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.

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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. -

Men of the House - Part VI

This is a wonderful Men of the House story submitted by Melvilleh.  It sticks with Corey and his friend Jake, and fits in perfectly with the series.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

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Corey’s Wrestling Gambit

“It looks fine. I don’t see what the big deal is.”

Corey was leaning back in a bean bag chair drinking a Coke and pretending to look very bored.

“I think maybe coach gave me the wrong size. This feels a little tight.”

Corey’s best bud and next door neighbor Jake was stretching out on the workout mat in Corey’s basement rec room. He was trying to convince his friend to lift weights with him after school since he was going to try out for the wrestling team next week. He turned around and Corey nearly spit out his soda trying to keep from laughing. The sheer wrestling uniform looked like it had been handed down for several years worth of JV squads, and it clung to him like a second skin. To make matters more, umm, obvious, Jake apparently didn't realize that most guys wear a jock under their uniform to keep their equipment in place. The yellow spandex left nothing to the imagination, and Corey could see every inch of Jake’s teen manhood from all the way across the room. Jake was scanning his reflection in the mirror and pulled uncomfortably at the fabric around his crotch. He was a handsome young man with short black hair, clear skin, and bright brown eyes. He was definitely stud material like his older brother Alex, but right now he was feeling self-conscious.

Corey eventually stopped coughing on his soda and tried to keep a straight face. “Pretty sure it’s supposed to be tight. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

Jake turned back to his friend, blushing shyly. “I’m just thinking that girls go to the matches, you know? It feels kind of revealing.”

Corey pretended to be surprised and squinted, taking in an eyeful of Jake’s bulging crotch. “I can’t really see much from over here. But maybe if you grow a bit by time the season starts…”

Jake scowled and laid down on the bench press. “Whatever, dude. Practice starts tomorrow, so you should get some reps in too.”

Corey popped a video game into the X-Box. “I changed my mind. I don’t feel like trying out. Wrestling is a pussy sport.”

Jake sat up quickly and stared at his friend incredulously. “What do you mean you don't feel like it? Wrestlers are better conditioned than any other sport. Even the lightest weight guy on the varsity team would wipe the floor with you.”

Corey’s eyes were glued to the game, like he was only half paying attention. “You couldn’t. And that uniform looks ridiculous. I didn't want to tell you before.”

“The fuck I couldn’t!” Jake stomped over and stood blocking the TV, feeling very offended. He was the star of the JV soccer team and had always been a more natural athlete than his friend. But Corey was the clever one and somehow always found a way to get him worked up or in trouble. Nevertheless, he preferred to have his best friend try out for the team with him.

“C’mon,” Jake wined, “My brother was on the team when he was in high school, I’ll show you some moves before the tryouts.”

“…” Corey was ignoring him and craning his neck to see his game.

“Corey…”

“…”

Jake grabbed the controller out of Corey’s hands and tossed it away. He stared down at his friend, who had immediately begun pouting. “Alright, let’s make a deal. We wrestle, and if I pin you in a fair…uuuuugggghhhh!”

The rest of his macho challenge was cut off as Corey’s palm lashed out and smacked the bulge in his uniform. Quick as lightening, his bare foot followed, smushing Jake’s nads and lifting him slightly up off his feet. His eyes bulged and he made a small squeaking sound in the back of his throat. Then he tumbled forward and rolled onto his side, moaning and massaging his sore testicles through the sheer singlet.

“You bitch! I said a FAIR match!” He rolled around on the floor, kicking his feet and trying to find relief for his aching jewels. He should have known Corey well enough to stay on his guard.

“Ok,” Corey said, retrieving the controller and resuming his video game. “Go see if Dylan wants to be the ref.” Jake scowled at him and grunted his agreement.

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Dylan had been in his room working on homework, and at first he had been bemused by the request to ref a wrestling match between his bro and his buddy. But he decided that he could use a break, and anyway he sucked at calculus. Corey’s friend from next door seemed to be taking the whole thing a little too seriously, though. He kept going on about different kinds of holds, and he was even wearing a singlet.

“I’ve got it, I’ve got it. Corey and I used to watch wrestling on TV, no worries,” Dylan said.

Jake objected, “That’s not real wrestling. This is like in the Olympics.”

Dylan laughed and looked around the rec room comically. “This is NOT like in the Olympics.”

“How about you can wrestle how you want, and I will wrestle how I want,” Corey suggested, glancing sideways at Jake’s obvious bulge.

Jake protested and looked seriously at Dylan. “And no hits below the belt.”

Dylan raised his eyebrows, suddenly understanding why Corey’s friend wanted a referee. He loved his little bro, but Corey could be brutal when it came to other guys’ junk. Dylan’s balls contracted a little just thinking about it. As a matter of fact, he noticed that Corey’s friend was already walking gingerly and looking a little green…

“Absolutely not,” Dylan agreed. “Only a fair fight in my ring. Or mat? Or whatever this is.”

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The boys faced each other, waiting for the signal. Jake’s wiry, athletic build filled out his uniform nicely, and his olive skin looked great with the school’s bright yellow colors. He was concentrating and tried to look intimidating. Corey on the other hand was slouching in jeans and a skate tee shirt, but Dylan had made him remove his shoes. His bangs fell almost over his eyes. To the casual observer he looked bored, but his alert eyes occasionally darted to his buddy’s spandex-clad groin; Jake’s manhood was clearly defined and vulnerable. Corey smiled.

On Dylan’s cue, the contestants locked arms and Corey was almost immediately tackled to the floor. As promised Jake knew a few moves and was naturally light on his feet. In a matter of seconds he had twisted Corey’s arm behind his back and pressed his face into the floor. He applied pressure to the arm trying to flip Corey for the pin. For his part Corey resisted and grunted in pain and annoyance, trying every way possible to squirm out of the hold. Eventually Dylan called a stalemate and Jake popped up to his feet looking quite pleased with himself. He pointed to the floor indicating that Corey had to start in the bottom position. Corey started on hands and knees while Jake reached around him waiting for the start. On Dylan’s command, they grappled again, Jake remaining in control and leveraging Corey back down to the mat. With his arm trapped behind him in the hold, Corey casually felt around until his fingers grazed the bulge in Jake’s singlet. He ran the palm of his hand over Jake’s warm shaft and lightly drummed his fingertips on his jewels. Jake immediately froze, sensing danger. He awkwardly untangled the hold and hopped away, tripping in the process. Corey took advantage of the situation and jumped on his back, copying the arm bar hold that had just been used on him.

Corey knew well that his brother Dylan hated to see guys take one in the balls, so there was no way that he could beat Jake his way. But if that little grope was enough to get him flustered, this was match was going to be easy regardless. He maneuvered behind his friend, who was trying to rise out the start position on his hands and knees. Dylan was staying close, so he know he had to be very subtle. Corey leaned forward, trapping one of Jakes legs and keeping him off balance. While Dylan observed from above, Corey reached down between Jake’s spread knees and positioned his arm for a lift. But before executing the move, he closed his grip loosely around his friend’s meaty balls, hefting them through the thin fabric. He never squeezed, just let Jake know that he was there. Jake felt the grip on his prized possessions and yelped, panicking and jolting to get out of the hold. In no time Corey had his shoulders pinned to the mat. Jake kicked desperately and bridged to get out while Dylan scooted around to see the pin from every angle. Corey  looked down at his struggling friend and smirked; he reached back and ran his fingers slowly toward Jake’s flopping bulge to give him an appreciative squeeze, waiting for Dylan to call the pin.

Unfortunately for Corey, his strategy did not account for the adrenaline rush that his friend would get from the prospect of getting his testicles grabbed again. Jake bucked wildly and toppled out of the hold, knocking Corey to the floor before Dylan could count the pin. Jake’s wrestling instincts took over, and he leapt on top, quickly immobilizing Corey with a grapevine pin. With his head locked and his legs spread too wide for leverage, defeat was inevitable. Corey was about to give up the struggle when he felt an explosion of pain like he had never felt before. Jake had taken a page out of his friend’s book and reached back between Corey’s spread legs, pounding his fist like a hammer into the bulge in his jeans. Corey didn't know which was worse: the pain or getting beaten at his own game. The breath left his lungs and he quit resisting as his shoulders were pinned to the mat. He waited for Dylan to count the pin. But it never came.

