The story of my older brother

I've never shared this story but I'm working on a longer piece (a blend of fiction and non-fiction) and this story from my life is the corner piece of my protagonist's dysmorphia.

For sub purposes, all people are 18+.

My older brother always had a huge penis. Mine is large but his was enormous especially in its flaccid state. Flaccid, he was larger than me erect so he hung over 7" and extremely thick. It grew to nearly 10. When we were growing up, his size turned him into a huge exhibitionist. He wore clothes that left little imagination to his massive flaccid size. I remember once our mother told him to take out whatever he has stuffed in his tight, acid washed jeans. He replied, "That's all me." She didn't believe him.

"You want me to prove it?" he asked.

"Yeah, prove it," she said as if she were calling his bluff. Instead he produced his gargantuan semi-rigid cock. I remember how it flopped onto his stomach with a thud.

"Oh my," she said looking incredibly flustered. He was always her favorite after that.

Our father had left our mother when we were kids to find himself out West. When we were older, we visited him in Northern California during our summer breaks. One year, he had an apartment in a complex with a large pool, hot tub, and sauna area. My brother and I spent almost everyday there.

On one afternoon, two older Latina women entered the pool with very skimpy bikinis. They were built, with thick curves and, I distinctly recall, hair under their arms.

My older brother, oozing with confidence, made his way to them and began chatting. Within minutes, they were giggling and flirting. They were standing in just the right depth of water where their full breasts (barely hidden by bikini tops) floated and bounced on the rippling pool water.

I was within earshot when I heard one of them say "No, I don't believe you. You are little boy."

"You want me to show you?" I heard my brother say.

"Yes, show us little boy." I knew what was about to happen. My brother was short (he never grew taller than 5'7") but I had watched him lay this trap before.

"And what if I'm telling the truth?" he asked.

"You can see our titties," one replied. By this point, I had joined their group. They eyed me suspiciously.

"Thats just my little brother," he said with an emphasis on little. Their eyes returned to my older brother as he undid the drawstring on his shorts. He reached into his swimsuit and pulled out his cock. Under the water, it looked even bigger. It was incredible.

Ay dios mio. Gigante. Es un caballo.

A rain of compliments in Spanish showered onto him.

After maybe 30 seconds, he put it away. "Your turn," he said.

"Not here," one said. "In there." She motioned to the sauna.

I watched as the three of them wandered into the sauna. The doors locked from the inside. He stayed in there for hours that first day. I stayed in the pool checking the doors every so often. The two women emerged hours later with crazy look in their eyes as if they had seen a ghost. Every time we came back and saw them, he went in there again. All summer, the latinas somehow always had a new friend who "had to see it."

He never told me what all happened in there. But I knew enough. It was first time I recognized the absolute power of a gigantic cock.

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