Date: Fri, 23 Apr 2021 12:09:32 -0700
From: Rick E. Racoon <storybynovus@gmail.com>
Subject: Becoming Self-Respectable - Part 3

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scene with sex play between brothers.


Becoming Self-Respectable - Part 3 What's Jizz?


That spring as swimming was about to start up at the club, and not long
after my fight with Lex, my now estranged friend, my mother was having
health issues and told us she would be working from home for a while,
starting the following week.

"I need a place to work. Liam will share his room and we will turn Ricky's
into my study."

I wasn't thrilled that I would be sharing - yeah, sharing, I'd be lucky if
he let me in to sleep - my fourteen-year-old brother's room, and he was
quite vocal about not wanting to share with an eleven-year-old kid.

I was still on the smaller side - not yet five feet tall and maybe
seventy-five pounds. My torso tilted forward a bit at the hips, causing my
butt to stick out and my taught muscled tummy to jut out a little and curve
up to my strong but boyish looking chest. My face was also boyish, with
ears slightly big for my head and bright hazel eyes that seemed to change
color with my mood. My short-cropped brown hair would fade to a light
auburn in the summer sun, which also turned my darker Anglo skin (light
olive from some distant ancestor) to a deep rich tan.

Spending most days during the summer wearing only my Speedo swim briefs, I
could expose a butt cheek to show off a Coppertone tan like the little girl
in the print ads (https://www.wikiwand.com/en/Coppertone). In the pouch of
my suit, my biggish balls and thick dick, pointing almost straight up, and
topped by a flared head, made a nice symmetrical bulge.

Liam on the other hand, was well into puberty. Both his hair, also buzz
cut, and skin were lighter than mine. He had stunning blue-green eyes that
lit up on the rare occasions when he smiled. He was also thin but more
visibly muscular, and six inches taller than me. His body, toned from
swimming and water polo, had a hint of my abdominal curve, but he also had
that classic 'v' formed by his well developed abdominal muscles.

Rising from his Speedos was a taut stomach with a faint six-pack and
slightly protruding pecs. His shoulders and traps were even more
defined. The pouch of his suit looked very different from mine. His balls
were bigger and moved freely in a loose sack - even after being in cool
water. His longer shaft lay over to the side with a prominent circumcised
head visible in the thin band of fabric over his right leg.

As Mom's news sank in, I realized that I would only have a few more days of
privacy. A big deal, as I had become progressively more vocal during my
'self-soothing sessions'. Not only would I be losing my room, the house
would now be occupied every day when I got home from school.

I was still in a funk about the fight. More particularly about the way
people were treating me. As in, everyone pretty much avoided me all
together. That next week after the fight, a few kids at school asked me if
I really knocked Lex out. But after telling them I didn't want to talk
about it, and with them hearing what people were saying around school, they
didn't approach me again, at all.

If I wasn't really thinking about it before, it was now crystal that I
didn't have any friends my own age. The guys at the studio were nice to me,
even excited about my "street fighting", but they treated me more like a
kid brother or a mascot than a friend.

So, feeling sad about losing my only sorta friend and being lonely in
general, I had been retreating to my room every day after school, while my
mom was still at work. I would strip naked and fantasize about Lex being
naked with me, kissing me and rubbing his dick and balls on me.

I started to think about putting my mouth on his dick, suddenly connecting
the sensation of shoving my fingers in my mouth with having a dick in
there. Trouble was, not really having seen Lex's dick, having only felt it
through his clothes, my mind conjured the only vivid image available -
Jaime gripping his hard shaft through the thin fabric of his khakis. From
that moment, the naked body in my fantasy became the older of the two
brothers.

On the Thursday before the weekend I was to move in with Liam, my last day
of complete privacy in my own room, the house otherwise empty, I imagined
being with Jaime. I remembered the sensation I experienced when I saw him
leering at me with his dark brown eyes, while Lex and I were grinding
together, gripping his hard dick through his pants, and how much was
sticking down his leg past what he was covering with his hand.

