This story is the fifth part of a six-part series called "Early Erotic Memories." It is completely true and accurately describes the author's personal experience. The story is for informational and recreational purposes only, and the author does not advocate any of the activities described. It should not be read by anyone under the age of eighteen.
- PANTSING MY BROTHER
The most erotic experience of my teenage years took place between me and my younger brother Larry in the summer of 1959. To give a little background, I had turned fifteen the previous October, and I would be going into the eleventh grade that fall. I also had been sexually mature and able to ejaculate for just over a year. Larry had his tenth birthday about a month or so before the incident took place. He was in elementary school, and as I would soon find out, he hadn't yet started to mature sexually. Since we shared a bedroom while we were growing up, sleeping on twin beds, Larry and I were together every night, and I often saw him getting undressed. However, even though I felt mildly curious about his body, I had never seen him in an overtly-sexual way until this incident occurred.
One day, I happened to be out in our front yard when two of our adult neighbors, Jerry and Ray, were playing around with Larry. Ray had grabbed him by his arms (or maybe it was around his chest from behind; I don't really remember), while Jerry had grabbed him by his legs or ankles. They had lifted him off of the ground and were holding him between them, threatening to pull down his swimming trunks. Larry was laughing and pleading for them to stop, and he sounded a little worried, as though he wasn't really sure about whether they were serious or not. At one point, Jerry put Larry's feet down and grabbed hold of his trunks, but he stopped before pulling them down.
I became hot and excited while watching this, and I suddenly felt intrigued by the idea that Larry could lose his pants that way. I wanted to see it happen, and I was disappointed that Jerry and Ray hadn't finished what they had started.
Later that same day, Larry and I were inside the house, along with our mother. I knew he was alone in our parents' bedroom, and I could hear our mom singing in the kitchen as she worked. The incident in the front yard kept playing on my mind, and I felt attracted to Larry in a very warm and affectionate way because of what had almost happened to him. Eventually, even the idea of being alone with him seemed highly erotic, and I wandered down the hall to the bedroom, knowing he would be there.
Larry was on the far side of the room when I entered, but I don't remember what he was doing. He may have been sitting on one of the beds, reading, or standing at the dresser, looking in one of the drawers. He had changed into a pair of blue jeans and a short-sleeved shirt, and as I approached, he looked up at me but didn't say anything. Although I didn't have any clear purpose in mind, I immediately began to feel sexually aroused by the situation.
Grabbing him on impulse, I said as a joke, "I think I'll take up where Jerry and Ray left off!" He realized that I was threatening to pants him, and he began struggling in a kind of mock resistance, laughing and saying, "No!" while I held on and started wrestling him down into the narrow space between the beds (I didn't really intend to pants him, but if I had been serious, that would have been the best place to do it, since it was the most concealed spot in the room).
I don't remember how I got him onto the floor, but it was easy enough to do, since he obviously wasn't serious about resisting. In fact, we both seemed to be taking it as a joke. I may have used my weight to force him down, or I may have wrestled him onto one of the beds first and then pulled him off onto the floor. The space between the beds was cramped, maybe about eighteen inches wide, with just enough room for him underneath and me on top.
In only a few seconds, I had him stretched out on his back with his head near the wall. I remember crouching over him to hold him down, and I must have straddled him on either one or both of my knees, pressing my weight against his legs to keep him from squirming. He kept struggling and laughing, "No!" and "No, don't!" over and over (just as he had with Jerry and Ray), and I had to hold his arms out of the way so I could get at the front of his jeans.
I still didn't intend to pants him, and I remember feeling surprised that things had gone that far; but the more he struggled, the more I became caught up in what was happening, and I suddenly decided just to pull his jeans down a few inches, without going all the way. He hadn't called out to our mom, even though he could have, so I knew he was still playing along with me.
Oddly enough, I don't remember if he was wearing a belt, but if he was, I managed to keep his hands out of the way long enough to get it unbuckled. I do remember breaking open the snap at the top of his fly, pulling down his zipper and then spreading the front of his jeans open. He was wearing white cotton briefs (which I already knew, since that was the only kind either of us wore), and I remember being struck by how white they looked. For some reason, seeing his underpants made me realize how vulnerable he was, and I suddenly felt a little sorry for him, in a very affectionate way, because of the situation he was in.
As he continued to struggle and laugh, I took hold of his jeans on either side and tugged them down just far enough to uncover all of his underpants. Even at that point, I didn't intend to go all the way, but suddenly, without thinking, I grabbed his underpants and pulled them down as well. It surprised the hell out of me, and out of him as well, because he suddenly got quiet and lay completely still. Without saying a word, we both just looked down at his genitals.
Even though I had caught brief glimpses of him naked before, I had never seen him up close, and I didn't waste any time starting to look him over. He was still a little boy between his legs, without a trace of puberty, and his entire midsection was completely smooth and hairless. His balls looked like tiny grapes and were so small that they almost appeared to be contracted in his scrotum, which was very loose and wrinkled. In fact, his scrotum looked as though it had deflated like a balloon and puckered down around his balls in velvet-soft folds.
