CHAPTER 13: LITTLE BROTHER

Mark (2010)

When I look back at my early sexual experimentation I'm struck most of all those feelings that were rolling around in my psyche like pin balls.  There was of course the smell of skin, sweat and cum that burst into my mind when I touch the memories. The sensation of silky skin and the strange noises we make naturally in our ecstasy. And that feeling in my lower stomach, the one that predated orgasm, that lingers all the way through arousal.  There was the feeling of doing something secret and profound.  I was to young not to believe that I was exploring new territory never yet experienced by other men.   There was the anticipation, the eager exploration and the honest horniness of being a teenager.   There was the fear of my secrets being exposed, and then the terrible numbing pain when my biggest secret was out to the school, hell, even to the town.  As the notion that I was "the guy with the little dick" crashed into me over and over like waves on the shore wearing away my armor, my self esteem failed.   If any of you have known depression, what it feels like to fall into the pit, and then knowing the pit is inside you.  It's like a dark freefall. 

When we were kids, before my parents had separated, they did a lot with us. We were always at the zoo, at the park, playing sports or, in my case, at the pool swimming and diving.  Mark went to the pool too, but he never really got the bug like I did.  At home we boys tossed the football in the backyard, but mostly we shot hoops in the driveway.  Mark played baseball too, so I played a lot of catch and participated in a lot batting practice too.  We weren't rich and that meant that ever since we were kids we'd share a room, especially after dad left.  Chuck, my older brother and I shared a room with a set of bunk beds and a twin bed. When he graduated high school and left, Mark ended up moving in with me and mom converted his room into a sewing room where she did alterations for people for extra money.

By that time mom was worked evening shifts.  She said we were old enough to be home alone and she said she trusted us to do the right thing.  Chuck used to be in charge at night, but since he was gone, Mom had switched to rotating the responsibility of which one of us was in charge from week to week.  This really pissed me off because I was the middle brother and thought that responsibility should fall to me.  But mom didn't play it that way, instead half the time she left Mark in charge.  It wasn't like he did anything overbearing when he was in charge, it just bothered me that he was!  Being in charge fit him well like a tailored glove.

It wasn't until a week into the set up that me and my brother really claimed the room for himself.  he wanted Chuck's twin bed, and I was already used to sleeping on the top bunk so it didn't really make that much difference to me.  Except later I think he saw claiming that bed as sort of a victory, an advancement into the alpha position Chuck had occupied.

We already shared a closet, so he didn't have to move anything really, just the clothes from his bureau so mom could use that for her sewing supplies.  We both didn't have a lot of clothes to put into the drawers and he had all his sports stuff on some racks because we had no closet.  I had a narrow shelf by the window with all my trophies on it.  Then we had our computer with bookshelves above it next to the door and our TV with our Nintendo. We'd have to turn the monitor off at night or the screen would beacon light at our bunks from the opposite wall. The set up was awesome and I thought it was just like old times. Mark though, started getting into the habit of dropping in exhaustion into the bed in his clothes and sleeping. We shared a bathroom, but i hadn't really seen his body until he moved in to share the room with me, and when he stripped down to his boxers to put on a pair of mesh shorts my eyes popped. I hadn't seen him like that, ever.  Practice and sports had transformed him from the skinny kid I thought him to be to a lean sinewy muscular youth.   He was my brother but I could feel my dick stirring when I saw more of his athletic body. He turned to the computer and plugged a cartridge into the Nintendo, eventually settling on Abadox.

I kept quiet, we'd been talking and hollering all week with each other and our mom as he moved in. We were finally just enjoying our shared space, each of us giving the other some privacy. I don't think he knew what he was doing to me though, I kept moving my eyes off the pages of a book I was reading and looking at his naked back.  He was slender, we're both naturally thin, but while I was a swimmer, he was playing basketball, baseball, and football.   A lot more bodybuilding type exercises than me. His trim waist expanded into broad shoulders with small bulges of developing muscle along his back bustling to his shoulders. His biceps popped on his slender arm and the creases of his abs kept his tan skin dancing. This aesthetic has since influenced my desires, lean and tanned men are my instant loves.   He didn't have any of the body hair that Chuck possessed.  He was smooth and tan.  Yu could tell he and I were brothers by our looks, fair haired Chuck was the one who looked different.   It was like that from then on, it was a treat for the eyes after I got over my fluttering for his body.

Looking back. we got along great for the most part, at least when we were at home, he was the tough prankster in the family, but I was the smart nice guy. True enough though, around his friends he treated me differently.  Mark was very competitive and it was critical to him that he be the alpha male.  I saw that tendency even when he was around his friends.  I think the way he saw Chuck treat me affected the way he thought of me and how he thought he should act toward me too.  Outside of our room we didn't bond so much, but we bonded through video gaming, movies and just joking around in our room. When no one else was around he didn't so much act like he was embarrassed to know me.  Without those we'd just talk about the logistics of chores or the room and we'd be on the Nintendo. Summer was turning out great. I was doing a lot of reading, video gaming, and the feelings buzzing through my body were making me giddy without popping into the sexual.  And then we went to my dad's place for a couple of weeks like he and mom had arranged while he was on vacation.

Dad hadn't move far, just one town over since his business was still where it had always been, he had to stay close.  He had moved back to  the home of his own childhood and was caring for his mother, now elderly.  When we were younger, we'd always be over climbing her tree, playing in a makeshift slip and slide or picking fruit from the trees. Now my dad lived there in a small room. Grandma had moved downstairs because she didn't climb stairs very well in those days. We got the guest room which was what used to be her bedroom. The only hitch during the visit was that we had only one bed, two nightstands, one drawer, an old TV (no game system) and a large closet. My Dad was guiding us the whole way, taking our clothes from our bag and putting them in the large empty drawers. We were going to be for a couple of weeks and then every other weekend. I kept staring at the bed, and the small TV on the drawer. I sighed and felt good about bringing my book. When my dad left, my brother sternly told me to stop complaining. I sighed again, of course he'd defend my dad.  He always did.

