Date: Sat, 14 May 2011 01:19:54 +1030 From: Scott Grey <email@example.com> Subject: A Helping Hand - Part 2 It's been a few weeks since my big brother jerked me off. I still can't get over that. My big brother. Jerking me off. I'd hoped it would have become a daily thing for him to do, but he never brought it up. At least he was nicer to me now, though. But that's not what was important. What was important, was that I got my cast taken off a few days ago. As if he could read my mind, the doctor had told me to go easy with my arm, but like THAT was ever going to happen. Since it came off, I'd been masturbating multiple times a day. Before I broke my arm, I generally did it twice a day. Now though, I was managing it at LEAST four times a day. Making up for lost time, I tell myself. By the end of the day, I feel like I've drained myself completely dry. But then I always manage to shoot one more load when I'm lying in bed. It's been a pretty great few days. For me at least. It was the other day, back at school, when the rumours started circulating. I only heard bits and pieces, but then a friend of mine filled me in. Turns out my brother's girlfriend had been cheating on him. Not just with one guy either, four of them. And not just ANY guys, but my brothers so called best friends. They'd been screwing around behind his back and somehow it had gotten out and now my brother was a laughing stock. Even though he'd done nothing wrong, people still thought he was an idiot for not knowing something was going on. Needless to say, he'd been in a pretty bad mood the last couple of days, mostly staying in his room. I try to talk to him on the rare occasion I see him outside his room, but he usually ignores me. I want to help cheer him up, but he won't let me get a word in. I keep thinking about the promise I made him, to pay him back for getting me off, but.. it's kind of hard to just bring up. Hey Luke, sorry your girlfriend was a total bitch, want a hand job? Seems a bit insensitive. But I still want to do it, I just need to find the right time. I'm sitting in the lounge room, watching TV when I hear Luke coming down the stairs. Our parents are still at work, so it's just the two of us. He walks down the hallway and disappears into the kitchen. I think about whether I should go in after him, but before I can make up my mind he's already on his way back, drink in hand. "Hey.." I tentatively try. "Hey." Comes the reply, although he doesn't stop or turn to look at me. Still, it's the most he's said to me in days. Progress. This could be my chance. I hop up off the couch and head upstairs, stopping outside Luke's firmly shut door. I try to think how best to approach this, but can't really think so I just decide to wing it. I knock on his door. "What." comes the short reply. He didn't tell me to fuck off, so I take it as an invitation to go in. I open the door and step inside, trying to look confident but pretty much failing. Luke is lying on his bed, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, flipping through a magazine. Not a porno though. That probably would have made things easier. He looks over at me as I close the door and start to make my way closer to him. "Whaddya want, Sam?" he says, looking back at his magazine. I move over and sit down on his bed, crossing my feet under me. "Uh.. I just.. I wanted to see how you were doing?" I try. He shoots me a look. "How do you think I'm doing?" he snaps. Okay, that was a stupid question. My bad. "Sorry.. It's just, you can talk to me, you know? We're brothers, we're supposed to talk about things like this.." "Right, because you've got so much experience when it comes to having a girlfriend and finding out she's been fucking all your friends?" he says, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, okay, so I don't know what it's like, but that doesn't mean you can't talk to me about it. I mean, it's gotta be better than just sitting up here alone, sulking all day, right?" He's quiet for the longest time, just staring at me, before he let's out a sigh. "Look, I know you're trying to help Sam, but what can I say? I'm pissed off, I'm embarrassed, I'm upset. Yeah, I didn't think we'd be together forever or anything like that, but, you know, I was hoping it'd end a bit quieter than it did." My heart breaks a little, seeing him like this. He doesn't deserve this happening to him. He's a great, fun loving guy who's always nice to everyone. But now everyone is laughing at him. People are such jerks. I realize I've been quiet for a bit too long and start to speak up, but Luke cuts me off. "So what did you want, Sam?" he asks again, though it's not unkindly. "I just.. miss hanging out with you, is all. We had fun over the last few weeks.." I start, thinking how best to continue. I look at my arm and start to move it around a little. "My arm is pretty much back to normal now" I say, flexing my fingers for effect. "That's great, Sam, I'm really happy for you." "Yeah... I've spent the last few days breaking it in again.." I say, watching Luke out the corner of my eyes. I see a small smile form on his face. "Yeah, I'll bet you have" he says with a soft laugh. "You know.. I haven't forgotten about the promise I made to you?" I say slowly. I watch as Luke raises an eyebrow. "You still thinkin' about that?" he says with a smile. "Well... yeah, it's not every day you get a hand job from your big brother. It's kind of on my mind a lot. In a good way, I