Date: Tue, 13 Oct 2020 18:37:44 +0000 (UTC) From: anthony scordato Subject: I Didn't Pee the Bed: Jordan and Billy Chapter 1 I have a story to tell that centers around sex between two brothers. If the subject matter bothers you or is illegal in the area where you live or you under the age of 18, it is now time for you to leave this page. This story will be short compared to many that are on niffy. I hope you will enjoy it. Please donate to Nifty. Brothers Jordan and Billy part one Jordan and I were raised in a very small conservative Christian town in Northern California by a very strict father who believed that if you spare the rod you spoil the child and a very passive mother who believed she was to support every decision her husband made. We lived in a nice neighborhood and had a typical middle class house and upbringing. And, of course, we went to church every Sunday. Jordan is three years older than me. He was always very good looking no matter what age he was. He had the straight dark brown hair and blue eye thing going for him. He was athletic and in high school he played football and ran track. He was Mr. Popular with all the girls and the guys. He had a 4.3 GPA and was his senior class president. I always called him Mr. Perfect. With all that going on you'd think his bare ass and my father's belt never met. Wrong. It got to the point where he'd just strip naked, grab the his knees and grunt with each blow. My father had this theory that if I watched Jordan getting beaten, I'd never step out of line. That didn't work either. When I got the belt, Jordan would have to sit and watch. The difference between him and me was that I cried. Now you'd think that with all that Jordan had going for him, he might be a typical jock, straight A, asshole. Well, maybe he was with people he didn't like or to show off at school, but he was the best big brother a guy could have. He was my best friend. I never hung out with him at school, or when he'd pal around with friends, but when he and I would play hoops, or go for a run, or be at home he was always supportive and caring. Jordan and I had our own rooms, but we shared a bathroom. The set up was - between his bedroom and my bedroom there was a bathroom. There were two doors into the bathroom. One from his room and one from mine. So no one could get to the bathroom unless they came through one of our bedrooms. Being kids, the doors to the bathroom were never closed. It was our easy access to each other after lights out. When I was eight or nine, I noticed that Jordan had hair around his penis. Sharing a bathroom we saw each other naked all the time. I have vivid memories of showering in our stall shower and looking through the glass door at Jordan sitting on the toilet taking a dump and as the smell would fill the air, he'd look at me and smiled. "Jordan, you smell like a dead cat." And he'd laugh and press out a fart that would echo. "You love my farts," he'd say. "You're gross." He'd sit there until I was done with my shower. I'd step out and he'd step in. "How come you're getting hair on your dick." "Everyone gets hair there." "Really?" "Yeah," he said as both of us stared at his cock. "My dick is getting bigger too." We glanced at mine. "Will mine get bigger." "No. You're always going to have a tiny winy," he said and laughed. "Shut up." "Of course yours will get bigger." "When? How big will it get?" Jordan and I, when we were younger and for a good period of time, bathe together. He and I would sit in the tub and when my father left us alone, we'd touch each other's penis enjoying the way it felt. After moving from the bath tub in our parents bathroom to the shower in our room, we'd share a shower and as Jordan would say, we had to make sure each other's penis was good and clean so we didn't get diseases. I'd soap up my hands and he'd soap up his and we'd take turns rubbing each other's penis until it was hard and good and clean. When we stopped sharing a shower, he'd rub his penis until it was hard and clean and I'd spend time doing mine. "Here look," he said, rubbing his penis as I watched. Soon he had an erection. "Wow. It is bigger." "Yeah. Rub yours." It never took much encouragement for me to play with my dick. I rubbed mine and quickly got hard. "Mine is like yours used to be." "Yeah. Yours will grow when you get to be my age." One of the many rules my father had was that we could not eat dinner until the four of us were sitting at the table. Dinnertime was 6:30 everyday unless announced otherwise. If Jordan or I were late it meant the strap. Needless to say, Jordan and I were home in time for dinner. There were times when Jordan had a game or a meet that meant he could be home at that time. That was allowed because it was arranged ahead of time. One day during the summer when I was eleven, I was late for dinner. As I rode my bike home, I started to cry. I had avoided the strap for almost four years but had watched as Jordan bent over and got beaten. I walked into the house shaking. "William," my