My Boys

Hi, my name is Shane. I'm a little over 6', very slim (about 160 lbs), with dirty blond shaggy hair, and blue-green eyes. I'm 21, about to turn 22 as I write this. But the real story begins several years ago, back when I was about 16. The story of my first sexual experience. With another guy no less. And the many adventures it led to over the years. But before we get to all the juicy details...let's go back to where it all started...

Chapter 1

Summer 2003

Every summer since I can remember I've spent in Florida with my dad. This year was no different. At least, it didn't start out any different. But that would all change.

See my parents were divorced and my dad was remarried. And from that marriage I acquired a stepbrother. His name's Tyler, and we're only about a year and a half apart. So at this point, I was 16 and he was just about to turn 15. Tyler was always kinda short for his age. Shorter than I ever was anyway. He also has shaggy blond hair, but with grayish eyes. Oh, and a British accent. For stepbrothers though, we look surprisingly alike. And we've become so close, we consider each other blood brothers anyway.

With that kind of thinking, I guess some people might find our relationship a little disturbing. You see, my first real sexual experience was with my stepbrother Tyler.

The seeds were first planted when we were younger. I'd say 9 and 11. We used to stay up late in his room and find softcore porn on Cinemax to watch. At this point, the idea of masturbating was pretty much lost on us, so nothing really came of it. Then there were the times we'd play Pokemon. Somehow, we'd always end up having "sex" as Ash and Misty, or Brock and Nurse Joy. This involved us embracing on the bed and basically dry humping. What can I say, we were young and curious I guess. I never would have guessed where that curiousity would lead...

Once puberty hit and we both learned the joys of jacking off, our nightly adventures became less innocent. Generally it would involve us in his room in the dark, him on his bed and me in the lazy boy next to it. And we'd just talk, the conversations always moving to sex eventually. We would sometimes make up stories of sexual adventures we might someday have, which of course got our motors running. I would be so hard, and leaking like a faucet. I couldn't help it but to start stroking under the blanket a little. And depsite the noise from the ceiling fan, I was pretty sure he was doing the same. It turns out he was.

I just flat out asked him one night in that Summer of '03, "Is it just me, or are you jacking off too?"

Tyler laughed and agreed, "It's not just you."

We thought it was funny and just kept at it in our separate beds, but not bothering to keep quiet anymore. I had never experienced something so erotic as hearing someone masturbating right next to me. Hearing the wet strokes, skin slapping, his labored breaths, trying to match them with my own. Up to that point, it was the hottest thing I'd ever experienced. And the next night, it only got hotter.

We had just finished watching a movie. Both of us laying on Tyler's bed, already in our pajamas, about to call it a night. Tyler got up to turn off the TV and lights and slipped back into his bed as I continued to lay in it as well.

"So, what do you wanna talk about tonight?" I asked, always secretly pushing for more sex talk.

"I don't know, whatever," my 14 year old brother replied.

So the conversation started out slow. Just random stuff from the day, what we had planned tomorrow, etc. Then things got a little interesting.

"I think my mom is going to get a massage tomorrow," Tyler informed.

"Oh really? Wow, I'm kinda jealous," I laughed.

"Me too. I would love a back massage."

Jokingly I said, "Well I'd give you one, but it probably would suck."

"That's okay, do it anyway!" Tyler jumped at the chance.

Now I had no experience whatsoever in giving massages. But how could I pass up the chance to rub my hands all over his hot, smooth little body?

"Alright, I can try."

"There's some lotion under the nightstand," he said as he stripped off his shirt, surprising me at his eagerness.

"I don't even wanna know what you use that lotion for," I teased.

Tyler rolled over on his bare chest. With the lights off, I couldn't see much, just the outline of his body. I couldn't think of any other way to sit but on his butt, so I straddled his body and plopped down.

"Is that okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, assuming I don't suffocate under your fat ass," he laughed.

I smacked his back jokingly, "You are in no position to call me names mister."

With that, I took the lotion which had the push down lever on top, and squirted some on Tyler's back which immediately tensed.

"Ahhh!! It's cold!" he squealed.

"Sorry, maybe this will help," I said, as I began to rub in the cool lotion.

"Mmmmmm...much better."

I used both hands to smear the lotion all over his back. His skin was already soft as a baby's, but the added lotion made it extra smooth.

