Thursday, February 9, 2017

Men of the House - Part VII

This is the next installment of the Men of the House series.  We are introduced to a new set of brothers that will make an appearance in future stories.


Step-Brother Blues

“Since when do you have a black step-brother?” Corey asked, cracking open the can of Coke he’d just been handed.

“Since earlier this summer, actually,” his friend Trevor replied before letting out a long belch that seemed to emanate from his toes.  He motioned to the pair of empty lawn chairs that looked out on to the driveway where they could watch as Corey’s older brother Dylan was shooting hoops with a lanky black teen. From the look of it, the two had already established a good report and were laughing and joking as they played.

“My father married his mom in June and when she moved in, Devon came too.”  Trevor said after taking another pull from his can of soda.

“Oh wow, I didn’t know your dad got married again.  Your step-mom is black?”  Corey sounded surprised. The two had been friends since before middle school, so Corey didn’t bother beating around the bush.

“No, she’s white.  But Devon’s dad is black, so I guess technically he’s only half black,”  Trevor shrugged.

Corey appeared to be lost in concentration as he watched Devon jump in the air for a layup.  His focus was centered on the large, bulge that bounced eagerly between his thighs within the loose confines of his mesh shorts.

“Oh, ok. No worries either way, really, just asking.”  Corey replied vacantly as he continued to stare.  Devon wasn’t wearing a shirt, revealing his lean, muscular chest as he sweat in the mid-day sun.  Even from far away, he seemed tall, well over 6 feet.

“Have you two been getting along?” Corey asked as he continued to stare.

“Yeah man, Trevor’s been real decent to me. I’ve kind of always wanted a big brother, and he’s been pretty chill.” Trevor’s freckled face spread in a wide grin.  “It’s too bad he already graduated high school last year, he could have driven me to school.  Now he’s a freshman at state.”

“Damn, that’s sweet,” Corey replied automatically.  He just couldn’t stop staring at Devon and his impressive groin.

“Gosh, he looks like he might be packing a monster down there in his shorts.  Look at that thing swing when he moves!  He must be slaying those college chicks left and right.” 

Trevor laughed at Corey’s dumbstruck awe.

“I don’t know, actually.  I’ve never seen him all the way naked.” Trevor smirked.

“Come on, you’ve got to be kidding me.  Just look at that thing.  You can see it from here!” Corey shook his empty can at Devon.  “Aren’t black guys supposed to be hung like horses?”

“I don’t know, maybe.”  Trevor shrugged.  “What does it matter?”

“Do I really have to spell it out for you?” Corey looked almost offended.  “The bigger the dick, the cockier a guy acts.  It’s just a fact,” Corey covered his hand over his face and spoke softly.  “It’s great that you two are getting along right now, but he’s just starting college, right?  What do you think will happen when he starts banging chicks and hanging out with college dudes?  In a few months, maybe even a few weeks, Devon’s going to start letting his true nature comes out, and when he does, it’ll be too late!”

“Too late? For what?” Trevor eyed his friend suspiciously. 

“Too late to put him in his place.” Corey smiled.  “I mean come on, look at him.  He’s what, 19, 20?”

“He’s 19.  Birthday’s in November.” Trevor sighed.

“Ok, so he’s got another few years he might grow… which means he might even get bigger!”  Corey whispered in case anyone was eves dropping.  “He’s already a big guy, I mean really, it looks like he’s trying to smuggle a kielbasa in his shorts!”

Trevor shook his head, but his attention was nonetheless drawn to the large nylon-encased mound that shifted heavily between his step-brother’s legs.

“Shit…you really think so?” Recognition of the self-evident fact that his friend was pointing out suddenly registered in his eyes. “Maybe you’re right. What do I do?”

“You’ve got to find a way to humble him.  You don’t want it going to his head just because he’s packing a big shlong.”  Corey shifted in his seat.

“Oh yeah? And how exactly, do I do that!” Trevor snorted.  “Look at him. He’s got to have a good 60-70 pounds on me, plush he’s almost a foot taller.  Plus, he used to wrestle in high school!”

