In The Basement

I was about 9 or 10 when my older brother used me as his sexual relief. His tool was big, really big. When the feeling hit him he would call me to the basement. He'd pull it out and I would touch his very hard, large and erect tool.

This happened in the part of the basement where we did laundry. The pile of clothes would end up on a twin bed. I'd lay down on my belly and he'd climb on top of me and bwgin to grind my buttom. I'd hear him breathe hard in my ear and feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. Sometimes we would grind each other tool to tool. Now I know that's call "frontage." We both are uncut but his was significantly larger. I am not as endowed as he is. I'm not exaggerating when I say it was big. We have always been big boys in stature. I was big for my age but my hands were full when I would Jack him off.

I knew it was wrong but I liked the naughtiness and sneaking. I was curious then and now about how it would feel if he put that thing in me. He would try but I was too tight.

Our liaisons went on at least 3x a week until he enlisted in the Army in 1977.

I would have dreams about his sausage size tool.

I am 56 he is 62. We have not spoke about it except once in the 90's. He apologized I forgave him.

I wonder how big he is now. I often wish I could see it.

I also still desire to be penetrated.

Oh BTW We are both married with grandchildren. I wonder if he would like to fool around with other guys.