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“Hey, what the fuck, man? I said no low blows!” Dylan had seen the unfair move and angrily pulled Jake off of his brother, who was still frozen in pain. “Corey, are you ok?” Corey’s hands slowly moved to his aching groin while he heard his brother tearing into Jake.

Jake put his hands up, protesting his innocence and hoping to finish the match, but Dylan would have none of it. Corey turned to watch as Jake shrugged his shoulders and casually lifted his foot into Dylan’s crotch, his surprise attack catching him full force. He saw his brother’s shocked look, then saw the pain wash over his face as he tumbled to his knees rolled on to his back, cupping his nuts and groaning. Jake’s cocky attitude was on full display and he gloated, “Man, that was easy. If you’re gonna play, you've got to play to win.”

Jake seemed satisfied that Dylan would not interfere in the match any more and turned back to Corey to finish what he started. He saw Corey still on his hands and knees, pathetically whining about his nuts, just like his brother. What a bitch, he chuckled. What Jake did not see as he walked over was the look of outrage in Corey’s eyes. Outrage that anyone—anyone other than him, of course—would sucker kick his brother in the balls. He gathered his rage as Jake sauntered over and directed it into a massive uppercut. Corey’s punch connected with with a splat, massacring both of Jake’s defenseless balls. He could actually see, as if in slow motion, his lycra clad bulge shift and smash off his fist. Jake was stunned but remained standing on shaking legs, then he slowly bent over as the pain crashed through his guts. Corey straightened him back up and spun him around so that he was facing Dylan before driving another uppercut between his legs from behind, wrecking his balls a second time.

Jake stumbled a few steps toward where Dylan was lying, his hands slowly moving to cover his groin. He was still standing, but he was a mess. Despite his own pain, Corey found himself smiling broadly and bounced to his feet cheerfully. He walked up behind Jake and put his arm around his buddy’s shoulders. The pain had put Jake totally out of it; his eyes were glassy and his mouth hung slightly open. He swayed slightly.

“Cheaters never win, buddy.” He ran his hand down Jake’s opposite side, drumming his fingers on his hip. His hand glided over the other boy’s abs and his fingers brushed across his cock, which was resting sideways in his singlet. He traced the shaft with his thumb, and Jake responded involuntarily, his breath hitched in his throat while his cock plumped up. Jake’s equipment was no match for his older brother Dylan’s, but Corey still found it fascinating to feel up the teen stud.

“Plus I told you before not to mess with my brother. That was a cheap shot.” Corey’s exploring hand traveled south, groping Jake’s warm sac, hefting his warm testicles. Jake’s knew the danger he was in and his eyes were wide with fear, but the shots to his nuts had sent pain shooting down his legs, paralyzing him and leaving him helpless against Corey’s groping.

“You should say sorry.” Corey applied pressure, slowly grinding his nuts against one another. Jake felt sick, and his mind was blank except for the pain radiating from his groin. “You should say sorry,” Corey repeated, sharply pinching the tip of his hardening dick and bringing tears to his eyes. Jake yelped like an injured puppy and stuttered, “I’m sorry Dylan, I’m sorry I’m sorry.”

Corey pulled away and patted him on the back, smiling. Dylan was still lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. “All good,” he said in a hoarse voice. Confirming that Dylan was still not looking at them, Corey went back to one knee behind Jake and lined him up for the knockout. Jake was swaying with this legs slightly spread, his bulge visible between the globes of his athletic ass. The uppercut was devastating, sinking into his defenseless balls and crunching them into his pelvis. The wrestler’s eyes lost focus and crossed comically, and he pitched forward, landing face down.

Fortunately for Jake, he did not face-plant into the floor, and his impact was cushioned by something soft. Unfortunately for Dylan that something soft belonged to him: Jake crashed head-first between his spread legs, effectively head butting his balls into the floor. Dylan shrieked and collapsed back against the floor as Jake’s head remained pinned to his crotch.

“Hey!” Corey clicked his tongue disapprovingly at Jake, whose head was still between Dylan’s legs. “I told you to leave him alone.” Corey pulled on Jake’s shoulder, rolling him on to his back. Dylan sighed in relief and cupped himself, closing his eyes to block out the pain. Corey gently patted him on the shoulder. “Hey Dylan.” No response. “Hey Dylan, c’mon!” The older teen opened one eye and squinted at his grinning sibling. “I’m winning! I’m willing! Will you still be the ref?” Dylan looked incredulous. Nevertheless he chuckled as Corey jumped on top of Jake and hooked his leg pro wrestling style. Despite his sore nuts, Dylan rolled on to his stomach and slapped the floor three times and announced Corey as the winner. He noticed how Jake appeared to be out of it, and raised his eyebrows questioningly.

“Don’t worry about him,” Corey said, nudging Jake with his foot. The beaten teen groaned incoherently. “He’s just a sore loser. We were just gonna play video games unless you want to wrestle some more?”

Apparently more wrestling did not sound appealing to Dylan, who limped quickly across the room and seemed eager to make his exit before his nads encountered any more accidents. “No thanks, I’ve got a ton of calculus. Don’t forget your homework, Corey.” He shut the door quickly behind him.

Corey sighed in disappointment that the fun was over. Turning around, he glanced down at Jake, who was beginning to come around but had clearly been knocked down a few pegs. “You ok?” he asked. Jake mumbled something into the carpet and Corey used his foot to roll him on to his back. The shiny singlet clung to his sweaty torso, and his semi boner was clearly outlined against his lean abs. Corey shook his head. Jake was his very best friend, but he sure could be a dumb jock sometimes. The image reminded Corey of a movie scene he had reprised with Dylan on his last birthday.

“Hey Jake, I thought of a move I still want to practice.”

“Hmm?”

“I learned it from a movie,” he explained cheerfully, grabbling the other boy’s ankles and lifting his legs off the floor.

Jake already felt very vulnerable with his legs spread and clad only in his tight singlet, but he had only a vague idea of what Corey had in mind. Then he remembered seeing his brother Alex in a similar situation. When Alex visited a few months ago, Jake thought it would be funny to solicit Corey’s help to beat him down. Corey had ended up stomping a load out of Alex’s balls, and they had high-fived when Alex creamed all over himself like a loser. Now that Jake found himself in the exact same position as his brother, he doubted it would be so funny this time. His eyes went wide and he protested in a husky voice, “Wait, Corey, don’t man!”

He barely had time to raise his hands before Corey’s bare foot crashed down, mashing his nads while pulling on his legs for extra leverage. The lycra did just enough to hold his balls in place, and each time one of his prized jewels popped out from below Corey’s heel, he shifted his foot and ground it back into his pelvis again. The pain was sickening and he was helpless even to close his legs. Corey eased eventually up but his foot remained on his junk.

Jake felt his toes wiggle on the shaft of his cock and silently prayed that he wouldn’t get hard. Unfortunately, Corey always seemed to catch him in a compromised position and try as he might, his cock thickened and tented his yellow singlet. He felt Corey’s big toe trace the underside of his shaft all the way to the tip, and his breath left him panting and shaking. Corey dug his heel back into his nuts, rolling them from his taint and over his bone, the leaden pain sapping his remaining resistance.

Fuck. His whole mind was in his groin, where every inch of his manhood was getting owned by his best friend. The damp spot at the tip of his cock spread as Corey jacked him between his toes. He remembered Corey doing that to his brother, too, and the pathetic faces that Alex made.

He opened his mouth to beg one last time just as he lost all control and his throbbing cock exploded, squirting his creamy cum all over his abs inside his singlet. The lycra was glued to his body with sweat and cum, and he twitched and writhed on the floor as Corey’s toes ran over his sensitive tip, milking every last drop.

