Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2016 20:46:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: hill.sm@yahoo.com
Subject: Bradley and Jay

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Bradley and Jay
By S.M. Hill


I got my first pubic hairs in the summer of my eleventh year. I was so
excited and so proud I rushed off to show my older brother who, at 13,
already had a soft, full, and dark bush. I know, because about two years
before, when he was 11 and I was just 9, his pubes grew in and he was not
shy about showing them off to me.

My brother was not shy about his body and he seemed to enjoy telling me
about the changes he was going through and that I would be going through
soon enough. Part of it was just his open personality, and part of it was
the fact that we shared a bedroom and a bathroom so there was not much
need, or room, for modesty on his part. I think he also saw it as part of
his job as my big brother to teach me these things. Our mother couldn't do
it (she would die of embarrassment, and lets face it I would too) and our
dad was living on the other side of the country with his new family. So
that just left my brother to guide me through the adolescent chaos of
puberty.

That first night, after I showed him my freshly grown pubes (as fine and
few as they were) he decided it was time to teach me about some other
things.

Lights out at our house was 9:30. We had to be in our rooms with the lights
off, but we didn't necessarily have to be in bed or asleep. Mom would come
check on us, say goodnight, make sure we were set and settled for the
night, then she'd leave use be till the morning.

Mom closed the door behind her, her footsteps creaking down the hallway to
the living room.

"So Jay, now that you're becoming a man I figured it's time I teach you
something new," my brother told me as he sat down next to me on my bed.

"Remember how I told you about boners?"

"Yeah, you said my thing would get hard and fill up with blood."

"Right, but do you know how to get rid of them," he asked with a
mischevious grin.

"What do you mean, Bradley? Get rid of them?"

"Yeah, well what you do is you grab your dick," as he says this he's
pulling his pajamas down. "Then you just rub it, up and down. Like this."

I watch as he starts stroking his dick. My own responded with a surge of
blood.

"Go ahead, take yours out. Try it."

"Bradley, I'm not so sure about..."

"Oh don't be a wuss, Jay. It's ok. I"m your big brother." He put his arm
around my shoulder and pulled me closer to him as he continued to rub his
dick with his other hand.

Feeling comforted and safe I pulled my shorts down. My dick, all 4 or so
inches of it was hard. It wasn't my first boner, but it was my first boner
induced by my brother.

So my brother and I had our very first joint wank session together.

"Can you shoot yet, Jay?"

"I...don't know."

"I bet you can. You're pubes have started to come in, so if you can't yet
it won't be much longer."

I knew about ejaculation. And sperm. I had taken basic health class, but I
didn't know if my body was producing yet.

Bradley's balls were, though.

"Just keep rubbing until you get a really great feeling. That's how you
know you're close. Just keep jerking till your balls tingle and your dick
shoots. If you can't sperm yet, you'll just feel like a tingle. Dang, Jay,
i think I'm about to..."

And with that a creamy white liquid shot from the head of his dick and
splattered on his stomach and hand.

Seeing that gave me my own tingle feeling, and the mystery of whether my
balls could juice or not was solved as a clear, white liquid spurted from
my own dick. It wasn't as thick, or as voluminous as my big brother's, but
it was enough to prove I could sperm.

"Dang bro. See! I told you you could probably shoot. How'd that feel?"

"It felt...it felt...wow," was all I could say.

"Well...now you know," he said as cleaned up his hand and stomach with his
underwear before tossing them to me, "how to get rid of boners. Now, clean
yourself up."

As I wiped up my own meager mess with my brothers sticky underwear he
walked over to the dresser and got a fresh pair for himself. His back was
turned to me so he didn't see me as I brought the underwear-turned-cumrag
up to my face for a smell. It smelled like my brother (he'd been wearing
them all day), but also like cleaning supplies? It was weird.

To this day I've no idea why I did what I did next, but I stuck my tongue
out and went for a taste. It was bitter and salty. I didn't like it, so
I've no idea why stuck my tongue out again and went for a second taste.

By this point my brother was climbing into his own bed, I pulled my own
pajamas up and tossed his underwear on the floor under my bed.

"Oh, Jay, one more thing. Jerking off is a great way to get rid of your
boners, but when you get them at school, you're probably not going to be
able to do that. You can try being excused to the bathroom, but unless you
want the whole class to see you walking out with a lump in your
pants...you're just gonna have to wait till you get home."

"Oh...," I said. "Thanks, Bradley."

With that, I drifted off to a deep satisfying sleep.

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Bradley and I would jerk off together a couple times a week for the next
couple years. Once he got older he started liking girls. He would make out
with them, feel them up, try to get in their pants. He'd always fail, of
course, which meant he'd have a lot of pent up energy at night for our
sessions.

