A Brothers Bond

The first time I remember witnessing my older brother masturbating was not long after we began to share a room. It was after my stepmother and step sister moved in and our new sister took my room and I was left to share with my brother. It was a full moon and the bright white glow illuminated our room. I had awoke to the sound of my brothers groans and as I looked over to his bed and saw him lay flat on his back, the sheets pulled down and his pyjamas trousers around his knees, his gripped hand moving rapidly up and down the shaft of his penis. His hand paused at the base and I watched as his penis stood upright like a mast of a ship. My brothers hand began to stroke again until his body quivered and shook, his face took on an expression of what I conceived to be discomfort or pain. His hand clenched tightly and froze in position and a white fluid spewed out from the end of his cock, like an erupting volcano spewing lava. It shot up over his chest and stomach as he groaned as if in agony. I quickly rolled over and pretended to be asleep. In the morning I had awoke early and watched as my brother climbed out of bed with his pyjama trousers tenting, the thin cotton pulled taught against his stiff morning member. He saw me looking but did not attempt to hide it and instead asked what I was looking at "What were you doing last night"? I enquired curiously "Was you watching"? My brother quickly asked I immediately felt a sense of embarrassment and an instinctual feeling that I should not have watched "It is OK if you was watching", My brother added with a smile which made me smile in response "I was wanking", he added in a matter of fact fashion "Did it hurt"? I asked He laughed and shook his head "No, it feels good. Really good actually". "Oh"! There was a brief silence as we exchanged glances "You want to watch me do it again"? my brother said with a grin as if he knew what my response would be. I watched as my brother edged down his pyjamas and his cock sprung up like a tensed spring once released and stood to attention proudly. He let his pyjamas trousers fall to the floor as he stood hands at his side allowing me an unobstructed view of his stiff penis. Then his hand moved to the shaft and began to stroke ever so gently from base to tip. His movement picked up speed and his facial expressions changed as his eyes closed. His mouth opened and a deep groan released as his hand began to rotate slightly as it made its journey up and down the length of his cock. I watched intently and occasionally he opened his eyes and looked at me watching him. After a few minutes my brother tensed his body and began to shake like he had the night before "I am going to cum bro. Are you watching"? "Yeah" I replied excitedly as his strokes became fast and erratic. My brothers hand stopped at the base and tensed his body making his cock pulsate and then as he groaned a white fluid shot towards me like a water pistol being fired. Several white loads released one after the other and my eyes were as wide as saucers as I took in the event. My brother began to masturbate in front of me on a regular basis. He clearly enjoyed not having to hide his masturbatory needs, the fact that he could just do it in front of me without judgement. My brother had told me he had a surprise for me as we went to our bedroom that night he left his bedside light on and suggested I climb in bed beside him. As we lay side by side my brother pulled out a glossy paged magazine from under his pillow. There were graphic sexual images on each page and my brother paused on a page where one page had a series of images of two men and one woman and the opposite page had a story. My brother began to read the story just loud enough for me to hear. I watched as his pyjamas began to rise under the growing bulge and occasionally bobbed up and down. A damp patch began to appear at the tip causing the light blue cotton to darken. My brother stopped reading and looked over at me and saw me admiring his bulge. "You can pull it out and play with it while I read if you like", my brother said My hand cautiously moved down to his crutch and my fingers slipped under the flap and felt the warmth of his bare skin beneath. His penis throbbed as my fingers made contact and I wrapped my hand around it carefully and pulled it through the opening. My brother quickly flicked through the pages to another story and began to read as I began to stroke his firm rigid prick. The story was submitted by a reader and was about how he and his own brother (both in their 30s), who would read the magazine and masturbate together over the images. It was very detailed and explicit in its content and something struck a chord with us both over their shared experience. I felt my brothers hard prick throb and pulsate in my grip as I stroked him and he read the story for a second time. My own penis become hard and emitted its own clear discharge but not the same amount that flowed like clear sticky syrup from the tip of my brothers cock head. I drew back the foreskin all the way exposing the bulbous swollen head and felt the threads of pre cum stick to my fingers. As I stroked faster the fluid became more of a froth like when you beat an egg white. My brother placed the magazine down and lay back with his hands above his head as I continued. His eyes closed and his mouth opened wide and I sensed he was close. He groaned and encouraged me to continue and told me he was close. Within moments I felt his prick throb hard and a stream of thick white juice shot out with force up over his torso. Several more shot out each as far as the first and then I watched as his body relaxed. I eased off the stroking aware he was spent. This continued on a regular basis with my brother finding other stories to read but none as erotic or arousing as the story of the two older brothers who masturbated together. One night as we indulged in our nocturnal activity and my own stiff cock was free of my pyjamas we were interrupted. There stood at the door way was our Dad. We did not know how long he had been stood there but we immediately covered up feeling a sense of embarrassment as our faces turned a deep crimson. We was sure we was about to be told off but instead our Dad told us to make sure we shut the door in future. "It could have just as easily been your sister or mother walking past and I am not sure they would understand", Dad said waving his finger at us. "Don't forget I shared a room with two brothers when younger so such activities were not uncommon", Dad added before giving us a grin and closing the door behind him. Dad told us the following day he would get a lock for our bedroom door so we could have privacy but that we could only lock it when we did not want to be disturbed. Of course we knew what he meant by that. It was his way of saying when we were masturbating.