Date: Sat, 19 Dec 2020 00:56:07 +0100
From: Kinky boy <fetishkinkyboy@gmail.com>
Subject: My straight brother (part 1)

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My straight brother - Chapter 1

`What the fuck are you doing?'

With these words, my life shattered into pieces. My biggest fear had come
true.

I knew he had to work today, how could he be home already? This was the
worst thing that could happen. I just wanted to sink into a great big hole
and never be heard of again.

Maybe I should introduce myself and tell my story. Then you'll understand
why I felt the way I did on that Saturday afternoon in June.

My name is Sander, I'm a 17-year-old Belgian boy, and I'm gay. Looking back
at it now, I think I've always known I was gay. Maybe that is why I never
had any problems with it. It was just who I was.

Even though I had no problem with being gay, I was not ready to come out. I
only told one person so far, and he was my best friend. So, at age 17, I
was still hiding in the closet. It helped that I didn't look gay. Not that
I was super macho or anything.  I was just... average, for lack of a better
word. I was not bad looking, there were girls who did let me know they were
into me. Maybe even a few boys were into me, but if they were, none of them
came forward with it. I was not a topmodel, but I was cute and
good-looking.

I just wasn't ready to share this part of me with the world. A year ago, I
even got myself a girlfriend, just to fit in. It was not my proudest
moment, but every one of my friends was dating and I didn't want to be left
out. So, one day when we were at a party, a girl came to me and we started
dancing really close. She was not shy. She was good looking and after the
dance we started talking. Her name was Daphne, she was the same age as
me. She went to another school in the same village. When it was time to
leave the party, she gave me a kiss and before I knew it, we were making
out.

To be honest, I didn't feel anything. It was just something I did, but gave
me no pleasure, at all. Daphne on the other hand, enjoyed it very much. She
said I was an excellent kisser, the best one yet. I felt flattered, but
also a little guilty. I liked Daphne a lot. It was great fun to be with
her, but I was not in love. It felt like I used her.

I wanted to break up, but I didn't want to hurt her. I tried to `change'
myself, and maybe then we could have a future. I started to think about
someone else when we made out. Up until that point, making out was
something that I felt obliged to do. It was going through the motions
without any actual feelings. I didn't become aroused or anything. But when
I discovered that I had a great imagination and could imagine that I was
kissing someone else, everything changed. I remember the first time trying
it.

We were at an open-air pool with a group of friends. Everyone was making
out, so I couldn't stay behind. I started kissing Daphne, closed my eyes
and thought of a guy. Not a random guy though, I thought of Tim. He was the
best-looking dude I ever met. He was sexy, charming and very sweet. And he
was my older brother. That did the trick and for the first time ever, I
became hard while making out. I had to lay on my stomach then, to avoid
being arrested for indecent exposure, if you know what I mean.

Maybe it's strange to be attracted to your brother, but if you saw him, you
would be attracted too. Ever since I was a kid, I looked up to my big
brother.  He was 4 years older than me. As a toddler, when I was sad, no
one could console me but Tim. He was a very caring person, ever since we
were young. He always stood up to anyone who didn't treat me right. I
remember, when I was 6, and went to my first elementary school day, or `the
big boys' school, as I called it. Our mom dropped us off and Tim took my
hand when we got out of the car. Other kids held on to their moms or dads
and some were even crying. But I was brave, because I had someone who would
guide me, who would protect me.

My mum is no longer with us. About 16 months ago, she lost a long battle
with cancer. When she said goodbye to me, she told me she was not worried
about me, because she knew Tim would be there to protect me. She told me
she still remembered that first day when I went to elementary school. She
said she was a little disappointed that I kissed her goodbye in the car,
got out, and never looked back at her. But when she saw us, walking
together, two brothers, hand in hand, she knew we would be okay. She said
she knew in her heart her boys loved each other and would always be there
for each other.

And she was right. When Dad, Tim and I were at her deathbed, and she passed
away, Tim pulled me in his arms and he held me so close, as if he tried to
protect me from all the pain. I cried on his shoulder and I felt that with
his support, I would get through this.

It confirmed what I already knew, Tim loved me. I loved him too, but my
love for him was different. It was not like I was in love with him. At
least I don't think I was. It was more a physical attraction.

It's hard to pinpoint the exact moment when it started. I always enjoyed
his company. As a young kid, I loved to hug him, and when we watched TV, I
always wanted to sit next to Tim. More than once, the evening ended with me
sleeping in his lap or in his arms. He was my Hero.