We would usually do it side by side. Sometimes we'd do it facing each other
with our legs interlocked. That was always my favorite because when he
would shoot he'd aim his dick right at me. My chest, stomach and sometimes
my own dick and pubes would be covered in my brother's cum. His loads were
always bigger and thicker than mine, which I guess was to be expected as he
did have a couple years on me.

I loved the feeling of his cum on my skin. It was always so warm and
sticky, and I got a naughty thrill out of the messes we'd make. I loved
rubbing it into my skin.

My brother got his first steady girlfriend when he was 15. I was 13. It was
some girl from school who also happened to live just a couple streets
over. He would tell me about all the things they'd do. The different kinds
of kissing, the rubbing. He said she jerked him off once and I felt a pang
of jealousy because I felt like that was something we were supposed to do
together. I didn't like the idea of some dumb girl being able to take my
place as my brother's jack off buddy just because she had boobs. I never
understood the obsession my brother had about boobs anyway.

As I got older I would begin to realize why boobs were so foreign to me,
but at the time, I was oblivious.

I was happy for my brother. At 15 he had turned into quite the hottie. His
clique was the the skater punks so he wore a lot of loose jeans and he was
always going shirtless leaving his smooth, tan, firm torso on display. His
knees and elbows were alwasy scraped up and scabbed which, for some reason
triggered something in me. Looking back, I can clearly see I was infatuted
with my big brother but at the time I just thought that was how all little
brothers felt about their big brothers.

He always made time for me. Even as our schedueles changed and we went to
different schools. His highschool let out earlier than my middle
school. Most days I'd find him waiting for me when I got out of
school. He'd be skating around the parking lot, shirtless of course, doing
kick flips and ollies and wiping out way more often than he wanted to. He'd
see me, skate on over, grab my bag and walk me home as we talked about our
day.

It was on one of those walks home when he pulled something out of his
pocket.

"Hey Jay, check this out," he handed me a square package with a round
indentation in it. At first glance I thought it was a piece of chewing gum.

"Yeah, so?" I said, confused as to what was so interesting about a piece of
gum.

"Dude, do you even know what that is? It's a condom!" He laughed.

"Oh, okay. So?" My 13 year old brain was still confused.

"Well, Luci said if I could get a condom she'd finally let me fuck her."

"She did? Where'd you even get this, Bradley? No one's going to sell a
condom to a teenager."

"Oh, how wrong you are, little bro. If anything, teenagers need condoms the
most, it's not like their just for "adults", but I got it from that machine
in the Speedway bathroom. Really saved me the embarassment of having to go
through a checkout line or something."

"Oh wow. So, you and Luci are gonna...have sex?"

"Well we have to make arrangements. I told her Mom's at work every night
till 7, so she just has to come up with something to tell her folks. If
they knew she was coming over to see me, and that we were gonna do it,
they'd kill us both."

"You sure about this, Bradley? Sounds serious."

"Dude, hells yeah I'm sure. No more fucking handjobs, or jerking off, or
over the clothes feels. I'm gonna get to fuck her! Naked, body on body,
skin on skin. I can finally get my hands on those tits, without her damn
bra being in the way. And that's not even the best part. You know what that
means, right Jay?"

I thought I knew what it meant. He'd put his penis in her vagina and the
condom would stop any babies from coming.

"It means...no...what does it mean?"

"It mean's I'm going to lose my v-card. I'm going to officially be a man!
Aren't you excited for me?" He was beaming. His grin stretched from ear to
ear. He really wanted to fuck that girl. Or maybe he just really wanted to
fuck and any girl would have done. I'm thinking at 15, it was the latter.

"Yeah, bro. That's great." I was less than enthusiastic. "Just be careful,
man. You sure you know how to use that thing? You're too young to be a
father."

"Fuck, Jay. Who's the older brother here? Yes I know how to use it.  You
just get hard then roll it on, and you're good to go. Also, there are
instructions on the back in case I get hit in the head with a falling piano
and forget all my common fucking sense." I think he was irritated at my
debbie downerism, but he was still obviously excited about his date to fuck
Luci.

"Alright, so when's this supposed to happen? I'll be sure to give you some
privacy."

"Oh, well that's something I wanted to talk to you about. Well...Well, you
see," he seemed to be searching for his words as we approached the front
door of our house.

He said nothing as he pulled the key from his pocket, then unlocked the
door. I let the silence linger as he dropped his skateboard by the door and
threw my bookbag on the couch.

I made my way to the kitchen to find a snack and he followed me in.

"How would you feel about being there?"

"Huh? What? Dude I don't want to fuck your girlfriend!"

"That's not what I meant, limpdick. Besides I doubt Luci would want your
baby dick anywhere near her," he said teasingly as he playfully shoved me.

