Date: Mon, 2 Jul 2007 23:53:09 -0700 (PDT) From: Brian Connors Subject: Six Irish Brothers - Chapter 1: First Lessons Six Irish Brothers - Chapter 1: First Lessons B/b, inc --- Introduction and Disclaimer The story you are about to read is true. These events happened and though some details have been skewed slightly to obscure the identities of the real persons involved, the relationships and substance of the tale have not been altered in the slightest. This material is pornographic in nature, dealing with incest, teenage and preteen sex, gay themes, and so forth. If you are under 18, or it is illegal in your area to read this material, then please stop, and go Google something wholesome. My name is Tim, and this is a story about my brothers. A lot of things have gone on in our lives, so I imagine this story will take a while to tell, and I make no promises of finishing it, but I'll do my level best. Before we jump in, you need a little background. However, if you'd rather just get to the "good part," then feel free to skip the next paragraph or two. I'm Irish by birth - my mother was from Carrickfergus in the North, and my so-called father, "Bonny Prince Charlie," was a Yank. He ran out on us when I was young, leaving Sean, me and mum when she was pregnant with my little bro Nathan. It was rough goin' for a while, and there would be other consequences we'd discover down the line, but we made it through. Eventually, mum remarried a good fella named Greg (he was younger, and another Yank, but I don't hold that against him). Good man, really. Two more little brothers followed, Walt and Adam. We moved to the States in 1993. Things were looking good, but then mum got sick... and well, it wasn't good. She passed in '94, in June. And that was *really* rough going... but we got through. I guess that's about it. This first part happened early that fall, when Sean was 14 and I was 11. --- Chapter 1: First Lessons September, 1994 I remember what the day looked like, but I don't remember the date. The sky was blue and the air was cool as I ran home from school that afternoon. I must have looked like a dork, zooming around like that, but I was used to it. The family nerd, I knew it, even if no one else said anything. I flew through the open gate into our garden, and then through the back door and up the steps to my bedroom, the one I shared with my little brother Nathan. I expected him to be there, but when I opened the door, our room was empty. I shrugged off my backpack, and dropped onto my bed, kicking my shoes off. Laying back on the bed, I debated my options. Greg - my stepdad - wouldn't be home for a few more hours probably, Nathan was somewhere with his pals, and the little ones were still next door with the DelVecchios (our friends, who babysat a lot). I had homework, but it wasn't much, so that could wait. I didn't want to play video games, and I wasn't in the mood to read... Then I heard the music coming from across the hall, and it hit me: Sean was home, and he probably didn't have anything to do either. I ran to my big brother's room, and burst through the door. "Sean, any idea where Nate is...?" In my excitement, I'd forgotten to knock - and Sean damn near jumped out of his skin. There was certainly nothing else for him to jump out of. My older brother was on his bed, bareass naked, his hand flying up and down on his weiner. Now, I'd seen him naked before, that was nothing new in and of itself, but...the whole scene was exciting in ways that back then I couldn't begin to fathom. "Tim!" was all he could say as his hand pumped furiously. Sean let out a groan, and then...stuff...started spurting out of his dick. Jets of it shooting all over his chest and abs. And all I could say was "Wow," as I stood there, gape-mouthed. When Sean recovered, he looked at me, and I asked, "What *was* that?" Shepishly, turning redder than Adam's air, he replied, "Uh... that was something... you probably shouldn't have... seen." Then it was my turn to blush. I looked down at my feet. "Oh." It was an accident, I thought, and I didn't want Sean to be mad at me, and it started welling up inside. He must have seen it on my face, or in the way my shoulders hunched. "It's okay, Eeyore," he said, using the nickname from when I was really little. "Nothing broken. It's just... it's an older guy thing, and I... oh, heck, I'd better explain." He grabbed his towel, and started wiping himself off. I just stood still, and he looked up at me. "Well come on, then," he said as he patted the bed next to him. I sat down, my heart pounding, my eyes wide. He just ruffled my hair, and put his arm around my shoulder. There were a million questions