I’m Julio, 5’10” and built with 180 pounds of lean muscle from my long-distance running. I've been on the track team since junior year, but before that, wrestling and soccer defined my athletic life. My muscular build includes a notable posterior, a testament to my sports background. With pale skin, jet-black hair, and deep black eyes, I feel like I’m caught in that awkward in-between phase of adolescence and adulthood, eagerly waiting to fully mature.
I must tell you that I come from a family that loves sports.
My dad, Nathan, excelled in wrestling throughout junior high and high school before playing football in college. Standing at 6’2”, with a farmer's build, blond hair, and sharp features, he can seem imposing. However, his soft-spoken and gentle nature reveals a kind-hearted man beneath the intimidating exterior.
My mom is a firecracker, as my dad always says. She was in track all through junior high and into college. She’s 5’2” with tons of energy, light golden skin thanks to her Latin roots, black hair, brown eyes, full lips, and a slim build. Her name is Maria.
My older brother, Chris, is 6 foot and recently graduated high school and is taking a year off to save money before heading to college in California. He shares Dad’s thick frame and strong build, but this summer, his boyish look has given way to a more mature sharp appearance. Chris has always been athletic, having played both soccer and football throughout school.
Needless to say, we all have asses for days—it’s a running joke in the family.
I got home from school exhausted; we had a late run, and I was beat. I took the long back roads to drop off my buddy Jack at his place before heading home.
My parents were off today, meeting with their work friends, the Smiths, which surprised Chris and me because they swore they hated them. But after their first couples date, they changed their tune. Now, they are best friends.
Good, I thought—I’ll get some peace and quiet to have some alone time. I staggered into the bathroom, my body sticky with sweat from the long run. The steam from the hot water was already curling up around the glass door as I turned on the faucet. The sound of water cascading down was soothing, and as I stepped under the spray, the heat enveloped me, melting away the grime of the day. The lingering scent of sweat mixed with the refreshing fragrance of my body wash, creating a clean, invigorating aroma that made the day’s exhaustion slowly fade away.
“Julio, you in there?” I heard my brother yell. “Yeah, I’m in here, jerking off!” I yelled back. “Mind if I join?” Chris laughed as he barged in, already half-undressed. We spent the next few minutes just fooling around, slapping each other and pulling on each other’s dicks.
Growing up, my brother and I were raised in an environment where open communication was key. Our parents, always champions of honesty, believed that being open about our feelings and experiences, including our sexuality, was crucial for our development. We were taught from a young age to approach such topics with maturity and understanding, fostering a bond of trust and support between us.
While we’re both straight, we’ve occasionally shared intimate moments like mutual masturbation, finding humor in the experience and laughing together afterward.
“So, how’s your dating life?” Chris asked casually, giving me a teasing nudge.“Not much happening, to be honest,” I replied, trying to downplay it as Chris messed around pulling on my hard cock. “I’m afraid it’s just my hands and yours,” I said with a grunt.
I decided to take charge and turned my brother around as if in a dance. I then bear-hugged him, pressing my hard cock between his big asscheeks. “How’s it going with Sara?” I asked as I let my cock slip between his cheeks. “Ooo, baby,” he teased, laughing, but damn, his ass felt warm and wet.
“Well, it’s not bad, but I really want to bang her, bro,” he said as he shook his asscheeks around, sending jolts of pleasure into my hard 8-inch penis.
“She’s been with a few guys before, and I can’t help but wonder if I’ll measure up,” Chris admitted, his usual confidence wavering a bit.
“Don’t worry, man. You’ve got nothing to be insecure about, 8 inches is nothing to laugh at” I reassured him, trying to lighten the mood.
“I know, but still, I went and asked Uncle Rick for some advice, and guess what? He came through.”
“Uncle Rick was known for his wild sex life,” Chris said. “He had a story about a high school teacher who used to tie him up and keep him going for hours.” He was always full of unconventional advice, “which is why I wasn’t surprised when he handed me this training tool”
“So, tell me, what did Sensei Rick tell you?” I said, laughing as we dried off.
“I have to show you,” my brother said with excitement. “It’s a sex trainer. You have to see it.”
