Date: Wed, 3 Aug 2011 09:52:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matt Smith <smithma81@yahoo.com>
Subject: Locker Room Etiquette from my Brother

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
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Lockerroom Etiquette from my Brother

I'm 18 as I write this story, but the story takes place when I (Matt) was
14 years old and my brothers were 23 and 20

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.

Many of you have read my past stories about circle jerking with my brothers
and coming out to them as gay.  All of this took place before I officially
started high school.

This story takes place a couple of weeks into high school when I had to
start changing clothes and showering in the locker room before and after
PE.

Jason picked me up from school that day.  Because the school I was zoned
for was a piece of shit school, my parents got permission for me to attend
another one, but there was no bus service provided outside of my zone.  But
I didn't like riding the bus when I was in elementary and middle school
anyway.  Sometimes my mom would pick me up, and sometimes Paul did, but
apparently it was Jason's turn to pick me up.  All three of them had been
given permission by the school to get me as it was sometimes more
convenient for one than the other.  I learned to look for any of the three
cars.  Consciously, I never gave much thought to who was picking me up, as
soon as I saw any of the three cars, I just walked and climbed in.  But in
the back of my mind, I always preferred when it was one of my brothers
rather than my mom.  My mom still didn't know I was gay.  Only Jason and
Paul knew.

On this particular day, though, I was even hoping it would be Jason, and I
was very glad to see that it was.  He wasn't quite as mature as Paul and
wasn't quite as good at giving advice, but for some reason, I wanted him
this time, at least to discuss this issue.

When his truck got close enough, I went ahead and walked over, opened the
door and climbed in.  "Hey, Matt," he said as I pulled on my seat belt.
"How was your day?"

I wasn't sure how to say it.  You see, here I am, I newly self-discovered
gay kid who's been given permission to hang around a room with a bunch of
half-naked and naked guys.  I was excited and scared to death all at the
same time.

"Well," I said, "It was a little...weird."

"What happened?" he asked as we inched up in the car line.

Still being stuck in the car line, I was afraid someone would over hear me.
Not that they would have, but, whether I was or I wasn't, I was feeling
really exposed.  Like everyone was trying to listen in on what I was
talking about.

"Let's just say today was the 3rd day we dressed out in PE, and the first
day we were told to shower." I said.

Jason shrugged as he watched the line ahead of him.  I could tell he was
looking forward to getting out of that line, and he kept his eye on how far
we were to pulling out.  "So?" he said.

"So?  So plenty.  How would you feel if you were told to change clothes in
the girls' locker room?" I asked.

Jason grinned.  "I'd probably be walking around with a permanent boner," he
said.  I let it sink in for a second.  "OOOHHH!" he finally let out.  "Wow!
I hadn't thought of that, man.  Shit!  You do have a problem don't you?" he
said.

"Yeah!  And I don't know what to do.  Especially since there's a few
juniors and seniors in the class."  I lost it for a second, "Damn a couple
of them are cute.  There's couple that are really cut, and have the best
taste in underwear." I let out and then snapped back.  "Sorry."

Jason chuckled, "No problem, man.  I don't have to get it to accept it," he
said.  That was probably one of the deepest and most meaningful things he'd
ever said to me.  I sort of saw him in a new light after that.

"Well, how do you deal with it?" I asked him.

He laughed.  "I don't have the same problem you do," he said.

"Well, isn't there some kind of locker room etiquette or something like
that?  I've heard guys check each other out in the locker room sometimes.
How do you keep from getting caught?" I asked.

Finally we were pulling out of the school campus, and Jason started to say
more than just a few words at a time.  "So let me get this straight, you
want me to give you advice on how to check out guys in the locker room
without getting caught?  I don't know, man.  If anyone gets the idea that
you're checking them out, you could end up in a lot of trouble," he said.

"I know that, that's why I'm asking what to do.  And it doesn't have to be
how to check them out.  I'm just asking what's normal for a locker room.
You're a swimmer, you spend half your life in a locker room," I said.

Jason chuckled, "Well, I'll admit, guys do have a tendency to check out the
competition.  But you never glance for more than maybe 1/2 a second before
you look at something else.  Besides, it's not like we're doing it to enjoy
the sight, but I think every guy is curious to know what the next guy's
dick looks like.  But if you're wanting to sit and stare --"

"No!  That's precisely what I don't want to do.  I'll get pounded for sure!"

"When is PE?" he asked.

"Last period of the day."

"Do they shower?"

"Sometimes."

"Do you?"

My skin flushed.  "I haven't been able to bring myself to.  I look in there
and see a couple of those muscular seniors, and I have to figure out how to
hide my tent.  There's no way I could hide a naked boner."

