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Hey Dork
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"Hey dork."
"Hi." Mark had long since learned that his 'dork' was his brothers'
favorite synonym for his name, and knew that Randy's greeting was as polite
as he could expect. Besides, he was watching a cartoon, and wasn't really
paying enough attention for his feelings to hurt. As Randy started up
stairs to their room, Mark did remember that he had a message for his
brother. "Brad says we should stay out of the room because he's studying."
"So?" Randy resonded without thinking, automatically gainsaying anything
that his little brother told him. He briefly regretted his show of bravado,
not wanting to cross Brad anymore than was absolutely necessary. His fear
was quickly overcome with curiosity, as he realized that there was no
possible way that his brother was studying at three o'clock in the afternoon.
He continued quietly up the stairs, wondering what his brother was up to.
Probably talking to Jennifer Sadarsky on the phone. Randy figured he'd
eavesdrop for a few minutes, and then come in when they were talking about
something embarassing. Of course, it might be a long wait. It's not like
they ever DID anything. He'd seen them kiss, once, and Brad claimed that
they did it all the time. But even if they did, Randy was sure they didn't
use tongues. His brother wasn't THAT far ahead of him.
He crept from the top of the stairs to the door of the room the three
boys shared. But he didn't here the conversation he expected. At first he
thought Brad might be whispering, but after a moment of straining to hear,
Randy was sure that his brother wasn't talking to anyone. He really didn't
hear anything, except the occasional grunt. Such outbursts were common
among the males of the Taylor household (even Jill indulged occasionally),
so Randy didn't think much of it. Still, Brad had claimed to be studying
without any parents around, so something must be up.
The door to the room was open just a crack. It was not enough for Randy
to really see anything that was going on in the room, but since he didn't
have to fool with doorknob, he thought he might be able to open it quietly
enough that Brad might not notice.
As Randy eased the door open, the first thing he saw was his brother's
ankles. Brad was lying on Randy's bed, the lower of the two bunks, at an
angle such that his legs just draped over the edge. As Randy's eyes tracked
up Brad's body, he discovered that his brother's blue jeans stopped at his
knees. Brad was naked from the middle of his thighs to the middle of his
stomach, where his shirt had been pulled up slightly. Brad's hand bounced
up and down above his crotch, apparently along the shaft of his penis.
Randy immediately began to get an erection, even though he couldn't really
see any of the details of his brother's anatomy. One swipe at his overalls
was enough for Randy to give his organ the space that it needed. He glanced
up at Brad's face, expecting to see a mask of embarassment, followed by
anger. But his brother's head was thrown back and his eyes were closed.
Brad was obviously concentrating harder than he ever had in his life.
Randy knew this was 'jacking off,' even if he was a little surprised to
see his brother doing it. Sure, it felt pretty good to squeeze your dick if
it got hard in the shower or while you were watching TV, but going out of
your way to do it? Jacking off was something that teenagers did when they
couldn't get a girl to have sex with them. But Brad was thriteen. And he
did have a girl. Randy was suddenly jealous, not of the age or of the girl,
but of the dick, that had seemingly brought Brad into a world that Randy
could just barely understand.
Even if weren't a little bitter, Randy could hardly turn down a chance
like this to embarass his brother. He eased into the room, his eyes
alternating between Brad's face and his crotch. The rapidly moving hand
prevented Randy from getting a good view of his brother's genitals. He
could see the helmet-like head of Brad's dick portruding from the top of his
fist and the sack that held his nuts were both a deep pink, and didn't match
the rest of his skin like Randy's did. Brad's face remained impassive as
Randy approached. He stopped just at the the corner of the other bed,
close enough to be able to look down on Brad, but not so close as to make
his presence known. Then he paused, searching for the prefect insult for a
brother caught with his pants down.
"Hey Brad, pull it a little harder and Mom can have the daughter she's
always wanted."
Brad sat up quickly, dropping the hand with which he'd been masturbating
to his side and bumpping his head on the upper bunk as he did. His feelings
alternated from embarassment to anger. Dazed by both the bump on the head
and the interrupted sexual crescendo, he tried to settle on the emotion that
would best segue into beating Randy up.