Using tricks I'd seen in movies and on TV, I massaged my hands around his shoulder blades, adding differing amounts of pressure. Occasionally, I'd move to his neck and shoulders. Whether I was doing it right or not, he seemed to enjoy it from the audible moans and groans I received.

"Go a little lower," he whispered.

He didn't have to tell me twice! I slowly eased my hands from his upper back, down the curve of his spine, and started working on the lower back, right above his pajama's waistband. I could feel just the barest hint of downy hairs at the base of his spine.

"Does it feel alright?"

"Definitely...you should do this for a living."

"Yeah right," I laughed. "Can you imagine all the gross people who probably come in for massages?"

"It might be worth it for the hot ones that come in," Tyler countered.

As we continued talking back and forth, I started paying less and less attention to the task at hand. This led to my fingertips just barely skimming under the waistband of his pants. They were worn so low, my pointer finger even slightly dipped into the top of his asscrack.

"My bad," I apologized after realizing what I'd done.

To which he responded, "It's okay, a butt massage would be nice too."

There was something a little too serious in his voice when he said that. I wanted to make a sarcastic comment. Or even ask him if he was joking or not. But my curiousity and horneyness took over. Instead of saying anything, I almost shakingly took ahold of his waistband and slowly started to ease it down over his bottom.

I knew it was stupid. I was pretty much waiting for him to tell me to stop or tell me to stop being gay, or I don't know, maybe even hit me. But to my utter surprise, he did none of those things. What he did do...was lift his hips. Yes, he definitely lifted his hips to allow me to pull his pants down further. I was in such shock, that I was no longer paying attention to the task at hand. When I snapped back into it, I saw that I had his beautiful butt completely uncovered.

Now by this time, my eyes had started to adjust to the darkness. And there was just the faintest bit of moonlight coming in through the window. So I took my time admiring what I'd just revealed. His ass was perfect. Smooth skin, unblemished, kinda bubbly. I just wanted to kiss it. But I curbed that impulse. Instead, I got some more lotion in my hands and placed them back on his lower back, taking my time to move downward.

As I grazed my fingertips over the curve of his ass, I felt again, just the faintest hint of soft little hairs on his otherwise completely baby smooth cheeks. My hands finally fully rested on the mounds before starting to knead the flesh. It really was bubbly. Soft and supple for sure, but as the cold lotion made him tense I could feel the muscles underneath.

"This feels so weird," he finally said.

I had almost forgotten there was a person attached to this wonderful butt.

"Oh, sorry...I can just do the back," I muttered.

"No," Tyler quickly said. "It's a good weird."

I thought I might have an orgasm right there. And honestly, I probably could have. My little soldier was at full salute by this point, stretching my flimsy pants upwards. Luckily it was pointing so far north, I didn't have to worry about it rubbing against Tyler. Although I secretly wondered what his reaction would be.

Suddenly I realized that with his pants pulled down so far, his dick had to have been exposed against the mattress. And with my massage basically thrusting his hips down against the bed, he was probably just as hard as I was. Maybe his moans weren't just from the massage...

I kept up kneading his flesh, both butt and back for some time until my hands were tired.

"Alright, that's enough for tonight," I said giving his tush a light slap before rolling off of him.

"Aw man, that felt so good," he groaned, still laying there with his ass hanging out.

"Maybe tomorrow you can return the favor," I suggested.

"Sure, it's only fair," Tyler said.

He started to flip over onto his back. While his pants were still half off. Sadly, he flipped so his front was facing away from me. And he slipped his pants back up before he landed on his back.

It was at this point that I noticed the state we were both in. Looking down at both of our bodies, it looked like there were two flagpoles coming out of the bed. With our eyes almost completely adjusted to the dark, there was no denying the hard-ons. And when I glanced over to Tyler's face I could see his eyes trained on them as well.

"That massage made me so horney," he stated the obvious.

"I can tell. Same here though."

Without even thinking, my hand went down to my crotch and grabbed the protruding bulge.

"I'd love to have a full body massage some day," Tyler continued, his hand also creeping southward. However he went as far as to put it into his pants.

"That'd be nice," I agreed. "Can you imagine someone's hands rubbing lotion all over your body?"

"Yeah..."

Now both of us had our hands in our pants, slowly stroking the hard flesh underneath.

