Tommy and Me This is a true story about some things that my brother Tommy and I did when we were growing up. I've never told anyone this before because it's kind of embarrassing, but I figure it's okay if I just use first names. Tommy is two years older than me, and he's a typical big brother I guess. By that I mean he was always bossing me around, and we fought a lot. Tommy thought he was cool because he was a pitcher on the baseball team at high school. He was a real show-off. He was also a typical redhead with a very quick temper. I had to be careful around him when he was in a bad mood, but sometimes we had fun together, too. One Saturday afternoon Mom and Dad went shopping and left Tommy and me home alone. I was about 14 at the time, and Tommy was 16. I was sitting in the living room watching a football game when Tommy came in and grabbed the remote control off the coffee table. He started started flicking through the channels and it really made me mad. I went after him and we started wrestling on the floor. He wouldn't give the remote back. "Come and get it," he said, giving me a crooked grin. He loved to tease me that way. He held it out like he was going to give it to me, but then snatched it away and shoved it down his pants. I started laughing because it looked like he had a hardon. Tommy dared me to pull it out. "What's the matter, afraid to get it, wuss?" He kept teasing me that way but I tried to ignore him. Finally he pulled it out and put it up to his nose. "Ah, smells good! Wanna sniff?" I should mention that Tommy could be pretty gross sometimes. He started waving it in front of my face, and since he was sitting on my legs at that point, I couldn't get away. "Get outta here, Tommy!" I cried. "I don't wanna smell your dick." "Yes you do," he said. "You wanna play with it!" He rocked back and forth on his knees. "You wanna touch it, don't you!" Up to that point he was just acting like typical Tommy, doing his best to torture me. But then he grabbed my hand and pushed it down between his legs. I was so surprised I didn't know what to do. He rubbed my hand against his zipper, and I noticed there was something hard inside his pants leg. "Hah-hah, you gotta boner!" I laughed. "Yeah and it's your fault," he growled. He sounded angry but he kept rubbing my hand down there and he had a funny look in his eyes. He also seemed to be breathing kind of heavy. To tell the truth I was scared. Suddenly Tommy jumped to his feet and pulled me up by the arm. He dragged me down the hallway where the bathroom was, and then when we got to the bathroom he pushed me inside and shut the door. He looked crazy. "You wanna see something, Jeff?" he whispered. "You tell anybody and I'll kill you." Leaning back against the sink, Tommy unsnapped the button on his jeans and pulled down his zipper so that his underpants were showing. He hesitated for a few seconds. Then he shoved down the front of his underpants and my mouth really dropped open. His penis came out and it was so big I could hardly believe it! I'd seen my brother without clothes a few times, but I never saw him with an erection before. Cripes, it looked humongous, at least to my inexperienced eyes -- it must have been six or seven inches long and it was big and fat, sticking straight out between his legs like a big fat fishing pole. I was also surprised at how much pubic hair he had down there. I think I mentioned that my brother is a redhead, and his whole pubic area was covered with a thick bush of reddish-brown fuzz. I was really impressed. Tommy's eyes were gleaming and bright. He took his thing in his hand and started to rub it up and down. "You know what jacking off is?" he whispered. Actually I did know a little about jacking off. I'd experimented myself a few times when I lay in bed at night. I knew that it felt good, but I thought it was a queer thing to do. I had no idea that Tommy did it too. "It feels great," Tommy said. "You rub it like this and after a while your cum shoots out. C'mere, buddy, I'll show you something." Tommy opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a bottle of pink hand lotion that my mother kept down there. It was one of those fancy pump bottles that squirts in your hand. "I use this to make it feel better. Watch," he said. As I stared in fascination, he squeezed out a glob of pink lotion and started to rub it all over his erection. It made wet, slurpy noises. "Mmm, feels good when it's wet. Like fucking a wet pussy! C'mere." He squeezed a gob of lotion into the palm of my hand. "You wanna do it?" "No way!" I said, drawing back. I was scared to touch him. "C'mon, it won't bite you. Touch it, you little wuss!" Finally I reached down and touched it. It was really neat, like a big hot poker, but it was soft and silky at the same time and felt very nice in my hand. Tommy held it out for me. First I rubbed a little lotion around the head, right where the piss-hole was, and then I circled my fingers around the shaft. When I squeezed it, it throbbed against my fingers. Tommy wanted me to help him jack off. I started to slide my hand up and down and he started to groan with pleasure. "Yeah, that feels good!" he murmured appreciatively. With the lotion, my hand slid easily up and down his shaft and Tommy directed me what to do. "Go a