Even the day of the fight, when I saw him step off the bus, I got that same
jolt in my core, like the beginning of an orgasm but unfulfilled. I didn't
like the way he talked to us, calling us faggots, but the certainty of what
he seemed to want, when he directed his little brother to "take care of
this", was very arousing to me.

Naked on my bed, laying on my stomach, I humped my pillow while I pushed up
with my arms, arching back, and imagined him giving me that direction as he
pushed his hard shaft into my mouth. I ground my hard dick into my pillow
as I tried to imagine Jaime putting his hand on the back of my head the way
Lex had, only instead of pulling me into a kiss, Jaime would be pulling my
mouth onto his long, thick shaft. After a few minutes, I couldn't resist
pushing my fingers into my mouth and moaning over them.

I must have looked like a contortionist as I balanced over my straight
right arm, left hand in my mouth, and arching my torso down so I could
grind my dick against the bed by gyrating my hips. I swirled my tongue
around my fingers as I pumped them in and out of my mouth. Conjuring the
sensation of Jaime pulling me all the way to his belly, I sucked and pushed
my fingers deep into my throat. As my orgasm began to crest. I vigorously
thrust my hips, driving my dick between the pillow and mattress until
collapsing onto the bed and vocalizing my desires.

"Jaime, I want you."

"*"

Liam was really pissed about the impending living arrangements. That
evening at dinner he complained.

"I'm too old to share with a little kid."

He acquiesced after getting a "little fatherly correction" (a mid-century
American euphemism for a backhand slap).

Though he ceased his resistance, Liam wasn't going to do anything to
facilitate the move. He disappeared for several hours the Saturday we were
to move my bed and nightstand into his room. The rest of my furniture, that
I was specifically allowed to pick out for myself when we moved, yet again,
to a new house - our fifth since I was born - was appropriated by my
mother. It didn't help that I had 'old person taste' and had selected a
room of mid-century modern furniture with western accents that she also
liked. That, and she postulated,

"There just won't be enough room for the rest of these things in your new
space." Which ended up being a mere corner of Liam's room.

Mom was getting weaker, degenerating disks in her back from having broken
it as a child, and was going to be of no help. Dad was "working the
weekend" again, traveling to lobby some legislator. So, I had to enlist
Deena to help me rearrange the furniture and move my bed. She was thirteen
months older and usually disposed to be fairly reasonable, but she was not
feeling charitable today.

"I was planning something with my friends, but I'll help if you pay me."

"Actual money?"

"Um-hum, ten dollars."

"Wha...? Oh, fine."

We turned Liam's bed so that it was side to the wall under the window and
pushed the headboard into the corner. Then we placed his nightstand between
the bed and 'his' desk - I would end up using the kitchen table - along the
wall with the door. We sorted out the rest of the furniture and ended up
with my bed diagonally across the room from Liam's, parallel to the closet,
but far enough away to open the double folding doors and move around them.

Mirroring what we'd done with Liam's bed, we put my headboard to the
wall. To the left of my bed, towards the window, was my nightstand, then my
brother's chest of drawers and a bookshelf in the corner, a few feet past
the foot of Liam's bed.

More or less out of wall space, we put the second bookshelf - my brother
was a voracious reader, something I both admired and envied him for - with
its back to the foot of my bed. My mom was right, there wasn't room for my
other furniture, so with no dresser of my own, I ended up with a couple of
plastic tubs under my bed. Most of the morning, and two weeks allowance
later, both rooms were sorted.

I was pretty pleased with my spacial ability to arrange our room so that it
was still functional but allowed the greatest distance between the beds. I
had also created a sense of privacy with the heads of our beds and
nightstands tucked into the cubbies created by the larger furniture next to
them. In practice however, and as made plain by Liam that evening as he
glared at me, the orientation of our beds had us in full-body view of each
other with just a slight turn of the head.

As the week began, the full inconvenience of our new living arrangement
became more apparent. My brother was also on the swim team at the club and
now had much the same schedule as I did. It put a serious crimp in my jack
off sessions. No more laying naked, exploring my body.

