Date: Tue, 11 Jun 2019 23:52:21 +0000 (UTC) From: F T Subject: Taught by my older brother - Pt 1 I grew up on 100 acres of cow pasture, woods, and swamp in North Louisiana. Im the middle child of 3 brothers. Like most places in the middle of nowhere the neighbors were all family, next door was my dads brother, his wife, and their kids. Our houses were separated by gardens, barns, & sheds. When I was about 7 I caught my brother, who is 6 years older than me, jerking off. He was the kid everyone thought was gorgeous. Blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect body ......... and at 13 he was obviously pissed that his little brother, the pudgy red head freckled middle child, had caught him playing with his dick. I remember asking him about it: "What are you doing?" "Nothing! Go away!" We were brothers that were raised in the middle of rural Louisiana so of course we had seen each other naked before, but this was the first time I had ever seen a hard dick so I was insanely curious: "Why are you doing that?" "I was beating off! Leave me alone!" "Beating off?" "Yeah dumbass, stroking my dick, stop looking faggot" I left him alone so that he wouldn't accuse me of being a faggot again, Daddy always said terrible things about "faggots", it was definitely not a thing a kid wanted to be in my family. Several days had passed but I kept thinking about what I had seen, my brother shirtless, stroking his dick hard and fast. I kept trying to catch him doing it again & he probably noticed. We were in his room under the blanket together watching a movie & I noticed the blanket going up and down over his crotch. "Are you beating off?" "Yeah, shut up" "Why?" "Just shut up" He took my hand and guided it over to his cock. That was the day my brother actually taught me what "Beating off" was. I wrapped my hand around his hard cock and he guided my hand up and down the shaft. It was absolutely HUGE compared to mine. I could feel his pubes against the back of my hand, and then the wetness of his precum. It was our secret, our thing. We both knew if we were ever found out there would be hell to pay, but it was a risk we started taking over and over again. The hand jobs naturally evolved into blowjobs. The first time was in his bed. While stroking him he said "put your mouth on it", without hesitation I did. Just the head in my mouth at first while still stroking him. Then he used his hands to guide my head up & down. "No teeth, wrap your lips around it, yeeeah like that". He was sliding his dick in and out of my hands and mouth, teaching me and correcting me as he went, til suddenly he grit his teeth and grunted and my mouth was full of sticky salty cum. It was exhilarating, there was no reason I should have enjoyed it as much as I did but there I was with my brothers dick in my mouth, and I was shaking with how awesome it was. After that it was whenever and wherever he wanted head I'd give it to him. Years were passing with me blowing my brother in bathrooms, the barns, our beds, the woods, once in the back of our grandma's station wagon while she drove down the road...... anytime/anywhere I'd do it. He of course became the gorgeous popular baseball star with pretty girlfriends, & I was still just the pudgy red head that he and his friends would bully and make fun of, but when no-one else was around he would just say something like "hey, come on" and I'd follow him to swallow his cock. It was one of those "hey, come on" moments that kinda changed everything for me. I was 12 and he was 18, a senior in high school. We were doing our chores out in the livestock barn, feeding the chickens, rabbits and pigs when he told me to go with him. We climbed up into the hay loft out of sight. I got to my knees as he unbuttoned his fly and pulled out his cock. I had already had 5 years experience so I knew what to do, I took his big veiny cock in my mouth and let him start pumping in and out. I had his balls in one hand and pulled just a little like he liked. We were doing what we had done a thousand times before when....... "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU BOYS DOIN!?!?" My uncle's head and shoulders were there above the ladder entrance of the hay loft. My brother pulled his dick out of my mouth with an audible "pop" and he pushed me aside while putting his dick away. "NOTHING! WE WEREN'T DOING ANYTHING WE WERE JUST...... JUST ......." There were no coherent words just a jumble of excuses and pleas. "Please don't tell Daddy, we weren't doing anything!" He climbed down and we followed in shear panic. We both knew he was about to tell his brother, our father. We both knew everything was over, our entire lives, done. He just walked back to his own house silently. "No matter what, we say he is lying! That is not what he saw! Dont you dare say you were sucking my cock! Daddy will think we are faggots and he will kill us!" My brother and I lived in terror that we would be exposed. We knew the hammer would fall at any moment and we were scared beyond words. Days passed, weeks passed, maybe months and the tension was subsiding bit by bit, but the second my uncle or his wife and kids came around would immediately rekindle that fear. My dad decided to grill one day and invited his brother and his family, we tried to act as normal as possible but knowing that at any moment our secret could be exposed to the rest of the family was killing me inside. Then out of nowhere my uncle says to me: "Damnit, looks like I need to ride to the store for beer, want to ride with me?" I knew something was going to happen ......... I just didn't know what.