It was the Spring of my sixteenth year. My friend, Danny, called that afternoon to invite me over to spend the night at his house. He sounded very excited.
I rushed over as quickly as I could. Did I mention that Danny was my BEST FRIEND? I forget exactly where his parents were that weekend. They traveled often and I usually spent the weekend over at Danny's while they were in Europe or whatever part of the world they were visiting. My family was very well off. I hate to use the word rich or wealthy to describe us; for one thing, that would leave nothing to describe Danny's family who were much wealthier than we were although we all travelled in the same circles and Danny and I had always attended the same private schools.
When I arrived, I asked Danny why he'd sounded so excited over the phone. He seemed to be more excited about me spending the night than I was (if that is possible). You see; although we were very good friends, I was sure that I liked Danny more than he liked me. Maybe I should say that I liked Danny in a way I was sure he didn't like me, if you get my drift.
"Bob is coming home for the weekend!" he answered breathlessly.
"So?" I replied.
Bob was Danny's older brother. Danny was sixteen, like me. Bob was twenty years old and in his second year at one of the best Ivy League Universities in the country. Although he had technically gone away to college and lived on campus where he belonged to the most prestigious Fraternity on campus, it was only about a 45 to 50 minute commute from where we lived and it wasn't that unusual for him to come home for the weekend when he knew his parents were out of town. Danny and Bob always got along very well considering the gap in their ages but they were more like brothers who were close than they were friends. I liked Bob too. I knew him pretty well, through hanging around Danny so much for years, and he always treated me pretty well. But I didn't immediately understand why his coming home for the weekend was such a big deal and why Danny was so excited.
So, Danny began to explain what the big deal was, but I have to admit that it still took me a while to understand why he was so excited. It seemed that Bob was not coming home alone. He was bringing s bunch of his Fraternity brothers along and there would be women with them. Danny explained that once the previous year, Bob had invited a couple of his closest friends from the Frat to come home with him for a weekend when only Danny would be at home. They had also brought along their girl friends on that occasion and apparently things had gone so well that it had been the talk of the Frat since that time and now Bob was bringing home a much larger group of friends. The party had been off limits to Danny the previous year and he'd had no knowledge of why the gathering was such a huge success, but this year Bob had asked him to be a sport and help out by serving his party guests and suggested that he may need a little assistance. Naturally, Danny thought first and only of me. I suppose I was flattered but still didn't think that serving a bunch of Bob's friends at some kind of party sounded like anything to get excited about and I was actually a bit disappointed. I would have much rather had Danny alone to spend the evening with rather than being turned into a common servant and be surrounded by a bunch of strangers,
I finally began to understand a little better when Danny explained that although Bob was having the party catered, he was only having the caterer drop the food off and not provide anyone to work the party, which initially struck me as a bit odd. The food would be accessible to his guest who would presumably more or less grab and go rather than require us to wait on them hand and foot but then Danny dropped his bomb shell on me. It seemed there would be some alcohol . . . "a lot of alcohol" is how I recalled him phrasing it . . . and we would mostly be responsible for serving drinks and playing bartender along with a few other minor tasks that might be required. Apparently, or should I say obviously, it was the ready access to all that alcohol that had my sixteen year old buddy all excited.
Well let me give you some of the logistics of the estate . . . yeah, I said "estate"! The house was huge; actually too large for me. I was provided a guest room to sleep in on those occasions when Danny's parents were at home and I stayed overnight which didn't happen as often as when they were out of town. When his parents were not at home, Danny and I didn't have to follow the proper etiquette and do things the way we did when Mother and Father were home, so on those occasions Danny and I stayed together in his room which I very much preferred. Danny had a huge king size bed which we shared on those occasions. Now, before you get too far ahead of yourselves, I should mention that nothing happened . . . well, rarely and even then it wasn't much; really not even worth mentioning. We stayed up most of the night and only slept together in that big bed when neither of us could keep our eyes open a minute longer. Besides, as I alluded to earlier, I was certain that Danny did not like me in the same way that I liked him; not all of the ways anyway.
