The Usual Disclaimers.
Part - II
Brandon got his ruler, moved to the head of his bed and motioned to me to sit on the bed.
I sat on the edge but that was not what he had planned. Grabbing one of my legs, he pulled me into the gap between his spread-out legs, then dragged me close to him, until my legs overlapped his and my 17 year old boy hood was right against his groin. His tracksuit pants was still on, however he handed me the ruler and told me to measure my appendage.
'How big is it...exactly?' he asked. 'Is it 3 inches or is it less?
I had to admit that it was slightly less and informed him it was about 2.8.
'You have a little boy's dick, do you know that?...and you are 16. when do you turn 17?
I had to admit that I was two months short of my 17th. He then told me his birthday and told me to work out just how much older I was to himself. it worked out that I was 4 years and 8 months older. My attempt to cover up with my hands was ambushed with 'don't you cover up you hear?' He was not all that authoritarian, but he spoke with some authority, so I obeyed.
Sitting at the bed head, he raised his arm to reveal his pit hairs again, and my eyes fixated on these black bushes.
'Now, do you want to see a man's cock? he asked.
I looked at his crotch area but said nothing.
'Go on, say it, 'I want to see a man's cock'
so I said it, I want to see a man's cock...and he pulled down his track pants...ever so slowly. Black public hair came into view first. It was broad and expanded some five or six inches across his groin. Then appear the top end of a very meaty sausage and out plopped a softie of about 5 inches. He also had low-hanging balls. 'Measure this before it gets big? he suggested. I did as I was told.
'Call out the inches? I was a little confused, until he said: Call out 1, 2 as you pass each number.'
So I called out: 'one, two, three, four, five....five point 3.
'2.8 x 2 is only 4.8....so my softie is twice as big as your hardon. Awesome.;
'Now here is a man's cock' ...and he began to stroke his member. he quickly stopped and said; 'No...you do it.
Before I could do so, he slipped the track pants off completely.
Trembling, I put my smallish hand around his softie and felt it grow in my hands. Shortly, my finger tips could no longer touch each other as his girth swelled in my hands. 'Ok...now measure it. And call out the numbers starting from 1.
'one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, seven point eight.'
'it will get to 8 later, you'll see.' said he.
At this stage, he pulled my legs closer to him again. this brought my 2.8 incher right up to his 7.8 incher. He wiggled me about so that our genitals were on the same level and touching, for a side-by-side comparison. The difference was indeed awesome. (Just get a piece of paper and draw 7.8 next to 2.8, and a 7.8 incher that had a 1 1/2 inch diameter, verses a middle-finger thick 2.8.) I could tell he wasn't yet completely hard, It was the maturity of his black public bush that was inescapable. Everything that was before me was that of a man. A 12 year old man. And on my side, a 17 year old boy.
He was as fascinated by the difference as I was and he handed my appendage and moving it for a better comparison. At one point he grasped mine with his whole hand and it disappeared from view, whereas it took more than both my hands to cover his length. If I could have produced cum at that moment, I would have exploded, but this was a milestone I had not yet arrived at.
'You know what we have here? he asked. 'We have a daddy cock, a 12 year old daddy cock and a 17 year old boy dick, or should I say, dicklet.'
I think we sat like this for some 10 minutes, holding each other's manhood, or should I say, his manhood and my boyhood.
(to be continued)