little faster," he said. "Squeeze it tighter." When I squeezed hard, the head of his dick flared out and turned purple. He squirted more lotion on and I guess it felt really good because he shut his eyes and started pumping his hips back and forth real slow like he was really enjoying it. While I jacked him off, he reached down and played with his balls. It was pretty cool. I guess I must have stroked him for about three or so and after that his face got red. He started breathing very fast and I knew something was gonna happen. Suddenly he pushed me away with his arm. "What's the matter?" I asked. "Oooh I'm... gonna cum!" he blurted. I was disappointed that he was brushing me aside so fast, but I watched anxiously to see what he would do. He leaned up to the sink and pointed his penis into the bowl. Then he started jerking it real fast and it looked like he was having a fit or something. Suddenly he kind of arched his back and a jet of creamy white liquid shot out of his dick. "Ooh, unh!" he grunted. Another stream of cum shot out. He must have squirted about five or six times and most of it went into the sink, but several globs splattered up on the mirror and dribbled down like sticky goo. It was gross. "Man, that's fucking great!" said Tommy, huffing and puffing. As I watched in fascination, he squeezed on the base of his penis and milked out one last ooze of cum. Then he wiped himself off with a towel and started pulling his pants back up. "Hey, you wanna do it too?" he asked. I was pretty excited, for sure, but frankly I was embarrassed because I knew my penis wasn't as big as Tommy's and I was afraid he might laugh when he saw it. I shook my head. "Don't be a wuss -- I know you've got a hardon, I can see it!" He was right. I had a stiff one, all right, and it was showing in the front of my pants like a little ramrod. I tried to slip out the door but Tommy blocked my way. Then he grabbed me and we ended up sliding on the floor. Tommy got his hand between my legs and started squeezing. He rubbed so hard it almost hurt. Then somehow he got his hand inside my pants. "Oh ...unh!" "Holy cow!" As soon as Tommy put his hand in my pants I started cumming. I couldn't control myself and came all over his hand. I got a big wet spot on the crotch of my pants, too. I was mortified, and I was scared that Tommy would be mad. He was cool about it, though. He wiped his hand off and told me not to be embarrassed. He said it just happened because I was just so excited. "You better change your pants before Mom and Dad get home," he said. "And remember, if you tell anybody we did this, you're dead." Of course I wasn't going to tell anybody. "Do you jack off a lot?" I asked. "Sure, all guys do. What planet are you from, dweeb?" "Can we do it again sometime?" "Maybe, we'll see," he answered noncomittally. * * * * * * * So that's how my brother and I started messing around, and before long we were fooling around quite often together. Whenever Tommy got in a horny mood he'd start picking on me like he wanted to start a fight or something. Then we'd usually start wrestling and pretty soon we'd start grabbing each other and both of us would get boners. It was exciting. We liked to feel each other through our pants and sometimes we'd just stand facing each other and rub them together. Then we'd usually go to his bedroom, pull down our pants and jack each other off. Tommy liked to make things wet and slippery when we jacked off, and we tried using different things. Of course we used Mom's hand lotion sometimes, but we had to stop doing that because one day she found the bottle empty in the cupboard and got pissed about it. Tommy also liked to use baby oil. Tommy would lie back on his bed with his legs spread apart and have me rub it on his balls. He had nice big balls. I liked to feel them in his scrotum and see them tighten up when he got ready to cum. We were careful so Mom and Dad wouldn't get suspicious, of course. If they knew what we were doing they would have killed us. Tommy had a special towel that he called the "cum rag" and kept it hidden underneath his dresser where Mom wouldn't find it. Sometimes it would get really crusty and we'd rinse it out in the bathroom sink. Anyway, we had sort of a joke about it; "using the rag" became our secret code for jacking off. "Man, I really need to use the rag," he'd say. Sometimes when Tommy wasn't around, I'd go to his room and pull it out just for fun. It made me excited to to hold it and smell it, especially if it was damp. Sometimes if Tommy wasn't around I would masturbate myself and think about playing with Tommy's dick. * * * * * Everything was cool between me and my brother for about six months. Then Tommy met a new friend at school. His name was Dave and I hated him. He was a real dweeb with yellow teeth and a fat behind. He was in Tommy's class at school and the two of them started spending all their time together. When Dave got his driver's license they'd go driving around in Dave's car and never invited me to go along. After Dave came into the picture, Tommy didn't have much interest in "using the rag" with me anymore. Tommy never said so, but I suspected he and Dave were fooling around with each other and it made me really jealous. One day our coach let the softball team leave