Me and Daniel
It made me think of Daniel, sitting there in the dark. When we were kids, teenagers, it doesn't really matter how old we were. I was always just a year younger than Daniel. We were said to be two peas in a pod. Twelve months apart, to the day. Some people have said that we were twins, born twelve months apart.
Grandma said we were her two bookends, blond and brunette. Did she never stop once to wonder if calling me brunette turned me gay? So we have always been close. It was just the two of us, you know, Daniel and me. We were as thick as thieves, we did everything together.
Daniel used to come into my room late at night, on hot nights just in his jocks and watch TV in bed with me. I reckon all my young life I admired how sexy my older brother was. I remember in junior school, we used to have assembly in the yard. The oldest always stood at the front and the youngest at the back. I'm not sure why, it seems even odd to think they did it that way now. Consequently, I remember in grade four when I was admiring the sexy legs of the year ahead of me, in front of me. I always stared at the older boys legs in shorts. One day, in the height of summer, my eyes came to rest on a particularly sexy pair that day and I looked up and it was Daniel. I think that was the first time I got that, kind of, woodie feeling about Daniel.
The first time we tried pot, Daniel must have been around eighteen. Mum and dad were down the beach house. It was a rare thing that kind of behaviour in our teens. Daniel and I were quite studious and we never drank or took drugs. That came later, when the disillusion set in. "They" (the world of business) made the mistake of paying me a lot of money when I was young. (the cock sucking law industry) Then I had the luxury of being able to question it. You hit thirty and you realise there is a big con going on. No one really gives a shit about you, they only give a shit about how much money you bring in. The next ten years are going to be exactly the same as the last ten years, except more money and more expectations and more pressure, and you think... I thought, what for? My disillusionment.
It wasn’t until then that pot seemed a viable option, somewhere around mid twenty when you first get that feeling that you want to block some of "this" out. True, I’ve made up for it since. I got a taste for it. Sure. And I liked it. But what came first?
I’ve been trying to drag Daniel down ever since, the good doctor. The disillusionment, it is true. It is the best thing one over-achieving brother could do for his over-achieving sibling, don’t you think?
Daniel lay back against my bedhead, eye balls bleeding, just in his whitie undies. Mum dressed both my handsome brother and I in white Calvin Klien undies all our school life. What was she thinking? We were her two little models that she could play dress ups with. And she did. She told us that she wanted us to make a good impression on the girls? Her boys having nice undies to make a good impression on girls? Daniel couldn’t stop giggling. He boned up hard in his jocks. His fat bonner pushed against the inside of the white cotton. It was the first time I saw what a big cock my brother had.
Daniel could see that I was staring at his hard on. Daniel lay languidly back against my bedhead. I lay propped up on my side. It was the first time we were both staring at Daniel’s unquestionably big cock together. If Daniel didn’t know I was gay up until that point, he sure did after it. My unblinking stare, the way I swallowed hard, like I was hungry, like we both knew that I was wondering what it would taste like in my mouth.
My cock was like a gun in my undies.
He smiled and said. "It's pretty big, ay?" He laughed, that uncontrollable laugh of the stoned. Where everything is funny. He pulled the front of his undies down and pulled out the biggest, hardest most beautiful cock I had ever seen. He wouldn't let me touch it, when I reached out for it. He pushed my hand away.
"Josh, that would be pretty weird."
He just held it there and we both gazed at it. Thick all the way along, almost as thick at the head as it was at the base. He ran his hand up and down it lovingly, like he liked to do nothing better. We all know now that boys like doing nothing better.
I sat up next to him and got my cock out. They are both pretty much the same, funny that. It was the first time Daniel and I had a "whacking" race as we liked to call it.
I came first, don't you worry about that. But, Daniel came right after me. There was cum all over us. Daniel giggle and said, "I can't believe we just did that."
"No. Um. Why not. Wow," I said. (Or something like that) My head was spinning.
We cleaned off with a towel. And Daniel went back to his room.
