It was that prison term of the year again as the eldest brother, Percy, celebrated his birthday. This twelvemonth he knew it was gon na be a lot more different ; he 'd raise a lot more tomentum and his gumshoe had nearly doubled in cinch and length. The growthspurt began in mid-August, a few months before Walker Percy 's December birthday. It also lent him an stallion foot of height, making him the tallest boy in to the highest degree of his classes at 6'2.

Not so long ago he 'd still been just a boy, but now that he was fifteen he knew that Michael would have more hard of a situation with discovering puberty. Michael himself was starting to ask doubt about sex and girlfriend as school sex education had raised so many Thomas More head. Living in the countryside, neither could turn to the internet.

Anyways—as the menage celebrated, the two boy readied themselves up for their yearbook crotch measuring event.

By the time dark fell, the two boys were stuffed total with cake and crapulence. Joe—Percy 's bestfriend—slept on the sofa. Sir Henry Percy and Michael slept in the same room ; different beds.

Percy brought with him the late results of last year 's measure, but he knew that it was n't just a case of development here-or-there but also the fact that his equipment was now fully operative ; he 'd also discovered the joy of teenage masturbation that he 'd pass onto his younger sibling. Michael too had noticed that his pal now better filled the front of his school trousers—a lot more than the other boys—and was also aware that he had a couple of curly whisker at the base of operations of his phallus, a bit like his brother had showed off last year.

Percy already knew, of course of study. It was hard not to when your younger brother bragged that he 'd been the first in his entire gym class.

Determined by odd age, Michael went first as he was thirteen. He quickly took down his shorts and shucked off his plaid boxer. Percy kneeled and, using his mother 's sowing tape, he measured his fiddling bro 's soft dicklet. `` Nice—three in long. A tiny bit more than an inch wide. ``

Michael pouted. `` You were that big when you were eleven ! pudding head gene, '' he muttered.

It was time to get his rear measurement, so Hotspur pulled out a push-down storage of porn powder magazine he 'd saved up to buy over the years. `` You start wanking yet, microphone ? '' His index and middle finger rolled the dicklet 's prepuce back and Forth over the tip. Percy, being born in the metropolis and thus circumcised, had always been fascinated by it.

Not wishing to embarrass himself, Michael answered plausive. He 'd never even heard the word before and was n't sure what it meant, but he knew he 'd been caught in the lie, if his brother 's raised eyebrow was anything to go off by.

'' I 'll shew you, '' Sir Henry Percy offered. The fingerbreadth on the dicklet were soon replaced by his fist. Michael gasped and turned to him in askance. `` Just tryin'to assist. You 'll thank me in a bit. ``

'' A-all rightfield, '' Michael muttered. `` Just be appease, please. ``

With granted permission, Percy cradled and fondled his brother 's cocklet and soon found himself face-to-face with his brother 's erection.

'' Damn, '' said Michael. `` Neat way to get a stiffy. Felt ripe too. Thanks. ``

Sir Henry Percy once again grabbed the tape measurer and lining it up against his brother 's pecker, they agreed on a new measure. `` Four and a half column inch long. Maybe two column inch thick in a month or so. ``

Now it was Sir Henry Percy 's turn and for the first metre, Michael noticed he was hesitant. `` What 's the matter ? '' he enquired. `` You worried I 'm gon na overtake up ? ''

Percy nervously chuckled. `` In your pipe dream, 'lil bro. '' The teen sighed. `` I 'm just not sure if things 'll be allow with how much has changed. ``

'' What'd'ya mean 'changed'? We 've always agreed to do this. I hope you 're not chickening out, '' he said. With a smirk, he imitated a chicken 's front and gobbled.

'' Shut up, dumbie. Just promise to prevent everything a underground. allot ? '' he asked, presenting his hired man. Not for the first time, Michael noticed how hairy it was.

'' 'course, dumbass. Nothing 's changed. ``

Percy stoically took off his shirt. With his arms raised, Michael noticed that there was n't a I hairsbreadth under his arms. Probably shaved them, he thought.

Right away, Michael noticed the thick hair travelling down Percy 's navel. As he waited, he decided to play with his boy turncock and it felt almost as honorable as when his chum played with it.

It did n't take long for the shorts to go and the underclothes to come along. Unlike the loose, cotton bagger Michael wore, Percy 's were tight and enhanced his figure. It also—perhaps purposely—shaped around his gibbosity, leaving goose egg to the imagination.

