"Hey dork."
     "Hi."  Mark had long since learned that his 'dork' was his
brothers' favorite synonym for his name, and knew that Randy's
greeting was as polite as he could expect.  Besides, he was
watching a cartoon, and wasn't really paying enough attention for
his feelings to be hurt.  As Randy started upstairs to their
room, Mark did remember that he had a message for his brother. 
"Brad says we should stay out of the room because he's studying."
     "So?"  Randy responded without thinking, automatically
gainsaying anything that his little brother told him.  He briefly
regretted his show of bravado, not wanting to cross Brad anymore
than was absolutely necessary.  His fear was quickly overcome
with curiosity, as he realized that there was no possible way
that his brother was studying at three o'clock in the afternoon.
     He continued quietly up the stairs, wondering what his
brother was up to.  Probably talking to Jennifer Sadarsky on the
phone.  Randy figured he'd eavesdrop for a few minutes, and then
come in when they were talking about something embarrassing.  Of
course, it might be a long wait.  It's not like they ever DID
anything.  He'd seen them kiss, once, and Brad claimed that they
did it all the time.  But even if they did, Randy was sure they
didn't use tongues.  His brother wasn't THAT far ahead of him.
     He crept from the top of the stairs to the door of the room
the three boys shared.  But he didn't hear the conversation he
expected.  At first he thought Brad might be whispering, but
after a moment of straining to hear, Randy was sure that his
brother wasn't talking to anyone.  He really didn't hear
anything, except the occasional grunt.  Such outbursts were
common among the males of the Taylor household (and even Jill
indulged occasionally), so Randy didn't think much of it.  Still,
Brad had claimed to be studying without any parents around, so
something must be up.
     The door to the room was open just a crack.  Randy couldn't
really be into the room, but he thought that since he didn't have
to fool with doorknob, he might be able to open it quietly enough
for Brad not to notice.
     As Randy eased the door open, the first thing he saw was his
brother's ankles.  Brad was lying on Randy's bed, the lower of
the two bunks, at an angle such that his legs just draped over
the edge.  As Randy's eyes tracked up Brad's body, he discovered
that his brother's blue jeans stopped at his knees.  Brad was
naked from the middle of his thighs to the middle of his stomach. 
His hand bounced up and down above his crotch, apparently along
the shaft of his penis.  Randy immediately began to get an
erection from the excitement of finding his brother in such a
compromising position.  One swipe at his overalls was enough for
Randy to give his organ the space that it needed.  He quickly
glanced up at Brad's face, expecting to see a mask of
embarrassment, followed by anger.  But his brother's head was
thrown back and his eyes were closed.  Brad was obviously
concentrating harder than he ever had in his life.
     Randy had heard of 'jacking off,' but was dumbfounded to
find his brother doing it.  Sure, it felt pretty good to squeeze
your dick if it got hard in the shower or while you were watching
TV, but going out of your way to do it?  Jacking off was
something that teenagers did when they couldn't get a girl to
have sex with them.  But Brad was thirteen.  And he did have a
girl.  Neither fact was news, but for the first time, they seemed
to make a difference.
     Even if he hadn't been a little bitter, Randy could hardly
turn down such a chance to embarrass his brother.  He eased into
the room, his eyes alternating between Brad's face and his
crotch.  The face remained impassive, and the genitals were
difficult to see because of the rapidly moving hand.  He could
see that the helmet-like head of Brad's dick that protruded from
the top of his fist and the sack that held his nuts were both a
deep pink, and didn't match the rest of his skin like Randy's
did.  Randy stopped just at the corner of  the other bed, close
enough to be able to look down on Brad, but not so close as to
make his presence known.  Then he paused, searching for the
prefect insult for a brother caught with his pants down.
     "Hey Brad, pull it a little harder and Mom can have the
daughter she's always wanted."
     Brad started up, dropping the hand with which he'd been
masturbating to his side and bumping his head on the upper bunk
as he did.  His feelings alternated from embarrassment to anger. 
Dazed by both the bump on the head and the interrupted sexual
crescendo, he tried to settle on the emotion that would best
segue into beating Randy up.