mean.." "Sam, you know I said you don't need to pay me back, I was just helping you out while your arm was out of action." "Yeah, and now I wanna help YOU out." I say, looking him straight in his amazing blue eyes. "What, you think because I don't have a girlfriend anymore I'm completely useless? I'm a big boy Sammy, I can take care of myself." "No, I know, but.. well.. I wanna help take your mind off things then?" I hate that I get so tongue tied when I'm nervous. Luke is quiet for a moment, watching my face and I feel myself starting to go red. This was a bad idea. Maybe if I leave now, he'll forget I ever came in. "Alright then, let's get to it." He says suddenly. I'm stunned. "W-what?" I stammer. He laughs. "You come in here wanting to jerk me off, and when I give you the go ahead you try to act all innocent?" "I just thought it'd take more convincing, you didn't seem too into it" He flashes me his brilliant smile. "I was just teasin' ya, Sammy. I'm 17 years old, like I'm going to knock back an offer for a handjob!" I feel a little stupid for being so gullible. He always manages to get the best of me. I consider trying to get him back, but refusing to do it now, but I'm interrupted by him sitting up and pulling his shirt off. My eyes are immediately drawn to his perfect athletic chest as he lies back down, resting his hands underneath his head. His chest is completely bare, except for the necklace he always wears. The necklace I got him for his birthday way back when he turned 12. It was just a black cord with a metallic 'L' hanging off it, that right now was perfectly centered between his nipples. I remember thinking it was the coolest thing in the world when I saw it at a market stall I was at with my mum and I knew it would be the best birthday present ever. I'd begged mum to let me borrow the money for it and I'd pay her back by doing extra chores at home, so she'd reluctantly handed over the cash for it, all of five dollars. So it was just a cheapo piece of junk really, but I was 10, I didn't know any better. And Luke had seemed pretty stoked by it when I proudly gave it to him on his birthday. I'm sure he was just acting for my benefit, but whatever. The fact that he's worn it ever since always makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when I think about it. "Well? Are you gonna get started or what?" Luke says, snapping me out of my trip down memory lane. "Right, sorry" I say, shaking my head clear. I move my hands to top of his jeans and undo the button, followed by the zipper. Just the thought of what I'm about to do is getting me hard. I tug the jeans down to his knees and go to stop, but he tells me to keep going. "Take 'em right off." He says, and I realize he wants to be completely naked for this. Fine by me. I keep pulling them down, and stand up so I can pull them off completely easier. So now Luke is flat on his back, hands behind his head wearing nothing more than his black boxer-briefs. I can already see the large bulge he has in there. I slip my fingers under the waist band and he lifts his hips slightly, so I can get them down. I slowly pull them down and there it is. My brothers cock. It's not completely hard yet, but it's getting there. I tug his underwear the rest of the way off and drop them onto the floor with his jeans. I look back at my brother. My brother, lying completely naked in front of me, waiting for my touch. "Have at it, Sammy" he says, settling himself in on the bed, smile plastered on his face. I move over and sit down on the bed beside him, in line with his knees. I reach my hand out and let it hover over him for a moment. This is it. I slowly wrap my fingers around his shaft and he lets out a soft sigh. Oh wow, this is actually happening. I don't move, I just hold his cock for a while, feeling the incredible heat in my hand, feeling as it grows bigger by the second. I can't take my eyes off it. I've seen it many, many times before, but never up this close, and certainly never in my hand. I swear it's actually gotten bigger since the last time I saw it. "You gonna do anything? Or just stare at it?" Luke says, and my eyes dart up to his face, meeting his. He looks his normal confident self, but I can see a desperation behind his eyes. He wants this just as bad as I do. I slowly begin to move my hand up and down, and I watch as his smile spreads even bigger and he closes his eyes. "Mmm.." he sighs. I smile to myself and can feel my own cock throbbing in my pants. I return my attention down to Luke's. We're both uncut, so I decide to start out doing something I like. I stroke downwards, pulling his foreskin all the way down, as far as it goes, before bringing my hand back up, covering his head again. "Mm, yeah, that's good.." he mumbles. I keep going, slow, deep strokes, listening to Luke's deepening breaths. I bring my hand to a stop, just beneath his head, so I can rub my thumb over its tip, spreading the pre-cum that is leaking out. His hips buck a little as I move my thumb all around. I begin to stroke him again, quicker this time, getting him all worked up. He's moaning almost non stop and I've gotta say, the fact that it's because of me he's moaning is turning me on so bad, I can feel myself starting to leak pre-cum of my own. "Oh god that feels good.." Luke says, arching his back. I look at his flexing muscles and place my free hand on his chest, pushing him back down. I've always wanted to touch my brother's chest so I take