Date: Fri, 02 Feb 2024 22:33:36 +0000 From: bc.author Subject: What was I thinking This is a work of pure fiction between youths. If this is not your type, please find a story that is, there are plenty to go by. It is intended for responsible individuals who understand that this is fiction. Do not repost without authorization. Please donate to Nifty to keep this archive alive. Author's notes: I've read many stories where every character is conveniently gay, it doesn't seem very realistic at times. I then went on to start writing a gay story thinking, what if the main character wasn't gay and wasn't engaged in sex, can that still make good erotica? Would it infuse it with a sense of realism? I suppose it will be for you to judge, happy reading. --- What was I thinking by BC "What was I thinking!? Oh my god. How did I let myself be convinced to do that? This is so embarrassing," I'm thinking as I remove my underwear and prepare to step out of my room completely naked to face my little brother. --- That day had started just like any other normal Saturday. Mom and Dad had left to spend the day with Grandma, I was eating a bowl a cereal in front of morning cartoons. I was getting old for those but I had trouble picking anything else while eating breakfast. Starting a movie was unappealing and more serious series I was into were too good to miss most of the show not looking at the screen half the time. My little brother had no such reservations about cartoons, eating his cereal happily while we watched them. Of course at twelve he wasn't a big boy like me yet, even though it seemed he had hit a growth spurt lately. "Shawn, skip to the next one, it's over already," he said. "Oh, my bad." I selected the next episode and skipped the opening credits. "Hey, I like the theme song," he protested. "Dude, it's always the same song since season one," I pointed. "I know, but I like it," he said. "Well, you'll listen to it next episode, I'm not going back, it's already started." "Aw, you're no fun," he said, pouting in an exaggerated way. I rolled my eyes, grabbed my now empty cereal bowl and got up. I then heard him chuckle, suppressing a laugh. I looked at the TV, wondering what was funny, but it was just the main character getting on his bike, hardly funny. "What's funny?" I asked. I then realized he was looking at me. "You've got a boner," he pointed, laughing. I looked down and was a bit puzzled, I didn't have any boner. "What are you talking about squirt?" "Your thingie is hard, it's poking your underwear," he explained. "No it isn't," I said. Now, I rarely ever came out of my room in only a shirt and underwear in the morning, but this morning was especially hot in the house. Our parents hadn't yet started the AC for the season, usually waiting until May, but it had been unusually hot lately. "Dude, you're trippin, that's just my normal... you know..." "For real? It looks different than before. There wasn't a bump like that. Did you have your puberty?" he asked. "Haha, 'have your puberty'" I laughed. "Hey, don't make fun of me," he protested, frowning. "I don't know how to call it." "Hehe, it IS puberty, but it's the way you said it, hehe. And of course I've hit puberty, I'm fourteen," I informed him. "Oh, so that's why your wiener is poking your underwear?" "Huh, it's not poking it, it's just hanging normal," I said. "And what do you know about puberty, you seem pretty clueless to be honest." "Well, I know you get hair on your balls and around your junk, and that it grows faster than you at one point," he explained. "Well, that's not inaccurate. What else?" "Well, the voice also changes, but yours hasn't, it's still the same," he pointed. "Hey, my voice has gotten deeper okay. It's only because you hear me everyday that you didn't notice the change," I said defensively, this point being sensitive for me, as my voice had barely dropped, still high while all my friends now had deeper voices. "Well I sure don't hear any difference," he added, taking a spoonful of cereal. "Well there is!" my voice squeaking involuntarily, making me pretty annoyed with him. "Mine's probably gonna change soon," he announced proudly. I looked at him, dubious. "And why would you think that? You're still a little squeaker," I said, trying to get back at him. "Pfft, if I'm a squeaker, so are you!" he shot back. I launched myself at him and grabbed him, pulling him away from the coffee table with his bowl still half full. I then threw him on the sofa and started tickling him. "AH! STOP!" he started laughing uncontrollably. He squirmed and fought back, it was way harder to handle him now than it had been not too long ago, he was heavier and stronger it seemed. "Shawn stop! I'll pee myself!" he warned. "Yeah sure, I've heard that one before," I said, continuing my tickle attack. "STOP! STOP!" he screamed, laughing hard. Then I started feeling something wet on my belly. "EW!" I said, stopping immediately. Tyler hadn't been kidding, he had peed himself. I couldn't see his underwear, they were hidden by his shirt, but I had felt it. "Dammit Shawn!" he said, looking upset. "I'm sorry, I thought you were using it as an excuse..." "My boxers are soaked now, thanks a lot," he said, looking none too pleased. "I'm sorry!" I apologized again. "What am I going to do now?" he asked, getting up, looking at the mess he made. "Erm, just get a new pair. You might want to shower first," I suggested. "That was my last pair! All the others are in the laundry," he said, his tone definitely tinted with anger. "Well, take one out." "Ew, they're with all the other stinky clothes, no way," he said. "Maybe I can lend you a pair of my boxers, I think I have a pair that's getting small for me," I offered. "Wear your underwear? Yuk, no thank you," he said. "Then stay fucking naked," I said, insulted. "Okay, but you do it to," he said. "Wait what?" I said, looking at him, thinking he was kidding. But his face looked serious enough. "Dude, you're kidding." "Well it's either that or I have to go commando, and I've done it once and didn't like it one bit. Besides..." he hesitated, "I want to get used to be naked before I have to actually do it in PE. I'm kind of scared I'll get a boner." "Do that in your room on your own!" "No shit Sherlock! There's no point if it's just me!" "Well I sure don't want to see it! You can keep you're little noodle in your pants!" "Shut up, it's not a little noodle! And I'm all wet because of you now," he said, getting visibly upset. "I'm sorry okay! It's just pee." "What will Mom and Dad think? They have to wash them," he said, on the verge of tears. "I don't know how to work the washing machine, but I can look it up. It can't