Now constrained to just one quick rub-out during my shower, and aroused all
the time, a strange discomfort began plaguing me. The weather was warming
and Liam would sleep on top of his bed sheet instead of under it. Bare
chested and wearing only the colorful low-cut briefs he had begun buying
for himself, no doubt for the way they accentuated his ample package in the
tighter slacks that were in fashion at his school, I couldn't keep my eyes
off of him. Mom still had me in tighty-whities. I hated wearing anything in
bed, so I took to wearing a threadbare pair of hand-me-down sleeping shorts
(PJs to some). They were comfortable, but weren't really helping to conceal
my perpetual erections.

To make matters worse, the morning light coming through the window would
filter past the bottom of the curtains and illuminate Liam, a back sleeper,
about a half an hour before the alarm would start buzzing for us to get
up. The light coming in did nothing to stir my brother, but I would wake at
first light.

For several weeks I woke early each morning when the sun peeked under the
heavy curtains and revealed Liam's near naked body. The scalloping light
would illuminate or silhouette the contours of his legs, bulge, and
torso. Occasionally, he would unconsciously rub or grab his always stiff
dick. His head in the shadow, past the edge of the window, I would picture
Jaime and hear his confident voice saying 'come take care of this'. At
night, I would try - mostly unsuccessfully - not to get caught ogling
Liam's bulging package, as he read before bed.

My only reprieves from my fascination with Liam, or more truthfully, his
body, had been school and my martial arts practice. Unfortunately,
Mr. Bay's studio was a converted auto garage and didn't have air
conditioning, and since most of the students attended the university, he
would close when finals started at the university and travel to Korea to
visit family for the summer. Now, the end of May, school had let out for
summer break as well.

Having nowhere else to go, I was almost glued to Liam's hip for most of
every day. Liam and I would wear little more than our Speedos or tight
cutoff jeans, split up the sides like the college guys wore. The other guys
on the swim team were almost always similarly clad. I felt immersed in a
sea of teen and boy flesh, and it was making me crazy with lust.

Trying to find some release from my horny-ness, I started going into the
bathroom as soon as we got home from practice, before doing our chores. I
would lay down on the floor and push my fingers in my mouth while rubbing
myself with my suit or just jerking off. A few days after I started doing
this, Liam rushed in and inadvertently overpowered the lock - the flimsy
privacy lock on the knob didn't really work well - catching me sucking my
fingers with my dick in my hand. In his urgency, he just closed the door,
snatched a bath towel off the rack and dropped it on me as he stepped over
me to the toilet.

"Cover up and go."

Getting up and moving towards the door, I pressed the towel to my stomach,
letting it hang down in front of my hard dick while I side-glanced to watch
as he hooked down the front of his Speedo with his right thumb. Compelled,
I turned to stare as I saw his shaft supplely roll over his thumb and hang
almost straight down, the fat head pulling it like a carpenter's plumb bob,
as the bright stream splashed into the water and the aroma of urine wafted
in the air.

I was in awe of it. When I peed, I would have to stretch my balls out of
the way so I could point my dick down to the toilet, and because my pee
slit angled up a bit on the head, I had to rotate my hips and stick my butt
out even more so the stream wouldn't overshoot the bowl.

Up until the fight, my brother got annoyed at me pretty easily, having a
temper something like our Dad's. But recently, he had been more tolerant,
even though he caught me several times (a night) looking at him (his
crotch). Looking up from his dick and catching my eyes in the mirror, he
just gazed until he had my attention.

"I'm going."

"Might as well wait now. I'm almost done"

He began milking his shaft and shaking the last drops off the end. As he
was stuffing it back into his suit, it was looking a lot less
flexible. Looking up again, he asked matter-of-factly,

"Do you always suck your fingers when you jack off?"

For some reason, I didn't feel challenged or particularly embarrassed, so I
simply replied,

"Not always. But it does make it kind of... better, sometimes". He gave a
knowing sort of nod while washing his hands.

"You can finish now if you want."

Smiling and looking at me with his glowing emerald eyes, he stepped up to
me and wiped his hands on the towel I was still holding against my hard-on,
grazing it a bit. Then, patting me on the head, he pressed past me and out
the door.

After a particularly intense orgasm, grunting into the towel my brother
touched me through, I came out of the bathroom and we started our chores
and checked for notes from our mom.