His penis was small, too, probably not much more than an inch long, and although it wasn't erect, it did stick out abruptly, pointing straight up at me and looking very exposed and vulnerable. It was shaped a little differently from my own, which intrigued me, with the shaft swelling slightly above the head to create a kind of spindled appearance. The skin along the shaft was pale and delicate, almost translucent. He was circumcised, like me, with a ring of slightly darker skin circling the shaft to show where his foreskin had been removed.
I reached out and took his penis gently between my thumb and index finger, then moved it slightly to one side, examining the small opening at the tip and realizing that it was where he peed. The little shaft felt soft, spongy and warm (I wish today that I had felt his little scrotum and testicles as well, but unfortunately, I didn't). Larry watched intently as I looked him over, without moving or saying anything. Evidently, he didn't object to what was happening. After only a few seconds, I whispered, "Okay, that's enough," then climbed off of him so he could get up. I think he then stayed on his back long enough to pull up his underpants and jeans.
Although I felt extremely aroused and excited, I was afraid to do anything else, and I assumed the incident was over. But as Larry got up from the floor, he surprised me by saying that it was my turn now, because he wanted to do the same thing to me! Apparently, he was caught up in the situation as much as I was and didn't want to miss this chance to satisfy his own curiosity (I don't think he was sexually aroused, though, since he didn't have an erection). At that point, I was more than willing to cooperate.
Larry told me to wait where I was for just a minute, then he walked out of the room and down the hall. I knew he was going to make sure that our mom was still busy in the kitchen, and I sat down on the edge of the bed next to the front window (our dad's bed) and waited for him to return. My heart was pounding with excitement, and I felt a tingling sensation in my stomach. At the same time, though, I felt scared because of the seriousness of what we were doing and afraid we might get caught.
Larry came back in a few seconds, apparently satisfied that we wouldn't be disturbed. As he walked across the room, I felt that I should be lying down, so I stretched out on my back along the edge of the bed and either raised my head up or propped myself up on my elbows, so I could watch what he was going to do. He seemed eager to get started, and as he came into the space between the beds, he said, "Now I think I'll take up where Jerry and Ray didn't leave off." The tone of his voice made it clear that he had me right where he wanted me.
I remember feeling the movement of his hands against my stomach as he unbuckled my belt. Since the front of my pants was stretched tightly over my erection, my fly spread wide apart as he pulled down my zipper, exposing the huge underlying bulge in my underpants. If Larry hadn't already realized that we were significantly different "down there," he could tell it now, and he seemed curious about what he was going to see.
Eagerly gripping my pants, he tugged them down, and I raised my hips off the bed to make it easier for him. Then, with my pants around my thighs, he slipped his fingers under the waistband of my underpants and pulled them down as well, lifting the elastic and sliding it gently over my erection in one smooth, easy movement. I still remember the thrill of seeing and feeling that happen, and the exhilarating sensation of being exposed in front of my little brother.
Larry obviously was surprised at what he saw, because he opened his eyes wide in disbelief and whispered, "Wow!" as he stared down at my swollen penis. It was lying flat on my belly, stiff as a board and fully erect, pointing straight up toward my navel. I know it was about five inches long, because it had matured completely by that time, and that's what it measured in later years (rather modest, I'll admit). Compared to Larry's small penis, mine seemed huge and obscene. The pinkish-brown skin looked dark and raw against my white midsection, and my own circumcision showed as a wide band of discoloration around the shaft. The head was a dark purplish color, and it had swollen so tightly that the skin was smooth and shiny. Although I don't think Larry could see it from his angle, the slit had already oozed a little moisture.
I had a full crop of light brown pubic hair (it had been growing for almost three years) curling out from under the base of the shaft, then up and around on either side. The hairs also spread downward onto my pink scrotum, where they grew only sparsely. Since my legs were close together, the loose bag of skin rested high up between my thighs, with my balls right against the base of my erection. It was apparent that my left testicle was a good deal larger than the right one.
Larry seemed fascinated by my pubic hair, and he reached out and took a small lock of it between his thumb and forefingers, rubbing it back and forth gently to see how it felt. Satisfied with that, he gripped my erection lightly between his fingertips and lifted it about an inch, feeling the stiffness and the resistance against his pull. It was so tight against my belly that it would have been painful if he had tried to lift it any further. His touch was exciting, and my erection felt so sensitive that I thought it might explode. Larry seemed amazed at its relatively huge size, and it was obvious that he had never seen a fully-matured erection before.
Touching me that way must have embarrassed him, because he quickly put my erection back down and said he was through. He then moved away from the bed, and I pulled up both my underpants and my pants, then fastened and zipped up my fly. I had my belt buckled and was off the bed in a matter of seconds.
The entire episode had lasted only three or four minutes. I don't remember what we said or did next, but I think we must have separated right away, since it was obvious that we both felt guilty and scared by what had happened. Neither one of us ever mentioned the incident again, although we came close to repeating the same kind of thing a few times. I was always afraid that Larry would tell someone about what we had done and that I would be the one to get in trouble, because I was the oldest. As far as I know, this was the first time Larry ever saw my penis, and it definitely was the first time another person saw my erection.
March 2008