Curious

This is why I need an older brother. 

We’d go camping. We don’t need a dad, or a creepy uncle, or the meat-headed cousins. Just us.

We’d sleep with our pants off for body warmth. I’d leave the lamp on to watch him sleep and get a glimpse of his bare butt without fear of awkwardness for staring too long.

We’d wake up, and he’d struggle over the single air mattress, hobbling, crouching, still without pants on, to get out of the tent without waking me. He’d stand up and stretch outside while looking out to the lake. I’d pretend to be still asleep and open one eye to watch his ass twitch and firm up, and then relax again, as he stretches. I’d get up, and we’d have our morning piss just outside the tent, onto the dirt just before the thin, fallen tree, with steam coming off our streams as it hits the dirt. If only he knew what I’d give to lay down right in front of him.

After breakfast, we’d dig holes and go poop together, squatting down, with the wet grass tickling our butt cheeks as we talk about squirrels and birds. We’d comfortably maintain eye contact and continue talking as our turds almost-simultaneously squeeze out of our buttholes and drop into the dirt below us. If he knew I wanted to take the rag and wipe for him.

We’d have a day of fishing, hiking and taking stupid photos of each other, eventually falling over each other into the tent at the end of the night, exhausted and sunburned. I’d manage to get in a quick wank, even though it would wobble the air mattress we share, but he wouldn’t say anything; and I’d do the same for him. If only he knew though, the image that pushed me over the edge from just touching myself to shooting a cum load, was the thought of one day being close enough to his sweet, sweaty ass, that I could press my nose between his cheeks and sniff; tilt my head up and kiss it, and snuggle against it, jerking myself off as he jiggled his ass in my face.

My older bro. 

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