She was home most days but 'sleeping a lot', having been given pain pills
and muscle relaxants for her back. There was a note on her door asking for
quiet. Finishing laundry and such, we donned our cutoffs and tank tops and
wandered the neighborhood for a bit before dinner time.

"*"

Deena had a very different schedule from Liam and me now that school was
out. She ran with a pack of tween girls from the club, playing tennis and
hanging out at their houses, or being chauffeured around by one or another
of the girls' mothers. She would be away several days at a time, sleeping
over and such. I think there was some idea from the other mothers of making
things easier for my mom.

My brother and I had been tasked with making dinners now. This meant, of
course, that I was making dinner while my brother sat nearby reading -
popping up to look busy if our mom came out or when our dad arrived.

Dinners these days were less structured. Mom didn't come out every night,
and Dad seemed a lot more relaxed with us without her there. He would even
engage us in conversation, asking about swimming and discussing with Liam
about his being accepted as a counselor in training at the riding camp - he
would be away for an entire month starting the following week. After
dinner, Dad would go into the study to read, or go "back to the office" to
work on something. Liam and I would watch television for a while and then
shower and get ready for bed.

While Liam caught up on some baseball scores from the TV - surprise, I'm
not a big sports fan - I went for my shower and nightly jack-off
session. Remembering Liam's dick stretching down from his muscled abdomen,
my orgasm was less intense than the one this afternoon, but I still moaned
hard through the washcloth I had stuffed in my mouth, as the water from the
shower emulated the sound of his pee splashing into the toilet. Finished
with my shower, I opened the bathroom door to find Liam waiting to come in.

"Dad went back to the office to finish some work. He said he's taking Mom
for more x-rays, and to meet a surgeon tomorrow."

As Liam was showering, I lounged on my bed, refolding a 'toy' I fashioned
from a silk scarf and some velvet fabric. I made a cylinder with the velvet
on the inside and the gossamer silk wrapped around it and hanging loose on
the edges. After we would turn the lights out, I would slip my sleep shorts
down and brush the silk over my exposed skin. Sweeping my thighs and
scrotum would make my dick get really hard. That's when I would slip it
over my dick and lightly drag the velvet inside up and down over my swollen
head. To me, this was both stimulating and very relaxing. While I might
start out very excited, and even get close to an orgasam, it usually had
the effect of relaxing me and quieting my racing thoughts, so I could
sleep.

I had become engrossed in preparing my toy and hadn't heard Liam leave the
bathroom. Sensing him in the bedroom, I glanced up to see him looking at me
as he walked into the room. Feeling embarrassed, I dropped the tube of
fabric into the open drawer of my nightstand and softly pushed it
closed. Liam just continued across the room to his bed.

As Liam lay back reading a science fiction novel, with an illustration of a
voluptuous space girl on the cover, I thumbed through a photo journal about
the war in the pacific - like a lot of boys then, I had a bit of a
fascination with pictures of ships and tanks, and GI's. After a while, Liam
looked up from his book and turned on the lamp on his nightstand. Getting
up, he walked over to the door and closed it. As he prepared to turn off
the overhead light, he looked over at me.

"Turn on your lamp, low."

Something felt different. There was a calm intensity in his face and voice
I wasn't familiar with. Following his direction - no, his command - I gave
the stem on my lamp a twist. It clicked once and the three-way-bulb began
to glow dimly. Liam switched off the ceiling light.

Instead of going back to his bed, he walked up to mine. Standing close to
me, next to my nightstand, the glow from my lamp lit up the fine blond
hairs on his legs and stomach. There was a trail of slightly darker,
thicker hair rising out of the top of his shiny green low-cut briefs,
tapering upward and fading into the short downy hairs below his navel. I
could feel his body heat on my skin.

I used to be distrustful of my brother being this close to me. He was not
often nice. But tonight, it felt very natural to be close. Gazing at his
lightly muscled chest and stomach, and of course drawn to the tuberous
shaft idly resting in the soft hammock of his underwear, above his right
thigh, I was startled when he took hold of the gun metal drawer handle.