The house would probably be empty most of the night. I wasn't sure how late Danny and I would have our services required, but the party would be held on the grounds behind the main house. Bob had dismissed the servants for the weekend, telling them that he would be home to sit with his younger brother and that their services would not be required for any of the weekend. Danny's family had a full Olympic size swimming pool; a beautiful pool; Danny was the star of the swimming team at our school and I was also a member of the team. The pool came with an equally (if not more so) impressive Pool House; to call it a changing room or a cabana just wouldn't do it justice. It had a number of fairly large "changing rooms", lavishly furnished, along with all the amenities you might ever hope for and that was to be the sight of the party. So, Danny and I hung around in his room and talked, and horsed around. For a couple rich kids we were actually a lot more normal than you might think and pretty much did what a lot of other sixteen year old boys would do under similar circumstances, only surrounded by trappings that were undoubtedly a little more spacious and luxurious.
Bob arrived home just in time to take care of the caterer who had arrived just a minute or so before he drove up. The Pool House had a complete kitchen and we helped take all the food out there to keep it fresh until the party began and we helped Bob carry the liquor through the house to the Pool House in back. I'm not sure how Bob, who was still under age, managed to get all of that alcohol (probably with the assistance of an older Frat Brother) but he gave us instructions about what our duties would be and we set up some tables to get everything ready. It would still be an hour before Bob's guest were expected to arrive.
"Did you tell him everything?" Bob asked, making curiously direct eye contact with Danny who uncharacteristically shuffled his feet.
"No . . . I was waiting until it got a little closer to time to start but I guess that time is now, huh?" Danny replied.
Bob didn't look too pleased with that answer. "OK . . . I'll explain it to him"!
"No . . .just give us a minute, Bobby. I think it will be better if I explain it", Danny suggested.
Bob hurriedly stalked out of the Pool House, still looking none too pleased and I started feeling a bit uncomfortable as Danny lead me into one of the changing rooms and asked me to sit down for a minute.
To make a long story short; Danny explained that the party was actually going to be what would more accurately be called an orgy. At least the main event of the "party" was scheduled to be sex . . . lots and lots of sex. I was a little floored to learn that I was going to help host a sex party for a bunch of older college kids, but that wasn't the worst news that Danny had to break to me. All of the guests were going to be naked throughout the orgy, or party, or whatever you want to call it. One of our duties was going to be collecting everyone's clothes as they stripped upon entering the Pool House and to store them in one of the rooms where they wouldn't get messed up, but the worst news was that in order to not make anyone feel uncomfortable Bob expected Danny and me to be naked as well. My initial reaction was to run for my life and if it would have been for anyone other than Danny, that's probably exactly what I would have done.
Well, the next hour passed painfully slow. Danny and I talked. We straightened up around the area we expected to be working and we walked around the Pool House to see if there was anything we needed to do before Bob's guests arrived, but mostly we just talked. I sensed that Danny was also feeling nervous. I don't know if he was as nervous as I was but I could tell the way we talked that we were both full of nervous energy. Bob popped back in to check and make sure everything was OK. I admitted to being nervous but assured him I would be fine and would do a good job helping Danny take care of his guests. He started to mildly scold his brother for not giving me all the details earlier but I jumped to my friend's defense and told Bob that Danny had probably been right to wait because I couldn't even imagine dealing with the kind of anxiety I was feeling all afternoon and then I assured him again that I would be fine once everyone arrived and I got used to the idea of being naked in front of all those strangers. So, Bob left to get cleaned up before his guest arrived and gave us a few last minute instructions.