     Randy, meanwhile, go his first good look at his brother's
penis.  It was still quite hard, sticking up so that it bisected
the angle between Brad's torso and his legs.  Right above where
it attached to his body, there were a few tufts of light brown
hair, twisted into loose coils.  It was hard to judge it's length
because he was looking at it almost head on.  He was much more
struck with it's thickness; it was as big around as a roll of
quarters, maybe a little bigger.  Randy's dick was barely thicker
than nickels.  The shaft of Brad's dick was quite pink as well,
though not so much as the head.  Denied the shelter of Brad's
hand, the penis began to droop its head in shame.
     "If you tell anyone about this, I'll kill you."   Tyranny
was the soul of Brad's wit.
     Randy couldn't resist.  "Dad'll be proud to find out how
much you like to work with your hands."
     "Randy, shut up."  Some testosterone, own it's way to Brad's
fists, took a wrong turn and found itself in his penis. 
Inspired, the organ began to reverse it's descent.
     "Maybe you should give Jennifer her picture back and just
carry around a picture of your hand."  Randy knew his a cruising
for a bruising, but he was on a roll.
     Brad stood up, his pants still around his legs.  His plan
had been to grab Randy, put him in a headlock, and pummel him
until he felt vindicated.  But even though this was in many ways
no different from any of the boys' many altercations, Brad was in
fact half naked.  Both boys glanced down at his erection, by now
standing straight out from his body.  Brad also noticed anew that
he was a full head taller than Randy.  These two observations
gave Brad something he rarely had: an idea.  He knew how to
restore himself to his rightful position of brotherly dominance.
     "You're just jealous because my dick's bigger than yours." 
Brad played the trump card that males had, in a multitude of
different ways, been playing against each other for all time.
     Randy responded the only way he could.  "Yeah, right."
     Brad wasn't quite sure where to go from here.  "I've seen
it.  You don't even have any hair."
     That was almost true.  Randy had had one hair, but he'd
toyed with it so much he finally pulled it out.  He was pretty
sure it wasn't, but he said, "So?  My dick's still at least as
big as yours."
     Brad didn't even pause before saying "Prove it."
     Randy was, for once, for a moment, speechless.  "How?"  he
eventually demanded, not wanting to know, but trying to stall.
     Brad had to think a second.  "We could measure them."
     Under other circumstances, Randy would have responded "Duh,"
but right now he wanted his brother to think that this problem
was as hard as possible.  "With what?"
     "We could use Dad's tape measure."
     "Yeah, and who's gonna tell the Tool Man what we were using
it for?"  Randy was sure that this was the game winner.
     Brad seemed stumped.  But he had to get back at Randy, and
proving he had the bigger dick would do it.  If he could just
come up with a good way to tell, Randy would have to do it.  He
was starting to lose his erection again, and as he idly reached
to stroke it, he had an unprecedented second idea.
     "We can hold them up against each other?"
     "What?"  Randy had a sinking feeling he knew what his
brother meant.
     "We can just hold our dicks together and see which one is
longer."
     "Don't be a dork, Brad."
     "You just know mine's bigger."
     "It is not."
     "Then pull yours out and prove it."
     Randy looked at Brad's dick.  In response to Brad's brief
touch and to his excitement over his impending victory, it had
risen yet again.  Randy knew it was definitely thicker than his. 
But it didn't seem that much longer.  Maybe a little bit.  But
Randy was pretty sure he could convince Brad they were the same
size if they were even close.  He sighed.  "Gee Brad, if it's
that important to you."
     Randy waited to see if his attempt at reverse psychology
would work.  It didn't.  He'd have to go through with it.  He
slowly unfastened the straps of his overalls, willing the
semihard lump in his pants to grow to it's full size (and bigger,
if possible).  The thrill of doing something so private helped,
and by the time he had lowered his overalls, his dick had formed
a well-defined ridge in his white cotton briefs.  Brad was
relieved to see that that ridge hadn't had a major growth spurt
since he'd seen it last.  Randy took one last look at Brad,
hoping he'd change his mind, then lowered his underpants.
     As soon as his waistband had passed low enough, Randy's
penis sprung out.  Like Brad, he was circumcised, and likewise
was fully hard.  Randy's dick, however, was nearly as pale as the
rest of his body.  It was also a little smoother, the skin
stretched a little tighter.  His balls were clenched close to his
body in a tight little scrotum that was almost perfectly round. 
