Let's Compare

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My dad and the Tommy’s dad have been friends since they were kids in Italy. They moved to America and got married when they were really young, but since they had moved to opposite coasts they rarely saw each other. In fact, they hadn’t been together other since I’d been born, though they stayed in touch constantly on the phone. One summer they decided to take a trip back to Italy together with my mom and Tommy’s mom to reconnect, and to show their wives where they grew up. Since I was 19, I was going to get to stay at home. Tommy’s dad was letting him stay in the States, too, but our fathers thought it would be fun if he stayed with me while they were gone with our moms in Italy. Tommy’s little brother was only 6 (he was sort of an accident, I think), so he had to go on the trip with them. Tommy was 18, so our dads figured it would be fun for us to meet and hang out while they were all away.

I first met Tommy and his family when they came to drop him off at my place before their trip. I spent a lot of time in that first encounter thinking about how funny genetics could be. Our fathers were very similar looking; short, dark Italian natives, barely 5’5” each, chattering away to each other in their native tongue as they embraced after 19 long years. I look a lot like my dad, only I’m even shorter at 5’3”, and potentially even scrawnier. I went to the gym like an addict, but instead of putting on muscle I just got really, really toned. I had my dad’s dark complexion and slight Italian frame, but I had definitely inherited one thing from my Irish mother – I was often reminded how un-Italian my dick was.

Tommy was a stark contrast. Even at 18, he towered over his dad, and everyone there, standing about 6’6” or 6’7”. His mom was a blonde woman, with something distinctly Nordic in her features that Tommy had definitely inherited. It looked like he went to the gym even more than I did, only his body had rewarded him with huge arms, wide shoulders, and an over-all impressive physique. It was hard not to notice the difference while he was standing there in his tank top, shouldering a backpack and lifting his heavy duffle bag out of his dad’s trunk.

My dad brought me over to introduce me to his old friend, and then to Tommy, who would be my roommate for the next month. Tommy reached down to shake my hand, and we both chuckled a little bit as we saw how my hand was engulfed by his. He laughed and clapped my shoulder, and then moved past me to throw his stuff in the house. I felt absolutely tiny as he walked by me and I saw that my head was one the same plane as his bicep. I felt even tinier when Tommy’s 6-year-old brother came out of the car to be introduced to everyone; I was barely 6 inches taller than the kid.

After a lot of introductions, laughter, and catching up, our families finally left, and Tommy and I were alone in my house. I realized that I had to play host, so I started to give him a tour of the house.

“So, over here is the kitchen, next door is the living room, and the spare bedroom’s over there. Here, let me grab your backpack and we can throw your stuff in there.”

“Thanks, man!” Tommy said, as he hefted the bag off his shoulder. He tossed it down to me, and I thought I saw him smirk a little as I struggled to catch it. He had made it seem so light!

“So, this is where you’ll be staying,” I said, as we entered the guest bedroom. I dropped his backpack on the floor, and he put his duffle next to it.

“Sweet! Oh man, I am so friggin tired!” he said, laughing, as he fell onto the bed. As his head hit the pillow, I noticed that his shins were hanging off the bed. He looked back at his feet and noticed the same thing.

“Hey dude, um, I haven’t slept on a twin since I was like 10. Kinda outgrew then around then. Do you think your parents would mind if I stayed in their bed while I’m here? I could go like, diagonal or something.”

I didn’t know what to say, but as I stood there deliberating he sat up on the bed, looked me straight in the eye, and ruffled my hair with his big, meaty hand as he said “Cool! Thanks man!” and bounded down the hall to my parents’ room.

He was about three steps ahead of me the whole way there. On the way I said “Um, hey, here’s the bathroom. There’s only one in the house, sorry. But it’s usually not a problem.”

“That’s cool man. I’m used to showering in kinda tight quarters with football and everything, know what I mean?” I had no idea what he meant, but I just nodded and followed him to my parents’ room down the hall.

“This is way better man. Thanks!” He laid down face first on my parents’ bed, corner to corner. He rolled over on his back and said, “Dude, I am beat from our trip out here. Mind if I grab a nap and catch up with you later?” As he was saying this, he was prying his huge feet out of his sneakers with his big toes. He caught me watching and laughed. “Yeah, these things are a little ridiculous. As soon as I moved up to size 16 my shoes got kinda expensive, so hang on to them for a while. Sorry that these ones are a little nasty looking. I’ll catch you later man – can you grab the light?”

I left my parents’ room and shut the door, and then went into my own room to lay down. I wasn’t sure why, but I couldn’t quit thinking of Tommy sitting in bed and being the same height as me standing up, as he patted me on the head like I was his kid brother. It had been intimidating, and it kinda upset me a little bit. That was my last thought as I drifted into my own nap.

