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My sister Amy is graduating from High School today. My parents
are there, but I was not invited. Amy doesn't want me around.
In fact she hasn't talked to me in almost three years. My
parents know their is a rift between us but they have never
been able to get us to talk about it. I would think that they
could have figured it out. It all happened the weekend Amy
had her boyfriend spend the weekend with our family.

His name was Bruce. He was 18. A blonde shaggy haired Adonis
with blue eyes, a big genuine smile, a six foot slightly
muscular frame, and lightly tanned skin.

The first time I saw him was when Amy brought him home to
introduce him to our parents. I was in the background watching
the intro. I was staring. I couldn't help it. His face, his
body, his motion, his speech, it was all hypnotizing.

I was 18 also. I had a reputation as a stud. I was on my
third girlfriend. Each one was a hot babe. There were all kind
of rumors about me and how many girls I had done it with.

Unfortunately I was still a virgin. Not to mention these girls
could afford the best in clothing and makeup.
They came from the best families, which meant they had
been educated to be weary of horny boys trying to get into
their pants. Even my success on the basketball team wouldn't
get me any further than a kiss on my dates. I was very
frustrated.

My sex life consisted of internet porn sites and my left
hand.

I never had any interest in other boys. I showered with Boys
five days a week. Yes, I looked, carefully, the different
looks and sizes, but absolutely no interest.

Bruce and I were about the same height and build. I have dark
brown hair and eyes. My legs a little more muscular than
Bruce's, both our waist at 31 inches and our arms and
shoulders almost identical.

When it was my turn to say hello, my heart was pounding. I felt
very strange. I had never felt like this before.

"Bruce, this is my brother Shawn. Shawn this is Bruce."
said Amy.

I just shook his hand, said hello, and said I had to go.
The whole thing was very confusing to me.

The next time I saw Bruce, he and Amy were standing next to the
dining room table leaning over to read something. I was in the
living room sitting on the couch. Through an archway between
the rooms I had an unobstructed side view of them. Bruce's hand
was on Amy's back gently rubbing her neck. He had on a pair of
loose dress pants. He always dressed well. As I watched, I
thought I was hallucinating as the front of his pants began to
tent. I blinked to make sure what I was seeing. I looked away
and then looked back. The tent was sticking straight out and
impossible to miss. With his other hand he sort of brushed his
boner trying to get it to move upward against his body instead
of straight out. It took two attempts. The boner was still
there, just a bit less obvious. Slowly the bulge dissolved, in
his pants.

I on the other hand had a ranging hard on in mine. They
left the room. I sat there breathing hard and adjusting
myself, wondering why the whole thing had turned me on so
much.

My parents came into the living room and gently broke the news
to me that Bruce would be staying with us this coming weekend
and would I mind if he slept in my room on a rollaway bed. They
thought I might be pissed. Indeed my face my have had a grimace
on it when they told me. But that was to stop me from throwing
a boner in front of my parents.

I went to my room. locked the door and laid on my bed. My head
was spinning. In just a few days I would be sharing my bedroom
with Bruce. I imagined sitting on my bed watching him undress.
I started to rub my boner through my pants. I pulled the zipper
down and slipped my hand into my pants and through the slit in
my boxers. I rubbed my fingers on my shaft and closed my eyes.
I pushed my pants off and the my boxers and began to stroke my
meat.

I imagined Bruce standing in front of me with his tented pants
as he watched me stroke. He pulls down his zipper and sticks his
hand in his pants and starts rubbing.

My cock erupted, sperm flew everywhere. My hand was covered, my
stomach, my face. The best cum I had shot in a long time. Over
a boy. Fuck. But I have a girlfriend? I think about girls all
time. I visit girly web sites. Geez.

The next day at school was Thursday. I was filled with
distraction. I felt like a dog in heat. Every class I sat with
a boner thinking about seeing Bruce undress in front of me. I
was obsessed with the idea of seeing Bruce undress, Then it hit
me. I don't want to just see him undress in front of me. I want
to see him naked. I want to see his cock. I want to see his
boner. What is it going to take to get him out of his shorts.

At home after school I started to piece together my plan to
make Bruce so horny that he'd drop his shorts. I started on the
computer going to porn sites looking for the right kind of
photos. I was looking for photos of a guy jerking while a girl
did something. Or threesomes where a guy was fucking a girl or
a guy getting a blow job from a girl while a guy watched. I
hoped that would send a message it was OK for a guy to whip
out his dick in front of another guy.

The best sites were bisexual sites although most series of
shots lead to guys doing stuff with each other. I had to be
careful not to show those. I didn't want Bruce to get paranoid
or pissed. I made sort of a map on paper that reminded me how
many photos I could click thru on each site before I hit
something gay-ish.

