Dylan loved his brother, and despite being a high school junior with his own things to do and places to go, he always made time for Corey. Dylan would take him out for a ride in their mom's mini-van, often stopping for ice cream in the heat of summers.
They'd just celebrated Corey's 13th birthday the week before, in which they had family and a few friends over for cake and presents. As always, Corey was at his brother's side, playing ball, throwing horse shoes, and taking a late swim in the pool just as the sun was setting.
Corey was excited to be a teenager. It meant that when school started back in the fall, he'd get to go to the middle school, which was joined to the high school. Most importantly, it meant that he wouldn't have to take the bus to school, instead, he'd be riding with his brother.
Corey was changing in other ways too. The transformations were subtle in the beginning, but as Corey's body started to change, he became curious. A few times Dylan caught his brother staring while changing in front of him. It was normal for kids his age to be curious, and preferring not to make a big deal about it, Dylan pretended not to notice.
But Corey's new fascination with his brother's body had taken a new turn.
Just like most boys his age entering adolesence, Corey and his friends' first foray into sexual maturity was a widespread bout of nut-tapping. Throughout the summer, competition among the boys was fierce. Corey established a reputation for being a real terror, having wracked each of his friends several times and only getting nutted a few times himself.
Corey's success among his friends eventually led him to wonder what it would be like to bust a guy who was bigger and older, like his brother. Dylan was four years older than Corey and having already fully developed, he knew his brother was much more well endowed then he or his friends.
Nutting his friends hardly seemed like a challenge, but Dylan was bigger and stronger than all of them. Would Dylan fall to the ground and cry, or would his voice squeak up into a high-pitch like in the movies?
Corey tried to put the thought out of his mind. He loved his brother, admiring everything about him, but the thought always lingered in the back of his mind.
One day, Dylan was standing in the kitchen, searching through the fridge for something cold to drink.
Finally overcome with the urge to bust his brother, Corey walked up to him and brought his foot crashing into the bulge in Dylan's jeans. Corey's size 9 trainers slammed into Dylan's crotch, smashing his balls, and knocking the wind out of Dylan's lungs.
Dylan gasped in pain as his precious jewels were flattened inside his jeans and stumbled to the floor.
Corey roared with laughter as his brother doubled over and grabbed his nuts, grimacing in pain.
"That hurt." Dylan squeaked.
Corey laughed harder, gasping for breath.
Dylan lied on the floor for several minutes before he climbed back to his feet.
"Don't do that anymore, ok?" Dylan groaned, bent over from the pain between his legs .
Corey apologized and promised Dylan he wouldn't do it again, but that promise was broken several days later while they were out swimming.
Their mother was out of the house with her boyfriend Rob and the boys decided to go out back for a swim. Dylan ran to the deep side and dove into the fresh, cool water. He was a natural swimmer and worked as a life guard at the Y on weekends.
"Come on, let's see you dive!" Dylan called out to his brother.
"I can't." Corey grumbled. "I've tried, but I don't know how."
"It's easy, I'll show you." Dylan grinned.
Dylan swam over to the ladder and as he climbed out of the pool, his smooth, muscular body glistened with water. His wet swim trunks clung around his package, highlighting every curve.
Corey was hypnotized by the way his brother's big bulge shifted between his legs as he walked towards him. Despite his earlier promise, the sudden urge to bust Dylan's nads became irresistible.
As Dylan approached, the muscles in Corey's leg seemed to take over and swinging up between Dylan's thighs, he nailed his brother's wet package with a resounding 'smack'. His bare foot slammed into Dylan's groin, crunching his ample nuts against his pelvis.
Dylan let out a miserable moan. He exhaled and blinked.
"Shit." Dylan groaned, bending over as the pain set in. His hands were nursing his package.
The grin on Corey's face disappeared when he saw the anguish on his brother's face.
"Why do you keep doing that?" Dylan panted.
Corey was at a loss for words. Why had he done it? He knew it was wrong and he'd promised not to.
"I'm sorry Dylan." Corey replied. How could he explain it to his brother when even he didn't understand it?
Dylan's eyes squeezed shut and he gagged as the taste of bile filled his mouth.
Corey helped his brother hobble over to a deck chair.
Dylan sat quietly for a long time, slowly rubbing the soreness out of his nuts. Then after a long pause, Dylan asked, "Why do you keep hitting me in the nuts? Are you mad at me or something?"
"No." Corey shook, his eyes cast down on a crack in the concrete patio.
"So what's going on then?" Dylan pressed. "That's the second time you nailed me."
Corey sat down wearily next to him. "It' just a game I play with my friends sometimes, you know -"
"Oh," Dylan nodded his head.
"It's just for fun." Corey quickly added. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
Dylan sat quietly while thinking to himself. Corey sat quietly too, wondering how much trouble he was in.
"Alright," Dylan said finally. "It's OK."
"You're not mad?" Corey started feeling relieved. "You're not going to tell mom, are you?"
"No." Dylan replied. "But you have to stop. You can't go through life just walking up to guys and cracking them in the nuts."
"I know." Corey said glumly.
"Especially when it's me." Dylan shot his brother a small grin. "If you keep it up, I won't be able to make you an uncle."
Corey laughed hard and shoved Dylan playfully. "Yeah, big deal!"
"Big deal?" Dylan shouted, chasing his brother out of his chair and into the pool.
The two boys tussled back and forth, splashing water as they wrestled. Dylan held one hand protectively over his crotch, making it easy for Corey to grab his head and arms. They spent the rest of the morning wearing themselves out, laughing and roughhousing.