Corey watched with interest as the last drops of cum oozed onto Jake’s abs, his bright uniform now darkened with a large sticky stain over the front. “That was rad,” he said, gently releasing  his friends legs, wiping the cum from the bottom of his foot on Jake’s thigh. “Ha! You shot more than your brother Alex!” The beaten teen had his eyes tightly shut, and his cheeks were flushed. His heavy breathing slowed and returned to normal; he was totally spent.

“What do you want?” Jake asked after a few minutes. His eyes were still closed, but he knew Corey was staring at him.

“Do you want to play video games now?” Corey asked. Jake blinked and looked around as if to make sure he had heard correctly. Corey stared at him impatiently.

“Uuuhh, sure,” he replied, grimacing as he sat up. The feeling of cold jizz against his chest made him shiver. “Maybe I should take a shower first.” Corey offered a hand and pulled his friend to his feet. Jake reached down and adjusted his singlet,  strangely modest despite the recent events. “Be back in a sec.”

Corey watched his buddy’s round ass as he walked to the door, limping and cupping his junk. He went back to his bean bag and turned his game back on. Their match had only been a fifteen minute delay, so he hoped they could beat the next level before dinner.

- Jake in his wrestling singlet. -

Men of the House - Part V

After much adieu, the next installment of the Men of the House series is finally here!  In this story, the plot follows Corey and his best friend Jake in the aftermath of an altercation that occurred a few weeks earlier (you can check that story out here).  Enjoy!

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Turning the Tables on Corey

Jake watched his reflection in the bathroom mirror staring back at him as he brushed his teeth.  Steam from the shower had already fogged around the edges, and slowly were making there way inward, closing around his reflection.   He was a good looking kid, a tall, lean 14 year-old teenager with a somewhat muscular physique for his age.  His olive skin was matched by his jet black hair, which jutted out over his forehead to a point. 

Jake paused and glanced through the opening of the shower curtain and watched as Corey lathered up his bar of soap and began to scrub his chest and arms.  Sleepovers were a common enough thing between them, even on school nights, but on this night, Jake was resolved to get revenge on his friend.

A couple weeks earlier, Jake’s older brother Alex had been home visiting from college. Jake and Alex’s relationship had always been wrought with some degree of tension, and so at Corey’s suggestion, the two teens conspired to knock Alex down a few pegs.  The initial phase of their plan went off without a hitch, and they counteracted Alex’s larger size and strength by using teamwork and focusing on immobilizing him with a series of well-aimed crotch-shots.  Then, once he was down, Corey went in for the kill and worked poor Alex’s gonads over hard, and forced a big load of cream out of the college stud. 

Then, before Jake even got to take his turn, his younger sister Laura stuck her nose in and derailed the whole thing.  A fight broke out between Jake and Laura, and out of no where, she floored him with a mean little sucker-punch that drilled him square in the nuts. 

If that hadn’t been enough he was betrayed when, at Corey’s urging, Laura was coached in to stripping him, and proceeded to squeeze and twist on his balls so hard she actually busted a load out of him too!

After that day, neither of them spoke about what had happened, or the role Corey had taken in helping Laura to bust his balls.  Jake simply waited, biding his time until he could return the favor…

…and the time had come tonight.

Jake finished at the sink and left the bathroom so Corey could dry off after the shower in privacy.  On the way back to Corey’s room, he bumped in to his friend’s older brother, Dylan. 

“Sup, bro?”  Jake grinned.

Dylan shrugged, “Same old, same old.” 

Dylan was tall, and lean, and handsome, towering over Jake by a good six inches.  He was a nice guy all around, and even though he was older, the 18 year old treated Corey like he was his best friend.  Jake had often wished his relationship was half as good with his brother Alex, or even Laura for that matter, but then that had never been the case.

“Hey, I heard you got hurt earlier, I hope you’re feeling better.”  Jake said seriously.

Dylan looked perplexed.  “What do you mean?  I’m not hurt.”

Jake shrugged, “Oh, my mistake…”

Then suddenly, his arm whipped out like a cobra and the back of his hand smacked flush against the fat bulge in Dylan’s shorts.

Dylan’s eyes crossed and his knees knocked together as he cringed in pain and shock. 

“Shit, man…” he grunted, cupping his injured jewels.

“Sorry- I must have screwed up on the timing.  Now I hope you feel better!” Jake smiled, patting Dylan on the head as he passed.  Dylan only grunted in response as he stood fixed in the hallway, gripping his aching manhood.

Jake walked back to Corey’s room and a few minutes later Corey returned, his hair still damp from the shower, and the two boys climbed in to his bed together.  It was warm, so they chose to sleep in only their underwear.  They stayed up for a few minutes, watching a couple of youtube videos on Jake’s iPad before turning in.  It had been a long day for both of them, but despite how tired he was feeling, Jake remained awake and waited for his friend to fall asleep.

Jake dozed on and off as he waited.  Finally, after about 40 minutes, he heard the steady rhythm of Corey’s breathing, telling him his friend was asleep.  Jake listened for a few more minutes, just to make sure.

Carefully, be began to creep closer toward his friend’s sleeping form until he was just beside him, peeling back the sheets and blankets one layer at a time like the veil on a bride's wedding day.  When he was done, Corey was stripped bare, lying on his back with only a flimsy pair of checkered boxers separating Jake from his intended targets.

Jake started at his friend’s boxer-draped bulge and felt his heart skip a beat.  He breathed in slowly, savoring the excitement and anticipation of the moment.

Then he went for it.

Jake slid his hands up Corey’s thighs, plunging them up in to his boxer shorts and seized his sleeping friend’s manhood.  He’d actually expected Corey to wake up immediately at the sudden invasion and he was ready, but Corey continued snoring silently as Jake rummaged around inside his underwear. 

Jake felt the warmth of Corey's sac rub up against his skin as he explored his friend, cupping the plump orbs in the palm of his hand while tracing his fingers down Corey's semi-hard shaft.  The teenage cock stirred almost immediately at the sudden stimulation and pulsed gently against Jake’s wrist. 

At this rate, milking a load out of his friend was going to be child’s play.

Corey began to stir in his sleep, suddenly aware of the intrusion into his underwear, his eyes snapped open mid snore and found his friend Jake staring back at him.

“Dude, what the hell?”

“Shush,”  Jake whispered as he tightened his grip on Corey’s nuts, “you’re not going anywhere.  This is payback for that little episode between you, me, and my sister a few weeks ago.  Now just lie back and take your punishment like a man.”

Jake emphasized his point by giving Corey’s balls a hard, long squeeze.

“The hell I am,” Corey grunted, but Jake had a dead-lock on him and was grinding down on his testicles without mercy.  A full minute didn’t even go by before all the fight was squeezed out of him, and Corey waved his hands in submission.

“Ok, ok.  Take it easy bro, fuck.”  Corey croaked.  He let out a sigh as he felt Jake’s grip slacken and he let his head fall back on to his pillow.  

Jake grinned and proceeded to rub the contents of his friend’s sac roughly between his fingers as Corey’s dick began to rise.

Corey let out an involuntary moan.  “Shit, I think I may have taught you too well,” he whispered.

Jake nodded.  “Maybe.  I guess you should think about that the next time you think about ganging up on me with my sister,” Jake said, as he began slapping his friend in the sac.  The two round orbs inside jiggled with each impact, absorbing blow after blow as Corey grunted in protest.

Despite the obvious pain he was experiencing, Corey’s prick continued to grow until it slipped free of his boxers and pointed straight up at the ceiling.

Jake could tell by the look on his friend’s face, it wouldn’t take long to make Corey pop.

“You know, these aren’t the first set of the Johnson’s family jewels I’ve gotten my hands on tonight.  I nutted your brother earlier tonight on the way back from the bathroom.  I hit him so hard, he couldn’t even speak.”

Corey’s eyes widened at the mention of his brother.  His breath became ragged as Jake locked his finger and thumb around the neck of his scrotum and yanked down on his balls.

Jake noticed Corey’s reaction.  “I think it’s only fair that I get to bust your brother, after what you did to mine.  In fact, after I’m done with you, I might go sneak in to Dylan’s room and bust a load out of him too.”