father called out as I opened the door. "Yes, it's me." "You're fourteen minutes late." I glanced up at the kitchen clock. He was right. "I," "Is there a reasonable excuse for your tardiness." "I," "What's a reasonable excuse," Jordan asked. "He was performing CPR on someone and couldn't leave or they'd die." Jordan just stared at my father. I could see he was angry. He glanced at me and sighed. "Is there a reason," my father asked. "I was," My father got up from his seat and picked up the phone. I knew if I gave some excuse that he didn't believe, he'd call my friends parents and ask. "I was playing in Sean's backyard and I forgot the time." My father sat down. "Eat your dinner and we'll deal with this later." "I'm not hungry." "Then sit here until I'm done and then go to your room and wait until I'm ready for you." I sat on my bed and rocked back and forth. I couldn't remember what the beating felt like but I had watched Jordan get the strap several times and it looked terrible. Jordan joined me in my room. "Billy, it looks worse than it feels." "Yeah, sure. You know that's bullshit." "Watch it. He's in the next room. He can hear you." I shrugged. "You're right. It feels worse than it looks, but it will be over soon. Just keep thinking that," he moved close to my ear and said, "he's a fucking asshole." We made eye contact. "I'm scared." "I know. I'll be here and after I'll kiss your butt and make it better." I smiled. "It's a deal." "Get undressed or he'll yell at you for keeping him waiting." I stood facing Jordan and undressed. I noticed Jordan staring at my dick. "You're getting hair," he whispered. "Yeah, a little, I guess." "I didn't notice." "You have to look really close." My father entered the room holding his belt. "Grab the back of your chair and bend over," he said. I walked over to my desk chair but the back was so high that I was almost standing tall. I looked back at him. He was glancing around. Jordan was sitting on my bed. He said, "Come here." I looked at my father and walked over to Jordan. He said, "Bend over and put your hand on my thighs," as he looked at my father. Sheepishly, I bent over and put my hands on Jordan's legs and arched my back. I was about to receive fourteen licks, one for each minute I was late. My father put his hand on the small of my back as Jordan held my wrists. My face was buried in the nape of his neck. My father began beating my ass and counting. I began to cry. Jordan kept saying, "You're going to be okay." When he called out ten, I was sure I couldn't take anymore. "It's almost over," Jordan whispered. When my father left the room I collapsed into Jordan's arms and wept. "It hurts." "I know, but it's over." I whispered, "I hate him." "Me, too." I closed my bedroom door and lay on my stomach on my bed and cried. Jordan sat beside me. "It will stop stinging by tomorrow." "You said you'd kiss it. Maybe that will help," I said, turning my head toward him and smiled. "I'm not going to kiss you butt, but later, after they go to bed, I'm going to show you something that will make you forget that your butt hurts." "What?" "Later." I must have fallen asleep because when I later opened my eyes to his whispering my name, my room was dark. "Billy, wake up." "I'm up." "You have to be quite, okay?" "Okay." I watched as he put a towel along the bottom crack of my door and pushed the lock button. Then he turned on my desk lamp. He was naked. Jordan was fourteen years old and had a nice mound of pubic hair and a four inch flaccid cut cock that when erect looked to be at least seven inches. I had seen it hard on several occasions. Usually, in the morning when he'd wake up, come into the bathroom to pee and wait for me to get out of the shower. His cock even looked to be thicker than when he was thirteen. His balls were smooth and good sized. He got into bed beside me. "Roll over," he whispered. "On my butt." "Yes. Just do it." Gently, I rolled over. "Have you been jerking off?" "What?" When you go to a Christian middle school, there isn't a lot of talk about jerking off. "You know, rubbing your dick. Getting hard." "Yeah, sure." "Did you come." "What do you mean? "Shoot a load of cum." I just stared at him. "Okay, watch." He began to stroke his cut cock. I felt my face suddenly get hot and my cock got hard all on its own. "See you stroke it like this. Do yours." I started stroking as I watched him. I never thought to do this other than in the shower with soap and I never did it for more than a minute or so after getting hard. I thought the idea behind doing it was just to get hard. He kept stroking and watching me. "How does it feel?" "Weird. I mean it kind of tickles." "Yeah, well make your hand move over the head." "How?" He reached over and began stroking my cock. "How does that feel?" "Great. Keep doing it." He kept stroking my cock as we both watching his hand moving over my dick. "Okay, you do yours," he said. "Like I was doing it." "Can I try yours." "Stroking my cock? "Yeah." "Go ahead." I put my