Finally, the time came for us to get busy and it helped a lot to have something to physically do instead of just standing around, talking and feeling so nervous, looking at my watch every few seconds. We got the food set out and arranged the bottles of liquor and the glasses. Then Bob came back in and told us his guests should be arriving any minute and told us it was time to strip. Once again, I had to fight the urge to flee. I waited for Danny to start removing his clothes first and then timidly followed his lead. Bob did not strip. He used the excuse that he would have to greet his friends at the front of the house as they arrived and it would be better if he waited so that they could all get naked together. I think having him standing there, fully clothed, while Danny and I stripped bare naked just made me more uncomfortable and I was glad when he announced that his girl friend had just arrived and he had to go meet her and departed the Pool House. So, there we stood; Danny and me, naked as a pair of Jay Birds.
Naturally, I had seen Danny naked before. Although I had never seen him bare ass naked when I stayed at his house (only in his underwear and unfortunately, he always wore baggy boxers) but we were both on the swim team so I saw him getting dressed and undressed and in the shower many times. Danny wasn't one of those guys who struts around and unashamedly shows off his body like some jocks do, even though he has as much right to do so as any young jock his age; he's just more reserved than that. It wasn't always easy to get a good look at him when he was naked, particularly from the front side. He changed quickly and usually stood close to his locker and in the showers he always tried to get the spot in the corner and only turned toward the center of the large communal shower room briefly when he needed to rinse his back. If I hadn't tried so hard to get a sneaky peek at him as often as I could, I might have never had a glimpse of him like the one I was getting right then. Oddly enough, I was nervous being naked so close to him.
I had never been alone with him before when he was completely naked. There were usually a lot of loud mouthed teen jocks hooting and hollering and slamming locker doors with showers running and all sorts of distractions around us when we were naked together in the locker room.
Although I had often dreamed; fantasized about being naked and alone with Danny both in my sleep and consciously while wide awake, I was surprised to find myself feeling so nervous, almost afraid. Alone in the quiet of the empty Pool House, there were no distractions and I was afraid to try and sneak a peek at Danny's nakedness for fear of being caught red handed. I had always been very discreet in stealing glances at his nude magnificence and found the lack of any distractions at that time a little unnerving.
So, I was surprisingly relieved when our solitude was suddenly interrupted when Bob showed up at the door with his guests in tow. One of the first things he did was introduce Danny and me, describing our purpose and informing his guest that we would be happy to take very good care of their clothes until the party was over and they were ready to leave. With that; those college Frat Boys and their girl friends began to disrobe, some faster than others and some appearing a bit shyer at first but they were soon enough all naked and Danny and I had our hands full, literally, dealing with all the clothing. I never got a full count, but there were approximately 10 Frat studs and their girls, counting Bob and his girl friend; so roughly about 20 people plus Danny and me.
At first, as the "party" was just getting started, everyone was just kind of milling around, engaged in conversation and keeping Danny and I extremely busy serving the drinks that seemed to be the number one priority on the agenda for a lot of those Frat Boys and a few of their dates, at least for the time being. Of course neither of us was any kind of bartender at all, so it was mostly popping tops and handing out bottles of beer; occasionally making something really simple that anyone could do like Rum & Coke, or Seagram’s & Seven Up or Vodka and Tonic.
A few people nibbled on some of the food we had laid out just before they arrived but clearly the food was not as important to anyone as the alcohol and I was guessing that this would change shortly as they all decided to focus on what I suspected they had really come for. I didn't think it was the food or beverages that had been the talk of Bob's Frat from the party he had thrown a year earlier; one that neither Danny nor I had any first hand knowledge about.
As I discretely glanced around the room, I noticed that it wasn't a very diverse crowd at all. Admittedly, I was more focused on the male guests and found that other than hair and eye color there wasn't much diversity at all. Some had nicer bodies than others but all of them seemed to be handsome and all had nice athletic bodies. There was not a bookish looking nerd or a fatty in the crowd.
I knew Bob was on the Lacrosse team and I was soon wondering if perhaps those he had invited to the party were a subset of his Fraternity made up of his Lacrosse team or maybe some athletes from other sports teams representing the University. Their dates didn't seem to have much more variety than the jocks, except one was a rather striking Asian woman with very dark black, shiny hair that flowed down her back to the middle of her butt.