Corey shook his head vigorously, but the thought of his best friend busting his brother, who he dearly loved, and milking a load out of him turned Corey on so much, he couldn’t help himself.

The reverberations coursing through Corey’s cock swelled up in to a tempest, spasming uncontrollably as cum erupted from its head and spilled on to his chest.

Corey moaned as Jake dug his fingers down deep in to his balls, squeezing out more and more of the precious spunk.

When it was over, both boys were left panting and sweaty.

“Shit dude, that was pretty awesome.”  Jake grinned wickedly as he stared at the huge splotches of jizz on his friend’s chest.  “I wonder if I’ll be able to get your big bro Dylan to shoot so much.”

At the mention of his brother, Corey’s expression shifted.  “You’re not seriously going to try get him too!  You can’t!  His balls are mi… uhhh, I mean he’s my brother!”

Jake scoffed.  “Ha, oh yeah?  And just how do you think you’re going to stop me?  You’re hardly in any shape to fight me.  I mean just look at you, lying there in a puddle of your own spunk.  And don’t forget, I still own your ass, remember?”  Jake said with a great deal of bravado as he climbed up and straddled Corey’s chest, shoving his crotch in to his friend’s face as he reached back and grabbed Corey’s sore, empty nuts.

Corey groaned, feeling his nuts get crushed against Jake’s firm grip as he stared directly at his friend’s tightly bulging boxer briefs.  Jake was clearly getting off on this, his erection was throbbing so hard against his underwear, it looked like his dick was trying to burst out.

It was now or never. 

Corey knew if he didn’t act fast, there’d be no stopping Jake.  Staring directly at the throbbing mass in his friend’s tightly packed cotton bulge, he lurched forward, smashing his forehead directly between Jake’s spread legs.

Jake let out a grunt as his dick and balls were bashed against his pelvis, looking rather stunned.  Seeing that he’d caught his friend off guard, Corey rammed his cranium home again and again, squashing Jake’s tender orbs repeatedly.

“Ouch!  Stop it, that really hurts!”  Jake cried, rearing back.

Corey pressed on, lunging forward once more, only this time with his mouth wide open.

Jake suddenly howled in pain as Corey’s mouth engulfed the cotton pouch containing his twin orbs and started clamping down with his teeth.  Unable to do anything to stop the onslaught, Jake could only whimper as Corey’s powerful jaw mashed Jake’s poor baby-makers against his incisors.

By the time Corey finally stopped, Jake was speechless and moaned pitifully as he fell over on his side, worn and beaten.

With Jake knocked out of commission, now it was Corey’s turn to have some fun.

He started by stripping off Jake’s undies only to discover a bright red pair of balls at the base of his erect cock.  Corey fondled the bruised orbs, noting the marks left behind by his teeth. 

“Please don’t… I don’t think I can take anymore.”  Jake groaned, fearing the retribution that was sure to come.

Corey grinned back at his friend as he continued to gently rub and tug on Jake’s tender plums. Then, without warning, he bent forward and swallowed the top half of Jake’s penis, plunging his head up and down in long, steady motions.

Jake gasped in shock.  “What are you doing?  Stop that!” 

Despite his protests, Corey felt Jake’s hips begin to thrust in to him as he got more and more in to it. 

A couple minutes more went by before a moan escaped Jake’s open mouth.

“Shit dude, I really need to cum.  My balls are so sensitive right now!”  Jake whispered with a euphoric look on his face.

Corey’s mouth made a slurping noise as he pulled back and let Jake’s cock smack wetly against his abdomen.  Jake opened his eyes to find his friend grinning back at him.  “Why are you stopping?”

“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easy, did you?”  Corey smiled and quick as a wink, drove an uppercut right up in to Jake’s waiting ballsac. 

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In the room next-door , Corey’s older brother Dylan was leafing through 500-page SAT Prep book he’d picked up earlier that day.  He’d planned to just go through the introductory chapter before turning in, and he had his Godsmack playlist running on random just to produce some upbeat white noise. 

Just then, Jake’s blood-curdling scream rang out, cutting through the din of heavy metal and pierced Dylan’s ears.  Dylan jumped at the sound, which somehow seemed familiar…

In the confusion of the moment, Dylan turned his head too quickly and managed to crack his skull hard against the thick, wooden corner post of his bed, causing him to grunt and lose his grip on the heavy prep book in his hands.

Dylan let out another longer, more pitiful moan as the book fell in to his lap, the spine of the nearly 10-pound book drove straight down, flattening his crotch and squashed his balls.

“Fuck me,”  Dylan whispered in pain.  He shoved the book off his bed and rolled over, his hands buried between his legs, the scream from Corey’s room already forgotten...

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Jake whined like a dying animal and tried to grab his shattered balls, but not before Corey managed to grip him by the base of his cock and resumed sucking on the teenage boy’s meaty member.

Jake moaned, whether in pain or in pleasure, it was too hard to say.  Twice more Corey paused to punch Jake in the nuts again, crunching his bulbous ballsac and making Jake cringe in pain.  Then, once Jake was sufficiently worked up, Corey went in for the kill, mashing and grinding away at the tender balls within Jake’s scrotum until the poor boy was shrieking in agony all while sucking on the thick tip of Jake’s hard prick like there was no tomorrow.

When Jake was finally allowed to cum, the orgasm was explosive.  His body jerked and thrust as raw, untempered sexual energy flowed through him and out of his cock.  Great big salty batches of semen began filling Corey’s mouth as Jake’s balls began contracting in on themselves, rising higher and higher as more and more of his stud sauce was drawn out of him. 

Jake was panting heavily as he thrust harder and harder in to Corey’s open mouth, his spasming cock continued to dump load after load of his baby-batter, drawing on reserves so deep it felt like it was practically coming up out from his toes.

Corey spat out the huge wad of Jake’s cum that was threatening to choke him and continued pumping his friend’s raging dick.  He was rewarded with several more blasts of Jake’s cream and kept a firm grip on the young soccer stud’s sperm tanks until he was sure the tap had gone dry.

Jake fell back on the bed, throughly exhausted.  Everything below the waist felt like one big bruise, but he’d never felt so satisfied in his life.

Corey crawled up beside his friend and wiped the perspiration from his brow.  “Are you ok?”

Jake let out a long, content sigh.  “Yeah, I think so.”

Corey smiled back at him.  “Do you still want to sneak in to my brother’s room have some fun with him?  I won’t try to stop you this time.”

Jake’s eyes were shut but he shook his head.  “No dude, I’m way too sleepy right now.  I think you wore me out.”

Corey grinned and nodded.  “I hope so.  After all that, I’d hate to think you were holding out on me,” he said, reaching for Jake’s swollen sac.

“Easy, they’re sooo sensitive right now.”  Jake whispered in a ragged voice.  “You nearly broke me!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of these.”  Corey replied in a soft, soothing tone as he rolled the delicate orbs between his fingers.  “Now why don’t you get some rest?”

When Jake didn’t respond, he looked up to find his friend was already fast asleep.

Corey considered going to check on his brother next door and take care of him too, after so much excitement, he was tired too.  Dylan would have to just wait until the morning.

Corey settled in, snuggling close against the heat of Jake’s naked body and soon fell asleep with his hand still wrapped firmly around his best friend’s tender jewels.

- Jake and Corey are depicted by two models from Randy Blue, Cody Springs and Kyle Marx. -

Men of the House - Part IV

For all you Men of the House fans, I tried to make the latest installment a good one.  I hope you enjoy!

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A Very Special Birthday Package for Corey

More than two months had passed since the incident with Rob.  Dylan had called their mother that night, and after he told her what Rob had done, she flew back home the next day and threw him out of the house.  Neither Dylan or Corey were sad to see him go, and in no time things were back to normal, as they should be.  If anything, their altercation with Rob had really seemed to bring the two together, and Dylan and Corey were spending practically all their time together.

