Date: Tue, 10 May 2011 14:06:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matt Smith <smithma81@yahoo.com>
Subject: Brothers Circle Jerk (gay)

Author's note: This story is true, and it contains depictions of sexual
acts between adults and minors. If easily offended or if it is illegal to
read such material where you live, please refrain from continuing or do so
by your own volition. This story is the work of the author and should not
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author.  smithma81@yahoo.com

Brothers Circle Jerk

	I'm 18 as I write this story, but the story takes place when I
(Matt) was 13 years old and my brothers were 23 and 20
	I was never a sporty or athletic type.  I liked playing around
outside, but I was never into organized sports.  I am the oops baby of 3
boys.  My mother didn't expect to get pregnant because she was 43 when she
had me.
	My brothers and I were never terribly close because by the time I
got old enough to really hang out with them, they were off to college and
only came back during the summer.  When they did come back, they were
always good to me, never taunting, teasing or whatever, but they did have
lives of their own.  It was very rare that we did much together.  When we
did, I loved it.  My father died when I was young, and my mother remarried
a few years later.  I get along with my step-dad, but he's not *my* dad, if
you know what I mean.  So I always looked to my brothers as role models.

	Guys started drawing my attention when I was about 12 or so (and of
course the first objects of my lusts were my brothers), and while this may
surprise some of you, I didn't really discover self-pleasure until about
that age, and even then, I didn't quite realize what I was doing (I was a
bit sheltered).

	My 23 year old brother, Paul, was a lineman on his high school
football team, and was always very athletic.  He's about 5' 9", light brown
close cropped hair, tan skin, lightly fuzzy chest, large mesmerizing
nipples, and beautiful grayish, blue eyes.  I don't know how much he
weighs, but he's muscular with just enough extra padding to keep him from
having a six pack or "vascular" arms, if you know what I mean.  And he
always seemed to have a little stubble on his face.  All around, he was a
real man's man.

	My 20 year old brother, Jason, was leaner than Paul but still toned
with muscle.  He was a swimmer and had that swimmer's build (and a decent
six-pack).  He's about 6', dark brown hair which is hair was a little
longer than Paul's but still pretty high and tight, average skin coloring,
hairless (since he was a swimmer), and the same grayish, blue eyes as Paul.

	At 13, I had an average build, stood about 5'8" I guess, hair
slightly longer than Jason's, farmer's tan as I didn't walk around with a
shirt that often, had one or two chest hairs sprouting, and have the
family's blue eyes.

	The summer I was 13, my mother and step-dad asked my brothers if
they would mind looking after me while they go on a long trip back to my
step-father's home state for a couple of months and visit a lot of his
family that he hadn't seen in a long time.  Paul and Jason said sure, and I
was thrilled.  For the first time, they would have to spend some time with
me, and seeing as how they were older than I am (not to mention drop dead
gorgeous), I was really looking forward to doing stuff with them.  When
they had to go to swim meets or other sporting events, they would get me in
for free, and then take me out somewhere afterwards.  Around the house,
they talked to me like I was just one of the guys they hung out with, but
when I asked about something my sheltered little mind didn't understand,
they were always really nice and never condescending about explaining it to
me.
	Until the event in this story, I had never seen them naked, though
I had imagined it many times.  However, they often walked around without
their shirts on, and from their bedroom to the bathroom, I would see them
in their underwear.  Paul wore tapered boxers, Jason wore
boxerbriefs/trunks, and I wore just average boxers.  I was never quite sure
if they ever noticed me staring, but they never really said anything.  They
just treated it like walking around the lockerroom.

	One morning, when we were all still in bed, the doorbell rang.  I
looked out my window and saw the FedEx truck, so I went around to my
brothers' room to tell them.  (Because they were close to each other's age
and I was so much younger, they shared a bedroom and I got one all to
myself.)  When I knocked on the door I heard a muffled grunt telling me
that I could come in.
	When I walked in, I was mesmerized by what I saw.  Paul was lying
in bed with his bed sheets kicked down around his feet...and his hard dick
sticking out of his boxers' fly.  It was about 6", cut, unshaven, and
THICK.  He was out cold, but I was transfixed.  I stood there staring at it
for a second before I was startled back to myself when Jason asked from
behind me, "What's up, Matt?"  I shook my head and wondered if Jason knew
what I'd been looking at. When I turned around, Jason was lying in bed in
his perfectly fitting, white with black waistband trunks sticking about 2
inches above his blanket.