"It would be awesome if they massaged you with their tongue," Tyler said between two slightly ragged breaths.

"Sucked on your nipples a little...licked down your stomach, around the belly button...then all up and down your dick..." I continued the fantasy.

"Yeah, I lick around your balls a little. Maybe suck one in..."

We were both lost in the fantasy. Both masturbating in our pants. Not so much a new experience...except this was the first time we'd been lying side by side while doing it. I wondered how far I could take this. Because it was becoming extremely difficult to contain myself in my pajamas.

"So...I gotta take these pants off, this is getting uncomfortable," I finally said.

"Me too," Tyler quickly agreed.

And with that, we both slipped our pajamas down, lifting our hips and stretching the fabric over our straining erections. Two soft thumps sounded as both of our dicks slapped against our stomachs. We laughed a little, whether because it was funny or because it was slightly uncomfortable, who knows. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't even make myself look down at what had just been revealed. I just focused on the task at hand, no pun intended.

But once I started stroking myself out in the open, it felt so good that I almost forgot Tyler was even there. He too seemed lost in his session. Until he said something that forever changed my life.

"I wonder what it feels like to have someone else jack you off..."

My hand froze mid-stroke. My heart skipped a beat and I waited a little to long to exhale. Had I been standing, my jaw would have hit the floor. It wasn't just what he said. It was the way he said it. There was an inflection there that insinuated he really wanted to find out. I decided to take the bait and see if I was right.

"We could find out. I mean, if you want. I bet it feels really good."

"I'm game if you are," he said eagerly.

"Okay...sweet."

We'd just agreed to giving each other hand jobs. Yet we were frozen in time. No one was able to take the first step. I almost feared the opportunity would pass.

"So...how do we start this?" I asked trying to ease the tension.

"I don't know," Tyler laughed. "I guess we just do it."

Okay, he seemed like he was really up for this. And I knew I was up. Way up. So I decided to be brave and moved my hand over toward him. With the darkness and my nervousness, my hand landed on his lower thigh. My fingers slid into the soft hairs there as I lingered for a second. He took that time to bring his hand over. His aim was a little better. His fingertips actually grazed the head of my dick, making it throb and a little precum leaked out. The feel of it was so much that I went to grab my own dick. Only...I went to grab it with my left hand. And it turned out not to be mine...it was Tyler's.

My hand enclosed around his hard as steel cock. It jumped a little in my hand, making mine do the same. I took a second to get a feel for it. It wasn't unsimilar to my own pride and joy. A little smaller around. More uniform in the thickness of the shaft, whereas mine gets wider toward the head. It was velvety soft over the hardness. I slowly slid my hand down and brushed against his balls and shortly trimmed pubes. Then moved back to the top and discovered another big difference from my own dick. He was uncut. Of course he was, he was from England. It felt so different from my own, so much more skin to slide around. I always thought the idea of being uncircumcised was kinda gross, but now it seemd almost cool.

While all of this was going on, I barely noticed his hand taking ahold of my own penis. I jerked a little at the feeling. It was odd. His hand was slightly smaller than mine, so I could definitely tell the difference. His strokes weren't as well-practiced as my own. But damn did it feel good. I don't know what was more exciting. My little brother jacking me off, or having my own hand wrapped around his dick. There we were, laying side by side in my little brother's bed, bottoms pulled down, arms crossed, hands wrapped around each other's erection. The whole experience was just so surreal.

"It's so different from doing it yourself," Tyler finally spoke. We had both been lost in our mutual masturbation.

"Yeah...it feels really good," I agreed.

Knowing that he was enjoying it as much as I was, I decided to speed up my strokes. His body tensed a little, but he soon echoed the action. The sound of our hands smacking skin on the downstroke seemed deafeningly loud in the dark, quiet of the night. It suddenly dawned on me just how ludicrous this was. The words left my mouth before I really had a chance to process them.

"You know at this rate, we'll probably end up blowing each other by the end of the night."

Tyler's hand slowed slightly, but he didn't stop. I knew as soon as I had said it, that I had gone too far. Sure we had graduated from secretly masturbating across the room from one another, to lying side by side and helping each other out, but I must have been crazy to even suggest the idea of a blowjob.