It was the end of summer, and the beginning of fall.  The days were still long, but the nights had begin to get cool.  With the return to school looming over them, every sun-soaked day was spent out doors, swimming, biking, playing baseball - and with Corey's birthday just around the corner, excitement was in the air.  Not only was Corey turning 14, but he would be moving to a new school that shared the same campus as the high school, which meant he would be going to school with Dylan all year long.

Corey's birthdays were always made in to a big affair.  Their mother alway did her best to go all out for her baby boy's big day.  Some years the end of summer celebration were so grand, they had more the feel of a block party than a child's birthday.  For Corey, it was the best time of year, what with the cake, the friends, and the presents.

Dylan's presents were always the best.  After all, no one knew Corey as well as he did and always managed to come up with the most unexpected gifts.  One year when Corey had been young, it was a rusty old wagon that he'd found and painted red all by himself, and for years he used it to pull Corey all around the neighborhood.  Another year, he built Corey his own skate-board and painted it by hand.  Both had been amazing successes with Corey, so much so that he ended up ignoring the rest of his expensive, store-bought gifts those years. 

But this year, Dylan was stumped.

Dylan had started out a few weeks earlier, trying to feel Corey out for ideas, but when that failed he ended up just coming out and asked his brother point blank.  Corey's response was less then helpful - he simply smiled and shrugged his shoulders. For weeks his answer remained the same, despite being peppered with questions - but Dylan got no closer to settling on a gift - and with Corey's birthday only a few days away, he was running out of time.

"Corey?"  Dylan walked into his younger brother's bedroom to find Corey laying on the bed, leafing through the pages of his knew Spiderman comic book.  "You have a minute?"

"Sure."  Corey said, flopping the book down on the floor.  "What's up."

"I just talked to mom, and she said that you're party is going to have to be pushed back to Saturday afternoon.  She's got something going on at work on Friday."

"Again?"  Corey blew a puff of air out of his cheeks and scowled.  This was the second time the party had been moved because of their mother's work schedule.

Dylan sighed. "I know buddy, but she can't help it."

"I know."  Corey whined, making Dylan wonder if he actually did.

"It'll still be just as fun, you just have to wait a few more days."  Dylan smiled.

"Yeah, I guess."  Corey mumbled, staring down at the Star Wars logo on his bedspread.

Dylan sighed, at a bit of a loss.  Then, he tried changing the subject.  "Have you given any more thought about what you want for your birthday?  I still have to get you a present."

"No, I don't want anything."  Corey replied gloomily.

"Come on, don't pout!"  Dylan jumped on the bed next to his brother and wiggled his toes in Corey's face, "you look like a baby when you pout like that!"

"Do not!"  Corey laughed.

Dylan grabbed one of his feet and tickled it, causing Corey to screech.  "No, let go!"

Dylan laughed but held firm to his brother's foot as the rest of his limbs flailed and he laughed uncontrollably. 

"Dylan, no . . . stop . . . "  Corey squeaked out between laughing fits. 

"What's wrong, are you sad that you aren't pouting any more?"  Dylan teased as he continued to tickle Corey's foot incessantly.

Corey grunted, and gripped the edges of his bed as his body was wracked by more laughter.  Dylan was laughing too, so hard in fact, he failed to notice Corey's foot raise high in the air, where it hovered a second or two, before it came crashing back down into Dylan's crotch.  Dylan's laughter died in his throat as his little brother's heel jammed itself into his junk, crunching both of his juicy nuggets.

Dylan let go of Corey's foot and doubled over, coughing.

"Alright, you win.  No more tickling."  He said finally, desperately trying to rub the soreness out of his balls.

Corey watched as his brother sat up on edge of his bed, with his hands till buried between his legs.  "Sorry," he said sheepishly.

Dylan coughed.  "That's ok.  We were play fighting, so I guess I sort of deserved it." 

Corey was glad Dylan wasn't angry and continued to watch in silence as Dylan reached inside his jeans and fondled his nuts gently.  It made him think about the first time he'd ever busted his big bro's balls and how amazing it had felt to have the older boy's livelihood resting just within his grasp.  Seeing his brother bent over and cradling his precious jewels gave him a rush like nothing he'd felt before.

"Dylan?"  Corey's voice was shaky.  "I think I know what I want for my birthday now."

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Dylan awoke to the sound of sheets rustling as someone climbed into his bed next to him.

"Corey?  Is that you?"  Dylan blinked and wiped the sleep from his eyes.  When he opened his eyes again, he saw his younger brother beaming back at him like a child on Christmas morning.  "What are you doing?"

"It's my birthday!" Corey's grin stretched from ear to ear.

"I know it's your birthday, but I meant what are you doing in my bed at 6 o'clock in the morning?  Go back to sleep!"  Dylan groaned.

"I can't, I'm too excited!"  Corey chattered happily. 

"Corey, come on, go back to bed." His brother's tone was firm, yet gentle.

"Dylan, please.  You promised!"

Dylan let out a long, agitated sigh.  His eyes were still adjusting to the light as he turned to the window where the first rays of sun were already skimming across the room.

"Alright," he said finally, "but please, go easy on me today, ok?  I don't want this to get out of hand, and I don't want mom finding out, ok?"

"Yes, of course, I promise!"   Corey nodded enthusiastically, but he was already pulling the blankets off of him, exposing Dylan's smooth chest and stomach.  Underneath the sheets, Dylan wore only a loose pair of green flannel boxers that bulged invitingly where his manhood rested.

Corey licked his lips and grinned.  This was going to be the best birthday ever.

Corey heard his brother inhale sharply as he grabbed the two lumps inside Dylan's underwear and massaged them between his fingers before giving them a good squeeze.

Dylan grunted and his legs squirmed a bit as he watched his little brother work his gonads over, but he did nothing to stop Corey as the pressure and magnitude increased.

Rub, squish, rub squash.

Corey kneaded the fat bulge inside Dylan's underwear, pausing only occasionally to rub the long growing shaft that poked out just below his waistband.

"Looks like you're sporting some morning wood here, bro."  Corey commented as he pinched the tip of Dylan's dick between his thumb and forefinger. 

"Whoa, take it easy Corey,"  Dylan grimaced and his hips twitched as Corey rubbed his fingers along the thickening shaft.  "THAT wasn't part of our deal, now was it?"

Corey smiled and turned his attention back to his big brother's balls, which he proceeded to squeeze, mangle and prod between his strong little hands.  Now and then, Dylan would gasp when Corey surprised him with a particularly hard squeeze, but for the most part, he just laid there and accepted the rough ball treatment without protest.

Corey couldn't believe lucky he was to have a brother as great as Dylan.  He loved him dearly, bordering almost on worship - there was nothing he wanted more then to grow up just like him - but the sight of his big, strong, handsome brother withering with each little twist and pull to his nuts awoke something in him that Corey couldn't easily describe.  ALl he knew for certain was that he wanted more - a lot, more. 

Dylan moaned as his little brother continued to roughly fondle his nuts through his underwear.  After ten minutes of constant ball play, his testicles felt achy and yet, his cock had ballooned nearly to it's full length, poking out against the side of his shorts.

"Corey, I think it's time to give it a rest."  Dylan said gently.

Corey didn't flinch, and if anything, kneaded his brother's nutsac even harder.

He tried again.  "Come on, please Corey.  My nuts are really starting to hurt."  Dylan whispered.

Corey looked up at his brother with a huge grin on his young face.  "Yeah?  Tell me how they feel."

Dylan did a double take and stared back at his brother in shock.

"Please," Corey whined, "tell me.  Do they hurt a lot?"

Dylan sighed, still looking confused.  "No, not exactly.  They definitely are sore though, and maybe even a little swollen."

Corey's grin widened and smacked his brother square in the balls.

"Agh."  Dylan flinched.

"Anything else?"  Corey pressed the wondrous orbs back through his fingers.

Dylan shook his head.  "My stomach . . . hurts . . . a little too," he groaned.  "The muscles in my abdomen are all achy.  Now please, quit squeezing my nuts so hard!."

Corey nodded and rubbed Dylan's meaty orbs and gave them another slap.

Dylan grunted and his legs twitched.  "Seriously, stop!  I need a break!"  His brother's tone had an edge of desperation to it.