But would that be enough. I thought for a while, then a very
devilish thought entered my head. I waited until an hour
before bedtime. I snuck into my sisters room, turned on her web
cam, made it private, set up a password and then turned off the
computer screen. With any luck my sister wouldn't realize her
web cam was on. I went back to my room and logged into her
web cam. I started a program to record the web cam.

What happened next was better than anything I could have
hoped for. She entered her bedroom, undressed into her undies,
got on the bed and made a phone call. I hoped and guessed
she was calling Bruce. As she talked for a few minutes she
began to feel her tits thru her bra. Then her hand went to
her stomach and massaged just above her panties. Then her
hand slid down into her panties.

I have to admit, I got hard watching my sister touch herself.
Of course I couldn't help but fantasize that Bruce was
watching this with me.

Amy hung up the phone and removed her panties. She began
fingering herself as I played with my cock. I recorded 10
great minutes of her doing this before she reached over and
turned off the lights. The thought of how horny Bruce would
get watching my sister do herself set of another eruption
of cum all over my computer desk and computer screen.

I sat back in my chair enjoying the after glow and feeling
confident that I had what I needed to push Bruce over the
edge. After all, it pushed me over the edge.

Friday school was unbearable. I watched the clock constantly
trying to edge forward every minute. Of course the day
lagged on for all eternity. I can't remember anything that
happened that school day. I was like a zombie.

Finally school was over. The bus ride home seemed to take
five hours. When I got home I showered, dressed and ran
through the web sites one more time. I viewed the movie I
made of my sister. I was ready.

I went down stairs to try to relax. My mother was cooking,
my father was watching the news. Amy wasn't home yet.

Me "Dad, where's Amy."

Dad "She's helping Bruce get his stuff. His parents will
drive them over."

Me "oh"

Dad "You know if sharing your room with Bruce is a problem,
we can have him sleep on the couch."

Me "NO. Um. It would be so uncomfortable for him and maybe
embarrassing, you know."

Dad "Amy's lucky to have a brother like you"

It should have made me feel guilty, but I was thinking
with my dick head. It had no sense of guilt.

Amy and Bruce finally arrived and we had a quiet family evening
of dinner, TV and Monopoly. Throughout the night my stomach
turned over a thousand times as I anticipated the game and the
risk that I was about to undertake. Think about it, if I
screwed up, if Bruce got pissed at me, he would tell Amy, who
would tell my parents, who would, well who knows what they
would do. But it wouldn't be fun.

Finally, bed time.

I went to my room, sat on the bed watching TV waiting for Bruce
who was saying goodnight to Amy. Finally Bruce appeared in the
doorway. "Man am I tired." He walked over to the rollaway bed
and sat down. He also started watching the TV.

OK, so how do I get this thing going, I hadn't really thought
about that. I undressed down to my shorts and then laid down
on my bed on top of the covers on my back and watched TV.

A few minutes later, Bruce reached into his bag of clothing and
pulled out what looked like pajamas and went into the bathroom.

"SHIT" I muttered to myself. This isn't going to be as easy as
I thought.

He came back out wearing on a pajama bottom and carrying his
clothes that he dropped on the floor next to his bed. He laid
down on the bed and watched TV.

I don't remember the exact conversation, but he started some
polite conversation asking me about the basketball team. We
talked for a while as I flipped through the TV channels trying
to think of a segway to sex. Finally I flipped to a channel
that showed some minor nudity. It was an R rated movie channel.
I left it there and watched. Finally a boob appeared on the
screen.

Bruce: "Cool, you parents don't block any channels."

Me: "No, they didn't even think of it. But its nothing like
what I get on the Internet."

It wasn't planned, but I suddenly realized I had brought up sex
on the internet, and it worked.

Bruce: "Your parents don't block any sites!?"

Me: "Nope. They wouldn't even know how."

Bruce: "Geez, I've never seen any porn sites."

Me: "Would you like to."

Bruce gritted his teeth like he was struggle with himself. Then
he sorted breathed out, "Yeah"

I had to control myself and not seem to anxious. Porn sites
were not knew to me, but they were to Bruce. I sat in the
computer chair and realized that there was no second chair.
Turned out well, my side view was the slit in his pajama
bottom.

I went to an R rated site first. Just naked women, boobs
and pussy. These meager pictures were having an effect on
Bruce. His pajama's started to tent. I was already hard, but I
had my free arm laid across my crotch to hide it, for the
moment. Bruce seemed unaware of his bulge.

I moved to a straight X rated site. College boys fucking
college girls. Lots of penetration. Bruce brushed his bulge a
few times to stop it from sticking straight out and tried to
get it to aim up. He saw me watching him do it.

Bruce: "Sorry man."

Me: "It's OK dude, I have the same problem."

I removed the arm covering my crotch and looked down at myself.
My boxers were pushed upward. Actually, the piss slit had a
gaping whole and part of my shaft was visible.

