It was that time of the year again as the eldest Brother, Percy, celebrated his birthday. This year he knew it was gon na be a lot more dissimilar ; he 'd grown a lot more than hair and his cock had nearly doubled in girth and length. The growthspurt began in mid-August, a few calendar month before Walker Percy 's December birthday. It also lent him an total foot of altitude, making him the tallest boy in nearly 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 difficult of a situation with discovering puberty. Michael himself was starting to ask enquiry about sex and young woman as shoal sex breeding had raised so many more than motion. Living in the countryside, neither could turn to the internet.

Anyways—as the family celebrated, the two boys readied themselves up for their annual genital organ measuring event.

By the time dark fell, the two boys were stuffed good with cake and potable. Joe—Percy 's bestfriend—slept on the sofa. Percy and Michael slept in the same way ; different beds.

Sir Henry Percy brought with him the previous results of last year 's measurement, but he knew that it was n't just a case of growth here-or-there but also the fact that his equipment was now fully functional ; he 'd also discovered the joy of teenage onanism that he 'd pass onto his vernal sibling. Michael too had noticed that his brother now better filled the front of his schooltime trousers—a lot more than the former boys—and was also cognizant that he had a dyad of curly hairs at the radical of his phallus, a bit like his pal had showed off conclusion year.

Sir Henry Percy already knew, of track. It was hard not to when your jr. 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 boxers and shucked off his tartan Boxer. Hotspur kneeled and, using his mother 's sowing tape, he measured his small bro 's delicate dicklet. `` Nice—three inches long. A flyspeck bit more than an inch wide. ``

Michael pouted. `` You were that big when you were eleven ! stupe cistron, '' he muttered.

It was clip to get his raise measurement, so Percy pulled out a stack of porn magazine publisher he 'd saved up to buy over the geezerhood. `` You start wanking yet, mike ? '' His index finger and midway fingerbreadth rolled the dicklet 's prepuce back and Forth River over the tip. Percy, being born in the city and thus circumcised, had always been fascinated by it.

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

'' I 'll show you, '' Percy offered. The finger's breadth on the dicklet were soon replaced by his clenched fist. Michael gasped and turned to him in askance. `` Just tryin'to help. You 'll thank me in a bit. ``

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

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

'' Damn, '' said Michael. `` dandy way to get a stiffy. Felt near too. Thanks. ``

Hotspur once again grabbed the tape measurer and lining it up against his Brother 's dick, they agreed on a new measurement. `` Four and a half inches long. Maybe two in thick in a month or so. ``

Now it was Percy 's turn of events and for the for the first time time, Michael noticed he was hesitant. `` What 's the issue ? '' he enquired. `` You worried I 'm gon na catch up ? ''

Percy nervously chuckled. `` In your ambition, 'lil bro. '' The teen sighed. `` I 'm just not sure if matter 'll be appropriate 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 crybaby 's social movement and gobbled.

'' Shut up, dumbie. Just promise to keep everything a undercover. Deal ? '' he asked, presenting his paw. Not for the low gear sentence, Michael noticed how haired it was.

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

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

Right away, Michael noticed the thick hair travelling down Percy 's belly button. As he waited, he decided to play with his boy cock and it felt almost as full as when his brother played with it.

It did n't acquire long for the trunks to go and the underwear to come out. Unlike the loose, cotton wool boxers Michael wore, Percy 's were blotto and enhanced his figure. It also—perhaps purposely—shaped around his bulge, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Slowly, Harry Hotspur slid down his underwear—Michael did n't bed what to call them. They were n't boxers—and in that moment he noticed just how much hair his Brother had down there. Then came the al-Qaeda of Percy 's rooster and shucks, it was thick. Michael grumbled in jealousy.

After what seemed like forever, inch-by-inch the tip if his cock appeared. Circumcised, with the cicatrice sitting half a millimeter below the glans. To Michael 's optic, the stallion thing looked huge. For person Hotspur 's age, it downright would be.

Hotspur 's hammer hung in front end of him, stacked on top of two clayey, red-toned nut. The liberation was smooth-shaven and hung at least four in 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 brother asked. `` Let 's get this over with before I get backbreaking. '' Michael agreed and, unrolling the measuring tape, they measured its duration at five and three-fourths of an inch. It 's cinch had tripled from net time ; it was eight inch around and pumped fully of blood, if the thick veins around it was any indication.

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

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

Walker Percy refused to swear around his Brother, though substitution Holy Writ were bonnie play.

Michael was far more ingrain with the weight of his golf balls than his vocabulary. It threw him into shock when they began tightening and released a exculpate fluid. `` holy place cow ! What 's that ? '' he whisper-yelled. `` Is that pee coming out ? ``

His innocence turned Percy on even more. `` No, it 's pre-cum. assist by making it slimy and easier to have sex. '' Michael did n't trouble oneself asking what sex was—he 'd asked two years prior after Walker Percy said 'he 'd lost his v-card to a little girl ,'and the teen refused to tell apart him.

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

Now, Percy knew total well that he was the bountiful kid in his year, probably the entire school. An official measurement was just a confirmation.

Michael pushed the cold-blooded metal end against the boy 's pubes and steadied the thread. It measured at a tasteful ten inches and grew an inch in girth. A drop of pre-cum fell and splashed onto the ground before him.

'' I needa wind up right now—I'ma go to the lav. '' he said.

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

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

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

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

Percy then began moving his mitt over his length, paying extra tending to the glans. It was, of course, the exclusively spiritualist office of his cock. His circumcision removed almost all of the raw inner skin—unlike formula January 1.

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

Michael could get wind Sir Henry Percy 's breathing become labored. His Brother 's grimace turned into a face before his hips shot up one last time, a groan of pleasance signifying his release.

Michael was astounded as several ropes of a pearly-white fluid shot out of his brother 's cock. It landed everywhere—his brother 's hair, chest, and look were all affected. The black headboard of the bed juxtaposed the silklike forget me drug of white fluid that had been shot on it.

Percy was thinking about something else. It was the first metre he 'd ever ejaculated in front man of someone, and it turned him on severely. The sheer exponent behind his bursts had scared Michael, though the boy understood that it was the causa of Percy '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 mess with a gruff towel under his bed. It was Michael 's first fourth dimension seeing it. He wondered how long Percy had been playing with himself before today.

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

Seconds of silence passed before the brothers broke into a giggle. Percy wanted to do it again in front of his brother, and Michael wanted to brag to his champion about everything he 'd learned and seen .