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Swiss village
I'm Andreas Baumann I grew up on a farm near a Swiss village. Our family farm was nestled among lush green meadows and towering snow-capped mountains. The air was crisp and fresh, carrying the sweet scent of wildflowers and pine trees. Many would say it was an idyllic setting, but it was a lonely place for a boy to grow up. Outsiders could easily imagine the family waking up each morning to the gentle sound of cowbells echoing through the valley. The cows being milked, the fresh eggs being collected from the chickens, and my parents tending the vegetable gardens growing in the rich mountain soil. Or imagine our family gathered in the cozy farmhouse, around a crackling fire at night. This was all largely true.
We lived a few kilometres from the village, and I wished I had more friends close by. My brother, Karl was five years older than me and the age gap was awkward at times, I was sure he wished I was older. Karl and I played together a lot when we were smaller, but he wouldn't allow me to touch some of his more intricate Lego sets. I idolised my big brother and would do anything to please him.
When we played war games, I was always the prisoner or the person coming off second best, I was the one who had to be tied with ropes. Karl had friends in town and would go on sleepovers and he also went on school camps. This was a wonderful escape for him, he enjoyed mixing with a crowd and I used to love hearing the stories about what they got up to on camps or sleepovers. I admired my big brother and wished I had a body like his. He was developing muscles, and he was losing his puppy fat.
When he was around twelve his dick started to grow, and his first pubic hair appeared. Karl's voice also started to change, and I began to get the whiff of his body odour. He was thirteen, my parents were at Church, and he sat me next to him. He pulled his dick out of his pyjama pants and showed me his erection. Karl told me that this was called a boner and that guys on camp had shown him how to masturbate (masturbieren).
I was fascinated and asked him to show me. I was very much in love with my brother and very excited to see his erection. He pulled his shorts down and fully exposed his dick. I examined it carefully; I followed the veins on the outside and admired his reddish glans. I watched him spit in his right hand and start to move it up and down his shaft.
"This is called masturbation Andreas and can make you feel good. It is hard to describe the build-up to the feeling. It is short and intense, there are tingling and shivering sensations that start in your groin area and spread along your spine."
Karl stretched his thirteen-year-old legs in front of him and continued to stoke. I asked him if I could try, and I got to touch his dick and stroke it. It was sensational sitting next to Karl doing this and my little dick was hard in my pants.
Karl told me to pull off my shorts and my dick popped out and Karl grabbed it and started to stroke it. His hand covered my entire dick, and it felt good as he gently stroked me. Karl's dick seemed to swell a little in my hand. He gasped and his body jerked and blobs of cum shot out of his penis, and some went into my hand. Karl was breathing much faster as he started to wank me with some more urgency.
My body shook a few times as I felt tingling sensation. It was a dry orgasm, and it was something I had never experienced. As I grew older, I read about shivering feelings during the climax, waves of relaxation post-orgasm, and electric surges connecting mind-body-soul during ejaculation.
The relationship between Karl and I changed, and I spent a lot more time with him, and he taught me many new things. Some nights I would get into bed with Karl, to be close to him. I loved having my bare legs against his and having my torso next to his. My parents found us together in bed one morning and I said that I had had a bad dream.
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