We spent the day playing Chinese checkers, cards and dominos with my grandmother until dinner then we were sent to sleep. Just like old times, except grandma didn't bathe us now. I showered up first, then got into bed with my book. The room was illuminated by the old lamps, I noticed the stuffy smell wasn't being ventilated by the fan nor our small window. Mark came back from the shower in his shorts, water still dripping from the edges of his dark hair down along his shoulders. He put his stuff away and he picked up the remote to turn on the TV.  I immediately sighed at the click of electricity and the blare of static edged voices. He found a crime drama and hopped into bed, hardly testing the old sturdy wooden bed. I turned to him, noticing the way his body stretched, the muscles and bones standing out against his skin and a substantial lump standing out against the meshing of his shorts. I had the chance to look closely at his upper thighs exposed by his posture, they were incredibly smooth and paler to the dark tan of his upper body.  he had grown a lot in the past two years.  I knew he had gotten taller, but there was more to it.  He no longer had a little boy's body, but the body of a teen athlete.  We boys had usually gone shirtless except when mom called us for dinner,  She was always pretty fastidious about us dressing for dinner.  But here at dad's place, we did it out of respect for grandma.  Honestly I don't think otherwise dad would have cared.

"This kinda sucks though," I said.

"Just deal with it," he replied, readjusting his posture so the leg closest to me was bent up and his body slightly turned away. Dad showed up like a specter at our door and told us to go to bed. A curfew just added to the list of things I could gripe about.

The next day was much the same with board games, but we all went to the park where my dad and Mark practiced together while I rode my bike around the park. There wasn't much else to do later so we played more games with our grandmother, retired to our rooms and were visited again on curfew. My brother slept the same way again, but the second day I saw a lump in his shorts when he woke up which he adjusted casually and ignored.

But from then on he still wore his shorts and lounged around the room. It was a treat, and I really came to appreciate the closeness growing between us as we bonded. I got to understand his personality a bit more sharing a room and a bed.  We had to talk with each other, there was no video game to distract.  Mark was a lot like my dad's side of the family, louder, good humored and bit like a friendly bulldozer. He was relentless. He had incredible drive and he didn't always remember some people could get hurt, physically or emotionally. I learned that I could say something to him, he'd understand it and follow through to the point that he'd go out of his way. There was respect growing between us and I admired him, I actually started sleeping shirtless just to be like him.  At home mom had always encouraged us to wear a pajamas or a t-shirt to bed. But Chuck had always slept shirtless and mom never said a word about it.  I always thought it was because of his more manly body and hairy chest, or maybe because he was the eldest son.  I was nervous to be outright copying Mark so I said nothing as I slipped off my shirt and climbed up into our bed.  When I woke up in the morning he was laying up against me, one arm wrapped around me.  Just like before.

Our fun there was connecting with family, playing games, hearing stories from our grandmother and going to the movies.  The house was so quiet, no humming electronics or music. There was a ticking somewhere making my sleeping difficult. The dark was so heavy, it would have scared me if I didn't have the sound of my brother's even breathing next to me. I thought again of his thighs, I knew he didn't have his underwear on from the imprint of it. My body flushed with heat from nowhere, leaving me feeling frustrated and anxious. I was missing something.

I was bleary eyed the next morning, I hadn't slept well. Mark got out of the tangles of the bed and walked to the drawers hoping his weight from side to side for a few steps. At the same time I noticed a tent appear in the leg of his shorts and shift upward by aid of his hand; there and gone in an instant. It took me longer to realize what I'd seen than it took for him to readjust his boner, but it finally hit me and I turned my eyes from him. I could feel my face flushing and my heart was picking up sending its pulse to my already hard dick. I just sighed and sat up in bed, I was so used to feeling my body like this and the snaps of tense desire inspired by the increasing casual displays of skin I hadn't  seen until recently. Skin that I was discovering meant a lot and I wanted to see more of. Mark took his things to the bathroom as I was getting out of bed with my shirt well over my hardness. I got dressed and went to the commotion in the kitchen for some of my grandma's cooking. We spent the rest of the time together with Dad and Grandma, and playing card games which made getting home almost a sensory overload.

My brother immediately raced me to the computer and won by force, I huffed up to my bunk and gathered my favorite distractions while also having the TV next to the computer showing something. It wasn't until the sun had set that he left the computer, taking his shirt off on the way to his bed. I considered crawling down, but I was already settled into bed and wasn't going to move except to get my shirt off and throw it over the edge. That's what I'd planned, but a smooth voice beneath asked if I wanted to play Donkey King.  I found myself climbing down pretty quick and heading toward the console to turn it on. A slap rang out and a sting ran up my back as my brother put a slap on my back.

"Bastard, you'll pay for that," I said.

"We'll see," he laughed.

We stayed up all night, I kept to my word by keeping even with him. He had always been a better player, but I'd been improving, and the games were so much better now that we were completing pretty evenly with each other. We didn't switch it off till the morning and we lazily walked to our beds, his hand on my shoulder. We said goodnight and I went to sleep happy as a clam that we were so close now. The next morning I woke up to the gloom and cool air that dominated the summer night as we neared the end of summer. I always woke up with a hard dick, which was annoying, but in my mind, after seeing Mark adjust his, utterly normal.  I moved it around and enjoyed the feeling. Then we lived out our usual summer day when I wasn't working at Dad's store, with lots of video games, reading and internet. I'd also get several hours alone while Mark was out in the built up heat of the day for ball practice.

Sometime that week, a harsh wind came cranking up the heat and dryness of the Rio Grande Valley. We didn't have air conditioning so I had a fan running in our room with the windows open. I played games all day shirtless in lose shorts with a water bottle near hands reach. Mark got home later in the afternoon, the heat still up even as the setting sun painted the sky orange. He came in huffing in his still sweat dampened shirt, it was one of the rare occasions I could smell metallic sweat and the dirt of the field on him. Right away he was out of his shirt after coming through the door, the muscles on his sides flexing over his ribs. He wasn't bothering with being quiet as he tossed his gear and clothes around the room. He was obviously tired today. I just kept playing, so used to him undressing. This time his rustling noises were lasting longer though, I hazarded a look back that dropped my jaw for a second, before I quickly looked away. I'd caught Mark as he was pulling up a fresh pair of boxers, his pale globes flexing with fine dark hair I didn't know could be there. I turned back to the TV moving my character automatically as I processed what I'd seen and desperately tried to get the right colors on the screen to see his reflection on the glass.

I flinched as he reached over from behind me to grab at my water bottle and chugged it down, water spilling down his chest. He sighed a soft, `damn' and went to the computer to stare at the screen then stare at the TV.  It didn't seem like he was going to do anything.

"Are you even playing?," he asked, realizing I was just walking around a town not doing anything.

