Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2020 09:37:59 +0100
From: Kinky boy <fetishkinkyboy@gmail.com>
Subject: My Straight Brother chapter 2

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My straight brother -- Chapter 2

Tijs was up early the next morning. He was a morning person, and I was
definitely not. Tijs started talking the moment he opened his eyes.

"Come on, Sander, get up! I'll think that breakfast is ready!" He urged.

"How late is it?" I asked, still half asleep.

"It's already 7 am," He informed me as if it was outrageous that someone
would still be in bed at that time.

7 am? Was he crazy? We had nowhere to be, we had all the time in the
world. We did not need to get up at 7.

When I finally managed to open my eyes, I saw Tijs standing there in his
swimming trunks.  When he saw that I was awake, he pulled the sheets from
me, jumped into bed and started tickling me.

"All right, all right, I'll get up," I giggled.

I got up, brushed my teeth, took a quick shower and put on my swimming
trunks and headed downstairs, where we were greeted by Lisa, the nanny.

"Have you finished your reading assignment, Tijs?"

It killed the good mood Tijs was in. I knew he hadn't read any of the
chapters he had to read.  I didn't understand his parents. It was like they
wanted him to be miserable. They spoiled him with all this luxury, but what
he really needed was some love and understanding. Even though he finished
the school year with acceptable grades and could pass to the next year, his
parents were not content. They had told the nanny he had to read books and
make extra assignments. They thought that otherwise he would be slacking
off during their vacation. I didn't understand why they didn't just let him
enjoy his two months of vacation. He had worked hard the past year.

I whispered in his ear: "I'll help you with it," which cheered him up
again.

His parents wanted him to read a novel that was way too difficult for
him. They thought that it would challenge him and that somehow, reading a
difficult novel would mean that he became super intelligent. I had read the
novel they wanted him to read, but I'm addicted to reading. The novel they
wanted him to read during the summer was "De ontdekking van de hemel" (The
discovery of heaven). It was a novel they'll have you read when you're
16. It was 936 pages long! His parents were crazy! I had read it last
summer, though. Tijs could never finish it if I didn't help him to. With a
quick look at each chapter, I could remember what happened and summarize it
for him. That way we would have more time to do fun things.

After we finished breakfast, we hurried outside and dove into the pool. It
was not even 9 o'clock and it was already hot. We spent the morning
frolicking in the pool. We just came out of the water, when Lisa called us
in for lunch.

We had barely finished our lunch when Tim came in. When I saw him, I
realized how much I did miss him. It was only 3 days since the last time he
came over, but it seemed much longer.

"Hi boys, ready to swim?" He asked with a big beaming smile.

"Well, Sander can go swimming," Lisa responded. "But Tijs needs to finish
reading his book."

I looked at Tijs and I saw the smile leaving his face.

"Oh, but Lisa, it's such a beautiful day!" Tim pleaded with a big smile and
all the charisma he could muster.

I added to the discussion: "Tijs can read tonight! Tijs will read all the
chapters he has to read this week tonight!" I turned to Tijs: "You'll read
them all tonight, won't you?"

Tijs nodded and Lisa couldn't help but to give in.

"Okay, you'll get the afternoon off." Lisa gave in. "But after dinner,
you'll start reading!"

Tim, who stood behind Lisa made a victory sign behind her back and mouthed:
"Yes!"

Tim liked Tijs a lot. They had lots in common. They both were into sport,
were very manly and both were sexy as hell.

I wanted to ask Tim about jerking off, but I did not want to do it when
Tijs was around. When Tijs announced that he had to go to the bathroom, I
jumped at the chance. I swam to Tim.

"Tim, do you know what jerking off is?" I enquired.Tim started laughing.

"Why do you ask?" He asked, between laughs.

"Tijs told me about it." I left out the part where we did it the previous
night. "He told me that every boy does it. Do you do it too."

"Of course I do, I'm a healthy stud." He laughed while he pushed me
playfully under water.

When I came back above water, Tim splashed water in my face.  I tried to
push him under water, but with no success. Tim was so much stronger than I
was. I jumped on his back, but he lifted me over his shoulder and threw me
back in the water. I loved it when he was physical with me. My dick became
hard because I kept thinking of Tim jerking off.

"Can boys jerk off together?" I asked, scraping together all the courage I
had.

"No, that would mean they're gay!" Tim categorically answered.

There went my chance to jerk off together with Tim. I felt a little sad.

