay.  No one ever bullied me.  But
I lived in terror about what would happen if/when my parents found out.
Actually, I knew what would happen, they had said Ð `if one of my
children were homosexual they'd be thrown out and disowned'.  So, for years
I lived in constant fear that someone would figure it out.

He undressed and stepped into the shower.  "If you're going to help, get
undressed.  I've got to turn on the shower."

"How can I help?" I asked as I pulled off my close.  I had mixed feelings.
I very much wanted to gaze upon his naked body, but I always feared I
couldn't control my own body.

We stepped into the shower.  "Kevin said that I can put this on my legs and
under my arms but not on my balls or cock.  I guess it burns."  Kevin was
David's best friend.  They went to different schools, but they were the
same age and they started on the Junior Bolts at the same time.  Kevin
wasn't as good a swimmer as David, but he eventually made the Bolts.  Kevin
had sleep over's at our house in David's room and David went to Kevin's for
weekends.

"You don't have a lot of hair on your balls," I said staring at them.

"Yeah, I know," he said lifting his cock and sack.

He read the bottle of hair remover.  I stared at his junk.  He handed me
his watch and told me to call out the time after he spread the cream over
his legs.  "Is it burning?"

"No.  It's kind of tingling."

I called out the time.  He stood with his legs spread apart and held his
junk up so that it wouldn't touch any of the cream.  Time was up.  He
turned on the shower and handed me the hand held showerhead.  "Be sure to
get it all off on the back of my legs," he said.

I washed him down.  "It's all off."

He turned off the shower and looked down at his legs.

"Wow," I said.  "I think it got it all."

We kept looking.

"Now I have to do under my arms."

We did as before and sure enough all the hair was gone.

"You're going to shave your junk?" I said.

"Yeah.  That's what Kevin did."  He looked down at his pubic hair.  "Shit.
Kevin said that I should cut the pubes before I shave."  He looked at me.
"You're not too wet.  I think there's a pair of scissors in my desk
drawer."

I came back with them.  I watched as he pulled on his pubes and cut them
off.

"What about the hair on your balls.  Do you cut that first?"

He tried to hold his cock against his stomach, lift his scrotum to see the
hair and pull and cut.  It wasn't working.

"Maybe you just use the razor?"

"No, he said to cut it first or it won't work."  He sighed.

"Do you want me to cut them?"

He looked at me as if he was thinking.  "Just hold my cock against my
stomach.  Then I can see and cut."

I felt my face warm and my stomach roil Ð excitement and anxiety.
"Okay."  Like I said, I had seen his junk hundreds of times but I had never
touched it except when we wrestled and as a last resort, I'd grab his junk
and pull.  But he always had underwear on.  I took his cock in my hand and
held it up as he pulled the hair he had on his balls and cut.

He said, "I guess it would look really weird to have my pubes cut off and
have hairy balls."

"Yeah, like Mr. Daniels.  He has a bald head and a beard."

David looked at me and started laughing.  "God, you are too funny
sometimes.  That was great.  I'll have to tell Kevin you said that.  He'll
crack up."

I chuckled but never let go of his cock.  When he worked from the right
side, I moved his cock to his left side and to the right side when he
worked from the left.  Then it happened.  What I was afraid was going to
happen.  Why I almost said no when he asked me to hold his cock.  I was
getting a hard on and I was standing facing him and about a foot from him.
Instantly it went from getting hard to rock hard and about five inches long
and pulsating.

He didn't say anything, but I knew he could see it.  Then I felt his cock
thickening and becoming firm.  "Can't help getting wood," he said.
"Sometimes I get it just sitting in my math class."

I sighed and nodded.  "Me too," I said.  My insides were shaking.  I was so
scared.  But David just acted as he always did Ð non-judgmental,
easy-going, trusting.

"Okay," he said.  "I can't see anymore hair."

I let go of his cock reluctantly.  It stood seven plus inches long and at a
forty-five degree angle from his body.  "There's a little hair on my dick
too.  Maybe being hard will make it easier to shave off."

Kevin had told him how to hold the razor and not apply too much pressure.
"He said to just slide it along."  I watched, but could stop looking at his
cock.  It was cut like mine and I thought it was beautiful.  "You think
mine will be like that?" I said.

"Your cock?  Yeah.  When you get hair and your balls come down, your cock
will get longer and fatter.  Mine was like yours."

"What do you mean come down?"