I looked up at Bruce. He was staring at my crotch, looked at
me, and then nervously moved his eyes back to the screen.

The next site was one of the Bi-Sites. The first image was two
guys standing side by side with hardons. A girl on her knees
licking one of the cocks.

Bruce: "Damn!!"

I think I giggled. I couldn't help it. I knew what these
pictures were doing to him.

That's when I saw it, a small wet stain at the edge of his
bulge. Pre-Cum. YES. He was on fire.

I looked down at my crotch. A much bigger wet stain. I was
leaking like a faucet.

The next step was daring. It was, I believed the line in the
sand. If I get Bruce to cross it, anything would be possible.
I put my hand on my bulge and slipped my thumb through the slit
and let it rub the shaft.

Through a reflection on the screen, I could see Bruce looking
downward, not at the screen. I wasn't positive, but i thought
he was watching me rub myself.

The next picture I clicked on showed two naked guys laying side
by side on a bed as a girl masturbated both of them.

I saw movement out of the side of my vision. I dared not look.
I didn't want to spook him. I moved my head slightly enough to
the side to see that Bruce had slid his hand into his pajamas.

I had a few dozen more pictures to show him, but decided it
was time to bring out the killer film.

Me: "I can show you something, but you have to promise
never, ever to mention it."

Bruce: "What's it about."

He pulled his hand out of his shorts. Shit. He's suspicious.
He probably thinks I'm going to show him a gay pic.

Me: "Its Amy."

Bruce: "What?"

Me: "Its Amy."

Bruce. "Shit. I don't know."

Long pause.

Bruce: "OK."

I started the film. There was dead silence as we watched Amy
touching her breasts. Then Amy slips her hand down her panties.

Bruce: "Oh my God."

Bruce slid his hand back into his pajama bottom.

Yes!! It was time for some skin. I pushed my boxer slit open.
My cocked popped out. I put my hand around the shaft and
started stroking. Pre-cum covered my hand in seconds.

In the reflection I could see Bruce looking at the screen,
then looking down, then looking at the screen.

On the screen, Amy pushed her panties down exposing her small
bush.

Bruce: "Holy FUCK."

Suddenly, Bruce pushed his pajama's down exposing a slick
coated boner. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, stroked
it twice, and suddenly cum started flying everywhere. He
stoked feverishly as pulse after pulse of gew hit the desk,
the screen and the floor. He grunted when he started to shoot,
now he was just breathing as if he had just run a four minute
mile. His dick softened.

I was still strocking and staring at his soaked soft dick when
I went off. This time the grunts were mine. The gew was mine.
My cum covered his cum on the desk and the screen. I tried to
catch my breath as quickly as I could. I knew I would have
to do some damage control.

Bruce: "Sorry man. I, I, mean, Sorry."

I started laughing.

Me: "My poor computer. Its so abused."

Bruce started to laugh but he stood awkwardly. He couldn't pull
up his pjs because his crotch was soaked. He couldn't even
reach for them because his hand was covered with cum.

I got up from the chair, pushed off my boxers and walked
nakedly toward the bathroom.

Me: "I'll get us some towels."

When I came back, Bruce was now standing naked.

Bruce: "I got some on my pj's."

I handed him a towel. We stood side by side drying our crotches.
I was in heaven. It was even better than I had fantasized.
I not only saw his boner but I saw him shoot. And I was naked
with him and he didn't mind. SCORE. I had accomplished my goal.

I started wiping off the computer screen.

Me: "My poor computer. If it could only talk."

Bruce: "I'm glad it can't"

I got out a new pair of boxers and put them on. Bruce grabbed
a pair of boxers out of his bag and put them on. We both got
back into our beds and silently watched TV.

I was content and happy, actually looking forward to lights
out so I could dream about what had happened. It was almost a
half hour later when I notice a bulge in Bruce's boxers.

I looked at Bruce.

Me: "And what are you thinking about."

Bruce sort of raised his eyebrows to me.

Bruce: "Can we look at some more sites."

BOING. I had an Instant hard on.

I moved back to the computer seat. Bruce stood beside me with
a semi tenting his shorts. Boxer slits are better than PJ's.
I could see his shaft.

I clicked on Explorer and took him back to the Bi-sites.
I still had more to show him.

A series of shots of a threesome. Two guys and a girl. The guys
took turns fucking her while the other guy stroked.

His boner edge its way up and then out of his boxers.
Bruce made no effort to hide it.

I decided to try going further into the bi-sites. One shot
showed a girl on her knees sucking on the head of a penis.
Another guy is holding the penis feeding it to her.

Silence.

I switch to another picture of a guy kneeling over a girl.
He's on all fours. She's sucking his dick. Another man is
standing in front of the man's face, his cock just an inch away.