"Yea, I'm questing," I lied.

He sighed and slumped off to his bed, immediately falling into deep shallow breaths with his legs not even on the bed. I breathed a sigh of relief, he was so innocent when he slept. I could play my game then and was absorbed for an hour or two, exploring a cave when he sat up quick like a snake making me jump in fear.

"Jesus," I yelped.

"Still playing," he said between chuckles.

He got up and headed to the kitchen where he prepared and ate a meal. It was late when he got back, hand on his belly and feeling satisfied. He sat again at the computer chair, legs apart and stared at my game play looking bored. It was nearly midnight and the house was quiet, he got up and turned the blinds then closed our door getting ready to go sleep for the night. I was getting a spot to save my game, because I knew the drill.

I was surprised when he asked if I wanted to play cards only because we were at our moms and not at our dads, though it wasn't strange that we were going to play cards.  I asked him where we'd play and we settled on my top bunk. It was cool to be in bed together with the ceiling just above our heads, it made things different. I asked him what we'd play to which he replied in a bored voice, poker, and I nodded. We'd learned from my grandpa how to play. He was shuffling the cards when he brought up a new rule that made me scared and thrilled.

"We should play strip poker," he said ad snickered.

I had played that before with Billy, "Where you bet your clothes... Uh," my brain stalled on the surprise, but I finally replied, "Okay...."

I immediately knew that we were at a disadvantage being shirtless, so I quickly to put on a t-shirt. He asked me to toss one over to him. In just a minute he was dressed and there were five cards for each other of us. We played against each other without handicaps. I wanted to win, but I kept short of Mark's wins. I lost a shirt first, which had my heart beating with nervousness. I won Mark's shirt next. Then he won my shorts. This wasn't going to be a long game, but the tension was high and drawing out the game for both of us. I paused a long time after the second round, counting and recounting the cards before accepting that I'd lost my shorts. I swallowed hard at the lump in my throat above my quivering heart. I couldn't stand in my bed so I leaned back balanced on my butt and pulled my shorts down my skinny legs then threw them off the edge of my bed.

My focus was split in three directions, winning, the fact I had to pee real bad, and on my hard dick. It was a mix of intense sensations, my dick was talking to me on two  levels. I felt that nervous tension of doing something I wouldn't want to be caught doing and the feeling of exploring something utterly unknown. We both sat cross legged, I had my cards more strategically in front of my crotch, but it was obvious through my tighty whiteys that I was hard and wet. I wasn't touching myself, but the heel of my foot was just at my crotch and it was enough to press against. The next hand I won, and I watched my brother take his shorts off, tossing them over the edge like nothing. He had boxers on which weren't tight and his dick was tenting them without shame. He focused on shuffling the cards, my dick was throbbing. When we had our cards I held them in front of me and was confident that they blocked his view. We were drawing cards when I got up in a panic. I got up and threw my legs over the edge of his twin bed, I looked at him just as my quick movement caught his attention and blurted, "I have to pee!" I managed to make it to the restroom shooting a load into my tighty whities before i even got there.  From the first day I first started to cum I have always shot a lot of juice, even as a teen, and the front of my underwear were pretty slimed up.  I was going to clean up a bit, but I could hear him calling me, "You Okay?"

"Yeah," I called back to him from the restroom and made my way back into our bedroom.

I sat on my knees in front of him on his twin bed where we had left our cards. He looked at the wet marks on my boxer briefs. His hand reached out quicker than I could react and pulled out the hem of my underwear revealing my still hard cock. I gaped at him and looked down, shocked again at the small slimy cock that he was looking at.

"Didn't pee, looks like you came, Two Strokes," he said with authority. I flinched when he let go and my underwear snapped back at me.  When I looked up at him with surprise all over my face, he said, "Yeah, Jimmy told me,  Billy called you that, right?"  And another tumbler fell into place as I suddenly realized that Billy must have told his brother everything.  Then the next tumbler fell, as I realized that Jimmy had to have told Chuck.  No wonder Chuck decided I was gay, or "a cocksucker" as he would say it.

"Uh, okay..."

He was collecting the cards when he mentioned I get a towel, clean myself up and get a fresh pair of underwear. I nodded and went to our door where our towels hung on hook to clean myself off. My underwear was still damp after running a towel over it. Mark was still sitting on his bed when I got to the drawer, which was pretty close to him.  I took our some boxers and changed near the bunk bed so he'd not see me completely. When I slid my tighty whities off I could feel him looking at me, but all i could do was turn my face so at least I didn't have to see him looking, or see his reaction.  I felt very subconscious.  It had been over a year since I had seen Mark with an erection, but from what I had seen, he's grown.  His package now exceeded mine.  That sort of took me back and I really didn't want to show him that I hadn't grown, especially after the fight we'd had a few months ago when he made me admit he was bigger.  A lot had happened between us before, but that was before, and now it was the first time I was naked head to toe with him in our room. I heard him moving in bed as I quickly started nodding off, the toll of gaming long hours catching up. I fell asleep listening to his breathing.

Next few days were business as usual with a small respite in the heat. After practice on Friday my brother came into the room still in his workout gear, put his stuff away and took off for a shower. Mom had left by the time he bustled into the room with water still dripping from his hair.

"Up for another round?"

"Huh?"

I was still adventuring in my game.

"Cards, you wanna play again?"

I looked around the brightly lit room and the wide open blinds like they were a crowd of spectators.

"Now?" I asked with my eyes wide.

"Yea, why not," he replied casually, cards already in hand. He settled into his bed and started shuffling. I reluctantly saved and shut off my game then walked over to his bed.

"Get the blinds, dummy."

I turned back and brought the room back to the familiar and magical dimness of last night. The house was just as quiet, only the birds and the whirring computer. I was nervous again, my small cock pulsed into rapid erection.

"Get us some socks," my brother demanded. He'd already dealt the cards and was arranging his hand. I sat down carefully in his bed, his sheets smelled strongly of him. I have always had a sensitive nose.  I got my cards and proceeded to play as well as I could. The socks were first to go, but they served well in extending the game giving me ample time to soften up downstairs and to appreciate Mark's tactics. I caught on to his tendency to bluff and won the first hand where one of us would have to strip. He sighed and got out of bed to strip his shirt off quickly, a vivid flashing ripple of muscle over his stretched torso was all the show he put on.

"I got this," he said while collecting the cards.

