Date: Wed, 18 Nov 2020 22:52:47 +0000 From: Robert Thomson Subject: Do Boy Balls Drop? This story includes sexual matters between brothers. Anyone likely to be offended by such material should quit this site at once. For the continuing benefit of readers & writers alike, don't forget to donate to nifty at https://donate.nifty.org.html Do Boy Balls Drop? We lived in Devon, my dad and mum, me and my brother Timothy, always just called Tim. Dad was a solicitor. Besides looking after us, our mum ran a flower shop. I can't now remember why it was that Tim and me went to different schools. His was all boys. Mine was boys and girls. The events of this story happened when I was something like a month or two past 15, certainly not much more. Tim was younger than me, so he must have been about 13, strong for his age, keen on swimming and playing rugby at school. Needless to say, by that time I was well & truly into masturbating. At school we called it wanking. My stuff always came spurting out like with a lot of force, white and sticky, giving me that lovely feeling when the spasms hit me one after another, taking my breath away. I found it near enough impossible not to do it several times a week, sometimes more than once in a day, and always as soon as I got home from school. I think the longest I ever kept from doing it was ten days. When I did it after that, the jolts of that feeling so strong that I nearly blacked out. I'm pretty sure it was very close to our two schools breaking for summer hols. I was sitting at the table in my bedroom doing some school stuff. The weather was warm. All I had on was some old tracksuit bottoms, boxers underneath and a T-shirt. There was a knock at the door. Tim came in, closing the door behind him. He'd obviously just had a shower, gingery hair still a bit damp, barefoot. All he had on was a towel round his waist. After the two of us had got past the stage of fighting, we became good friends, telling each other near enough everything. A bit earlier, we often went under the shower together, scrubbing each other's backs, so it was nothing to see each other naked. Looking back, it's surprising how neither of us ever got hard while we were scrubbing each other. When Tim came in that evening, he went "Can I ask you a question?" I stopped what I was doing, just nodding like to say `What?' "Is it true that a boy's balls drop, Rob? Some of my classmates keep on saying that's what happens, and there's sure something going on with mine. How long before I can do that thing, same as you?" I said something like `That's not just one question, Tim.' I knew what he was talking about. We always knocked before coming into each other's bedrooms, but maybe two or three months before that, Tim came into my room without knocking to see me lying naked on top of my bed just a moment after I'd wanked, my hand still on my throbbing cock and big splashes of spunk on my belly & chest. Seeing me like that, he didn't say anything, just turned and left, shutting the door. I was totally sure he'd never say a word to my folks. `So, you haven't forgotten catching me wanking?' "No, how could I forget it? That look on your face, and all that stuff on you." `OK, how about you let me have a look at your balls, Tim?' He hesitated for only a moment before taking his towel off, holding it in one hand, coming close to where I was sitting. There was his cock, still only something like three inches long, skin all the way over the end of it, same as mine and just the start of some fair hairs. I put a hand under his balls. He reddened slightly as his cock twitched. Feeling each of them in turn, then cupping them together in my hand, they seemed just fine. `Can't see anything wrong with yours. By the way, Tim, boy balls don't drop. Unless there's something wrong, balls are down there when you're born. All that happens is that they start to get much bigger & more obvious once we get to your age. Been trying to wank?' He nodded. "Nothing ever happened, Rob, just my cock got a bit sore." `Stop worrying. Just keep on at it. Once you're hard, work your skin up & down, sliding it all the way back & all the way forward. When you're ready, I promise you, it'll work and besides, your cock's going to get bigger & thicker so you can really get your fist round it. Like to see mine?' He nodded eagerly, sitting down on my bed. His towel was on the floor. I stood up, dropping my tracksuit bottoms & my boxers down round my ankles and lifting my cock. Tim went "Wow! You got so much hair round your cock!" `Go on, you can feel my balls if you like'. They were close under my cock, not hanging down. He put out one hand, then two. I was desperately trying to stop my self getting hard. He went, "Rob, how come yours are so big, like solid, so they are". I pulled my clothes up again, needing to tuck my stiffening cock down inside my boxers. Tim was still sitting naked on my bed, feeling his balls. `Towel on, Tim! Can you take some serious advice?' I warned him never to try wanking in his bed because there's nothing so disgusting as a lot of spunk on bedclothes and whatever you wear in bed. `And all this stuff, Tim, just between us two, OK?' He nodded, disappearing to get dressed. What happened after that? Maybe a month or more passed. When we were out in our garden playing volleyball, Tim said, `Rob! I did it, not just the once, but twice, only a week apart. Like you said it would, mine came. First time, something like scary and a really great feeling all at the same time. The second time, I like knew what would happen and it came spurting out, more like white & slimy, with a smell like nothing else.' "See, told you it would work when you were ready for it. All that spunk was building up in your balls, just waiting to get out and once it starts, there's plenty more getting made all the time. If you keep on wanking, chances are you won't be troubled with wet dreams and all that mess in bed. Where did you do it, Tim?" `Both times, while I was lying in the bath. Made sure it was all off me and drained away.' (End)