So we dried off and ran naked back to the upstairs rooms, slapping each other’s big asses along the way. “Your ass looks like it’s grown,” he said, giving it a good squeeze.
Once inside, my brother pulled out his football gym bag and took out a plastic mold of some kind. The training toy looked like a square mold with a realistic opening, designed to simulate the real thing. It was straightforward but clearly meant to serve a very specific purpose.
Chris and I were always close, so when he brought out a new tool for ‘ sex training,’ I was intrigued. It was something Uncle Rick had recommended, and even though we had never used anything like it before, I trusted my brother’s judgment.
“Uncle Rick suggested I try this,” Chris said, laying it on the bed with a curious expression.“So, the idea is to help you build stamina and control, so you last longer during sex,” Chris explained. “It’s like strength training, but for your endurance in bed.”
“Uncle wants me to train first for 3 weeks and then meet with him to see if I need to make any adjustments.”
Being very new to sex of any kind, this was different and exciting for me. Chris had only lost his V-card on prom night, Chris confessed with a hint of embarrassment, “I barely made it through three thrusts before I was done.” He recounted his prom night with a rueful smile, his face flushed as he remembered the fleeting nature of his first sexual encounter. His admission was tinged with both regret and a touch of humor, acknowledging his inexperience while highlighting his desire to improve. Chris felt he needed help, and I thought so too. But now, I could practice as well.
Chris rummaged through the cluttered interior of his gym bag, his movements quick and deliberate. After a moment of searching, he produced a small, sleek object that was shaped like a wand. Its smooth, metallic surface glinted under the room’s light, and the cylindrical egg-shaped head was a stark contrast to the other, more utilitarian items in the bag. The device seemed almost futuristic, its purpose hinting at something both intriguing and intimate.
Curiosity piqued, I asked with a hint of trepidation, “What exactly is that?” My eyes were fixed on the wand in Chris’s hand, trying to make sense of its unfamiliar shape. The object seemed out of place, its sleek design and smooth contours suggesting it was something beyond the usual sports equipment.
“This is a training device too,” Chris explained. “The wand is supposed to help you control your climax,” Chris said, pointing to the sleek, egg-shaped head. “You insert it when you’re close and turn it on. It’s like hitting the pause button to build up more stamina.”
Part of me was excited to try something new, to push myself like I always had in sports. But another part of me couldn’t shake the feeling that this was something more than just physical training.
“Whoa, that sounds intense. Is it gonna hurt?” I asked, a bit nervous, ignoring the nagging voice in my head. “No, Uncle Rick swears by this stuff,” Chris said, holding up the bottle of Astroglide with a grin. “Way better than regular lotion.” “I put a squirt of it inside the training toy, then the wand, before I start.”
My eyes lit up. This could be a game-changer,” I thought, eager to try it out. I couldn’t wait.
“Wow,” I muttered, half-impressed, half-baffled. “Uncle Rick really thought of everything, didn’t he?
"What time are our parents home?" Chris asked. "It's a couples' night, so probably not until midnight."
“Perfect. We can both figure this out together,” Chris said with a grin, clearly excited.
"Okay, but how?" I asked.
"Wait, let me get the instructions," Chris said. He went back into his gym bag and pulled out a single folded paper. He read some of it in mumbles before sharing it with me.
"Okay, so Uncle Rick said I need to make sure to put lots of lube on the toy," he said as I squeezed a generous dollop of Astroglide into the sex trainer.
"Uncle said that I need to vary my thrust and angles, and after I’ve started, if I’m starting to feel my balls rising to climax, I need to put some lube on the wand and stick it in all the way in, then turn it on.
"Uncle said a minimum of 5 minutes on the first try, and 10 minutes should be the goal."
"Fuck yeah," I was excited. Who doesn’t want to last 10 minutes of full-on sex? The more stamina, the better.
"Okay, let’s do this," my brother said as he used some lube on his cock. "
"I’ll tell you when," he said. My gaze followed with a mixture of fascination and awe as Chris’s impressive 8-inch cock slid into the trainer. The device, with its contoured shape designed to simulate a real experience, enveloped him in a snug fit. Each movement was accentuated by the soft squelch of the lube, and I could see the taut muscles in Chris’s lower body flex and strain with each thrust. "Mmmmm," he moaned.