be that complicated," I said, feeling bad for him. "Okay," he sniffled, wiping his eyes. "Listen bro, I'm sorry. I swear I didn't mean to make you pee yourself." He looked pretty miserable and I felt guilty. "Listen, it's kind of weird to hang out naked. I'll try to find something for you to wear okay?" I proposed. "But..." he said, sniffling again. "But what?" "I... also kind of wanted to know what I could look forward to... you know, you being in puberty and stuff," he said softly. I wanted to laugh again but fought it back. "Please Shawn. My friends made fun of me the other day because I didn't know about jerking off. I feel like there's a lot of things I should know but I don't! Our parents signed me out of sex-ed classes because of some stupid religious reason," he said. "Well I feel you buddy, they signed me out too." Actually if it hadn't been for my friend Riley, I would probably be as clueless as Tyler. My friend was an absolute bible when it came to sex stuff. He even claimed he had sex already, but that's probably just BS. "Then please Shawn, let's not wear clothes this morning. I'm almost thirteen and I don't know shit about that stuff. Unless you want me to be the butt of jokes with my friends..." he said, looking bummed. I looked at his large hazel eyes, looking straight back at me. "Fine squirt," I said, patting his blond mop of hair. "Yippee," he said, bolting up. He ran to the bathroom and not too long after, the sound of the shower could be heard. I walked over to the bathroom, I hesitated before opening the door, I never went in when there was someone using the shower normally. I turned the doorknob, expecting it to be locked as would be usual, but it wasn't. "Eh, where are your boxers so I can wash them?" I asked. His head poked out of the shower curtain. "I tossed them in the sink," he pointed. I took a few steps inside the bathroom and spotted the soggy boxers. I reluctantly took them, grossed out, and hurried downstairs where I threw them in the washer. It was actually much easier to use than I thought. I just wasn't sure about the quantity of detergent but it was pretty well explained on the bottle. I went back up and could no longer hear the shower running. "Shawn?" I heard my brother yell. "Yeah?" "I'm coming out of the bathroom now. Are you ready too?" he asked. "Eh, give me a minute," I said, going to my room and closing the door behind me. --- So here I am, hand on the doorknob, feeling the air on my naked body. Thank god it's warm, yet I'm strangely cold. I turn the doorknob, open the door and step out of my room. I look left and right in the hallway, the door to the bathroom is open, no noise coming from there, then I the sound of dishes in the kitchen. I walk over there, feeling silly and embarrassed walking naked in the house. I then see my brother's blond head above the counter, it seems he's putting his dishes in the dishwasher. "Erm, your underwear is in the washer," I inform him. He turns around and looks at me. I feel shy, last he saw me naked we were both little kids. "Whoa, you've got a bush," he says, sounding surprised. For now I can't see him from the waist down, the counter is in the way. "You'll get one too eventually." "I'm not sure I want one now, it looks kind of messy," he giggles. "A lot of guys shave it off." "Maybe you should too." "Why?" "Cuz your wiener is kind of small, it's like your bush wants to hide it," he snorts. "Hey!" I blush, a bit sensitive about my size, "it's not done growing yet!" "So that's why I thought you had a boner earlier, it's like... poking forward. It kind of looks like a big acorn," he laughs. "Shut up, I'm a grower okay! Plus yours is probably like a tiny noodle! " I shoot back. I still can't see him yet and I'm getting impatient for him to step out of the kitchen so I can see him and make fun of him too. "What's a grower?" he asks. "Well, there's two types of guys. Growers, when you've got one that grows a lot in size when you've got a boner, and a show'er, when you have one that's big when it's soft too," I explain him. "That's neat, I didn't know that. How do you know which one you are?" "The way I just said: when it grows a lot, you're a grower, and if it's big soft, you're a show'er." "Mine grows a lot, but it's also big when it's soft, so which one is it?" he asks. "It's big when it's soft?" I ask, getting on my toes trying to see his dick that's just a few inches below the counter that's blocking my view, but having no luck. "Yeah, it's kinda big, it's actually annoying," he answers. "Like how big? Bigger than mine?" I ask, feeling uneasy at the thought. "Oh yeah," he chuckles, "a LOT bigger." I look at him, thinking he's saying that just to get some sort of revenge at me for earlier. "Shut up squirt, there's no way you're bigger than me. Come over here and prove it." "I don't think I should bro. I thought you were like me. I don't want you to feel bad about it," he says, actually looking like he mean it. "What do you mean 'like you'? Why would I feel bad?" I ask, feeling a bit pissed at his little game. "I think I'll take one of your underwear after all." "What? Was this some silly plan to get back at me, get me naked? You're probably not even naked!" I shoot at him. "Yeah I am," he says, jumping to the side and in view, with both his hands hiding his middle section. He is naked alright, bending down forward a little and hiding his privates. He then side steps back behind the counter. "What the fuck bro, you saw me and I didn't hide my junk. I know you're full of shit so just show me it, I won't make fun of you," I tell him. Maybe he's just shy, I've been changing with other boys for a while so I lost most of that shyness. "Are you sure? You won't be mad?" "Why would I be mad?" I ask, confused. "Cuz it's a lot bigger than yours." "Dude, you're twelve..." "Almost thirteen," he interrupts me. "In six months! And I'll turn fifteen before! There's no way you're bigger than me." "Well, I just am! Mine is already as thick as yours, but it's like... twice as long." I look straight at him, his large hazel eyes staring back. He can't be serious, but he appears to be. "Prove it," I dare him. "Fine," he sighs. "Don't say I didn't warn you. Here goes nothing..." he says as he side-steps in view. I instantly feel like someone has punched me in the stomach when I see his boyhood, it's huge! He wasn't kidding! "Fuck," I blurt out. "You cursed," he laughs. My eyes are glued to it, it looks too big for him. I've been drawing since I can remember, I'm really good with proportions and Tyler's boyhood just doesn't look proportional. It looks between four and five inches long, about the thickness of mine, roughly the