Re: Brothers/cousins
My brother and I shared a bedroom growing up and, since I was about 12 and he 14. We saw each other jerking off many times. We were never like, "Hey, let's jerk off." In fact, we never openly talked about it at all. Although he was much bolder about whipping it out than I was, we actually went through fairly complex rituals in order to see and be seen by each other. It's like we always needed a to invent a pretext to beating off together.
For instance, sometimes we would be in our beds at night with the lights on, reading books. We'd both have on only underwear (btw, I din't know until encountering other men later in life that we were both above average in dick size... thanks dad). Anyway, eventually our hands would end up in our briefs. Again with the pretexts, at first we would pretend to be scratching or just adjusting our teen manhoods, but inevitably my brother would start flashing his hard pole for me to see. At this point in time, we would generally turn the lights out and listen to each others' bed springs squeak while we finished ourselves off in the dark. Unfortunately, I am quite near-sighted, so seeing anything in the dark was not possible until I scored my first pair of extended-wear contact lenses when I was 15.
Fast forward a couple of years - my brother had started lifting weights, he was on the high school football team, and he'd grown into his big cock, so to speak. He'd also, apparently, grown less tolerant of the complicated rituals. He pretty much jerked off in the bed next to me 3 or 4 nights a week, lights out, but unabashedly hammering on his hard-on. I think it's a straight-boy thing... it's like taking a pee... you can just do it in front of other guys if you have to. I, however, had grown into my gay sexuality by then, so I was loving bedtime, even though I missed the "foreplay" to some degree. Only occasionally did he seem to display himself strictly for my viewing benefit. It was like watching him on t.v. most of the time; just a dude beating his meat. I was comfortable in my voyeur role.
Around that time, he had also started jerking off in the morning, although not any where near as frequently as at night. One particular morning as I lie on my side facing his bed, he started the scratching-and-adjusting-inside-his-underwear thing... like old times. My interest and my dick were peaked. (We had a stereo cabinet between our headboards that blocked our view of each other's faces while we were in our beds, by the way) It was a little stop-and-go for a while there, (he must've been considering his options), but eventually he ended up lying on his back, on top of the covers, with this smooth, rounded mass of cock and balls under his underwear (he had on white briefs). I watched as he laid there and his dick moved slowly and on its own to the left side of his briefs and extended itself toward me. His hands were behind his head. Then a little moisture formed on his underwear where the tip of his dick was stressing the fabric. A moment later, he put a hand inside his underwear and gave his dick 2 or 3 smooth, slow strokes.
Then he raised his hips in the air and, unlike the guy who usually hammers through jerk-off sessions like he's late for an appointment, he glided his underwear down to just above his knees, slowly and purposefully. His dick was nothing short of a monument to manhood... big, young, healthy, slightly darker in color than the rest of him. He stroked it slowly 6, 7, 8 times. Then he whisper-called my name.
I was paralyzed with shock. We don't talk when we're doing this!
He says my name again, then adds, "...can I fuck you?"
No answer.
"Can I? We need to do something besides this." He stokes his dick twice and slaps it away toward his left thigh, as if dismissing it as trash.
I tried to sound angry. "No."
"Will you fuck me then?"
"No."
"Will you suck my dick? Can I suck yours?"
No answer from me.
My brother grunts in frustration and spends then next 40 or so seconds furiously and almost spastically jerking his dick. His over-sized nuts were drawn snuggly into the base of his dick, but they still managed to create a smacking sound on his down thrusts. He raises his knees off the bed and jabs his hips in the air as cum plops onto the dark trail of hair that ran from his navel to his dick. He falls back flat onto the bed and lets out a sigh of relief. He pulls his underwear up over his glistening hard-on, snaps the elastic waistband and pops out of bed like a kid on Christmas morning.
Although a few years later my brother actually sucked me off, it is the memory of this morning that I have been remembering and jerking off to most. My brother is 42 now and we haven't done anything sexual together in almost 20 years, but his dick is the standard by which I measure all others.