in my mind. "What was that?" I said again. "It looked so...cool." Sean broke out in a grin, and chuckled. "Yeah, it is. Uhm... I know you've heard a little about sex... so, well, that's part of it, kinda." My eyes bugged out. Sex? My big brother was talking about sex? To me? My interest level just moved up to 120 percent. I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry, and just nodded. He smiled again, and let out a sigh... "Wow, this is gonna be a little tough to explain, but here goes... You know sex happens with a guy and a girl, right?" I nodded again, and he went on. "Okay, well... you know when your dick gets hard sometimes?" Another nod from me. "Like now?" I said, embarrased again. "It's okay, Tim, everybody's does. So, uh..." Sean seemed to be struggling to find the words, and then he finally just let a out a sigh, and said, "What the hell. It's easier to show you. Just...don't ever tell anyone, k?" I nodded, solemnly vowing my silence. We looked at each other a moment, and both gulped, like we were about to share some big secret. And we were, I suppose, in a way. But my curiosity would not be chained, and I took off my shirt, as he made room on the bed for me. I took off my jeans, and sheepishly dropped my briefs, leaving my small but very hard cock to point the way in front of me. I could see Sean trying to not look at it, but failing, and then he just took it in for a minute. At the time, I could only imagine what that must have been like, looking at your little brother, naked, with a hard on, practically right in your face. His own cock started to get hard again. I laid down next to him, and wrapped by fingers around my little dick. "Like this?" Sean nodded, and started slowly stroking his own member - I was mesmorized by the size of it. Back then, I thought it was a foot long, but it was only bordering on five inches. Still, pretty big for a 14 year old. "Just do what I do," he said. And I did. Up and down, squeezing gently, stroking slowly, then faster, then slowly again. It was...weird, in a really good way. I mimicked Sean as best I could, and for his part, he watched me...not with a lustful eye, but like a teacher checking his student's progress. It didn't take me long at all. Pretty soon, I was feeling little electric shocks, at least that's what I thought, and then my vision sort of imploded, and the world shook. My toes curled, and I let out a moan. Sean later described it to me, and he said it almost looked like I'd had a seizure. But no, it was beautiful...ecstatic. As my immature cocklet pulsed with my first dry orgasm, I could imagine no better feeling in the world - it was everything. I closed my eyes, and just felt it all wash through me. When I opened them again, Sean was looking at me... the teacher was gone, replaced with wide-eyed amazement. His own hand was still pumping up and done on his cock, and instinctively, I reached out and cupped my hand over his, feeling it along with him. I wanted him to feel what I felt. I wanted to give him that gift. And so we stroked his meat together, another minute, until he came, gushing again, splattering over both of us this time. If it was less than before, I couldn't tell. And as he came that time, he cried out, and then pulled me close, hugging me to him. I just wanted to feel myself against him, breathing together. My dick was still hard, the way only a little boys can be, and I bucked against him, once, twice, and then the feeling hit again, and I shuddered with the power of it. When we both came down from our cosmic journey through the bliss of shared orgasm, we just clutched at each other. Now it was Sean's turn to say, "Wow." I countered with "Way cool." He laughed then, and kissed my cheek in that brotherly way of his. Then he grabbed the towel again, and cleaned us both up. I felt sleepy, happy, blissful. When we would talk about this event later, Sean would always say I had a dopey grin on my face, and I don't doubt him. We slowly got dressed, all smiles, and I marveled at him. Most kids big brothers barely paid them any attention, or beat them up, or teased all the time. But not Sean. He had shared a grown up secret with me, treated me like an equal. I was so proud, I thought I would burst. When he sat down down on the bed again, I hugged him. "Thanks, big brother. I love you." Sean put his arm around my shoulders, tussled my hair again, and said "I love you, too, Eeyore." ------ Well, that's as good a place to end Chapter One. There's more to tell, and I hope to. If you would like to respond, in any way, email me at patriotspectre@yahoo.com. Cheers! --------------------------------------------------------