“Relax buddy, relax.  There’s something that will negate all of that.”  Corey smiled, knowing what was about to come.

Trevor shook his head. “Like what? A knife? A gun? I don’t think I can shoot my new step-brother.”

“No, you don’t need any of that.  There’s only one thing you need, well, two actually.  Just go for his balls.”  Corey kept grinning.

At that moment in the driveway, Dylan was going up for a layup at the same time Devon was raising his arms to block.  Unfortunately for Dylan, his timing was off, and before he could shoot the ball, his momentum carried him into Devon - groin first - practically impaling his crotch on to Devon’s elbow.

Dylan gasped and dropped to his knees, cupping his crunched nuts through his nylon basketball shorts. 

Devon stopped guarding immediately and bent down to check on his downed opponent.

“Uh oh, looks like your step-bro just sacked Dylan,” Corey smiled.

“Crap… is he ok?” Trevor asked.

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be fine. Dylan is used to getting his plums plastered, though typically I’m the culprit.” Corey chuckled.

Trevor scoffed, but Corey leaned closer.

“No seriously man, you have to do it.  Bust Devon’s balls,” Corey whispered.  “All you have to do is show him who’s boss, and you can use his own manhood against him to do it!”

Trevor shook his head, but suddenly yelped when when Corey sucker punched him square in the groin.  “Shit man,” he laughed and cupped his crotch.

“See?  You need to do that to your step-brother.  It doesn’t matter that he’s older and bigger than you, his balls are still just as delicate.  Hell, they’re probably even more sensitive on a big hung stud. You could have him eating out of your hand!” Corey smiled eagerly.

“Yeah, maybe…”  Trevor shook his head, “but if you’re wrong, he’s going to beat the crap out of me.”

“He won’t, trust me. I bust Dylan’s balls all the time and he hates it, but that doesn’t stop me.  Just make sure you’re set up to really bust his balls, and he won’t have a chance.”

Trevor was still shaking his head, but didn’t dare say a word as Corey’s brother Dylan came hobbling over with Devon at his side cradling the basketball under his arm.

“Good game?” Trevor asked.

“Yeah, for the most part, I think.  Sorry again Dylan.” Devon said.

Dylan winced and shook his head.

“Hey there, I’m Devon.”  The tall darker boy introduced himself.  He was handsome, with short cut black hair and small, point ears that still made him look a bit boyish.  At 6’ 4’, he towered over Dylan and his frame was long and covered with muscles.

“This is my friend Corey, Dylan's brother.”  Trevor glanced at his friend sideways, trying not to draw attention to the fact that they had both been staring at the older teen’s crotch.

"Yeah I figured. Nice to meet you." Devon dribbled the basketball a few times on the driveway asphalt.

Now that he was only a few feet away, Corey’s suspicions were confirmed.  It looked like Devon had a snake in his shorts.

“You guys interested in playing a game of ball?” Devon asked.

“I think I should probably help get Dylan home, actually.  The poor guy probably needs some ice for his boys.” Corey said with a smirk.

Dylan grunted and nodded as he adjusted the grip on his crotch.

“Trev here is dying to play ball with you, though.”  Corey said as he got up from his seat.  Trevor's opened his mouth to protest.  “I’ll see you fellas later.”

Corey gave Trevor a knowing glance and waved as he led his Dylan away by the elbow.

“Nice meeting you,” Devon called after him.  Then he turned to his step-sibling, “so, you want to play some ball?”

“It’s a little too hot for me right now, actually.  I was going to go inside for a bit and cool off.  Care to join me?” Trevor asked timidly.

“Yeah, I can use a drink.”  Devon replied and followed the younger teen back into the air conditioned house.

The boys got drinks from the kitchen, and after thinking twice about going right back outside, ended up back in their shared bedroom to play xbox.  Prior to Devon and his new step-mom moving in, Trevor had always had the room to himself, but he didn’t mind sharing too much.  Besides, Devon was only around on the weekends while school was in session.

The two played a couple of first person shooters together for a while, but Travis’ heart wasn’t in it.  He was more fixated on working out a plan to carry out his Corey’s suggestion, but how? 

