Some 30 years ago I wrote, with pen and paper, a long history of my gay sexual experiences, from my first sexual fumblings -- right up to the day of writing. Then I added events and chapters as they happened for the next ten years or so, ceasing only when time and freedom ran out and then I found out all about computers so I transferred everything into electronic words.
The whole thing was too long and rambling but that didn't matter because I never intended to publish my sexual autobiography. However, since I hit my 60s, (and now my 70s) I've felt that I should really let others partake in some of the fun that I enjoyed.
So I've attacked and divided up the story, edited it to the best of my ability, made it more readable and turned it into eight parts for you to read.
The original writing was also very much in my 1980's/90's style -- comparatively polite and lacking conversation, so I hope that my efforts to liven the stories up meet with your approval.
And the stories are in English from England, so please put up with my British spellings and phraseology.
This therefore is the EIGHTH and final one of those segments of my life -- "My brother Greg and me."
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Having moved back down to the south of England, my brother Greg came back into my life and then, as I've previously mentioned, we shared my wife Julie whenever he came to visit us.
Despite starting our early life hating each other, over the years we'd learned to be friends and we'd eventually come to know one another pretty thoroughly. Our friendship allowed us both to be very open about sexual matters but although we'd talked broadly about our sexual preferences we'd never previously enjoyed sex together.
In our late teens we'd shared a house as part of a communal student renting arrangement and it was there that I'd found him enjoying the favours of some nubile female student, just as he'd caught me too on another occasion. Our unintentional discoveries had at least enabled both of us to know that our cocks were pretty well a matching pair and that neither of us had anything to be shy about!
Being brothers and students we shared a lot between us, not least a stack of porn magazines that we just couldn't divide up and it was when we had each 'invaded' the other one's 'private' room to borrow particular magazines that we had, in turn, also come across each other wanking furiously.
Greg had burst into my room one evening and had caught me naked, erect and hard at work on my cock and then not more than a month later I'd done the same to him -- both instances being entirely unintentional.
It seemed strange somehow that it felt more horrifying to discover one another wanking rather than fucking and inevitably our shocked faces led to some shyness for a while but we soon let it pass and instead, our close conversations led us to accept that a certain amount of exposure was almost inevitable -- a solution that led us to comparing cocks one evening. Hell, we knew why we wanted the magazines so why not be open about it!
Nothing more happened between us but before we left the student accommodation we'd opened up to each other and admitted our sexual preferences to one another and from that day onwards we became much closer as brothers. Closer because it turned out that both Greg and I considered ourselves to be bisexual, a discovery that led us to a sudden and happily warm brother-hugging situation.
But getting together for some sex -- well, no way!
In those days and at that relatively tender age it was bad enough to be rumoured to have any kind of sex with another man and thereafter, our ways parted and although we met at our parent's house occasionally, nothing further had happened until I met Julie. I've already described what went on so I won't repeat myself here but suffice to say we were even closer thereafter and Greg reappeared sociably whenever he was passing, dropping off the occasional video, magazine or sex aid to add to our fun. Occasionally and if he had time he'd also share the delights of my wife Julie with me.
It came to the point that I always found myself becoming that much more aroused when his visits might be anticipated and although we enjoyed a number of threesomes I wanted them to happen more and more because I kept wanting to get to grips with his lovely penis.
I kept hoping for repeat performances but Greg was a busy man and although he availed himself of our company and pleasures, overall he was wasn't in our area very often and seldom for long.
However, once Julie and I had separated and since I was now on my own, Greg accepted my freely offered invitation to stay over for a weekend. He arrived early one Friday afternoon, hot and exhausted from working hard and driving around all week.
"Hi bruv!" we both yelled as he arrived and we bear-hugged in the driveway as with arms linked around each other's shoulders we renewed our brotherly friendship.
"How're you going Greg?" I asked, as I slapped him on his back, "You're looking fine."
"And you. Hey, I'm fuckin' warm but otherwise I'm doing well," said Greg, panting theatrically as he turned to lug his bag from the car, "Long day at work today; long drive too; what I'd give for a nice shower and a good cold drink!"
"No problem, I can provide both; you go and get yourself a nice shower and I'll see to your drink," I said as I helped him bring his bags in, "Go and enjoy yourself."
"Hey, before I forget, here's a couple of hot videos for you," he said as he handed the boxes to me with a wink, "Some fucking good bisexual action in there, mate."
I went to the kitchen and opened two cans of chilled lager while Greg lugged his bags up to his room and while I perused the covers of the videos. I felt my penis start to thicken as I looked at the lurid pictures but I let it pass as I remembered our drinks so I put the videos on the table and took Greg's drink upstairs to him where I found him already showering happily.
"Hey Greg, brought your drink up," I said, "Where do you want it?"
"Is it cold?" he asked.
"Of course!" I answered as I took a slurp at mine.
"Great! I'll have a swig right now," said Greg and with that I heard him turn off the shower before he pushed the shower curtain back.
He was facing me now as he took the can from me and I could hardly avoid looking at his penis. It was partially raised -- nowhere near erect but certainly far from limp. He lifted the can to his mouth and drank deeply while my eyes drank deeply of his body and his cock in particular.
I couldn't help but desire it; it was the first time I'd seen for a while; it belonged to my brother and it looked very enticing.
"That's better," he said -- and I agreed wholeheartedly!
Greg finished the can, wiped his lips and gave the empty can back to me before reaching for the liquid soap and squirting some into his hand.
"So, how have you been?" he asked as he began creating a sudsy foam all over his chest and abdomen, "How's work, how's your love life?"
"Me? My love life! I'm on my own now, what d'you expect?" I moaned.
"Well, you're free Chris," he answered, "Thought you'd have had a whole harem of beauties here by now!"
"As if," I groaned, "Wish I did. What about you?"
"Huh!" he grunted as he soaped himself, "What love life? I haven't had time for that for ages -- too much work and not enough play."
We drifted into an exchange of pleasantries while Greg absentmindedly rubbed the bubbles everywhere and while my eyes followed his hands -- until he enveloped his penis in his moving hands, then lifted them back up to his chest.
But his seemingly innocent actions had caused a side effect -- his cock was now far less droopy and even as I watched it climbed in jerks until it was fully erect and pointing at the ceiling.
"Oops," said Greg, "Sorry Chris. Didn't really mean that to happen -- never mind -- couldn't help it."