His shaft was of course thinner than Brad's, and was in fact
significantly shorter than his big brother's.  Randy hadn't
really expected the length difference because it was mostly in
proportion to the difference in thickness.  Still, it wasn't so
much that Randy was willing to give up.  He could still fake it.
     "Now what?"  Randy was kind of enjoying this game, but he
wanted to make sure Brad initiated everything.  He hadn't been
this close to his brother naked since they were five and six
years old and took baths together, and they hadn't even changed
into their bathing suits in the same room for nearly a year.  It
was kind of nice to be sharing something this intimate with Brad,
even if it was weird.
     Brad was having second thoughts, not really because he was
worried about Randy's dick being bigger (it sure looked smaller),
but because he realized that they would have to press their dicks
together.  It was kind of exciting, being naked with someone
else, touching them, even is it was his own brother.  It wasn't
really queer, since he was just showing the little creep who the
big brother was.  He grabbed his own dick and stroked it a time
or two, then held it so it was vertical.  "Now put yours up
against it."
     Randy took his penis and tried to stroke it like Brad had. 
He hadn't practiced though, and wasn't nearly as coordinated.  He
stood in front his brother, their toes almost touching, and
brought his dick up next to Brad's.  He shifted his hand so that
be was holding the side of the organ closest to his body, and
thrust his pelvis forward just until the underside of his dick
touched Brad's.  The contact was infinitesimal, the boys' nearly
cylindrical penises tangent to each other.  As the boys peered
down to judge the results, Randy felt Brad's hot breath in
playing through his unmoussed bangs.
     "Move your hand, Brad." said Randy.  Brad's hand was
covering the head of his dick, making it impossible to really
tell which organ was longer.
     "Hold still."  Brad gingerly released his penis, pushing his
hips forward just a little to press it more tightly against
Randy's.  Unsupported, the balance was precarious, and Brad
steadied himself by gently grasping Randy's bare hip with his
left hand.  Randy also pulled his hand away, pushing forward a
little to mask the fact that he had lifted himself onto his
tiptoes.
     "They look about the same size to me."  Randy was hoping to
pull the wool over Brad's eyes quickly.
     "Wait."  Brand responded, reaching down to pull on his
penis.
     "No fair, you can't stretch yours."  Randy's dick slipped
off to the side and poked into Brad's right groin.
     "I'm just making sure I'm all the way hard."  Brad stroked
himself gently, trying to coax every last millimeter from the
straining organ.
     Randy figured he might as well do the same.  The boys were
still quite close together, and as he reached down to grasp
himself, his fingers brushed over Brad's scrotum.  He noticed
that his brother's sack hung more loosely than his, and he could
clearly feel both balls dangling separately, one hanging a little
lower than the other.  Randy was curious, but didn't let his
fingers linger long.  He pinched his dick, feeling its sponginess
give slightly beneath his fingers.  He watched Brad closely,
wrapped his fingers around it, and gave a couple of quick tugs. 
He could just barely feel it firm up in his hand, the skin
becoming absolutely tight and smooth.
     Brad seemed satisfied, and said "Come here - hurry up." 
Randy again pressed in and placed his dick against his brother's. 
This time Brad held both organs in his hand.  His brother's hand
on his dick felt completely different from his own, and Randy
felt a bolt of pleasure shoot through him as Brad squeezed it
tightly.  When Brad had steadied both dicks in his hand, it was
apparent that Brad's extended nearly an inch higher than Randy's.
     "See.  I told you.  Mine's bigger."  Brad was sure he had
the victory locked.
     "Dummy.  You're taller than me.  You've got to bend your
knees or something."  Randy could tell that they had really
already compensated for height because of the way they were
standing (especially since Randy was on tiptoes), but he was
determined not to let Brad get the best of him.
     Brad wasn't completely sure he bought it, but he knew Randy
would never give in if he didn't at least pretend to bend his
knees.  He released both dicks and separated his legs slightly to
give himself the leverage to raise and lower his body.  As he
made these adjustments, his dick found it's place in his hand
once again.  As he rubbed it he demanded "How am I supposed to
know how much to bend them?"
     "Just wait."  Randy had taken his dick in his hand and,
after giving it a few good strokes, marked the bottom of it with
his little finger.  "Hold your dick like this."  Brad did.  Now
just go down until our little fingers touch."