practice early. It was in the afternoon and my parents weren't home yet, but Dave's jalopy was in the driveway and I figured he must be in the house with Tommy. Naturally I was curious about what they were doing so I went in the back door and tiptoed quietly up the stairs. I could hear voices in tommy's bedroom. It was Tommy and Dave, all right. I could recognize their muffled voices through the bedroom door. "C'mon, you said you'd do it," I heard Tommy saying. "Naw, I changed my mind." "I won't tell anybody. Just try it. I swear it's clean, I washed this morning." There was a pause, then some more laughing and murmuring which I couldn't quite understand, and then things got quiet again. Needless to say, I wondered what was going on. I decided to give my brother and Dave a little scare. Without any warning I pounded on the door and gave it a kick. To my surprise the door swung open. Somebody yelled "Shit!" When I looked inside, Dave was jumping around the room doing something with his pants and Tommy was shaking on the bed, covering himself with his hands. They looked like they were going to shit their pants. It was hilarious. "Christ, it's you!" yelled Tommy angrily. "You little creep. I thought you were supposed to be at softball practice." His eyes were black with anger and he looked like he'd kill me if he could. Dave turned around and shot me a look that was something between extreme embarrasment and profound relief. He finished doing whatever he was doing to his zipper and tried to act like nothing unusual was going on, but he was sweating bullets. He looked down at his watch. "Gee, I didn't know it was so late. Gotta be gettin' home now, guess I'll see you later, Tommy." He pushed past the door without looking at me and practically ran out of the house to his car. Man, was he a dweeb! After Dave left, my brother wouldn't even talk to me. He was really pissed. He told me to get the hell out of his room, which made me kind of made because I hadn't done anything wrong -- he and Dave were the ones who should be in trouble -- but I decided to stay out of his way until he cooled down. Later Mom and Dad came home from work. We sat down to dinner and Tommy didn't say a word through the whole meal. Mom asked if anything was wrong. Tommy said no, he just had a lot of homework to do, and quickly left the table. Mom and Dad asked me what was wrong with him. "Don't ask me," I shrugged. * * * * I watched TV for a while but there wasn't anything good on, and I finally I decided to go upstairs and apologize to my brother for what happened that afternoon. I went up and knocked on his door. When he opened the door he didn't say anything, but he didn't look so mad any more either, so I went inside and sat down on his bed. "I'm sorry I barged in on you and Dave this afternoon, " I said. "Guess I interrupted something important, huh?" "What do you think?" he shrugged sarcastically. "I suppose you were spying on us, you nosey little creep." "You should've locked the door," I suggested. "Thanks, Sherlock." He looked uncomfortable. "You're gonna keep it to yourself, right?" He looked away, slighly irritated, and slowly his face relaxed. Then a funny litle smile appeared at one corner of his mouth. "You know what? " he said grinning. "I almost talked Dave into giving me a blow job. If you hadn't come home, I think he would have done it. " I wasn't sure what a blow job was, but Tommy obviously thought it was something good. Which gave me an idea about how I could make things up to him. "You want me to do it?" I asked. "Do what?" he said. "Give you a blow job." Tommy looked at me like I was crazy. "Cripes, Jeff," he murmured. "You don't even know what it is." "Maybe I do, how do you know? " I said. I had heard guys at school use the term, but I never really had a clear idea what it meant. " I'd do it if you want me to. Tell me what it is!" "Dweeb!" he said, dismissively. "A blow job is when somebody sucks your dick with their mouth!" he whispered. "Yuck! That's gross!" I said. I tried to think what it would be like to do that. It was hard to picture in my mind, but the idea of Dave sucking on Tommy's dick really made me laugh. But then when I thought about it, I started thinking about Tommy pulling his big dick out of his pants and how much fun it was to mess around with it. And when I did that, I started to get a hardon. I don't know why, but I started getting really excited and I looked up at Tommy. "I'll try it If you want me to do." Tommy shook his head. "Get outa here," he said. "Please? Let me do it!" "Hmm, " he murmured. He thought about it a minute. "I guess I'd could let you try -- if you really want to....." I assured him I really wanted to do it. It may sound stupid, but I wanted to please Tommy so much that I probably would have done anything he asked. * * * * * * Tommy finally said I could give him a blow job, but I had to promise I would never tell anybody. We locked the door because Mom and Dad were downstairs and things would be pretty bad if they walked in on us. Tommy also made sure the curtains were closed and turned on his stereo just for good measure. Finally everything was ready. We looked at each other and I think both of us were really nervous, but I was eager to start. " I guess you gotta take it out," I