Before Spycams

Mom and Dad had four boys of which I and the youngest. The older brothers are all about two years apart in age. They were all in school when I came along so I had to entertain myself most of the time. They were too busy to hang out with me and often had to find my own trouble to get into...and I did.

My older brother, who I'll call Drew, liked to assemble models cars. He was very good at it and the finished model always looked like a show piece. He had several displayed on shelves in his bedroom and to me that was impressive. I was intrigued at their complexity, but my brother warned me not to handle them or there would be Hell to pay if I damaged one.

We lived in a small two story house with the bedrooms upstairs and the bathroom downstairs on the first floor. It was inconvenient at times, but we made do with what we had.

One evening Drew had plans to go out and was downstairs showering when I got the bright idea to go into his room and play with his models. Why I didn't wait until he left to go into his bedroom I'll never know, but this is the basis of my story. 

I must have lost track of time because Drew finished his shower and started up the steps...which he usually took two at a time. Frantic, I couldn't let him see me leaving his room so I panicked and in a split second scooted under the bed of my  brother who he shared his room with. 

Now under the bed, I realized the bedspread had a lace and fringe border that I could see through. This also meant that Drew might be able to see me too. My heart was pounding and my breathing was quick and shallow as Drew walked into the room. I tried to lay still and quit so no movements would catch his attention. He was covered with only a towel loosely wrapped around his waist and held closed by his left hand. His dirty clothes dropped to the floor as he walked over to his bed an sat down. I hoped he would quickly dress and leave, but he sat on the edge of the for what seemed like an eternity.

From my position under the bed all I could see were his lower legs from the knees to his feet. Drew sat still when I noticed his toes curling and his knees swaying back and fort in a slow and steady motion. "My God!", I thought. He's jacking off. I heard the bed creak as he stood up and his towel dropped to the floor. His hard cock bobbed up and down as he flexed his groin muscles. Drew's cock was cut like mine, about 7-8" hard, about the same girth, but he had a darker, thicker bush around the base of his shaft and balls. A line of hair formed at the top of his pubes and stretched upward to his navel. He turned and walked over to the bed I was under. I held my breath thinking he saw me and was going to drag me out and pulverized the life out of my body. Nothing..

Through the bedspread all I could see were Drew's feet and ankles. Soon his feet started shuffling back and forth and I could hear the soft slapping as he pumped his cock with his fist. The rhythm slowly increased as did his breathing. His ankles left the floor as he stood on his toes. Drew whispered under his breath " Oooh Fuck!" The pounding got louder and again he faintly whispered "Come on, come on you Fucker, come on, come on!" Drew moaned as his legs started to quiver. I thought he was going to pass out. He took a deep breath and this time a muffled shout left his mouth, "Fuuuck!" Drew took a couple of short breaths as five or six ropes of cum shot out and hit the floor. To this day I'm impressed by the load he shot that night. He stood there catching his breath as three or four drops of leftover ecstasy dropped from the end of his cock.

Drew stretched his leg out and slid the towel over with his toes and swirled it around the floor to clean up the strings of pleasure that hit the floor. He walked backed to his bed and wiped his cock and hand clean with the underwear that lay on the floor. He finally got dressed, straightened up the room and went downstairs.

I waited under the bed until I heard him leave the house and his car drive down the street. Wow! I breathed a sigh of relief. I never told my brother what I saw that night. If he knew I was under the bed he never mentioned it.

Who needs a spy cam when you can witness something so erotic, unnoticed?

Hope you enjoyed my true life story.