Date: Wed, 8 Jun 2016 10:53:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: The Perfect Size

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*****

"Man..." Evan said moodily, "Ashley broke up with me."

"Ah, dude, I'm sorry, bro," I said, and slipped my arm around his
shoulders. He'd grown a real serious wrestler's bod, thicker,
tight-muscled, the way I had around the same age. Ashley was kind of an
idiot, I thought to myself. Ev had always been a cute kid, but he was
growing into a certifiable little hottie, his features getting stronger
like his body, growing out of his cute-kid phase and into his emerging
young-man one. Rocking set of muscles on him, a tight, round little ass, a
full set of lips that looked very kissable - dick-sucking lips, honestly,
but unlike me, I was pretty sure he didn't go that way. If it wasn't for
his slight cauliflower ears, he'd be flawless, but if anything, they made
him kind of perfect. Add all that to his personality, and yeah, that chick
was a fool.

"You'll have a new girl in no time, little bro," I said, giving him another
encouraging squeeze. "They gotta be lined up for a chance with you, stud."

Ev just blushed, looked away, and I knew there was more to all this.

"First time's the hardest, dude, trust me," I said, and he gave me a sharp
look, like I'd touched a raw nerve. Ah. Must be a sex thing. Hmmm. He
stared at me like he wanted to say more, and I gave him the most open,
ready-to-listen look I had. He blushed a little harder, looked away, then
mumbled out the rest of it.

"She said I was... too small," he said in a little, embarrassed voice. I
frowned. Yeah, he wasn't like tall or anything, none of us were gonna crack
six feet, but we were well-built little fuckers. "I was all excited
to... you know... do it with her, and then she said I wasn't... big
enough."

He looked like he wanted to cry, looked away, as it all hit me. Fuck. That
little bitch. He couldn't be that small, surely - I mean, I got a
regular-sized dick, not super-long, but it's got a nice heft to it. A nice
handful, and I'd never had any complaints, from girls or guys.

"Fuck bro, no way," I said encouragingly. Man, this was awkward. "Can't
be. I mean, I haven't seen it in a long time, but it seemed pretty regular
from what I remember. Yeah, we're not huge, but still, we got decent dicks
on us, dude..."

"You think so, bro?" he said, and the hopeful look on his face was
heart-breaking. She'd really done a number on him. I wanted to go over to
her house and kick her ass. I couldn't help but wonder if he was still
cherry. I saw him look down at the crotch of his jeans, at the
regular-sized lump there, and then sort of slyly look over at
mine. Shit. If this is what it was gonna take...

"Dude, didn't you ever, y'know, see the other dudes in the shower and,
like, compare?" I said. He shrugged, blushed some more.

"I mean, I don't like to stare... didn't want anyone to think I was queer
or anything... fuck, sorry bro, you know what I mean..."

I waved it off. We'd talked about that. He was cool about it. I thought for
a minute, worked up the nerve, then stood up and closed his bedroom
door. Stepped back over to the bed in front of him. Started to unbutton my
own jeans, as he gave me a slightly panicked look.

"Calm down, dude," I said, rolling my eyes. "All I'm doing is giving you a
basis for comparison, OK?"

He nodded reluctantly as I unbuttoned, spreading the fly open, then pushed
the jeans down under my ass, sucked in a breath, and pushed down my boxer
briefs. I was more a grower than a shower, but I had a decent hang still,
nothing at all to be ashamed of. Your standard American dick, cut, fleshy,
a good-sized pair of balls underneath. Really, this wasn't much different
from getting undressed in the locker room, only this was my brother, and I
was basically encouraging him to look. For, like, science, y'know. That's
all this was. Just one of the weird jobs a big brother has to do
sometimes. I reached down, fluffed it out a little, gave it a couple quick
strokes, and just like pretty much any teenage dude's would, it started to
thicken, stretch, rise.

"OK, this is maybe a little weird," I chuckled. "I won't say anything if
you won't. But I'm betting you're pretty similar to me. And I get zero
complaints. Plenty of compliments, to be honest, bro."

That seemed to cheer him up, get him over the awkwardness of seeing his big
brother starting to sport some wood in front of him, actively showing it to
him. Soon, I was at full length, a hair over six inches, decent girth, a
dick well and truly up to the task. I'd actually put almost an inch on it
around 16 or 17, so I remembered what it felt like to wonder if you were
undersized. Sure, I was never gonna have a porn dick, but I got as much
action as I could handle with what I had, and you gotta work with what you
got, right?

"Alright, your turn, dude," I said, with a grin to cover my
embarrassment. He looked stricken, but I just shook my head. "C'mon bro,
don't leave me hanging here... y'know, literally."

That got a chuckle out of him, and with a look over his shoulder to recheck
the door was closed - not that it mattered, nobody else was home - he stood
up, then shyly undid the buttons on his jeans, pushing his T-shirt up his
smooth, defined abs. I tried not to look too interested, but let's face it,
that was the whole reason for all this. I didn't know what to expect, but
the dick that he pulled out looked perfectly normal to me. And then, with
an I-can't-believe-this-shit look on his face, he gave himself a few
strokes, and set it to rise. It was like a slightly smaller version of mine
- actually, pretty much a twin of my cock at 16. About five and a half
inches, I'd guess, cut like mine. I could see he'd trimmed back his bush to
give himself the optical illusion of bigness, but he had the right kind of
thickness already, like I did.

