Date: Thu, 4 Jul 2002 12:55:58 -0700 (PDT) From: "Bill35213@Yahoo.com" Subject: Sleeping Porch Part II The usual disclaimers apply to this autobiographical story. If you are offended by reading material about M4M sexual activity between brothers or if it is illegal to read such material in your community, then don't read this story. (This is the continuation of a story I wrote about an experience that had happened about six months before. I wanted the story to stand on its own, hence the repetition of some parts.) "Home for the Holidays" My brother was away at school for the first semester of his senior year of college. His college football team had just won the small college championship with him as the star defensive tackle. At 6'4", 255, he was one of the fastest players on his team. He was all muscle and no fat--the results of many hours in the weight room, no doubt. Now, all he had to do was just ride out his last days as a senior before graduation. The Marines were waiting for him, however. It was 1967 and the war in Viet Nam was at its height. I was all excited about seeing him home for the Christmas holidays. It seemed that the days leading up to Christmas were passing at a snails pace. As a seventh grader, I no longer believed in Santa Claus but the excitement of the decorations, the tree, presents, family and the great food was what Christmas was all about. When my brother was at home, we spent many hours together. Although I was nine years younger than he, I was always included in activities with his friends during the day. Of course, at night, when he went out, I had to stay home. Just before Thanksgiving, we had just moved into a new house. It was a modest three-bedroom house with two bathrooms, large den, and kitchen. My parents had spent many hours on the plans. The house was initially designed so that my brother and I would each have our own bedroom. However since it was Christmas and my grandmother was visiting from out of town, she was staying in my brother's bedroom. That meant that he and I would have to share my room for the holidays. I had spent many hours remembering an experience with my brother at my grandmother's house just the summer before where we had also shared a bed on the sleeping porch. He had come in late one evening and having had too much to drink, and he thinking I was asleep, came to bed with no clothes on. I remembered seeing him naked--I was very curious about touching his dick. Thinking he was asleep, I slowly reached over and put my hand on his stomach. He didn't stir. I slowly slid my hand down to his dick and lightly stroked it. He started getting hard. I continued to massage his huge balls, which were hanging low with summer's heat. I had never felt such excitement. Before I knew it, his seven-inch cock was rock hard and oozing. I had never seen or much less felt anything like that before. As my heart was about to beat out of my chest, I gently started to lightly stroke his dick. He started to breath faster and deeper. I still thought he was asleep. I would never forget the sense of panic when he reached down and grabbed my hand. I just knew he, being the football-playing Marine, was about to beat the crap out of me. Instead, he taught me to beat off, his way. He replaced my hand on his dick and told me to move with longer, faster strokes. Without another word, I started stroking his rock hard cock the way he wanted it done. I could tell that something was happening but I wasn't sure what. I had had hard-on's before but I had never cum. His body got more tense, his breathing deeper and his balls tighter. He grabbed my hand again and moved it at what seemed to be the speed of light. With several more strokes, his body arched, muscles tightened and for the first time, I was seeing globs of cum flying everywhere. When I continued to stroke him he made me stop telling me that it was too intense. It wasn't until later that fall that I would understand what he meant. I often remembered how cool he was with that event because he never mentioned it or even acted like anything had happened. I also remembered that it seemed that after that single event, my pre-adolescent dick grew from its two inches hard with no pubic hair to its six inches with a semi-full bush of hair in about four months. I learned what cumming was all about and I finally understood what he meant by the "too intense" sensation that would grip my body. I could feel the electricity of the holidays in the air. The house smelled of cedar, fir and cinnamon. My brother had called and said that he and one of his friends had left college late and he would be home later than expected. Later that evening, when he arrived home, I could tell that he was exhausted. Late night studying for exams had taken its toll on him. Although I was expecting him to be upset about having to sleep in my room, he was cool with it. He said that grandmother needed a room for herself as a