You can't go on not knowing. You had to see if this was real or not. Even if this kid did really put you to shame in the manhood department, you'd at least know for certain. Strangely enough, you can feel your pitiful little 4" dick springing to life at the prospect of Brian's dick actually being 14" long, but you're not sure why; you know for a fact you're straight. You climb under a wrinkle in the Captain America blankets between Brian's legs, and soon enough you're staring at the cause of the tent. Apparently Brian got busy last night.
Climbing past his Spiderman underwear, which was around his ankles, the object in question comes into full view. It is in fact Brian's cock. 14" of thick, youthful cock jutting from his hairless crotch. A powerful, musky smell fills the chamber his young boner has created.
This is so wrong, you think. This is beyond wrong. He's 10! You can't be looking at his dick, even if it is huge and arous--err, appalling! I don't like dicks, I never have and never will! I'm not gonna start now just because this one makes me horny. What?! No it doesn't! You try to stay sane, but it's proving difficult. Something about the smell in the air. Evidently, it had been trapped under that blankets all night, and it seemed to be making it hard for you to focus.
Okay, I saw what I came to see, now let's get going and ask Brian for help. You want to turn and go, but your body seems to refuse your commands. What the hell is going on? I just wanted to see if it was real or not. Why can't I move??
You want that dick, don't you?
Where the hell did that come from? you ask yourself. It sounded like another voice inside your own mind.
You can't deny it. Just look at that boner you're sporting. You want this kid's dick, so why not go for it?
Uhm, because I'm not gay? you told... yourself, you guessed.
Pfff, okay, sure, keep telling yourself that. We both know that's a big fat lie. Bigger and fatter than Brian's dick, even.
Look, who ever you are, fuck off already, okay? You're starting to get annoyed. This voice is persistent.
I can't exactly 'fuck off', buddy. I'm you; just the part of you that knows the truth. And the truth is that you want to suck that fat cock. You want to slobber all over it, taste that manly flavor of his sweaty dick. (No.) You want him to shove the whole thing down your throat, (Shut up.) using your throat like his own personal dick sleeve. You want to be a slut for his dick, (Shut up!) his huge, juicy dick, because you love dicks. You want them, to please them, to be used by them. (I... I don't...) What if your precious girlfriend had a dick, hmm? You'd let her fuck you day and night, anywhere, anytime, any hole. You'd be her little cumslut, (I... Would...) You'd swallow ten loads a day if she asked you. In fact, you'd swallow anyone's load of they asked, wouldn't you? (Y... Yes...) You'll get addicted to the stuff. If you were normal sized, you'd suck this kid off every chance you got, wouldn't you? Admit it! (I would...) You would what?
I would suck Brian's dick whenever he wanted it! I'd let him use any hole he wanted! I'd swallow all of his cum and never spill a drop. I love huge cocks! I can't live without them! I want Brian's huge fucking cock!
That's it. You're broken. You've succumbed to your repressed love of dicks.
You can't help but stare at this young boy's tower of pure masculinity. Never mind how young he is, you want that thing. It looks so succulent, his young flesh sure to be full of flavor.
As you gaze at the gargantuan rod, you play out the scenario in your mind. You'd take the massive schlong in hand, and kiss the fat purple-tinted tip, then run your tongue down the underside of his throbbing shaft, teasing his frenulum, making your way down to his juicy, softball-sized balls. You'd suck and lick them all over, really getting his young cum flowing. You'd even go further than that, lifting up his balls and teasing his ass with your tongue. You'd drive it deep into his puckered boy hole, tasting his deliciously bitter flavor, all the while stroking his shaft.
Before you take your daydream any further, though, you stop and ask yourself, Why the hell am I daydreaming about something right in front of me? Brian is fast asleep! Besides, even if he did wake up, he probably wouldn't care about you doing what you have in mind.
Despite your present size, you want to try and make your fantasy become reality. Where will you start?
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