The next step, a short streaming video that showed a guy and
a girl kneeling before another guy. Both the girl and the
guy are licking his shaft.

Bruce started to move, he carefully lowered his boxers, over
his boner and down to his knees. He took his dick in his hand
and started to stroke.

I decided it was now or never. I reached over and started
fondling Bruce's balls. He stopped stroking, but only for a
second and then went back to it.

I moved my hand up to the bottom of his shaft. He let go of
dick. I now had the whole thing in my hand and I stroked it
gently.

Precum was oozing out the top. I was compelled to taste it. I
like the head of his cock and cleaned off the precum.

Bruce: "Ohhhhh Ohhhhh"

Talk about encouragement. I started licking the head of his
cock like it was an ice cream cone.

Bruce: "Ohhh Ohhh Ohh"

I stopped to take a look. His cock was bobbing around as if it
had a life of it own. I opened my mouth and down I went about
half way down his shaft. I closed my lips around the pole and
slid back up and off the head.

Bruce: "Dude I, I,"

I went back down on it and up. Down and up.

Bruce leaned backward.

Bruce: "I'm, I'm"

He was loud. To loud, it worried me for a second but I
couldn't stop.

Bruce: "Cumming"

I could feel his cock vibrate with my lips. Warm liquid
filled my mouth. I liked it and kept on going up and down
on his cock.

Bruce: "Ahhh"

spurt

Bruce: "Ahhhh"

Spurt

Bruce: "Ahh"

Small Spurt

Bruce "ah"

Small Spurt

Bruce leaned over put one hand on my desk and breathed
loud and heavy.

I sucked until his dick went soft in my mouth then I
reluctantly let it go.

Bruce took two steps backward and sat on my bed. He stared at
the ceiling. I was staring at him. He was drained, satisfied.
A calm drifted over him.

I was satisfied as well. I hadn't shot my load, but my dick was
soft and I was happy as hell. I had tasted him. I had tasted
his cock. I had tasted his cum. These were things I could not
have fantasized.

I sat back in my chair and relaxed, and watched. Bruce stopped
looking at the ceiling and look at me. He let out a loud quick
laugh.

Bruce: "I can't believe you did that. I can't believe how it
felt."

He dropped his head down between his naked knees, his arms on
his legs.

Bruce: "Damn, Damn"

He looked up at me, he was smiling a strange smile,
he was staring at me.

Bruce: "Can I, umm, can I click on a site."

Me: "OK"

This was strange. His balls were empty but he wanted
to look at more sites???

I got up from the chair, Bruce took my place and sat down.

He looked at the screen for about four or five seconds but
didn't reach for the mouse. He looked up at me with that same
weird smile.

Bruce: "I don't know man, I don't know."

Was he talking to me or to himself? He looked back to the
screen for a few more seconds and then he looked at my boxers.
He reached over and yanked them down. What the fuck was he
doing.

He reached out, very tentative and started feeling my balls.
My chin was buried into my chest watching in total disbelief.
My cock grew and grew as he played. It was now hard and staring
Bruce right in the face. My balls were burning for relief.

Staring straight at my cock I barely heard him ask,

Bruce: "So what does it taste like."

Before I could answer I saw and felt his tongue touch my shaft.
I sucked my breath in. He licked up and down the shaft. Over
and over. I thought to myself "So this is what heaven feels
like."

He stopped. He backed off. He looked.

Bruce: "Well, if you can do it...."

He opened his mouth and dove down on my dick. I had to fight
myself to keep breathing. He sucked up the shaft and off and
then back on again. He was mimicking what I had done to him.
He started to move his mouth up and down my shaft in a nice
slow rhythm.

I must have closed my eyes because I couldn't see anymore. I
felt the heat building, I felt my cock swelling, my stomach
muscles tightened.

Me: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Bruce wasn't loud, I was loud.

Me: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

Over and over and over. It felts like my guts were pouring out
of my body.

It started to ease but Bruce continued to suck. He finally let
go of my dick and I stepped backwards and fell on my bed. I
don't remember how long I stared at the feeling when I felt
someone touching me.

Bruce: "Hey, are you OK?"

I did have my wits about me and was able to make a joke.

Me: "Am I dead? is this heaven?"

Bruce: "Oh, Come on. I wasn't that good."

Me. "I have never felt anything like that in my life."

Bruce: "Now you know how you made me feel. I wanted you
to feel the same thing."

Me: "I can't believe you did that"

Bruce: "Did what?"

Bruce pulled the down the blanket off my bed, and pulled
some of it out from under me. He pulled my body up into the my
bed, laid down next to me, pulled the blanket over us.

Bruce: "The other bed isn't comfortable. Let's get some sleep."

And to think it was only Friday night.
I either passed out or fell asleep.