Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2015 15:34:28 -0400
From: Mikey Mark <michael78983@gmail.com>
Subject: Brother Trouble - part 3

This is a story about two teenaged brothers growing up.

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WARNING: The following text contains scenes of textual nudity and
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      "BROTHER TROUBLE" - Part 3

   by Mikey Mark


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 Our parents got home on the Monday after the funeral. It certainly was the
wildest weekend of my life. I had watched my brother fuck his girlfriend, I
sucked my brother's cock a few times, got totally humiliated at Zach's pool
and then got drunk and lost my virginity to my brother on saturday night.

 It took a couple of days for my butthole to recover. Thankfully there was
no blood. For two days my butthole was stinging with pain and I walked
around like some eighty year old man. I was still sucking Kevin's cock a
couple of times a day, so that kept my mind off my sore butt. It wasn't
until about two weeks later before Kevin fucked me a second time.

 We were alone in the house. Our parents had gone out shopping for a few
hours and my brother jumped me almost immediately. He wrestled me to the
ground and started humping my ass. He'd done that to me many times before.
This time it was different though.

 "You like this don't you?"

 My cock was hard and grinding into the carpet and he was humping my ass. I
moaned with pleasure.

 "You want me to fuck your ass again, don't you?"

 I didn't want to answer that question. I feared what my answer would be.

 "Answer me. You want me to fuck your ass, don't you?"

 As if for emphasis, he reached around and started pinching one of my
nipples. I always found it difficult if not impossible to say "no" to my
brother. At the same time, I was having a hard time saying "yes" to that
question. I really wanted to say no. Getting fucked hurt like hell and it
wasn't much fun for me. But he was pinching my nipples, my cock was hard
and he was humping my ass and breathing down the back of my neck. I was in
no condition to resist anything. I said "ok", but my voice was so quiet I
could barely hear it myself.

 "What was that? I couldn't hear you."

 "Okay... yeah"

 "Yeah what?"

 Oh man. Did I always have to actually say it? "I admit it, I want you to
fuck my ass again. Okay?"

 "That's a good boy."

 He patted my head and ruffled my hair as he led me upstairs to my bedroom.
He got the little plastic bottle of lube and tossed it at me again with his
most mischievous grin. I stripped down and started rubbing the lube on my
butt while he slowly took off his clothes and then got on the bed with me
and told me to start sucking. I sucked his cock for only a minute or two
and then he had me lay down and started poking at my butthole with his cock.

 That second time it seemed like it hurt just as much going in. Things went
a bit slower this time. Kevin got his cock inside me and then laid there
waiting for me to relax. It took a while. Whenever he moved around, I went
nuts and begged him to stop or take it out. As long as he laid still, I was
okay - even though it hurt. He pulled his cock out and put on more lube and
put it back in. That time it went in way easier and he started to slide in
and out. I actually found myself starting to enjoy it. It still hurt and
the sensation of having my butt stretched was really intense, but it could
feel something else and it made my cock get hard.

 As he fucked me faster and deeper, I found myself getting into it. I was
humping and moaning and grinding my butt up to meet his thrusts. The faster
he fucked, the more I felt that 'something else' that made getting fucked
feel so amazing. We were both panting and gasping and moaning and the sound
of his hips slapping against my ass drove me crazy. I felt like a wild
animal. All I think about was that big thick cock ramming my butthole. I
gripped the mattress and buried my face in the pillow to stifle the crazy
sounds I was making.

 I begged for mercy. I didn't think I could take much more of that. Like
before, it almost felt like I was going to piss myself - or cum. I couldn't
tell which, and soon enough, Kevin announced that he was getting close so
he really pounded my ass while he pumped me with his cum. I just laid there
with Kevin on top of me. Even though he weighed so much more than me, I
didn't mind. It felt good to have his body attached to me like that.