fingers around his cock. I think I will be an old man and still remember that moment and how incredible it felt to have my fingers wrapped around his cock. "Like this?" He put his hand over mine and made me tighten my grip and stroke faster. He was right, without thinking and without regard for my bruised ass, I sat up and crossed my legs so I could sit beside his hips and kept stroking his cock. "Does that feel right?" "It feels great. Soon I'm going to come." I could take my eyes off his cock. "What do you mean?" "You'll see. Cum, this white thick gooey stuff is going to shoot out. It's what makes babies." "Sperm." "Right. When it starts shooting out, don't stop. Don't pull your hand away. You've got to keep doing it until I tell you to stop." "Okay." I could feel his cock getting harder almost like a piece of wood. Ah, I thought, that's why he says when he's hard that he has wood." "It's going to happen," he moaned. And just like he said, thick white gooey stuff shot out of his cock and landed on his chest, my arm, his stomach and my hand. I kept stroking his cock until he put his hand on mine and said, "Stop." We made eye contact. I said, "Wow, that was cool. Does it feel good?" "Fantastic." I stared at the cum on my hand and then ran my finger through it. "It's clumpy and gooey. Your dick got really hard and your legs were shaking." "I know. It's like your whole body feels awesome." I moved the cum around on the back of my hand studying it. I moved it to my nose. "It doesn't smell." "Well, if you come on something and leave it, you can smell it." "What does it smell like?" "I don't know. It kind of tastes salty I guess." "You've tasted it?" I asked. "Yeah. I mean people swallow it." "Can I taste it?" "Go ahead." First I pressed my tongue against the glob. It didn't taste of anything. I looked at him and said, "You never tasted it." "I don't lie to you, ever." He ran his finger over his stomach and grabbed a glob of cum and then put it on his tongue. Then he gathered more and licked his finger. He showed me a large white glob on his tongue and them he closed his mouth and then opened it and it was gone. I licked my hand clean and then swallowed. "It kind of tastes of nothing but maybe a little salty." "Lay down." I did. He sat up beside me. "Don't moan or groan." "Okay." He took my rock hard cock in hand and began stroking my six inch erection. "Will mine get to be long and fat like yours." "Thick, not fat and yes." I lay there, glancing down at my cock being stroked by my brother and then at him. He was staring at my cock. Then he glanced at me and said, "Feel good?" "Yes. It kind of tickles all over my body." "Yeah. It's going to get really intense soon." My body began tensing. My stomach muscles tightened. He and I made eye contact. He smiled. "Let it happen." I gripped the sheets of the bed. My legs began to shake and then it felt like my balls were trying to explode through my cock. Pulse after pulse of pure pleasure charged through my body. Jordan stopped stroking my cock. He looked at me and said, "I bet you're going to be doing that a lot." "Wow," I said looking down at my stomach. I didn't shoot far like he did but there was cum sitting in a pool on my stomach. He showed me his hand. There sat a large glob of cum. "How was it?" "Wow. I didn't know I could do that." "Yeah, well don't tell anyone. I mean everyone does it, but don't talk about it. You don't want it getting back to Dad or you're going to get a long lecture." "I won't," I said, touching the cum on my stomach. "Taste it," he said and smiled. I gathered a glob and put it on my tongue and then moved it around in my mouth. Then I swallowed it. "It kind of tastes like yours. Taste it." He licked his hand clean. "Yeah. I guess it all tastes the same. Do you want to do it again." "Yes," I said smiling. He lay down and began stroking his cock. I sat up. He looked at me and said, "You want to do me or do yourself?" "I can do you if you want." "Yeah, sure. I mean it feels kind a good to just lay back." I stroked his cock. He asked me to play with his nuts and I did. My cock was rock hard the entire time I masturbated him and when he came he seemed to come more the second time. Without thinking about it, I licked my hand clean. He masturbated me and that time I did shoot up to my neck. I was amazed at how good it felt. "Okay," he said, getting up. "Now you know how to jerk off. But let me tell you, it's best to do it in the shower so your cum just goes down the drain." "That's what you do?" "Yeah, but I also jerk off at night before I go to sleep." "Every night." "Yup. And when you do you've got to clean up the mess. Don't get it on the sheets or Mom will know." "Just eat it all?" He smiled. "No. Just take toilet paper to bed with you. Clean yourself off and remember to flush it in the morning." "Oh that's why you have the wad of toilet paper in the morning. I thought you were blowing your nose or something." "Blowing something is right. And if you're going to blow a load in the