Opening the drawer of my night table, he gently lifted my toy up by the
closed end and looked at it. My ears felt hot as I began to flush with
embarrassment. Not hearing any comment, I slowly looked up at his face; his
expression wasn't accusatory. It was something else - bemused?

"So this is what you play with at night. Show me what you do with it."

He held it out to me. As I reached for the soft rumpled cylinder, he drew
it back a little. Confused, I looked to his face for explanation. Catching
my gaze, he tilted his head and swept his eyes down my body, lifting his
chin a bit to complete the signal. I instantly understood.

Hooking the waistband of my PJs with both thumbs, I rolled my knees up in a
crunch movement and stripped off my shorts, laying them next to my
pillow. As I lowered my legs, my painfully-erect dick pressed flat against
my tummy, and my fat balls tingled in my tight dark scrotum. I slipped the
thumb of my right hand between my shaft and body. Wrapping my fingers
around from the base and pointing it away from my body, a bit of my thick
shaft was still visible above my fist, below the slightly bigger flared
head.

Looking back to my brother, I watched in fascination as he extended his arm
over my chest and began brushing the feathery fabric over my nipples. I
moaned, twitched, and whimpered as he traced the gossamer edges back and
forth down my body.

"You like this huh?"

"Oh, oh yess..."

The sensations were so much more intense than when I did this to myself. My
muscles flexed and jerked, my ass cheeks clenched and pulsed, and my knees
pumped up and down involuntarily. Liam had a look of sheer jubilation on
his face. His eyes shone brightly and he giggled like a mischievous
child. It was almost like when he would tickle me until I was gasping for
air, only now in a nice way.

"Oh... Ah.. ahaa.."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Aah, NO! Ple-ease no"

"Shh. You're gonna wake Mom."

Releasing my dick, I grabbed for my PJs and stuffed them into my mouth to
quiet myself. Grunting and moaning, I writhed in contented agony and
screamed through my shorts.

"Mmff aah."

I reached out my left hand and found Liam's thigh. He flinched, and stopped
teasing me, when I gripped and squeezed him reflexively. I forced myself to
relax my hand, flattening it against his inner thigh and caressed the soft
hairs I found there. This worked as I had hoped; he resumed his gentle
assault.

Fighting my spasmodic muscle movements, I willed myself to maintain some
control over my body. I moved my hand up Liam's leg and cupped his balls in
my upturned palm like I was picking ripe fruit. I marveled at how they
weighed down the pouch of his underwear and felt heavy in my hand. The way
they moved so freely as I fondled them, too big to hold both in my small
hand at the same time, felt so wonderful. Liam moaned out his approval.

"O-oh fuuck_Yahh."

Encouraged that he was liking what I was doing I rolled my palm around his
fleshy balls and brushed up the front and over his hard shaft, still
jutting to his right but pushing out against his underwear. My little
finger catching under the prominent ridge of the big head brought out
another long low moan. Embolden and excited, I wrapped my fingers over the
head and traced my thumb around the underside of the ridge from the back to
the pronounced crevice of his frenulum.

"Uhua! No, stop."

Liam stepped back and looked towards the ceiling with his face scrunched
up. His thighs were squeezed together, and all the muscles of his abs and
chest were contracted. He was holding his arms out to his sides a little
and bent up at the elbow. His hands were facing palm out, still lightly
clutching the rolled scarf in his left fingers. He shuddered, and panted.

"Oh, fuck, hah...aah...whew. Fuck, that was close."

As Liam stood breathing long and slow, I took him in. The length of his
shaft and big mushroom head were fully outlined by the stretched fabric of
his briefs, A small wet spot darkened the green cloth to mark the boundary
of the outline at the top. Even though I was captivated by the spectacle, I
observed to myself that while the length of my dick changed a lot when I
got hard, except for getting fatter and the head getting more
arrowhead-shaped, Liam's didn't seem that much longer.

Seemingly recovered now, Liam stepped forward. Reaching down to my face
with his right hand, he took hold of my PJs and slowly tugged them from my
mouth. A string of saliva stretched from my lips to the soggy patch that
had been in my mouth and glistened in the dim light. Lifting them to his
mouth he rubbed the wet spot briefly against his lips then lowered them to
his side. I felt like he had kissed me.