Devon sat on the floor with his legs spread and relaxed, unknowingly giving Trevor easy access to his ample manhood. 

Trevor stole glances at the mound in his shorts and wondered how he might proceed.  Perhaps if he struck fast and hard, Trevor might be able to knock him out of commission.  Then again, if something went wrong, he’d probably find himself in a world of trouble.

Trevor mulled the possibilities over in his mind for a long time before something finally came to him.

“I’m not feeling this anymore,” he said, dropping his controller down to the carpeted floor.

“Yeah, I guess I’m not either.”  Devon shrugged.  He’d finally cooled off and put on a light blue tank top, but his muscled arms were still clearly visible.

Trevor cleared his throat.  It was now or never.  If he didn’t make a move, he’d chicken out.  “You know, I’m considering trying out for wrestling this year.”

“Oh yeah? That’s great.”  Devon nodded.

“Yeah, and, well… I know you used to wrestle, so if you have any pointers you could share, I’d appreciate it.”  The words seemed to tumble out of Trevor’s mouth.

“Oh, why sure. Of course I can.”  Devon’s face seemed to brighten.  “The most important thing is to know what to do when you’re trapped and about to get pinned.  Here, stand up and let me show you.”

Trevor did as he was told and joined his step-brother as the older boy put his arms behind his head. 

“You can put your arms around my chest,” Devon instructed and waited until Trevor was holding his torso. “Now, without using my arms or my legs, I’m going to get out. Ready?”

“Ready,” Trevor replied.  The scent of sweat and musk from the older teen wafted into his nose.

Then, almost before he knew what was happening, Devon managed to twist his body first left, then right before easily breaking free of Trevor’s grip.

“See? It’s easy.”  Devon smiled. 

Trevor didn’t think so, but Devon demonstrated the break again, easily escaping the younger boy’s grasp.

“I don’t know, you are a lot taller than me, I’m not sure if I’m doing it right.”  Trevor shook his head.  The prominent bulge in Devon’s shorts was only a foot away, almost mocking him, begging to be punched or kicked.  A little tap was probably all that was needed to take the big, jock teen down, so what was he waiting for?

“Yeah, I think I see what you mean.  Ok, let’s try something different.”  Devon nodded and bent into a slight crouch.  “I’m going to knock you down and pin you.  You try your best to stop me, ok?”

“Um, ok I guess.”  Taylor scratched his head nervously and crouched down as well.

“Ready?”  Devon asked.

“Yeah, go for it.”  Trevor said and braced himself as Devon’s muscular body crashed into his.  He tried keeping his footing as the two grappled, but in about 10 seconds the younger boy had his back on the floor.

Devon was straddling over Trevor’s chest, with one knee up, and the other on the floor.  “Now, I nearly have you.  The only way for you not to lose is to get out, so what do you do?”

Trevor felt the heat of the older boy’s breath on his face but his eyes were glued to Devon’s crotch.  He was right on top of him, baring down with all his weight.  Luckily for Trevor, Devon liked to wear his boxers as big and loose as his shorts, leaving a wide, open gap of the piping around his leg that allowed Trevor to see right up the leg of his shorts.

Trevor nearly gasped at what he saw.  Most of Devon’s penis was lost in the folds of clothing, but his testicles hung clearly in view at the root of his shaft, swinging heavily like a pair of big, round hickory nuts in a brown leather pouch.

“Come on Trev, think. What can you do to break free?”  Devon pressed, oblivious to the fact that the boy underneath him was checking out his goods.

“I don’t know,” Trevor huffed, his eyes narrowed on the older boy’s dangling basket.

Devon laughed. “Uh oh, better think quick then, cause I’m about to pin you.” 

Devon hadn’t meant to be mean or mocking, but Trevor took the good-natured banter as a put-down and sprung in to action.

“Well, I suppose I can do this!” Trevor, having pushed past any linger doubts, reached up into the older teen’s shorts and grabbed ahold of his precious jewels.

Devon suddenly froze as the younger white boy’s hand gripped his gonads.  His eyes wide with surprise, and all the confidence in his face evaporated.

