This the honest floor of my world-class intimate encounter with my younger crony. He's like 18 months younger than me.

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

I discovered masturbation by accident and even believed that I discovered something that cipher knew. I had intimate education a few weeks before but of trend they never told us about sexual climax or how good it felt. So one Night I was exploring myself by a bit with touching and discovered that I kinda find nice to mimic that there was something around my dick. I was rubbing myself for a very long time, don't really know what to wait, but I kept on going because it somehow felt better and better, and then suddenly I came for the beginning time. What did just occur ?

From that day on, onanism became a daily habit.

Some long time later, I discovered that my brother did it too.

On Fridays we had our weekly shower. Yep, we only showered once a hebdomad, to write H2O mom said.

Anyway, one day I looked through the keyhole to spy on my brother coming out of the shower. I was curious and wanted to equate size or something. And I suddenly saw him playing with his dick and started jerking off. Completely in different way I was doing it, but nevertheless with like results. The thrill of peeping, doing something naughty was probably the biggest fun. Now the strange thing was that he did that like in the apotheosis viewing angle of the keyhole, I used to do it behind the exhibitor curtain, which made me wonder if he did that on purpose. So to test my theory I dared to do it too in front of the viewing angle, and indeed I heard a tile crack and some shamble noises outside the lavatory door. So from that consequence I knew he was watching me too. The noesis 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 metre later, on a schoolday eventide I finished some preparation and I heard my brother playing games on the computing machine. We had one of those ahead of time Apple mac computers in the noggin. The attic was our playground, with Holy Scripture and toys etc.

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

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

He was playing one of the few plot we had on that Mac : a pinball plot. We had played this biz together before. So we already had our own rules made up : whenever the actor lost his ball, the other one had his turn to play. So we didn't have to hold back long for turns.

There were 3 of these typical Stanford White plastic beach chairs in front of the computer. He was sitting in the midriff one.

So I got seated next to my brother and while he was playing the secret plan, in the meanwhile I covertly had my hand in my pants. My tool was getting hard again. I thought he wouldn't notice anyway… but then he lost the game. He stood up, to produce room for me, I moved to his chair. I shot a new ball and then something strange happened. In stead of him taking the free chair next to me, he didn't sat down but walked around the tabular array into the dark. Because of the bright twinkle I couldn't see beyond the exhibit. At that breaker point I had the feeling he was up to something. Suddenly I heard him shuffling under the tabular array. I was already sitting on the edge of the chair and I felt his hand softly pulling on my waistband. I immediately knew what was going to happen ( and I realised that he must have seen me playing with my dick next to him ). So I lifted myself a bit up in the hot seat to make my pants slip over my ass and he pulled it right down onto my ankles.

His hand touched my hard dick and he started playing with it, softly pulling the foreskin up and down. Then I felt his ardent sassing engulfing the tip and he started swirling his tongue around. I was in paradise. This felt so soundly, the first meter being touched by somebody else. He kept going for some min and I felt my cum boiling and making its way through the jibe of my tool. I knew I was gon na blow my payload, right here right now. I wanted to give him a preindication that I was about to cum so I hit the spacebar to make the pinball biz 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 deal and on the floor.

No words were spoken. He came up from under the table, and just sat in the seat I made relinquish for him.

I knew I had to generate the favour. So when he started the game, I stood up, walked around the board and plunge under the table and he had his pants already down. I took his pecker into my sassing and started working on it like no tomorrow. I hadn't seen porn at that age ( this was in the'80, no net ), so I never learned how to suck in a cock but I just did it intuitively. After a curt while he used the same auditory sensation effect to harbinger his cumming, but I do wanted to taste his cum and I took it all in my mouth. What a thrill.

We never talked about it what happened… but it became a weekly habit. Like a silent mite, we understood when the fourth dimension was ripe to fool around.

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

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

eventide though I was older than him, he brought the low girl to our house and I got the chance to spy on him fucking her in his bedroom.

As the yr went by, the spying and experimenting with each former didn't happen anymore. It was indeed that phase angle that some boy 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 older.

I doubt he ever had sexual experiences with guy again, he turned out a very macho kinda guy.

Me on the contrary, I kept an open intellect and was sure that I wouldn't mind to try out Thomas More if it came along my path, although I always had heterosexual family relationship and only felt attracted to girls.

But that 's for another storey .