This story is based on the TV show "the Wonder years" created by Neal Marlens and Carol Black and produced by ABC television. This story does not represent the true sexual orientation of any of the characters or the actors that portray them. All scenes in this story are entirely in the mind of the author. There may be scenes of sex between young boys and between boys and older men and boys. If this is not to your taste, don't read it.
"Hi, my name is Kevin Arnold, I am 13 years old. I live with my mother and father an older sister and my older brother Wayne (16)." "My brother is a real butthead, and we seem to fight most of the time, the exception is when he wants a blowjob or to stick his fat cock up my ass. This has been going on since I was 11 and he was 14." "It started when I ask him one day what all the noise is almost every night when I am trying to sleep?" "What do you mean noise, do I snore or something and bother you, you little fag." "He was always calling me names, and I was not sure what "fag" meant but I knew it was something bad or he wouldn't call me that." I told him, "I don't know but it sounds like your having trouble breathing and you moan like something hurts." "Now I didn't care if that was true, he could be dying and I wouldn't care to much but I was curious about the noise." "yeah well listen butthead, you just keep that information to yourself, your to young to know what I'm doing." "Boy now he really had me wondering and I thought I would try to see what he was up to." "The next night when he got in bed I pretended to sleep and after awhile when he felt safe, in the dim light I could make out his sheet going up and down and he was making those noises again." "I got out of my bed real quiet like and tip-toed over to his side of the room. It was pretty dark but I could see his eyes were closed and it looked like he was beating his peter with his hand." (Little did I know then about beating your "peter"). "I moved my foot and accidentally kicked a shoe and his eyes popped open and he said, what the fuck are you doing?" "Jesus he scared me to death, I jumped back to my own bed and whispered, nothing, I just wanted to see what you were doing. I had never heard him use that word before, he swore when my folks weren't around but not THAT word, and it scared me." "OK you little shit, you want to see well look," and he pulled back the blankets and was he was naked in bed. I know when he got in bed he wore PJ bottoms like I did. Anyway, for the first time since we were little and took baths together I saw his what at the time I thought of as, his thing. Boy had it changed. It was long and fat and had hair all around it. I just stared at it and then I ask, "but what were you doing?" "If you must know, I was jacking off!" "What is that, whats it mean?" ""Jeez your dumb, watch what I do." He put his hand on what I now know is a cock and stroked it up and down. I thought, boy he calls me dumb and he does stuff like that? Well pretty soon his cock got hard and he kept up the stroking and started to make those noises and breath fast. His eyes closed and with a gasp his cock spurted out a rope of white stuff, I knew it wasn't pee because of the color and how thick it was. "What is that, did you hurt yourself?" I naively asked. At first he didn't answer but as he got his breath back he said "I just came, I made the stuff that makes babies." Well usually he would hit me or something but for the next hour he gave me my first sex education lesson, little did I know he had other ideas in mind. We went to our beds and soon we slept, but I kept thinking about all he had told me and hoped to learn more. The next night he said, "hey butthead, you want to help me do what I did last night?" "Uh, I guess so" I said, I was afraid he was going to do something to me like always but instead he told me to come over to his bed. He was laying on top of the covers, naked and playing with his cock. "Here, you take it and do what I was just doing" he told me. I was nervous but put my hand on his cock, my fingers did not reach all the was around it, it was so big (at least to my 11 year old mind). "OK, now stroke it," and he put his hand on mine to show me what to do. Pretty soon I guess I was doing OK because he took his hand off and laid back and closed his eyes and started that moaning again, I didn't know what that was about. "OK, faster, but don't squeeze to hard" he told me. I did what he said and then he started to buck his hips up and down and I said, "am I hurting you?" "No, no keep doing it and then I felt his cock jerk in my hand and that stuff came out of it. It flew up to his chest and then his stomach and then just dribbled out. It got on my hand and I thought it was gross, all warm and slimy. More moaning and groaning and then, "thanks little brother, I'll show you more tomorrow." Well over the next few weeks, we went from me jerking him off to, "come on Kevin kiss the head" to "just put your lips on it," to, "move your mouth up and down it." I did all this and didn't mind it and also Wayne had stopped beating me up all the time. He was still a jerk and treated me rotten except at night but he didn't hit me so much. One night he told me to take off my PJ bottoms, up to this time I was always dressed and he was naked so I wondered what this was for. I was also ashamed because I just had a little cock, even when it was hard which it was every time I played with or sucked Wayne's cock. Wayne didn't pay much attention to my little wienie, he just told me to turn around and he then was rubbing my butt cheeks. "You got a cute ass Kevin, I think we should move on to your next lesson."
"Whats that?" I asked him and he said, you'll see soon enough." Well the first few nights he had me naked and he played with my butt and then he ran a finger over my hole, I thought that a was real dirty thing to do. After about a week he wet his finger and put it in me, it hurt but not to bad and he had me suck him while he moved his finger back and forth in me. By now he had me swallowing his "cum", his word for the white stuff. I didn't mind to much, it had a sweet/salty taste. A couple of weeks later he had me lay on my belly and he got behind me and I was shocked when I felt his face at my butt and something wet licking my crack. "Wayne, what are you doing, I poop from there." "Yeah but you showered before you came to bed and I hope you washed good" he said. Over the next two or three nights he got to sucking my hole and putting two or three fingers in me and I got to kinda liking it. Then one night he had me suck him but then he turned me over and licked my ass again and he put his cock at my hole instead of his fingers. This can't be good I thought as he pushed and I felt the head of his cock pop in past my pucker. My face was buried in my pillow but I yelled with pain and he stopped. He tried to push more but it hurt to much. It took another week before he could put the whole thing in me and a few more days before he could what I now know is fuck me. Once he got me used to it, I was hooked. I loved it when he did it to me, sometimes I would ask him for it and if he was mad at me he would just let me suck him. I think some times he did me three time, morning, after school before anyone else was home and then at night when we were in bed. I still didn't like him much and he still treats me like shit but I loved the sex. At first I thought his cock was huge, but after we started to have sex I checked out guys cocks every chance I got and now know, he was big but not out of the ordinary, maybe 6-6 1/2 inches and fairly thick. There were boys in my gym class almost that big, but I was to afraid to try anything with them.
Wayne used me for sex for almost two years before I did it with someone else.
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