 After that second time, Kevin started to fuck me as often as we got the
chance. I still sucked him off every morning and usually again at night. He
often fucked me in my bedroom after school, but mostly it was on weekends
that we got the most opportunities. We fucked in the garage a few times as
well as the backseat of his car. The more I got fucked, the more I liked
it. Just like with sucking cock, with a bit a practice I started getting
better at it and it didn't hurt so much after the first few times he fucked
me. By the middle of the summer, I was able to take his cock up my ass all
the way and it felt absolutely fantastic.

 It was I think the fourth or fifth time Kevin fucked me that I experienced
my first 'hands-free' orgasm from getting fucked. I had felt that feeling
the first few times, but it was just like a glimpse of the feeling. This
time, Kevin sort of got into a perfect fucking rhythm in just the right
angle and oh wow! I felt the tingles of a rising orgasm, but it just
hovered in the distance while he fucked me. It was absolutely the most
amazing feeling. Kevin kept fucking me harder and faster and I almost
thought I was going to piss myself. I didn't care. I just let myself relax
and let him fuck me. I couldn't keep my mouth shut as I felt my orgasm hit
me. I felt my whole body go tense and start twitching as the cum started
shooting out of my cock. I just laid there and let it happen. Kevin kept
fucking me for another minute or so and then he shot his load deep inside
me.

 It was the most amazing sexual experience of my life. From then on,
squirting cum 'hands-free' became part of every fucking session. If Kevin
fucked my butt long enough, and I was totally relaxed, I would shoot a load
pretty much every time. I actually started to love getting fucked more than
I loved sucking cock. The biggest problem we had when we were fucking is
that I would make too much mess from my cock leaking precum and then
squirting a load all over the place while my brother fucked me. I had to
clean up my cum from the carpet in the tv room a couple times and that
definitely wasn't fun. After that, we always had to put a towel down
underneath me when we fucked in the house. I actually felt really
embarrassed about the way my cock would drool so much precum whenever I got
fingered or fucked up the ass. I couldn't help it.

 Unfortunately, all my sexual services for Kevin didn't seem to make him
any less mean to me. I had hoped that sucking his cock would make Kevin a
bit nicer towards me, but it didn't seem to work that way. It was almost
the opposite in fact. He was now calling me 'cocksucker' or 'fagboy' most
of the time and treating me like I was just a warm wet hole to stick his
dick into. The more we fooled around like that, the more Kevin started
getting more rough and demanding. And being the fucked up pervert that I
was, the rougher and more demanding Kevin got, the more I got into it. I
actually liked being my brother's personal 'cum-disposal-unit', though it
always made me feel extra weird and uncomfortable at the thought of anyone
else finding out about what we were doing.

 Then one day my brother gave me a present. It was all wrapped up with a
ribbon and a bow on it. It wasn't my birthday or any special occasion. I
was very curious about it. I opened it with a bit of excitement mixed with
trepidation. Likely as not, this was just another prank or joke. I got the
ribbon off and opened the small slim box. Inside was a pair of pink silk
panties. It took me a minute to realize it, but it was the exact same pair
my brother pointed at in the window of that lingerie shop.

 "I think you would look so hot and sexy wearing those."

 I didn't know what to say. My face was beet-red with embarrassment. I was
overcome with so many conflicting emotions that I didn't know what to do.

 "Try them on, I want to see them on you!"

 I was practically crying. "Please don't make me wear them" I begged.

 "I'll give you a choice little brother. Either you wear those lovely pink
panties I bought for you as a gift, or all your friends at school will soon
know about your little dicky and I'll tell mom and dad about you being a
total fag. I'll bet Dad would whip your ass real good if he found out that!"

 That wasn't much of a choice. I was never able to refuse my brother. He
knew me, he knew all my secrets and what buttons to push. I was helpless
and hopeless. And soon enough, I was standing there in my bedroom showing
off my new pink panties.

 Actually, once I got them on it wasn't so bad. They were made of silk and
I'd never felt anything like that before. The smooth silky fabric felt like
heaven on my cock, my balls and my ass. The panties were very small and
tight, just barely large enough to hold my cock and balls.