Trevor was surprised how quickly Devon’s demeanor had shifted.  Maybe Corey had been right after all.  He cradled Devon’s nutsac, playing with its contents and probing them with his fingers.  They were oval shaped like footballs and firm, but slippery in their pouch.

“No Trev, you can’t do that…” Devon stammered as the younger boy started playing with his balls, rolling the fat orbs between his fingers.  His lips curled as Trevor worked his nuts over, twisting and pulling them this way and that.  It wasn’t long before he began to feel queasy. 

Devon tried getting away, but when he tried to stand up Trevor tightened his grip until his legs became wobbly and he couldn’t walk.

“Oh? And why can’t I do this?”  Trevor asked coyly as he continued to mash Dylan’s hapless love spuds.

“Ouch!” Devon coughed, “Because… it’s not legal!  Ungh, God… now stop squeezing my nuts! You’re hurting me!”  Devon cried and tried cupping his groin, but the angle Trevor was holding his balls made it impossible to extricate his manhood.

A hard squeeze sent a shiver down Devon’s spine and he bucked.  “Fuck, no man, please…” he croaked.

Trevor’s head swooned with elation.  Devon was bigger, faster, and stronger than him, but all the muscles in the world couldn’t save him now.  As each second went by,  more and more of Devon’s resolve was stolen away, and replaced with deep, hollow ache that spread from his groin to his stomach.

“My balls…”  Devon’s mouth gaped open and he shook his head, “you’re crushing them…”

Seeing that he had the teenage stud on the ropes, Trevor decided it was time to find out just how much more he could hurt his big step-brother.  With both nuts firmly in his grasp, he pulled down on Devon’s baby-makers and squeezed them as hard as he could.

“Shit… stop it… I swear, if you don’t I’ll…I’ll…” Devon squeaked as his voice became shrill and desperate.

His balls throbbed angrily as Trevor’s fingers dug into them, depressing the beefy nuggets and causing them to flatten. 

Devon howled in pain, unable to cope with the devastation inflicted upon his manhood, he curled up over him in agony. 

Trevor eased up his grip when he saw his step-brother’s head slump down.  Still, he twisted Devon’s nuts a few times just to make sure he was completely out.

Devon grunted, but didn’t stir.

Satisfied, Trevor rolled Devon off him and forced the older boy on to his back.  Devon moaned quietly, but didn’t put up a fight.

“Enough of this over the clothes action, it’s time to find out what you’re packing.”  Trevor pulled the nylon shorts until they were down around Devon’s knees and was suddenly confronted by a thick, 8 inch monster that hung limp over a pair of swollen nuts.

“Damn, looks like someone remembered to eat their Wheaties,” Trevor gasped as he took ahold of the impressive meat-tube and cupped his heavy balls with the other.

Devon groggily began to protest, but firm squeeze to his naked and exposed testicles reminded him that Trevor was in control.

“Jesus, these things feel full.  How often do you jerk off?”  Trevor asked as he slowly rubbed the underside of the teen jock’s shaft.

Devon looked like hew was out of it, his mind too occupied with pain emanating from his aching manhood, but Trevor twisted his nuts until he coerced another response.

“Most days,” Devon eventually spat out.  He coughed, gasping for air, desperate to ease the vice grip on his genitals.

“Ha, can’t say I’m surprised,” Trevor laughed wryly.  He began alternating his grip between gently kneading and crushing the dense orbs in the older boy’s sac.  He liked the silly faces Devon made when he turned up the pressure and wondered how he might get him to make more.

Then, he was struck with a wicked idea.

“You sure are packing a lot of heat down here, Dev,” Trevor said as he slowly switched his grip so he was now holding Devon’s immense penis too. “I bet your nuts could use a release.”

Devon squirmed at the touch, but there was nothing he could do to get away from Trevor.

“Relax bro, just relax.  I’m just trying to make you feel good.” Trevor said calmly as he slowly pumped Devon’s shaft.

“What!?” Devon’s voice cracked into a higher octave as if he were re-entering puberty. “Oh, hell no... please... stop...”