I remember when I was about 4 years old, when someone asked me what I
wanted to be when I grew up, I always answered that I wanted to be
Tim. That got great laughs from grown-ups, they thought it was adorable,
but I meant it. There wasn't anyone in the whole world who was better than
Tim. In my imagination, Tim would win from Superman, Batman and Spiderman
combined, when challenged to a fight. Of course, they would never challenge
him, because he was a good guy.

When I was a pre-teen, we roughhoused a lot. When we were play-wrestling, I
loved to lose. I loved it when Tim overpowered me. When he sat on top of me
and he demanded that I declared him the winner. I usually resisted
admitting my defeat, because then he would be on top of me longer. He would
not let me go before I said he was Super Tim and I was a loser. I was happy
to oblige, but I had to act like I hated it, to keep up appearances.

Later on, when I hit puberty, I started thinking about him in another
way. I wanted to touch him more.  I started to think about his body, and
more specifically about his dick. Tim has always been very sporty. When he
was 16, he started to go to the gym and work out. He became muscular, but
not in an over the top way, just very sexy and defined.

He got a V-shape body, which drew all the attention to his bulge, or his
ass, depending if you looked from the front or behind. Both parts equally
excited me . When he wore tight jeans, he really filled them out. He had a
nice package, so his dick and balls had to be huge. I hadn't seen them for
years, since he hit puberty. Before that we used to shower or take baths
together and I remember that Tim was never small in that department. It
seems that even at age 10, he had a grown-up dick, not a large dick then,
but much bigger than anyone around his age.  Soon after that, he didn't
want to shower or bathe together anymore.

And his ass, it looks so good. I'll always have to refrain myself from
touching it. He's got a nice tight bubble butt, and that was accentuated
when he wore tight clothes, and even in more loose clothing, his butt would
stick out just a little. That picture of his butt was a great memory for my
nightly jack off sessions.

When I was 11, I jacked off for the first time. I wish Tim had told me
about it, and maybe even done it in front of me to show me how it's
done. But it was someone else who showed it to me.

Tijs was my best friend apart from Tim. He's the only one I ever told I was
gay. He came to our school when I was in the 4th grade (I was 10 years
old). Tijs came from the Netherlands and recently moved to Belgium. He was
almost two years older than the rest of the class. Even at age 12, he
looked gorgeous. It was clear he was already in puberty.

He had gorgeous blond hair. Not curly, but there was a wave in it. He had a
tan when I first saw him on the first day of school after the summer
holiday. That tan came from surfing in Australia. His parents were very
rich, and they always made far away trips to exotic places . He had pearly
white teeth, which accentuated his cheeky smile. I fell in love with him
the very moment I saw him.

The reason Tijs was left behind was that he had a learning disability. He
was not stupid; he just had a hard time studying. He should have gone to a
different school, but his parents insisted that he went to a regular
school. They hadn't done him any favors with that decision.

When I met him, he was deeply unhappy. He bullied our classmates, including
me. Later on, I learned it was because he resented us, for being 2 years
younger and still better at all school subjects. He only excelled at
sports, in particular swimming.

Because of the bullying and all the bad grades he got, he was always in
trouble and I think he spent about 20% of his time in school at the
principal's office. As a final solution, he got an ultimatum. He had to
change his attitude and his grades had to go up. And that's where I came
into the picture.

One Friday afternoon, I was called to the principal's office. I was very
nervous. Being a good boy and having the best grades in my class, I never
was summoned to the principal before. I could not think what I had done
wrong. When I entered, I saw Tijs sitting there. He sat in his chair in
front of the principal. He looked angry.

"Sander, sit down, we want to talk to you."

With a heartbeat of 120 I sat in the chair next to Tijs. Was I in trouble?
I hadn't done anything wrong.

It was then that the principal explained why I was there.

"Tijs is given an ultimatum. I should expel him, since he's here now 5
months and has been more into my office than any other pupil."The principal
said with a serious tone.

"Because all the pupils here are pussies," Tijs scoffed angrily.

"That's enough!" The principal scolded "Tijs, you'll get this chance
bfecause I can see something good in you. You're not a thug, you just act
like one. Don't make me change my mind."He concluded.Tijs looked angry, but
kept quiet and started to bite his nails.

"Sander, the reason I called you in here is because of this ultimatum." The
principal added. "Tijs needs to improve on his grades. You're the smartest
of your class. Would you be willing to help him study?"He explained with an
expecting look.