Jason chuckled, "Well, I will say that the occasional boner does pop up
every now and then.  It's natural blood flow, but..." he paused to change
his tone, "no boner ever goes unteased," he said sympathetically.  "Even
mine.  I mean, we know it's nothing, but you can't pass up teasing a guy
for getting hard in a room full of other guys.  I don't think you'd care
for that much huh?"

"You pick on other guys for getting hard?" I said with a note of horror.

"We don't beat them up or anything?" he said defensively.  "We just point
it out and chuckle and maybe make a brief joke.  It's not like we ridicule
him."

"Well, still, you're right, I'd feel exposed," I said.

"No pun intended, huh?" he joked.

"Jason! I'm trying to be serious here.  What do I do?"

"I'm sorry, man."  By this point we were pulling up to the house and
parking.  Jason put the truck into park, unbuckled his seat belt and
shifted to look at me more directly.  "Look, if you like, either me or Paul
can come get you a little early and then you don't have to go into the
locker room.  You can come straight out to us.  Mom never gets off work
early enough, but I could, even in Paul couldn't."

"Really?" I said with a note of confusion.

"You don't like the idea?" he asked.

I couldn't stop a wry smile.  "Well, I didn't say I didn't like looking.
But maybe you could come early, before they start expecting me to shower?
Maybe, 5 minutes earlier than you did today?" I asked.

Jason smiled, "So you do want to sit and look?" he asked.

Immediately the images of some of these guys started coming back to mind.
Some of them were down right beautiful.  I went kind of dreamy for a
second.  "Jason, there's maybe 4 of them.  I don't know how, but they
almost look like they've been held back several years, they're so cut and
built.  One of them wears these boxerbriefs that give a perfect outline of
his dick.  One of them even wears briefs sometimes, and those don't look
good on every guy.  And the way they all walk around like it's nothing.
They're just so naturally hot and confident enough to parade around their
underwear."  While I had let go and dreamed for a second, I realized enough
to know he probably didn't want to hear the descriptions of their asses or
cocks.

When I came to, I could tell Jason wasn't paying attention to what I was
saying.  He was paying attention to the tent that had popped up in my
pants.

"Woa, man.  If you do that when you just talk about them...(not that I want
to hear it)" he mumbled.

"Well, I do a decent job of keeping it down when I'm in there, but it's not
easy."  A flush of hormones rushed through me and I couldn't help but grab
it.  "Damn I'm so horny!"

Jason smiled, "Now that I can help you with."

We went inside and he took me back to his room.  I wasn't sure what he was
planning, but I was looking forward to it.  "I've been a little horny
myself, but you've been too busy with homework lately.  Now I think I'll
teach you a little something."  He pulled his wife-beater off over his head
and reached out for my shirt and pulled it over my head.  He stood for a
second just rubbing my chest and admiring it.  "They got you lifting
weights in your PE class?" he asked.

"The first half of every period," I said.

"It's paying off," he said.  "You're getting a little definition starting
to show through.

I reached up and rubbed his chest.  "Not as much as you," I said.

He chuckled.  "It'll come," he said.  "In the meantime, why don't you slid
these off?" he said and started to unbuckle my belt and unbutton my jeans.
My dick was already poking through the fly in my boxers.

I reached out and grabbed his basketball shorts.  "Only if you get rid of
these," I said and pulled them down.

I could see his hard on forming and we continued to rub each other down,
admiring each other's muscles.  While I knew he was flattering me some, it
made me feel good that he was noticing that I was putting on a little tone,
and that he was trying to make me feel good.  I still thought I was kind of
puny, but my goal was to get at least as built as him if not Paul (I'm
getting fairly close to meeting that goal now LOL).

Jason took time to exam every one of my muscles as if to grade objectively
like a test.  "Not bad," he said about my arms.  "Showing promise," he said
as his hand slid across my pecs.  He paused at my abs, "These look good
now, but they'll take work to keep them looking good.  The belly can go
soft before anything else," he advised.  (Not that I mind. Paul's belly is
a little softer than Jason's, but I LOVE it).

Then he walked around behind me, grabbed my boxers, and pulled them down.
"Y'all have started squats?" he asked as he hands slid over my ass and my
dick jumped around in ecstasy.

"Yeah," I let out with a half moan.

"I can tell." As he rubbed my ass, I noticed something weird.  His finger
accidentally slid up in hole.  I flinched.  "Sorry," he said, "You don't
like that?" he asked.

"What?" I asked confused.

One of his hands started to guide my back downward until I was partially
bent over his bed.  Then he started rubbing my ass again.  I loved the
sensation of his hands gliding over the soft skin of my butt.  Then it
happened again, only this time, it sent a surge of hormones through me as
his finger went slightly further in.  "This.  You don't like it when I do
this?" he asked.

I couldn't hold back a moan.  "I don't know," I finally got out.

"Sounds like you do."  His finger went in a little further, and I was
fairly sure I felt a second finger.  It didn't' fit as well, but I couldn't
steal myself away from it.  Then he began to massage around in
there...slowly.