girth of a tennis racket, his foreskin completely covering the head but without much extra, unlike me who for some reason was circumcised as a baby. He's also still completely hairless, if he has pubes, they're either too small or pale for me to see them. "How!?" I ask, baffled. "Heh, I dunno. Pretty big eh?" he asks proudly, rocking his hips making his dick swing lazily. "You don't say..." I answer, feeling almost like in a trance, mesmerized by what I'm seeing. How can he be that much bigger than me? This is unfair! "You're definitely a show'er," I comment. "You think? But it grows a lot too." "Like, how much?" I ask, my throat feeling dry. "Last I measured, my boner was 17.5 centimeters. It was like a week ago, so it probably hasn't grown much since," he laughs. "Fuck dude, that's almost seven inches, and you're only twelve." "Almost thirteen," he reminds me. "In six months..." I mumble. He looks at me a moment and lets out a short laugh then casually walks away to the the living room and turns on the TV. I, on the other hand, am in shock. I slowly snap out of it and realize to my horror that I'm actually hard! When did that happen!? Did Tyler see me? Of course he did, he JUST looked at me over. Is that why he laughed? I look down at my dick and it has never felt so small. The thickness is fine for my age but the length... it left to be desired. I suddenly realize my boner is actually shorter than Tyler's soft dick! "No way," I whisper. But my keen eye is rarely wrong, and I don't think it is in this case. "Just my luck..." I then go over to the bathroom, feeling like I have to pee, wondering if my boner had anything to do with it. It takes a while but I finally manage to pee. "Phew." My boner deflates and when I'm done, it's finally soft. Wondering what I should do, putting on clothes would send the message that I'm ashamed, there's only one thing to do... I walk lazily to the living room and sit down on the couch next to Tyler, still buck naked. "Had a piss hardon, took forever to pee," I tell him. "Oh, ya those happen a lot when I wake up now," he says. We both focus on the show Tyler had selected, but I gotta say, it feels really weird to hang out in the buff, especially with my little brother. Yet I can't help taking glances in his direction once in a while. His long floppy cock is resting between his legs, the tip touching the sofa, a complete opposite to mine that just seems to stick out from my groin, pretty stiff even soft, like it's turtling in my bush or something. After a while I hear the washing machine buzz and I go downstairs to take care of it. I retrieve the pair of boxers at the bottom of it and smell it. "Smells like soap." I throw them in the dryer and put the timer for half an hour, that should do. "Is it done?" Tyler asks when I get back in the living room. "In the dryer," I answer. "But I don't mind getting back into clothes if you want." "Nah, we're fine like that," he grins. "It's kind of funny to see you naked, your wiener is so small, hehe." "Shut up!" "Have you had sex yet?" "What!? No!" "Lots of people have at fourteen already," he grins. "They're all liars." "Nu-uh! Jimmy Trent has fucked a girl and he's thirteen," he informs me. "He's probably lied to you," I say, but not entirely convinced. Our neighbor Jimmy is a jock and kind of a hunk, if one kid in our neighborhood has had sex, he is one of the most likely candidate. "I heard girls dig big dicks, is that why you didn't have sex?" "What!? No! I haven't even gotten a serious girlfriend yet! And if a girl really likes you, she won't care about the size of your dick!" "It can't hurt your chances though," he grins. "Pfft, and just how will any girl know what you have? You wear baggy clothes and board shorts at the beach. I'm your brother and I didn't even know that..." I take a pause to think, I don't want to boost his ego too much, "...you had this much." "Eh... fair point," he says, seemingly deep in thoughts for a while. After a while, I finally I hear the beep of the dryer and run downstairs. I take the now dry boxers and run back upstairs, throwing them to Tyler. "Here you go squirt, now we can get dressed." "I suppose..." he says, letting out a sigh. --- Four months after that strange episode, I'm hanging out with my friend Riley, we're in the backyard at my place chilling next to the pool. "It doesn't matter if she has all the power, if there's no struggle, there's no interest," he says. "But she did have to beat up her rival," I argue. "Oh come on, she barely broke a sweat. I love you mate but you're desperately clueless sometimes..." he says, rolling his eyes. "What do you mean 'love me'?" I ask, worried. "Oh my god, stop, just stop. You're my friend mate, I don't see you like that, never will," he answers, letting out an annoyed sigh. "Sorry." "It's alright. Anyway, that movie sucked and you won't change my mind about it," he adds. "Well, I still liked it." "Good. Don't let my lack of enjoyment taint yours. It's just fun to debate about it," he explains. "Yeah." At that moment we hear the patio door open and out comes Tyler. I'm kind of surprised when I see what he's wearing : instead of his usual board shorts, he's got a bathing suit that looks a lot like short boxer briefs but made out of the same material as the ones swimmers wear. "Hi Riley," he says as he passes us. "What's up Tyler," my friend answers. "Not much. How's the water?" he asks, touching the surface. "It's nice actually, surprisingly warm," Riley says. "That's because the thermal pump is heating it," I inform them. "Oh, so that's why it's so much warmer than our pool," Riley says. My brother then walks over to the diving board, looking down at the water below. "Hey Shawn," my friend whispers, "what's up with your brother?" "Huh? What do you mean?" "Well, he looks... kind of hot." "He's twelve!" I say, almost outraged. "Isn't he almost thirteen?" "Yeah." "We're only about a year apart." "Yeah, but two grades!" "Still..." "Splash!" we hear as Tyler hits the water. He swims a few lengths and go back on the board, taking position for a dive. "Damn, did he stuff his bathing suit or something?" Riley asks, chuckling. I look at Tyler and his wet bathing suit is clinging onto his oversized bulge, showing just how well-endowed he is. "I'm afraid that's all him..." I inform him. "Damn!" "Splash!" "Hey Riley, I've got a question," I say. "Yeah?" his eyes were following my little brother closely as he pulls himself out of the pool, water glistening over his boyish body and his prominent basket on display. "Since you always seem to know about that stuff, what is... you know, normal size?" I ask, feeling embarrassed. "Huh? What do you