Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2020 16:35:08 +0000 (UTC)
From: acgib1943@protonmail.com
Subject: Jimmy and BB C-1

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	Mom told us that we needed to take a bath. I always took baths with
my little brother. Well, he was not so little anymore, not like when he was
five or six. We had bathed together since he was old enough for me to be
put in charge, like when he was maybe one. I was four so I was three years
older than Jimmy when mom let me bathe Jimmy. Of course, she had taught me
how to wash him. He squirmed a lot at first and I had to put a towel in the
tub so I could control him.

	I was sure to follow instructions and wash him good all over
including his pee-pee and bum, being sure to get his crack good. At four I
could wash myself except my crack. Mom did that for me.

	As Jimmy got older. he began to call me BB not able to say
Benjamin. As we grew, he helped wash me, so mom did not have to do it. I
think Jimmy was in first grade and I was in fourth when our relationship
changed. We were in the bath. We were talking about school. We always
washed each other, even at our ages. He was just stroking my wiener in a
lazy way as he washed it as we talked not focusing as he kept washing my
wiener. I began to feel a tingle between my legs.

	I was getting a feeling I never felt before. Jimmy kept talking,
not aware of what was going on with me. I knew we both got hard when we
bathed, like all the time. We just figured it was what happened. This time
my wiener felt harder than ever. Jimmy stopped washing and the feeling went
away.

	"Why are you breathing funny, BB," he asked"

	I did not know. I only knew that before he stopped, something
awesome was going on.

	"Jimmy would you wash my wiener some more?"

	"BB, I washed it. It's clean."

	"Please, Jimmy wash it like you were and do it until I tell you to
stop."

	"Okay, but that's weird."

	The feelings returned. "Wash faster Jimmy," I panted. "Faster. Grip
it tighter."

	Suddenly, I shook, my body got all stiff, and the best feeling ever
happened.

	Jimmy stopped. "Did I hurt you, BB?"

	I sank into the tub shaking my head. "No. All good. That felt so
good."

	Jimmy looked unsure. I grabbed him to me. I hugged him and kissed
him. As his wet body rubbed on mine, I felt an intense love for my little
brother in a way I had not ever felt. I shivered holding his skinny body. I
kissed him for a long time in a way we never kissed until he pulled away.

	"That was sloppy, BB. You put your tongue in my mouth."

	We climbed out and dried. I felt something had changed. I did not
know what.

	The next night I asked him to wash my wiener like he did last
night. The same feeling attacked me. I did not know what was happening, I
only knew I never wanted it to stop.

	Some days later, Jimmy asked me to wash his wiener like he washed
mine. I did and paid attention to rubbing my index finger over his tip.

	"BB don't stop. Faster. That feels so good when you rub my tip."

	He stood in front of me. I could see his skinny hips shaking. He
was saying stuff like, "Oh. Oh. BB. BB. Oh." And just like that his little
wiener shivered and he shook.

	He sat down, his bum on my thigh. I felt a tiny arm go around my
neck. He looked at me and kissed me. "I love you BB." Of course, we often
said we loved each other, but this felt different, something more
intense. We seemed to kiss forever. I even ran my tongue over his lips. We
sat together until the water became cold, so we climbed out and dried each
other. We had not dried each other for many years since he learned to dry
himself.

	In the bedroom we put on our undies. He still wore Spidey tights
and shirts. I had moved to colored ones. When mom came in to kiss us
goodnight, Jimmy asked, "Can I sleep with BB? I want him to snuggle me
tonight."

	Mom had no problem and told us to get in together. Then she tucked
us in, kissed us both, turned out the light and closed the door.

	Jimmy put his arms around me and snuggled tight. That's how we
awoke the next morning.

	So began our nightly ritual of bathing and snuggling that continued
until he was nine and I was twelve. We continued to wash each other's
wieners every night, making us shiver. It felt so good.

	It was a Saturday night. Mom wished us a good night. We lay
comfortably in each other's arms. Mom had given up trying to make us sleep
in separate beds, so she donated our two beds and bought one that was
called a queen bed. We rolled around and enjoyed touching before settling
down. This night Jimmy said, "BB. Let's take our undies off."

	"You mean sleep with nothing on?"

	"Yeah. Can we?"

	I thought that might be different, so I said, "Okay."

	He shucked his off so fast, he beat me. I was not far behind.
Seeing him with no clothes on was not a big deal. When we were nakie, he
started the rolling we did. We rubbed and rolled. I began to get that
feeling I got in the tub. Jimmy was on top of me. He stopped rolling and
pressed to my front. "BB." He was flushed. "Push against me". When I did,
he pushed against me. Next, he began sliding so our wieners were rubbing
together. I began to have that feeling. I could tell he felt the same. We
rubbed faster. In moments we stiffened, and the most intense thrill spread
through my body. Our arms were wrapped tight on each other and he kissed me
with his tongue between my lips.

