I was shaking. I looked from my young brothers taunting face, down to his massive cock and back again. I'd committed myself... and now it was in front of me... God I wanted to worship it!
I sat up and leant forward, gulping quietly. I swear it just pulled as I moved. Chris was clearly enjoying the tension.
"Thats it boy, you know what you need." He gripped the base and shook it. "A real man, a large-dick who has what you need."
I raised my hands, shaking, and just as I touched the pillar of flesh and felt the heat of it. I felt blood rush into it as my hand tried to close around it.
Chris gripped my wrist so fast I jumped. "Wait not Danny boy, I wanna see that baby dick."
Oh god no, not that... "But Chris... I"
His grip tightened. "Sir."
"Wha.. what?" I was still staring at his dick. I couldn't look away, everything he spoke it swayed a bit.
"No small-dick is using my name. You don't deserve it. Call. Me. Sir." He glared down at me. For the first time I looked at my brother not just as a large-dick, but an imposing figure, one that was my better, at least physically. And I outweighed and was taller than him!
"S... sir, yes sir." I stammered, looking down at my crotch.
"Now, thats a good boy" I felt my tiny cock pump some precut as he said good boy. I'm so fucked.
"Now take those shorts off. Or I'll do it for you." I was too scared to move for a moment.
After an endless couple of moments used my free hand to unbutton my shorts and push them down. I'd trimmed myself a few days ago. My tiny 1 inch button was clearly visible, my tiny balls shriveled under it.
"Damn boy, its so small and thin." Chris sounded like he'd seen the cutest thing in his life. "I bet, you could slide that into my piss slit and it'd have room to grow some!"
He flicked my balls and I yelped. "Such a good small-dick boy." That was the last straw! I came. A tiny spurt of cum shooting up and landing back on my dicklet. I groaned, realising my tiny xock was being drowned in its own juices now.
"My, my, such a mess. My turn I think" Chris let go of my wrist at last. I rubbed it momentarily before my eyes settled on his inflating tower. It must be closing in on 11 inches now.
I slide off the sofa now, I was kneeling before my little brother, staring at the most impressive and magnificent thing I'd ever seen.
I looked up at him, he smiled knowingly. I looked back down and started to work on my brothers cock.
Lifting it up and feeling the weight of it, I slowly extended my tongue and licked the head of it slowly, tentatively. It pulsed larger and a huge drop of precum emerged. He wasn't joking about his piss slit, it was immense.
I leant into it and licked the precum clean, my tongue actually slipping into his slit. I heard a moan above me. Without realising it I began making out with his dick, my tongue tip sliding in and out of that hole. It pulsed again. He was fully hard now.
I leant back to take him in. At least 16 inches, he was above the national average and part of me beamed with pride, part with shame and the rest just wanted to worship this beauty for as long as he'd let me.
"Ah... that's a good small-dick boy. This is a real man's cock, biggest in my school, from what I've seen even bigger than dad's. Yours though is pathetic, it shouldn't even be called a dick." Ruffling my hair. I came again, fuck I can't stop it.
I returned to my task after my breathing calmed a little. Opening my mouth wider than I thought possible I felt the small-dick jaw hinge click open and took the almost fist sized head into my mouth. Thank god I could breathe through my nose.
My tongue slide up and around the head as best it could. Above me moans of pleasure and gasps meant I was doing a good job. Then Chris began to apply pressure. And inch by inch he slowly slide into my throat.
I gulped around him, my body vibrating in both shame and pure ecstasy. Before I knew it I was nose to pubes, smelling the man in the boy I knew as my annoying little brother Christopher. This was a man now to me, one to worship and please. My world as a large-dick wannabe had crumbled away into nothing. I knew my life was now to serve large-dicks.
"Fffffuck that's good bro... damn your throat... its fucking milking my dick..." Chris moved in and out as he spoke. I hummed something back at him causing him to shiver.
"Fuck I hope you're... you're... ready for this you tiny pricked bitch." And he came. If that's the word for it. I felt that cock swell in my throat with every shot if pumped into me. I counted at least ten massive pumps, each at least 5 times bigger than anything I could have produced. His massive balls against my chin as they pulled up to pump that sweet cum into my waiting throat.
"Fffff....ffffuck... swallow every fucking drop boy" I gulped ferociously, I wasnt not disappointed my sir... I mean brother.
And I didn't waste a drop, even as he pulled out slowly, his cock barely deflating after he came, it was still so long and thick... fucking it was thick. I had a small pump of cum land on my tongue as he pulled free. Fuck it was delicious.
Without thinking I lunged forward and cleaned his cock with my tongue. Gentle as he was no doubt sensitive. For a brief moment my whole life made sense, especially when he stroked my cheek in a split second of tenderness.
"Well little bro, that was load one. You should know I think I've got another 2 or 3 left in the bank, he laughed as he gently patted his pendulous balls.
I felt drunk with cum, looking down I swear my trim flat stomach was not looking so flat right now.
*hiccup*