mean, normal size for what?" "Not so loud!" "Oh, sorry. But what do you mean?" he whispers. "Well you know... the downstairs part..." "Oh, the penis?" he says, seemingly unafraid of the word. "Yes." "Well, I read somewhere it's between 14 and 16 centimeters, so roughly six inches," he answers, visually not embarrassed by the subject. "Oh..." "Why?" "No reason." "Pfft, yeah sure. You're such an open book and you don't even realize it," he chuckles. "Spill it out." "What's your size?" I find the courage to ask, wanting to know how I compare with someone my age. I had seen a few dicks in the locker room but hard it's different. I may be smaller than other when soft, but I was hoping I could measure up when hard. "Eh... okay I was not expecting that question." I waited for his answer. "Oh, you really want to know?" "Yeah! I'm kind of worried..." I explain. "Dude, seriously, don't worry about that. We're fourteen, we're not even done yet." "I know, but I want to know if I'm normal you know?" "Understandably. Well, I'm thirteen centimeters, so well on the way to normal adult size," he says proudly. "You?" "Eh... eight centimeters, is that normal?" "Probably, we're supposed to all grow at a different rate. Some start early and others late," Riley explains. "But how come he started early and we're brothers?" I ask, pointing at Tyler who was again on the diving board, his large boy bulge screaming its presence. "I dunno. It's genetics. It can come from the mom or the dad." I let out a sigh. "Don't tell me you're jealous of your little brother?" Riley grins. "No! Well... maybe," I admit. "But seriously if you had seen his thingie you would be too!" I argue. "Heh, don't tell me he's bigger than you already?" Riley chuckles. "Yeah! Like more than twice! It's insulting!" "What? No way..." Riley says, looking at Tyler coming out of the pool walking to the diving board again for the umpteenth time. "Yes way!" I say, pretty upset about it. "You've seen it?" Riley asks on a low tone. "Yeah." "Like hard and all?" he asks, bending forward and fidgeting on his chair. "No, soft. But he told me he's seven inches and I have no doubt it's true." "Daaaaamn! And he's only twelve still..." "Yeah... tell me about it. That means he's still got a long way to go," I say, letting out a sigh. "Not necessarily. My cousin told me his stopped growing at thirteen," Riley informs me. "Wait, that means it could be done growing before we're adults!?" I ask, increasingly worried. "Of course, duh. It's the first thing that starts growing during puberty, it's normal it's the first to be done. It rarely grows after fifteen years old for most guys," he explains. "Why didn't you say that earlier! That means I could be done!?" "I doubt it. Like I said, it's different for everybody. Plus if you are done at fifteen, that's a year away and a LOT can happen in a year. I mean, you look nothing like you did a year ago, do you?" he points out. "True..." "Come on guys! Come swim!" we then hear Tyler yell from the pool. "In a minute! We're talking about some stuff!" I yell. I then hear the patio door and look to see my mom walking toward us. "Shawn, your father and I are about to leave for my boss' wedding. Like I explained, all you need to do is put the lasagna at 350F for half an hour okay?" "Yes, no problem." "I wrote it all down on a piece of paper I hooked on the refrigerator." "Thanks." "You boys behave now." "Yes mother." "Tyler, your brother is in charge okay sweetie?" "Yeah! Bye Mom!" She then leaves inside the house. A minute or so later I hear my dad's pick-up truck roam to life and slowly drive away. "Come on Shawn!" Tyler yells. "Want to go swim?" I ask my friend. "Sure!" We remove our shirts and join Tyler in the pool. After much dunking, racing and other antics, we finally get out of the pool, all getting a bit cold. We sit down on lounge chairs and let the sun dry our bodies. "Hey Tyler, new bathing suit?" Riley asks, looking at my brother. "Yeah! Pretty cool eh?" he smiles. "You bet. I like the color." "Yeah, I love red." "It fits you very well," Riley says. I look at him and frown, is my friend doing what I think he's doing? "Thanks," he grins. "It looks pretty tight though. Don't you feel a bit tight in them?" Yep, he's totally flirting with my brother! Yuk! "Heh, not really. It's elastic." "Thank god," Riley laughs. "Heh, why do you say that?" Tyler asks. Riley shoots a look at me furtively. "Heh, no reason," he says. Tyler frowns and looks at him with doubt. "Soooo, what are we doing for the rest of the afternoon?" Riley asks. "Well, I kind of like hanging out next to the pool," I say. "Hey, we could continue listening to 'The Boys' on Prime," my brother proposes. "What episode are you guys at?" Riley asks. "Not sure, but somewhere in Season 2," I answer. "I'm surprised your parents let you watch that," Riley comments. "What, are you nuts? It's adult-rated. They would be furious if they knew. We only watch it when they're gone." "So can we?" Tyler asks. "You want to go inside when it's so nice?" I ask him. "It's cloudy right now and I'm cold from the pool. We can watch one or two episodes and come back after," he proposes. "Alright." We make our way inside the house and I see Tyler sitting down on the couch. "Tyler! Your bathing suit is still wet. It's not good for the leather," I tell him. "Aw." "Just go change." "I don't want to get dressed, we're going to go swim later," he argues. "Well you can't sit on the couch with your wet swimsuit. And don't think about sitting down on the carpet either, that red swimsuit might leave a mark." "Aw, this is stupid. Hey, we can do like we did the other day?" he grins, waggling his eyebrows. "No! Riley is here!" "Huh? Yeah, I'm here, what is it?" he says just as he comes back from the bathroom. "Nothing," I say. "Aw, you're no fun," Tyler complains. "Is your big brother being a party pooper?" Riley asks with a grin. "Yes!" "No!" I fire back. "Dude, I'm letting you watch a mature show, so stop complaining." "But they're superheroes!" Tyler argues. "It's still for adults! Now go change." "Pfft, fine," he says as he bolts off. "Oh, I didn't bring any change of clothes. Can I borrow something?" Riley asks. "Sure, follow me," I say, heading to my room. I go through my drawers and hand him a pair of shorts. "There's a liner in them," I inform him. "Oh, great, thanks." He then shoves down his wet board shorts. I look at him, curious to see him naked as I've never seen him before. His dick looks pretty normal, normal thickness, normal length. It looks nice. He's circumcised just like me and his scar is perfect. Not to make him feel awkward, I undress too, a bit shy to show myself to him for