A young man's summer [full story] - Sex Stories

A young man's summer [full story]

MY BEGINNING My name is Jason, and I am a typical teenaged young man; lean, horny all the time and really happy that I have reached the age where I can get a job that pays better than mowing lawns or delivering papers. My parents work all the time and me and my older b*****r John, have had the house to ourselves since I was 8 and he was 13, which meant no more getting up at 5:30 to go to a sitter who would either keep us all day or make sure we got on the bus for school. I discovered the concept of sex early on; John would jerk off constantly if he thought no one was watching, this started when he was 11. He collected various books and magazines and had a large selection of porn stashed in the basement. By the time I was 10, John would gladly share his porn with me, and while I still didn't 'get' what was going on, I knew from what he told me that in a year or two it would become a lot more interesting, yea buddy! This was before the internet but our parents signed up as soon as it was available in our area. Dad had a PC that he kept in his study, mostly for work, but we played all sorts of games on it when it was free, we even used it to do our homework. When Dad got a new laptop for work, John and I inherited his old machine, which we quickly moved into our room, John was pretty computer savvy and with little effort figured ways around the content blocks Dad had installed as well as ways to hide what we were really doing in private, so by the time I too began masturbating ...

... at age 11 we had access to the endless selection of porn there was to be had for free on the world wide web! By the time John started driving at 16, he was always gone in the evenings, either at his after school job or dating, some of the babes he took out were really hot and I drooled over them when he would bring one over to the house. I caught him fucking one or the other of them enough times that we developed a signal system so I wouldn't walk in while they were in the room. Usually this was a sock on the doorknob, which Mom never did quite understand! As time went on, John talked Dad into building him a room in the basement but we had to help, fair enough, we picked-up the essentials of driving nails and John ran the power tools, and by the Spring that I turned 13, the three of us built John his own man-cave downstairs that had the advantage of his own outside door, we still used the sock on the doorknob to signal our desire for privacy, but unless he cranked up his music I rarely even knew he was home. By this time we each had our own laptops and of course, our own rooms; the internet was in full swing with whatever you wanted, and John and I didn't share as much as we used to. I found myself looking at a lot of gay stuff, even though I didn't feel like I was gay. More so, I enjoyed watching solo guys getting themselves off, using various toys and tools. Though, I must say, some of the trannies I watched nearly made me cum in my drawers. My favorite however turned out to ...