"Hold your dick out again."

I quickly did as he said. I was really liking the way he was directing
me. It made me feel so safe and sure of myself. Holding the silk scarf with
the open end facing down, he raised his right hand and extended his bird
finger. Holding my PJs with his other fingers, he slipped his digit up into
the velvet interior of my toy. Pumping his fist a little he opened up the
end of the tube again. Aligning the toy directly above my raised dick, he
lowered it ever so slowly onto my dick and twisted it as it slipped down my
shaft.

"You do it now."

I took hold of the scarf enveloping my throbbing dick with my left hand. As
I began pumping it lightly up and down, Liam retreated, walking backward,
to his bed. Still gripping my shorts in his right hand, he sat on his bed
and scooted back against the headboard. Placing his left palm on his
stomach he smoothly slid his hand down. As it passed over his bulge, he
snagged the top of his briefs with his thumb and stretched them down,
tucking the band under his weighty balls and exposing his hard dick.

His bright reading lamp was like a spotlight bathing his veiny shaft. Free
from its bonds, his dick arched out from his belly, still leaning towards
his right hip. He took hold of it, squeezing it once, then opening his hand
and pushing it down with his thumb behind the head. Much more yielding than
mine would be, he pushed down between his thighs and let it flip back
up. It stopped short of slapping the soft brown patch of hair and bobbed
back to its starting position.

I was captivated, and just stared at him while holding the fabric loosely
as my pulsing dick tried to rub itself inside the velvet tunnel. Liam
switched off his light, causing the object of my attention to recede into
the shadows. A loud whisper followed.

"Keep going."

I resumed lifting and dropping the scarf on my shaft. Unable to see Liam
clearly, I began to focus on the sensations of the loose ends of the silk
as they tickled my scrotum and inner thighs. Writhing a little from that
sensation, I became aware of the firmer and slightly rougher velvet
brushing the corona of my dickhead. Committed to my own pleasure now, I
pumped more vigorously and rubbed up my body with my right hand. More
whispered instruction emanated from the dark.

"Suck your fingers."

"Okay."

"Yeah, like that."

"Mmm."

His confident instructions rang in my ears like it was Jaime telling me
what to do. I began reaching deeper with my fingers, arching my back and
pumping the plush tube in my hand. It was happening again, that jolt behind
my balls, my butthole was twitching.

"Mmm... Agaa..."

"Yeah Ricky, Yeah. That's it, suck them harder."

"Agaa... Mmm... "

"Ooh fuuck, suck them... Yeah, suck, mehee! Ahaaa... Uh! Uh, uh... Gawd!"

"What happened? what's wrong Liam?

There was no response. Just the sound of Liam breathing fast. I just
listened. Then after a minute or so, it became deep and slow.

"Liam?"

"Huh?"

"What happened?"

"Nothing, I just shot my load"

"What do you mean?

"Don't you shoot jizz yet?"

"What's jizz?"

"Here, catch."

A moment later, my sleep shorts sailed towards me out of the
shadows. Surprised, I quickly put my hands up to catch them, and
missed. They landed in my left armpit with a light plop. Suddenly, I was
inhaling the most amazing smell! It filled my nostrils and expanded in my
head; a surge of energy or something seemed to radiate through my body
right to that spot where the 'jolt' starts. Grabbing the PJs in my right
hand, I brought them to my face and examined the pungent, sticky fluid on
them - there was a lot of it. The smell was hard to identify, a little
acrid, kind of like pool water and a bit of ammonia. I liked it.

"This came out of your dick? Is it sperm?"

"Yah, it has sperm in it. It's really called semen, but most guys call it
jizz, or spunk"

"Can you do it again? Will you show me?"

"Maybe tomorrow, if you promise to do something for me."

"Of course, I'll do whatever you want. Can we do it now?"

"Tomorrow. Go to sleep."

I turned off my light and lay down on my side. Pressing my nose into the
damp smelly shorts, I located the scarf and rubbed it lightly over my tummy
and groin. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep.

<fin part 3>

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