“Can I see you?” I asked tepidly. I knew that he was nervous, but I could also tell he was excited as I was. He thought for a moment and then nodded his head. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and threw it on the hood of the car. His body was different than the man in the magazine, he was a little thinner and his stomach wasn’t as definitively ridged. But his arms looked stronger, his shoulders. He had the build of a farmer. I wanted to feel his muscles with my hands and to have them wrapped around my shoulders. I wanted to kiss his stomach and show his body how much I loved it. But Joseph wasn’t done yet, he quickly unzipped his trousers and pulled them down. In a few seconds my brother was standing naked in front of me. I was shocked.
Beyond his just his radically different upper body, my brother’s lower body looked like it belonged to a different species, rather than just a different sex. His legs were thicker than mine, less graceful. His body was covered in hair, even more than mine would have been if not for my daily regime. But more bizarre still was the cause of the bulge I’d seen in the magazine. There was a long flesh shaft rising from between Joseph’s legs. The tip was round and pink, the rest was the color of skin, except there were more veins. And down near the base were two large balls secure in a pouch of skin. It was absolutely alien looking. But I wanted to see more.
“You look very handsome,” I said to Joseph and he blushed and grinned, “Can I have a closer look?” I asked cautiously.
“Yes,” Joseph said softly. I walked over to my brother and put my hand on his bare chest. The muscles I’d felt through his shirt were warmer now and I could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest. I squeezed his muscles, feeling their strength under his skin. He looked down at my hand and smiled. I wanted to kiss him, but I knew we did not have much time. There was something else I wanted to see.
I stood close to my brother, just a few inches from his body, then I squatted down in front of him with my legs spread wide. Now my knees were almost touching my brother’s shins and his shaft was directly at eye level. It looked no less alien close up, but it was not unpleasant. I found it fascinating. What’s more, so close I could smell my brother’s musk, an enticing aroma.
“The one in the man’s pants, in the magazine didn’t stick up as much,” I observed aloud.
“Sometimes it stands up and other times it is soft,” Joseph explained, “It depends on… lots of things I guess.” He said.
“Do you control it?” I asked and he laughed a bit.
“No, not really,” he said. I was a little disappointed. I would have liked to see it go from hard to soft and then back. But then another idea struck me.
“May I touch it?” I asked, looking up at my brother. He looked nervous, but I could tell he wanted me to touch his shaft as much as I wanted to feel it. He hesitated another moment.
“Okay,” he said at last, letting out a long breath. I reached forward. I took my brothers balls in my hand, setting them gently on my palm. I heard my brother gasp a bit. They felt heavy and hot in my hand. I most them around a bit, enjoying the way my fingers sunk into the flesh. I could feel the blood pumping in his veins.
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