	"The FedEx guy is here and he just rang the doorbell," I said as
the doorbell rang again.
	Jason sighed and pulled his blankets back. He sighed as he sat
up. "Paul," he called and Paul groggily opened up his eyes.  "I think your
package just got here.  I'm gonna go see about it."  When he stood up, I
could see his trunks were pretty packed with what had probably been morning
wood a few minutes earlier.
	Paul shook his head and sat up.  "Alright, man.  I'm gonna run to
the bathroom and then I'll be right out."  He stood up, unashamed of the
hard-on sticking out of his shorts and headed to the bathroom.  I turned
around and went to the den to see what had come.  I didn't know a package
was coming.  When Jason came back from signing for the package, he brought
it in and set it down.  It was pretty thin, and I wondered what Paul had
gotten.  A few minutes later, the toilet flushed, and Paul came out of the
bathroom with his cock put back in his boxer shorts, picked up the package,
and walked over and turned on the DVD player.  He yawned as he opened the
package and I watched as a DVD dropped out.  "Jason, it came," he said
sounding excited.  Jason came back into the room from the kitchen with a
glass of milk in hand.  "Awesome," Jason said.  "Pop it in, man. I've been
lookin forward to this since you told me you ordered it."
	I started to turn around and leave the room when Paul called me
back.  "Matt, come on back.  I think you'll enjoy this.  Oh, and take your
shorts off."  I looked at him quizzically.  He looked at me and grinned a
slightly condescending grin, "You don't have to get naked, just take your
shorts off."  I looked at Jason who had just plopped down on the couch.  He
knodded excitedly.
	"Hang on," I said and went back to my room to drop my pants off.  I
couldn't help wondering what the hell was going on, but the thought of
sitting around in my underwear with Jason and Paul got me a little aroused.
I walked back into the room awkwardly where Paul was now sitting on the
opposite side of the sofa from Jason.
	"Great.  Plop down here," Paul said patting the middle sofa
cushion.  I obeyed slightly warily.
	Jason chuckled.  "Relax, man.  Relax.  This'll be fun. Trust us."
I trusted them implicitly.  That wasn't the issue.  I just didn't know why
I had to be in my underwear.
	When the video started, a couple guys came onto the scene and
talked about the great pussy they had both had the day before.  One of them
decided to call the girl, and when she came over, they started kissing her
and taking their clothes off.  I had never seen anything like this, but it
was starting to get me hard.  About that time, Paul took his hard dick back
out of his shorts and rubbed on it a little bit.  Jason was rubbing his
through his trunks.  I was tenting up a storm and my hormones were racing.
	"Take it out, Matt," Jason said with an encouraging head nod.  I
slipped my hand in and pulled it out like Paul's.
	"You ever jacked off before, man?" Paul asked.
	"I don't know what you mean," I said.
	"You know, played with yourself.  Not even in the shower?" he
asked.  I shrugged, "A couple of times while I was drying off, I guess.  It
felt so good I couldn't stop until I...you know," I said.
	Paul smiled.  "Put your hand around it and rub it like this," Paul
said and started demonstrating.  I was fascinated.  Here was my hot, older
brother rubbing his rock hard cock right next to me on the sofa.  I
couldn't take my eyes off of it.
	Slowly, while watching Paul, my hand wrapped around my dick and I
started to rub it.  My body shook in ecstasy almost immediately.  "Easy,"
Jason said with a chuckle, "You don't want to blow your load too quick."  I
turned to look at him and he had pulled his trunks down to his ankles and
was stroking what looked like an 7 1/2" – 8", cut, unshaven cock.  I
looked at it, and I looked at him, then I looked back at the video.
	By this time, the 2 guys and the woman were naked, and she had her
mouth around one of the guy's dicks and her hand on the other one rubbing
him.  I stroked a couple of more times and started to feel kind of funny.
I heard Paul moan and I looked over to him.  He was jacking off pretty
steadily.  I just stared at his cock and rubbed mine again.
	"You seem to like the sight of it," he said, bringing me back to
myself.
	My eyes darted to his in panic.  He smiled.  "No...I wasn't...I..."
	"It's alright, man.  You want to touch it?"  I couldn't believe the
offer.
	I took my hand off my cock and slowly wrapped it around his.  It
was HUGE.  "Stroke it," he said.  So I did.  He closed his eyes and moaned.
I slowly moved my hand up and down.  "Damn, you already know how to torture