I was happy he included me in this training. It would help me as well. Not that I had a girlfriend or anything, but the better prepared you are, the better.
"Ooo shit," he moaned. "This feels so good," he said. "Almost as good as the real thing." Shit, I was horny.
"Julio, get behind me, bro, and when I’m getting close, use the wand, thing Uncle sent. I want to make sure my stamina is at least 5 minutes."
“Alright, I’m here to help. Let’s do this,” I said, ready to support him." I was literally a face away from my brother’s ass. His balls were nice and fluffy, and his cock was buried deep in the training toy.
"Set the timer on your phone," he said. "I want to see where I’m at so I can improve."
I reached for my phone and set a 5-minute timer. "Okay, ready when you are," I said.
My brother wasted no time sliding his cock into the toy, pulling out to just the base of his head where the head folds and the slit becomes visible before slamming back down. “This is intense,” Chris said, his voice thick with concentration. “Almost like the real thing.” he grunted.
Damn, I thought. From this angle, I could see the muscles around his lower body working in unison—relaxing and tensing and flexing to give my brother the thrust he needed to slam down and into the training toy.
I could see the determination in his face, but there was something else too—like a battle going on inside him. Was he doing this just to get better at sex, or was he trying to prove something to himself?
He was on automatic, thrusting his cock in and out, his balls slapping as he came down. Beads of sweat appeared on the lower curve of his back.
“How much time left?” Chris asked, his voice strained as he focused on keeping his rhythm.
“two minutes,” I said, continuing to monitor his progress.“You’ve got this, Chris! Keep going!” I shouted, getting caught up in the moment.
He shifted his position, currently holding his upper body up on his arms as he curved his back to better thrust into the training toy.
He flattened his upper body, raising his ass higher, giving me a clear view of his pink hole winking and relaxing as he plunged in deep and hard, his ass clapping as he sank deep. Damn, I was watching my brother fuck, and I was hard as a rock.
“You are on Four minutes,” I said. My brother’s voice came weak and breathy. “I’m getting close, Shit Julio, use the wand.”
I was incredibly horny but wasn’t about to let my brother lose his cool. I quickly grabbed the wand. “It’s ready,” I said. “As soon as the egg at the front slides in, Uncle said to push the rest of it all the way in,” he said, his pumping and thrusting becoming faster and deeper. “The feeling should help me from coming.”
He slowed down and reached back, pulling his ass cheeks apart. There, in front of me, was his pink, smooth hole framed by his muscular asscheeks. “Shit, hurry,” he said as his thrusts became erratic.
“Aaaaa shit,” he yelled as I pushed the egg-shaped tip of the wand into his hole. It was amazing to watch his hole swallow it. I saw his tensed and pulled-up balls lowered as the sensation sent a slight shiver through him, and his ass churned slightly as it was invaded for the first time.This felt like a line we’d never crossed before. Sure, we were close, but there was a difference between joking around and doing something like this. Was this really okay? I didn’t want to hurt him.
“Is that okay? Should I stop?” I asked, watching his reaction closely.
“It worked. I’m still hard, but I don’t want to cum anymore.” He was going to say something else, but I thought he already had the head of the wand in, so I pushed the rest of it in.
‘Ahhhhhhhh,’ he moaned, clearly overwhelmed by the sensations it provided.
A few moments later I yelled “It’s 5 minutes,” I said.
“Hell yeah!” Chris shouted, his energy surging as he began to power-fuck the training toy. I could hear his rapid breathing and see the straining of his muscles, the wand firmly held in his strong, muscular ass as his balls bounced and slapped.
“Fuck yeah, Chris, do it, bro!” I yelled, my own excitement building. “Mmmmmm” Chris’s deep, throaty moan reverberated through the room, a sound that was both primal and expressive. The noise seemed to embody the culmination of his sensations, a guttural release that spoke volumes about his pleasure.
“I’m almost there!” Chris groaned, his body tensing as he neared the edge, thrust his cock in fast and deep, his balls held tight near his body. I could clearly see his cock pulsing like a heartbeat.