advantage of the moment. I keep up my pace jerking him, while I start to slowly massage his chest with my left hand. His chest is so firm under my hand, I feel jealous. I wish I had a body like his. I keep up my exploring, letting my fingers rub his hard nipples. This elicits a short gasp from him, so I keep it up. I gently squeeze his left nipple, drawing another moan from him. He moves his right hand from under his head and places it on my arm, gripping it, rubbing it up and down as I continue to play with his nipple. "Yeah, that's it, keep goin.." he sighs. I think I might actually end up blowing my own load, the way he's gripping me. I remember when Luke did me, how he suddenly stopped, so I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine and take my hand away from his cock. "Fuck, what're you doing??" he shouts, eyes flying open, shooting me a questioning look. I smirk down at him, letting him squirm for a bit before picking his cock back up again. He lets out a sigh of relief, rubbing his face with his hands as I jerk my fist up and down as fast as I can. "Oh man, oh man, you're gonna make me cum so bad" he moans as I keep going. I watch as his balls bounce up and down with my movements. I can't resist, so I grab them with my left hand and lightly tug on them. They feel great in my hand, big and heavy. I roll them around a bit before letting go again. Luke is gripping the pillow behind his head now, while he thrusts up into my hand. "Oh fuck yeah, baby, keep goin'" he groans. Baby. Is he thinking about his ex? I can't blame him if he is, but I wish it was me he was focusing on. I feel a little silly. He's had hand jobs before, blow jobs and even had sex. I'm probably not even doing that great a job. "You're fuckin' incredible Sam" he says, as if he could read my mind. I feel myself beaming. Okay, he's thinking about me. I slow my pace a little bit, teasing him the way he did to me. His cock is rock hard in my hand, I can feel it pulsing, he's going to blow any second. I decide he's suffered enough and plan to finish him off. "Ohh I'm gonna cum, Sammy, I'm gonna cum!" he moans, biting down on his bottom lip. I'm jerking him as quick as I can, watching as his muscles begin to tighten up. I feel like I'm about to cum, without even touching myself. I've leaked so much pre-cum there's an obvious dark patch on my jeans. Luke is panting now, writhing at my touch and it's blowing my mind that I'm the one making him feel like this. He starts to buck his hips up and down, his muscles are completely tense and I know this is it. "Ohhhhh fuck fuck fuck" he shouts as he starts to cum. The first rope of cum flies straight up into the air before tumbling back down to splash onto his chest. The second burst follows immediately, landing up his stomach, but it's the third blast, the third long strand that gets me in the face. I'm totally stunned. I can feel the hotness of it as it clings to my left cheek, running down to my chin. Luke hasn't noticed yet, still moaning, not a care in the world, just enjoying the waves of pleasure that are rushing through him. He's totally drenched in his own cum. And he said I came a lot. The amount Luke just shot, is STILL shooting, looks like it could drown someone. I slow my stroking now, squeezing his still hard cock, making sure every last drop is out. Luke's breathing is starting to slow, though he still looks like he's on a high, not coming down any time soon. His cock is slick in my hand, which is also pretty slick, covered in his cum. My brothers cum. I give his cock a few last strokes, before I finally let it go, watching as it starts to soften. "Oh man, Sam, I've had hand jobs before, but that? That was something else!" Luke says and I can't help but break into a big grin. "Glad you liked it" "LIKED it? That was the best hand job I've ever had! I'm telling you Sammy, you were a billion times better than any girl. Fuck!" he says, looking totally relaxed. Then his eyes move to my cheek, noticing the cum that is plastered over it. He starts to laugh. "Oh man, I'm sorry dude!" he says, sitting up a bit and wiping it off my cheek with his thumb. His touch feels nice. "It's okay, it was a pretty impressive load" I say "What can I say, you must bring out the best in me" he laughs and I join him. We fall into a comfortable silence for a moment, before I notice his eyes on my crotch. "You want me to take care of that for you?" he says, indicating the obvious erection I have in my pants. I want more than anything to have him touch me again, but I also want today to be just about him. "Nah, today is just for you. Besides, I can take care of myself again now!" I say with a wink. "Do it here, then" Luke says. Whoa, is he asking me to jerk off in front of him? He watches me with a small smile. I don't know how he manages it, but even though he's the one completely naked and covered in cum, he's so confident and acting like this is the most normal thing in the world. "You want me to jerk off for you?" I finally ask. "Well, it's only fair, you owe me for all the times you used to watch me jerk off." He says and my heart skips a beat. He knew about that? "W-what? I don't..." I start but he cuts me off with laughter. "Come on Sam, I'm not an idiot. I lost track of the number of times I'd come back into my room of a night after having a shower, to see that my closet doors were slightly ajar? Plus I could hear you breathing in there" he said with a smirk. I cast my mind