Slowly, Percy slid down his underwear—Michael did n't fuck what to bid them. They were n't boxers—and in that blink of an eye he noticed just how much hair his buddy had down there. Then came the base of Harry Hotspur 's tool and damn, it was thick. Michael grumbled in jealousy.

After what seemed care forever, inch-by-inch the tip if his cock appeared. Circumcised, with the scar sitting half a millimeter below the glans. To Michael 's optic, the total thing looked huge. For mortal Sir Henry Percy 's age, it downright would be.

Percy 's cock hung in front of him, stacked on top of two heavy, red-toned Ball. The sack was smooth-shaven and hung at to the lowest degree four inch down. Michael might never be as big as Percy in the future, but at to the lowest degree he felt better that probably not many would be. No one in his life, at least.

'' You okay ? '' his caring chum asked. `` Let 's get this over with before I get gruelling. '' Michael agreed and, unrolling the mensuration taping, they measured its distance at five and three-quarters of an column inch. It 's girth had tripled from hold out time ; it was eight inch around and pumped full of stock, if the thick veins around it was any indication.

'' Want me to get'chu hard, like you did for me ? '' Michael asked, hand already rising up and failing to ring around the slurred girth.

'' Do as you want, '' Percy responded. `` I 'll wan na finish it off, though. '' Michael had no melodic theme what he meant but leaned forward anyways and began rubbing the glans. `` Fondle by testis too, please. Fu—frick, yeah, that hits the spot ! ``

Percy refused to excommunicate around his Brother, though exchange words were bonny play.

Michael was far more impressed with the weight of his golf testis than his mental lexicon. It threw him into shock when they began tightening and released a clear fluid. `` Holy cow ! What 's that ? '' he whisper-yelled. `` Is that pee coming out ? ``

His innocence turned Hotspur on even more. `` No, it 's pre-cum. Helps by making it despicable and soft to take sex. '' Michael did n't vex asking what sex was—he 'd asked two year prior after Percy said 'he 'd drop off his v-card to a girl ,'and the teen refused to separate him.

'' Anyways, '' Percy began. `` I'ma indigence to terminate off in a bit, but I got ta measure beforehand. You can let go, '' and handing him the measuring tape recording, he did as he said.

Now, Percy knew full-of-the-moon well that he was the boastful kid in his year, probably the entire school. An official measure was just a confirmation.

Michael pushed the insensate metal end against the boy 's pubes and steadied the ribbon. It measured at a bully ten inches and grew an inch in girth. A drop of pre-cum fell and splashed onto the earth before him.

'' I needa finish right hand now—I'ma go to the bathroom. '' he said.

'' What'd'ya mean ? '' Michael whined in foiling. `` How else will I learn if I do n't even know what you mean by 'finish !'''

Harry Hotspur stared at him for a unspoilt few second base before he finally acquiesced.

'' Fine. Like I said before : do n't say a word. Now get in bed. You can ascertain there and not get anything on you. ``

Michael again did n't know why he had to follow those instructions, but he relented. Anyone would with these kind of secrets.

Percy then began moving his paw over his duration, paying extra care to the glans. It was, of track, the only sensible part of his cock. His circumcision removed almost all of the sore inner skin—unlike pattern circumcisions.

To Michael, it seemed like Percy was in another world. His hips buckled up to adjoin his fist, pounding away. His ballsack had tightened to a sober degree and the same clear fluid began pumping out of his slit with reverence.

Michael could find out Percy 's ventilation become labored. His sidekick 's human face turned into a grimace before his articulatio coxae shot up one endure time, a groan of pleasure signifying his release.

Michael was astounded as various ropes of a pearly-white fluid shot out of his chum 's cock. It landed everywhere—his chum 's hair, chest, and face were all affected. The black headboard of the bed juxtaposed the silky roach of lily-white fluid that had been shot on it.

Percy was thinking about something else. It was the outset time he 'd ever ejaculated in front of someone, and it turned him on severely. The sheer power behind his burst had scared Michael, though the boy understood that it was the cause of Harry Hotspur 's pleasure. It also looked a bit fun and he knew it would n't be long until he could do the same.

Hotspur cleaned up the pickle with a crusty towel under his bed. It was Michael 's first time seeing it. He wondered how farsighted Percy had been playing with himself before today.

Michael could smell the stuff from where he sat. It smelled like a diluted bleach solution.

Seconds of secretiveness passed before the brothers broke into a giggle. Sir Henry Percy wanted to do it again in front of his brother, and Michael wanted to tout to his acquaintance about everything he 'd learned and seen .