Sharing my Brothers Room

Growing up we had a small 2 bedroom house, Eric and I shared a room until when Eric and dad took on a project converting part of the attic into Eric’s own room. That meant I finally got my own room. Eric is older than me, and was starting to fuss about privacy.

He and dad went all out, it was a tricky conversion, as the attic door in the hall was narrow, the stairs were steep, tall and unfinished, the bend at the top was tricky due to the angles of the roof, so getting wood and building materials up there was half the battle. Through their struggles and determination they managed to build a decent room, where an adult could stand in the center and still clear their head. Dressers were out of the question as they couldn’t get it up the stairs, so cheap KD furniture that could be built in pieces became his motif, he had 1 double end window which mom made light darkening drapes for. His bed took up too much space, so they put the box spring and mattress on the floor allowing for plenty of head room. They built lots of storage shelves in the knee walls on each side, allowing plenty of shelf space for books, magazines, Knick knacks, Eric’s sport trophy’s and his huge cd collection, they made one shelf big enough for a small TV, and just outside the door in the unheated space , a closet rod to hang some clothes. He had a small but safe electric heater for the cold, dad and Eric put extra insulation in and the heater was more than enough to make it cozy and warm. I was happy about Eric’s new room for him, but also a bit envious. The only real problem was Eric had to walk up the cold stairs and unheated section full of seasonal stuff, empty boxes, and Christmas decorations to get to his room. Later he cleared a place to make a work out, weight and exercise area for himself. Eric was big on sports and the popular guy at school, he had a lot of friends and girls always hung around.

Now that Eric is moved out, I concentrated on redesigning my room, with Eric’s stuff gone, the room was pretty empty, the first few nights I missed him. I realized how much I missed him, walking to and from the bathroom with his slim but muscular body that was developing into a man, in his boxer shorts, which he always slept in, usually shirtless. It wasn’t until he left I missed admiring his body and how much I paid attention to it, I truly realized I missed it, and so that’s when the fantasies began. Yes I began fantasizing about my brother Eric, after he left our room.

Eric had more friends over now he had private space, his room was directly above mine so I often heard them weightlifting, doing push-ups, sit-ups, and tossing a ball around or watching TV and CDs, often way too loud. It all seemed like innocent fun at the time, I regretted loosing that connection with him and his friends. He now often had sleepovers, sometimes with multiple friends as the camping sleeping bags were just outside his door. Speaking of his door, it was a repurposed closet door so it had no lock, but Eric got a eye and hook to latch it closed for privacy.

Once he and a friend Stan, were up there with the music too loud again, and my mom yelled up that Betty was on the phone, which he obviously didn’t hear, I had to run up to let him know, but the door was hooked. When the door was hooked there was about a 1 inch crack, so I peered into the crack as banged on the door, I suddenly saw a partial view of Eric’s naked ass bending over attempting to put on his boxers, “Just a minute he yelled” and came to the door and opened it, I told him Betty was on the house phone, and he darted out the door, with an unusual woody tenting in his boxers. As I looked back into the room, I saw Stan shirtless on the bed with a sheet covering from the waist down, naïve and not yet putting 2 and 2 together yet. I yelled in over the music “Hey Stan“ and went back to my room. In hindsight, I should have realized what was really going on.

A few day’s later I came home from school and heard the guys “working out” upstairs and I snuck up the stairs to check out who was with Eric and doing push ups and weight lifting, to my surprise I didn’t see anyone in the workout area, so I snuck back to the door and forced the crack open, I heard sounds but the music kept me from hearing very much, and the crack wasn’t wide enough to see the bed but both must have been on the bed as the bean bag chair was empty. Then I saw something that changed my train of thought, I saw Eric’s boxers on that bean bag chair, could he possibly be naked or are those just dirty boxers, no he wouldn’t leave his dirty clothes around his friends. I knew he wore boxers always around the house, so it wouldn’t be unusual for him to be in boxers even with his friends around, so I hung out for a while and I was getting aroused thinking of the possibilities, nah not Eric I must be assuming things, suddenly I heard fumbling of the hook, someone was unlocking the door, I scurried past the hanging clothes, hoping to be hidden, I slid behind the knee wall bookcase backs, in the crawl space, as I looked around the corner through the hanging clothes it was Eric, stark naked with a boner bent up to the roof. I got my own boner, as he pulled out a magazine from the rafters above his ceiling over his door and went back inside. I snuck downstairs and tried to listen intently from my room. It was hot whether my fantasies were true or not, I got off thinking of the possibilities of what was actually going on.

A few days later when Eric was out I went up to the crawl space, peeled back the insulation and made a small peep hole in the cheap paneling backing, where I could get a good view of Eric’s bed, and then moved stuff on his shelves to get a better view, and waited for the next time the chance arose to use it.