Daniel, pretty much, discovered girls after that and that was that. He’s hot, my brother. And don’t you think the girls noticed around 17. I saw the way they looked at him in his gym shorts. I saw the way he looked at them.
Grandma said we were her two bookends, blond and brunette. Did she never stop once to wonder if calling me brunette turned me gay? So we have always been close. It was just the two of us, you know, Daniel and me. We were as thick as thieves, we did everything together.
Daniel used to come into my room late at night, on hot nights just in his jocks and watch TV in bed with me. I reckon all my young life I admired how sexy my older brother was. I remember in junior school, we used to have assembly in the yard. The oldest always stood at the front and the youngest at the back. I'm not sure why, it seems even odd to think they did it that way now. Consequently, I remember in grade four when I was admiring the sexy legs of the year ahead of me, in front of me. I always stared at the older boys legs in shorts. One day, in the height of summer, my eyes came to rest on a particularly sexy pair that day and I looked up and it was Daniel. I think that was the first time I got that, kind of, woodie feeling about Daniel.
The first time we tried pot, Daniel must have been around eighteen. Mum and dad were down the beach house. It was a rare thing that kind of behaviour in our teens. Daniel and I were quite studious and we never drank or took drugs. That came later, when the disillusion set in. "They" (the world of business) made the mistake of paying me a lot of money when I was young. (the cock sucking law industry) Then I had the luxury of being able to question it. You hit thirty and you realise there is a big con going on. No one really gives a shit about you, they only give a shit about how much money you bring in. The next ten years are going to be exactly the same as the last ten years, except more money and more expectations and more pressure, and you think... I thought, what for? My disillusionment.
It wasn’t until then that pot seemed a viable option, somewhere around mid twenty when you first get that feeling that you want to block some of "this" out. True, I’ve made up for it since. I got a taste for it. Sure. And I liked it. But what came first?
I’ve been trying to drag Daniel down ever since, the good doctor. The disillusionment, it is true. It is the best thing one over-achieving brother could do for his over-achieving sibling, don’t you think?
Daniel lay back against my bedhead, eye balls bleeding, just in his whitie undies. Mum dressed both my handsome brother and I in white Calvin Klien undies all our school life. What was she thinking? We were her two little models that she could play dress ups with. And she did. She told us that she wanted us to make a good impression on the girls? Her boys having nice undies to make a good impression on girls? Daniel couldn’t stop giggling. He boned up hard in his jocks. His fat bonner pushed against the inside of the white cotton. It was the first time I saw what a big cock my brother had.
Daniel could see that I was staring at his hard on. Daniel lay languidly back against my bedhead. I lay propped up on my side. It was the first time we were both staring at Daniel’s unquestionably big cock together. If Daniel didn’t know I was gay up until that point, he sure did after it. My unblinking stare, the way I swallowed hard, like I was hungry, like we both knew that I was wondering what it would taste like in my mouth.
My cock was like a gun in my undies.
He smiled and said. "It's pretty big, ay?" He laughed, that uncontrollable laugh of the stoned. Where everything is funny. He pulled the front of his undies down and pulled out the biggest, hardest most beautiful cock I had ever seen. He wouldn't let me touch it, when I reached out for it. He pushed my hand away.
"Josh, that would be pretty weird."
He just held it there and we both gazed at it. Thick all the way along, almost as thick at the head as it was at the base. He ran his hand up and down it lovingly, like he liked to do nothing better. We all know now that boys like doing nothing better.
I sat up next to him and got my cock out. They are both pretty much the same, funny that. It was the first time Daniel and I had a "whacking" race as we liked to call it.
I came first, don't you worry about that. But, Daniel came right after me. There was cum all over us. Daniel giggle and said, "I can't believe we just did that."
"No. Um. Why not. Wow," I said. (Or something like that) My head was spinning.
We cleaned off with a towel. And Daniel went back to his room.
Daniel, pretty much, discovered girls after that and that was that. He’s hot, my brother. And don’t you think the girls noticed around 17. I saw the way they looked at him in his gym shorts. I saw the way he looked at them.
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