Date: Mon, 24 Aug 2020 19:53:00 +0000 From: myboystories Subject: Comparing With Chase Disclaimer: This is a simple story about two boys (12 and 15) comparing cocks. If you are looking for a story with a lot of explicit action, you are in the wrong place! Please only read this story if it you're above 18 or 21 in some places, and legal in the current country you are residing. Comments? Questions? Have a similar story to share? Email me at myboystories@protonmail.com Comparing With Chase ---------------------- When I was a fifteen, I was friends with a younger boy named Chase that was only twelve. You may be asking, why was a fifteen year old hanging out with a twelve year old? Well, that's a good question. For one, Chase, and his other brother were my neighbors. When I first met them, I was 9, his older brother, Nick, was 12, and Chase was only 6. The years passed, and we grew up together. Even though we were all a bit apart in age, we would always see each-other since we lived so close. Being neighbors also allowed our parents to not have to pay for a babysitter. Whenever one of the parents wanted to leave the house, they simply would call the other parents and ask to drop us off. It worked out for everyone. Before we knew it, we all became very close, although in the last year Nick (the older brother) had gone away to college, leaving only Chase and me. That was fine by me, though, because I was always closer with Chase than I was with his older brother. Admittedly, I also found Chase to be extremely adorable as well, and he remains in my memory as one of my first "boy crushes", which in hindsight probably helped spur our friendship. Chase was a very cute boy, there was no question about it, and maybe "hot" was even a better word to describe him. He had auburn hair mixed with streaks of light brown and blond, that was medium cut and often parted in the middle, which framed his emerald green eyes perfectly. Below his eyes was a cute, and rather feminine looking button nose with a smattering of light freckles around it. I always liked his freckles. Chase was also slightly tall for his age, but not a giant, maybe standing 5 foot 3, which was already as tall as me at fifteen. His body was lean and long, still untouched by the muscle growth that puberty normally causes, but he was fit, toned from the last two years of competitive swimming. He was the type of boy that could have easily been a model if he wanted to. He just had that model "look" to him, and I knew that in a few years time, the girls would be all over him. On the other hand, I was more of an average fifteen year old. I stood 5 foot 3, the same height as Chase, and I was average in weight as well, not chubby, but not skinny either. My hair was a chocolate brown, and I had it styled in a "buzz cut" for the last year, having recently developed a bit of a rebellious steak. At this age, puberty was already hitting me hard. While I hadn't grown much taller, I did, however, start to get hair EVERYWHERE. The hair first started with a small patch about my cock at eleven, and then grew into a full bush by twelve. By thirteen, I had my first "happy trial" and by fourteen, I even had a tiny bit of hair on my upper lip which I had to shave. My legs and thighs also were covered in a mat of brown hair, which I was quite proud of. Even though I much shorter than most of the other teens my age, I liked the fact that I seemed more "developed", which compensated for my small stature and lack of athleticism. This story beings one late summer afternoon when I heard a knock on my door, and my mother entered, holding her phone in his hand. "Hey Brandon. Chase's mom wants to know if he can sleep over tonight. They are driving down to Santa Barbara for the evening and he doesn't feel like going." I looked up from my video game, pausing it for a moment. "Sure. What time does he want to come over?" I asked her. An hour later, Chase had arrived at our house with a backpack slung over his shoulders. He smiled, moving his thick auburn hair off his forehead and combing it over to the side as he entered the house. He was always so adorable. "Hey man. You wanna play Madden on the PlayStation today? I just got the new one" I asked him. Chase smiled his perfect white teeth and nodded his head, and we went down to my basement. For the next three hours, we played video games, only taking a break to eat some pizza that my mom brought home. Boys can have quite addictive personalities at this age, and it's quite easy to focus on something like a video game for hours-upon-hours without feeling tired. How I miss that energy! At 10:00 pm, my parents went to sleep, and we brought out our sleeping bags and set them on the floor in front of the TV