Randy, meanwhile, go his first good look at his brother's penis. It was
still quite hard, sticking up so that it bisected the angle between Brad's
torso and his legs. Right above where it attached to his body, there were a
few tufts of hair, twisted into loose coils. It was hard to judge it's
length since he was looking at it almost head on. He was much more struck
with it's thickness; it was as big around as a roll of quarters, maybe a
little bigger. Randy's dick was barely thicker than nickels. The shaft of
Brad's dick was quite pink as well, though not so much as the head. After
just a few seconds, the whole works started to droop.
"If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you." Tyranny was the soul of
Brad's wit.
Randy couldn't resist. "Dad'll be proud to find out you like to work
with your hands."
"Randy, shut up." Some testoterone, own it's way to Brad's fists, took a
wrong turn and fought itself in his penis. Inspired, the organ reversed
it's descent and regained some of its former majesty.
"Maybe you should give Jennifer her picture back and just carry aound a
picture of your hand." Randy knew his a cruising for a bruising, but he was
on a roll.
Brad stood up, his pants still around his legs. His plan had been to
grab Randy, put him in a headlock, and pummel him until he felt vindicated.
But even though this was in many ways no different from any of the boys'
many altercations, Brad was in fact, half naked. Both boys glanced down at
his stiff pecker, by now standing straight out from his body. Brad also
noticed anew that he was a full head taller than Randy. These two
observations gave Brad something he rarely had: an idea. He knew how to
restore himself to his rightful position of brotherly dominance.
"You're just jealous because my dick's bigger than yours." Brad played
the trump card that males had, in a multitude of different ways, been
playing throughout the ages.
Randy responded the only way he could. "Yeah, right."
Brad wasn't quite sure where to go from here. "I've seen it. You don't
even have any hair."
That was almost true. Randy had had one hair, but he'd toyed with it so
much he finally pulled it out. He was pretty sure it wasn't, but he said,
"So? My dick's still at least as big as yours."
Brad didn't even pause before saying "Prove it."
Randy was, for once, for a moment, speechless. "How?" he demanded,
wanting not to know, but trying to stall.
Brad had to think a second. "We could measure them."
Under other circumstances, Randy would have said "duh," but right now he
wanted his brother to think that this problem was as hard as possible.
"With what?"
"We could use Dad's tape measure."
"Yeah, and then whose going to tell Dad what we've been using his tools
for?" Randy was sure that this was the game winner.
Brad seemed stumped. But he had to get back at Randy, and proving he had
the bigger dick would do it. If he could just come up with a good way to
tell, Randy would have to do it. He was starting to lose his erection
again, and as he idly reached to stroke it, he knew what they could do.
"We can hold them up against each other?"
"What?" Randy had a sinking feeling he knew what his brother meant.
"We can just hold our dicks together and see which one is longer."
"Don't be a dork, Brad."
"You just know mine's bigger."
"It is not."
"Then pull yours out and prove it."
Randy looked at Brad's dick. In response to Brad's brief touch and to
his excitement over his impending victory, it had risen yet again. Randy
knew it was definitely thicker than his. But it didn't seem that much
longer. Maybe a little bit. But Randy was pretty sure he could convince
Brad they were the same size if they were even close. He sighed. "Gee
Brad, if it's that important to you."
Randy waited to see if his attempt at reverse psychology would work. It
didn't. He'd have to go through with it. He slowly unfastened the straps
of his overalls, willing the semihard lump in his pants to grow to it's full
size (and bigger, if possible). The excitement helped, and by the time he
had lowered his overalls, his dick had formed a well-defined ridge in his
white cotton briefs. Brad was relieved to see that that ridge hadn't had a
major growth spurt since he'd seen it last. Randy took one last look at
Brad, hoping he'd change his mind, then lowered his underpants.
As soon as his waistband had passed low enough, Randy's penis sprung out.