"No, I mean, well. You're going to be getting into girls soon. I mean," he
gigled at his choice of words, "you're going to be liking girls soon, and I
thought it might be a great way for you to learn what goes on between men
and women."

"I know what goes on between men and women. I took the same 7th grade
health class you did, doofus."

"Nah, Jay. We're not talking about health class with clinical precision and
anatomaical words or pubery growth diagrams and how babies are made. That's
one thing. That's the academic reality. I'm talking about the real world
down and dirty practical reality of how things actually work. Wouldn't you
like to know how it is when it's time to get it on with your girl?"

"But I don't have a girl, Bradley. I don't even LIKE girls." At this point
I'm confused as all hell.

"Well, I know. But you will. Soon. And wouldn't you like to have the
advantage of knowing how things work in the bedroom between a dude and a
chick?"

I said nothing. My face must have been a mixture of confusion and
annoyance. Bradley picked up on it and relented.

"Alright, look. Just think about it. I think it's important for you to be
there but if you're not comfortable with it or if it weirds you out, that's
okay too."

"What's Luci think about that," I asked.

"Well, she doesn't know. I haven't told her. I mean- I won't tell her. You
can hide in the closet and watch. When we're done, I'll take her
home. She'll never know you were there."

"Bradley, that doesn't sound...right," I said, although deep down inside
something sparked a feeling deep in my gut that worked it's way down to my
crotch.

"Look, I know. I just want to do this. As much for me as for you. You're my
brother and I just wanna look out for you."

"Really?" I asked, still confused

I still didn't understand why it was so important to him that I be there
when he fucked his girlfriend. But he was my brother. I loved him and I
trusted him so of course, if he wanted me there, I'd be there. Even if I
didn't quite know how to say it.

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About a week and a half after our initial conversation, the plan was
set. Bradley would pick me up from school like always, walk me home, get me
situated in the closet of our room, then walk the four streets over to
Luci's house and bring her back for the big event.

I was anxious and nervous and I still wasn't sure why my brother wanted me
to do this, but he was my brother, and if he wanted me to watch him fuck a
girl from the closet, then that's what I was going to do.

After checking the lines of sight, and making sure I had a good view,
without also being seen myself, we thought we had it figured out.

"Wow, this is actually finally happening," Bradley was beaming with
excitement. "I haven't jerked off in three days. My dicks been throbbing
just waiting for this."

I knew he hadn't jerked off. For the last few nights, instead of us
together, it was just me.

"Can you see okay?"

"Yeah, it looks okay. You can't see me, from there?"

"No. it's only open a crack and she'll be too distracted by my wonderful
fucking to notice anything. Just make sure you stay really still and be
really quiet. She may not see you but if you move or rustle, or bump
something she'll definitely hear you and then who knows what'll happen."

"Alright. I won't make a peep."

"Cool, cool, little bro. Wish me luck. I gotta go get her now."

Now I just had to wait the twenty or so minutes for him to get his girl and
bring her back.

They were the longest minutes of my thirteen years.

Finally I heard the front door open, and I heard my brother's laugh.

They didn't come to the bedroom though. I heard their muffed voices down
the hall in the living room. Then silence. Silence for what felt like the
longest time. I was beginning to think maybe something happened and they
left.

Then I heard some footsteps coming down the hall. My brother's voice. A
girl's...moan?

The bedroom door opened.

"Damn baby, you got me so turned on. I'm so hard for you right now. Can you
feel it?" My brother spoke between kisses. His mouth engulfed hers, he'd
pull off, say something, then clamp right back down on hers before she
could respond with anything other than a groan. He was grinding against
her, and she was grinding her crotch right back against his.

My own dick throbbed in my pants, but I didn't dare touch. I was barely
breathing, afraid if I did Luci would hear me.

The scene that followed wasn't great. I mean, I'm sure for my brother it
was amazing, but for me, not so much. It didn't help that despite all our
careful planning and trial runs on the lines of sight and angles and
perfect vantage points that once they actually started fucking, all I could
really see was my brother's back and ass, as he pumped into Luci.

The sounds, though. I will never forget the sounds. The skin slapping
against skin. The wet sucking noises. The moaning, and groaning. The smell
of my brother's sweat. Another smell. One I didn't recognize. Luci's
probably.

Then, a few minutes after it started, my brother let out an animalistic
noise I'd never heard him make before. He pumped into Luci and held still
while the condom he was wearing was being filled up with the ball juice
that used to coat my own skin.

A pang of jealousy rose up inside of me again. Why is he wasting his cum on
her when I'm the one who should get it? Luci was a nice looking girl, I
suppose. I mean, I could see her naked body squiriming under his, but I
wasn't really all that impressed with her.

