My older brother and I had a pretty good relationship. Pretty normal. He bossed me around sometimes, but wouldn't let anyone else.
I was a pretty normal kid. Had friends, did stuff with them, got okay grades. Nothing special.
Until I turned thirteen, and all I could think about was boys.
When I was twelve, my older brother showed me how to find pictures of naked girls on the internet. Back then videos were rare and behind pay walls. How far we've come. I was jerking off to porn pics by thirteen. I also had a few pubes around the base by thirteen. Nothing much. I came by then, too. Also, not much, but it was awesome as far as I was concerned. I'd seen the big messes of white stuff in the porn pics, but I made a much smaller mess of mostly clear stuff. It felt good enough, that's for sure!
When I was about thirteen, I found some pictures on a couple sites that didn't have any girls in them. Just guys. I was hooked, and I knew it. I liked dicks and balls.
Pretty soon I slid a finger in my ass. Experimentally. It made for a really great orgasm! Then it became two fingers. Then three. Eventually, all four. I'd pretend it was some hot dude's big dick, and finger-fuck myself as I beat off. I loved it!
Just after my brother turned sixteen, and I was fourteen, our folks got him an old car. He also had to get a part-time job to pay for gas and insurance and repairs. He was hardly ever home after that. I got to use the computer a lot. I was putting about anything up my ass that would fit. And bigger and bigger things fit. I needed bigger and bigger things. At first it was the old bathroom plunger's handle. Then a rake handle. By the time my bro came home drunk one night, I was using the fat end of a half-size souvenir baseball bat that was thicker than my dick and probably thicker than most older guys' dicks.
He was almost seventeen, I was almost fifteen, when he came home one weekend night totally fucked up. He was supposed to be out with his friends and their dates, and then stay over at one their places for the night. Without the girls, of course.
He had secretly told me they were actually going to drink beers and then do it. Him and his girlfriend. The other guys and their girls, too. Supposedly.
Anyway, instead of staying over at his friend's house, he came home. Drunk. Really drunk. Really late. He managed to sneak in and upstairs and past our sleeping folks' room, but I saw him go past my door. I decided to go tease him about being home and probably not getting any pussy. Hey, we're brothers, it's what we do.
He was so sloshed that he just waved me off and stumbled to his bedside.
"How drunk are you?" I asked.
"Totally!" he laughed quietly. "Like, totally smashed!'