back to the first time it happened. I was 12 years old and thought that hiding in Luke's closet and jumping out at him when he came back from his shower would be the funniest thing in the world. Even better if I could make him drop his towel! I remember him coming back into his room and crossing over to his bed. The closet was in line with the foot of his bed so I had a good view of him through the crack in the doors. I was just about to burst out and scream at him, when he let his towel drop to the ground. At this point in my life, I'd seen Luke naked, but never sporting an erection like he had then. I'd been getting erections for a while now, but I'd had no idea what to do with them. But I was about to find out. Luke had sat down on his bed, grabbing his dick in his hand and starting to stroke it. I had no idea what he was doing, I figured he was scratching himself, or something like that. But then he'd laid back on his bed, and kept working his fist up and down his shaft. He was lying across his bed, with his feet still on the ground, so it was a pretty good angle to be watching from. I'd heard him moaning and thought he was about to start crying for some reason, but then he'd cum and I almost cried out in surprise. I'd never seen anything like what I was seeing then, the strands of milky white fluid flying through the air and onto his chest. I thought something must have been wrong. But Luke hadn't looked upset or sick. Just the opposite, he'd been smiling. He'd glanced over in my direction, but I'd been pretty certain he hadn't known I was there. Until now of course. Damn. "I.. was curious..?" I offered lamely. Luke laughed. "Yeah, I figured. That's why I kept going, hoping maybe you'd learn a thing or two. And I had. I'd waited in the closet until Luke cleaned up and put some pants on and then left the room to take his towel back. I'd quickly ran out and back to my room where I pulled my own pants down, freeing the erection I'd had since Luke had dropped his towel. I'd grabbed my cock and started doing what I'd seen Luke do and realizing how fucking amazing it felt. And that was how I'd had my first orgasm. I hadn't shot any cum, but it still felt fantastic. On and off since then I'd hid myself in Luke's closet whenever he was in the shower, hoping for another show. I was never disappointed. I'd thought I must have had great luck for him to do it every time I was hiding, but in reality, Luke was putting on a show for me. "So, you gonna do it?" Luke asks and at this point I'm rock hard and ready to blow. Unzipping my pants is all the answer I give. Luke grins and settles back for a show. I kneel on his bed and pull my jeans and underwear down to my knees before lowering myself back down so my ass is resting on my heels. I wrap my fingers around my cock and waste no time getting right to it, pumping up and down with all my energy. "I'm not gonna last long" I say truthfully. "S'ok, you just enjoy yourself" I let out a moan, both from the pleasure and the thought of Luke watching me. I know I'm not going to last much longer. I rise into a kneeling position again, stroking furiously. "That's it Sammy, keep going" Luke says and just hearing his voice is enough to push me over the edge. I double over, throwing my left arm out to support myself as I reach the point of no return. "Oh fuck!" I cry, fist still at work between my legs, balls bouncing up and down. I start to cum before I can think about where I should be aiming my load. Strand after strand shoots out, landing all over Luke's bed, but I don't really care right now. All I'm thinking is how good I feel, sliding my hand up and down my slick cock, on my brothers bed, in front of my naked brother. My breathing is still heavy and I feel like I'm about to pass out. I use the last of my strength to push myself back into a sitting position, resting on my heels again, still slowly stroking myself, though I'm pretty sure I've got every last drop. Then I feel Luke put his hand on my thigh and grip it lightly. "Atta boy" he says. I hope he never lets go of me. I try to catch my breath as I grin at him. Then my eyes fall to the mess I've made all over his bed. "Sorry about that.." I say sheepishly. Luke shrugs. "No point worrying about it now. Just enjoy the moment." He says, gently rubbing my thigh, before taking his hand away. Damn. "So.." I start "was I good?" He smiles at me. "Yeah Sam, you put on a great show." He says, before continuing "I have a confession to make though" I must look startled, because he starts laughing again. "Chill Sam, it's nothing bad. It's just, that's not the first time I've watched you jerking it" My eyes go wide. "What? When? Are you for real..?" I honestly can't think of a time he would have watched me. I was pretty careful about when I jerked off. Luke gives me a mischievous grin. "I'll tell you about it some other time." I start to protest but he gestures at his alarm clock. "You wanna get busted by Dad like this? He'll be home soon" he says. Oh shit, I hadn't realized how late it had gotten. I get off the bed and pull my pants up, hastily stuffing myself back in. It's going to take a bit more than that to get Luke cleaned up though. "Go grab me some tissues, would ya?" he asks and I nod in agreement. Just as I'm about to leave his room I look back over my shoulder. "This isn't over, you know." Luke's face breaks into a wide smile. "Oh, I know, Sam" he says, his sparkling blue eyes meeting mine. "I know."