This the true chronicle of my first of all intimate encounter with my younger brother. He's like 18 months jr. than me.

We grew up in a rather conservative family. My mom hated that ally would come over to our house, we weren't allowed to call ally at their house as well so we spend the bulk of our teenage years at home with no outside contact, besides at school.

I discovered onanism by accident and even believed that I discovered something that nobody knew. I had sexual education a few weeks before but of course they never told us about sexual climax or how practiced it felt. So one Night I was exploring myself by a bit with touching and discovered that I kinda felt nice to mime that there was something around my dick. I was rubbing myself for a very longsighted time, don't really know what to have a bun in the oven, but I kept on going because it somehow felt better and better, and then suddenly I came for the inaugural time. What did just happen ?

From that day on, masturbation became a day-to-day habit.

Some years later, I discovered that my comrade did it too.

On Fridays we had our weekly shower. Yep, we only showered once a week, to carry through pee mom said.

Anyway, one day I looked through the keyhole to spy on my chum coming out of the shower. I was curious and wanted to compare size or something. And I suddenly saw him playing with his dick and started jerking off. Completely in unlike way I was doing it, but nevertheless with Saame result. The charge of peeping, doing something naughty was probably the handsome fun. Now the unknown matter was that he did that like in the paragon viewing angle of the keyhole, I used to do it behind the exhibitioner curtain, which made me wonder if he did that on purpose. So to try my theory I dared to do it too in presence of the viewing angle, and indeed I heard a tile crack and some shamble noises outside the bathroom door. So from that moment I knew he was watching me too. The knowledge of exposing myself turned me on a lot and probably him too, because we both kept on doing it without making it obvious we knew about each other.

Some time later, on a schoolday evening I finished some homework and I heard my Brother playing games on the computer. We had one of those early Apple mac calculator in the noggin. The attic was our vacation spot, with books and toys etc.

That evening I was dressed as usual in my sweatpants, no underwear. And like boys in their early puberty, to the highest degree of the evening performing with my gumshoe while doing homework. I didn't had an orgasm yet but I decided to go upstairs because I wanted to play some games too.

The attic was dark, only the light of the electronic computer shined directly into his face.

He was playing one of the few biz we had on that Mac : a pinball game game. We had played this game together before. So we already had our own rules made up : whenever the player lost his ball, the former one had his turn to work. So we didn't have to look long for turns.

There were 3 of these distinctive white charge card beach chairs in front end of the computer. He was sitting in the midsection one.

So I got seated next to my pal and while he was playing the game, in the lag I covertly had my manus in my knickers. My putz was getting hard again. I thought he wouldn't observance anyway… but then he lost the game. He stood up, to ready room for me, I moved to his chair. I shot a new ball and then something strange happened. In stead of him taking the relieve chair next to me, he didn't sat down but walked around the table into the darkness. Because of the bright light I couldn't see beyond the presentation. At that point I had the tone he was up to something. Suddenly I heard him shuffling under the table. I was already sitting on the sharpness of the chair and I felt his deal softly pulling on my sash. I immediately knew what was going to encounter ( and I realised that he must have seen me playing with my putz next to him ). So I lifted myself a bit up in the chair to shit my bloomers skid over my ass and he pulled it right down onto my ankles.

His hand touched my hard tool and he started playing with it, softly pulling the foreskin up and down. Then I felt his warm lips engulfing the tip and he started swirling his tongue around. I was in heaven. This felt so serious, the get-go sentence being touched by somebody else. He kept going for some minutes and I felt my cum boiling and making its way through the dick of my dick. I knew I was gon na blow my burden, right here right now. I wanted to ease up him a sign of the zodiac that I was about to cum so I hit the spacebar to make the pinball plot go tilt. This was a recognisable sound so he would understand that this meant that the game was over. He removed his mouth from my dick and I came violently over his hand and on the floor.

No give-and-take were spoken. He came up from under the table, and just sat in the seat I made free for him.

I knew I had to return the favour. So when he started the game, I stood up, walked around the table and plunk under the board and he had his pants already down. I took his turncock into my mouth and started working on it like no tomorrow. I hadn't seen porn at that age ( this was in the'80, no internet ), so I never learned how to suck a stopcock but I just did it intuitively. After a short-change while he used the same phone effect to declare his cumming, but I do wanted to try his cum and I took it all in my backtalk. What a thrill.

We never talked about it what happened… but it became a weekly habit. Like a silent hint, we understood when the meter was ripe to horse around around.

And later it even happened in broad daylight too, when our parents left the planetary house for shopping, we sometimes just went naked to each others bedroom avoiding the demand to put it in words.

But after a yoke months this thing disappeared, our interest group went more to girls by then.

Even though I was older than him, he brought the get-go girl to our household and I got the chance to spy on him fucking her in his bedroom.

As the years went by, the espial and experimenting with each other didn't happen anymore. It was indeed that stage that some boys go through, I guess.

I think he's probably now embarrassed about what happened back then, and we never talked about when we were grew elderly.

I doubt he ever had intimate experiences with guy cable again, he turned out a very butch kinda guy.

Me on the reverse, I kept an open psyche and was sure that I wouldn't head to try out more if it came along my path, although I always had heterosexual person relationships and only felt attracted to girls.

But that 's for another story .