I didn't know what to say. The butterflies in my stomach wanted to be close
to this gorgeous guy, but my nerves were scared of him. He was a bad boy
and I always feared him. Strangely enough, the fear also slightly turned me
on. I could imagine him overpowering me..

 "And maybe, by studying together, the second part of his ultimatum can be
fulfilled."The principal continued with a knowing smile.

"What is the second part?" I asked nervously.

"Tijs knows what it is. If he wants, he can share it with you, but that's
up to him," He said, leaving a brief pause and glancing at us both, "Now,
it's up to you boys. There is no obligation to any of you. Tijs, if you
think you can get your grades up without the help of Sander, you are free
to try. Sander, if you don't want to help Tijs, it's your prerogative." The
principal said, raising his eyebrow and gauging us.

Tijs snorted in anger. It was clear he did not think this was a good
idea. He rolled his eyes.

"I'll do it, if he wants the help, I'll help him!" I shouted before I could
change my mind. The butterflies had won.

Tijs looked shocked. His whole demeanor changed. Later on, he explained
that he was moved. He knew he had treated my classmates and me poorly, and
he never expected that I would want to help him. He never had expected
kindness.

From that day on, we started to grow closer to each other. It was awkward
in the beginning, but once we opened up to each other, we became the best
of friends. Tijs' grades went up from poor to average, which made him
really proud, and he softened up to the rest of our schoolmates, so he made
a few friends.

He wasn't closer to anyone than me.  He was an only child, and after a few
weeks, he started to call me his `brother-from-another-mother' as a joke.
In the beginning we studied in the study hall, but later on I went to his
home or he came to our home to study. After a short while he came over for
more than study. We spent the day watching movies or playing video games.

That summer, Tijs' parents went to Bora Bora. Tijs didn't want to go,
because it would be just him and his parents. Now that he had a friend, he
wanted to spend time with people from his own age. After some fights
between him and his parents, a solution was found late April. Tijs' parents
had hired a nanny for the summer. He could stay home alone, with the nanny.
Tijs did not like this idea at all, so more fights between him and his
parents followed.

In a desperate attempt, Tijs' mom called my mom and asked her if I would
like to keep Tijs company during the summer. His parents saw me as a good
influence on their rebellious son. I would stay 6 weeks in their luxurious
villa with Tijs and the nanny. After talking to my dad, my parents agreed,
on the condition that we would come over to my house two times each week.

During those 6 weeks, Tijs and I had a lot of fun. The villa had a huge
outdoor swimming pool, a tennis court and a small forest where we could
play. Apart from the nanny, Tijs' parents also employed a maid and a cook,
and two times a week, a lady came cleaning and doing the laundry.

There was also a gardener/pool boy who lived in the pool house. He was in
charge of the outside domain. In the summer he hired extra help to keep the
large domain in shape. The hired gardeners were mostly teens who could use
some extra cash. The gardener himself was called Jens. He was 27 and he was
hot. He had short brown hair, tanned skin from working outside, and a great
body, which was always on show since most of the time he worked
bare-chested. During working hours, he was very strict towards the boys he
hired, but after hours, they could join him for a swim in the pool, which
was allowed by Tijs' parents.

Sometimes Tim came over to swim with us. Those were the moments I cherished
the most, my best friend, my brother and me. Those were all the people I
needed to be happy.

It was the best summer ever. At night we slept in the same bed. There was a
guest room available to me, but we preferred to sleep together. The first
night I put on my pajamas, but when I noticed Tijs slept in his underwear,
I followed suit and left my pajamas off the next night. It was during those
nights that we started talking about sex.

"Have you ever measured your dick?" Tijs asked me all of a sudden.

I liked where this was going. I admitted that I never had measured.

"Well, I have," Tijs proudly said "Mine is 16cm (6.3 inches) long. And
it'll grow bigger when I'm older," He said, sounding very proud of it. It
was clear that Tijs hit puberty. He was 13 year, so it was expected."Do you
get hard a lot?" He then asked.

"Yeah, sometimes... It feels weird." I admitted hesitantly.

"You have to measure your dick when hard. He said as if he told me a very
important life lesson. "Can you make it hard now?" He suddenly asked. "That
way we can measure it now," He added with a mischievous voice.

I didn't dare to tell him I was hard the minute he started talking about
his penis.  So I lied and said that I needed some time to get it hard.

