Ronald spoke of his younger brother 'feeling him up'. My situation was the other way around.
I couldn't believe it. 'Ronald' wrote about what happened when he slept with his younger teenage brother when he'd come home. Here's my experience.
My brother is 8 years older than me. We shared a double bed when growing up, then he was off to college when I was ten. As he progressed through graduate school, he still would come home sometimes for the weekend. By this time I was way past functional puberty.
He would usually come in late, long after I had finished my jack session. He would slip into bed and try not to wake me, but I was aware that he was getting into bed.
Just as I began to dose off again, I felt his hand on my tummy. Slowly he slid his hand past the waste band of my undies. Of course I was erect in three seconds flat. He felt around my pubic patch. Then he took hold of my erection and felt it, squeezing it. He checked out my foreskin and pulled the skin back all the way, fully exposing the head. Then he fingered the little tight area right under the head. It was super sensitive.
This was so out of character for him. He was my older brother and we had never done much anything together due to the age difference. I was scared shitless that the folks might find out that I did anything at all with my cock. So I just pretended to be asleep all the time he was playing with it.
Finally he triggered an orgasm and I shot. He very slowly withdrew his hand from my underwear and I didn't move a thing, but I was wide eyed awake! I was SO wanting to return the favor to him, but I continued to pretend to be asleep, trying to formulate a plan or get up the nerve to check him out.
Finally I just rolled over sort of facing him with my eyes shut and pretended to move my hand 'accidentally' towards his crotch. It was perfect aim, because my palm landed squarely on a cock that was exactly the same size as mine! I couldn't muster up the never to do anything else, so after a while he gently picked up my hand and removed it.
He laid there quietly for a while and then rolled over. Instantly I could feel the rhythmic movement that told me all I wanted to know: he was doing it to himself now. In just a minute he started breathing more deeply and then he held his breath then let out a soft long sigh.
This routine happened only once again several months later. I never had the nerve to respond or bring it up again, but it sure provided me some great jack off fantasies. I also enjoyed telling my jack-off buddies about it too. He's about 63 now I think. Oh.. and his name was Ronald.