whispered. "Yeah," said Tommy. "Hey, Jeffy, you sure you wanna do this?" "Yeah, sure" I said. "No problem." Hesitantly, Tommy lay back on his bed. He loosened his jeans and pushed them around his hips, but left his underpants up -- maybe he was more nervous than I thought, I don't know. Anyway, I got on the bed next to him and scooted down by his legs so that I could get in the right position. Jeez, it was weird. I looked up at him and he looked down at me. I put my head down near his underpants and suddenly I felt a little queasy because I got a good whiff of his body. Those briefs he'd been wearing all day -- they smelled a little funky, like cheese or something. It wasn't bad once I got used to it, but it just made me a little dizzy. Finally Tommy pushed on the waistband of his underpants, and his dick plopped out right in my face. It was kind of soft and shriveled but it looked big all the same. "Okay -- here goes!" I whispered, and with a shiver of excitement I stuck out my tongue and started licking it. It wasn't bad, it just tasted salty and warm like a big squishy noodle. Carefully I ran my tongue around it and wondered what would happen if Tommy suddenly had to take a piss, but I put it out of my mind. I knew Tommy wouldn't do that to me. I quickly got used to the earthy smell of his crotch and his pubic hair. Then he guided the end of his dick to my lips and started sliding it into my mouth, accompanied by a long, low groan. Jesus, it seemed so big, -- but then it started getting bigger and bigger, and I couldn't keep it in. Man, he was getting a boner right in my mouth! By the time I stopped to breathe, his dick was as hard as a rock and pulled out of my mouth with a loud wet "pop!" "Sweet Jesus, don't stop!" moaned Tommy. "God, that's so fucking good. Please, do it some more!" His ass was squirming all over the mattress, and he begged me to suck him. I must say, it was nice to hear my brother begging for something! Tommy had a full hardon now, straining up against his belly. Taking it in my hand, I guided it back to my mouth and started to lick it clean with my tongue. It felt nice -- strong and firm, and all at once I realized I wasn't just doing this for Tommy. I LIKED it. I let it slide in deeper and it wasn't long before the end of his dick was pushing hard against the back of my throat. Tommy loved every minute. In fact, he went absolutely crazy. He was squirming like he was having an epileptic seizure, and every time I used my tongue or my lips he groaned like he was gonna die. He wanted to fuck his penis in and out of my mouth, but once in his excitement he thrust too hard and I started choking. "You do that again and I'll bite it off!" I told him. "I'm sorry," he apologized. "It just feels so fucking good I can't stand it!" Finally, I got him to lie back and take it easy while I did the work. Using plenty of spit to make it wet, I tightened my lips around the shaft and started bobbing my head up and down; basically, it was like jacking him off, only using my mouth instead of my hand, and I was surprised at how natural it seemed. The hardest part was keeping my lips tight, which was tiring. Also, sometimes a piece of pubic hair would get in my mouth and make me gag. However, the more I did it the easier it got. I still remember how surprised I was when Tommy started to come -- mainly cause he didn't give me any warning. I was bobbing my head up and down on his shaft and all of a sudden I felt this squirt of hot, squishy liquid in my mouth. Just as suddenly my nostrils were filled with an acrid tang. Tommy started grunting and before I knew it he was spurting his whole load of spunk in my mouth. I couldn't believe how much there was and I almost started to throw up, but somehow I controlled myself and held my head steady. It seemed like a long time, but he finally finished having his orgasm. After he was done I pulled away and spit a whole mouthful of semen out on the bed. I started gagging because of the taste. When it was all over, Tommy pulled me up and thanked me, and said it was the best fucking thing he ever happened to him. It was a long time before his chest stopped heaving. * * * * I performed fellatio on my brother many times after that. Eventually I got to the point where I enjoyed the taste of his jism and I didn't have any problem swallowing it down. I would say that I got to be a real expert at sucking dick and licking balls. That first time sticks in my mind as the most exciting, however. I gave my brother blow jobs several times a week as long as we both lived at home. He never reciprocated, but that never bothered me. I just loved sucking his big fat dick. Later on he left home and went into the army, which was a big loss for me. Ocassionally he came home for a visit we would always manage to find some time alone together, even if it meant driving out and parking in the woods somewhere, because he said he just didn't get good head from the girls he dated. He would pull down his pants down and I would give suck him off nice and slow -- sometimes even do him twice. I know that people reading this will probably thinks that I've turned into a queer and a cocksucker, but that's not really true. I enjoy sex with girls now, and believe it or not, my brother is the only guy I've ever fooled around with.