 My brother wolf-whistled and told me I looked fantastic. I actually
started to believe him. He had me posing for him - standing, then laying on
the bed seductively. My brother got into it so much that I got into it and
started to play along, batting my eyelashes at him at acting feminine. I
guess it worked too well. My brother jumped me on the bed and practically
raped me. I don't think he ever fucked me so hard or so passionately. He
was actually licking my ears and my neck as he pumped a load of cum up my
ass. It was totally wild. I think I might have cum twice that time while he
fucked me.

 From then on, my brother was always making me wear those panties whenever
we were alone. As soon as my parents went out the door, Kevin would tell me
to go put them on. He really liked it when I wore the panties under my
jeans. He said it was a perfect symbol of my secret life hidden under my
clothes. The more I thought about that, the more I started to get off on
that idea. I really was a totally perverted little fag secretly hiding
inside a mild mannered schoolboy. Wearing those panties always reminded me
of that. Unfortunately, just wearing those silk panties always gave me a
boner from the feel of the smooth silky material. I actually hated that
part. As if I needed another reason to get a boner.

 It was really weird the way those silk panties felt so unbelievably good
when I had them on, but the very idea of wearing them horrified me. I was a
boy and happy about it. I may be gay but I wasn't a girl so those pink
panties really bugged me. I was always a bit of a prettyboy - people often
said this. They never said I was handsome or good looking like my brother.
I had blond hair and I suppose it was always a bit too long and I spent a
lot of time brushing and fussing with it, and I did have smooth fair skin
and strong cheekbones like my mother. I even looked a bit like her. And
ever since I was a kid, I liked to dress in stylish and brand-name clothes.
So I guess I was a bit androgynous looking but I was okay with that. But
wearing those silk panties really made me look and feel too much like a
girl and I really didn't like that.

I quickly developed an intense love/hate relationship with those damn pink
panties. Besides the threat they represented to my young and very feeble
grasp of masculinity, I had to wash them in the sink pretty much every
single time I wore them. Even if I never did anything and my brother didn't
molest me (which was an impossibly rare occasion), I'd still end up with a
raging hardon and leaking precum inside them. If we actually did anything,
like if my brother made me squirt while I was wearing them, well, they
turned into a real mess. The silky fabric wasn't as absorbent as normal
cotton underwear so it just smeared all around inside. Add in a healthy
dose of drooling teenage precum from an hour of getting teased before
squirting a load and those silk panties would be completely flooded out. If
my cum had the time to dry, the panties would stick to my skin something
bad and had to be literally peeled off.

 Speaking of which, although my dick didn't seem to be doing much growing,
my cum shots were getting a whole lot more messy as I got older. When I was
just thirteen, I could easily wipe up after a jerk off session with just a
single kleenex. Now that I was fourteen, I usually needed at least three
and I was starting to squirt my cum with a lot more power and it would
sometimes hit my face, in my hair or splatter the headboard of my bed when
I jerked off. Needless to say, shooting that much cum inside my undies
tended to make a serious mess. I guess I was shooting as much cum as my
brother now - maybe even a bit more!

 So that's how I spent most of my summer vacation from school. It was
pretty much non-stop sex. I was getting fucked by my brother almost every
day, sometimes more than that. I was also sucking his cock every morning
and usually again just before bed. Kevin told me he never wanted to jerkoff
any more since he had me. I still jerked off at least three times a day,
maybe more if we were fooling around. Plus of course, I'd usually cum
whenever Kevin fucked me - or if he made me squirt in my panties which he
certainly liked to do on a regular basis.

 Our parents were fairly sociable types and often went out for the evening
or all day on weekends. Plus they worked during the week. Kevin had a
summer job and worked a couple of afternoon shifts each week where he went
in to work at 3pm, which meant that we were alone in the house from 8:30 am
when our parents went to work until 3pm. Needless to say, those were
alwasys pink panty days - I'd pretty much just put them on first thing in
the morning and wear them all day until Kevin had to go to work. I learned
that I could tease and manipulate my brother with those panties. He loved
it when I wore them without being ordered to and this gave me a bit of
leverage with him - not much, but a bit.