"You should think about girls, that gets your dick hard superfast. I always
think of Chloë. She is so beautiful." He suggested with a
smirk. "Maybe you should think about Chloë now, so we can measure
your dick."

Chloë was a girl in our class. I made a memo to myself then to hate
Chloë from now one.

"Who do you think of when you get hard?" He inquired.

I couldn't tell him that thinking about him and his cock made me hard, so I
named the first girl I could think of and announced that I was hard, just
to change the subject. Tijs pulled the covers away and put the lights on.
He walked over to his desk and took a ruler.

I laid there on his bed, in just my underwear, which was tenting because of
my erection. Tim approached my side of the bed.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get your underwear off, so we can measure!
He instructed.I hesitated for a few seconds. I've never been naked in front
of anyone apart from my family."Don't be such a pussy!" He sneered while
taking his boxer shorts off. "See, it's no big deal, now take yours off."

I obliged willingly . I laid there on my back, with my rock-hard dick
pointing up. I kept looking at Tijs' dick, which was hard too. I wanted to
touch it, but I did not dare. Tijs, on the other hand, saw no problem with
touching mine.  He grabbed it and pressed the ruler next to it.  As an
expert in dick-measuring, I've left him take the lead.

"13 cm! (5,12 inches)" He proclaimed.  "Not bad, for your age. Maybe you'll
be as big as me when you're my age."He exclaimed reassuringly.

He put the ruler back on his desk and came back to bed buck-naked.

"Wanna sleep in the nude?" He asked enthusiastically as if it was the best
idea he ever had.

 "Yeah! Let's do that!" I exclaimed.I was all for it.

We lied in bed for a moment, me processing that Tijs had taken my dick in
his hand, Tijs chatting about why Chloë was so great.

"I want to fuck her!" Tijs announced.  I didn't know how to respond to
that. We were only 11 and 13, weren't we far too young to be thinking about
fucking? "I bet it will be great fucking Chloë." Tijs went on.

"Aren't you too young for sex?" I asked nervously.

"Nah... I've fucked at least 5 different girls" He boasted cockily. I was
shocked, and disappointed. I don't know why, but it felt like a
betrayal. Years later, I learned that it was just a lie from a horny
teenage boy who wanted to impress me. "It feels so great to fuck. When you
put your dick in a girl, it's such a hot feeling." He described
enthusiastically.

I couldn't say I shared his enthusiasm. It sounded like a disgusting thing
to do, touching a naked girl, and putting your cock in her? No way!

"I wish there was a naked girl in my bed now, instead of a naked boy, so I
could fuck her." Tijs sighed defeatedly. Well, I didn't share that opinion
at all, I was happy to be with a naked boy in bed. I didn't wish for a
naked girl. I wished he would stop talking about naked girls though."Have
you really never fucked a girl?" He insisted.

"No." I answered sheepishly.

"But you have jerked off, haven't you?" He questioned, looking at me with
wide eyes. I only had a vague idea of what jerking off was. I had heard
others talk about it, but I did not know what it precisely consisted of. I
knew it had to do something with sex, but that's all I knew. And I didn't
know if it was something that I could do."Well, have you?" He insisted.

I still didn't know what to answer. First: I was not sure what he was
talking about, second: he was my best friend! I admired him, I didn't want
him to think I didn't know what he was talking about.

Tijs started giggling. It seemed that this was the funniest moment of his
life. I felt a little hurt, and also a little bit angry. Why would he laugh
at me?

"You haven't jerked off yet? I started jerking when I was 10."  He laughed
wholeheartedly.

"Well, maybe not everyone is as special as you!" I shouted at him,
vexed. He still was laughing his arse off.

"Aww, you poor baby, are you mad?" He mocked with a fake sad tone. I didn't
answer and turned on my side, my back to him.  I think he then realized I
was angry and hurt.  He stopped laughing and crawled closer. He was sitting
with his back against the head of the bed.  He put his hand on my
shoulder. "Sander, are you really mad?" He inquired, sounding concerned. My
anger subsided a little."I didn't mean to hurt you. You're my best friend!"
He pleaded. "Please, don't be angry."

He sounded so sincere that I could not stay mad any longer. He called me
his best friend. It made me melt.