Tyler laughed a little, "Yeah, seriously. I bet that would feel a hundred times better."

It was my turn to slow my strokes. In fact, I nearly came to a dead halt, but kept my hand firmly wrapped around my brother's hard member. Could it be that he was really that curious? That he was willing to go even further? I had to push it. I couldn't let the moment pass.

"Hey, ya know, I'd do you if you promise to do me. We've gone this far already."

"Are you for real?" he asked.

I knew it. Too good to be true.

"Well..." I started.

"If you're cool with it, I am," Tyler finished.

Oh...I was cool with it.

"Alright. I'll go first," I offered.

I released my hand from Tyler's cock, and he did the same to mine. I sat up in the bed and turned to face him, hovering over his body a little. I looked down and got a good look at my brother's erect penis for the first time.

It was beautiful. There was no other word for it. Sticking straight up and resting against his stomach, I'd say it was about 6 inches long, maybe 4 and a half around. It had a nice uniform thickness from the base all the way to the head. I finally could see what an uncircumcised penis looked like up close. The tip of the glistening head poked angrily out of the foreskin. I also noticed his ball sack was rather loose compared to mine. It draped down between his legs, nearly touching the bed.

I took a hold of his dick once more, giving it a few more strokes. Then I took a breath.

"Wow, you're really gonna do this aren't you?" Tyler asked before I could begin.

I smirked up at him, and without a word descended my head and gave his peeking head a good lick. A tremor went through Tyler's body and a moan escaped his lips. I gave the shaft a couple licks and then decided to just go for it. I opened wide and let the head slide into my mouth, followed by the first couple inches. It tasted...not bad. Mostly just like skin, a little salty. But not bad.

I pulled back up his cock, sucking hard as I went.

"Oh God..." he gasped.

"Does it feel good?" I asked, before going back down on his meat. I already knew the answer from his body's response.

"Uhhhhh-huhhhhhh."

I tried to take as much in as I could. I don't have much of a gag reflex, but it still wasn't easy to get 6 inches of thick flesh all the way in my mouth. So I settled with just using a hand to stroke the base while I focused more on the top half. Sliding down, sucking up, licking the head, starting again, matching my head's bobbing with strokes from my hand. I continued this general routine for several minutes, mixing it up every now and then by either sucking his head like a jawbreaker or massaging his nuts or just giving one long lick from base to tip.

"You should stop," Tyler warned, as his body began to tense up.

I contemplated just finishing him off right then and there. Really make this a blowjob to remember. But I wasn't ready for the night to end just yet. And I didn't want him to be too exhausted to return the favor. So reluctantly I pulled off of his cock. I placed little kisses on his abdomen, up to his chest, giving a few licks to each nipple. Then continued up to suck on his neck a little. With my head nestled in his neck, I felt his cheek kinda press against my head. I assumed he was getting a little uncomfortable with my actions, so I pulled back a little. Imagine my suprise when he took that opportunity to lean up and press his lips against my own.

I had shared many kisses in my years, but never had one been so passionate. It was like he needed my lips for sustanance the way he latched onto them. I reciprocated, pressing firmly against his soft lips, feeling the downy peach fuzz of his upper lip under my nose. Our mouths instinctively opened slightly and our tongues began to sneak out. Before long, we were engaged in a full on liplock with tongues battling within each others' mouths. All the while, our still raging hard dicks were having their own battle, leaking precum all over our stomachs.

The surprises kept coming, when his hands found my torso and pushed me, rather forcefully, onto my back, allowing him to now hover over me. I looked up to his face, and as the moonlight streamed through a crack in the curtains, I saw the glimmer of lust in his eyes. A look of pure passion. This had somehow gone beyond simple experimentation. This was something we both needed. Both wanted. And what Tyler wanted right now was to repay the favor I'd given him moments before.

He mimicked my movements earlier, only moving down my body instead of up. Featherlike kisses trailed down my chest and stomach. He skipped past my straining erection and instead placed more kisses on my inner thighs. So close, yet so far.

"You're killing me here," I groaned.

I could almost feel a smirk appear on his face. But I soon stopped caring because with no warning, without even taking a hold of my cock, Tyler's mouth surrounded the pulsing head.

"Oh wow!" I exclaimed, without really meaning to.