Around mid-day, Dylan had to take a leak and went in the house. Corey stayed in the pool, preferring the cool water over the humid August heat and swam laps. Pushing off the side of the pool, Corey propelled himself through the water quickly as he crossed to the far side and reversed back.
Corey practiced his breast stroke, exercising his muscles hard as he swam . He enjoyed the smell of chlorine in the water, and the way it mixed with the smell of cut grass. After a while, he turned and floated on his back as he watched the clouds pass above him.
It was then that he'd noticed that Dylan hadn't come back out of the house.
Corey climbed out of the pool, and wrapping his towel around his waist, stepped through the sliding glass door into the kitchen.
"Dylan?" Corey called his brother's name, but there was no response.
After searching the downstairs, he headed up to the second floor.
All was silent in the house and Dylan's bedroom door was closed. Corey crept to his brother's door and pressed his ear up against the wood. The room was quiet, aside from a faint rustling noise. Corey slowly reached for the door nob and silently turned the handle. He cracked the door open and peered inside.
Corey's eyes widened at the sight of his naked brother, sprawled out on his bed. Corey held his breath, trying desperately not to make a sound as he watched Dylan thumbing through a magazine with pictures of naked women while tightly gripping his penis in his hand.
Corey cracked the door another inch.
Though he'd seen his brother naked plenty of times while growing up, he never saw him have an erection. A thin trail of dark hair leading down from his navel, fanned out into a lush forest of pubic hair surrounding his manhood.
Dylan's dick was longer and thicker than Corey remembered, pointing straight up at the ceiling. His cock looked shiny, clear liquid dripping from the tip as he ran his hand up and down it's shaft. Below the shaft, two plump testicles dangled heavily just below his ass.
A surge of adrenaline hit Corey's bloodstream as he watched Dylan's hefty low-hangers bouncing around between his legs. They were so big and full, Corey wished he would look like that one day.
Corey slipped through the door into his brother's room as Dylan pumped his dick in a slow, steady rhythm. Covered in sweat, the muscles in his chest extended and contracted. Dylan moaned softly, gripping his penis tightly and threw his head back. Dropping the magazine, Dylan reached down and cradled his testicles, massaging the bulging orbs between his fingers.
Corey snuck closer, stepping over the swimsuit that sat in a wet pile on the floor and stood at the foot of Dylan's bed. The voice of reason in his head told him to get out, but the urge to reach out and bust his brother's big, meaty balls was too much to resist.
Suddenly his hand shot out, and Corey grabbed Dylan's large set and yanked down as hard as he could.
"Shit!" Dylan screamed with surprise. The sharp tug on his nuts pulled him back from his pre-orgasmic bliss. "What the hell are you doing Corey? Get the hell out!"
Frightened by Dylan's outburst, Corey panicked and locked his fingers around Dylan's nutsac and squeezed his beefy balls.
Dylan let out a grunt and his dick began to twitch.
"Please, I'm sorry, I-"
"Just let go of my nuts." Dylan pleaded in a haggard voice. "Please, Corey."
Corey tried to open his fist, but the muscles in his fingers refused to bend. In that moment Corey was struck warmth emanating from Dylan's precious orbs. His silky scrotum almost felt slippery in Corey's hands.
"Shit." Dylan moaned as his little brother tightened his grip on his tender testicles. His rock hard dick began twitching heavily.
Corey continued squishing the contents of Dylan's sac, kneading the older boy's juicy plums sharply between his fingers.
"Oh, shit." Dylan gasped. His breathing had reached a rapid pace and his cock was spasming uncontrollably.
Dylan's body bucked as the orgasm began to build. Corey felt his brother's balls tighten in his sac and glanced up just in time to watch the first jet of cum shoot up into the air.
Dylan groaned as his cock spat spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum like a fountain, splattering his chest and stomach. His dick continued to pulsate, erupting with fresh waves of thick, white spunk.
Corey stared in wonder at the geyser of sperm that erupted out of his brother. By the time it was over, the tension in Dylan's face had disappeared and he looked relaxed.
Dylan exhaled as the last drops of jizz oozed out of his cock.
Corey gave his brother's cum-drained nuts a final squeeze before releasing them.
Dylan groaned, reaching down to massage his shattered jewels.
"I'm sorry." Corey muttered. "Please, don't tell mom."
Dylan shut his eyes and held his aching gonads Corey waited and stared.
Dylan blinked several times.
"It's OK, I won't tell her." Dylan whispered finally, "just leave me alone for little while."
Corey bit his lip, stung by his brother's words. "I really am sorry, Dylan."
"I know, I just want to be alone right now." Dylan groaned.
"OK." Corey stopped at the bedroom door. "You're coming back out, right?"
"Yeah, sure. I'll be there in a little while." Dylan replied.
Dylan watched Corey smile and close the door behind him. He rolled over to his side and loosely fondled his balls, checking for damage. His nuts were sore and swollen, but OK otherwise. After a while the throbbing ceased. He grabbed a dirty t-shirt from the floor and wiped off his stomach and chest.
For a moment Dylan considered telling their mom about Corey, but the idea of telling another living person that he's not only gotten owned, but the cum drained out of his balls by his kid brother was too much for him to stomach. He'd just have to be more careful when he was around Corey.
Climbing out of bed, Dylan pulled on his swim trunks and headed out back to pool where Corey was waiting for him.
- Corey's big brother Dylan is inspired by Dylan Ryan -