Note: The penis sizes in this story in no way reflect reality. Neither does Chris's almost instantaneous accepting of what is going on. I'm just sick of coming up with realistic reasons, I'd rather just have everybody fuck and be fucking happy, damnit! Jk I'm not mad. Anyway. Story time. I love you. Also, everyone's at least eighteen.
WOOSH! Chapter I
My brother and I have always been close, but... not this close.
I was asleep in my room just the other night when a knock on my door woke me. My brother entered after I called him inside drowsily. Only, he wasn't dressed. He wore boxers; his pajamas. I sleep naked, but I was under my covers, so he wouldn't give a shit.
Max came and sat on the edge of my bed, back facing me. I asked him what he wanted. "I want you to help me, Chris. I've gotten bored of masturbation, and it's really bumming me out."
"You got bored of fapping?" I asked, incredulous. "That doesn't even make sense. Those words aren't even possible to use in a sentence in any language known to man." I guffawed silently, "Bored of fapping, what the hell?
"Oh. Why do you want my help? Wait, why are you here?" I was already fearing his answer.
"I want you to, you know, help." He turned around and sat cross-legged on my bed.
"I'm not going to dance for you, if that's what you mean. Are you... into guys? Because. I am not going to have sex with you."
"I just want... something, ANYTHING new to happen. I'm so bored of everything the internet has. I'm sick of being a virginfag."
"You think you've fapped to all the types of porn on the interwebs, huh?" I asked my older brother.
"Yes. Beastiality, gay, lesbian, scat, futanari. Been everywhere, done everything."
"Except straight porn apparently," I commented. "Well, uh... What exactly did you have in mind...?"
Max finally stopped avoiding my eyes, and held them. After a time, he said, "I just want you to watch me."
Somehow his gaze reminded me all he and I had been through, and that he was my brother, and that I loved him. I trusted him completely. "Alright," I answered.
He worked his hand into his boxers slit and pulled out his penis. He let it flop forward, bouncing on the elastic of his briefs, always staring at my eyes. I was looking mostly at his penis. It appeared to have considerable length. Like brother, like brother, I thought, before noting how weird that sounded.
After several awkward-looking seconds of shuffling around, Max had removed his boxers and tossed them on the floor. He faced me and spread his legs, which came to either side of me. His penis was laying forward, between my feet. It was getting bigger. His balls were beneath it, and as it were a hot night, they were very loose. It was very obvious he had larger balls than I. Each one was the size of my fist, and I consider my hands above average. I am 6'2", after all, at age 18. "Jesus, Max, you've got huge balls."
"I know," was all he said, even after I asked if that affected how much cum came out.