	We moved off each other, collapsing on our backs. I was idly
stroking myself when I felt wetness at the tip of my wiener. I sat up.
Jimmy sat up also. "Look. Something happened to my wiener. It's wet."  He
bent over and looked closely. He touched the tip and rubbed it. Pulling his
finger away he looked at it. Then he put it in his mouth. "Not pee," he
said.

	He looked thoughtful. "I have a friend in my class. He told me that
he has an older brother. His brother lets him watch him rub his wiener. His
brother rubs his wiener fast. When he goes really fast, he stiffens, and
fluid shoots out of his wiener. He says that his brother calls it sperm. He
says that is what boys use to make babies. My friend really likes watching,
and his brother likes to be watched, and his brother does more than that
with him."

	"Like what?"

	"I can ask."

	I stared at Jimmy. "Do you think that is what happened to me?"

	He shrugged. "Want to try it again?"

	"I'm tired, Jimmy. Tomorrow."

	"Okay but can we sleep nakie all the time?"

	"Yep. As soon as mom closes our door."

	Monday, we rode our bus home from school, I could tell Jimmy was
busting to tell me something. As soon as I closed the back door, he turned
and looked so excitedly at me. "Oh BB. My friend told me what he and his
brother do. His brother gets nakie and so does my friend. They get on his
brother's bed. Then my friend rubs his brother's wiener. When it is super
hard, it moves, like bobbing. That is when he puts it in his mouth and
sucks it like he is sucking a popsicle. Then, listen, his brother makes
sperms in my friend's mouth and my friend swallows it all. Then they kiss
and swap sperms."

	"That sounds gross, Jimmy."

	"My friend says it is awesome. We gotta do it. Also, my friend says
that we can come over on Saturday and watch them."

	I felt unsure. But maybe I was ready to taste Jimmy then he could
taste me.

	After our bath and mom had closed the door, we got nakie. "Who's
first?"

	"My idea. I'll go first BB."

	"We will do what my friend told me. You lay on your back. I sit
between your legs and rub your wiener. Tell me when you have the feeling
and I'll put it in my mouth."

	That's what we did. My little brother looked between my wiener and
my face as he rubbed me. "BB your face is red."

	"Don't stop Jimmy. Quick, put your mouth on me and suck."

	He sucked a couple of times before I felt a very strong tingle, the
strongest I had ever felt. I grabbed his hair, raised up into his mouth,
and screamed.

	Jimmy pulled off running his tongue over his lips. "You okay, BB? I
tasted you, a lot. It tastes good. I have some on my lips. Lick them."

	I did. I could taste a salty something. I looked at Jimmy. "Tastes
good." I pulled him into a nakie hug. We both squirmed a bit. "My turn."

	My nine year old brother lay nakie on our bed. I loved looking at
his slim body laid out under me. His arms were behind his head. I could see
his nipples and his belly button and his thin wiener and his sack. His legs
were long and spread apart. His feet were cute. Sitting between his legs, I
did not need to rub him. He was hard, but I rubbed his tip. He squirmed. I
loved seeing him do that. He moaned and I knew I was making him moan. I
could make my little brother have fun. I liked that. I bent over and put
the tip of my tongue on his tip. He moaned long and hard from deep in his
throat. I did that again. He moaned my name. His voice sounded needy. He
moaned more. I loved hearing him moan knowing I was doing this to him. With
no more thinking, I took his little three inch wiener into my mouth and
sucked. His hips started bucking. I loved knowing I could make him do
this. I never wanted to stop making him moan my name because I knew I loved
my Jimmy.

	All of a sudden he cried, "BB. BB. Oh, BB." His thin hips
stiffened, and they rose, his wiener hard in my mouth. I felt his wiener
throb like it never did when we rubbed each other. When his breathing
slowed, I lay with his wiener in my mouth feeling it soften. He idly rubbed
my hair until finally pulling me up to kiss him. We kissed and rubbed our
hands all over each other. Soon we were rolling and rubbing. The feelings
returned and we both got the tingles. We were hugging so tightly and
moaning and kissing. He kept breathing my name as I breathed his. I felt
like we were joined together. I loved my brother and I told him so. He told
me he loved me too.

	We lay kissing until we had to get up and get dressed before mom
came home.



Next Saturday, they meet Jimmy's friend and his brother