I was pissed at him, that's why I did it in the first place. Carl was supposed to be my friend and older brother. When I was little, he took me with him to places, taught me to play baseball, bowl and basketball. I used to wait for him to come home from school so we could play, rough house or just talk. When Dad punished him, I cried...it didn't matter if he was right or wrong...to me Carl could do no wrong. As we grew up, I listened to his stories about junior high school and then high school..knowing he was teaching me...preparing me for my entrance into that same world. When he snuck out of the house late at night, I covered for him with the folks and he made me happy I did it. When his friends tried to dump on me, he told them to shut up. When he needed me, I was always there to do his chores or just listen to him gripe about teachers, coaches, the folks or anyone else. I watched his pubic hair grow in and waited for mine to immitate my big brother. It did and when it did, he seemed proud of me becoming a man like him. I watched in amazement as he jacked his hard cock until it spit out streams of white sperm..and then he taught me to do the same...and applauded me the first time I could do it too. There was nothing that we didn't tell each other, share with each other or want for each other. Our parents seemed amazed but proud that we were so close while most of our friends had fights with their brothers or sisters.
Then things started to change for a reason I never knew. Carl would go places without me. He would tell me to find some of my own friends when I complained. He would tell me to leave him alone after arguing with our parents. He had changed. Sometimes he'd lock me out of the bedroom we shared. Mom told me that he just needed some privacy and one day, I'd understand. Hell, I was a teenager.....I knew , or thought I knew, what he was doing when alone. I did it too..as many times as I could. It felt that good. "Get what you need and stay out of our room on Saturday night" he told me one day when the folks were visiting our grandparents. "Kenny's coming over" he added. He didn't ask, Carl just told me like he was some big shot. Of course he was in charge. Mom and Dad had told me that. But he was treating me like someone he'd rather not have around. I planted the camera and put it on slow speed so I could see what he and Kenny did in our bedroom.
They took off Sunday morning..and left me alone. I retreived the tape and watched. As I ate my cereal, I stared in disbelief seeing my big brother Carl and his friend Kenny strip each other naked and act like the lovers I had seen on television or in the films. They kissed each other on the mouth. Kenny kissed Carl's neck and chest and then moved to his belly and crotch. Kenny kissed Carl's erection and balls while holding them in the palm of his hand. I was mesmorized. My own cock got rock hard as I watched. Unconsciously, I began to rub my cock and had it out of my boxer shorts jacking it as I gasped again and again. Carl was licking Kenny's chest and biting on his nipples. My own nipples were feeling my fingers as I tried to find out what Kenny's must have felt like. I was startled to find the pain pleasurable. My cock was oozing precum as I watched my big brother kneel in front of Kenny and lick his balls and cock like an ice cream cone. Then I shrank as Kenny turned around and bent over. Carl put his hands on Kennys buttocks and pulled them apart burying his face in the crack. Kenny's gasps were loud in between his begging Carl to go deeper. I had never thought of an ass as a place someone would want to play with let along put their face there. But the same person who taught me how much fun it was to rub a hard cock was doing that in front of me on the television I watched. My cock exploded and I didn't remember rubbing it. I stopped the tape and went to the bathroom to clean myself off. I stripped off my underwear and rubbed my body head to toe. My fingers squeezed my own nipples until it hurt..but I ignore the pain and squeezed harder. In my mind I saw Carl in front of me biting hard. My fingernails immitated his teeth and my cock hardened at the sensation. I was breathing so hard, I knew I was ready to explode again, but I went back to the living room and pressed play on the tape deck instead. They were doing what I had seen them do when I orgasmed moments ago. I pressed the fast forward button and saw their naked bodies move in fast, comical but sensous movements. Suddenly they were on the bed, Kenny laying on his back and Carl kneeling over him. They were in opposite positions so their cocks would align with each other's mouths. I pressed rewind to the point where they had started to move and played the tape normal speed. I watched as they moved like two dancers, kissing, petting, grabbing and playing as they moved into that position...like some well thought out movements of a dance. Kenny's hands were around Carls butt. It was smooth, round and firm. I had stared at it as he moved around our room. "What are you looking at?" he asked me one day. I told him. He flexed his buttocks and I laughed. He bent over and spread them showing me his asshole..and opened it for me. I laughed again. Carl told me I had a nice butt too and we talked about something else. Now I saw Kenny move his hands..his fingers obviously moving into Carl's asshole and it didnt' seem to bother Carl at all. I remembered when I was little and we bathed together. I stuck a finger into my own asshole and told him how it felt. He did the same and agreed it felt "kinda good". We were little kids then..... I stared closer as Kenny and Carl moved closer until their arms were under each others legs..their heads moved between each other legs until they were kissing each other's buttocks and then put their faces in each other's asscracks. My cock was hurting it had gotten so hard. I was still naked and I knew I was slowly jacking my own cock..being careful not to make myself cum again for fear I'd miss something on the videotape..neglecting the knowledge that I could stop it, rewide or do whatever I wanted. My own finger played with my asslips...I propped up one leg as I jacked with one hand and fingered myself with the other. It felt good...maybe not as good as having someone else play with me, but it felt good. Kenny and Carl were moving again..and Carl held up Kenny's legs and moved his arched erection against Kenny's upturned ass. Kenny yelled and Carl backed away. Kenny spit on his hand and rubbed Carl's cock then his ass..and Carl moved close again. Kenny looked as if he were in pain, then suddenly he sighed and smiled. Carl's tight butt tightened showing the dimples that I remember Mom telling Aunt Ellen about