the first time. "Whoa, you get a lot of shrinkage?" he asks, looking at my exposed penis. "Kind of, but it's not that much different than normal to be honest," I say, looking down at my dick. "I know it's small..." "No, it's fine! It would look kind of cute if it wasn't for your big bush, hehe." "Should I shave it?" "Well... maybe. That's not for me to say." "You shave yours," I point out. "Yeah, I like it more without, it looks cleaner." I look at his junk and have to admit it does look clean when compared to mine. "But... I don't know how," I admit, "and I don't think my dad has in his plans to teach me how to shave for at least another two years." "Haha, yeah. But honestly Shawn, shaving is stupid easy. If you want, I can show you how, no homo," he proposes. "But you're homo," I laugh as I put on a pair of boxers. "I know, but you aren't. So it's not about me." "But when?" "Now?" he proposes. "What? But Tyler is waiting for us. He'll know something's up." "Dude, if you can talk dick size with your brother, you sure can talk him about that," Riley argues. "I don't know..." "Come," he says, taking my hand and dragging me. "Hey Tyler I'm teaching your brother how to shave so wait for us before you start the show," Riley yells from the hallway. "Huh? Okay..." Tyler answers, his voice showing signs of confusion. We enter the bathroom and Riley starts looking around the drawers. "I don't know about this..." I whisper. "Oh please, I've done that dozens of times. Bingo," he says, brandishing a razor. "That's my father's," I inform him. "Well duh, unless you have your own?" "Of course not." "We'll clean it all good after, don't worry." He pauses. "Your pubes are pretty long, got a pair of scissor?" "In my room, yeah." "Go get them. Oh, and bring a plastic bag so we don't make a mess," he suggests. After gathering the items, I return and hand them to Riley. "Shorts down," he says. I reluctantly lower them and Riley waists no time and cuts my pubes off. He takes a handful of them, and cuts them short, until they're all short. "It's already much tidier," he comments. Riley then takes out a can of shaving cream, put some in his hand and smears it on my pubes, around my dick and on my balls. He then takes my penis between his thumb and fingers and moves it out of the way where he starts shaving. It's the first time someone ever touched me there, and if it wasn't for the fact that a razor blade is right near my dick and balls, I would probably have developed a boner, it feels so weird. "Your balls are hairy too," he comments, shaving my balls carefully, rinsing the blade at every pass under the warm water. I look at his every move nervously, but he seems really good at it. I see my bush disappear progressively, until it's all gone. "There!" he says, taking a washcloth and removing the excess shaving cream. I turn to the side and look at myself in the full size mirror on the wall. "So? Whatcha think?" Riley asks. "It looks... good." "Damn right, I'd say that's a great improvement. Plus now your dick has more room to shine, you have a nice dick," he smiles. "Erm, thanks." I keep looking at myself, finding it so neat to be hairless after so long. I look kind of sexy. And just as this though forms, my dick starts rising. "Hehe, even your dick agrees that it looks better," Riley comments, seeing my now stiff penis. "It still small though." "Well, that wasn't going to make it bigger you know. But we see more of it now," he smiles. "Yeah, I suppose..." "Come on, let's go. Your brother is waiting for us." "Oh, right." Riley starts cleaning up the razor before putting it back where he found it while I take the plastic bag full of my pubes to throw it away. When we arrive in the living room, Tyler is patiently waiting for us, watching some cartoon. "This took forever. What were you guys doing?" he asks. "I told you, I showed your brother how to shave," Riley answers him. "But he doesn't even have a hair on his face," Tyler points out. "No, but he has a whole lot down below, or I should say, HAD." "Oooooh," Tyler says, connecting the dots. "I can't wait till I have a bush." "Dude, it's a pain. You have to either trim it or shave it, and it gets itchy if you're not committed so trust me, you should NOT look forward to it." "Oh..." my brother frowns. "Girls don't like thick messy bushes you know." "I suppose..." "And a thick messy bush makes your dick look smaller," Riley adds. "Haha, so that's why Shawn shaved his?" "Shut up! No! I just think it looks cleaner," I explain. "Well I wouldn't need to shave mine even if had a big bush to make it look bigger, I'm already big," Tyler boasts. "Is that so?" Riley grins. "Yeah! I know you probably don't believe me because I'm only twelve, but I'm this big," he says, holding his two index fingers about seven inches apart. "Wow, if you have this much, you're bigger than most men already," Riley says with a grin. "Really!?" Tyler says, looking surprised. "Yeah, normal size for men is about this big," Riley says, taking my brother's hands and pulling them a little closer to what looks like six inches. "What your size?" Tyler asks with no shame. "Whoa, is that the question of the day?" Riley laughs. "Mine's about this size," he says, closing the gap between my brother's fingers down to five inches. "What about you Shawn?" Tyler asks. I let out a loud sigh and get closer, taking my brother's hands from Riley and closing the gap to three inches. "Whoa, I thought you said it grew when it gets hard," says Tyler. "It does, it's like this size when it's soft," I say, bringing them closer, leaving a gap of two inches. "Still, I was thinking like it would grow three times or something," Tyler explains. "No, but I'm not done growing, so it will get bigger eventually," I argued. "But mine isn't either and will grow more, haha," my brother teases. "Until we're how old does it grow?" he asks Riley. "I swear you two are not served well by your religious education, you're clueless and both have the same questions," laughs Riley. "We're not religious, our parents are," I point out. "So when does it?" Tyler asks again. "It depends on your stage," Riley answers. "My stage? What's that? How do I know that?" "That's how they categorize puberty in boys, they're called Tanner stages," he explains. "But how do I know that?" "Well, you kind of have to recognize them. I know how," Riley says, blushing a little and looking somewhat guilty. "You could tell me if I'm in puberty?" Tyler asks enthusiastically. "Yeah, sure. I can tell you how far advanced you are," Riley answers, looking away. "Cool," he smiles, getting up and shoving down his shorts and underwear in a flash, surprising us both. "So?" Tyler's