When Tijs came back and jumped in the pool, I did my best to hide my
boner. After we swam some more Lisa came out to ask if Tim would stay for
dinner. To my disappointment, he declined.

"I have other plans. I'm going to McDonalds with some friends from school."

Looking back at it now, it was clear that Tim and I started drifting
apart. He was still my brother and he treated me well, but we did less and
less things together. He had made new friends in his new school and I
became more his little brother than his best friend. Luckily Tijs was there
to fill the void.

After dinner, Tijs and I went upstairs. I laid on the bed on my stomach,
reading his book and making notes, while he straddled me and gave me a
massage. We were both just wearing our underwear.  I enjoyed it very
much. Perhaps a little bit too much. Before I knew it, I had a
boner. Because Tijs was sitting on my ass, my boner was cramped between my
body and the mattress. To give my dick some room I lifted my butt a little.

"Hey, do that again!" Tijs begged. "It feels good!"

I complied and turned my pelvis a bit and started humping the
mattress. Suddenly I felt Tijs' boner poking me in the butt. This turned me
on so much that I increased the rhythm. Tijs started panting. He let go of
my shoulders and put his hands on my hips.

"Let's take our clothes off!" He eagerly suggested .

Within a few seconds we were both naked.

"Do you want to jerk each other off?" Tijs asked.

I didn't wait for his answer. After him touching my dick last night, I
guess he must be gay too. Tim told me that boys who jerked together were
gay. And Tim was always right as far as I was concerned. I took his hard
cock in my hand. It felt strange yet natural to touch another cock.

"Oh yeah!" Tijs sighed while he took my dick in his hand.

Tijs straddled me while we both jerked each other's dick. We were jerking
in unison when Tijs suggested we try something new.

"If you lay on your stomach," He told me, "I can sit on your ass again and
rub my dick against your ass. After I'm finished, we can switch positions."

I laid myself on my stomach again and felt Tijs straddle me. He then took
hold of my hips and gently started humping me while he grinded his cock
inside my ass crack. With each passing minute, Tijs increased the rhythm. I
loved that he took control. It felt right to be guided by another boy. He
kept increasing his pace until he was really shaking the bed. I heard him
grunt while he shot his load on my back.

"Fuck, this is so hot!" he screamed while he kept shooting his hot cum on
my back.

When he was finished, he took his boxer shorts and cleaned my back. I was
still horny, and I loved when he gently rubbed my back.

"Okay, your turn!" He announced while he slapped my butt.

He rolled on his stomach and I straddled him. It was such a great sight to
see him lying there, this beautiful boy, with his great body and awesome
ass. It felt so right. I was so happy. I had to express my feelings, so I
leaned forward and kissed the back of his neck.

I reached under him, to hold him close to me, while I started humping
him. At that moment we were so connected. This felt so right. I rubbed my
cock against his ass while he pushed his ass against my crotch. I wanted to
touch his dick again. I reached to his crotch and I felt he was hard
again. I took hold of it and started jerking while I kept humping him. I
felt I came closer to cumming with each trust of my hips.

Suddenly Tijs turned around so he was lying on his back, which caused me to
fall over and I fell beside him.  He took hold of me and guided me to sit
on him again, this time so that we faced each other.

"Now take my dick in your hands, together with your dick!" he instructed me
with a horny smile on his face.

I did as I was told, and it felt amazing.

"Oh, this is so fucking hot!" Tijs exclaimed.

It didn't take long before we both came. Both us cum landed on Tijs his
body, with some of it even reaching his chin and cheek.

He grabbed his boxer again and wiped it all clean.

Still in the afterglow of my orgasm I dared to ask: "Can I have your
boxer?"

Tijs give me an inquisitive look.

"Please?" I begged.

"You're such a fucking dirtbag!" Tijs smirked while he pushed the boxer in
my face.  I stood up and put this trophy in my backpack before he could
change his mind.

The rest of the summer was filled with fun. We spent our days playing
games, swimming and playing and at night we would masturbate together.

Then school came and I had to move back home. I did miss Tijs, but now I
would be more around Tim.  But it seems we drifted apart. He spent most of
his weekends with his friends, and when they came over to our house, he
didn't want his little brother around.

As the years progressed, Tijs and I stayed close friends, while it seems
Tim kept slipping away from me. I feared I might lose him.