"Just another minute,"  Corey said, tracing his thumb along the outline of Dylan's cock before he resumed fondling his big nuts.

A shiver went down Dylan's spine as he watched a ring of wetness spread out around the tip of his cock.

Corey saw the sticky spot on his brother's boxers grow and chuckled as he rapped his fingers into the older boy's gonads.  Softly at first, but quickly increasing with intensity. 

The endless barrage soon took it's toll on Dylan, and his legs spasmed as the constant taps developed into full-on, hard slaps.

SMACK. WHAM. CRACK.

Dylan groaned as his poor nuts suffered under the constant pounding.  The muscles in his stomach tightened around his washboard abs, and his knees jutted up reflexively. 

Corey grabbed his brother's nutsac and gave his danglers one final twist.

Dylan's mouth opened wide and he let out a long, agonized wail as the cum began to boil inside his balls, ready to burst out at any second.  Then, to his great surprise and relief, Corey let go of his jewels.

Dylan moaned again, and grabbed his crotch.

For all of his brother's pain and discomfort, Corey was beaming.   "Thanks Dylan, that was great!  Let's go eat breakfast.  All this excitement has got me starving!"  Corey jumped off the bed and with a hop and a skip, was out the door and bounding down the stairs. 

Dylan remained where he was, curled up into a ball and massaging his swollen manhood.  With his balls aching and his stomach tied up in knots, the thought of eating food only made him want to wretch even more. 

Slowly, he managed to crawl out of the bed and pulled on a t-shirt  and a pair of mesh basketball shorts before heading down stairs.  Going was slow, and each little bump only seemed to aggravate the swelling inside his shorts, but eventually he made it to the kitchen.  He sat next to Corey at the kitchen table, who was already enjoying his second bowl of cereal and chatting away to their mom about his impending birthday party.  Dylan managed a weak smile and "Good morning," before he poured himself a bowl of Cheerios and listened while the Corey went on and on about his birthday cake.

The topic then eventually shifted and when their mom inquired to the boys plans for the day, Corey piped up before Dylan could respond.

"Dylan and I are going to hang out together, I think."  Corey said with a mouth full of cereal.

"That'll be nice.  Do you have anything in particular planned?"  Their mom asked.

Again, Corey answered before his brother got the chance.  "I don't know.  We'll probably take a swim out back, or maybe we'll get throw the ball around.  That reminds me, you haven't seen my baseball, have you mom?"

"No dear, I can't say that I have."  His mother said, stealing a glance at her watch to check the time.

"That's ok, I'll just borrow Dylan's balls, he won't mind!"  Cory smirked with a devilish smile.

Dylan's eyes suddenly widened while under the table, Corey reached between his legs and gave Dylan's nuts a firm squeeze.  The nylon mesh shorts he was wearing offered little protection and gave way, allowing Corey to get a nice solid grip on his ball bag.

Their mother watched, perplexed, as her eldest son squirmed in his chair and suffered from what appeared to be a strong coughing fit - totally unaware of the vicious choke-hold Corey had on his brother's juicy plums.

"Dylan, are you alright?"  She asked looking concerned.

Dylan's face was red, but he nodded his head and beat his chest until the coughing subsided.  "I'm fine," he said horsely as he shot a dirty look toward his brother.  "Something just went down the wrong pipe."

That seemed to satisfy their mother, who turned to place her coffee mug in the sink. 

"Alright, but be careful, it's breakfast, not a marathon.  Now I've got to go so I'm not late, but I'll be home by 6:00 pm."  She said, giving them both a kiss on the forehead and headed out.

Behind her back, her two boys exchanged angry glances back and forth and hushed whispers, but the matter was quickly concluded with punch aimed directly into Dylan's groin.

"Unghhhh."  Dylan groaned groaned and leaned into the table and cupped his balls.

"What's going on in there?"  Their mom called out from the front hallway.

"Nothing!"  Corey replied quickly.  "Dylan's just choking on his cereal again."

Corey grinned at his brother, and slapped him hard on the back.

Dylan didn't bother looking up.  He was slumped over with his head on the table, holding his junk.

"Alright, you two have fun!"  She called back.  A moment later, the door closed behind her and the house was silent.

When she was gone, Dylan let out a moan and rocked gently in his seat.  "Corey, that wasn't cool."  He muttered, looking absolutely miserable.

Corey frowned.  "Why?"

"You know very well why!"  Dylan whispered.  His voice was strained and his throat sounded dry.  "What if mom saw what you were doing?"

Corey smiled and put his arm around his sullen looking older brother.  "It's alright, she didn't."

Dylan rolled his eyes and gently rubbed his tender testicles.  "Yeah, whatever - fine.  But that punch was the last one for a while.  My nuts are sore as hell right now and they need a break."

Corey grinned as he imagined what little extra effort it would take to put his brother out of action right at that moment.  He could do it, if he wanted to.  By the way things looked with Dylan, it wouldn't take much at all.

"Ok bro, I'll be a good sport.  I'll let your boys rest up for an hour or so, and then we'll get back to it."  Corey said giving him a pat on the back.

Dylan grunted his appreciation stayed seated at the table while Corey cleared off their plates and headed into living room to watch some TV.  Once his little brother had left, Dylan quietly peered into his shorts and checked for damage.  Both of his testicles looked good, considering how much pain they were in, only slightly more red and swollen then they were normally. 

Dylan sat there a long time with his hand down his shorts, fondling his nuts until they started to feel better.  He could hear the sound of the television and Corey laughing in the next room and decided he should go take a shower.  Slowly he eased himself off the hard wooden chair and popped his head into the living room where his brother was sitting on the floor in front of the couch.

"Hey, I'm going to run upstairs and take a shower."  Dylan called out.

"Ok," Corey smiled at his brother. 

Dylan turned to leave, but Corey shouted back.  "Oh, wait, come watch this first."

Dylan shrugged and sat down on the corner of the couch while Corey turned up the volume.  He immediately recognized the scene they were watching belonged to the 1993 remake of Beverly Hillbillies.  For some reason, it had always been a favorite of Corey's since he was a little boy. 

"Here comes my favorite part!"  Corey grinned, as he climbed up onto the couch, next to his brother.

Dylan rolled his eyes, already seeing where things were headed.

On the screen, Elly May Clampett had begun her final confrontation with the Dereck, the high school bully.  In the course of kicking his ass, she was introducing him to several 'illegal' moves, including the Clampett clamp, and the possum pretzel.  Then the moment came where she lifted the hunk's legs and spread them apart before stomping her foot down into his crotch and delivered the classic, 'hickory-nut crunch.'

Corey joined the cheers of the crowd on the screen and laughed at the comically-high pitched voice that squeaked out of Derek's mouth only moments later.

Dylan couldn't help but cringe at the sight, considering his own recent testicular trauma.

"How come guy's voices change like that when they get hit in the nards?"  Corey asked abruptly.

Dylan shook his head. "I don't know, it just happens."

Corey nodded. "Yeah, but not always. I mean, your voice doesn't do that."

Dylan swallowed the excess saliva that was collecting in his mouth and shrugged.

"I wonder why that is."  Corey continued, scratching his chin.  "Maybe it only works if the guy gets hit hard enough . . ."

Dylan's heart jumped and his balls automatically began to contract in their sac.

"Corey, that's just in the movies.    They dub the voice-over just like they do with the laughter tract."

His little brother kept scratching his chin as if he were lost in thought.  "I don't know, it seemed pretty real to me.  Maybe we should try it out."

Dylan did a double take.  "What, you mean - on me?  No Corey, I don't think so.  That guy on the movie was wearing a cup-"

"And a wrestling singlet."  Corey interjected. "You don't have one of those, do you?"

"No, I don't.  And you've got another thing coming if you think I'm going to let you-"

The beginning of Dylan's rant was preempted with a hard backhand to the nuts.  Dylan's eyes widened and he cringed, folding over like a wet blanket.

