This is a true story of my brother and me. Names and some details have been adjusted to make it internet safe. Everyone, as depicted below, is at least 18 years old.

So, my dad didn’t believe that Justin was his son because his mom is, well, a ho…but when my brother was 10, they did a DNA test, and the rest is history. My brother lived 700 miles away, and was established with his family there, but when he got to high school, he really started to struggle. My dad told him to come finish school with us.

Him and I clashed immediately. We had to share a room, and being two years younger than him, naturally I felt that my space was being invaded. Other than constant fights, things were uneventful until a couple years later. One night, I felt the bed shaking (we had a bunk bed), and I asked what he was doing. He told me bluntly that he was jacking off. He was super stressed with college at the time, and said it helped him unwind and fall asleep. Time slowed down for a moment, and something stirred in me like nothing I’d felt before, nor since. I got so hard.

A few weeks later, Justin was trying to woo the neighbor girl, Hannah (her and I were high school seniors, and were both 18), and she just wasn’t having it with him. Hannah’s father was a family friend, and she stopped by to drop off an ice chest he was letting us borrow for a camping trip. I was inside our motorhome, listening through the window as Justin failed miserably to impress her, but somehow he convinced her to bring the ice chest inside the RV. She started chatting with me, completely ignoring him. He was noticeably annoyed by this, but we couldn’t have cared less. Then, my brother did something that shocked both of us. He just went for it, and whipped out his hard cock. Hannah and I stared in disbelief because it was HUGE. I know everyone in these stories is like, “It was 12 inches of solid meat, girthy as can be, blah blah blah.” It wasn’t that big, maybe 8 inches or so, but up until then, it was the biggest dick I’d ever seen. After the image of my brother’s boner had burned into me like venom from a snake, Hannah ran out, embarrassed. I tried to play it cool, and act uninterested, but I was doing everything in my power to hide my own erection.

For the next few weeks, I started trying to see him naked as often as I could, which was pretty easy since we shared a room. I thought I was being stealthy about it, but he caught on, and called me the f-word. I told him I wasn’t gay, and thought that was the end of it.

The first time anything happened, we were in the pool. We had been splashing around and roughhousing for the better part of two hours, but then at one point he came up behind me, and I realized he had removed his swim trunks. I squirmed, and tried to push away, but he laughed, and pulled me back against him. That’s when I felt it. His hard cock was pressing, firmly, against my left butt cheek. I didn’t know what to do, so I just froze in place. Then, he reached his hand around, and grabbed my dick through my shorts. As soon as he confirmed that it was hard, that was it for us. We got out of the pool, and ran immediately to our room. Once the door hit the jamb, we both ripped our trunks off, stood face to face, and started jerking our dicks like mad. I’ll never forget what it felt like in that moment, when he grabbed my hand, and guided it to his leaking cock. He came.

That’s it for now. I’m glad to share how things progressed with us from there, if y’all are into it. Thanks for reading.