penis is even bigger than I remember, I think it's grown some since! Mostly in girth, it looks noticeably thicker than last I saw it. It's hanging down softly on his balls, not a hair in sigh yet on both. We're both speechless, I don't know what Riley is thinking, but I'm just in awe, how can a twelve year old have such a big penis!? Granted he's almost thirteen, but still, he's huge! "Well?" my little brother asks impatiently. "Damn Tyler, you sure weren't kidding, that thing is fucking big," Riley commented. "Yeah! Isn't it cool?" he grins. "Yeah... it's amazing..." Riley says, licking his lips. "So am I in puberty?" he asks. "Eh... we don't say in puberty. We say having hit puberty, and I can definitely tell that you have," Riley informs him, making him smile widely. "You look like stage two, or maybe even three based on your balls, but you don't have any hair yet, so I guess that will come very soon." "Cool. I guess no one will make fun of me in PE when school restarts." "If they do, it will be because they're jealous. You'll probably be the biggest boy in eighth grade," says Riley. "Haha, for real?" "For sure! Have you ever measured it?" I frown, knowing I told him he had. "Yeah, it's 13 centimeters soft like this, and hard it's 19. Will it grow more?" "Seven and a half inches!? Wow!" Riley says with a weird face before composing himself. "Now I can't be sure it's going to grow more, but given your stage, yeah, most likely," says Riley. "Cool, I want to be this big," Tyler says, holding his hands a foot apart. "Whoa whoa there, there is such a thing as too big you know. You might scare people with one that big" Riley informs him. "Oh, but not now though right?" "No, right now it looks very hot," says Riley, which I was quick to punch on the shoulder. "Ow! What was that for!?" "Shawn's just jealous because I have a big dick and he doesn't," Tyler says. "Am not!" Tyler then starts doing a little dance, rocking his hips left and right, probably to mock me but what it did is make his big cock swing erotically which did not escape me and certainly not Riley who I think was drooling. "Now can we watch the damn show!" I say, feeling annoyed. "Yeah yeah," Tyler says, pulling his shorts back up thankfully and sitting down. Now that show had always been pretty wild, but oh my god that episode was something else, I was thinking when the episode ended. "Let's watch another one Shawn!" says Tyler impatiently. "Not yet, I think I need a break after that one. That was just crazy!" I say. "Yeah, I had seen it but I don't think I needed to see that scene again with the guy in the other guy's dick and... yuk," Riley said. "I thought you liked dicks," says Tyler. Both me and Riley say nothing. "Shawn told you?" Riley finally says. "I didn't! I would never betray your trust," I say, trying to defend myself. "My brother didn't tell me anything, I kind of guessed a while ago," Tyler says. "Does that bother you?" Riley asks. "Heck no. I think it's cool. I heard that gay boys get sex much earlier than straight boys," Tyler says. "Oh, I can 100% guarantee," Riley grins. "What? What have you done!? With who?" I ask. "First, you never betray the person you have sex with by telling your friends, that's lame. Even more so when you're a gay boy," Riley explains. "But I had sex quite a few times all the way from when I was eleven," he grins. "Daaaaamn!" Tyler says, visibly impressed. "You poor straight boys will have to wait a couple more years." "Pfft, I won't wait that long," Tyler announces. "Heh, girls just won't. They've been told if they do it they're sluts, so that kind of stops them in their tracks. Pretty sure if that social construct wasn't around, straight boys would be getting as much pussy as us," says Riley. "But you don't get pussy," Tyler points out. "It's an expression. I do get other kind of sexy fun." "Like buttfucking and blowjobs and stuff?" Tyler says. "Tyler!" I scold him. "Hehe, yea, something like that," Riley laughs. "What? Shawn, compared with that TV show we just watched, that's actually tame," laughs Tyler. I let out a loud sigh, a bit exasperated by the both of them. "How about we go for a swim guys, the sun is back out," I propose. "I wanted to continue watching another episode," Tyler says. "Come on bro, it's super nice outside." "I dunno, it's a bit boring to just hang out around the pool and swim," he says, looking disinterested. I roll my eyes and let out a sigh. "Oh, I know a way to make it interesting," he bolts up with a grin I immediately don't trust. "We could skinny dip." "What! No way! Our neighbors will see!" I argue. "They've been gone for a month!" Tyler says. "What about the other ones!?" "They can't see shit with the hedges and the trees! What do you say Riley?" We turn our heads toward him, I know he's going to be on my side so we can finally move on. "Yeah okay, we can do that," he says, to my surprise. "Yipee! Come on Shawn! You do it too! It's two against one!" Tyler says enthusiastically. "Seriously Riley!?" I shoot at my friend. "What? I've done it before, it's kind of neat. If you're worried about the neighbors you can just remove your bathing suit when you're in the pool, they wouldn't see you're naked even if they were in your own backyard then," Riley proposes. "Come on guys," Tyler yells from the door, waiting on us. I look at Riley and he just smiles and follows my brother outside. I reluctantly follow them, dragging my feet. "How did you know by the way?" I hear Riley ask Tyler next to the pool. "Know what?" "That I was... you know... gay," Riley says. "Oh, your clothes. They're too nice. They always look perfect together," Tyler explains. "Oh, that's a giveaway?" "I suppose, cuz otherwise you don't sound or look it," my brother says as he removes and throws his clothes on a lounge chair. When he's down to his underwear, he doesn't even hesitate and shoves it down, throwing it on the chair as well. Riley's attention seems focused on my little brother as he walks casually to the diving board, his long penis flopping to and fro. "Splash!" Riley quickly finishes to remove his clothes and jumps in the pool buck naked too. "Whoa, that feels so neat!" Tyler exclaims as he resurfaces. "Shawn come. It feels so weird, you have to try!" I walk toward the lounge chair and start removing my clothes, wondering what the fuss is about. How different can it be, I've taken baths and there's nothing special about being naked in the water. I hesitate before taking off my underwear, but feel silly, they've both seen me and I've never given it much though when changing in PE before, so why now? Once free of clothes, I run to the pool and jump in the water. After