 Then came August and my brother went off to sports camp for three weeks.
It was a special camp for hockey players and it was supposed to be very
elite - my brother was lucky to be accepted. I was happy for him right up
until he packed up and my parents drove him away. I nearly went crazy
without him. My sex-life dropped to zero instantly. All I could think about
was my brother's cock and he was away. I must have jerked off at least five
or six times a day, every single day that he was gone. I was hanging out
with some my old school friends and neighborhood kids and I was starting to
look at each one of them and wondering if I could get any of them to have
sex with me. I wanted to suck some cock so bad it hurt. It was like I was
totally addicted to cock and I was going cold turkey.

 After a week of chronic masturbation, I started raiding the refrigerator.
I got re-acquainted with my old friend the zucchini and that helped to pass
a few long lonely days. Weirdly enough, I got a carrot and started to carve
it down until it was almost exactly the same size as my own little cock. I
wanted to know what a little cock like mine would feel like in my butt. I
wondered if a little cock could fuck. My experiment turned out to be a bit
depressing. That little carrot-cock slipped in my butthole way too easy. I
could barely feel it. It was so small that it was hard to hold and fuck my
hole with. It didn't do anything for me. It wasn't even as good as a
finger. The thought of this really made me feel like I could never really
be a man. I was just a little boy and that's all I'd ever be. All I was
good for was sexually pleasing other people (like my brother). No one was
ever going to be sexually pleased by my little cock. No man or woman would
ever want me to fuck them with such a small cock. I threw that pathetic
little carrot-cock in the garbage.

 In my sullen mood - and totally unsatisfied butthole - I swung to the
other extreme and grabbed a big fat cucumber and managed to stuff that
inside my hungry butt. It was insane. I really shouldn't have done that.
That cucumber was really big and thick - way bigger than my brother's cock.
I actually didn't think it could fit inside me - it seemed almost
impossible. But it did fit inside and I fucked myself with it until I came
all over the kitchen floor - three fucking times. My poor stretched out
butthole ached and throbbed for a few days after that craziness.

 About a week after the great cucumber-butthole massacre, I was actually
wearing the damn pink panties and hitting on the zucchini. I imagined it
was Kevin's cock and he was being all romantic with me, licking my ears and
kissing my neck while I pounded my ass with the zucchini. I could make
myself cum with just the zucchini and a nipple twist or two and that was
almost like the feeling of being fucked (almost, but not). So that was how
my summer ended - in a depraved orgy of vegetables. Not only was I
perverted, I was pathetic too.

 Kevin got back on Labor Day weekend, just before school started. Gawd I
missed him. He wasted no time and within an hour of getting home I was
sucking his cock in our bathroom upstairs. It was fast and furious, since
dinner was almost ready. I didn't care - I sucked his cock like it was my
destiny to do so. I figured Kevin didn't get much action while he was at
camp because he came in my mouth faster than ever before and with so much
cum that it was dribbling down my chin when he was finished. I sucked him
twice more that day.

 It was back to school the next day. Summer was over. On the bright side,
it was back to the daily routine of sucking Kevin in the shower every
morning before school which I loved so much. About a week after school
started back again, I came home from soccer practice on a Friday. I found
Kevin as well as his buddies Trevor and Zach sitting around the back patio
drinking beer and having a BBQ. Apparently our parents were out for evening
and wouldn't be back until late. I braced myself for the steady barrage of
jokes and insults about the size of my dick. Ever since that day swimming
at Zach's place, Kevin's buddies were making fun of me when they had the
chance.

 Thankfully, Kevin let me escape upstairs to change out of the pink
panties. He made me wear them to to school and soccer practice on Fridays.
I changed out of my soccer kit and put on normal underwear, cargo shorts
and a t-shirt and headed to the patio to eat. They let me have beer with
them. They were all usually pretty cool with me, depending on my brother I
guess. They took their cue from him. So I sat there eating hamburgers and
drinking beer. Kevin made me clean up afterward, but that was to be
expected. After that, as it started to get dark, they smoked some pot. That
was one good thing about having an older brother - getting to try beer and
pot and stuff like that.