"That's what they say."  He pulled up his cock and said, "See my balls."
He put two fingers around his sack and squeezed and lifted his ball sack.

"Yeah."

He knelt down, pushed my cock back to my stomach and rubbed my scrotum.

I felt my face warm.  Oh my God, he touched my hard cock, I thought.  It
wasn't the first time he touched my cock.  He too would grab it when we
wrestled and he'd pull my underwear down first and then grab.  But I was
never hard.  I imagined it didn't matter to him.

"When you reach puberty, your balls change, get big and hang down like
mine.  My cock was rock hard in his hand.  He moved closer and moved my
hard cock aside.  "Hey, you might be getting pubes."

I glanced down.  "Really?  Cool."

"When you do, I'll show you something cool."

"What?"

"When you get pubes."  He stood up.  He shaved his balls as I held his cock
out of the way.  He then shaved his pubes and dick.

"Wow.  It's looks bigger."

He laughed.

He reached around and touched his butt crack.  "I think I have hair here."

"Let me see."

He turned around and bent over.  "Yeah, a little."  Since we were both dark
haired, and very white skinned, a little hair showed.  "Wow.  That's the
first time I've ever seen one."

"What, a butt?"

"No.  A butt hole.  Have you ever seen one?"

He laughed.  "I guess not.  Bend over."  I did.  "Looks like I thought it
would."

I laughed.  "Do you have to shave there too?"

"I don't know.  Get my phone."

I went to his room and came back with it.  He called Kevin and then hung
up.  "He said it doesn't matter for swimming, but it would look really
weird."

"Who's going to see your butt crack?"

"Maybe a girl," he said and smiled.

"Oh, gross."

"Well, you just looked at it."

I watched as he pulled his butt checks apart and ran the razor over each
side of his crack.  I kept checking until his butt was hairless.

We were both still hard.  He turned on the shower and rinsed off.  I rinsed
off too.  We dried off and each went to our own rooms.  I rubbed my boner
until that tingly filling happened then I put on my underwear and then
jeans.  About ten minutes later I heard him in the shower again.  I went
into the bathroom.  "You still have more hair?"

"I just had to rinse off again."

He did great that year in swimming.  He was a freshman, but he was swimming
varsity.  He wasn't winning, but that was because he was competing against
seniors.  At the end of the year, they awarded him a varsity letter.

Eight or nine months after I helped him shave his junk, my pubes began to
grow in.  I had just turned twelve.  Previously he had commented on how my
balls had changed like he said they would.  My cock was getting longer and
thicker and was always hard which meant that I'd run in and out of the
shower at the pool always afraid I'd get hard.

Wednesday nights our parents went to church for bible readings and
discussions.  My sister joined a youth group that also met on Wednesdays.
David and I slyly explained that with swimming after school, neither of us
could afford to lose an evening of study.  The truth was that we had
admitted to each other that we didn't believe most of what the church
taught about anything.

One Wednesday night, soon after my parents and sister left, he came into my
room.  "Have you started jerking off?" he asked.

"What?"

He used his right hand, making a motion as if he was pumping his cock.
"You know masturbate."

My face was burning hot.  I had heard about jerking off and masturbation.
"You mean rubbing it."  At school kids joked about it.  At church they said
it was harmful.

"Do you come?"

I stared at him.  "Get undressed and get in the shower with me.  I'll show
you."

I stood up.  My legs felt weak.  I undressed and went into the bathroom.  I
noticed he had an erection as he turned on the shower and stepped in.  I
followed also sporting wood.  "I've rubbed it.  Isn't that what you mean?"

"Yeah," he said and started stroking his cock.  I watched.  "You do it," he
said.  I reached over and grabbed his cock and stroked.  He smiled.  "That
feels good, but I meant you do yours."

"Oh."  I started stroking my cock as he had.  He watched and stroked his.

"Feels good?"

"Yeah."  Then I stopped.

"Why did you stop?"

"It feels tingly all over."

"Yeah, right.  But keep going."

He stroked his cock and I stroked mine.  I stopped again.  "It feels
weird."

"Weird?"

"I mean good but my legs feel shaky."

"Watch," he said.  I stood beside him and watched as he stroked his cock
hard.  He moaned.  "I'm going to come," he said.  I looked up at him.  "No,
watch my cock."  I glanced down.  "Watch," he moaned as cum shot out of his
cock and hit the glass door of the shower.  Shot after shot after shot.

"Oh wow.  That's sperm?"