Despite that, I got the next round and he wasn't happy about it. He growled before getting out of bed, hooking his thumbs into his shorts and sliding them down to his thigh where they dropped down his legs and he kicked them off to the side. His hard dick moved around in his boxers while all this happened. It was mesmerizing and I stared unabashedly. I figured he had seen mine already, after all, even if i had turned my face so I didn't see him looking. He stood there a second longer to adjust himself then silently sat back down, all business. Mark never shied from a competition, he changed his play style and had me losing my shirt. I tried to square my shoulders, but while i had a good build I was still lacking the muscles my not so little brother now had. I sat back down and tried to recover the win, but I lost again. I got up and dropped my shorts, leaving both of us in seriously tented boxers. I covered my crotch briefly remembering that I'd always been shy... but no longer feeling so shy. My fingers came back touched with liquid. I sat back down, swallowing nervously, I was parched and my fingers were trembling slightly as I picked up the final hand.

Mark was arranging his cards quietly, seriousness in his brown eyes. My eyes lingered on all the light brown skin available to me. I had a strong pair that I tapped with my fingers, certain they'd afford me his last stitch. But, I ended up gaping slack jawed at his two sets of pairs. He was grinning like a devil from the pure satisfaction of winning before he switched back into the moment.

"Well?!"

"Really, Mark?"

"Yea, for real. You played and lost, pay up."

I sat there some long seconds before getting out of the bed and turning towards him. He wasn't fully facing me, his posture half-interested, but his eyes were on me. I felt so nervous I could have easily started crying, my hands trembled as I grabbed my boxers and pulled them down my thighs, letting them fall as I cupped my balls, eliciting one stern, `no' from Mark. I dropped my hands and quickly sat back down avoiding looking at him.

"So, how long do I need to be naked."

"Until we finish the game, " he said, then added, "if you wanna keep playing."

"Not really," I said quietly.

"Well, uh, okay," Mark said with a slightly disappointed tone.

I was getting up to put my boxers back on when he asked, "So you wanna jack off?"

I paused at the edge of the bed, my legs apart ready to stand and my small pud actually bouncing a little as it throbbed without shame.

"Yeah..."

"I did it last time we played cards."

"What!? When?"

A smile crossed Mark's face as I'd shed my self-consciousness and gotten closer to hear his answer, my dick just as eager.

"After the game, you fell asleep."

It dawned on me then.

"Yeah... so, how often do you do it?" he challenged.

I stared at him, then he began to rummage near the edge of his bed and threw a little towel at me.

"Use that later, it's a cum rag."  He kept it in the same place Chuck had kept his which made me wonder.  I remembered then that the night he had jerked me off, that night over a year ago, he'd known right where it was.

"Okay," I said while stalling, holding the unknown towel for a bit until my brother sighed again.

"So make a fist and go up and down," he said accompanied with the motion

I suddenly understood so much more in that instant, I couldn't help smiling as I said, "Oh."

"In front of you?"

He sighed again, like it was a big bother, lifted his legs and slid off his boxers casually releasing his bigger dick.   It still wasn't as big as Chuck's. buy it was at least an inch or two longer than mine.  He snatched the towel away from my limp fingers while I was distracted by his cock, balls and pubes. It was so symmetrical and set neatly between his legs that it was artistically beautiful. His cock was cut, like Chuck, with a strong muscle showing down the middle from his head, his skin darker on his balls. It was like a smaller twin to Chuck's dick which I knew well.  The longer I stared the more i realized that he had grown a lot while I hadn't. His glans was exposed and purplish pink. His pubes were dark, curly and thick, but not long and the edges of his pubes immediately turned to smooth tan skin except for a light trail leading halfway up to his belly button. His balls were visible against the skin of his sack, hanging uneven and just far enough to swing slightly. Then his fist entered my vision, moving over his cock, changing the look of his circumcised cock as his skin moved. He jerked smoothly for a few seconds, imprinting several techniques into my head before he flicked up and stopped.

"Here's the deal. We're sharing a room now and we're not kids anymore. I'm horny and I don't have my own room anymore. Besides I haven't forgotten that it was you who taught me how to jerk off, and even gave me my first blow job, even if you have forgotten it.   Not sure why you're all shy about this now.  So you can do it with me or you can do it by yourself, but I'm just going to be doing it when I need to--just so you know."

He sat back into his pillows and started in on his dick again, his fist wrapped more tightly around his cock.   I was in shock, not only at what he was doing, but at what he had said.

"Oh, and get your own cum rag," he advised as he tossed a dirty towel over to me. 

His legs spread a little wider, the tips of toes pushing against his blanket at the same time his balls actually moved in his sack. At that point, my only problem was finding a comfortable spot like my brother. After spreading the towel out between my legs, I grabbed my dick and brought one of my legs up onto his bed, bending it so the heel was near my balls. I started jerking away, my hand of its own volition moving along my dick to make it tingle in pleasure. I was considering moving farther into his bed, but my abs suddenly contracted and a desperation moved from my gut to the tip of my dick, pleasure washing through me, burning, close to pain. I only made is a couple of strokes before I exploded, my ears tingled and I closed my eyes as my body shuddered, my cock still spurting. I was moving my hand slowly now, it hurt to go fast, but felt so good going slow as a trickle still pushed through my tip. My breath was coming out ragged.  Then lava erupted through and out of me, shooting all over my upper body.

"Damn, Two Strokes, you always come so quick?" he joked then added.  "You're on my bed.  Better clean it up," he started, "or do you still eat it?"

It was like he knew everything about me, and he was right.

I tried to contain my surprise and looked down.  My teen spirit had splattered everywhere. It was on my chin, neck, lots on my chest and abs, and only a little on the towel between my legs. Some of the watery bits were quickly running down my sides, so I began to wipe at the runnels first.

He was furiously pumping his cock, a sheen of sweat on his skin made him radiant and exotic, so many muscles twitching on his body. His abs would tighten on the front and the sides, his right pec would flex with his arm, his shoulders, his thighs would tighten and move side to side as his toes curled. It seeded a deep image in my mind of what beauty in men is. He added to his motions a nod of his head, "Yeah."