 So the four of us were just sitting around after that, talking too loud
and laughing too much. The three buddies were mostly telling each other
what they did that summer since they hadn't seen much of each other.
Thankfully my brother was less than honest about how he actually spent his
summer and talked more about fucking his girlfriend and going to hockey
camp and didn't mention me. Zach started to brag about some hot chick that
he had sex with during the summer. Her name was Amy and she was super hot
redhead with big tits. Zach bragged that she gave him the best blowjob he'd
ever had in his life. He then started to give lots of details about it
which got the guys all riled up and offering lots of comments. It was
pretty funny and kind of hot. Zach was a pretty hot looking guy and a jock
like my brother, so the hot chick and the blowjob story probably wasn't
bullshit.

 Anyway, after telling all about Amy's amazing blowjob skills, Zach asked
Trevor about the best blowjob he'd ever had. I'd known Trevor all my life -
he lived across the street and had always been Kevin's best buddy. Trevor
wasn't bad looking guy, just not quite in the same league as my brother and
Zach as hot jocks at school. Trevor was tall and skinny but he also had a
huge cock - I'd seen it that day swimming at Zach's and it was bigger than
my brother's. Trevor actually bragged about the size of his cock as he
talked about the best blowjob he'd ever had. Zach begged Trevor to say who
it was.

 "Remember that dude Tyler who transferred away last year?"

 "Yeah, there was all kinds of rumors about him being a fag."

 "Yeah, well, those rumors were true. He gave me the best blowjob I'd ever
had. They always say that gay guys give the best head and I believe it."

 Listening to this conversation was absolutely blowing my mind. I looked
over at my brother to see that he seemed as surprised by it as I was.

 Zach couldn't believe that Trevor had let some fag suck his cock and kept
asking about it. Trevor seemed pretty cool about and didn't see anything
wrong with it. Zach appealed to my brother, but my brother sided with
Trevor and said, "hey, if a fag wants to suck your cock, why not?"

 Trevor went on to give a few more details about Tyler's expert cocksucking
skills and then asked my brother about his best blowjob.

 "My little brother Brian is a fag and sucks cock like a pro."

 I did not see that coming and it hit me like a ton of bricks dropping on
my head. We were all having fun, drinking beer and smoking pot. I just
wanted to be one of the guys. My brother Kevin could be a real fucking
bastard. I was so mad, horrified, terrified, shocked, freaked out, nervous
and totally pissed off. My brother just laughed.

 Zach and Trevor started asking questions. They weren't sure if my brother
was joking or not. They kept looking at him and then looking at me. I
probably wouldn't make a very good poker player. I just glared at my
brother, seething with impotent anger.

 "Just what I said. Baby-dick Brian here is a total fag and an amazing
cocksucker. Maybe even as good as that Tyler fag you were going on about."

 This was turning into Armageddon. My brother was 'outing' me to Zach and
Trevor. How was my secret going to stay secret with these guys? I couldn't
believe this was happening. I didn't know what to do. Should I stand up and
protest my innocence (which was a total lie), or run away and hide? If I
just stayed there, they were going to know and my secret would be out. Like
always, I took the path of least resistance and just sat there like an
idiot.

 "Hey Zach, you say you've never been sucked off by a fag before, how about
you give it a try?"

 I don't think it was possible for me to turn any more red than I already
was. Luckily it was dark outside. Just the thought of sucking Zach's cock
gave me a hardon. I always thought he was hot. Well, I suppose there was
one upside to being 'outed' to Trevor and Zach...

 Zach acted reluctant at first, but Kevin and Trevor egged him on. He
didn't take much coaxing. He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock - it
was already half-hard - and he stepped up beside me. I turned sideways on
the picnic-table bench and started sucking on Zach's cock. Just like Kevin
taught me - no hands. I just used my mouth. His cock was probably average
sized. Way bigger than mine, but smaller than my brother's. It was so easy
to suck on. I buried my nose in his pubes. Then I started to work his cock,
sliding in and out all the way as fast as I could. It didn't take too long,
probably only a few minutes and he started pumping my mouth with hot teen
sperm. I'd never tasted any other guys sperm except my own and my brother's
- Zach's tasted very different - it was very tangy and I loved it.