Once more Devon tried fighting back, unfortunately for him, Trevor had done such a number on his balls that all his strength and will to fight had been squeezed out of him.  Instead, he watched helplessly as his younger step-brother had his way with him, jerking him off as he slowly ground his tender testes into mush.

Several of minutes of silence past between them as Trevor worked the 19 year-old’s manhood. 

Though it was obvious that Devon was an unwilling participant, Trevor couldn’t help but feel like this was somehow helping them bond.  It certainly was an odd looking scene, considering Trevor was a small, skinny white kid holding down a big, powerful black teen as he slowly and methodically jerked him off.  In a way, it made them feel  closer to each other than any point before, something so close and intimate, almost like they were actual brothers.

“Come on Dev, there’s no point fighting it.  I can feel you getting hard.”

Devon bit his lip and gasped when he looked down to see his dick jutting up defiantly.  “Oh, no. Please, don’t…”

“Oh, yes!  You can feel it too, can’t you? You’re going to cum soon.” Trevor pressed. His hand became slick with precum as it glided along the older boy’s stiff member. 

If it was impressive when soft, Devon’s cock was magnificent when it was erect.  It must have been at least 9-10 inches long, the shaft thick and veiny, and the head flared and shiny. Trevor tried to imagine all the girls he’d drilled with his tool, and all the college chicks yet to come. 

That is, of course, that was if Devon still had a sex life when he was done with him.  How much would it take to crack his precious stud eggs, permanently?  Not much, Trevor reasoned as he squashed the older’ teen’s delicate testes. 

Devon’s handsome features were contorted in a mixture of pain and confusion. 

“Your balls look so sore and tender, I bet they can’t wait to pump their load out.  All that grinding and squeezing must really be making them feel sore now.”  Trevor smiled as he crushed the plump orbs against one another.

Devon winced and began panting as his dick pulsated.  He shook his head in frustration.

“That’s it, just a little bit more.  Another few seconds and you won’t be able to stop yourself from busting that nut.” Trevor grinned as he turned his full attention to Devon’s rigid pole, stroking it with both hands, leaving his big, brown balls to bounce ponderously in their sac.

Devon moaned, though it was unclear whether it was from the pain, embarrassment, or pleasure.  Perhaps it was some combination of all three.  His dick became even harder and pointed up at the ceiling as the climax grew within him.

Devon began to moan, gently at first, but it  gradually became louder as the pressure in his loins grew. 

“No don’t, you’ve already done enough… please, please don’t make me cum.”  Devon begged, but it was already too late.

His phallus was pulsating, eager to release it’s load. Then, when he couldn’t hold back another second, his dick coughed out a thick rope of baby-batter that splashed against his muscular abs.

“Oh, fuck…” Devon groaned in horror.

Trevor kept stroking and watched Devon’s testicles churn and contract as his dick kept pumping out more and more white sludge. After more than a dozen healthy surges, Devon was spent but his balls looked just as fat and bloated as ever.

“Looks like you enjoyed yourself after all.”  Trevor smiled, grabbing Devon’s ballsac and squeezing the juicy plums within.

Devon moaned as dull ball ache cut right through the afterglow of his orgasm.  “Fuck… stop it, you made your point,” he groaned.

Trevor nodded, but only squeezed Devon’s bull nuts harder and watched with glee as his dick whither and softened like a limp noodle.

Devon’s eyebrows arched and his lips twisted in pain. 

Trevor kept squeezing, grinding his step-brother’s meaty balls nearly to the point of no return until finally he was rewarded with three short surges of white cream that leaked out of Devon’s soft dick onto to his thigh.

Trevor hefted Devon’s spent scrotum in his hand and felt the orbs within.  “That’s it, I think they’re empty now. But I’ll check back tomorrow to make sure they stay that way.”

Devon gurgled something incomprehensible.

“Don’t worry bro, I’m lookin’ out for you.”  Trevor smirked and backhanded Devon square in the nuts with a loud ‘SMACK.’

Devon grunted in pain and rolled on his side, still covered in his own spunk and softly cried.

- Devon is based on the model Brandon Foster from Randy Blue. -


Lenny Bennu said...

