Sibling Rivalry

Tommy was dripping wet and clad in baggy swimming trunks
when he entered our hotel room. Stopping just inside the
door, he took off his trunks and tossed them into his
suitcase. I was surprised to see him back so soon.

“Did you enjoy your swim?” I asked, my eyes immediately
dropping to investigate the alluring bulge protruding from
the crotch of his skimpy jockstrap. The elasticity of its
pouch revealed with remarkable detail the prominence of his
manhood.

“The pool was so crowded, we decided not to go,” said
Tommy.

“But you’re soaking wet!”

“This is sweat, man, not pool water. It’s so damn hot
out there I couldn’t wait to get back to the air
conditioning, “ he panted.

Tommy was my senior by two years, but maintained a very
youthful appearance. I didn’t know him as well as I would
liked; he and my sister had been going together for only a
short time. She was never one for extended romances. Based
on that fact alone, I was a little surprised when our parents
consented to let him accompany us on vacation. Their
decision had thrilled my sister. At first I had been a bit
resentful having someone who was practically a stranger share
in our family ritual, but as I lay on the bed watching him
undress, I felt a peculiar sense of gratitude for my parents’
generosity.

My temperamental young cock had been rock hard all
evening, long before Tommy came back into the room. That
was one of the reasons I had decided to stay in our room
rather than go for a late swim. I wanted some time alone to
jack off. Unfortunately I’d only had time to undress and
climb into bed before Tommy’s premature return. Watching my
handsome “roommate” undress only added to my torment. My
affliction was rapidly becoming an agonizing ache, throbbing
desperately between the covers. I did so envy my sister ——
Tommy was exquisite. He was like every erotic fantasy I’d
ever had, all wrapped up in a tidy bundle of smooth flesh.

I couldn’t tear my eyes off of him as he strutted before
me in his nearly naked state. Never had I felt such an
overwhelming sense of sexual urgency. Pre—cum was oozing
from my erect cock like crazy, practically drenching my
belly. I wanted Tommy more than I’d ever wanted anyone. I
wanted to reach out and caress his hauntingly beautiful body.
I wanted to trace the image of his timid cock with my tongue
and feel his manly organ stiffen against my lips.

Tommy turned his back to me as he pulled down his jock.
The stringy muscles of his firm, hairless buttocks flexed as
he shifted the weight of his slender body from one leg to the
other. My mouth watered hungrily as he bent over to recover
his discarded jock and the cheeks of his delicious little ass
opened up to expose their hidden fruit.

I held my breath and drooled at the sight of his
puckered butthole. The wispy growth of dark hair surrounding
his tiny, crimson ass—ring gave it the appearance of being
quite delicate. In the void between his gaping thighs
dangled his huge manly balls. His ball-sac was considerably
darker than the milky skin stretched tightly over his ass.
His nuts hung low in their smooth, velvety pouch, heavily
laden with the weight of his youthful virility.

It wasn’t until he reached for the faded old sweat pants
he slept in that I caught a brief, breathtaking glimpse of
Tommy’s beautiful, uncut cock. The thick fold of flesh
shrouding the head was much darker and more wrinkled than the
rest of his dick. It swayed at the tip where it formed a
fleshy peak around his unseen pisshole.

By the time Tommy had put on his sweat pants, switched
off the light, and climbed into bed, I was so horny I was
nearly out of my fucking mind.

I waited patiently for Tommy’s breathing to become deep
and peaceful. Concealed by darkness, my hands crept
purposefully over my burning cock—shaft. Perspiration
dampened the sheets as my fingers descended beneath the bed
covers to choke my defenseless manhood. Every beat of my
heart hammered more blood though the tortured length of my
engorged cock. Swollen and painful, my nuts ached with the
lust I felt for my sister’s boyfriend. He had enthralled me
so with his brief unveiling of private body parts that a mere
squeeze of my hand was all it took to transform my manhood
into a raging river of semen. Jism saturated my chest and
belly and cascaded down my sides, quickly creating cold
puddles on the sheets beneath me.

It wasn’t until the next morning, as we used the
bathroom, that Tommy and I stood naked together for the first
time. At first we played the usual game of cat and mouse
that all guys play: get a good look, but don’t get caught.
But the game didn’t last long. I didn’t stare with my tongue
hanging to the floor, but I couldn’t do much to conceal the
fact that I found his naked body quite pleasing.

Tommy had to be aware of my frequent furtive glances. He
may have even suspected the existence of a forbidden,
underlying desire in my behavior, but he remained
indifferent. It was impossible to read his thoughts. There
was nothing in his manner to either encourage or discourage
me. He just seemed contented to let me admire the
magnificence of his masculine physique.