I had eaten my cum before lots of times, but I hadn't done it in front of anyone.  Chuck never wanted to see me jerk off, so I had usually waited until he was asleep of gone to the restroom to do my dirty work.  But I had always eaten it.  I took a finger to pinch at the liquid on my belly. It wasn't working until I scooped at it slightly. The scent of the gob on my chin was beginning to reach me which gave me pause, but I quickly licked at my fingers and sucked my teen spirit into my mouth. The flavor was mostly watery, sweet and somewhere a little salty--pretty different from Chuck's and even different that Billy's. It wasn't bad, it didn't taste like it smelled. I heard a prolonged groan from Mark's spot in bed and turned to watch as his face scrunched like he was in pain, his body stiffened up and his fist was moving the slowest I'd seen it. It moved down, the thumb tense in a crooked thumbs up, and then up just as slow, his thumb just grazing his head when a whoosh of air left his lungs leaving his chest and abs flat for a pummeling of cum that shot from his cock.

Mark's first volley was a wet string flung past his abs and chest, a clear comet tail collecting in the V of his tensed neck muscles. A second landed on his left shoulder and down his chest.  Then another hit his chest, at the sternum and another at his pecs. Stark white cum against his tanned skin shot again in the striations of his abs, clear runnels immediately trailing down his sides. One shot into his belly button and another last ditch effort spurted and fill onto his hand and pubes. He was smiling and laying still, pulling in happy breaths and exuding contentedness.

"Fuck," escaped my lips, little else crossing my mind absorbing what I'd seen.  My little brother, still thirteen, had shot at least as much as I had.   Things had certainly changed.  i was confronted with the fact that he had developmentally not only caught up with me, but surpassed me. 

His smile widened like he was reading my mind, or maybe just my expression, a tongue darted across his lips and he began laughing. It was infectious enough to make me chuckle, but I couldn't comprehend what he was laughing about.

"Whew," he finally exclaimed, "That was a long time coming. Toss me my rag."

He cleaned up quickly, then he got dressed. I quickly copied him not wanting to be the only naked one. He said goodnight and settled into bed. I repeated it and climbed up my stairs, tired and happy.

There was no aftermath the next morning, Mark got out of bed groggy eyed and yawning. Of course tented. I watched curiously from my bed, he undressed all the way and got dressed.  He watched me get dressed and smiled at me, but said nothing.  Later that night nothing awesome happened again, despite my tense anticipation and obvious glances from the TV.  Just after lights out I heard him rustling about then the familiar flapping sound of skin started a rhythm that accelerated and was soon accompanied by his erotic breaths and moans. I couldn't help but join in with the tension I'd built all day. It was over a lot quicker for me, his mounting moans fooled me into thinking he was close, but he somehow kept going. I was on my elbows looking over at him from my bunk, annoyed at myself feeling the cum on my smooth chest tickle me as it slid around. I listened to him cumming, moans tightly controlled and I could imagine his body tensing from the sound of his sheets scraping. He rustled about cleaning up.   I had never used  cum rage because I was so used to eating my own ejaculate, and i had been jerking off in the bathroom mostly since Chuck objected to me doing it in his presence.

After a few more days of the same routine, our weekend at my Dads came on ----and zilch. I thought we'd do something, but even I felt less horny knowing our grandmother was right beneath us. Oh, not to mention the dusty smell and the thinnest walls ever. It gave me the opportunity to think some more though. I began to realize it was a fluke, an experience of a lifetime, and I wondered about what he was thinking to begin with. In my mind he wasn't gay, not even a nude exhibitionist or even curious. He was just matter of fact about sex. 

I couldn't come up with anything so I settled on focusing on the result of our shared jack off lesson as the motive. It made most sense, he shared something that I needed to know, but like he'd said, he benefitted from me knowing because he could be more open. In the end, we were just more brotherly. If anything, our room had become like a locker room with some caution because our mom could walk in. Seeing more of Mark inspired me to work out more, so I jogged and did pushups with sit-ups. I never noticed, but our mom complained of our room smelling especially during the summer. August was cooler and closer to September when we'd go back to school. I was set on starting us a weightlifting routine for physical education and athletics.

At our dad's house, toward the end of summer vacation, I'd earned some macho points approval from my dad on choosing to weight train the coming year and he reminded me that he still expected good grades from me. It was family time as usual over at dad's, but out of no where, Mark instigated a third round between us. Again, it was a freaking hot day, just dry and uncomfortable. The fans were spinning, the windows were open and the covers were off. We'd both been tossing and turning before we finally fell asleep. This night Mark had closed the door and undressed to his shorts. It was smart, and I did the same sleeping in the open air.

It was dark and the house was quiet when I was woken up. The room was still warm, but I could feel some cool air from the window wafting in. I closed my eyes and tried to sleep again when Mark sucked in a shallow breath and moaned sleepily. I'm a light sleeper and if David started developing a snore I'd be in trouble. He moaned again, a little louder and more erotically. Hearing him like that, so close to me, made me more frustrated than turned on, because I knew nothing was going to happen especially here at grandma's house. Of course, I was hard and trying to grow cat eyes to see him a bit more. He moved and moaned again, the sound of his skin over the sheets was so sensuous, but the guy was getting too loud and I really contemplated waking him and telling him he was dreaming. But he surprised by moving out of the blue, he rustled in the bed and I could see the silhouette of his waistband stretch up as he fished around. He sighed and then I heard a snap of skin that made me flinch in immediate recognition. Then his waist band was dropped. I could guess that his cock had grown into the pant leg of his shorts and he'd fished it out letting it go to slap his belly.

I would later figure out that Mark's big trigger was hot weather, he never went a hot day with jacking off.

"Hey," he whispered, immediately halting my train of thought. Already, I knew we weren't going to get any sleep and I was wondering what we'd end up watching on the TV this late.

"Yeah," I replied, my tone answering the unasked question if I was awake or not.

"Hmm," he acknowledged. "Wanna play a game?"

"Agh... what game?" I asked, annoyed that he even brought it up because we didn't have any video games here.

"Cards."

Bam, my heart started beating faster and I felt my skin flush as my nerves tickled with the realization that we were about to have an adventure somewhere where it was riskier and we could get in so much trouble. I had to gulp before I could answer.

"Yea... okay. But the cards are in the kitchen."

"Game's truth or dare," he said with seriousness.

"Oh," I replied without hiding my disappointment. I remembered my games with Billy that went right past the edge of my comfort zone.  Besides the stuff I had done with Billy I couldn't see myself doing with Mark.

"Yeah... decide now if you're in or you're out," he continued with the same seriousness and a hint of challenge.

I stared at him with huge eyes, then asked shyly, "What happens if you don't do a dare."