Tyler chuckled a little, and the vibrations sent a bolt of electricity down my shaft. His mouth slowly descended downward, trying to see how much he could take. He probably got about half of my 7 inches in before he stopped himself and pulled back up. My dick popped out of his mouth and slapped against my stomach.

"It's pretty big," he said, making me blush. "Bigger than mine anyway."

True, it was about an inch longer. And I was at least 5 and half inches around, thicker toward the head than the base. I could imagine it would be a little more difficult to swallow than his more slender dick.

"Yours is plenty big enough," I said, not wanting him to feel bad. "It's perfect actually."

That seemed to give him a little boost of confidence, as he wrapped his hand around my shaft and gave it a few tugs before going in for round two. He sucked on the head a little before trying to go down again. I could feel my head hit the back of his throat and his muscles contract around it. He gagged himself off again.

"It's okay, it feels better when you suck on the head anyway," I assured him.

He wiped his mouth off and then did just that. Sucking away on the top half of my dick, using one hand to stroke the base and the other reached down to cup my balls. It took a little practice to get his rhythm right, but before long I was putty in his hands.

"Oh my god, that feels amazing..."

He alternated between going really fast and painfully slow, sucking hard as a Hoover and only gently licking. Everytime I neared the edge, his tactic changed and I fell back a little, only to get worked back up again.

After several minutes, I could tell he was tiring out a little, and his own erection was still leaking against my leg. He deserved some attention too.

"Hey, I have an idea. Flip around and put your legs this way," I instructed.

It didn't take him long to figure out what I had in mind. And he was eager to comply. We adjusted ourselves into a 69 position, with him balancing over my body. At the same time, we grabbed onto one another and began sucking again. It was such a bizarre experience blowing someone while they did the same to you. As with the handjob, it almost felt like you were doing it to yourself. As I felt myself get closer, I would instinctively work harder and faster on him.

Apparently I chose the right time to do so, because without much warning, I felt a stream of hot liquid flood my mouth. It caught me off guard, and I choked a little, spitting the cum out over my chin. Tyler's body was practically convulsing as he hovered above me, his dick continuing to piston in and out of my mouth, filling me with his seed.

When all was said and done, he practically fell off of me, gasping in pleasure and relief.

"Holy...crap...that was...amazing..."

"Apparently," I said, wiping my mouth. "Didn't taste to great though. Way to warn me jackass."

I playfully hit his arm. He was too exhausted to fight back.

"Sorry. I barely knew it was coming myself."

"Eh, don't worry about it. I'm glad I could do it for you. Now, if you don't mind, I need to finish myself off."

I figured he was too spent to be of much help, and that was fine. I had gotten plenty of ammunition to bring myself to completion with good ol' Mr. Righty. I took matters into my own hand, literally and began rocketing my fist up and down on my never harder cock.

"I'm pretty close," I breathed. I knew it wouldn't take long.

Just as I was about halfway up the mountain, I felt something moist and warm cover the head of my dick. I slowed my stroking a little.

"What are you-"

"Cum in my mouth," Tyler ordered.

He didn't have to tell me twice. My pace increased again. As my hand worked my shaft, my head bounced against his hot, wet tongue and lips. The sensation was more than enough to send me over the edge.

"Oooooh shiiiit...." I groaned.

As the most intense orgasm that ever rocked my body came over me like a tidal wave, I felt long, hot ropes of cum fly up and catch in Tyler's mouth. Each time I shot another one, my head bumped against his mouth and sent another bolt of lightning through my body to the point where I was trembling. I could feel my cum dripping from Tyler's mouth back down onto my cock, making my hand slippery. Before it slowed me down too much, I was spent. My entire body just collapsed against the bed. I could have laid still for a week.

"That...was the greatest thing...of my life," I told him. "You...are amazing."

"This whole night was amazing," he agreed, rolling over to lay right beside me, just as when we had started. Only now, we were covered in each others' sticky semen.

"We should get cleaned up," I said.

"Yeah, and get some sleep. I can't wait for tomorrow night."


AN: Well that's Chapter 1, hope you enjoyed it! I know it was a bit long, but this chapter is actually completely rooted in fact, so I wanted to capture it perfectly. The next chapter will focus on my moving into my freshman dorm at college and getting to know my roommate ;-) More stories with Tyler may come up in the future if you'd like to see them. Please review and let me know!