Tyler's cock was... massive. Even soft, it hung obscenely between his legs. And Tyler wasn't done showing off—he gave it a few strokes as if to emphasize his point.
"See? No way this would fit in your little undies I'm definitely bigger than you, bro."
You could only stare in horror at the size of your twelve-year-old brother's cock. It wasn't just long either—it was thick, like a like a plump sausage between his legs. The sheer disproportion between his body and the size of his genitals made it look almost comical... except there was nothing funny about it.
You feel your throat tighten as you stare at Tyler's massive flaccid cock swinging between his legs. The way it just hangs there, heavy and veiny, makes your stomach twist. He's only twelve years old and yet his cock is bigger than anything you've ever seen on yourself or anyone else your age. Your face flushes hot with embarrassment for reasons you don't fully understand.
"That's... that's really big for a twelve-year-old," you manage to say, your voice cracking slightly. Tyler just shrugs, not at all bothered by the conversation or his own body.
"not realy, just realy big compared to your tiny pathatic cock" he replies casually, still holding his pants down with one hand while lazily stroking himself with the other.
Your face burns even hotter as Tyler's words sink in. His casual tone makes it worse—like he's just commenting on the weather instead of mocking your cock size. The way he casually strokes himself sends uncomfortable prickles through your body.
"At least put your pants up," you mutter, turning away and crossing your arms over your chest. You hate how defensive you sound, how small your voice comes out.
Tyler chuckles. "What, you scared of seeing what a real dick looks like? Jeez, no wonder you've never even had a girlfriend."
The words hit like a slap, and you whirl back around, fists clenching. "Shut up." You clench your jaw, heat spreading across your face as Tyler just grins up at you, still standing there with his pants around his knees and his massive soft cock swinging between his legs. His grin is knowing, teasing—he can see how flustered you are, how uncomfortable. He's enjoying this. "Or what, pussy?" Tyler taunts, voice light and easygoing, like he's just daring you to do something. "You gonna hit me for saying the truth?" He tilts his head slightly, studying you with an almost curious expression. You hesitate. It would be easy—so easy—to just shove him out of your room, lock the door behind him, and be done with this humiliation.
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