It was that clip of the class again as the firstborn chum, Walker Percy, celebrated his birthday. This class he knew it was gon na be a lot more unlike ; he 'd spring up a lot more hair and his dick had nearly doubled in girth and distance. The growthspurt began in mid-August, a few calendar month before Percy 's December natal day. It also lent him an entire foot of height, making him the tallest boy in most 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 stimulate more difficult of a spot with discovering puberty. Michael himself was starting to ask enquiry about sex and girls as school day sex training had raised so many more head. Living in the countryside, neither could turn to the internet.

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

By the time night fell, the two male child were stuffed wide with patty and drinks. Joe—Percy 's bestfriend—slept on the sofa. Percy and Michael slept in the Lapplander room ; different beds.

Percy brought with him the former event of last class 's measure, but he knew that it was n't just a eccentric of outgrowth here-or-there but also the fact that his equipment was now fully operative ; he 'd also discovered the joy of teenage onanism that he 'd authorize onto his younger sibling. Michael too had noticed that his brother now better filled the front of his school day trousers—a lot more than the former boys—and was also mindful that he had a couple of curly haircloth at the base of his phallus, a bit like his brother had showed off last year.

Percy already knew, of track. It was hard not to when your vernal chum bragged that he 'd been the first in his entire gym class.

Determined by odd age, Michael went first as he was 13. He quickly took down his shorts and shucked off his tartan pugilist. Percy kneeled and, using his female parent 's sowing tapeline, he measured his lilliputian bro 's soft dicklet. `` Nice—three in long. A bantam bit more than an edge wide. ``

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

It was fourth dimension to get his tumid measure, so Percy pulled out a pot of porn magazines he 'd saved up to buy over the long time. `` You start wanking yet, microphone ? '' His index and heart finger's breadth rolled the dicklet 's foreskin back and forth over the tip. Hotspur, being born in the urban center and thus circumcised, had always been fascinated by it.

Not wishing to stymie himself, Michael answered affirmative. 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 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 fist. Michael gasped and turned to him in askance. `` Just tryin'to aid. You 'll thank me in a bit. ``

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

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

'' shucks, '' said Michael. `` Neat way to get a stiffy. Felt respectable too. Thanks. ``

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

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

Percy nervously chuckled. `` In your aspiration, 'lil bro. '' The teen sighed. `` I 'm just not sure if thing '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 movements and gobbled.

'' Shut up, dumbie. Just promise to keep everything a confidential. Deal ? '' he asked, presenting his hand. Not for the first metre, Michael noticed how hirsute 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 single hair's-breadth under his implements of war. Probably shaved them, he thought.

Right away, Michael noticed the deep fuzz travelling down Percy 's bellybutton. As he waited, he decided to play with his boy cock and it felt almost as good as when his brother played with it.

It did n't subscribe long for the short to go and the underclothes to appear. Unlike the loose, cotton fiber bagger Michael wore, Percy 's were closely and enhanced his frame. It also—perhaps purposely—shaped around his prominence, leaving aught to the imagination.

Slowly, Hotspur slid down his underwear—Michael did n't get laid what to call up them. They were n't boxers—and in that instant he noticed just how much fuzz his sidekick had down there. Then came the home of Percy 's cock and damn, it was thick. Michael grumbled in jealousy.

After what seemed alike forever, inch-by-inch the tip if his cock appeared. Circumcised, with the cicatrice sitting half a mm below the glans. To Michael 's center, the entire thing looked huge. For someone Hotspur 's age, it downright would be.

Hotspur 's cock hung in front of him, stacked on top of two labored, red-toned balls. The sackful was clean-shaven and hung at to the lowest degree four inches down. Michael might never be as big as Walker Percy in the hereafter, but at least he felt better that probably not many would be. No one in his life, at least.

'' You okay ? '' his caring comrade asked. `` Let 's get this over with before I get heavy. '' Michael agreed and, unrolling the measuring magnetic tape, they measured its duration at five and three-fourths of an inch. It 's girth had tripled from last clock time ; it was eight inches around and pumped full of blood, 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 midst girth.

'' Do as you want, '' Walker 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 egg too, please. Fu—frick, yeah, that hits the spot ! ``

Percy refused to blaspheme around his blood brother, though transposition words were fair play.

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

His artlessness turned Walker Percy on even more. `` No, it 's pre-cum. Helps by making it wretched and easier to have sex. '' Michael did n't nark asking what sex was—he 'd asked two class prior after Percy said 'he 'd lost his v-card to a girl ,'and the teen refused to tell him.

'' Anyways, '' Percy began. `` I'ma need to finish 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 full well that he was the biggest kid in his year, probably the entire shoal. An official measurement was just a confirmation.

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

'' I needa last rightfield now—I'ma go to the can. '' he said.

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

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

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

Michael again did n't be intimate why he had to abide by those instruction, but he relented. Anyone would with these kind of secrets.

Walker Percy then began moving his hand over his length, paying extra attention to the glans. It was, of line, the only sensitive part of his tool. His January 1 removed almost all of the sensitive inner skin—unlike normal circumcisions.

To Michael, it seemed like Walker Percy was in another mankind. His pelvic girdle buckled up to meet his clenched fist, pounding away. His ballsack had tightened to a serious degree and the same clear fluid began pumping out of his slit with reverence.

Michael could get wind Harry Hotspur 's ventilation become labored. His sidekick 's aspect turned into a grimace before his hips shot up one live on clock time, a groan of pleasure signifying his release.

Michael was astounded as several ropes of a pearly-white fluid shot out of his Brother 's peter. It landed everywhere—his brother 's fuzz, chest, and face were all affected. The black headboard of the bed juxtaposed the satiny roofy of white fluid that had been shot on it.

Percy was thinking about something else. It was the number 1 fourth dimension he 'd ever ejaculated in movement of soul, and it turned him on severely. The sheer power behind his bursts had scared Michael, though the boy understood that it was the cause of Sir Henry Percy 's delight. It also looked a bit fun and he knew it would n't be long until he could do the same.

Percy cleaned up the quite a little with a gruff towel under his bed. It was Michael 's first metre seeing it. He wondered how farseeing 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 silence passed before the pal broke into a giggle. Sir Henry Percy wanted to do it again in nominal head of his buddy, and Michael wanted to brag to his friends about everything he 'd learned and seen .