"Come on Dylan, you promised I'd have full access to bust your balls for the day of my birthday.  You're not going back on your word now, are you?" Corey said, crossing his arms and watched his brother struggle with the ache that was radiating out from his groin.

"No."  Dylan whispered.  He was still sucking in air through his teeth.

Corey smiled.  "I'm so glad to hear that.  You're the best!" 

Dylan whimpered as Corey pulled him off the couch and laid him out in the middle of the living room floor.  His heart was thumping so hard, he thought it might burst from his chest.

Corey ran out of the room, returning a moment later with a pair of sneakers and a big grin on his face.

"What are those for?"  Dylan groaned, already knowing the answer.

Corey shrugged.  "I'm putting them on."

"No Corey, don't."  Dylan pleaded.  He looked like he was holding on to his nuts for dear life.  "I can barely handle your kicks when you're barefoot."

Corey glanced at the sneakers and shrugged, tossing them aside.  "Alright, we can do this without'em if you prefer."

Dylan breathed a slight sigh of relief.  Winning the concession had been a step in the right direction, but he was still about to have his testicles stomped by his little brother.

When Corey was ready, he picked up his  brother's ankles and yanked them wide apart, exposing his soft, vulnerable groin.  "Alright, this is hickory-nut crunch, a la Corey." 

Dylan's eyes widened as they fixed on Corey's raised foot.  Then, when the moment came, he felt his heart leap into his throat as it dropped between his legs and landed on top of his groin.

"Unnnngh."  Dylan groaned.

"That didn't feel right, did I get them?"  Corey asked, still grinning.

Dylan shook his head.  "Nope, that was my penis."  He whispered in a raspy voice.  "Still hurts though . . ."

Corey grunted and tried again.  "How about now."

"Unfortunately, no."  Dylan gasped after getting his dick hammered twice in a row.

Corey sighed and stuck his big toe into his big brother's crotch until he felt the two squishy balls press against his foot.  "Alright, I found them!"  He said excitedly.

"Yippee."  Dylan replied sarcastically and he let out another groan.

Corey brushed his comment aside and grinned.  Then, to make sure he found his target, he spread Dylan's legs wider apart before slamming his foot down into his brother's bulge. This time Corey knew he'd found his targets when he felt two soft lumps cushion the impact of his heel.

Dylan's entire body bucked and his head shot up while his throat emitted a powerfully long-winded yodel. 

"Got'em!"  Corey cheered.

He changed the angle of his foot and ground his heel deeper into his brother's sorry baby-makers.  They were so soft!  And unlike the movie, they sounded nothing like cracking walnut shells, and more like a pair of grapes being crushed inside a velvety pouch.

Dylan shrieked and his body was wracked by a second, more powerful tremor than the first.

"There it is!  That's the sound!"  Corey dropped his brother's legs and they fell to the floor like a pair of downed pine trees.

Dylan rolled to his side and moaned like a dying animal.

Corey stuck around for a while to make sure Dylan was alright.  Then, when it became clear that he was going to be staying put for a while, he ran upstairs to change into his bathing suit.  When he came back down, he found Dylan sitting upright on the floor and bracing himself against the couch.

"You ok?" Corey asked as he sat down next to his brother.

Dylan groaned.

"Yeah, I think.  You really did a number on my boys though."

"Yeah, sorry about that."  Corey grinned.  "Look at the bright side - now we know that your voice really does go up after a you get it in the nuts."

Dylan rolled his eyes and groaned again.  "Great.  Tell that to my doctors in ten years when they tell me I can't have children."

Corey laughed.

"Come on, let's go for a swim.  The water'll help sooth things down below."  He said, helping to pull his big brother up to his feet.

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The yard out back was bathed in sunlight and birds chirped happily as they darted overhead. 

Corey ran from the screen door and took a running leap into the pool, causing a large splash that dowsed the chairs and table on the opposite side.  Dylan sighed and limped toward the pools edge.  Then he pulled off his basketball shorts, leaving only his boxers, and slowly descended into the cool water.

As it turned out, Corey had been right.  The colder water temperature did help to ease the soreness in his testicles, and before long, the two boys were roughhousing in the pool, splashing back and forth and chasing one another around.

"Hey, wait, Corey stop."  Dylan called from hallway down the pool.  "You want to play Marco Polo?"

Corey nodded his head enthusiastically.  "Good idea, you're it!"

Dylan huffed.  "Ok, fine," he said.  He closed his eyes and began to count slowly.  "One, two, three . . ."

On the opposite side of the pool, Corey crept slowly along the wall and waited quietly.

". . . eighteen, nineteen, twenty!  Ready or not, here I come!"  Dylan called out.  "Marco!"

"Polo!"  Corey whispered and started to make his way back along the wall.

Dylan's head turned in his direction and he started to move forward.

"Marco?"

There was a brief delay. 

"Polo."  Corey replied, several feet away from where he started.

Dylan changed direction and edged closer.

"Marco."

"Polo."  Corey replied as he backed into the corner of the pool.

Dylan could hear the waves rippling against the far edge.

"Marco?"

Nothing but silence.

"Come on Corey, Marco!"  Dylan called out impatiently.

There was a splash from somewhere off to his right and Dylan leap toward it - but only found the edge of the pool.

"Damn it, Marco!"  Dylan cried.

Just then he felt a current of water brush past his feet and suddenly realized that Corey was submerged, just below.

Dylan turned and pounced on his brother, dragging him up out of the water, kicking like a caught fish.

"Got you!"  Dylan said, opening his eyes and smiling.

"No you didn't."  Corey pouted childishly.  "I want a re-do!"

Dylan was still smiling and shaking his head.  "You never can take a loss well, can you."

"Yes I can!  But I'm not it!  I got a cramp and I couldn't move!"  Corey strained against his brother's grip as he laughed at him.

"Oh, give it up.  You're it, fair and square."  Dylan chuckled as he loosened his bear hug on his little brother, finally giving Corey the chance to slip his hand up between Dylan's legs.

The laughter died in Dylan's throat as the all-to-familiar achy feeling crept back into his gonads. "Corey, that's not fair."

His little brother smiled, wickedly.  "Sure it is.  This is a new game, called Treasure Hunt.  First one to get their hands on the family jewels wins, and I just snagged yours!"

Dylan grimaced as his balls were slowly squished inside his brother's hands.  

"Not cool bro,"  Dylan coughed as Corey pumped his fist.  "But if that's the way you want to play . . ."

Dylan's hands shot into the water and he groped Corey's swim trunks until he found what he was looking for and squeezed.

Corey gasped at the sudden intrusion and pressure on his manhood.  He was shocked, more than anything else.  For all the times he'd busted his brother's balls, Dylan had never tried to get him back.  Corey was beginning to wonder if he ever would - and now, he had his answer.

The two brothers exchanged grim looks at one another.  To a passerby, it might have looked like a serene battle of wills, but just below the surface of the water, each boy had the other's gonads trapped in a vicious nut-claw.

It became pretty clear early on that the scales were tipped in Corey's favor.  Dylan's nuts were big and swollen from all the hits they'd suffered earlier in the day, and the fact that he wore his boxers in the pool made it easy for Corey to get a tight lock on them.  Dylan, on the other hand, was finding it difficult to get a decent hold of Corey's nuts through his swimsuit, and when he did, the smaller-sized nuggets had a way of slipping out of his fingers. 

The contest raged on for several minutes with both boys panted and strained with the exertion, until Corey was finally able to extract Dylan's fingers off his gonads, while managing to keep a tight grip on his brother's.  Once free of risking any reprisals to his own testicles, Corey went to town on Dylan's poor nuts - tugging and twisting, yanking and pulling - choking off the very source of his masculinity.

Dylan let out a sad, sickly moan as he staggered back against the edge of the pool.  His eyes welled up and his face looked ashen.

"Awww, my balls, my balls . . ."  Dylan threw his head back and moaned.  He tried clawing at Corey's arms, but his little brother's grasp was solid.

Corey grinned as he gave Dylan's testicles another sharp twist.

"Oh . . . crap."  Dylan blinked hard as a fresh surge of nausea washed over him.  "My nuts . . . you've got to . . . stop.  I can't take any more, you're killing them!"