shower, don't take all day. Start in bed. Get yourself going, then go pee, and then finish off in the shower or there won't be any hot water left for me." "Okay." He began to leave my room. "Jordan," I said. He turned. "Thanks for when Dad was beating my ass. You know, for holding me. And thanks for showing me how to jerk off." He smiled. "Yeah, yeah. I told you you'd forget your butt." I smiled and nodded. The next morning I woke up with wood. I stroked it for a while. Then I went into the bathroom and into the shower. Jordan stepped into the bathroom. His cock was hard. He peed then put toothpaste on his toothbrush and turned toward me. He brushed his teeth with one hand and stroked his cock with the other as he watched me as I stroked my cock. It didn't take but a minute and I shot my load onto the shower wall. I quickly soaped up, rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. He stepped in. I brushed my teeth and watched as he used soap to slide his hand back and forth over his cock until he shot his load. That entire day I sat in class with a hard on thinking about the last twenty-four hours and getting home so that I could jerk off. After I jerked off, I rode my bike to my friend's house. When we went to his room I asked his mother to remind me when it was 5:30 so that I had plenty of time to get home for dinner. I rounded the corner of our block at 5:45. I saw a neighbor friend and stopped to talk to him. A few minutes later, Jordan rode by on his bike. "Don't be late," he shouted. "Don't worry." Minutes later I headed home and as I turned into the driveway, I spotted my father's car parked there. I guess I should have gotten off my bike and walked it up the driveway, but instead I rode it. And as I passed the driver's side door I lost control for just a second and my handle bar put a scratch into the door. Immediately, my stomach roiled and tears filled my eyes. This was bad. My butt still hurt from the night before. I couldn't take another beating. I went into the house and ran to my bedroom, through the bathroom and into Jordan's room. "I fucked up," I said, tears in my eyes. "You're here on time." "Come outside." He followed me. I pointed to the car door. "How did you do that?" "My bike. I fucked up. I'm going to get a beating again." "Let me see if I can rub it out." He went into the garage and got car wax and a rag. He knelt by the door and started rubbing. Some of it came out, but part of the scratch was deep. He looked at me and said, "It won't come out." We heard the house door open and saw my father walking toward us. "What happened?" Jordan stood and said, "I scratched your door." I saw my father's face twist with anger. "How did you do that?" "I rode my bike up the driveway. I screwed up." My father stood by the car and stared at the scratch. "You should know better," he said through his teeth. He started undoing his belt. "Get to your room and wait for me." We walked to the house. As we got to Jordan's room, I said, "Why did you do that? I did it. We should tell him." "You can't take another beating. I'll be fine," he said taking off his shirt. "But," "Billy, let it go. If you tell him now, he'll beat your ass and mine for lying. So just sit and watch and don't say anything." Tears filled my eyes and I shook my head. "Jordan, I'm sorry." Jordan stood naked and said, "You can pay me back later." "How?" "You can give me a hand job," he said and smiled. Soon my father entered the room. Jordan bent over and grabbed his knees. "When will you decide to act like a responsible person rather than a child." "Tomorrow," Jordan said. "And you're a smart ass," he said as he swung wide and started beating Jordan. I sat on his bed and let tears fall from my eyes. He hit Jordan ten times for the car door and another ten times for being a smart ass. As he left the room, he said, "Get dressed for dinner." "I'll pass," Jordan said. "I didn't ask. I'm telling you to be at dinner." Jordan put on a pair of joggers. I watched as he sat at the dinner table. I was sure he was in pain but he showed no sign of it. When dinner was over, we went to his room. He slowly pulled his joggers off. I looked at his butt. It was bad. There were several places where there was blood under his skin. "Fuck, Jordan." "I'm okay. Maybe you owe me two hand jobs." "Maybe ten," I said. I gave Jordan a hand job that night and the next nine nights. It seemed odd that this was how I had to pay him back because I loved jerking him off and I'd do it anything he wanted. After that ,Jordan and I jerked off together often. Typically, I'd sneak into his room when I'd hear him turn off his light and get into bed. We had to listen for anyone walking about. If we heard anything, I was to quickly but quietly get into the bathroom and then into my bed. Fortunately, that never happened. He and I, in the darkness of his room, would lie beside each other and masturbate. I was never sure why, but it always seemed more exciting masturbating beside him than it was doing it alone.