I was startled awake by Tommy’s massive hand on my shoulder. As I came around, I noticed that he was basically naked, with just a towel wrapped around his waist. “Hey man,” he said,” Sorry to bug you, but I’ve kinda got a problem. My mom packed my little brother’s underwear in my duffle. I bet they took all of mine with them to Italy.” He held up a pair of Spiderman underoos to illustrate his point. “These aren’t going to cut if, if you know what I mean,” he said with a smirk. “Do you mind if I borrow some of yours until I can buy some more?”

“Uh, no man, that’s fine. They’re in that top drawer.” Tommy nodded his thanks, opened the drawer (I couldn’t help but noticing that it was at his stomach level, while I always remembered it being about chest-high on me), and pulled out a pair of boxer briefs. He looked at them skeptically, then said, “Ok man, I’m gonna give these a shot. Thanks!” About two minutes later he came in, wearing swim trunks. “These, um, definitely didn’t cut it,” he said ruefully as he tossed my briefs back at me where I was still half wrapped up in my sheets. “But I decided to just put my trunks on, cuz you guys have a pool, right?”

I decided it was time to resume being a good host. “Yup! Definitely. Hey, give me a sec to put on my bathing suit and I’ll meet you out there!” Ten minutes later I joined him outside on the patio next to the pool. He looked absolutely huge, somehow even more muscular now that most of him was greased up with the sunscreen. His abs looked more defined, his calves looked bigger with their light layer of hair barely noticeable, his biceps bulged as he reached across his chest to get sunscreen on his opposite shoulder, his smooth chest…

“Hey man, can you give me a hand?” Tommy asked, breaking me out of my reverie. I hadn’t noticed how bad I’d been staring at him until he spoke, and then I was so embarrassed that I just sputtered, “Um, uh, yeah, sure man, what’s up?”

“Can you get my back? I wish I got the Italian side on this one, but I burn up kinda bad. You must not need it, but I definitely got to make sure I’m covered.”

“Yeah man, sure thing.” I walked up to him and held my hand out for the bottle. Instead, he just looked down at me and squirted a stream into my hand. Then he turned around and waited. After a sec I reached up and started smearing the sunblock on his back, which I finally realized was about twice as wide as I was. I had to reach up pretty high to get up to his shoulders, and by that point I was out of sunscreen. “Hey man, I need a little more.” He twisted his torso, put a little more in my hand, and then resumed his position as I finished covering his enormous back.

“Thanks bro!”

For a while we just laid on the patio, talking about nothing really, and then the conversation died down and we just soaked in some sun. All of a sudden, Tommy stood up and ran over to me. He put his hands around my waist, almost encircling me entirely, and jerked me up. Before I knew it I was laying over his shoulder. He walked slowly over to the pool, and before I could even comprehend that he had picked me up he was tossing me into the deep end. I came up, sputtering and wiping the water out of my eyes, to see him laughing and pointing at me. Then he took a few steps back and ran into the pool, ultimately tucking in for a cannon-ball. It was such a playful thing to do that I forgot to get angry about being manhandled. As soon as he got into the water we started roughhousing and splashing each other.

We slowly worked our way over to the shallower side of the pool, so that Tommy was able to stand up. Every time I tried to swim past him he shoved me back over towards the deep end, chuckling. My feet hadn’t touched the bottom in about 7 minutes, and I was getting kinda tired. “Dude, cut it out!” I protested, but Tommy just thought I was kidding. The next time he pushed me back I honestly thought I was going to drown. I grabbed on to his arm and then pulled myself onto his body to stay above water. Before I knew it I had worked my way over behind him, and was holding him around the neck to keep my head above water. Tommy calmed down, realizing that I was exhausted. “Sorry big guy, I forgot you couldn’t touch the bottom out here.” He submerged himself, took both my ankles in his hands, and then came back up so that I was sitting on his shoulders. I was still exhausted and gasping for breath, so I held onto his head with both hands and just rested there.

After a bit Tommy walked over to the stairs on the shallow side of the pool with me riding on his shoulders. When we were back on the patio he reached up and got me under my armpits, used me for a military press, and then set me down on my feet. “Sorry bro, I didn’t mean to scare you like that,” he murmured as he ruffled my hair again with his giant hand. Then I caught his eye glancing down at my bathing suit. I had one of those nylon suits that clings to you when you come out of the water, and it was stuck all around my junk, which was even smaller than usual due to the fear and the chill of the air. I looked up to see his face go from shock, to curiosity, to amusement. I couldn’t help making a reciprocal glance at his crotch, which was around the height of my nipples, but his canvas trunks were pretty unrevealing. I did the sense, though, that the bulge in there was proportional to the giant it belonged to. I had a momentary realization that he was younger than me, and felt even more humiliated.