 After that, Zach reluctantly admitted that gay guys really do give the
best blowjobs. Trevor and Kevin congratulated me. I was quite proud of
myself and was actually kind of happy, but that was probably because of all
the beer and pot. We all had another round of beer and then Trevor asked if
I would suck his cock. I wasn't sure how to answer him. I actually looked
at my brother instead.

 "Hey Trev, I think it would be really cool to see my faggy little brother
suck on that big thing."

 Well, I guess that was my brother granting permission. Trevor didn't waste
any time, stood up and pulled out his cock. I wondered if it would fit in
my mouth. It did, but only barely. It was about an inch longer than my
brother's cock, but it was as thick as my wrist. Looking at it up close, it
was massive. There was no way I could take it all in. I worked on it as
best I could, but when Trevor put his hands on my head and started to feed
his cock into my mouth, that made it easier to take. That seemed to work
much better as that's the way Kevin always did it to me and I was used to
that. I loved having a big thick cock pumping in and out of my mouth like
that. He kept pulling his cock to let me catch my breath and then back to
the frantic fast pumping action. He kept repeating that process until he
shot his load down the back of my throat. I wished he'd shoot his cum in my
mouth so I could taste it and swallow it. When it shoots deep down my
throat, I can't taste it.

 After that, Kevin had to have a blowjob. I was incredibly horny. They were
all watching me suck cock and that was turning me on. I was becoming such a
shameless pervert. I tried to put on a bit of a show while sucking Kevin's
cock. I'd sucked him so many times I knew his cock intimately well. I
worked it like a musical instrument. Kevin was soon moaning and using my
head like a fleshlight and really giving me a good face-fuck. Instead of
shooting it in my mouth like he always did before, Kevin pulled out and
squirted his load in my face. I'd never had a facial before.

 The guys were clapping. I guess it was a pretty good show as I wiped up
the mess on my face. It was getting late and our parents could be home
soon, so we started to clean up. After things were mostly cleaned up, Kevin
asked Zach or Trevor if they wanted a 'quickie' before they left. Zach took
him up on that offer and so I sucked Zach a second time. Kevin kept saying
"hurry up". But he didn't need to worry. Zach didn't take long - no more
than a few minutes and it was just as delicious as the first time.

 Once Zach and Trevor had left, I was alone with Kevin. I confronted him
about 'outing' me to Trevor and Zach without my permission. It violated a
promise he made me about keeping my secret. I was really mad at him. Kevin
just laughed at me. I hated that.

 "Listen fag, I promised to keep your secret from mom and dad, and I didn't
break that promise. You never told me that I had to keep that secret from
anyone else. And besides, it sure looked like you enjoyed yourself out
there sucking Trevor's big horsecock like champion."

 "Please, you *must* promise to keep my secret from now on. You can't tell
anyone. No one. No exceptions. Okay?"

 He agreed, but I still had Zach and Trevor to worry about.

 "Will you please ask Zach and Trevor to keep this secret? Please? Pretty
please? I'll do anything you want." I begged. I was only fourteen years
old. I wasn't ready to be coming out of the closet yet. I was pretty sure
that I was gay, but still, I really didn't want to have to deal with my
parents and school as some weirdo 'gay kid'.

 "I'll ask them, but it will cost you."

 I figured that much. I dreaded the price, but it was just something that
had to be done. I had to ask. "What's the price?"

 He just laughed.

 "I haven't decided yet. But when I do, I'll let you know."

 Wonderful. I loved the feeling of ominous dread hanging over me.

 A week later my brother told me that Zach and Trevor had agreed to keep my
secret - as long as I agreed to give them blowjobs - not just once, but at
least once a week for the rest of the school year. That was the deal Kevin
negotiated for me.