in the basement. We opened them up, and laid next to one another, as we switched to the TV and started to surf the channels. Getting settled in for the evening, Chase, turned and opened his backpack, and got out a pair of blue basketball shorts to sleep in, and took off his shirt, revealing his hairless white creamy tummy and smooth gentle pectorals. My eyes drifted for a moment to his perfect upper body, and then down to his hairless white thighs. I was lost in thought as I looked at him, until I snapped out of it and decided to go upstairs and change myself. Some moments later, I came downstairs without a shirt on, and only in a pair of red basketball shorts, similar to what Chase was wearing. At this age, I liked being shirtless because it gave me the opportunity to how show the dark trail of hair that was growing down from my belly button to my crotch, as well as my hairy armpits. I was quite proud of the hair I was getting. We both laid back on the sleeping bags, a foot away from each other, our heads propped up on pillows, as I started to flip through the channels. Finally, we found an action movie on TV. It was one of the ones that was normally only 2 hours, but somehow lasted four long hours with all the commercials. We both chatted throughout the movie, making small jokes about the action, or commenting about the girls. Halfway through, it was time for a commercial break, and suddenly an advertisement showed up on the screen. "Guys... do you want to have what it takes to please a woman? Want to be the beast of burden that you've always dreamed of?" The busty blond spoke on the screen, dressed in only a black lace bra, as she walked in front of a white backdrop and looked at the camera. "Then you need MAXIMIZER TABLETS. Grow 1-4 inches in six-months, guaranteed or your money back. Now what do you say, boys, are you ready to finally be the man you always wanted to be?" "CALL 1-800-MAX-DICK today to order. Only $29.99 for your first three month supply. Order today." Another voice spoke. We both laughed as the commercial finished. "I hope I don't need that when I'm older." Chase giggled, as he placed a finger on his tooth in a quite child-like way. "I'm glad I DON'T need that!" I laughed. "I'm plenty fine down there if I say so myself." Chase looked over at me for a moment. "Has it grown a lot?" He asked me, in a slightly curious and quiet voice. "Yeah dude. So much. It gets way bigger when you get to be my age." I answered. There was a moment of awkward silence, and he didn't say anything back. I wanted to carry on the conversation, but wasn't sure where to take it. I always wanted to talk to Chase about sex, but never had the opportunity to do so. "Has yours grown yet" I asked him, my voice sounding a bit husky. He looked down at his crotch for a moment, before looking back up. "Uh. I don't think so. Hard to tell I guess." "That's cool. Mine started around your age, but I was already getting lots of hair before. I think the hair comes first, so you gotta be patient" I told him, trying to sound knowledge on the subject. "Yeah I don't have that much hair really." He finally said, looking down at his hairless tummy and then back at my happy trail. "That's fine. I mean, you're only twelve, so that's normal' Another moment of awkward silence swept across the basement. "Do you have any hair at all yet?" I asked him, nervously. "Just a tiny bit above my dick, but not that much. You have lots?" He asked me. "Yeah, and my cock is huge now." I said, confidence emulating from my voice. "Oh." He said. "I hope mine grows soon." "It will man, trust me." I answered. More awkward silence, and I put my arms behind my head, showing off my hairy armpits. He looked over at me for a moment, before doing the same and showing off his hairless ones. "How big is yours now?" He finally asked. "I dunno. Never measured. Why? You want to see what it looks like after puberty?" I asked him, my heart racing a bit. "Uh... maybe" he said, unsure of himself. "I mean, I don't mind. We're just guys here. No different than in the highschool locker-rooms when you take a shower naked with the other guys" I said. I lied about the naked showering naked in high-school part. The guys in high school didn't do that, but I wanted to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal when you got older. I thought that telling little fib wouldn't hurt. "Okay" He said, almost whispering. "Let me get hard" I replied. In fact, I already was hard during our conversation, but I didn't want to admit that due to the fear that he would have thought I was gay. I lifted up the sleeping bag to cover my lower half, and then pretended like I was trying to get hard for a minute or two. "Okay I'm ready. Want to