Where it happened: our room
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
So thank you for reading the rest of my story, if you haven’t read Brothers I, it should be up.
So, we last heard about me twelve and Hunter, eight: the year is 1992, and I, Ian, had just hit puberty and Hunter wasn’t so jealous anymore after I assured him he would get his chance soon enough and to enjoy his childhood while he could. But that still didn’t stop him from acting big and admiring my pubic are and asking me a thousand questions. Sure it was annoying, but I didn’t mind it so much.
One fall night , around thanksgiving, we were both in bed, I had left my underwear on – I hardly do that especially after I discovered masturbation. Hunter left his on most of the time, but sometimes during the night I would be awake and he would moan and role over and push the top bunk in a bit, and next thing I knew I saw a pair of briefs fall to the floor followed by instant snoring. I’d just smile and think of how he wanted to be like me while I tried to fall asleep. But that one night – almost 11:30, after he dropped his briefs, I couldn’t fall to sleep because that night it got me hard for some reason, so I pealed my boxers off as quietly as possible and started to masturbate. I guess I wasn’t quiet enough because Hunter woke up and asked me in his sleepy voice if I was ok. I assured him I was. “Are you sick?” “No,” I said. “Go back to sleep.” I was kind of in charge of him if Daddy wasn’t around – I had that responsibility as long as I didn’t abuse it, and everybody was ok with that, especially Hunter. “I can’t sleep.” “What’s wrong?” I asked him. “Did I wake you?” “Yeah.” “Sorry, Little Brother.” “It’s ok. Are you sure you’re alright:? I can get Daddy or Mommy…:” I was trying hard not to laugh. “I’m fine, Little Brother.” Then it was as if something came over me – like a spark of geniusness – “Hey, Hunter?” “Yeah?” “Wanna come down and I’ll tell you what I was doing?” “Sure!” His voice perked up, but we still were trying to keep it down – even though our parents bedroom was down stairs, we still tried to respect the fact that it was almost midnight.
He came down fast and plotted right next to me and I sat up with him. I told him that I was masturbating and how I did it (between the sheets and my stomach. I find that more effective for me then the regular way – of course I showed him every possible way.) I let him feel my boner and explain what all a penis does and can do – as far as what all I knew, which was almost everything. Dad told him a few simple things, but I was proud of the fact that I told him everything that mattered to a boy -especially sexually. Before I really knew what was going on, Hunter was giving me my first hand job. I just leaned back and let him do it while I moaned quietly in pleasure. I didn’t care if it was a boy, I loved it. He asked me if I was hurting because of the moaning, and I assured him that it felt wonderful and he was not hurting me, but he was doing everything right, which gave him more confidence which made the hand job even that much better! It didn’t take long to come all over his hand and my lap. I even talked him into licking it clean. He seemed to love the whole experience – I know I did. We ended up sleeping the rest of the night – nude – in my bottom bunk, waking up and going about our Saturday as if nothing happened. I did promise him, however, that I would do the same for him after he turned twelve.
After that night, however, I didn’t have any trouble getting off: anytime we were bored or I was horny, or upset, he would come in and ask if I needed a hand job. I rarely turned him down. of course, in 1996, on the night of his twelfth birthday, I did what I promised and gave him his first hand job, and after that, the hand jobs became more regularly. We jacked off a lot! not always each other, but most often with each other – to us it was the most natural thing in the world. We’d almost do it in our sleep. About once a week, especially in the winter – especially if the heater wasn’t working right – he would come down and we’d jack each other off and sleep nude together…we loved it, but it was just two brothers who were best friends – nothing more, and certainly nothing less.
right before I turned seventeen, he was still twelve, Dad was at work and Mom left to go to town to shop for the day – which wasn’t that big of a deal. there wasn’t that many dangers of being left alone in rural Missouri – especially on a farm. Hunter came up to me while we were in the barn rearranging the hay bales and loading the wagon for the night’s feeding when Dad got home. He came up to me and started asking me questions about it hurting a little when he got hard and how he was hard a lot – and at a drop of a hat – literally! I told him that it was natural. He also started talking about girls….”Have you ever had sex with one?” he asked me. “Yeah…” I kind of thought about lying. “really!? When!?” – it was almost like I betrayed him. “I know, I probably could have told you….but it was kind of a one shot deal and it happened and….I’m sorry, Little Brother, maybe you’ll understand when you’re older. I’m older and I don’t fully understand. “it’s ok, Ian.” he said. “I think I understand.” – it was true – me and our older cousin, Rachel, by three years seduced me that christmas and we ended up going all the way in her truck bed – it was cold but I was hot from not just the action but the nervousness of the moment. I looked over at Hunter and he was hanging onto every word I said, wearing the biggest impressive look you ever saw. I heard his little voice whisper “wow…” then he asked if I liked it. I told him I did, but that I didn’t really….I didn’t know. It was confusing. I told him I admitted that I enjoyed jacking off with him more – which was true. Of course that made his day. We threw down some more bales, then he asked me a question i’ll never forget. “Can boys have sex?” At first I was wondering what he meant – I thought he was referring to two boys, but wasn’t sure…. “what?” I asked, a little dazed. “I mean I know you and Rachel, and Mom and Dad…but you know – two boys…:? just like two girls?” Wait….how did he know about lesbians…? “Who told you about two girls?” …..he kind of got red and stammered… “Who, Little Brother!? I won’t kill you, I’m just curious. He hesitated for a moment then said – “Rachel.” I about died. It bothered me at first to the point where I was turning red! then I just started laughing. “Yeah, I reckon boys can have sex to.” then I asked him if he saw her have sex with a girl. He told me no, but she told him if he messed with her she would tell her a secret. To make that story shorter they didn’t go all the way but they did everything else – and I do mean everything – then she told him she was a lesbian and had been since she was six when her friend and her would spend the night with them. She also told him that I was her only boy, besides Hunter. I almost threw up right there. From that moment on I didn’t know if I was gay or what, but I started hating girls from that moment on.
We were pretty quiet the rest of the time and when we got done, Hunter asked me if we could swim so I thought that would be the thing to get our minds off it so we went down to the creek and skinny-dipped until we heard mom’s car-door shut.
The next day – practically the same situation in the barn: only this time we didn’t say one word, I just put my rake down, took my gloves off, as I asked Hunter to take his overalls down and bend over a bale of hay. I undid my zipper leaving everything else on, I was so turned on, and the more we got closer the harder I got. (We were shirtless) I grabbed his hips and stuffed my boner gently in his butt, and told him to let me know if it hurt. He tensed but quickly relaxed, even more after I rubbed his legs and back…I started off slow and got faster and within six or eight minutes I came all up his butt. He moaned in pleasure and yelled a few times, but kept calling out my name and telling me how great it felt. We just got up and got dressed and acted if nothing happened again.
That night I introduced him to blow jobs, he blew me first then I did him. We didn’t have sex though very often.I didn’t let him fuck me though, but he let me do him at least twice a month avg, from then until I turned eighteen. I did let him fuck me after I did turn eighteen, right before I left for college. We fucked each other for a week every night that week.
We fucked and had fun every time I came home for the holidays… Now I’m 31 and he’s 27 and we still have fun. in fact, we live together with our eighteen year-old boyfriend. We have came out – but nobody but Rachel and her lover know about us – we have had a couple threesomes in our twenties, and me and him have had a few live-ins we fucked, but we will always be best friends, and I guess you can say lovers, until one of us dies.
I love you LIttle Brother. My Hunter.
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