Pretty sure they're fiction, but I have gotten off to this story and its sequels: Part 1: My big brother visits me at college
My brother and I have never been close. He's four years older. I like him, but he was a jock in high school, I hung around with the D&D and theater crowd (there was a lot of overlap). He's really outgoing, I'm kind of introverted and bookish. We never really had a lot in common.
So I was surprised when he texted me to say he was coming to visit me at college. He graduated last year, and I'm a freshman, and he lives all the way across the country now.
But surprised or not, I looked forward to the visit. I share a suite with four other guys, and though I like their company, mostly I keep to myself.
Ethan shows up at the dorm via taxi. We call out for some pizza, and he spends most of the next hour or two getting to know my roommates better than I knew them from months of living with the guys. I was impressed with how personable he was -- the first time I really realized what a gift he had for putting people at ease.
"So where are you sleeping, Eth?" asked my roommate Jake.
We hadn't really talked about it. I'd assumed he would crash on the couch in the suite's living room. But Ethan claps a hand on my shoulder and says, "Baby bro's room," as if it were already decided. I didn't want to make things awkward, so I just nodded.
It wasn't like we hadn't shared a bed before -- hotel beds on family vacations, that sort of thing. I'd just hope he didn't snore, and keep my boxers on instead of sleeping nude like I usually do. No big deal.
Javon cracked open a bottle of Patron, and we all got a little tipsy. Eth handled his liquor better than us freshmen, or maybe he just drank less. He also had maybe 50 lbs. on any of us, all of it solid muscle, so maybe that made the difference.
But I was pretty loopy by the time we all called it a night. Eth had gotten all jokey and a little handsy as he drank, rubbing my head and sitting with his arm around my shoulders, and I kept thinking how nice it was and how I wished we'd been this close growing up.
Come bedtime he was joking about carrying me to bed, and somebody said he couldn't lift me. Eth decided to prove them wrong, and hoisted me up like a baby and carried me out of the room. Everybody thought it was hilarious, including me.
I'm not gay. I've been curious about sex with dudes, but never enough to try it. I've never even jerked off to gay porn or anything like that.
But for some reason, being cradled in Eth's arms like that gave me a raging erection. By the time he dumped me on the bed, it was glaringly obvious in my sweats, especially since I wear loose boxers.
"Awww, Nate's got a stiffie," Eth laughed, poking it through the cloth.
"Fuck you," I said, but it was amiable and goofy. For some reason I wasn't embarrassed, it just was funny.
"It's cute," he said. He pulled off his shirt and kicked the door shut. It wasn't till then that it hit me that my roommates could've heard. I wondered what they thought.
"I don't know about you," Eth said, sitting on the bed to pull off his shoes and socks, "but I am zonked."
I sat up and pulled off my shirt, scooting over against the wall. "Me too. You just better not snore, asshole."
Ethan laughed. "You never used to talk like that, baby bro." He slid his shorts and undershorts to the floor. It was the first time I'd seen him naked in quite a few years. He was really buff, and shaven completely smooth from the neck down. And his dick hung soft and thick over a balsac as big as my fist.
I hadn't expected him to get naked. I felt my face flushing, but I didn't say anything.
Averting my eyes, I slipped under the covers and slipped out of my sweats, and for some reason I shucked my boxer shorts too. I guess out of habit. Or maybe subconsciously I wanted to be naked in bed with Ethan. I'm honestly not sure.
Ethan flopped down on top of the covers and rubbed my head. "Night, bro."
"Night," I said.
(To be continued....)