I’m nineteen and Devin is twenty-one. We became step-brothers three years ago. We accepted that without any problem. After all, it was out of our hands and an accomplished fact, so why waste energy opposing it, plus there was no reason to. We all moved in together and Devin and I quickly adjusted to our new way of life. We got along well, and over time, although we didn’t exactly become best friends, we also didn’t feel like brothers. And yet there was something more.
We’ve both had girlfriends during those three years, but neither has had a special one, or one that lasted. We also got to know each other better and find the things we had in common. And we somehow found out we had one special thing. We both are highly sexual. I think that’s the term.
By that I mean when I jerk off I’m out of my mind. I go bananas just doing that. And I like to do it a lot. My cock stays half-hard almost all the time. As just two guys doing male-talk we found out we were both very similar. And the more we talked about it the more similar we seemed.
One afternoon about six months ago, more or less, we were both home alone and sitting on the sofa in the family room. I don’t even remember what we were talking about, but it had something to do with sex, I guess. Actually I’m pretty sure it did because of what happened next.
I probably was squeezing my dick through my pants and Devin was feeling his hard-on when he said, “Well, I gotta go jack off.”
I said, “Shit, I do too.”
“Well, fuck. If you’re gonna do it too, we might as well do it together,” he said.
I not only couldn’t think of a reason not to, but I thought, ‘Why sure, what could be better?’
I mean I had no qualms about pulling my dick out in front of Devin, but jerking it in front of him sounded even hotter. Or maybe it was seeing him jerk his. Whatever, we wasted no time getting out of our clothes. That’s right. We didn’t just pull our dicks out. We got naked.
Still sitting side by side on the sofa we started beating off. I mean there was no playing around trying to get hard. We were both as hard as steel before we had gotten our pants off. It turned out neither of us was cut, although out foreskin is different. He has more than me. His completely covers the head of his cock whereas mine doesn’t quite cover mine. As for size, there isn’t really much difference – maybe half an inch or less, both in length and going around. I think we both got pretty good-sized ones.
What I meant by our foreskin is we don’t need nothing to slick our cocks up. We quickly got into it and found out just how much we’re alike in the way we jerk off – and how we differ. We both make noise, and we’re both all over the place.
Once, when I was in high school, a friend I had at that time jacked off in front of me. I don’t even remember why now, but we’d been swimming in his backyard pool, and after we’d finished we’d gone into a kind of pool house they had and showered. I went to shower first and he started jacking off while I was taking my shower. When I came out of the bath dressed he was on the sofa beating off like crazy.
The reason I’m telling you this is he’s the only other person I’d ever seen do it, and I was amazed how different he was from me. He was completely rigid, like a corpse, his toes pointed, his head thrown back and his eyes rolled back in his head, beating his cock so hard it looked like it should hurt. After he came he was exhausted, and looked like he hadn’t enjoyed it.
I’m a squirmer, moving all over the place, moaning and gasping. Devin flails around a little less and he makes sounds sort of like “Umm” “Ugh” “S-h-e-e-i-t” or “F-u-u-u-c-k”.
Well, moving around like we did and sitting side by side we were touching each other, with Devin throwing his leg over mine.
Damn, when we came we both shot spunk all over ourselves and each other. You couldn’t tell whose shit was mine and whose was his, it was so mixed together. I mean, we couldn’t have just wiped it off. We had to go shower. But first when we finished shooting we took a couple of minutes to recover, and then broke out laughing.
“Fu-u-u-c-k, that was hot,” said Devin.
“Man, you got that right,” I said. “That’s the best fuckin’ shoot-off I ever had.”
Well, what would you expect? After that we did it all the time. Don’t ask me how many times we’ve done it in the last six months. God only knows. But there has been changes, or rather amplification. The first was we decided we needed someplace other than the sofa to really get into it. The perfect place turned out to be my mom’s and his dad’s queen-size bed. We can only do it when they aren’t home anyway. We just have to be careful not to get our jizz on their sheets.
We both would run our hands over our bodies, feeling ourselves up. Lying so close it was inevitable we’d end up one of us touching the other. Of course that felt good, so the other reciprocated. Then we continued, each time feeling up the others chest and stomach more. About the third or fourth time Devin got into it so much he reached over and started jacking my dick, and it felt so good I had to grab his. After that we did that all the time.
Usually after a few minutes one of us will stop jerking our own dick and concentrate on jerking the other’s. I mean one of us will get up on his knees next to the other, or between the other’s legs, and jack the other’s dick like crazy, and then flop back down and go back to beating our own, or mutually beating each other.
I like playing with my asshole while jacking. I don’t really finger-fuck myself, you know, I just kind of do it. If I’m on my knees jacking Devon’s dick, he’ll play with my asshole because he knows I like it. Or often he’ll put his head on my shoulder or chest while he jacks my dick, and I’ll spread my legs and he’ll reach down with his other hand and stick a finger in my hole. Damn, it feels good.
When I am jerking his dick he likes me to kind of pull on his sack and massage his nuts, but not too hard.
When we’re almost ready we always beat the other one until he cums. When I get ready to shoot off I’m panting like a dog, and thrashing all over the bed, my head flipping one way and then the other.
When I beat Devon off his body moves like he’s convulsing, but in a good way. I love watching him moving and trying to catch his breath. It’s like wave after wave passing through his body. And when he shoots it’s spurt after spurt, less each time, but about twelve different spurts. And my hand is so covered with his spunk that I’ve smeared it all over his dick before he’s through.
The whole thing’s like a game, but a fuckin’ hot sensuous one and there’s nothing like it. We still laugh a lot when we come back down. We enjoy it more than you can imagine. And don’t go getting any funny ideas. That’s all we do, and all we’re ever gonna do – of that I’m sure.
Right now I don’t have a girlfriend, but lately Devin’s been dating a waitress where he usually has lunch. I guess he’s fuckin’ her – I never asked. But that doesn’t put a damper on our jerking off. We like it too much, and as I said, we’re too sexual, or whatever you wanna call it, to stop. Besides, it’s just plain harmless sexy fun.
