Frank Brown: Incest teenagers

"Ouch!" they both cried out, wincing. And each dropped a few of his freshly plucked hairs into his urinal. After watching their prickhairs join those already deposited at their feet, they looked at each other and shrugged.

"I'm not doing that anymore," Ben said.

"Me neither," said Willy. "Some guys get their kicks in funny ways."

"Guess so," said Ben, scratching his nuts. His big cock hung several inches past his balls, the purplish head like a heavy mushroom weighting down the end.

"Man," said Willy, "you really got a cock there." He licked his lips. "Christ! Every time I see it I can hardly believe it's real." He reached down and gave his buddy's big dick a swing. It flopped and swayed.

"It's big all right," Ben finally admitted.

Willy grinned. "Hey, why don't we measure it?" He yanked a tape-measure out of his pocket as if he were unfurling a whip.

"Where'd you get that?"

"Just happened to have it along," said Willy, his eyes glinting devilishly. Then, before his buddy could protest, Willy grabbed Ben's dick and stretched the tape along the blue vein on the topside.

Ben stood there half-stunned, half-fascinated.

Suddenly he was as anxious as Willy to find out how big his monster really was.

The fat warm cock lay in Willy's palm. He butted the end of the tape against Ben's blond groin and read the measurement at the piss slit. "Six inches! Wow!"

Ben flushed. "Now let's measure yours," he said. He snatched the tape away from Willy and stretched it along Willy's cock just as Willy had done along his. "Five inches."

Willy grinned. "Now let's get 'em hard."

Like magic the two guys' pricks flipped up in the air, pointing at the john ceiling. They twitched excitedly, as if cunts were nearby.

Ben grabbed Willy's prick. The head was hot. It nearly burned his palm. It seemed to him that his own prick never felt that hot when he held it. He stretched the tape out along the top. Willy's prick was straight as a ramrod.

"Damn it, Willy, stop making it jump. I can't read the tape with your dick jumping all over like a fish?"

Willy laughed and held his breath, doing his best to control his unruly cock.

"Seven and a quarter," Ben proclaimed as if he were reading off a world record.

"Now for the big one," Willy said, grabbing the tape.

Ben's cock was the biggest, hardest thing Willy had ever held. The purple head was the size of an apple. He could feel the arteries in it pulsing with blood. When he tried to bend it down from its forty-five degree angle, it resisted as if it had a steel rod shaved up its center. His own dick jerked excitedly as he imagined Ben's massive weapon opening up a girl's crotch, especially the crotch of his smart-assed sister Cheryl. He'd give anything to see Cheryl split wide open by his best buddy's prick.

"Well, measure it, damn it," Ben said impatiently. "If I'd wanted a hand-job I'd have asked for it."

Willy carefully stretched the tape out along the straight blue vein, now bulging like a balloon. Ben's cock was not only long, but it had an upward curve that added to its length. The curve made the cock resemble a tightly strung bow.

"Holy shit!" Willy gasped.

"What? Read it, damn it!"

"Ten and one quarter! Holy shit! Almost a foot long!"

"Let me see that," Ben said, snatching the tape away. Willy was shitting him. Ben measured it himself. "Christ, you're right – almost. It's actually ten and a half."

Willy rechecked. "Holy shit!"

The two bays walked silently through the woods and out of the park. Each was contemplating the unbelievable size of Ben's cock. Willy always knew Ben's cock was a monster, but he'd never known just how much of a monster. And Ben, now that the size of his cock had been deemed in actual figures – ten and a half inches in length, and seven inches in circumference they'd measured the distance around the monster before leaving the john – for the first time in his life felt a little bit cocky.

Ben realized that he had something between his legs no other guy in town had – ten and a half inches. And the guys in the locker room drooled over it the same way Willy did. They were jealous as hell. They'd all give anything for a cock as big as his.

Ben looked down at his baggy pants. This would be the last day he'd be wearing these. From now on the chicks of this town were going to see just what kind of stud he was.

"Man," Willy said, "I'd sure like to see that prick of yours slice into my big-mouthed sister."

Ben's prick, still hard from the measuring session, flexed like an exercising gladiator. "Maybe you will, buddy. Maybe I'll shove my old dick inside her and carve her up for you."

Willy nearly fell over. Ben had never talked like this before. He glanced at his buddy. Ben's face was red. A cocky smile played around his lips. He leaned slightly backward, his chest inflated and lifted, his loins thrust forward. His big cock jutted under his pants like a wagging tent pole.

"Man, Willy said, you're still hard as a rock."

Ben draped his arm around Willy's shoulders and hugged him. "Only one thing will take care of that, pal – pussy – a lot of pussy! I'm gonna stretch out some breads like they've never been stretched before."

"And I'll help," Willy said.

"Sure," Ben said. "We'll fuck 'em together, really stretch 'em out. You and me."

When they got to school both guys headed directly to the nearest john and shot their jism into the same urinal. They wore so hot from all their planned fucking that each guy needed only a few strokes to bring himself off. Then they stuffed their spent peckers into their pants and walked to their respective classes, feeling temporarily relieved. But each knew that today was the beginning of something great. Each guy could feel it in his balls.

"Well, what do you say? Should we go with them or not?" Janet whispered.

"I'd rather walk today. I got a hot story to tell you."

"You're sure now, Cheryl? There's a lot of hot cock in that car."

"Are you broads coming or not?" The driver of the red Ford had his head out the window. He revved the motor impatiently.

His three male companions, one more in the front seat, and two in the back, leered at the two girls, drooling.

"I'm sure," said Cheryl.

"We're walking," Janet shouted to the driver.

The driver flushed, jerked his head back inside the car, let out the clutch, and squealed off, laying rubber on the asphalt and smoke in the air. His three companions gawked at the two girls from inside the careening Ford. Their mouths hung open with stunned disappointment as they roared out of sight.

Janet and Cheryl waved at them, laughing.

"Did you see the looks on their faces?" Janet asked. "I'm glad we didn't go with them. Those looks were priceless. We can get fucked any old time."

"You can say that again," said Cheryl. "Jeez, they were horny! I could just about smell their cocks, and they were all panting like bulls. I bet they'll pull off the road somewhere and jerk off before they get to school, swearing about us bitchy broads all the while."

"Or else they'll jerk off while they're driving and end up wrapped around a utility pole."

"Then we'd be responsible for their broken bones."

"Wouldn't we, though?" Janet grinned. "Come on, let's walk."

The two girls had gotten only a block from their homes when the red Ford with its four panting seniors had screeched up alongside them. Likely the four guys had been parked up the block waiting for their appearance. The two sophomore girls had a reputation for relieving studs of their horny loads before school. And Janet had the reputation of being the hottest cunt in school. Any guy who got his cock up her pussy talked about it for months afterward.

The girls succeeded in walking another block before a silver Lincoln, with two well-dressed guys seated in the front, cruised up alongside them like a shiny spacecraft under the brilliant autumn sun. The right front window hummed down, and the driver's companion, a handsome youth with impeccably trimmed brown hair, nodded to the two girls.