a guy," he said.
	I jerked my hand back, "I'm sorry."
	He laughed.  "No, no.  That's a good thing.  It was awesome."
	I smiled a smile of relief and heard Jason say, "See?" and the next
thing I knew, he had his hand around my dick and rubbing it slowly.  My
muscles hardened and my body shook as I stole a deep breath, almost jumping
away from him, but he stroked a couple more times.  Jason laughed again,
"Like that." He said.  "Now can you do it for me?" He asked, so I did.  He
just sat back and moaned quietly.  "Damn, you learn fast."
	For the first time, I smiled.  "Really?"
	"Oh yeah," Jason said in a breathy tone.
	Paul said, "So we gonna watch the video or what?" Paul asked.
	"Fuck the video, man.  I'm too horny to watch.  You can turn it off
as far as I'm concerned, "Jason said."
	Paul leaned forward and grabbed the remote and turned it off.  Then
he stood up enough to slide his boxers off and tossed into the nearby
recliner.  Dropping back down on his bubble bare ass he said, "Good point,"
and started rubbing himself again.
	I rubbed myself a couple of times before I turned to look at Paul.
"Paul?" I asked.  He opened his eyes and looked at me.  "Would you do me
like I did you?" I asked him.  He smiled and took his massive, football
player left hand and wrapped it around my dick. I shook again, but after
only 3 or 4 jerks, my body tensed up like it had in the bathroom. But it
kept tensing, now more so than the bathroom.  I moaned loudly.  I had never
felt this before.  My eyes clamped shut.  I was dizzy, but then I felt my
semen pulsing out of my dick.  Two, three, four spurts.  It confused me.  I
had never ejaculated like that before. But it felt so good.  My body jerked
as Paul kept tugging at it and a fifth spurt flew out.
	"Shit, dude!" Paul exclaimed.  "How much cum you got in there?" he
asked.  I looked down and I was still oozing.  My body started to relax.  I
was dizzy and out of breath.
	"I'm sorry," I said as I noticed the mess on Paul's hand and on the
hardwood floor."
	Paul laughed.  "It's fine, man.  That's what you're supposed to do.
It's just been a while since I've seen that much."
	I was still breathing deeply.  "That was...What was that?" I asked.
"I've never felt like that before."
	"It's called an orgasm," said Jason.  "Feels good doesn't it?"
	I shook my head to get the room to stop spinning.  After a second I
nodded.  "Yeah."
	"That's the whole point of jacking off," Jason said then he started
to shake.  "Fuck, here I cum," he said. I sat there and watched as he
tightened his grip and a couple streams of cum shoot out onto his chest.
His butt lifted up off the couch, he shook once more, and dropped back
down. Cum oozed onto his hand as he let his cock go.  "Fuckin' A, man," he
said.  "Need help, Paul?"
	Paul smiled, took my hand and placed it on his chest.  "Matt'll
take care of me," he said with a smile.  I wasn't sure what me meant, but
instinctively I started feeling his chest.  I was completely taken in by
his muscles and actually getting to touch them and run my fingers through
his chest hair.  Without thinking, my hand dropped down to one of his big
nipples and ran my finger around it and then pinched it.  "Holy SHIT!" Paul
yelled and his butt came up off the couch.  Before I could take my hand
back, three streams of cum shot up onto his chest and across my hand.  Paul
dropped back down and heaved in deep sighs.  "He's got you beat on the
nipple play, Jase" Paul said with a smile.  "Fuck, Matt, I'd swear you'd
done that before. Thanks."
	I wasn't sure what he was talking about, but I said, "Sure.
Ummm...thanks for letting me rub your chest."
	He smiled, "Any time, but next time, you'll have to show Jason your
skills," he said.
	We all sat there for another couple minutes before Paul finally
stood up.  "Well, we've got get cleaned up."  He looked at me, "Jason'll
take mom and dad's shower; you're in with me since you didn't get as much
on you," he said.  I stood up and we started to leave the room.  Jason was
at the front of the line as we entered the hall. "Next time, we need to
teach him to suck," he said as he turned into our parents room.  I looked
back at Paul who just smiled down at me and led me into the main bathroom
to help me shower off.
	As I got older, I completely came out to them as gay, and neither
of them seemed to have a problem.  They both had girlfriends and claimed to
be straight, but every now and then (even when mom and dad were home), I'd
go into their room play with one or both of them.
	They're married now, and I'm on my own.  But they've visited a few
times since ;)

If you liked my story, give me a heads up at sithma81@yahoo.com