"Okay," he said patiently, "first dare is Rock-Paper-Scissors, loser goes to the kitchen naked to get the cards. After that, you can pass but you get a punch to the gut. Pass again and you get a nut punch. Pass a third time..." he barely paused, but I knew he was making this as he went along and it impressed me, "you get pissed on."

"What?!"

"Don't pass a third time."

"Uhhh..." I vacillated, really trying to buy time to think of the best way to back out of this, but he cut me off.

"Well?"

"Okay," I agreed reluctantly.

And the game was on.

Mark put out his fist and waited for me. We pumped our fists three times and put our bets. I went paper last second, and he kept his fist in rock. He sucked his teeth and dropped trou, his boner half-chubbed and swinging. I was relieved it wasn't me, but couldn't savor it because I knew more and possibly worse was to come. He walked past me and turned the lights off before opening the door. He stood there for a little bit before sneaking into the kitchen. A lot relied on him being quiet because the street lights were penetrating through the curtains and illuminated his form, making the oil on the skin highlight the curves of his frame glow. I heard the stairs creak once and then could just barely make out the sound of the drawer in the kitchen opening. I saw him returning quicker than he'd set off and I thought for a second we were caught. I backed up into the bedroom and he quickly entered, slowly closing the door. He snapped the lights back on and put his shorts back on, covering his flaccid cock much smaller than when he had first headed down the stairs.

Cards in hand, he shuffled them once in an arch making a racket, then he just mixed them in his hand as he began to explain the card rules.

"We each pull a card, face card mean you get a Dare, everything else is a Truth question."

He pulled a final card but instead of mixing it, he showed it up. He pulled first with an 10. My heart fell at his high number, but I pulled from the deck. It fell further when I showed a 2.

"Have you ever gotten caught jerking off?" he asked slyly, "and if you have, tell the story," already sounding like he had a trap set up.  And he had.  He knew full well that I had.

"Yeah about a year ago.  I came home and no one was here, so I went upstairs to my room and was laying on the bottom bunk.  i stripped off my clothes and had my walkman going.  My eyes were closed and I was going for it.  So i didn't hear when Mom walked in.  About the time I felt that weird feeling like you are being watched, i was shooting my load.  So I opened my eyes to see her watching me unload.  She got this look on her face like she had bitten into something sour and ran out of the room.  A couple of hours later Dad was here giving me  talk about self abuse.

"Yeah," Mark laughed, "I remember."

We drew cards and this time Mark lost the hand.  No face cards. 

I asked him, "So how often do you jack off?"

He looked at me without embarrassment, "at least once a day, sometimes two or three times, depends on how horny I am."

Another draw and Mark lost again.  Still no face cards. 

I asked him, "So have you ever jacked off with anyone?"

He looked at me again without embarrassment, "Ray, and Larry once, and you, but you remember."  Ray was his best friend, a pretty nice guy.  Larry was our cousin who took me to some martial arts classes for a while.

Next round I pulled a three of clubs, he pulled a Queen of Diamonds.  Without a pause he dared me to go open the drawer naked and bring something back. It was devious, he was evening the field and I couldn't argue against that. It wouldn't make sense to get a punch for that. I was scared he'd woken up my grandma and she'd be up just in time to catch me, but not him. My dick was soft again, it was more than soft, it had retracted inside me,  scared just as much as I was. I slipped my shorts off, a little embarrassed my current dickless state. I quickly turned the lamp off and cracked open the door to listen and adjust my eyes to the light. I took longer than Mark had, but I was used to being sneaky and moved quickly into the kitchen. My heart was beating a mile a minute and my back felt like it had a crosshair on it. I opened the drawer slowly with trembling fingers, feeling the pressure and exhilaration of being naked somewhere I shouldn't be. I felt around and got a pen, closing the drawer slowly I spun and sneaked back to the bathroom. Mark was waiting at the door and we both were behind it in an instant. The lights came on and I breathed a deep sigh, far from calming down, but feeling safe and excited, sweating even. It took me a second to realize I was still naked, my nerves had grasped me so hard.

I dressed quickly and stood in front of David already in the middle of the bathroom with the cards. He offered the deck to me and I pulled, still holding the marker. A freaking 4. Mark pulled a King.

"I dare you to let me draw something on you."

"Okay...."

I reluctantly handed the green marker to him, and he toyed with it as he considered his canvass. He sprang forward when he had his idea and gripped my shoulder as I squirmed under the tip of the marker around my nipple. Then the other nipple, at which point I looked down and saw a star around my nipple, another forming on the other. I thought he'd finished, but he then drew a heart over my heart, then started to write something underneath to the belly button which made my squirm.  He wrote "Good things come in small packages" and drew an arrow pointing down.

"There," he said, admiring his work. Not a bad dare, I thought.

He grabbed the cards and we drew again. 5 of diamonds and Jack of Hearts, my win.

"I dare you to put toothpaste on your dick."

"Okay," he said, turning to the sink and lowering his shorts to his thighs. He got the toothpaste and put a line of paste on his soft dick while holding it up. He clicked it shut and made circles in the paste with a finger, spreading it just a little bit.

"Oh shit.." He flinched, and pushed himself over the sink to wash the paste off. I watched wide eyed, I knew it'd tingle, but he was panicked as he washed it all off. He toweled himself clean and returned shaking his head to pick up the deck again.

"Next draw."

I pulled first, 5, he got an 8.  He sighed at me having avoiding his immediate revenge.

"Were you in love with Billy?" his eyes narrowed.  Once again I had to actively work to control my reaction to his question.  I knew Jimmy had told him Billy and I were having sex, I mean hell, he even knew about Billy nicknaming me "Two Strokes".  I could take another punch, but zzi really didn't want to position myself to get a nut punch after that.  i decided he already knew everything about it anyway, or at least whatever Jimmy told him.  He just didn't know my side of the story.

"Yea...."

"I figured."

He drew a seven and I drew another five.

"So are you gay?" he asked, "Do you like boys like Chuck says?"

I know I blushed, because I could feel the heat rising up in my chest and neck and face.   Mark watched me blushing and laughed, "You are red as a beet!"

"I like girls," I started, starting to lie, and trying to figure out how to tell the truth without actually coming out to my brother, worried about how he might react, "but," I then added drifting off, "I like boys too."

"Yeah," he said matter of fact, "that's what I thought." he said, then finished with, "Me too." which left me thinking he was a little young to have already defined himself as bisexual.  We drew and I lost the next hand too.