Tommy broke the tension. “Hey bro, it’s getting late. Want to call it a night?” I nodded, and the two of us dried off and headed inside.

I couldn't go to sleep that night. I felt embarrassed, belittled, and inferior next to the boy-giant sleeping next door in my parents’ room. All I could think of was his huge bulk lying naked across the king-size bed, with every part of his body dwarfing mine. It was totally unfair.

As I lay there cursing my luck, I heard my door creak open. Tommy crept in quietly. “Hey man, you up?” he whispered.

“Yeah, can’t fall asleep.”

“Me neither. Hey man, I’m sorry I was kinda a jerk today. I got kinda carried away.”

“No problem man, it’s cool,” I lied.

“No, no seriously. It got out of control. I just never met someone so…” He trailed off.

“So what?”

“Well, sorry man, but so tiny! I mean, you’ve got to admit, the two of us look pretty ridiculous next to each other!” And he chuckled.

“Yeah, well, that’s fine for you man. Just sucks to be me,” I grumbled back.

“No, no man! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make fun of you or anything. I just meant, like, it’s kinda funny to think about, you know? Like, all day I found myself comparing myself to you. It was sorta weird.”

I couldn’t help but admit it, since it was all I had been thinking about all day. “Yeah man, I’ve kinda been doing the same thing all day, too.”

“Right?! Like, here, hold your hand up,” he said. I pulled my hand out from under my sheet, as he sat down on the side of my bed and placed his hand next to it. My fingertips barely made it past where his fingers started. “Dude, that is unreal. I mean, look at that!”

For some reason, him talking about it with the same fascination that I felt made me feel a little better. I surprised myself by saying, “Hey man, stand up.” We both stood, and I saw that he had found some gym shorts in his luggage to wear to bed. Thank god he hadn’t just come in here naked, I thought. I got as close to him as I could, with my eyes just barely clearing his nipples. “Dude, this is weird. I feel like I’m 5 or something.” And then I chuckled at the ridiculousness of it. Tommy put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around so that we were both facing my full-length mirror. It was even weirder to see him towering behind me like that, and to fully grasp how tiny I was next to him. Tommy started flexing behind me, and then in a sudden movement, he yanked my t-shirt off me and moved my arms into little bicep curls. We looked absolutely ridiculous, the 18-year-old Adonis posing behind a little guy who was trying to imitate his every pose.

“Hang on, I want to try something,” Tommy said, and he ran out of the room. When he came back in he was holding his shoes. “Dude, try these on. I want to see how they look on you.”

I put my foot into one of his size 16 shoes. My entire foot basically fit right into the opening. On impulse I put both my feet into one of his shoes, and we both almost died laughing.

“Hey man,” he said, suddenly serious. “There’s, um, one part we haven’t actually compared yet.”

This was the moment I had been waiting for without even knowing it, ever since our little episode on the patio. But I pretended to not know what he meant, just in case. “What part man?”

“Dude, you totally know,” he replied, in a tone that removed all doubt. I started to protest, but all of a sudden he reached down and yanked my gym shorts around my ankles. He was laughing as he did it, but as he leaned back and saw what he had uncovered, he suddenly got really quiet. Then a big grin split his face. “Dude,” he said. “Really?” We both stared down at my little dick, barely an inch long soft, pointing out as it laid over my balls, which were pretty tight in, the whole thing almost buried by the pubes around it. “Really, man?” He started to chuckle, and then leaned down to give it a closer look. “Dude, that’s really rough.”

I was immediately back on the defensive, and felt completely humiliated. I knew I wasn’t the biggest guy, but here was this giant inspecting my junk like it was hilarious. But something about our little comparison game had inevitably led up to this, so I stood my ground and bore the embarrassment, knowing that the rules of the game would eventually let me see him.

All of a sudden, Tommy completely surprised me by reaching down and flicking my dick. “Aw! It’s friggin cute! Dude, this is tiny even for you! Hang on a sec, I’ve got to get something.” He bolted out of the room, leaving me stunned with my shorts around my ankles. I couldn’t believe I was letting this happen, and I was just coming around to my senses when Tommy came in holding something behind his back.

“Dude, I think I’ve got something that would fit you perfectly,” he said, barely able to speak through the laughter. He pulled his hands out from behind his back and held out his little brother’s pair of Spiderman undies.

I finally found my voice. “Dude, no way. Cut the shit, this is not cool.”