Initially, I was not able to take an inventory of the dangling dicks in the room. Those standing closest to us on the opposite side of the bar where we worked were hidden from the waist down by the bar that separated us and the rest of the guys were pretty well hidden from view by the crowd that was rather tightly packed into that one relatively small room. But there were some damn fine torsos on display; lots of muscles and some handsome faces. I recall speculating that things were probably a lot better for Danny at that time with all those tits on display and although I was NOT sexually turned on by them I can appreciate the beauty of a good looking female and not be totally turned off by bare boobs, but I was not particularly looking forward to the site of a lot of pussies on display. Yeah . . . I AM TOTALLY, 100% GAY!
Gradually the herd began to thin as Bob's guests slowly began to find then them an unoccupied changing room and retired for a little fun and games, one couple at a time.
"Let the party begin", I recall thinking to myself as I watched the migration begin. The more couples who sought sanctuary for a little secluded rendezvous, the less busy Danny and I became and the more the crowd in the room thinned out, providing us with the time and the opportunity to get a better look at the couples who still remained in the vicinity of the bar. Those who were still bellied up to the bar were only visible above the waist but those closer to the back of the room now offered us a much more unobstructed full length view.
I was trying to be as discrete as possible but I was definitely checking out the Frat Boys. I could tell that Danny was also taking advantage of the view but I knew that his close observations were directed toward the opposite half of the crowd than what interested me. Every once in a while he would shoot his elbow into my ribs and motion with his head as if to say, "check out that Babe", and I would respond by checking out her boy friend and give Danny a nod of appreciation. There were some nice cocks in the room. I'd never seen a naked older man before. I know it is silly to think of a college stud aged 18-22 as an "older man" but at the time that is exactly what they were to a sixteen year old kid. That included Danny's brother, Bob, who I was seeing naked for the very first time and I felt a little more guilty about checking him out than I did his Brothers (Frat Brothers that is). There wasn't a boner in the crowd, but a couple of the guys appeared to be in the early stages of rising to the occasion and I noticed that they were the next to disappear into one of the rooms.
Actually, there was one hardon in the room and it was a real beaut! Yeah . . . I am referring to my bestest buddy, standing right next to me, but what would you expect of a healthy sixteen year old boy with a chance to ogle close to a dozen good looking naked young women all at one time? I'd never seen Danny with a raging boner before; not even a semi. Oh sure, I had seen him pitching a tent in his boxers due to a serious case of morning wood a few times when we woke from a brief nap after passing out somewhere around sunrise, but I had never actually seen his bare cock in any state of erection before. It wasn't long before there were two raging boners in the room. At first I felt a little scared and guilty standing next to the boy that I'd lusted after for so many years but then I realized it was probably a good thing. I mean, I was also a very healthy sixteen year old boy and how would it look to Danny if I stood there with a limp dick drooping between my legs with all of those naked chicks right in front of us. Danny was bound to think that my dick had responded to the same thing that had his standing tall and would have no idea that he was the real inspiration for my condition.
I'm not sure how much longer we stayed down there in the Pool House. We did have "customers" from time to time; people needing to replenish fluids and/or rejuvenate their fading buzz. A few came out to grab a little something to eat but not many stopped what they were doing for a snack. Probably what most of them wanted when they exited their little fuck chamber was to dip into the large bowl with the rubbers that Bob had thoughtfully provided for any of his brothers in need. Unfortunately, for Danny, we saw a lot more of the Frat Brothers than we did their girl friends. Some of the girls did come out to get a drink or maybe a quick bite to eat but it was always the guys who made the trip out to where we were to grab a new "rain coats".
So, we really just stood around without very much to do for probably three or four hours and we welcomed the sight of someone emerging from their room for whatever reason to break the monotony.