After his orgasm, my brother bent his head down and kissed his sophomore
girlfriend. Their tongues mingled a bit and I saw him slowly pull out. I
couldn't see his dick, but from past experience I imagined it was in the
semi-hard state it gets in after Bradley blows a big load. The only
difference is the load was in the condom and not where it should have
been-on me.

"Damn baby. That was amazing," Luci finally spoke the first clear words I
heard from her. I need to get cleaned up and get home, though."

"Bathroom is right across the hall. I'll get dressed and meet you outside."
Luci gathered up her clothes and left the bedroom.

I watched as my brother made sure it was clear before he sent a thumbs up
from across the room to the closet. He was smiling a big smile as he pulled
the condom off, which was heavy with juice, tied it off and discarded it in
the trashcan.

"Damn, I shot a big ass load. So fucking hot being inside her," he said
either to himself or to me.

Then he got dressed.

"I'mma take her home then we'll talk, okay," he whispered softley before
exiting the bedroom. A few minutes later I heard the front door open. I
counted to 50, before exiting the closet.

The first thing I did was unzip my jeans and take my own throbbing,
attention-starved dick out its hiding spot. Alone and unworried about being
caught I went to town stroking my 13 year old dick as hard and as fast as I
could. I wanted to get off badly, before my brother got back.

Suddenly, I had a thought. Stroking my dick I made my way over to the
trashcan and the discarded condom with my brother's load inside. There it
was, right on top. I reached down and picked it up. My dick surged in
anticipation-of what?

It was like I was posssesed. No longer in control of myself as I sniffed
the condom first. It smelled like rubber. And cum. And...something else?
Luci maybe?

Hesitantly, I stuck my tongue out. I licked the condom that my brother had
worn while he was fucking his 15 year old girlfriend while I hid in the
closet and watched. The whole situation sent my brain into short
circuit. It was suddenly so much more erotic and dirty and dangerous.

It tasted like rubber. But what I really wanted was contained inside the
latex package. How do i get it out? I didn't think I could untie it. There
were scissors in the kitched but I didn't want to go out there with my
pants around my ankles and my 5 inch dick throbbing in my hand.

I was desperate for it in a way I didn't know was possible.

So I did the only thing my hormonally charged brain could think to do. I
stuck the condom in my mouth and bit down on it, hoping it would pop. Sure,
enough, it did and my brother's cum, once safely protected was now covering
my tongue.

I shot my own load as soon as my brother's hit my tongue. It was the
strongest, most intense cum I had ever had. My cum shot so far it hit the
wall behind my bed which also meant my bed was covered in my boyjuice.

I swished my brother's cum around in my mouth, coating my tongue and my
teeth. Still bitter, still salty, but warm and slimey. I loved the taste. I
remember the first time I tasted it on the night he taught me how jerk
off. I didn't care for it then, but now, for some reason it was the
greatest thing I ever tasted.

As I began to come down from my post orgasmic high I realized what a mess I
made. Cum on the wall. Cum on the bed. A busted, empty condom that was once
filled. The room smelled of sex and cum and sweat. My own, and Bradley's
and Luci's. We'd have to do laundry and air the place out before Mom got
home, I thought.

I stripped the beds, both his and mine, and started a load of laundry. I
opened the windows and sprayed some air freshener hoping the smell of
teenage sex would disappate by the time our mom got home.

When my brother returned he was glowing. He was finally a man. Looking back
on it, I can see his first time probably wasn't great. At 15, he really
didn't know much about sex despite all his big talk. He certainly knew more
than I did, but that's not saying much.

It didn't last very long and I really don't think Luci got off, not that
Bradley was even concerned about that. I don't think he knew how to get her
off even if he wanted to (which, again, he didn't).

But what was important was that he had fucked a girl. And I was there to
share the experience with him.

We talked about it later that night after we went to bed. He told me how it
felt. I told him about how I didn't see much but I relayed what I could
about the sounds and the smells. I never did tell him about how I swallowed
the cumload from his first fuck. Instead, I told him I flushed the condom
and the wrapper so that Mom wouldn't find it when she emptied the trash.

"Jay, you're really not supposed to flush those things, but I guess this
one time it was smart. Good looking out, bro."

Listening to him recount his tale sprung my boner to life. Even though I
had witnessed it in my own way, listening to it from my big brother's
perspectve got me going again. Apparently, it got him going too.

We jerked off together again that night, sitting side by side like usual,
his arm wrapped around me as we reached our breaking points together and
shot our juice almost simultaneously.

I never felt closer to my brother than I did that night. I really loved my
big brother, but more and more in the deepest, darkest parts of me, that,
at 13 years old I had yet to explore or understand, a realization was
growing with implications too huge to bear: not only did I love my brother,
but I was in love with him as well.