When I was 14, I joined the gym where Tim was sporting, all a desperate
attempt to spend more time with Tim. That was a mistake, to say the
least. Tim had made friends there, and while he did not shut me out, he was
bonding more with the other muscle guys. I know he didn't do it on purpose,
but it hurt like hell. I loved going to the gym, to be with Tim, but I did
not enjoy the actual physical part at all. The only good things were when
he showed me how to do an exercise. All his attention was on me, he showed
me the exercise first, then had me do it, and he would correct
me. Sometimes I did an exercise wrong on purpose, so he had to adjust me,
and I could be really close to him.  But once I did it perfectly, he said:
"Do it 3x 10," and he went on to do his own routine or talk to his gym
buddies.

Since I learned how to masturbate, I've been an avid practitioner. I did it
at least once a day. In the beginning I jerked off very often with Tijs,
but when he discovered girls, he became less and less enthusiastic about us
jerking off together. Until it stopped one day, as a cause of something I
did.

I was left to do it on my own. Since then almost all of my masturbation
fantasies revolved around Tim. Sometimes it was unbearable to be around
him, without being able to touch him. I wanted to cup his ass or feel his
crotch. But it never happened.

Once I got my own cell phone, I started to take pictures of Tim. In the
beginning I was quite clumsy about it, but after a while I knew how to take
a picture without him knowing it.  I wanted him so much it drove me
crazy. I wanted to be so close to him, even if it was by proxy. I started
to steal his used underwear. Sometimes I put them on to go to school, but I
had to stop it, because when I was wearing Tim's underwear, I couldn't
concentrate anymore. I used them to sleep in, but that made me so horny
that I didn't sleep enough. Mostly I used them to sniff when I was
masturbating. Lucky for me, I never got caught, although one time, it was
pretty close.

Tim came from his work out and went showering. After he was done, I thought
it would be safe to go treasure hunting. I was in luck; on the floor, next
to the hamper was the jockstrap he wore to the gym.  I took it in my
hand. It was still warm.  I pressed it to my face and inhaled. It smelt so
much like him. Just when I took a second breath, I heard Tim come in. Just
in time, I took the jockstrap away from my face and threw it in the hamper.

"What did you just do?" Tim asked while he looked at me with one eyebrow
raised.

"You shouldn't leave your dirty underwear on the floor!" I shouted,
desperately trying to look innocent.

I felt my face turning red, and my heart was racing. I don't think he saw
what I did, but I was not sure. I left the bathroom in a hurry.

Back in my room, I noticed my dick was super hard. Although I was scared of
how Tim would react when he knew what I did, it also excited me that he
almost caught me.

And this brings me back to this infamous Saturday in June.

`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.

Tim stood there, with a puzzling look on his face. This 21-year-old stud
was the object of my perverted desires.

He's muscular, with a smooth body and a handsome face.  He is a
construction worker and seeing him in summer with his work pants, his
toolbelt and bare chest, he looks like a pornmodel. That was precisely what
he was, a porn model, at least to me, without him knowing it.  All those
pictures I made of him have grown to a big collection. I even managed to
get some dick pics, when he was pissing and even a great shot of his bare
ass I made when we went swimming last summer.

I've got them all on my laptop and made a slideshow of them, which I used
when jerking.  They're great wanking material.

All went well, me lusting after my big bro, until that Saturday. Tim had to
work, and dad was helping a friend. I would have the time to enjoy a good
wank with my Tim themed slideshow.

I had gone to his room, searching for some used underwear. I was in luck,
like most of the time, because Tim was not really the person who enjoyed
cleaning his room. I found a jockstrap that he had worn for a long time
from the look and the smell of it.

I went back to my room, made myself comfortable and put the slideshow on. I
took my dick out of my jeans, and then I was ready for some hot fun:
Sitting at my desk, in one hand I had the jockstrap, which I pressed on my
face, in the other my dick.

And that is the moment Tim had come in.

Too late I realized he could see the screen of my laptop.

"Oh fuck, what the hell! Dude, what the fuck are you doing!"

I couldn't say a word, I wanted to disappear from the face of the earth. I
was so ashamed.

I tried to do some damage control, so I closed my laptop, and tried to hide
the jockstrap, but it was all too late, he had seen everything. In a last
attempt to cover it up, I tried to put my dick back in my jeans, which
wasn't easy, since it was still hard.

"Sander, dude, were you just jerking while watching pics of me?" He asked
with a loud voice.

I couldn't tell if he was mad, shocked, or something else.  My heart was
racing.  In a panic reaction, I decided to deny everything.

"No, I was not." I mumbled.

"Sander, seriously man, you're sitting here, still hard, and I do know what
my dick looks like. Fuck man, there was even a pic of my pissing dick." He
said while he pointed to my now closed laptop.