“Slap, slap, SLAP!” His balls bounced as he drove fast into the training toy. “Fuuuuuuuuckkk!” he yelled into the mattress as the first spurt shot out, his cock expanding as the cum went through his shaft. “Shiiit!” as the second spurt splattered out of the plastic pussy and over its top. “Yesss!” he grunted as the last spurt of cum was deposited deep. He held this position as he oddly shivered and jerked, his body and mind lost in the pleasure of sweet release.
I made a conscious effort to remain as silent as possible, my breath coming in hushed, controlled bursts as I observed the scene unfolding before me. The need to stay quiet was palpable, a deliberate attempt to not intrude upon the moment while still being fully present. My gaze was steady, focusing intently on the details as I absorbed every nuance of the experience.
He lay there, his dick firmly planted in the training toy, and I couldn’t help but admire my brother’s body. Like Dad, he was thick but strong. His legs were hairy, and so was his chest. He shaved his balls and asshole to keep them clean; we both did. Uncle Rick had told us early on as we went through puberty that it kept our junk looking clean.
His ass was still buzzing from the wand, which now slightly hung out of him, with only the egg-shaped head still vibrating inside.
“Man, I made it,” Chris panted, catching his breath. “Did I hit five minutes?”
“You crushed it—almost six minutes,” I said, proud of him. “Sara’s gonna be blown away.” I said, laughing. Chris started laughing too, which was even funnier because it made the wand in his ass jump around. “Mmmmm,” I heard him moan again.
He pulled his cock out of the training toy. His thick cock was still dripping cum as he held it just outside the training toy. My brother looked impressive from this position—hot as fuck too.
“Okay, let me get this out,” I said. “Relax.” He raised his ass higher, and I could clearly see his pink hole shaking and squeezing as the wand kept buzzing.
I grabbed hold of the wand and began to pull it out. As his pink hole opened up to let it out, a moan escaped his lips, his mouth dropping open. “Ahh, that’s intense,” Chris murmured, his voice low and strained, as I slipped the head out of him.
“You fucking did it, Chris,” I said proudly. “You’ll be at 10 minutes in no time.”
He was wiping his dick clean, his body red from the exertion, sweat on his face. Chris wiped the sweat from his brow, his voice heavy with fatigue and satisfaction. ‘Damn, that was intense, brother,’ he said, his tone a mix of relief and exhilaration. He leaned against the edge of the bed, His words were punctuated by a satisfied chuckle, as he marveled at the effort and the result.
I thought it was over at the three minute mark,” Chris said “As soon as you pushed the wand in, I was able to hold on for a lot longer” Chris said.
He was spent, his breathing gradually returning to normal.
“Did it hurt?” I asked, holding the wand in my hand.
“When you put it in, yes” Chris said. “But not even a minute later, it felt great,” he said. “I’ve never cum so hard, like ever,” he said, opening his arms to emphasize his point.
We heard the automatic garage open and the usual ruckus of the door being lifted.
My heart raced at the thought of it being my turn next. It was one thing to watch Chris go through it, but to actually do it myself? That was a whole different story. What if I couldn’t handle it? What if I didn’t measure up? The thought of failing made my stomach tighten with anxiety.
“Shit,” I said. “When can I try?” I asked.
“The training Uncle Rick gave me was twice a week for 3 weeks. It’s Monday, so you can have a go at it tomorrow,” Chris said. “That will give me a chance to clean it and let it sit for a day before you use it.”
“Uncle said no sex or jerking off while training until I get to 10 minutes, so you can do the same. Thankfully, Sara is making me wait for sex, so it should work out.”
“Okay then, tomorrow we have a date,” I joked, touching the training toy on the bed, causing both of us to break out laughing.
I heard the keys at the door and ran across to my room to get changed.
Wow, I thought. Uncle Rick was doing Chris a huge favor. Dad would never talk about stuff like this. He struggled to even discuss the birds and the bees with us when we were younger.
So knowing that Uncle Rick would train Chris, and Chris would then help train me, was just awesome. Three weeks of training, twice a week, and no jerking off or sex was totally doable.
I was excited just thinking about having my turn. I was a little worried, but I knew I was in good hands. Chris would be supervising to make sure I did it right.