Well . . . OK . . . it really wasn't quite as bad as I just made it sound. The truth is that we did a little more than just shoot the breeze all that time that we were standing out there all alone with practically nothing to do. NO! We didn't do what most of you are thinking . . . don't I wish. Even if I'd had a willing (Gay) partner, the dangers of being caught going at it would have been immense; there was virtually no warning that someone was about to pop out of their room for whatever it was that brought them out to where Danny and I were performing our duties which were pretty much just hanging around.
No . . . it wasn't anything sexual that we risked getting caught at . . . it was all that booze. Two bored and horny sixteen year old boys standing around for hours with practically nothing to do and bottles and bottles of alcohol within arms reach . . . could you really blame us?
We didn't really drink that much. At least I don't think we did. But we were 16 and didn't have much experience with alcohol. I think Danny was probably limited to the occasional glass of wine at family dinners celebrating special occasions and even that only for the last year or two. And me? Well, I had even less experience drinking than Danny had at that point, and even today I tend to be pretty much a light weight when it comes to drinking. Danny was always the one who initiated each round that we drank and he decided what we should try each time he poured us one. I'm not trying to duck the blame and put it all on him. I'm just telling you the way it went down; and besides, I went along with everything he suggested (almost) so that made me complicit in the whole drinking game thing as far as blame goes.
The reason I said I went along with almost everything Danny suggested is because I did NOT drink all of the drinks he poured for us. I did take at least one sip of every drink he gave me. But some of them I didn't like at all, so I managed to pour them out when Danny would look away for a second; in the trash can, down the drain, or in a nearby planter. At least once I made the excuse that I needed to use the bathroom and flushed nearly a whole drink before I went back out to the bar.
I was amazed that Danny never lost his hardon that whole time. I don't know how he did it. Yeah . . . I also maintained an erection pretty much the whole time too, but my inspiration was always right there; beside me the whole night; close enough to touch if I'd had the damn guts to just reach out and fondle it. There were times that it was so close that I swear I could feel the heat radiating from it onto the back of my hand or against the side of my upper thigh or hip. There was even that one time when we were starting to get the place cleaned up a little bit and while moving around and working in close proximity Danny actually brushed up against me and for just a second I actually felt his hard dick brush against me; feeling like a hot fireplace poker. I thought that I was going to NUT right there on the spot and it was all I could do to keep from crying out.
Unlike me, Danny did not have that constant motivation for his continued arousal. He didn't even get to see a naked female emerge from their fuck chamber as often as I did their male counterparts, but Danny was ROCK hard, all night. In addition to the occasionally visual stimulation we were subjected to the frequent sounds of sex coming from all of those little rooms where a pair of older teens or young twenty-something’s were fucking like rabbits with nothing more than curtains hanging on the front of each room, I don't think we had what I would actually call a "screamer', but we could hear muffled conversation and most of all we could hear a lot of moans and groans and often we could tell when someone was reaching orgasm. I guess that gave Danny all the stimulation he needed to ‘maintain’ his boner.
There were a couple times when he did give himself a hand, if you know what I mean. No . . He never jacked off but he did "rearrange" himself a few times even though he was naked so technically I don't know if you could call that rearranging his package. A couple times when one of the guys was obviously reaching a very strong orgasm, Danny grabbed himself in a very provocative manner and while mouthing silent moans of passion, thrust his hips rapidly back and forth as if he were ejaculating before he would bust up, giggling. Oh yeah . . . he gave me all the inspiration I needed to stay boned also.
You might be able to tell from some of Danny's behaviors that I have described for you (and the fact that he'd had considerably more to drink than I actually drank) that Danny had probably had a little too much to drink, but I would attribute some of his behavior to the fact that he was also much more of an extrovert and a real fun guy than I was and it wasn't like he ever showed signs that he was totally wasted or anything, although I might have blacked out if I'd had as much to drink as he had. Like I said, neither of us was much of a drinker at sixteen and I don't think that mixing our drinks the way he was doing was the best idea.