"So how many guys have you had sex with?" he asked. "I mean how many dicks have you sucked?"  I wondered if he realized those were two different questions.

"Five"

"Who?" he asked

"Just one question," I replied defensively.

"Fine, draw."

I got a 2 and he got a 3.

He smiled and asked again, "Who?"

"Mark Robinson, Chuck, Billy, a guy named Hector, and, um, well you."

He smiled and held out the cards again.  I drew a 5 and he pulled a 2 this time.

"How about you?  Have you jacked off or sucked or had sex with anyone yet?"

He laughed and shook his head, "Just you, little bro."

It was the very first time he called me that, and it came out so easily i almost didn't notice.   Almost.

I got a 9, he got a Jack. I was so sure I had him... and I took a moment to weigh my choices as he looked at me patiently, a slight smirk on his face.

"I dare you to put toothpaste on your dick.  But you have to rub it under your foreskin."

"Pass," I said without considering it. I had tried to masturbate with toothpaste once and my dick smoldered like burning alcohol.  He moved quicker than I thought and socked me in the stomach, causing me to exhale my lungs and fall slowly to my knees. It took me a minute to compose myself, ample time to let the rules sink in.

He put the cards in my face again, I took time to look at them and his long tan fingers. I pulled a queen and he pulled a 10.

"I dare you to play the rest of the game naked," I said, not holding back.

"Pshh," he said, throwing off his shorts like nothing and putting the deck forward.

I drew quickly, a little mad at him and showed a 6. He showed a King of Clubs, triumph naked on his face. This was a battle now.

He leaned back a little as he thought, glancing around.

"I dare you... to get in the shower and pee on yourself."

I didn't even say anything, it was better than getting punched in the balls. I got naked and stood in the bathtub relaxing my muscle and waiting for my hard on to get soft enough so I could pee.  Finally a stream finally formed. I moved my dick down to hit my legs and feet with my own hot piss.

"On your chest," he commented, it didn't cross my mind to argue, I just pointed my dick up and watched my pee make a mess on my arms, hands and finally chest. The warmth and smell lingered after the pee ran down my body. When I didn't have anything left I leaned forward to turn the switch of the shower.

"What are you doing?!"

"What..."

"You can't take a shower, you'll wake everybody up," he said as I stared at him like he'd spoken Chinese. He looked around and grabbed a hand towel then soaked it in warm water from the faucet.

"Here," he said, handing it to me. I took it quietly and wiped my body down feeling tricked into being naked because I didn't want to get dressed until I showered.

David shuffled the deck and drew a card from the middle, he showed me the 3 card before he offered the deck to me. I interrupted my wipe down and drew just knowing I was going to get the next turn. Queen of Spades.

I looked at his dick still impressive for being soft. It was just long enough to dangle and swing, but it had enough heft to look manly. His hard dick is so much more impressive. I looked him in the face for his dare.

"I dare you to stand outside the back door until you make your dick hard then you can come back in."

"Whoa." he said, looking impressed and shifting his weight as he thought about it. I was disappointed, I didn't think I'd be able to punch him as hard as he did me. But he said okay and spun around, flicking the lights and leaving me in the dark as he took up the dare. I slipped on some shorts and followed him as he went downstairs and stalled at the back door.  The lock made so much noise and the door creaked loudly as he opened it.  He stepped outside. The moon was almost full and so it was pretty bright, leaving the backyard shadowy but well lit.  You could see without a flashlight.

I got a little nervous as the time seemed to stretch out in the night, but it took no more than 2-3 minutes for the door to open slowly.   We ran back upstairs quietly as we could back into our bedroom.  The light snapped on to reveal the lean figure of my brother with a hard-on jutting upwards. He turned his back on me to close the door and I appreciated the honey skin of his back to the lighter shade on his ass and then darker after his thighs. His back was sleek from broad shoulders to trim waist, down to a bubble butt pert with muscle and his slim legs tight with forming muscle. He turned back around and sauntered to the cards on the sink, my eyes couldn't keep off his hard dick, it was day and night different from soft. The shaft was solid, hardly moving except to bounce regularly to his heart beat, the muscle running down it was taught and visible. His head was smooth and ample, the skin on his shaft stretched like thin silk over the muscle of his dick. I slipped off my shorts now that we were back in the room.  He offered me the deck and my eyes flitted between the two. He drew first as I hesitated, a King, and I followed him with another 3.

I watched Mark straighten his posture, his dick pushing out from his hips, he gently moved his fist up and down hi shaft then ran a finger over the moist tip. His dick had a habit of leaking pre-cum in one or two spurts, he collected a substantial gob  with his finger and brought it up to my face trailing a long strand that broke in the air and swung onto my chest.

"I dare you to lick my finger."

I stared at him in the face, he was barely smirking, but it kept him from having a neutral face. This was a big dare. I hesitated and tried to read him, his dark short hair, neat eyebrows, brown eyes, full lips and inviting honey skin... all open and honest, invested in the challenge of the game. I wasn't scared of the dare, I was scared of what he'd think, and what he could do later. But I inched closer, his lips twitched wider. I hesitated just shy of his finger then I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and moved my mouth over his finger. I gently wrapped my lips and enveloped his finger then applied some suction. I was hard as a rock.  He moved his finger around rather un-erotically then pulled his finger out and dropped it down to push my little dick down and let it snap back against my belly. I gasped and flinched.

"Last three draws then we're done." He announced, sounding rather bored, which I knew he was not.

"What if we dare something that lasts more than a day..." I inquired, I'd been wondering if I could extend this longer.

"Hmm--okay, one week tops," he said leaning against the sink, shuffle the deck again.

He stopped and announced, "Sudden death match. Go," putting the deck out for me. I pulled, revealing an 8 in my shaky hand. He pulled, showed a King. He looked me in the eye.  He crossed his arms, nodding his head as he thought and let his eyes drift around the bathroom. He was facing me and I watched his dick float down as it softened. He started speaking and I looked up at him.

"Starting now, here and at home, you can't jack off without asking me first.  I get to decided when you do it, if you do it, and how you do it. You have to do for one week, then you're free," he finished looking at me crossing his arms behind his head what i recognized as a sign of relaxed authority.

"Okay. I accept."

"Good,"  He said.  Then announced, "We're in sudden death, so the next draw counts as five questions or a dare lasting two weeks."