Great story, man! Always love to see a new story on this blog, and I have not been disappointed yet!

bbmal said...

Thanks Lenny! Much appreciated!

Jimmy said...


I am so happy to reading more adventures of our favorite brotherly duo. This was such a welcome event to occur! Cory continues to create new busters wherever he goes. I'm sure his friend Trevor will adventually feel Corys grip. I'm surprised that Cory did not show up to bust Devon! However I'm sure that Cory will get his hands full of balls soon enough. Maybe he even helped his brother Dylan ice his nuts, or give him something to really want to ice them for.

Great story as always and I cannot wait to see what comes next!



Jimmy said...

Also Incannot wait to see what Alex thinks of your story. He's going to be so happy!

bbmal said...

Thanks so much Jimmy! I'm really glad you liked it! I like how Cory's character is developing...not only does he bust his big brother Dylan, he masterminds having his friends bust their big brothers too! I think Cory is very open minded about busting any pair of balls that come near him, which is why over the course of the Men of the House series you see him bust practically every male he comes in contact with (in fact, he already got Trevor once in this story - if only to make his point stronger). The only guy he's met that he hasn't busted is Devon... at least, not yet. But you'd be wise to suspect that eventually he'll get his turn at cracking that dark teen's hickory nuts for himself!

And yes, the implication was that Corey was going to help Dylan home to ice his nuts... and based on what we've seen him do, more. I like hinting at the fact that Corey is constantly busting poor Dylan, even though we don't get to always see it. Poor guy. If his brother ever has kids, they're going to come out cross-eyed!

Thanks again!

Alex said...

That was awesome! Thanks for another great story! Devon is a great new character, btw, and I hope we'll see more of him... :-))

bbmal said...

Thanks Alex! I like him too! You'll certainly read more stories with him in the future.

Anonymous said...

Great story man. Trevor took a little convincing, but he wasn't shy for long! Glad to see some black balls finally getting busted on your blog. We should have equal opportunities for a good racking.

Anonymous said...

Wow, Men of the House serie is back to greatness and hornyness, congrats for the story! It seems Corey is starting a revolution of skinny twinks against cocky-hung-beefy relatives, that's HOT!!!

Another suggestion for new story: Trevor stops by Corey's place to pick him up but there's only Dylan at home, who opens the door and invite him to come in. While Trevor is waiting for his friend at the living room and Dylan is taking a shower in the bathroom, he can't help but thinking about what Corey said: "Dylan is used to getting his plums plastered, though typically I’m the culprit..."


Looking forward to hearing the next chapter of this hot story!!!

bbmal said...

Thanks for the accolades guys!

I like the suggestion about Trevor going to Corey and Dylan's house... so are you suggesting Trevor busts Dylan's balls in Corey's absence? I'm sure Corey wouldn't appreciate that! He might want to get even with Trevor... either by directly busting him, or his step-bro Devon.

Anonymous said...

Indeed! Trevor should practice his ballbusting skills with Dylan! And of course none of them would be interested in Corey finding it out... ;)

Jimmy said...

I would love to see a showdown between Trevor and Corey. The apprentice versus the master. That would also be fun.

BB Suzie said...

hello BB Tales!

I love your stories and they have inspired me to create and write my own f/m stories.

I hope you can check it out :)

Anonymous said...


Anonymous said...

It’s been literally more than a year -_- we want more dude

Jimmy said...

I know, we all want more stories made by the amazing Bbmal, and hopefully we will hear more in the future. We are lucky that so many great ones have been written and rereading is always fun.

It takes a lot of creative energy to write great stories, along with time, effort and sacrificing other endeavors.

Thank you for all that you have done, and when you are ready to return we will be here waiting.



Anonymous said...

It is unfortunately, a distinct possibility that bbmal is dead. Hopefully I'm terribly wrong and there will be a thrilling part VIII.

Anonymous said...

I was afraid to announce this possibility, but with the ever increasing hiatus and no sign of activity, it does appear to be what most likely happened.

Anonymous said...

hi please work with us and enjoy. show your ability

Anonymous said...

named bbmal, activity in 2020, so hopefully not dead