 So now I had both Zach and Trevor on my case, hounding me for blowjobs at
every opportunity. I suppose my life could be much worse. Zach was pretty
damn hot and I loved sucking his cock. And I enjoyed the challenge of
sucking on Trevor's big cock, so it wasn't so bad. At least my secret was
relatively safe again. I still was mad at my brother for 'outing' me like
that, but there wasn't much I could do about it.

 Thanksgiving came along and it was the usual big family feast at our
house. Our dad's brother Robert, our Aunt Alice and our twelve year old
cousin Jeremy drove in from out of town to stay the night. I had to bunk
with this obnoxious kid. Strangely enough, my brother didn't make me squirt
during Thanksgiving dinner and that made me suspicious. He was up to
something. After dinner, the old folks sat around the table and the kids
were sent to the basement to play. My brother was old enough to get a
couple of drinks sitting at the table, so I was stuck down in the basement
with Jeremy and the little kids. Jeremy didn't seem to like me at all and
so it wasn't much fun just sitting there watching the little ones play
around with their toys.

 Eventually, my brother came downstairs. That picked things up a bit
because obnoxious little Jeremy seemed to worship my brother - go figure.
Anyway, to make a long story short, my brother decided that Jeremy and I
should have a dick size contest. Kevin even offered $10 to the winner, so
that got little Jeremy all interested. I was horrified. Just the thought of
showing my dick to my obnoxious little cousin sent shivers up my spine. The
thought of losing was still worse. Jeremy was like twelve years old and
maybe a couple inches over five feet tall at the most and definitely under
100 pounds. He was just a little freckle-faced brat!

 My brother directed Jeremy and I into the furnace/laundry room, away from
the little ones, and told us both to pull out our dicks and compare them.

 This was totally insane. My heart was racing and I got so nervous. Kevin
actually raised his hand to smack me upside the head when I looked like I
was hesitating too much. I got the message and pulled out my cock. Of
course it was rock hard already. It always was. Thankfully I wasn't wearing
the pink panties.

 Jeremy gave a good look at my cock sticking out of my pants before he
pulled out his own. It took him a minute to fish it out of his fly, but
when he did, it was hard. Kevin pushed us both towards each other so that
Jeremy and I are standing practically face to face aiming our dicks at each
other. Kevin ordered us both to drop our pants and underwear down to our
knees so he could see our dicks better to compare them.

 Kevin pulled out a 12" wooden school ruler. This was not good. He laid it
down on Jeremy's boyish cock and measured it out to four and a half inches.
He was still totally hairless. Then Kevin put the ruler on my cock and
measured it out to four and a quarter inches. Jeremy was elated with his
victory and immediately started to taunt and tease me about having a dick
smaller than a twelve year old. Did I mention that this kid was obnoxious?
It was brutal. My brother thought it was hilarious - he even made me pay
Jeremy the $10 he promised him if he won. And I had to share my bedroom
with him that night. It was definitely an ugly situation. Suffice it to say
that it was a long night and it wasn't any fun at all.

 A few days later, Kevin came up with the brilliant idea that since my dick
was so small, I should have my pubic hair shaved off in order to make my
dick look bigger. I protested vehemently. I didn't have much pubic hair to
begin with so I didn't want to lose it. I was half afraid it might not grow
back. I was jealous of other boys my age with hair on their arms, legs or
underarms. Some boys at school even shaved. I was totally smooth all over
and had nothing but the hair on my head and a small patch just around the
base of my cock. Kevin listened to my arguments patiently and then led me
to the bathroom to be shaved.

 I was scared to death watching my brother wield a razor around my cock. It
was a seriously nerve-wracking experience, but thankfully, it didn't take
long. I didn't have much hair down there to shave. After he rinsed off the
last of the shaving cream, he made me look in the bathroom mirror. Now I
looked and felt like I was twelve years old. Kevin then informed me that I
was in charge of keeping my crotch shaved from now on. This was back in the
mid-1990's when it wasn't the 'in-thing' to shave your pubes so I really
felt weird about it. It was just one more thing to be embarrassed about.

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continued in part 4