sanctuary of quiet and privacy. About midnight, we all crashed. He had unpacked his things and was happy to live out of a suitcase for the two weeks he was home. We both climbed into bed. I was still very excited thinking about the summer and what might happen again. As he had never indicated anything about the summer, I was hoping that he wouldn't see my very obvious erection, especially that I was bigger now. Well, we both crashed. Neither of us got up until ten o'clock the next morning. The day was busy with all of the last minute shopping going on. My brother had brought presents home from school and was trying to sneak them under the tree. Christmas Eve had never before been so exciting. As was our family tradition, we always had a big Christmas Eve meal with the extended family at our house. Aunts, uncles, cousins...it was a flurry of activity. As the relatives were leaving and the din of the evening was quieting, my parents made a big to-do about needing to go to bed because Santa Clause would come if we were awake. With feigned reluctance, my brother and were down the hall and into my bedroom. As we got undressed, we talked for a few minutes. I was standing there with just my boxers on. He commented that he had noticed how tall I had gotten. As he took his pants off, I couldn't help but stare at the immense size of his package. It was all I could do to not get hard. As we got into bed, he told me that he really had missed me the past few months. We tussled for a minute or two in a brotherly way and before I knew it we were both again asleep. I was dreaming of the time we had spent together the past summer. It was a warm and tingly feeling of excitement. That was when I realized that I was--awake and in my brother's arms. During the night, my brother had rolled over next to me and had wrapped me up and was holding me close to his warm, muscular and slightly hairy body. It was then that I realized that I was hard as a rock and that his hand was under the elastic waistband of my boxers. His fingers were wrapped around the shaft of my throbbing dick. I could feel the cool of wetness that had come from the ooze of my dick on my boxers. I moved slightly and then felt it--the length of his hard seven inches pressing against my back. My heart was racing! I could feel the beads of sweat popping out on my skin. He too, felt sweaty. I reached slowly around with my trembling hand to get a better feel of his dick. He moved slightly allowing my hand to touch his dick. He stirred slightly and only pulled me closer to him. I dared not move for fear that he would awaken and it would be over. As I was lying there my heart was about to explode. I had never experienced such exhilaration. I felt the slightest stirring in my boxers. His grip had tightened ever so slightly. That is when I realized that he was gently stroking MY cock. I didn't want the moment to stop. Was this a dream or was this real? My body was going crazy. I was fully wet at that time. He stirred a bit more and held me tighter. He was asleep and stroking ME. I slowly repositioned myself so that I was on my back. My eyes were closed, I was breathing hard...and then I felt him tugging on my boxers. He moved about and then I heard him whisper, "I want to take these off." I couldn't believe what was happening. I lifted my hips ever so slightly as he slid my boxers to my ankles. He then slid his boxers off, too. There we were both naked as the day we emerged from our mother's womb. He started stroking me again. I could feel the tightening of my balls. I had cum enough to know that I was going to shoot pretty soon. I told him I was about to cum and he stopped what he was doing. "Make it last a little longer...I want to give you a Christmas present you will never forget." He started kissing my nipples...a sensation I never new would feel so good. He was massaging my balls as he continued to kiss my stomach. God, how good it felt. He started stroking my dick ever so slightly again. I was hard as iron. He could tell that I was getting closer. Just as my breathing was heavy and as my muscles were tightening, he stroked me faster. I had never felt so good when I beat myself off. It was a sensation I had never before experienced in my few months of masturbation...it was the warm wetness of my brother mouth as he engulfed my entire six inches. My body tensed immediately--I gasped and moaned as I exploded into his mouth. But, not only did I feel the warm wetness spew into his mouth, I felt a warm wetness all over my body. I had never realized it but while he was stroking and sucking me, he was stroking himself to cum with me. We both collapsed into each other's arms--the stickiness of our sweat and his cum holding us together. He held me closer to him. As my heart slowed, my breathing eased, and my cock softened, he squeezed me and said, "Merry Christmas, little brother. I love you." Comments are welcome: Bill35213@Yahoo.com