Like Brad, he was circumcised, and likewise was fully hard. Randy's dick,
however, was nearly as pale as the rest of his body. It was also a little
smoother, the skin a little tighter. His balls were clenched close to his
body in a tight little scrotum that was almost perfectly round. His shaft
was of course thinner than Brad's and he saw that he really was
significantly shorter than his big brother. He hadn't really expected the
length difference because it was mostly in proportion to the difference in
thickness. Still, it wasn't so much that Randy was willing to give up. He
could still fake it.
"Now what?" Randy was kind of enjoying this game, but he wanted to make
sure Brad initiated everything. He hadn't been this close to his brother
naked, since they were five and six years old and took baths together, and
they hadn't even changed swimsuits in the same room for nearly a year. It
was kind of nice to be sharing something this intimate with Brad, even if it
was weird.
Brad was having second thoughts, not really because he was worried about
Randy's dick being bigger (it sure looked smaller), but because he realized
that they would have to press their dicks together. It was kind of
exciting, being naked with someone else, touching them, even is it was his
own brother. It wasn't really queer, since he was just showing the little
creep who the big brother was. He grabbed his own dick and stroked it a
time or two, then held it so it was vertical. "Now put yours up against it."
Randy took his penis and tried to stroke it like Brad had. He hadn't
practiced though, and wasn't nearly as coordinated. He stood in front his
brother, their toes almost touching, and brought his dick up next to Brad's.
He shifted his hand so that be was tolding the side of the organ closest to
his body, and thrust his pelvis forward just until the underside of his dick
touched Brad's. The contact was infintesimal, the boys' nearly cylindrical
penises tangent to each other. As the boys peered down to judge the
results, Randy felt Brad's hot breath in playing through his unmoussed bangs.
"Move your hand, Brad." said Randy. Brad's hand was covering the head of
his dick, making it impossible to really tell which organ was longer.
"Hold still." Brad gingerly released his penis, pushing his hips forward
just a little to press it more tightly against Randy's. Unsupported, the
balance was precarious, and Brad steadied himslef by gently grasping Randy's
bare hip with his left hand. Randy also pulled his hand away, pushing
forward a little to mask the fact that he had lifted himself onto his
tiptoes.
"They look about the same size to me." Randy was hoping to pull the wool
over Brad's eyes quickly.
"Wait." Brand responded, reaching down to pull on his penis.
"No fair, you can't stretch yours." Randy's dick slipped off to the side
and poked into Brad's right groin.
"I'm just making sure I'm all the way hard." Brad stroked himself
gently, wanting his dick to be rock solid and fully extended.
Randy figured he might as well do the same. The boys were still quite
close together, and as he reached down to grasp himself, his fingers brushed
over Brad's scrotum. He noticed that his brother's sack hung more loosely
than his, and he could clearly feel both balls dangling separately, one
hanging a little lower than the other. Randy was curious, but didn't let
his finger linger long. He pinched his dick, feeling its sponginess give
slightly beneath his fingers. He watched Brad closesly, wrapped his fingers
around it, and gave a couple of quick strokes. He could just barely feel it
firm up in his hand, the skin becoming absolutely tight and smooth.
Brad seemed satisfied, and said "Come here - hurry up." Randy again
pressed in and placed his dick against his brother's. This time Brad held
both organs in his hand. His brother's hand on his dick felt completely
different from Randy's own, and it sent a little thrill through his body as
Brad squeezed it tightly. Both boys could see that Brad's extended nearly
an inch higher than Randy's.
"See. I told you. Mine's bigger." Brad was sure he had the victory
locked.
"Dummy. You're taller than me. You've got to bend your knees or
something." Randy could tell that they had really already compensated for
height because of the way they were standing (especially since Randy was on
tiptoes), but he was determined not to let Brad get the best of him.
Brad wasn't completely sure he bought it, but he knew Randy would never
give in if he didn't at least pretend to bend his knees. He released both
dicks and separated his legs slightly to give himself the leverage to raise
and lower his body. As he made these adjustments, his dick found it's place
in his hand once again. As he rubbed it he demanded "How am I supposed to
know how much to bend them?"
