Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2012 09:16:48 -0400 (EDT)
From: BALSAM8@aol.com
Subject: Brother Cums Back; Part I

This is a story about sex between males who may or may not be  related.
Not everyone will have chiseled bodies and foot long dicks  because this is
based, on a large part, on events in my own life.  If this  is not to your
liking then read no further.  If it is, then relax, unzip  and enjoy.

Hi, my name is Jerry.  I have one brother, Rob, who is four years  older
than me. My brother and Rob and I were never really close as  youngsters. .
We grew up in a middle class neighborhood in  Brooklyn, New York and shared a
bedroom.  I grew to know that there  was resentment on his part at having
to share a bedroom with his baby  brother but back then, I figured that he
just didn't like me.

When Rob turned thirteen, I was subjected to the sounds of Rob beating off
on an almost nightly basis and sometimes twice a night.  Besides it keeping
 me up it was sort of erotic although at the edge I was nowhere near
shooting a  load.   I soon learned that he used a "cum rag" to collect his
nightly deposit which he kept hidden under his bed.  I found it and  inhaling the
pungent aroma emanating it turned me on in a premature way. I  actually
looked forward to his beating off as it made me admire him even more.  My
friends who had older brothers had told me about jerking off and I had wished  I
could have actually seen Rob doing it. I settled for listening to him
masturbating.  By the time I turned twelve, my own dick was getting hard  nightly
and while I copied his motions as I heard them, I was not able to shoot  a
load.  My friend Chad said he was cumming but I wasn't so sure that I
believed him.

Let me tell you about Rob at seventeen and a half. At just over six feet he
 weighed nearly two hundred sixty pounds and played left tackle on his high
 school football team. He was hoping for a scholarship to college and
possibly,  a professional career.
It was at this time that our grandfather, who lived in our basement, had a
stroke and was taken to a nursing home to live.  He wasn't out of the house
 a week when Rob
asked if he could move downstairs.  Our parents agreed and I guess I  was
both disappointed and relieved. Disappointed that I would not get  to hear
by big brother masturbating and relieved that I could now do  it openly. Yes,
I, too, had started shooting a load.  Not only  that, but I found myself
getting a hardon at the most inopportune moments  especially on the bus and
walking between classes.  I was grateful for the  big looseleaf binder I had
to carry where I could hide my boner.