Dylan's  voice was stricken and his eyes welled up as they stared deep into Corey's.

"Please . . ."

Corey let up and stared dumbfounded at his brother.  He'd never heard Dylan beg for anything before in his life - and that's when it hit him, that he'd taken things too far. 

Corey immediately began apologizing profusely as he helped pull Dylan's weakened body out of the pool.  With Corey's aid, he made his way to a deck chair and curled up into it.  For hours Corey sat there, by his side, watching over his brother.  He'd been so wrapped up in his own desires, that he'd lost track of the fact that he was hurting the person that he loved the most.

Dylan spent the rest of the afternoon, on his side, coddling his bruised manhood.  He was aware that Corey was near, somewhere close by, and that he was sorry, but there was nothing he could do for him.  He just needed time to rest - that, and a mountain of Aspirin to get passed the migraine that was brewing in his head.

By the time 6:00 pm came around, he was up and walking around, and aside from a slight limp, as good as new.  Their mom came home shortly after, and together the they ordered pizza and devoured a small ice cream cake that had been saved in the freezer especially for the occasion.

Now and then Corey stole a few glances at his brother and wondered what was going on his head.  Aside from being a bit more quiet then usual, he was acting as if nothing at all had happened between the two them - and when their mother asked about their day, Dylan didn't mention a peep about his 'birthday present' to Corey.  As the evening wore on, the three of them sat down and watched the Daily Show with Jon Stewart together, before the boys were sent off to bed. 

All in all, it had been a pretty sweet birthday for Corey.

Corey changed into his pajamas and headed to the bathroom to brush his teeth.  On the way back, he stopped at Dylan's room and knocked at the door.

"Come in."  He heard his brother's reply and slipped quietly inside, closing the door behind him.

"Hey."  Dylan said quietly. 

"Hey," Corey repeated, casting his gaze down at the floor.  "I wanted to make sure everything was still cool between us."

Dylan sighed and closed his laptop.  "Yeah, everything's cool."

A faint smile returned to Corey's face.

"Thanks for not telling mom about . . . well, you know, everything."

Dylan slowly nodded.  "It's ok - after all, a promise is a promise."

Corey's smile broadened further.  "Good, I'm glad you're not mad at me."  He said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to his brother.  "How do things feel, you know, down there."

"What do you think?" Dylan stretched his arms and let out a long yawn.  "My nuts feel like they've just been trampled by a herd of stampeding buffalo."

Corey sucked air in through his teeth and grimaced sympathetically.  "Sorry."

"It's fine, don't worry about it."  Dylan shook his hand dismissively. 

"No, really.  I made a promise too - not to take things to far, and I nearly did."  Corey felt a tickling in the back of his throat.  "I'm just . . . sorry."

For a moment Dylan didn't say anything.  Then his face broke into a grin.  "It's ok, just remember to go easy on me from now on, and we'll be fine."

"I will, I promise."  Corey nodded.  He wondered what his brother meant by, 'from now on.'

Dylan glanced at his alarm clock and sighed.  "Well, it looks like you've got 10 more minutes before your birthday is over. I know I'm going to regret this but, you wanna take one last crack at my nuts before we call it a night?"

Corey stared wide-eyed at his brother, his idol, his hero.  He swallowed the saliva that seemed to be sticking against the back of his throat and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"No, that's alright.  I think I did enough damage."  Corey said earnestly.

"Phew, I'm glad you said that."  Dylan said and gently massaged his groin.  "You won't get any complaints from me!  You sure gave my boys a workout today."

"I know."  Corey nodded.  He still was feeling terrible.  "You think I might be able to take a quick peak - you know, to make sure they're ok?  I'd really hate to find out I did anything . . . permanent."

"Believe me Corey, your concern is touching, but I swear my nuts are fine."

"Yes, well, if it's all the same-"

Dylan rolled his eyes and pulled his shorts down just past his junk.

Corey's eyes widened.

His brother's manhood looked like it had been placed in a vacuum pump.  His balls were pink, big, and swollen, dragging down the base of his scrotum, and even his penis looked inflated.

Without asking for permission, Corey reached out and cupped the two fat orbs in his brother's sac and gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Easy there bro, they're REALLY sensitive."  Dylan whispered.  His the muscles in his body rippled and tensed, like a loaded spring ready to burst.

"Just try to relax.  I'm not going to hurt them, I just want to check them out for a minute, ok?"  Corey said, rolling the plump egg-shaped spheres inside Dylan's scrotum.  His sac was warm and soft as velvet and the orbs within felt impossibly malleable within the wrinkly folds of skin.

"I promise," he added.

Dylan nodded his head, and propped the pillows up behind his head as he watched his little brother explore his manhood.

"I can't believe how big your stuff is, bro.  I'm so jealous."  Corey said, pointing his brother's dick up into the air.

Dylan's face tightened, but covered it with a quick smile.  "Don't worry Corey, you're still growing, you'll get there."

Corey shot him a big smile.

"Looks like you're still growing too."  He replied, giving Dylan's big meat-stick a few short jerks.

A burst of pleasure hit Dylan's brain and he sucked in air slowly.  "Woah," Dylan moaned.  His pace quickened and already he could feel the blood flowing in into his meaty member.  "What are you doing?"

Corey smirked, and slid his hand up and down Dylan's ever-growing love-pole.  "The fun's not over just yet."

Dylan shook his head.  He couldn't believe how great Corey's tough little fingers felt wrapped around his big, thick dick.  "Corey no, I'm serious . . ."

Corey winked and grabbed the neck of his scrotum, starting from just below the base of his cock, and worked his fingers down until both of Dylan's meaty nuts were stretched down to the bottom of his soft, pink scrotum.

"Corey . . ."

A fresh spasm passed through Dylan's cock, causing the older boy to jump. 

" . . . no . . ." 

With his free hand, Corey grabbed the crown of Dylan's penis and rubbed his thumb into the stream of precum that was leaking out from the tip.

"Oh, shit . . . Corey, if you keep doing that, I'm gonna cum."  Dylan whispered.  His voice was haggard, and urgent.

"That's the idea."  Corey grinned as he worked his brother's manhood from both ends. 

"What?  No, I . . ."  Dylan's mouth was so dry, he found it impossible to swallow as he watched his little brother jerk his long, glistening shaft.

"Looks like I saved the best for last.  I've been waiting all day to drain these balls.  I know you want it too, I can tell.  You were so close this morning - but I wanted your balls nice and full when I busted them."  Corey whispered.

Dylan couldn't believe his ears, but there was no time for words.  The soft, steady strokes that had been building up over the course of the last few minutes finally broke through his ability to resist and he knew he was about to cum.  Hard.

"Oh shit . . . oh, shit."  Dylan repeated, and his hips began to buck as he felt the orgasm begin to surge forth from his loins.  All else seemed to blur into the background, and Dylan watched, mesmerized, as hot, gooey white lava burst out of his cock in long, thick jets.

Corey felt his brother's dick pulsate in his hand as the meaty sausage began dumping huge squirts of semen up into the air.  With each contraction, more and more cum was spilled all over the bed and the boys, coating everything it touched with a slick, shinny sheen. 

Dylan let out a louder moan as Corey twisted his nutsac like a wet paper towel, forcing even more of his sticky love juice to flow from the tip of his dick.  When it was over, Dylan lied back and cupped his sore, empty nuts, and moaned.  His balls still ached incredibly, but it was the good kind of ache - one that came after a long, lusty, passionate fuck. 

"Thanks Dylan, you're the best."  Corey's smile was beaming.

Dylan just laid there in his own mess, looking dazed and confused.

"I can't wait until my next birthday!"  Corey chuckled, and suddenly slapped his brother's big, loose, dangling balls with a loud 'CRACK.'

Dylan's body bucked and folded on itself, and he groaned miserably.

"Good night, big bro."  Corey smiled mischievously, stealing one last glance at his brother before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

- Here's a pic of Corey's awesome big bro, Dylan -

The rest of the Men of the House Series can be found here.