I guess I should tell you a little more about those Frat Boys before I bring this story to a close. I don't want to make it sound like I was totally unaffected by their nakedness. I might have already mentioned that at sixteen, most of them were what I would have considered beyond the age that would have really interested me sexually and there was no way that any of them could have ever competed with Danny, in my eyes (not back then anyway). I already told you they were not a particularly diverse group of guys beyond color of hair and eyes. All were athletic although some had bigger muscles than others and some were shorter while others were taller; and some had thicker body types while others were leaner. Some were totally smooth (other than pubic and arm pit hairs) and some had hairy chests and maybe a little on their belly. The greatest difference as far as range of hairiness would have been their legs. But I am sure that what most of you are really interested in hearing about is all those cocks. Some of them were circumcised and some were not. Some were longer than others and some were thicker than others. I guess you might say there was considerably more diversity when it came to all of those cocks than there was about the Brothers in general. There wasn't a dick among them that I would have called "small' and I wouldn't have labeled any of them a "pencil dick" either but there was one good looking blond with one of the longest and thinnest cocks of the bunch but it was in no way a pencil dick. The length probably made it look a little thinner than it really was (it was probable as thick as several of the shorter cocks if someone had actually measured how big around they all were. If I had to pick someone out of that bunch that I would have been most tempted to be with other than Danny; I think that cute blonde boy would have been my choice (he may have also been the closest to my age).
Well, that just reminded me; I've described Bob's Frat Brothers, but I haven't even begun to give a physical description of Bob or his most important brother; the object of my deepest and most amorous desires; Danny. I'll begin by telling you that there was not a strong family resemblance. You could see them both in the same room, like at a party, and without a pretty strong hint you would probably never guess that they were related. But it's not that they were total opposites either and if they were identified as brothers you wouldn't exactly be incredulous about that information.
The difference in their size was probably the most natural difference easily explained by the age difference at that time as you might expect between a 16 year old boy and a 20 year old young man. Bob was taller; about 5' 11" to Danny's 5' 8" at the time of this story but I will point out that Danny was in the midst of one of those growth spurts and about a year and a half to two years after the party in this story he had actually passed his older brother in height. I'm having trouble deciding how to explain Bob's body type. He was definitely "thicker" than Danny; his measurements would have been larger in the chest, abs, arms, legs and probably just about any other (non sexual) body part that can be measured with a tape measure. Danny had a much leaner frame than his brother. He was not skinny. I wouldn't even define him as slim or thin. Danny was very well toned with very supple, elongated muscles that were defined by curves more than sharp edges.
You know . . . I never liked it when everyone you talked to in a chat room claimed to have a "swimmer's build". It was so trite at best and an absolute lie in the worst cases and you could never really know exactly what that really meant (and personally, I always thought a gymnast build would be a lot sexier but no one ever made that claim - they all wanted to claim to have that "swimmers build". Well, Danny had the real, classic swimmer type of a body. I'm not sure how much of that was because he actually was a real life swimmer on our school team but that's the kind of body he had.
Those probably sound like major differences but to me the biggest difference between Danny and Bob was in their face. Both had brown hair. Bobs was more of a medium shade of brown; more coarse looking; straight; a little thinner and flat in tone. On the other hand, Danny's hair was a lighter shade of brown; maybe two or three shades lighter with natural highlights and more shine about it. His was thicker and fuller than Bob's with a touch of waviness about in and Danny generally wore his hair just a touch longer than Bob but he was not a long hair.
Bob's eyes were brown and Danny had green eyes. I think the biggest difference between the brothers was the shape of their face and the features that made up their face; and if that wasn't the "biggest" difference, it was at least the most important difference in my eyes and maybe what I found most physically attractive about my friend, Danny. I hope I am right about this; I am not 100% sure that I understand what is meant when someone is described as having an "angular face" and if it is what I think I understand it to be that describes Danny. Bob had a rounder face, maybe a little more oval than round and the features (nose, chin, cheeks, etc. were broader.