"Just wait." Randy had taken his dick in his hand and, after giving it a
few good strokes, marked the bottom of it with his little finger. "Hold
your dick like this." Brad did. Now just go down until our little fingers
touch."
Easier said than done. Brad would squat enough to satisfy Randy, but as
they would try to push their dicks together for an 'official' measurement,
he'd get stimulated and his body would jerk up. Or he'd lose his balance
and have to grab Randy to keep from falling. Or he'd notice that Randy
seemed to get taller just as soon as he'd reach the right height. Finally,
Brad got frustrated and was ready to declare himself the winner by default.
"Give it up, Randy. You know mine's bigger."
Randy was not going to let Brad have the last word. "Wait a second. Lie
down on the bed."
"What?"
"If you lie down, I can get on top of you so that the bottom of our dicks
are together, and we can see who's bigger."
"You know mine is."
"Prove it."
Brad hated the way Randy always seem to call the shots, even when he was
supposed to be losing. Still, if this is what it took.... Brad lay down on
his back on his own bed. As Randy scrambled to get on top of him, he jacked
himself a few time just be to make sure. As he did, he realized how long
he'd been hard, and how much he was ready to get off. As soon as this
foolishness was over....
Randy had gotten on the bed, and was straddling Brad on all threes (he
was using his other hand just as Brad was using his). He lowered himself
chest first, hoping to adjust himself to an advantageous position before the
final judging. Then he lowered his hips until the knuckles of the hand
encircling his penis just touched Brad's stomach. He wiggled his way down
the bed, until he felt his hand brush up against Brad's penis. He released
his own and let it fall on top of his brother's, then took them both in his
hand. He used his thumb to feel the spongy heads of both organs, and subtly
adjusted himself so the heads were at the same place.
Brad was enjoying the feelings of Randy manipulating his penis, but he
felt sure his brother was cheating. He felt balls at the bottom of his
dick, not another dick. But everytime he'd try to move to push Randy down
to what he thought was the right place, Randy was slide up just a little.
Finally, in frustration, he said "Randy, hold still." punctuating his
command by placing both hands on his brother's small, soft buttocks.
Randy thrust his hips forward in response, pressing his dick tightly
against Brad's, sending a shudder of pleasure through both boys. Brad
instinctively answered with a thrust of his own, and Randy send it right
back. Neither boy said anything as the rhythm quickened and they found
themselves thrusting at the same time, furiously pumping the fluid pleasure
that seemed to flow through their dicks. Brad would occasionally tighten
his grip on Randy's cool ass cheeks, producing an especially decisive
thrust. Soon their pace increased again, as they both approached the brink.
Randy's shoulders shook a bit as his first orgasm hit his unprepared frame.
Brad gasped as he enjoyed the release he had sought ever since he first
took his dick in hand this afternoon.
Their thrusting didn't stop immediately, but quickly tapered off as the
boys realized what they had done. Randy sat up, noticing the sticky spot on
the lower part of his belly, just where the head of Brad's dick had been.
He looked at his brother and saw the rest of his semen in a little
glistening dollop pointed to by his rapidly shrinking penis. The boys
exchanged a look, silently agreeing that their would be no more discussion
of their now flacid penises or what they had done with them, at least until
they had time to think things over. Brad stood up, holding his shirt up so
that it would not fall into the little spot of jism on his belly. He looked
around the room for a second, then pulled the pillow down from Mark's top
bunk, and wiped himself with that. Wordlessly, he handed it to Randy, and
began to pull his pants up. Randy cleaned himself up, using the same corner
of the pillow Brad had, then threw the pillow back up on to the bed and
started to get dressed. Brad finished dressing just as Randy started to
refasten the straps on his overalls, and immediately started out the door.
"I'm gonna go downstairs and watch TV. I think the Tigers are playing."
Randy said "I think dork's already watching something."
Brad shouted back "So?"
Randy grinned, realizing he could kick Mark off the couch all by himself.
With Brad's help it was just more fun. He left his other strap unfastened
and started down the stairs, chuckling to himself, "Yeah, so?"
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