     Easier said than done.  Brad would squat enough to satisfy
Randy, but as they would try to push their dicks together for an
'official' measurement, he'd involuntarily thrust forward which,
in the boys current orientation, was up.  Or he'd lose his
balance and have to grab Randy to keep from falling.  Or he'd
notice that Randy seemed to get taller just as soon as he'd reach
the right height.  Finally, Brad got frustrated and was ready to
declare himself the winner by default.
     "Give it up, Randy.  You know mine's bigger."
     Randy's mind raced.  He needed to think of some way to make
he and Brad the same height, some way so that they could both
hold still.  Preferably some way he could cheat.  "Wait a
second."  Randy was pretty sure he had it.  "Lie down on the
bed."
     "What?"
     "If you lie down, I can get on top of you so that the bottom
of our dicks are together, and we can see who's bigger."
     "You know mine is."
     "Prove it."
     Brad hated the way Randy always seem to call the shots, even
when he was supposed to be losing.  Still, if this is what it
took.  Brad lay down on his back on his own bed.  As Randy
scrambled to get on top of him, he jacked himself a few time just
be to make sure.  As he did, he realized how long he'd been hard,
and how much he was ready to get off.
     Randy had slipped off his overalls and underwear (which had
been around his ankles), and was straddling Brad on all threes
(his other hand had found it's now familiar spot on his dick). 
Brad stopped rubbing himself and dropped his hands to his sides. 
Randy lowered himself chest first, hoping to adjust himself to an
advantageous position before the final judging.  Then he lowered
his hips until the knuckles of the hand encircling his penis just
touched Brad's stomach.  He wiggled his way down the bed, until
he felt his hand brush up against Brad's penis.  He released his
own and let it fall on top of his brother's, then took them both
in his hand.  He used his thumb to feel the spongy heads of both
organs, and then slid his hips across his brother's until he was
sure that both penis reached the same distance up Brad's body.
     Brad was distracted by the feelings of Randy touching his
dick and couldn't really see what was going on, but he felt sure
his brother was cheating.  When Randy finally stopped moving,
Brad felt the softness balls at the bottom of his dick, not the
firmness of another dick.  But every time he'd move to push Randy
down to what he thought was the right place, Randy would slide up
just a little.  Finally, in frustration, he said "Randy, hold
still." punctuating his command by grabbing his brother's small,
soft buttocks in both hands.
     Randy thrust his hips forward in response, pressing his dick
tightly against Brad's, sending a shudder of pleasure through
both boys.  Brad instinctively answered with a thrust of his own,
and Randy send it right back.  Neither boy thought anything other
than that they didn't want the pleasure to stop.  Soon their
rhythm quickened, and they found themselves thrusting at the same
time, furiously pumping themselves against each other.  Randy's
buttocks would occasionally clench, either of their own accord or
in Brad's response to a sudden tightening of Brad's grip, marking
an especially decisive thrust.  Their paced increased steadily,
then spiked as both approached the brink.  Randy missed a breath
as his first orgasm hit his unprepared frame.  Brad gasped as he
enjoyed the release he had sought ever since he first took his
dick in hand this afternoon.
     The boy's thrusting didn't stop immediately, but quickly
tapered off as they realized what they had done.  Randy sat up,
noticing the sticky spot on the lower part of his belly, just
where the head of Brad's dick had been.  He looked at his brother
and saw the rest of his semen in a little glistening dollop
pointed to by his rapidly shrinking penis.  The boys exchanged a
look, silently agreeing that they would discuss this later, after
they had time to think things over.  Brad stood up, holding his
shirt up so that it would not fall into the liquid on his belly. 
He looked around the room for a second, then pulled the pillow
down from Mark's top bunk, and wiped himself with that. 
Wordlessly, he handed it to Randy, and began to pull his pants
up.  Randy cleaned himself up, using the same corner of the
pillow Brad had.  He threw the pillow back on the bed and groped
around on the floor to retrieve his clothes.  Brad finished
dressing just as Randy had started to refasten the straps on his
overalls, and immediately started out the door.  "I'm gonna go
downstairs and watch TV.  I think the Tigers are playing."
     Randy said "I think dork's already watching something."
     Brad shouted back "So?"
     Randy grinned, realizing that if he wanted to, he could kick
Mark off the couch all by himself.  With Brad's help it was just
more fun.  He left his other strap unfastened and started down
the stairs, chuckling to himself, "Yeah, so?"

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