I gasped several times. I moaned.  Pre-cum started to dribble from my cock.

Then he pulled his fingers out and turned me around.  He stood back up and
looked me in the eyes.  I was lost in his penetrating eyes.  "It's called
fingering," he said.  "I guess you can figure out why."  I just stared at
him.  "You okay?" he asked.  I didn't say anything.  He put his hands on my
shoulder and slowly guided me to sit down on the bed.  "Did you like it?"
he asked.  I just nodded.  Jason chuckled.  "It's something I do,
sometimes, to make my orgasm a little more intense.  Paul won't do it.  He
says his as is an exit, not an entrance, but I keep telling him what he's
missing.  You should try it sometimes, fingering your ass while you jack
off."

I finally let out, "So you're going to just leave me like this?" I said
with a frustration I didn't mean to let out.  "I'm this close to exploding
all over the room and you're going to leave me hanging?"

He caught himself, "Oh sorry.  I wanted you to do it to me, next," he said.

I really needed to get off.  But he had already slid his underwear off,
stood up, and leaned over the bed like he had me do.

I looked at his hot ass (I always wondered why he didn't have tan lines,
but I loved it).  I grabbed his ass cheeks and spread them apart and
noticed, this was more than a 1 finger job.

Then an idea struck me.  One I'd never had before.  But I was so horny.
Yeah, it might work.  Or would he know the difference?  I mean, I think it
would fit.  "Come on, man," he said.  "Don't leave me hanging."

Before I realized what I was doing I was sliding my rock hard cock up his
ass.  He flinched.  "Shit man, not so many," he said, but I couldn't stop.
I started sliding my rock hard cock in and out, and in and out and then
realized he massaged, so maybe I should do that.  "Oh FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" he
yelled out.  "What are you doing back there?"

Before I could answer, though, he yelled out, "Oh God! I'm cumming!"  His
body heaved a couple of times, and his ass clamped down on my dick.  I
think that instant moment of shock was the only thing that kept me from
spewing inside his ass, which I didn't want to do since he didn't realize
that's what I was doing.

The second his ass relaxed, I pulled out, but in doing so, it was just what
I need to get me going.  I grabbed hold and started jacking for all it was
worth as stream after stream of hot cum hit him in the ass and back.  I had
tensed up so bad that I couldn't even make any sound, let alone moan.
Another stream shot out about the time Jason had turn around to drop down
on the bed.

Finally I started to calm down.  After a second I noticed Jason staring up
at me, confused.  "What the fuck was that, man?" he said, and I couldn't
tell if he was mad or not.

Then I started to panic.  "I am so sorry!" I got out.  A lump started to
form in my throat.  I just knew he was going to kill me.  "I'm so sorry!"
I said.  "I don't know what happened?  I just wondered how it would fit and
before I could stop myself, I tried it!"  I was freaking out by this point.

"Tried what, what are you talking about?" he asked.

"That wasn't my fingers," I finally said.

He sat up.  I couldn't figure out what his expression was.  "Holy Shit, did
you just butt fuck me?  Seriously, did you just stick your dick up my ass?"

All I could do was nod my head in panic.  Jason looked confused for a
second.  Then he looked like he was actually thinking about it.  His gaze
stared drifted into space as he realized what had just happened.  I was
panic stricken.  What was he about to do?  I know I didn't ask, and, well,
I was figuring out it was an invasion.

After tormentingly long moment, he looked up at me with what looked like
astonishment.  "It felt good," he said.

I nearly collapsed on top of him in relief.  I managed to plop down next to
him though.  "I'm sorry I didn't ask, though.  I was just so horny, that
the thought it seemed like killing two birds with one stone." I said.

Jason blinked a couple of times.  "No, no.  I mean, it would have been
nice, but if you'd asked, I probably would have said no, but..." long pause
"it felt good," he said with the same level of astonishment again.

Then he started to chuckle.  "Shit, man.  It felt good."  He patted me on
the shoulder.  "Come on, let's get cleaned up," he said, and then he stood
up.

As he walked over to pick up his underwear, I could see him shaking his
head in disbelief and I heard him mutter something.  "What was that?" I
asked as I grabbed my boxers.

"It felt good," was all he could say.

We grabbed some wash clothes and cleaned ourselves off.  Then Jason
suggested a shower.  I agreed, and we got undressed again.  "By the way," I
said, "You never really told me how to handle the locker room situation," I
said.

"Oh, ummm...just don't let your eyes stay in one place for more than about
1/2 a second.  Bounce them around a little," he said.

I sighed a little as I was hoping for more than that, but it was enough for
now.  I was about to climb into the shower with my hot brother, but mom had
just got home, so I was collecting my things to go to the other bathroom.

If you like my story, let me know at smithma@yahoo.com