years ago. "He's got the cutest butt dimples. Some girl is going to love those someday" she said proudly to Aunt Ellen who was laughing. I liked them too. Carl's dimples were always amazing to me...my own butt, though firm didn't have them. "Dont' worry kid. You got a great pecker and lips that will make em swoon someday" Carl told me one day as I was standing naked in front of our mirror. I was looking at my profile and then at his. He stood naked beside me, flexing his biceps, chest and buttocks. "My turn" Kenny yelled and was soon wrestling naked with Carl. That made me jealous even more then all of the other things I had seen. Carl and I used to wrestle all the time. The sounds that came from our bedroom told our folks we were at it again. At first they thought we were fighting, but then they realized we were just rough housing and left us alone. Sometimes clothed and sometimes naked, we'd roll around the beds and floor. As we grew older, our cocks would get hard as we did it..and we'd often end up jacking off shooting our sperm all over each other, then wrestle some more. One time we even wrestled to see who would win..and the loser had to jack off the winner. We didn't do that more then a few times...and I never understood why Carl didn't want to do it anymore. Kenny was on his knees and spitting into his hand again. This time he slobbered all over his own hard cock. I realized then how fat it was..how long it was too. The sight of Kenny in his school team speedos was one that remained in my own head. The times it flashed through my head as I masturbated didn't bother me..because I usually had images of Carl naked or in his own speedos..or others I had seen too. I assumed it was normal and it made me have an even more explosive orgasm. Now I watched Kenny naked pushing his cock into my brother Carl's ass as he was propped on his hands and knees on the bed where he and I had played for years. Carl and Kenny kept doing that for quite sometime...taking turns butt fucking each other in all kinds of positions. One would be on his hands and knees, then the other would lay face down...then the other would be sitting on top of the other..or one would lay on the side of the bed while the other would stand on the floor fucking...or they would go back to one laying on his back while the other held his ankels while fucking. I came again..this time my cock just flowed sperm out...my gut twinged a bit and a knot inside me made me feel like someone had pulled my organs out of me. I showered..soaping my tired smooth body. I fingered my asshole..and pinched my nipples. I watched television, not bothering to dress..not caring if Carl and Kenny came home to find me naked in the living room or not. Cute strong gymnasts flexed, swung, jumped and gyrated on the screen as I fondled my cock....stroked my nuts...played with the skin under neath and explored my asslips.... I pressed play again and watched Carl move to his knees in front of Kenny licking and sucking the cock that moments ago had been inside him. He tilted his head back and stuck out his tongue as Kenny's cock spit out streams of his sperm....it landing on my brothers face, tongue, chest and rolled down his torso. Carl stood quickly and grabbed his own cock jacking it hard and fast..harder nad faster then I had ever seen him do it. He showed me how to do it one afternoon after school. I had heard him at night and wasn't sure what he was doing. I had seen him throw the covers off him and his silhouette moved as he jacked off in the darkness. And when I asked him, he told me "jacking off" and when I asked him he explained it to me..then showed me. After that I watched him often. Sometimes I'd get the lubricant for him from the bathroom or fetch a wet washcloth for him as he lay on his bed exhausted and splattered with his own juices. And when my cock began to get hard, I kept trying to make it do what Carl's did but it wouldn't. "Just be patient" he'd tell me. Finally one night, I showed him I could do it and he applauded until our parents yelled at us to go to sleep. In the darkness, I threw off the covers and jacked off again. Carl told me to go to sleep that time. After then, we both did it like horny sailors as many times as we could. We even had contests to see how many times we could do it. After lying to each other a few times, we had a real contest watching each other jacking off one weekend day when our folks were away. We stayed naked the entire day and night....and whenever we got hard, we'd jack until our bodies spit out sperm. Carl won the contest and I had to lick him until all his sperm was cleaned up. It tasted like salt..but I just said "yuck" and lived up to our agreement. Kenny tilted his head back and Carl covered it with cum......I knew how much sperm Carl could shoot. I had the same talent..and we'd wonder how much sperm we shot. We even shot into glasses to see which one shot more. It was a tie. So, I sat naked jacking my cock as I kept rewinding the tape watching Carl orgasming all over Kenny and finally my own fist was pounding fast and hard until I was going crazy falling all over the couch and floor my sperm shooting everywhere. I lay there....exhausted and pissed at Carl. He had ignored me for months and I knew why. He and Kenny, Mark, Adrian and other friends probably, were doing what I had just seen him and Kenny do together. I was shut out, ignored, not wanted. I wanted to put my tongue on his cock and balls. I wanted to bury my face between his buttocks, I wanted to bite his nipples hard..and kiss his face, neck, chest, belly and hard erection. I wanted to feel his cock move inside me and lay there watching his naked sweaty body jamming into me as it had to Kenny. I wanted to squat over him and sit on his cock. I wanted to kneel beneath him and shower in his sperm. I put the tape in my underwear drawer..under my socks. I knew I'd watch it again and again. And I began to think about how I would tell him. How I would admit my longings. Perhaps, during the night, I'd take off my shorts and slide into his bed next to him. Or I'd step into the shower while he was there and give myself to him in anyway he wanted. Or if he were changing, I'd move to my knees and tilt my head back and open my mouth and admit my hunger. Maybe I'd talk to Kenny and experimetn with him..maybe plan it so Carl would discover us together as he and Kenny had been. Maybe I'd just stay naked until they came home. Or I'd just sit down and talk to him when we were alone. Or maybe I'd leave the tape where he could find it...and he'd be angry with me but know what I needed..wanted..and had discovered I had wanted for all these years that had passed. I began to doze off...hoping Carl would come home...soon.