see?" I finally spoke. "Yeah okay" Taking a deep breath, my hands moved to the sleeping bag that was covering my lower half, and slowly opened it. Once it was open, my hard 5-inch cut cock was on full display, sticking straight upwards and lying above my belly towards my hairy happy trail. The cock sat in a big thick tangled bush of pubic hair, and below it, sat my modest sized hairy balls, each about the size of marble. I looked over at him as he looked at my dick, examining it with his eyes. I felt so open and exposed then, but it turned me on. "Brandon?" He finally asked. "Yeah?" "I thought you said it was supposed to get bigger with puberty." He finally said. My heart stopped. What did he just say? "What do you mean?" I said. "It has, and it does..." The silence was deafening. "Mine is different." He finally said. "I know, because you haven't been through puberty yet." "No. Like, it's bigger..." I was shocked. How was that possible? There was no way. He was lying! "Really? Show me." I asked him, raising an eye-brow. "I'm not hard." he said. "You want to get it hard? " "Not really, but you can still see." He replied. "Okay" He took a deep breath, and then hooked both his thumbs to the waistband of his blue basketball shorts. Slowly, he slid them down with his white briefs in one motion, bringing them down to his hairless creamy thighs. When the shorts came off, I was stunned. There I saw a virtually hairless, but impossibly long and thick flaccid uncut cock. It had to have been nearly 6-inches flaccid, and sat over an equally large set of hairless testicles, both about twice the size of my own comparatively hairy balls. Above his cock, was only the smallest wisps of pubic hair, most likely haven grown only during the last month. My move became ajar, unable to produce words for almost 10-seconds. "Dude... that's amazing... you're so LUCKY" I finally said with wide-eyes, unable look away from his huge dick. "Thanks" He simply said, as he let me look at it for a few more moments. "You're going to get so many girls when you're older, trust me. They will come crawling to you." I said. He looked back down at his flaccid cock and shrugged. "I dunno, but I don't have hairs yet" I laughed at his innocence. "Who cares, you can't have sex with your pubic hair, man." I said. "The dick is what makes girls feel good." He laughed while his unblemished hand went to gently felt the small wispy blond pubes at the top of his dick. "It looks really thick too... can you even fit your hand around it?" I asked him. "Uh, what do you mean?" "Like, if you hold it in your hand, can your fingers touch?" "A bit" he replied in a soft, and rather shy voice. "Show me" He moved his delicate handsover to his big flaccid cock and grabbed it. He was right, he could just barely wrap his hand around his cock, and he wasn't even hard! "I can't when I'm hard, though" he clarified, looking at my smaller, hairy dick again. "You can when it's hard?" he asked me. "Yeah..." I wrapped my hand around my hard thin shaft, and my fingers easily went around it, leaving plenty of room. I did that for a moment so he could see it. "You want to get hard too?" I asked him. He looked over with a curious look on his face, as he looked at much smaller shaft. He placed a finger again on his tooth, again, in that cute child-like way, pondering something. "Not really." He said, "I think I'm getting tired." "Okay. Can I ask how big it when it's hard." He waited a moment, thinking, before he raised up his hands and spread them about eight inches apart. "Fuck man. That's huge." "Guess so. I dunno...." He finally answered, before pulling his basketball shorts back up. I got up and turned off the TV and the lights, and he zipped up his sleeping back and turned on his side. Several moments later he was snoring, but I couldn't fall asleep. I was so damn horny now. How could a boy this young, and do cute looking be so fucking hung? I tossed and turned all night thinking about how much more attracted I was to him now. I wish there was more to tell to this story, but that was it. Ever since that one faithful night, I started to develop a fetish for boys who were hung. Not older men, or teens, no, I wanted to see kids who looked all innocent and cute, but somehow had a cock that would make any grown men envious. Later, when I was most older, I would call them "secret gods". Cute and adorable on the outside, but little sex beasts on the inside. Boys like that truly deserve to be horsewhipped and to be pleased like the boy gods they truly are. If only people knew more about their secret powers... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Comments? Questions? Have a similar story to share? Email me at myboystories@protonmail.com