Danny featured high cheek bones (I know I am describing that part correctly). The general shape of his face was dominated more by lines and angles (which is why I think his is what they call an "angular face") and now that I think about it, that makes the description of his facial features pretty much the exact opposite of how I would describe his body with the supply curved muscles that were more softly defined. The outline of his face from the forehead to the jaw line (approximately right across from the corners of his mouth were pretty much a straight line but they kind of jutted out at the point of that jaw line making that the widest part of his face and there was something I found very handsome and somewhat distinct about that. The overall effect was to give his cheeks a slightly hollow look with the combination of that very strong jaw and high cheekbones and I think it also made his mouth look smaller than it really was despite the fullness of his lips. From there the lines converged toward his chin which did not come to a point but was a very strong chine with a slightly squared appearance, and that strong chin was softened ever so slightly by a slight dimple right in the middle (nothing Kirk Douglas-like at all). The other things I recall quite vividly about Danny's face was that his ear lobes were small (and I thought of them as cute) and he had very long eye lashes that softened his eyes and made them really beautiful. I would describe Danny as very handsome but I would also go on to say that (at least I tended to think of him this way) he was maybe more "beautiful" than he was simply very handsome.
Neither Bob nor Danny was particularly hairy, not even for their young ages. Bob was a little hairier than Danny. The hair on his arms and legs was heavier, darker and covered much more area. He also had a small patch of hair on his chest, between his pecs and what I didn't learn until later on in life is referred to as a "Happy Trail" Danny was smoother; hairless chest and abs it wasn't a negative for me but I might have found it a little sexier if he'd had a "Happy Trail" but that is based on my feelings today, looking back in time. He had a little hair well below the knees on his lower legs that were sparser and much lighter in color than his brother. He and I used to frequently shave each other's legs; not because of anything sexual, but because we were team mates on the swim team. Danny also had a small pubic patch that covered a very small area around his genitals and was very short and light in color, but Bob had a large bush that covered a much larger area and was much greater in length.
Now for the part that you are probably most interested in. Both brothers were circumcised. I saw Bob's for the first time that night and it was the first time I had seen either one erect. Bob's dick was thicker but Danny's was at least as long, and I'd have to measure them (and I never measured either of them) to be sure but if anything, Danny's dick was a little longer than his older brother's. In fact, out of at least a dozen guys and maybe one or two more if you include Danny and me, only two had dicks that were larger than Danny's and everyone except for me was older than Danny by 2-6 years. The two with larger cocks were significantly larger in both length and girth and I suspect were probably the cause of the loudest cries of agony/ecstasy coming from the rooms where they were fucking some young coed.
Actually, those two had cocks that were so similar that they may have even possibly been brothers in the flesh and not just through the Fraternity. Bob's dick did have a very large knob at the tip, while Danny's was much more consistent in girth from stem to stern and even had a slightly narrower head than at the base, presenting an almost spear type shape. Danny had much larger balls than his older brother. Bob's nuts were almost curiously small for someone his age and size and Danny's were large and heavy looking egg shapes that were not exactly "low hangers" in a true sense but they had always seemed to hang low enough to sway to and from when he moved (walked) while nude, probably from the weight of them. Seeing him with a boner for the first time that night, I noticed that they were not hanging at all but were pulled up very close to the base of his cock and separated to display each individual orb more beautifully than I had ever seen them before.
Danny had an amazing ass. I'd never seen his butt hole but other than the "Bubble Butts" that I love and appreciate so much, it was still one of the nicer asses I have ever seen. I would describe it as two elongated tear drop slabs of muscle; soft and smooth on the surface but rock solid, firm muscle under the skin with cheeks that squeezed together to show a very tight looking crack that separated them. Unfortunately, Bob's ass along with the very hairy bush around his cock was one of the most attractive features he possessed (at least in my opinion) but I want to reiterate emphatically that Bob was a good looking guy despite what my attempts to compare the brothers might incorrectly imply in some instances.
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