Agile as he was, he jumped over me and knelt beside the bed. There he was,
this gorgeous young boy, completely naked, staring into my eyes. He ruffled
my hair and whispered to me: "You're my best friend in the world! You gave
me a chance when no one would. I would never hurt you. Please forgive me!"
I nodded.  He flashed me those pearly white teeth. "Now make some room, I'm
coming back into bed." He announced.  I scooched over to the middle, so he
could lie where I just lied.

Then he took me in his arms.  It was the first time I hugged a naked
boy. It felt so good. He pulled me very close and I could feel his boner
poking in my thigh. He was still hard, and so was I, thanks to our teen boy
hormones.

After a short while he broke the embrace and rolled onto his back.  I kept
laying on my side, so I could look at him.  He looked so handsome.  Smooth
body, the beginning of some muscles, a little hair around his dick and on
his balls. His dick was still pointing to the sky.

"Sander, do you know what jerking off is? Don't be embarrassed, you can
tell me."

"Not exactly..." I truthfully replied.

"Well, when you get a woodie, and you can't have sex, you can jerk off to
feel good." That was not very helpful to be honest. It still was very
cryptic.

"What do you mean?" I wondered out loud.

"Well, you do it with your hand, and if you do it long enough, you'll get
an orgasm." He explained clumsily.If he tried to make more sense, he was
not succeeding.

The look on my face must have been a puzzling one, because he smiled and
said: "Wait, what if I just did it now, and showed you. Would that be okay
to you?" He suddenly suggested.Was he kidding me? Of course it would be
okay. I nodded my approval. "Okay, but you can't tell anyone about it. I
mean, that I jerked off for you." He added with a stern face.

"I promise."

He then took his dick in his right hand and started moving his hand up and
down his shaft.  Unlike me, he was cut. He bit his lip when he did it. You
could guess from his facial expression that it felt good.

I did not know if I was supposed to do the same to myself or should wait
until the lesson was over. What I did know was that I didn't want to miss a
second of this show. It made me so hot, and my dick was never this hard
before.

I took my hard dick in my hand and started to gently stroke it. To my
surprise, it felt incredible. It was sending shivers all over my body. In
the meantime, Tijs was breathing heavily. He had increased the tempo. I
tried to follow his pace.

It was such a great feeling. I never felt anything like it. He was moving
his hips in the same rhythm he was stroking his dick. I tried to imitate as
meticulously as I could. Suddenly, he started to moan loudly while all this
white stuff came out of his dick. I did not know if this was supposed to
happen.  I wondered if he was in pain, because he was panting and moaning
while this happened.  Should I call for help?  Before I could, it all
stopped. He laid there with his eyes closed for a few minutes.

"Tijs? Are you all right?" I inquired worriedly.

Yeah, of course I am. It felt fucking great."He chuckled.

He explained to me what just happened, that he had an orgasm, that the
white stuff was sperm and that it was natural to do this. All boys did it.

"Hey, but you didn't finish!" He suddenly noticed. "Don't you want to cum?
It feels great!" He encouraged me.

"I don't know..." I hesitated. It felt great, but now that he had finished,
it felt odd to continue alone.

To my utter surprise, Tijs took my dick in his hand and started wanking
me. It felt great to have someone else's hand on my dick. It didn't take
long before a strange feeling browsed me. It started from my balls, but it
spread to my whole body, and finally to my dick, which started twitching. I
couldn't describe the feeling I felt. It was so overwhelming.

"Oh Stop! NO! Oh God!" I whimpered. I didn't know why I screamed those
words; I did not want it to stop, it felt great. Out of my dick came what I
just learned was sperm.  It landed on my chest, my neck and even some on my
chin.

I must have made too much noise, because Tijs put his hand on my mouth and
raised his eyebrows to warn me to be quieter. I noticed his hand was also
covered in my sperm, while his sperm was dripping off his chest onto me.

He grabbed his boxer shorts and whipped us both clean.

"That felt great, Tijs!" I panted. I was still out of breath from my first
ever orgasm.

"Told you it was good.  Now you know how to do it, you can do it as many
times as you like!" He said as he rolled over. He put the lights off and
wished me goodnight. Only a few seconds later I heard him snoring a bit.

I, on the other hand, could not fall asleep. I had so much to process. I
loved what just happened, but wasn't it unhealthy to do so? Or unsafe? And
did Tim know about this? Tijs told me every boy does it, but I did not know
if I could believe him. Tim would visit tomorrow, to swim and spend time
with us. I figured I would ask him tomorrow about it. Tim would know what
to do. With that thought in mind, I drifted off to sleep.