"Shit, there's not a damn thing wrong with you, bro," I said, with a
relieved grin. Truthfully, I was worried that maybe the bitch was right,
and he had an actual little dick. Clearly, she was some kind of size
queen. Girls these days, man...

"Yeah, you think so, Case?" he said with a hopeful look. I smiled, punched
his shoulder, nodded encouragingly.

"Definitely, bro. Hell, I added an inch around 17, I swear. So you might
even get bigger than me," I chuckled. Looked at it again. It really was a
fine dick, perfectly proportioned to the rest of him. I think Ashley just
wanted an excuse to fuck a football player or something. But I knew from
some personal experience not many of them were especially hung either. I
could tell I was helping Ev get over himself a little more. And neither of
us were putting our dicks away.

"So... does that mean you and her never... you know..." I said carefully,
and his deep blush told me I was right. My hot little jock brother was
still cherry. That just wasn't right.

I thought hard about it, felt a certain throb along the length of my cock
as I looked him over, the way his T-shirt clung to his tight-muscled
wrestler torso, the hard jut of his cock. Shit, OK, I'd thought about it,
about him, lately. I was a horny guy, what can I say. I swallowed hard,
then plucked at the pushed-up bottom of his shirt.

"Strictly because it's you, little bro," I said hoarsely. "Not a word about
any of this. Take your shirt off."

He looked confused, then kind of automatically slipped out of it, and fuck
it, he was beautiful. I guess I'd always thought it, but now I really saw
it, and I'm not proud of myself, but I wanted it. I gave him a sincere
look, bro to bro, man to man, and reached down and took his hard young cock
in my hand. Heard and felt his gasp and shudder as I took hold of him, all
hot and hard in my sweaty palm. He got this adorable,
deer-in-the-headlights expression, but he didn't stop me, even when I gave
him a slow stroke. Testing the heft, the feel of him. He felt damn good. He
was gonna satisfy a lot of people with this sturdy young dick of his, I
just knew it. But right now, I felt compelled to satisfy him. It was the
least a big brother could do for his wounded little bro.

"Fuck, Case, what..." he began, as I sank to my knees, eyes fixed on the
tidy size of him. Fuck yeah, this would be very doable, I thought, as I
stroked him again, then sucked in a breath, leaned in, and took him into my
mouth. He gave off a husky half-wail, half-moan as I slipped down his
length. He really had the perfect size and shape to suck easily. I had some
experience at this by now, but not a ton, not yet, so I knew I could do a
good job for him. On him. And I did, pushing his jeans down to feel the
hardness of his bulging thighs, feeling his hands come to the back of my
head automatically, as I set to sucking my little bro's cock, just like he
deserved.

Once he got over the initial weirdness of it, he got right into it, because
let's face it, most dudes can get into just about anything if it involves
getting blown, and Ev was no exception, the little stud. I tried to stop
thinking of this as my little brother's dick as I worked it over, but that
just made me think even more about whose it was, and I found myself getting
even more into it once I let myself think about it, and him, and us, and
what I was doing to him, and how willingly he was responding. His panting
breath. His tight young moans. The way he panted my name tenderly as I
worked him over, made the sap flow from him, all over my tongue as it
worked the head. The feel of his almost smooth young balls, firm and tight
and full of cream, the way they bounced as I cupped them, how that made him
moan even more huskily.

"Ah shit bro, fuck, I'm gonna..." he moaned, tapering off into a wail as
those balls bounced again, his whole cock throbbing, and then boom, he was
firing off, shot after shot of thick, hot young cum, all over my tongue, as
I frantically tried to swallow. I couldn't touch my own cock, I was already
riding the edge myself with the crazy hotness of all this. I just looked up
at him and sucked and swallowed, until he shivered all over and pulled back
from the sensitivity of it all.

Ev stared at me with wonder and something else, something unreadable, as I
wiped the traces of him off my lips, looking up at him from my kneeling
position.

"Was that... you know... OK?" I finally stuttered out, blushing. He stared
at me some more, then that big, cute, amazed smile of his broke out on his
face like sunshine, as he slowly nodded.

"Duuuuude," he murmured. "That was... fuckin' crazy! I can't believe you
sucked me off, bro! Shit!"

I chuckled. Little fucker was hooked. I was still throbbing angrily,
myself, and as I looked down at my cock, then back up at his, I felt that
urge. That deeper thought. That deeper itch. And before I knew it, my mouth
was open and I was saying it.

"You know, technically, you're still cherry, bro..."

Ev really had nothing at all to worry about. Turned out, his cock was a
perfect fit, up inside my not-super-experienced ass, and he was a natural
with it too. After he fired off his young load inside me, matching the load
he'd fucked out of me, still twitching in my depths as we stared at each
other and started to laugh with disbelief all over again, he surprised me
with a kiss. A soft one at first, thankful, kind of sweet, like the
affectionate kid he always was. And then, after a moment, deeper, tasting
my tongue with his, kissing me like the man he was fast becoming, showing
me he was fucking good at that, too. I cupped the hard mounds of his tight
little ass, felt him still hard up inside me as we kissed deeper, and all I
could think about was what a dumb little bitch that Ashley was. She could
have had all of this. She had no idea what she was missing. Oh well - sucks
for her. As he slowly set to fucking me again with that cute grin on his
face, I knew Ev was a lot more like me than I'd imagined, and his dick, his
body, everything about him was the perfect size.