The weird thing was, he didn't sound mad at all. I didn't dare to look him
in the face.

"Yeah, I always thought you were a fag. I mean, you are, you know, gay,
no?" He asked me, sounding a little unsure.

"Yeah, I am" I confessed softly, my head down, afraid to look into his
eyes.

"That's cool!" He surprisingly calmly replied.

Okay, at least he wasn't mad about me being gay. I dared to look at him in
the dead of the eye. He just stood there without saying anything.

"Sander, that really looks uncomfortable." He said with a smirk on his
face, while pointing to my tenting jeans.

I looked down and I noticed a wet spot of pre-cum had stained my
jeans. This was so humiliating. But strangely enough, it turned me on
too. The fact that my stud brother was the one who caught me made my dick
even harder.

"So, you're into guys, huh?" He continued.

I didn't think it required an answer, so I kept quiet.

"Do you think I'm hot?" He suddenly asked.

I heard a change in his voice. He sounded more as if he really wanted to
know. He seemed to seek validation. My stud brother wanted to know if I
found him hot. He seemed pleased about that.  Yeah, he is a little vain. I
started to relax a little. He was not upset at all.  If anything, he was
flattered.

"What do you think is the hottest part of me?"  He turned around and arched
his back a little, so his ass stood out.  "Is it my ass? I heard girls like
a nice ass?" Looking at his nice ass, with his dirty Levi's he wore to work
that day, made my dick even harder in my jeans. "Or is it my package?" he
asked, turning around and groping his package in his big manly hand.

The fabric around his crotch was worn out and faded, drawing even more
emphasis on his bulge. I got a good view, and it was clearly that he wasn't
wearing any underwear.

I couldn't help myself, the sight of him grabbing his crotch and listening
to him talk about it pushed me almost over the edge. I groaned a little.

"It's my package, isn't it? Yeah, I've got a nice bulge." He declared
cockily. "I noticed that my dick and balls were bigger than any other guy
I've seen in the gym shower." He went on still groping and massaging his
bulge.

He slowly came towards me, all confident and smirking, while massaging his
bulge through his jeans. He came really close to me, displaying a shit
eating grin.  I looked at his face, and then down at his crotch, which was
only a few inches away from me. I could smell his manly scent.

I could touch it, but I didn't know if I should. I was so turned on and
scared at the same time.  I could feel my heartbeat pounding.

Suddenly, Tim put his hand on the back of my head and pushed my face into
his crotch. I was so surprised by all that was happening that I didn't
really know what to do. I just sniffed and the scent of his sweat mixed
with the scent of cum and piss made me lightheaded. It only lasted for a
few seconds, but it seemed like it lasted forever.

After a few seconds he let go of my head and lowered himself until he was
sitting on my lap. Suddenly he started dry humping me.  Grinding his crotch
against mine. It felt so good. I didn't want it to end, but I couldn't hold
back my orgasm any longer. This was a fantasy come to life. While he was
slowly dry humping me, I felt my excitement reaching new levels. I tried to
hold back, so it would last longer, but I couldn't. It was just too much,
his smell, his body against mine, his crotch rubbing against my hardon, his
body heat warming me. I felt new sensations I never felt before: shivers
down my spine.  Suddenly my orgasm started to wash through me like a wave.
Before I knew what was happening, I let out a loud moan, grabbed my
brother's ass and trusted my hips upward so that my dick was firmly between
my thigh and Tim's thigh.

"Yes, I'm cumming" I moaned as I shot load after load in my jeans.

When I stopped shooting, I put my head on Tim's chest who was still sitting
on top of me.  I was still panting, totally out of breath from the best
orgasm I ever had.  I was in a haze.

Tim put his arms around me, softly stroking the back of my head. After a
short while, he stood up.  I could see that my cum had soaked through my
jeans on his jeans. I knew he hadn't cum.  I didn't know what to do next.
So, I asked him if I needed to finish him off

"Nah, that's okay, buddy" He said calmly. He hadn't called me buddy in
years. Hearing him say it again, made me weak and I almost fell in love
with him then and there. "I'm not gay, at all, so you won't be able to help
me get off.  I was just curious to see if I could get you off."

He started walking out of my room. While he walked away, he said: "Damn,
you really have the hots for me, you came so quickly" He started laughing
and went to the hallway. I just sat there, not knowing what to think of it
all when, suddenly, he popped his head back in my room.

"When you're finished with my jockstrap, put in the laundry, okay?"