"Yeah but call it cum," he said.  "You won't get stuff like that yet, I
don't think.  But you should get sometime."

"But it feels weird.  Tingly."

"But good, right?"

"Yeah, but I thought that was it when it feels tingly and my legs always
feel weird, like I could shake and fall down."

"Here," he said.  He turned me around and pulled me into him.  "Let me give
you your first cum shot."

He put his left arm around my chest and held me tight against him.  I could
feel his still hard cock pressing against my butt.  With his right hand he
began stroking my erection.  I went past the tingly feeling into the
shaking feeling and the breathing hard feeling into my body quaking in his
arms with my feet barely on the floor.  I felt this feeling moving through
my groin and then my cock.  My entire boy shook.  I had my first orgasm.  I
kept gasping for air.  He held me tightly.

"Pretty incredible, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," I sighed looking down at his hand.  I saw a glob of thick white goo
sitting on his fingers.  "Did that come out?"

"Yes.  Didn't you feel it?"

"Yes, but mostly I felt all excited all over my body."

He laughed.  "That's calling jerking off and coming."

"But the Reverend says it's bad to do this."

"Yeah, well fuck the Reverend.  I do it a couple of times a day."

He released me from his arms and turned on the shower.  "You do it in the
shower?" I said as I rinsed off.  My legs still felt weak.

"In the shower.  In my room.  In bed.  At school in the bathroom stall.
Whenever I can.  At least now I won't have to worry about you walking in to
my room for help with your homework and catching me with my cock in my
hand."

My cock was still hard.

He said, "I wouldn't tell anyone.  Especially, anyone who goes to our
church that you're beating off."

"I won't."

"Everyone does it.  But no one talks about it, except to joke.  But believe
me, every guy jerks off."

"Can I talk to you about it?"

"Whenever you want, sure," he said as we stepped out of the shower.  We
dried off.

"That was awesome, David.  Is that what you were going to show me?"

"What?"

"A while ago you said you were going to show me something."

"Yeah," he said and smiled.  He glanced down at my cock.  "You're still
hard."  I nodded.  "Go crank out another load.  Have fun."

He went to his room.  I went to mine.  I stared at my hard cock.  I was
sure I couldn't do it standing up so I lay down on my bed.  I began
stroking my cock.  I didn't stop at the tingly feeling.  I heard David step
into my room.  We made eye contact.  He smiled, pulled my desk chair to my
bed and sat down.  "Its kind of fun doing it with someone else," he said.
He was naked and hard.

"You ever do it with someone else before?"

"Yeah."  He stroked his cock, as I stroked mine.

"Who?"  He shook his head.  I knew it had to be Kevin.  "Am I doing it
right?"

He chuckled.  "Anyway that feels good is the right way."

I continued stroking.  I'd glance at him as he stroked.  He sat feet from
me watching.  Soon that intense feeling washed over my body.  My hips
thrust upward and my legs shook as cum shot from my cock.  I threw my arms
back and kept breathing hard.  "Wow, that is awesome," I said.

He laughed.

I watched as he stroked.  "You did it for me.  Can I try to do it to you?"

He chuckled.  "Yeah, I guess. If you want to."

I jumped up and knelt in front of him and between his legs.  I took his
cock in my hand and began to stroke.  "Like this?"

"Tighten your grip a little."  I stroked up and down.  He took my hand in
his and stroked.  "Like that."

I stroked his cock loving the feel of his dick.  It was fatter and longer
than mine.  "I'm getting close," he sighed with his eyes closed.  I kept
stroking.  He was moving his hips.  "Ah, you've got it pointed at your
face.  You better watch out," he said and moved my hand so that his cock
was facing his chest.  I kept stroking.  "I'm going to come."

His dick was rock hard.  He moaned loudly.  Cum shot from his cock, hitting
his face, his shoulder, his chest and stomach.  "Fuck, Josh, that felt
incredible." He kept breathing hard.  I still held his cock, looking at the
cum on him and my fingers.  He smiled at me.  "That was my first hand job."

"Cool, so you gave me my first one and I gave you one too."

We went to the shower and cleaned up.  Then we went to our rooms and to the
books.  I found it impossible to study.  I kept touching my cock and
thinking about his.  I had always had a major crush on David.  When we'd
come home from our ski trips and go back into our own beds, I'd miss
sleeping beside his warm body.  Added to that now, was the memory of his
hand on my cock and mine on his.





I hope you are enjoying my story.

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