Chapter 1

I realized I needed to figure out how to handle this with Shane.

I was going to confront my younger brother about sex!

It’s the most natural thing in the world when your both much the same age, but I’m a twenty-three-year-old homosexual and Shane is only just fourteen. But I have a feeling Shane is also Gay.

If he is, then there is a whole world we can share together!

I decided the thing to do was to let Shane know there was nothing wrong with his sexual feelings. Only then would he feel comfortable talking about it; and sharing it with me.

But how to broach the subject without being too direct? I feared he might turn his back on me with embarrassment! Whatever I did had to appear to be natural and unchallenging.

The following evening was the simple routine we had of a bedtime story in my room when he was ready.

After he’d got into his nightshirt, he’d given me a yell, “OK – I’m ready now Tom!”

I joined him on my bed; giving him a little tickle in his ribs. “Ok Shane, I’m ready too!”

It released Shane’s hidden excitement, with him reaching over and tickling me in my stomach!

That unleashed a tickle-fest, with squirming and rolling giggles from both of us! It culminated in Shane laughing as he fell off the side of the bed with his feet kicking!

And there it was! In full view; his rampant cock!

For a moment I was stunned! It was simply gorgeous!

Shane leapt back up on the bed for more tickling; which is just what he got from me; with him squirming back and forth, rolling this way and that, trying to get away from my tickling fingers.

Then, his kicking caused his vest to ride up above his hips!

Suddenly his cock was fully exposed, and I immediately stopped tickling! And staring at his erection I exclaimed,

“Oh my Shane! Looks like I’ve gotten you pretty excited!” I chuckled.

Shane blushed and adjusted his vest down. But he smiled too,

“I know my thingy’s stiff Tom! But I can’t help it when you tickle me!”

I smiled, “Shane, there’s no need to feel ashamed when you’re with me. In fact I like to see your thingy!”

“But why does it get hard Tom?” he said in a hushed tone.

“It happens now your older, when your sexually excited! That’s a good thing - not bad Shane; and it’s a gift from God!”

“So ... you don’t mind if my ‘thingy’ gets hard in front of you?” he asked.

“Nope,” I said. “Providing your safely at home; say in your bedroom or bathroom.”

“What about here in your room?”

I stared at him; “Well ... yes; that’s okay too.”

He reached down and lifted his nightshirt, “Tom, is my thingy ok?”

My brother was presenting his penis to me; and it was beautiful.

My cock juiced up heavily, and found myself whispering to him,

“Yes! ... and he deserves a better name than thingy! Shall we call him Little Jock?” My hand went and curled around Little Jock!

I could feel my head pounding. I was becoming intoxicated with feelings supressed for years.

I’d never again wanted to make myself vulnerable to a grown man again, but this was different. I was 23 now; and this was my own little brother! It just seemed so natural to help him with sex?

“Do you ever play with Little Jock like this?” I asked in a husky voice.

“Well ... yeh ... when I go to the bathroom and stuff.” he said.

“Yes, but do you play with Jock until he’s sick? ... what I mean is masturbate?”

I thought introducing him to masturbation, might better enable him to relieve his sexual urges; which is always healthier than holding it in.

“What do you mean masturbate? ... Can you show me Tom?”

Shane had practically begged me to masturbate him! I felt a strong panic run through me, but I needed to stay calm at this critical stage of instruction!

And as an older brother, wasn’t it was my duty to help him understand the basic things about his natural urges?

I just smiled a little and whispered, “ Ok; just close your eyes and relax for me Shane.”

He closed his eyes, and I reached out with my right thumb and first two fingers - and lightly took hold of his proud Jock.

The instant my fingers came into contact, Shane flinched!

To help him relax, and because it would stimulate him, I lightly caressed his shoulders, neck and head with my left hand.

Then I began the masturbation lesson; lightly and slowly gliding my fingertips up and down his little Jock.

Shane was responding to my touch with heavy breathing.

Then began the reflexively tightening of his pelvis with each downstroke of my hand.

My face was sweating, “Good Boy Shane! You’re doing great!” I cried.

I decided to speed up a little, so I tightened my grip slightly and pumped a little faster.

Shane’s breathing became more rapid, and I could see his stomach muscles tightening. I was getting so excited with a real boner! A wave of shame flushed over me; but then passed.

I knew I’d crossed a taboo-line that I shouldn’t have; but I just couldn’t help myself!