He didn't say anything else, he got off the sink and offered the cards again. His dick was limp, but chubby from having been hard. I pulled an Jack and Mark pulled a 2.

"I dare you to sleep naked for two weeks," I said brightly.

"Sure."

"Wait..."  I started trying to think of a way to make the dare more challenging.

"No, you already said it," he cut in quickly.

"Okay... but I didn't finish," he arched an eyebrow but didn't interrupt me, "you have to have a boner when you go to bed and when you wake up."

"Oh...," he said, turning his head up to consider it.

"Yea... okay, yea! You're on then."

He shuffled the cards again to freshen the pack.  "Okay, whatever happens, this is the last one so make it count.  Since we are in Sudden death, this one can be a dare for up to one month!  It's got to be a really good one."  he said seriously.

He let me draw first, a 9. He blew on his fingers before drawing and drew another queen. In showmanship, he hopped on his feet like the floor was burning.

"You know the drill," he said settled down.

"For the next month," he crossed his arms and posed with his legs apart.  "You don't get to cum unless you get me off first.  Like you did before," he continued,  then added, "I loved it." I dropped my jaw at him. My choices were to take a nut shot or make him cum if I wanted to cum.

"Fine."

He smiled broadly, and went back to the bed, where he sat down and leaned back on his elbows.  As he spread his legs apart, he said "Kneel down," then added "Let's get started."

I knelt down on the floor of the guest room positioning myself between Billy's legs.  His legs stretched out on either side of me sporting supported  super-defined calves covered with fine dark hairs.  I was almost afraid to look directly at his cock, which was now only inches from my face, and instead found myself focusing on his treasure trail.  He had a few downy hairs around his navel and a trail stretching up from his pubes, but the trail hadn't connected yet.  My heart was beating faster and my temperature increased.   I could feel that same blush as before, creeping across my chest and next, and moving up my face.  Then I took a breath and reached forward and gently grabbed and squeezed Mark's balls and he moaned.

Then I leaned forward and drew my tongue up the underside of his penis, starting at the base and licking all the way along Mark's shaft up towards the tip.  I took the head of his cock between my lips as his curved shaft slid into my mouth, and I could taste him. Up close i knew he had more than an inch, maybe two, on me.  The boy had grown a lot since the last time I had done this.   As I started to suck in earnest, I could tell from the way he reacted that Mark was lost in a new wave of pleasure. Mark groaned as my mouth slid back down his shaft.

I slid my hand up and down Mark's stiff shaft as I concentrated on his head with my tongue.  he wasn't quite as big as Chuck yet, but aside from length, in every other way his dick was a twin to my older brother.  By the time he was Chuck's age, they would be perfect twins.  Maybe there is such a thing as a "family cock" like I had read.  I wished mine were like theirs.  Then Mark started breathing more deeply, and I felt his body begin to tense a little.  When I drew him in I could feel Mark's dark pubic hair on my face, tickling his nose.  The smell of him was powerful and musky.

Mark sighed and gave himself over to the surge of feelings that coursed through him as I picked up speed. He moaned softly again and placed his hand on the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair and urging me on.  I bathed  Mark's dick with my tongue, taking it further into my mouth and began to suck, very gently at first, slowly increasing the tempo.  Mark's fingers began to twine into my hair, to twist and pull as climax neared.  He leaned back and pushed more and more of his cock deeper into my mouth until he reached the entrance to my throat.  He was so much bigger than before, that idea kept spinning through my thoughts.  I concentrated on his head while my fingers worked the base of his shaft until he started actively thrusting into my mouth.  Mark withdrew a little bit, as he learned forward, grabbed my head just like the guy in the theater had done to his friend, and thrusted his shank powerfully into my mouth.  I started to taste a slightly salty sap seeping out of the end of his dick in an endless stream, substantially more than the last time.  Then Mark started to get a little forceful, sliding his cock all the way in and out of my mouth. This boy was now a man and he filled my entire mouth, even touched the entrance to my throat.  I opened my jaws wider to avoid scraping his shaft with my teeth.  He had a serious look on his face, as his nostrils flared slightly. I felt his penis grow even more rigid in my mouth and began working my fingers up and down the base of his rod as I sucked.  A copious amount of boy juice was leaking from the tip of Mark's dick. There was so much of it that I wondered if Mark had already discretely exploded in my mouth already.  Then his dick then got noticeably harder and fatter and the skin on his balls tightened as they drew up.

His moans took on an urgency and he writhed and I realized he was on the edge of explosion.  His eyes opened wide and he gasped out, "Oh, fuck," and I felt Mark's body shudder and tense, felt his balls tighten, and then Mark was convulsing in pleasure. Mark's inhaled sharply, his body clenched and his hips bucked upwards as his cock start to pulse and surge in my mouth.  Panted for breath, Mark tried to pull me head hard down to the base of his engorged shank as he came.  I leaned in, buried his cock in my mouth and throat as deeply as it could go. Mark grunted and his cock spewed a hot salty flood into my gullet.  I swallowed and Mark spurted again. I could feel his shots--solid and hard, massive and liquid.  Mark's muscles were trembling.  A sound somewhere between a groan of pleasure and a scream of dismay broke through Mark's locked teeth.  Each time Mark spurted, I struggled to swallow.  There was just so much of it.  More than Billy. More than Hector.

Huge blasts of thick, syrupy teen spirit caught in the back of my throat.  It felt like he had shot a quart of cum into me, but Mark just kept pumping more cum into my mouth. It took several big gulps to get it all down, when all of a sudden the aftertaste of his cum filled me mouth. And I liked it!  The thought of swallowing his seed somehow made me feel like we had come full circle." I started to pull my mouth off of his dick, but he said, "No, keep going, ' and so I did.  I went on slowly, my mouth still filled with the taste of him.  his cum tasted, well, just like our older brothers seed. Hi erection never flagged as I continued, picking up the pace, and a few minutes later Mark moaned again and I felt Mark's body tremble and go rigid, felt his balls tighten again, as he fired another load of spunk into my mouth. 

"Wow!" I exclaimed, breathless and looking up at Mark, still swallowing the vestiges of his seed in my mouth.

"That was awesome Little Bro," he exclaimed.  

And I knew then, for sure, that somehow my status as middle brother had changed: that I was now, at least in his mind, his little brother.

Author's Note: As you read these chapters, please leave comments.  I would truly appreciate your feedback.