“Zack you will be sleeping in Brian’s room for the week.”
“Aw but mom way can’t he stay in my room?” Zoe made it clear she didn't like the idea of her boyfriend sleeping in someone else’s room all week.
Catherine shakes her head at her oldest daughter’s eager request “ha-ha-ha do I really need to explain why I wouldn't want two teenagers to share the same bed for a week.”
Zoe got defensive in her cute way. “Zack is respectful, he wouldn't do anything.” you always love seeing her get pouty, it mad you melt like warm butter.
“It’s not Zack that I’m worried about misbehaving.” Catherine seemed to have other concerns than Zack.
Brian speaks up in favor of the idea “I’m OK with it, I don’t mind Zack sharing the same bed with me.” Brian is still lying on the floor facing the TV, while your girlfriend and her mother continue arguing you spot Brian peeking over his shoulder halfway looking at you. You've only seen Brian a couple of times and they were all brief moments. Deciding since you’re going to be roommates you give him a friendly smile, the smile he gave back was not what you would expect from a 10 year old. His eyes narrowed and his lips curled in to a deviant smirk, one that didn't belong on a kid his age. It’s natural for kids to be a little mischievous, but there was something predatory about his knowing sneer.
It’s nighttime and everyone is turning in. Brian helps take your belongings up to his room, when you get there your blown away with all of the trophies on his shelf; almost all of them are in first place. “Wow, that’s very impressing you must really like sports.”
Brian looks over his trophies with you. “I shore do, the couches tell me I’m the best player on my baseball and basketball team.” Basketball is also what you play at high school. “Looks like we have something in common, what do you average in basketball” Brian’s smirk is back. “I can make 30 points per game.” You’re not shore if you believe him, his trophy are definitely real so if he’s telling the trough then he’s making twice the points you do. At 4 foot 10 Brian’s a little tall for his age so you can guess he must have an advantage over the other players.
As you ponder this you catch Brian checking you out. This is really the longest you've spent with him alone and the closes the two of you have stood with each other. You can see the resemblance he has with your girlfriend and it’s almost creepy. His features are very soft and his blond hair that reaches his ears is graceful.
“Hay do you want to arm wrestle?” The question caught you off guard. He takes your hand (which you think is kind of wearied) and takes you to his desk. You think what the hell and humored him. When he starts the count you plan on going easy with him since he’s so young. When you start you put up a little trouble but were quickly beaten.
“Jeez where you even trying?” He’s definitely stronger then he looks. You agree to go again but this time you put more effort in keeping up with him. He counts down then the two of you start and again he starts bringing you down easily, at the last moment you actually stat trying but he beats you.
Brian gives you his predatory stare again and tells you he’s done playing around “hmm I’m going to start trying this time so you better stop holding back.” You can’t believe he was holding back too, regardless you are going to really try this time. You grab the end of the desk with your other hand and tense-up, Brian waits this time making shore you’re ready, he still has his shit eating grin on his face.
“1, 2, 3, GO” you start with all your might this time leaving the two of you at a steal mate for a solid 10 seconds. Your brain is racing wandering how a kid more than a foot shorter and 7 years you’re junior is just as strong as you. Brian grinds and looks you straight in the eye. “ha-ha I lied, now I’m really going to try.” With a grunt Brian started bringing you down. Your face is full of desperation as you put up what little reserves you have to stop him or at this point hold off his victory so not to look like a total wimp. But it doesn't stop the incredible force that plants the back of your hand on to the desk.
You retract your arm embarrassed to have lost to your girlfriends little brother. You grab your arm feeling all the muscles burn. Brian arm doesn't seem to have any problems and with a hum gets up and strides to his dresser. You rub your bicep wincing and ask “so you don’t want to go again?”
Brian plays coy “no need, I got everything I needed to know.” He smiles triumphantly
(What does that mean) you think as you see him pulling off he’s shirt. He has a tight body with muscle still hidden under a layer of baby-fat. His arms are slender making it even more unbelievable that you lost to him. You get the feeling he’s putting on a show for you as he bends completely over to pull off his pants. You try not to stare but you couldn't take your eyes off of his perfect bubble butt his wide hips and the two enormous balls swinging underneath. (Enormous balls?!)
His balls are bigger then oranges hanging low between his thighs. You have to grip the desk so you don’t fall over as he turns around displaying his huge cock to you. It was absolutely massive, even flaccid the shaft alone is as big as a pringles can with an apple size head peaking halfway out of its foreskin confinement.
He tosses his garments to the floor then rested one hand on the dresser and the other on his hip. He looked completely confident standing naked in front of you. You've never been more humiliated in your life, first he’s better then you at your favorite spot, then he shows he’s clearly stronger then you, and now you’re looking at the biggest dick you've ever seen. Your girlfriends 10 year old little brother appears superior to you in every way. And the worst part of all is your 4 inch dick is rock hard.
He stands there not saying a word almost presenting himself flirtatiously. To your horror you see his giant swinging meat buck when he smiles at you and seas “So do you want to take a shower fist or after me?”
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