Tommy sobered up. “Aw man, I’m wicked sorry bro, I didn’t mean to be an ass. I just thought it was funny. I mean, you’ve got to admit, it’s kinda a little boy dick…” And then our eyes both slowly rested on my little package once again.

In a sudden change of heart, and in order to regain the fun spirit that we’d had earlier, I snatched the tight blue-and-red spiderman underoos out of Tommy’s hands and put them on. As I pulled them into place I noticed that they felt nice and snug, in a comforting way. “Hey man,” I said, trying to be self-depricating and cool, “these fit me great!” We both laughed. “OK, you totally owe me. Your turn.”

Tommy nodded and stepped back, totally ready to show off. Where I had been embarrassed and unwilling, he had the attitude of a porn star ready to perform. He slid the band of his shorts down slowly, revealing the pubes just under the V of his abs. Then I saw the base of his dick come into view, and he kept lowering the waistband, and lowering it, and lowering it…

Tommy chucked as I saw the expression on my face, and he gave up the pretense of the striptease, yanking his shorts off with one final movement. I involuntarily gasped as I saw his monster cock dangling there before me. “Dude, you’ve got to be kidding me. This is so unfair,” I said.

“Yeah,” he smirked. “I’m kinda lucky down here.” He reached down and grabbed the base of his dick, and swung the remaining inches left and right for effect.

“God damn it man! How fucking big are you?”

“Soft? Like seven. Depends, you know?”

I didn’t really know; the difference in my soft size was so insignificant I’d never given it much thought. My dick just kinda poked out of me, like a little nipple or something. Before I realized I was speaking out loud, I said “I always wondered what it would be like to hang and be all floppy like that.”

“Dude, it’s awesome,” Tommy replied without skipping a beat. Then he looked down at me and said, “So, um that’s how little you are when you’re hard, huh?” and he chuckled.

I hadn’t even realized that I had sprung a boner, but as I looked down I saw that my little 3.5 inch dick was at full mast. Tommy was fixated on it, and he reached his pinky finger down to compare. “Dude, it’s the same size as my little finger! I feel so fucking huge!”

I felt completely defeated. “You are so fucking lucky man! No matter what I do I’ll always have this little boy dick, and you’ll always have… that!”

Tommy looked down at his own swinging meat and nodded in agreement, but then another idea struck him. He started pulling and rubbing the seven inches of his soft cock until it started to firm up. Then he swung around behind me and lifted me up by my armpits like I weighed nothing. He held my back to his chest, and put my legs on either side of his rising cock. Slowly it rose through my legs, eclipsing my little dick and pressing up against my abs. I was in awe at the monster in front of me, coming up through my own legs.

“That’s the whole eleven,” Tommy bragged. I reached for it tentatively, then glanced a little up and over my shoulder to get approval, and saw Tommy nod. I grasped his huge cock with both hands, neither one making it all the way around, and marveled at how huge and manly I felt. It really looked like the dick was mine.

“God, I feel like a fucking giant compared to you,” Tommy said, breaking the spell. “What to see what this baby can do?” When I nodded eagerly, Tommy laid back on the bed and kept our positions the same. I tried to keep my hands on his dick, but he took them in his huge mitts and tucked them behind his back, so they were trapped there. Then he reached his hands around to his crotch, one down by where it stuck through my legs, the other closer to the head. Even his huge hands couldn’t cover all of that cock. “This is what it would feel like if all of you were my size,” he said.

Slowly he started jerking himself off. I was absolutely fascinated at the sight. I was so used to just pumping my little dick up and down with one hand, since that’s all I could really fit on there, but Tommy had all sorts of room to spare. I lost track of time; he could have been going at it for a minute or ten minutes. It was amazing. It was so outside the scope of my little 3-and-a-half inch joke that I couldn’t comprehend it, especially from this angle. For all intents it looked like my huge hands jerking my massive cock.

Suddenly I got caught up in the moment, and started humping my hips up and down. My little boy dick was trapped, between my abs and his cock, so it added to his pleasure. He started to get way more into things, bucking and grunting like he was going to burst. Finally the pitch of his moaning changed, and he arched his back up, forcing us both up off the bed. His giant cock shot a huge load all over my face and chest. I gasped, thinking he was done, since I usually only shoot that far one time, but then five more spurts arced up to splatter me. In the heat of the moment I came too, but my little load was lost somewhere under Tommy’s dick.

We both lay there in bed, Tommy exhausted and me elated. I felt his breathing slow down, and I assume at some point he drifted off to sleep. I lay there with his seven-inch soft dick resting across my abs, pretending it was mine and feeling enormous for the first time in my life. In his sleep Tommy reached one hand onto my chest, completely covering me, and I drifted off to sleep.