the initial slight shock of the water temperature, I start realizing that it DOES feel different, it's strange. "Dang, you're right, it does feel neat," I comment. "Doesn't it?" Tyler says, swimming around. "See? I was right," Riley adds. "Yeah, that's odd." "I like how it feels, it tickles a bit," Tyler comments. Despite my previous reservations, I have to admit I am liking this too. There's a sense of freedom that's hard to describe. It doesn't put to rest my nervousness to be naked outside, even if I know full well that no one can see us. It's like I'm doing something forbidden, it's making me anxious. Still, I manage to relax and swim around with Tyler and Riley. They both seem much less caring, Tyler not seeming to care much, getting out of the pool often to jump from the diving board. After a while, I get cold and decide to get out, wasting no time covering myself with my beach towel. My friend and brother stay in the water much longer, wrestling, dunking each other and just goofing around. I'm starting to get hungry, so I go inside and put the lasagna in the oven. When I get back outside, Tyler and Riley are in the corner of the pool, laughing. "Stop, it tickles too much!" Tyler says as Riley pushes him in the corner, where I know a water jet is located. Riley laughs and wrestles my brother to have him face it and holds him in front. "AH! Haha, stop, let me go!" Tyler squirms, but seemingly incapable of getting free. After much fighting and squirming, my brother finally manages to escape, out of breath. "Alright, I'm spent, and I'm getting cold," Riley says, pulling himself out of the pool. I look at my naked friend walking my way, he's got a nice body, he' s lucky. He's got abs and a nice chest, plus his dick is a good size, unlike mine, although it looks a little bigger than earlier. He grabs his towel and sits down next to me. My brother is still in the pool and has his arms around his upper body, he looks cold. "Tyler if you're cold just get out of the pool, it won't go anywhere," I tell him. He seems to hesitate for a moment before going up the ladder and getting out. Immediately I see why he might have been hesitating, he had a full blown boner! "Holy shit," I blurt out without thinking. Riley turns and looks, his eyes round like saucers and his mouth agape. "Are you happy now you doofus? That water jet gave me a boner!" Tyler says with a laugh. Both me and Riley watch in awe as Tyler walks toward us, his huge boy boner going left and right like a weighty metronome. It just looks so out of place for his twelve year old body! It's like a long straight cucumber coming out of his groin. His foreskin only covers half his glans, the pink head looks angry and ready to burst out. He grabs his towel and gives his hair a good drying session before sitting down on the lounge chair. To my dismay, he doesn't tie his towel around his waist like me and Riley did, he rolls it and puts it under his head after reclining his lounge chair. I look at his still very much erect cock, I can even tell when his heart beats as it pulses. "Tyler, dude cover up," I tell him. "Why?" "Well, someone could see. And you've got a boner!" I tell him. "Chill bro, no one will. And whose fault is this," he says, point at his dick, "not mine!" "Well, it belongs to you, so do something about it!" I say. "It's not like I can tell it to go down! It's Riley's fault, you do something about it," he tells my friend. Riley seems gobsmacked. He glances at me and then at my little brother's big seven and a half inch cock, licking his lips. Is he seriously considering the offer!? "Yo! No, just no," I say, taking my own towel and throwing it on Tyler's lap to hide his cock. I'd rather not risk the hormones of my gay friend taking over, even if it meant I was now naked. "Aw, you're no fun," says Tyler who thankfully doesn't move the towel off. I let out a sigh, hoping he wasn't actually serious and things would cool off. "It looks much better like that," Tyler says after a minute. "Huh, what does?" I ask, confused. "Your wiener. It's still super small though," he grins. "Shut up, not everyone has a cucumber for a dick." "Yours is like a baby carrot," he laughs. "Hey, at least when I'll get my first blow job, she'll suck all my dick, not just the tip and choke!" I shoot back. "He's got a point," Riley chuckles. "Pfft, I'll just screw em and make em scream," Tyler grins. "What do you know about that stuff anyway, you're only twelve!" "Oh, I just know," he smiles. "You don't know shit." I then grab my clothes and start getting dressed. "Dinner is about to be ready, you eating here Riley?" "Huh?" he asks, seemingly getting out of a trance. "We're having lasagna for dinner, you staying?" "Yeah, yeah sure," he says, still seeming a bit in a daze. "Alright, let's get back inside and eat," I suggest. --- As we're eating, arguing about what we would be watching after dinner, I get a call from Mom. "Hello?" "Is everything okay at home?" "Yes, we're eating dinner right now, your lasagna is very good Mom." "Thank you sweetie. I was just calling to make sure you boys were doing okay." "Of course, it's not the first time you guys go out leaving us at home." "No, but it's the first time we spend the night out, so I was just making sure everything was okay." "Yes, we're good. There's a lot of noise around you," I point out. "Yes, it's quite loud here, I can barely hear you. Well, I'll leave you to it. You can call us anytime if there's anything, okay?" "I know Mom. Good night." "Bye sweetie." "Who was it?" Tyler immediately asks. "Mom just being mom," I answer before taking another bite of lasagna. After dinner, we watch a few more episodes of The Boys. "It's getting late," I say after we were done with an episode. "Yeah," Riley says. "Is Riley sleeping over?" Tyler asks. "Eh, I didn't ask our parents if he could. And now it's a bit too late to call them," I answer. "But he can sleep over anyway. Didn't they say they'd be back at like eleven?" my brother asks. "Yeah..." "Then he can stay, they won't even know." I find a bit strange that Tyler wants MY friend to stay over, but it's probably just him being attention-seeking, Riley is my only friend who's nice to him. "I don't know, I mean Riley might have to ask his parents and stuff," I come out as an excuse. "Oh I can ask them," he quickly say, grabbing his phone and sending a text. "Cool," Tyler smiles. Not a minute later Riley's phone buzzes. "They're okay with it," he smiles widely, his braces showing. "Alright, cool. I'll go make up your bed in my room," I say as I get up. "Cool. Can I take a shower though? I always take one before bed," he asks. "Sure. Tyler can you get him a towel