To my disappointment I snuck up often, as if I was addicted to try to catch them, but nothing ever seemed to happen. I only once caught Eric jerking to a dirty magazine, don’t get me wrong, but that in itself was hotter than hell, and I even brought an old T-shirt back to the crawl space for a jerk off rag for myself. Then one day I caught Eric and Stan both sucking and jerking each other with that dirty magazine. Oh YES my every fantasy was becoming a reality. Stan had a nice body, a short but stubby fat dick, with Eric’s thin curved cock and they took turns sucking, then disaster struck mom came up knocking on the door and they scrambled to cover up turned the tv on and Eric put boxers on asking “what mom”? She said dinner is in 15 did you happen to see your brother he’s not in his room, is he with you in there? “No” he answered and said he’ll be right down, and “can Stan stay tonight”, “sure Eric that’s fine”.

They went down to dinner and I followed shortly after once it was safe, we ate and they headed back to Eric’s room, and me to mine. After a while I snuck back up to the crawl space and my little perch. I waited and waited and actually fell asleep back there, I awoke to noises, and quickly peered in, but again to my disappointment it was too dark to see anything, but I easily jerked off too the sounds coming from the room. It was the visualization in my mind that gave me the best orgasms ever. I soon realized I needed a new cum rag as this one was getting pretty stiff and stinky. I went back to my bedroom and tossed the rag, and went to sleep for the night.

The next time Eric was out I went up to replace my cum rag and remembered the magazine in the rafters, so I reached up, and to my surprise there were several of them, I pulled them down and they were rag tagged and dog eared, and even some sticky pages stuck together. Then I realized, they were all guys, Eric had a stash of gay magazines, I looked at everyone of them and filled my new cum rag quite quickly, several times.

A few more years went by, I got used to being by myself, I still fantasized about Eric, especially as I grew older and more mature. Eric enrolled in a local community college so he could commute and so he still lived home, I often upset Eric a lot because I always had to go to the bathroom (we only had one bathroom in the small house) while he was in the shower, at least that was my excuse to check him out through the frosted shower glass.

One day mom and dad said our teenage cousin Elaine would be visiting for about 3 weeks, because my aunt and uncle were going on a retirement vacation. I immediately said “where will she stay”, and they said we think she’ll stay in your room and you can stay with Eric. My eyes lit up with excitement, but Eric’s disappointment was evident. I stopped up to Eric’s room later and asked if I could bring some clothes up and store them on one of the empty shelves, he offered to help, and he placed them right where my peep hole was, luckily he didn’t see it or figure that out.

The time drew near, and I couldn’t wait and I was overly anxious about my forth coming visit with Eric. Elaine arrived I showed her to my freshly cleaned room, told her what’s fair game and what’s off limits. That night I headed up to Eric’s room, I was sleeping in the same room as my brother for the first time. Not only that I would be sharing his bed with him. True to form Eric came up the stairs from the bathroom in just his boxers, climbed into bed and said he got the wall side. I stripped down to my boxers too, and climbed into bed.

Eric fell asleep with his back towards the wall, too quickly, as I wrestled to get comfortable, I slowly worked my backside toward Eric’s crotch. To my surprise I quickly and quite unexpectedly hit his dick, I thought to myself, shit he has a hard on. I instantly got hard. Suddenly his hand came over my side as it tightened on my stomach. Shit, shit, shit, I can’t believe this, is he awake? He didn’t seem to be. I took a chance and reached over and touched his dick through his boxers, he didn’t move but his dick responded with a bounce. I slid the fly hole over his shaft exposing his naked shaft. He still asleep, his fingers began softly rubbing my stomach, I said “Eric”? No reply. I slid his dick up the leg of my boxers, rubbing it slightly on my naked leg skin, god it was great, I wasn’t sure if it was that I was holding Eric’s dick in my hand or the head rubbing against my naked skin.

Suddenly his hand touched my hard on, unless my hard on touched his hand, and his hand slid further down, as his open palm and fingers engulfed my package, gently squeezing it. I felt some sticky deposited on my leg back, he is definitely exited, he must be awake. I started rocking my hips, forcing his slightly moving hand on me, to me sliding in and out of his hand at my pace. That action with my hand on Eric’s dick made his dick ride up my shorts hitting my ass cheek.

Soon after Eric came all over my leg and ass, as I continued to rock and eventually came in Eric’s hand. I continued to lay still, wondering what to do, but apparently fell asleep. The next morning, I woke Eric’s dick was still sticking out of his shorts but limp and pressed against my leg and there was dry cum on my belly, and probably his hand. I continued to pretend I was still sleeping. Eric started to get up, adjusted his dick back into his boxers, took his hand away, said under his breath, “Shit”, and crawled over me and out of the room. I got up changed my shorts, threw on a T-shirt and sat in the bean bag chair. Eric came in and asked if I was ok? I said I slept great. Then I asked him, he said I guess so, haven’t woke up like that in years. I said woke up like what, he said I think we both had wet dreams. I shyly said, yeah I noticed my shorts were damp in the rear, and I think we need to change the sheets from in front of me. Lol

Part 2 to follow