This the true tarradiddle of my first intimate coming upon with my younger brother. He's like 18 months youthful than me.

We grew up in a rather conservativist menage. My mom hated that friends would come over to our house, we weren't allowed to visit friends at their house as well so we spend the majority of our teenage years at home with no extraneous liaison, besides at school.

I discovered masturbation by stroke and even believed that I discovered something that nonentity knew. I had sexual Department of Education a few hebdomad before but of form they never told us about orgasms or how good it felt. So one Nox I was exploring myself by a bit with touching and discovered that I kinda feel nice to mimic that there was something around my prick. I was rubbing myself for a very long time, don't really know what to expect, but I kept on going because it somehow felt better and undecomposed, and then suddenly I came for the first time. What did just happen ?

From that day on, masturbation became a daily drug abuse.

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

On Fridays we had our weekly exhibitor. Yep, we only showered once a calendar week, to salvage pee mom said.

Anyway, one day I looked through the keyhole to spy on my brother coming out of the exhibitor. I was rummy and wanted to compare size or something. And I suddenly saw him playing with his shaft and started jerking off. Completely in different way I was doing it, but nevertheless with same results. The thrill of peeping, doing something naughty was probably the biggest fun. Now the unknown thing was that he did that like in the paragon viewing angle of the keyhole, I used to do it behind the shower curtain, which made me enquire if he did that on purpose. So to test my theory I dared to do it too in front of the viewing slant, and indeed I heard a tile crack and some shuffling randomness outside the bathroom threshold. So from that moment 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 meter later, on a schoolday evening I finished some homework and I heard my comrade playing plot on the computer. We had one of those early Apple Macintosh computers in the noodle. The attic was our playground, with books and toys etc.

That evening I was dressed as usual in my sweatpants, no underclothes. And like son in their early pubescence, most of the evening playing with my dick 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 Within of the data processor shined directly into his face.

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

There were 3 of these typical whiteness charge plate beach chairs in front of the reckoner. He was sitting in the middle one.

So I got seated next to my buddy and while he was playing the game, in the lag I covertly had my hand in my pant. My dick was getting hard again. I thought he wouldn't notice anyway… but then he lost the game. He stood up, to work elbow 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 table into the shadow. Because of the vivid light I couldn't see beyond the display. At that stage I had the feeling he was up to something. Suddenly I heard him shuffling under the table. I was already sitting on the bound of the chair and I felt his manus softly pulling on my waistband. I immediately knew what was going to take place ( and I realised that he must feature seen me playing with my dick adjacent to him ). So I lifted myself a bit up in the chair to take a shit my trouser slip over my ass and he pulled it right down onto my ankles.

His hand touched my hard gumshoe 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 natural language around. I was in paradise. This felt so good, the outset metre being touched by someone else. He kept going for some minutes and I felt my cum stewing and making its way through the shaft of my dick. I knew I was gon na blow my consignment, right here right now. I wanted to give him a polarity that I was about to cum so I hit the spacebar to make the pinball game go tilt. This was a recognisable sound so he would empathise that this meant that the game was over. He removed his mouth from my gumshoe and I came violently over his hand and on the floor.

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

I knew I had to return the party favour. So when he started the biz, I stood up, walked around the table and plunk under the table and he had his pants already down. I took his putz 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 in a dick but I just did it intuitively. After a abruptly while he used the same sound effect to herald 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 each week habit. Like a silent breath, we understood when the time was good to fool around.

And later it even happened in spacious day too, when our parents left the house for shopping, we sometimes just went nude to each others bedroom avoiding the need to put it in words.

But after a couplet months this matter disappeared, our involvement went Sir Thomas More to girls by then.

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

As the years went by, the spying and experimenting with each other didn't happen anymore. It was indeed that phase that some male child 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 cat again, he turned out a very butch kinda guy.

Me on the reverse, I kept an outdoors mind and was certain that I wouldn't mind to try out More if it came along my path, although I always had heterosexual person kinship and only felt attracted to girls.

But that 's for another story .