while I do this?" "Yep," he smiles and gets up. "Come Riley." I go to my room and grab the extra mattress from my wardrobe and put bed sheets on it. I look around and eventually find the comforter that goes with it. I change into my PJ and get in bed, scrolling on my phone, wasting time for my friend to finish his shower. "Took you forever," I say as he finally shows up. "Sorry," he apologizes. "I almost fell asleep waiting for you, heh." "Well, I'm tired too, let's turn off the lights and sleep," he suggests. I get up and turn off the lights, before jumping back on my bed, but knocking my toe before I do. "Ow! Goddamn it!" "What?" "I hit my toe," I explain. "Ah dang." Still, I pull my bed sheets over me, ready to sleep. I feel myself slowly drifting and I think I may even have fallen asleep, but I make a weird move and my toe starts hurting again. I curse at myself for being so clumsy, looking to my right to see if Riley was sleeping yet, only to realize his bed is empty. When did he get up? My door is closed, that's weird. I wait a moment, thinking he might have gone to the bathroom but a minute later he isn't back. Wondering if my friend might have gotten up because he wasn't feeling well or was thirsty or something made me get up looking for him. I open my door, and I can hear voices in the distance, coming from my brother's room. He went to talk to my brother? I tip toe my way toward his room, curious to see what they're talking about. "Go slow okay? S-L-O-W, I've never had one this big before," I hear Riley say. "Yeah yeah," says Tyler, sounding excited. "Oof." "It got in!" Tyler exclaims. "Yeah, push some in but slowly," says Riley, sounding a bit in pain. I get closer to his room, until I finally have a view inside, and my fears are immediately confirmed. Riley is on all fours, my little brother behind him, his big cock poking his ass, slowly disappearing into my friend's butt. I stand there, my mouth dry, not believing what's going on. My best friend and my little brother are about to have sex! I watch, mesmerized, I've never even watched porn and here I was seeing real sex. But this is my friend, and my brother! It feels so wrong and yet, I can't pull my eyes off it. "Humph," Riley grunts in discomfort. "Are you okay?" Tyler asks. "Yeah, is it almost all in?" "About two inches left to go," he informs him. "Damn you're big!" "Heh, didn't you tell me you've done this before?" Tyler asks, as he slowly inches forward. "Humph, yeah, but only twice. And he was five inches," he answers, clearly feeling some discomfort. Tyler then presses on Riley's lower back for him to get down a bit more and uses this leverage to push the rest of his cock all the way inside. "Guuh," Riley hisses. "Sorry." "It's okay. Just stay there a moment." Tyler pauses and starts caressing my friend's butt. "Goddamn you're big, I feel like someone shoved a baseball bat up my butt," Riley comments. "Hehe." "Seriously, it's hard to believe it's the dick of a twelve year old." "Almost thirteen, just like your dick, hehe." "Huh? My dick?" "Yeah, it's almost thirteen centimeters," my brother grins. "Are you making fun of my dick?" "Maybe," Tyler laughs, reaching below and giving Riley's hard dick a playful tug. "How dare you. Nineteen centimeters and he thinks he's the king of the world." "Heh." "How about you use those seven and a half inches and show me how it feels to be fucked by a big cock," Riley grins. Tyler smiles widely, looks down and pulls his hips back slowly withdrawing about four inches of cock before pushing them back inside. "Humph, okay, that already feels good, keep going," says Riley. Tyler then withdraws the same length again before forcing his cock back inside my friend. He starts finding a rhythm and soon enough, he is fucking! My twelve year old little brother is actually fucking! He is having sex before me!!! I watch in awe as he pushes his big cock in and out of my best friend's ass. It seems to glide effortlessly, how can my friend take such a big dick? How did it even fit in there? At one point my little brother withdraws too much and his slimy cock slips out completely. He is quick to react and aligns it back and shoves it in all the way to the root. "HUMPH!" Tyler then resumes at a good pace, seemingly now finding his range, withdrawing around six inches before shoving them back in all the way, his hips slapping against Riley's butt every time. At this point, my friend becomes really vocal. "Ah! Fuck me! AH! Fuck it feels so good! YES!" I reach down to grab my dick and to my surprise, I'm rock hard. I'm not gay but somehow, this is hot. "AH! Fuck me Tyler, yes! AH! Fuck me with your big cock! Huuuum!" Riley almost screams. My little brother is hard at work, taking my friend's hips in his hands and slamming his hips onto him. Riley looks in pure ecstasy, moaning and letting out cries of sexual joy. The erotic scene just seems unreal in the night, I can see, hear and even smell the sex in the air. "Oh! Fuck! I'm cumming!?" Riley says, seemingly surprised. He never even touched himself and his dick starts spurting cum! How!? My brother is now pounding Riley's ass almost frantically, making him squirm in delight as he cums. "I'm cumming too," Tyler then says, panting. He is!? He can cum!? Tyler then slams his hips forward and pulls on Riley's hips hard, like he's trying to shove every inch of his long cock inside as deep as he can. "Humph!" he squeaks on a high pitch, his eyes closed and biting his lower lip. The house is now silent, except for the loud breathing of the two lovers. They slowly calm down, my brother collapsing on Riley's back before both of them fall. "Hehe," they both laugh. Riley is the first to sit up. "We made a mess on your bed," Riley says. "Yeah... I guess I'll have to ask my brother how the washing machine works tomorrow morning, hehe." I then realize I need to get back. I turn around and tip toe my way back to my room, closing the door behind me. A few minutes later, Riley comes back into my room and takes place in his bed. I have a bezillion thoughts going through my mind. I don't know what I should do, or say. Under one hand, I'm happy my friend has sexy fun, on the other, I hate that it's with my little brother, making him no longer a virgin while I still am. And to top it all off, Riley was enjoying it so much! Why did Tyler had to have such a big cock, it's unfair! Wait, was I jealous? No. Was I jealous they were both sexually active and not me? Maybe... But I'll get my turn one day, I can't let jealousy cloud my judgment. I'll find a girl eventually, and I'll have sex too, and she'll love me for what I am! 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