Even though the room was cool, a thin sheen of sweat began to coat us making contact even more difficult. As we wrestled, our arms and legs gripped and scooted across our otherwise bare bodies.
After a rough battle, I would let him win and he never questioned it.īecause we were having a lazy day, we each wore only boxers. Not only that, I secretly enjoyed being under him and the feel of his muscles pinning me. It wasn't to protect his ego but because as my older brother and my idol, I wanted to let him get the upper hand.
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Though I was larger than he was and could easily win, I never used my full strength against my brother. After breakfast, we had moved down there to spend the day together.Įventually, the game became heated and as often happened with us, shoving tuned into a friendly wrestling match to settle matters. This day, our parents were at work and each of us had the day off from our summer jobs. We had a ratty sofa, a small refrigerator, stereo, TV, and a few video game systems down there where Dean and I would be banished with our friends. In addition to being used for storage, it had been turned into a hangout for us. One afternoon about three weeks after he came home, Dean and I were in the basement playing video games. And while the opportunity frequently appeared, I never took advantage of the easy sex because I wanted my first time to be with someone I actually cared about. Despite regular dating, I had yet to have a steady boyfriend because I felt like most guys were after me for the challenge of being my first and not because they liked me. I was highly sought after by both boys and a few girls who thought they could change me. From the stories he told me, both he and his roommate had no problem with each other having girls in their room.ĭean had been the high school campus stud and though I wouldn't put out, the title of heir apparent fell to me as his younger brother. When he had lived at home he had even snuck a few girlfriends into our shared room - we had a sister, who was three years younger than me, who had the third bedroom in our home - and fucked them with me pretending to be asleep in the bed across the room.
Now after his first year of college, he had had many different partners. After that, though at my size I didn't need his protection, I knew Dean was there for me and no one at school ever said anything else about me.Īnother difference was the fact that at eighteen, I was still a virgin while I knew Dean had lost his virginity when he was twelve. The only problem that ever cropped up was Dean being suspended from school for one day because he had punched a guy who had said something derogatory about me that I didn't even hear. I had come out years ago, and other than the family asking a few times "are you sure," no one cared. We both had a decent coating of dark blonde hair elsewhere without it making us look like apes.ĭespite our similarities, we had one major difference: I was gay and he was straight.
I had grown a neatly trimmed full beard that was a slightly darker shade than the hair on my head while Dean wore a similarly colored goatee around his mouth. We also shared the same pug nose and thick lips set in round, but not fat, faces. We both had short, brush cut straw colored hair, but his eyes were blue while mine were brown. Even though I was larger than he was, I idolized my brother and there was no denying I practically worshiped the ground he walked on.Įven with our difference in size it was obvious to see that we were brothers. Before he had graduated, being only a year apart, we had played together on our high school's football team. At six feet one inch tall I was actually three inches taller than he was and hovering around 230 pounds, I outweighed him by about fifty pounds of muscle. We were good friends and my big brother and I hung out together more than we did with our friends. My brother, Dean, and I always spent as much time together as we could during the summer.