Date: Sun, 22 Nov 2020 20:16:41 +0000 From: Robert Thomson Subject: DO BOY BALLS DROP Part 3 Robert Thomson writes: DO BOY BALLS DROP? Part 3 This story includes sexual activity between teenage brothers. Anyone likely to be offended by such material should quit this site at once. For the ongoing benefit of nifty readers and writers alike, please remember to donate at https://donate.nifty.org.html DO BOY BALLS DROP? If only for ease of recollection and in response to helpful comments, I have stuck to this title although what follows is far from my earlier experience when I assured my younger brother Tim that I could see nothing wrong with his growing balls. Tim's antics with his Chinese classmate making use of the isolated caravan owned by the latter's dad went on for some months to the mutual enjoyment of both. After Tim had (unasked) told me what they had done on their first meet up there, I didn't really take much interest other than noticing how he came back looking pleased with himself from time to time, hurrying to have a shower. It must have been at least a month or two later while I was in my bedroom doing some push-ups in nothing more than an old pair of shorts when Tim knocked and came in. I stopped what I was doing and both of us sat down on the edge of my bed. It was obvious to me that he had something on his mind. What he came out with was nothing I ever expected to hear from him. "Rob...did you ever know of any boys...like fucking each other?" I put an arm on his shoulder. "Whatever makes you ask me that!?" "Just that a couple of my classmates were talking about stuff like that. Said that two older boys had got themselves thrown out of school for doing it. It was years before we went there, they said." "Tim, if you ask me, how could they know? More like imagination." "You might be right but did you ever know any boy who did that?" "Well, to be honest, the answer's yes." "And it's not something you ever thought about doing?" "Tim, wanking's fine for me. Best you forget about boys fucking each other. Just do a bit more wanking." He gave one of his typical sniggers and went off. I hoped I'd said enough for him to forget about all that. Despite what I said to him, he must have kept on thinking about it. The very next time we were alone, just taking our dog for a walk, he again raised the subject of boys fucking each other. When we got to a park bench and sat down, he took my breath away by saying something like "Rob, I know what you said, but I can't stop wondering how it feels to be fucked...maybe we could try doing it sometime?" "You serious? You mean you think I'd fuck you? We're brothers." "Mmh, yes. That's why I wouldn't want to try doing it with anyone else except you. You never did that?" "Tim, listen. Told you I'd never done that. The two of us doing it's not a good idea. Apart from anything else, my cock hasn't got any smaller. You could easily get hurt and regret you ever asked me to do it with you." "It'd just be the once, Rob. I'd stop wondering how it would feel after that. Promise. Say you'll think about it, that's all." I knew Tim well enough to grasp that he was a very determined 15-year-old. Two months off 17 myself, as we walked back to the house with our dog and once back in my room, I came round to thinking that if I started doing it with him, he might change his mind when he saw my cock really hard. Mine was over 8 inches long and so thick that I could barely get my thumb & middle finger round it. In any case, where could we do it without any risk of being caught? Being caught doing that, never mind with my younger brother was too bad to think about. Circumstances played a big part in what happened next. Both of us were still at our schools. One Thursday night, our mum and dad explained that they were planning to visit her sister who lived quite far away, so they would be leaving to drive there early the next morning, not expecting to be back until the Monday evening. There was plenty of food left for us, and we promised to see that both of us were dressed & ready for school in good time. Back from school, we sat down to have some food. While we were washing up the plates & things, Tim grabbed me by the arm, saying "Rob! We got the house to ourselves. Please, can we try doing that? Promise, if you do it, I'll not ever say anything about it." I decided there was nothing to be done except to do what he wanted. "OK, Tim. You win. First we have a shower together." He grinned. Upstairs, we tore everything off in my room and got under the shower. Both our cocks were hard even before the water was on. We didn't spend long in there, just long enough to soap each other's balls. Dried off, both still hard, I was thinking of getting on my bed, but Tim wanted us to go on his bed. He said his was firmer. He pulled his duvet off, throwing it on the floor. Then the two of us got on the bed. I let him play with my stiff cock. "Told you, Tim. You really want that in you?" "Yes, now that we got the chance. What do I do? Lie down flat on my stomach?" He did that, lying with his legs apart. I knew I couldn't just start without something to ease my way in. I had to dash back to the bathroom cabinet for a bottle of baby oil. Tim was still lying there with his balls showing between his legs, looking round at me as I put some of it between his legs and some more of it on my cock. I knelt behind him. My cock was so stiff that I didn't need to take hold of it, just pushing gently to find the right place. I said something like "Don't hold your breath. Promise I'll stop whenever you say. He turned his head, "Go on, Rob. I can feel the heat of your cock between my legs!" I pushed forward very gently with both hands flat on his back. He was very tight down there. As I pushed, I felt him open slightly. Just the head of my cock slipped in. Mine was quite pointed, not blunt. He gave a loud gasp. "Oh! Rob! Oh! Sore! Mmh." I didn't move. Just held it there. Then I gave another gentle push. It felt so good, what I wanted to do was just to shove my whole cock all the way into him, but I managed just to keep pushing very slowly. Tim was wriggling about with his legs getting entwined with mine. Once the swollen head of my cock was right in, I held it there, like letting him get used to it. He was still making little gasping noises. I let him have a bit more, in there by something like 4 inches, pausing again before another gentle push. Taking my hands off his back, I put them on the cheeks of his backside and gave another push. My cock was going into him far easier than I ever thought possible. Another push and my balls were right up against him, so he'd taken all of my cock. "Still hurting, Tim? I'm right in there." "Oh! Wow! Not so bad now. Can feel the heat of your cock in me!" He put a hand round behind him, feeling where my cock was in him. "Just your balls there, Rob! Can't believe you have it right inside." "Can I start really fucking you?" "Go on, it's like you're touching some place inside. Gives me a good feeling." I did that, pulling back a bit, then giving a deep thrust, just like that, over & over. Tim kept putting both hands on my back, like he wanted me deeper in him, but I was as deep as I could go and just knew I couldn't keep from spunking for long. I told him how I was feeling. "Doesn't matter, Rob, just let yours shoot into me!" All it took was another couple of thrusts. My orgasm started. I couldn't stop myself from falling forward on top of him with both arms locked under his chest as my cock jerked inside him again & again. It was still jerking & throbbing in there when Tim gave a big gasp "Oh! Now! My spunk's coming. Keep your cock in there!" I felt his spasms gripping my cock as his spunk was coming. They went on for fully something like 30 seconds, very strong. We lay there with my cock still in him. It must have been over 5 minutes before we got our breath back. I drew my cock out very slowly, getting up on my knees. Tim rolled on his back. His spunk was on his belly & in amongst the big patch of curly ginger hair above his cock, his foreskin all the way back and him still a bit hard. We looked at each other. I said "All OK Tim? How was that for you?" He was still a little out of breath, licking his lips and shaking his head. "Oh! At the start it hurt like nothing else, like your cock was splitting me open. After that, it was good. I felt you spunking inside me, and something you hit in there made me spunk too." "How did it feel for you?" "Amazing, Tim, You were so tight, I don't know how I managed to go slowly. Worried about hurting you." "Top of my bed's a mess, Rob. Lucky mum and dad's away. I can get my top sheet into the washing-machine & dried before they come home. There's still some drips coming from your cock. Let's get another shower. We went in to our bathroom just naked as we were, clutching clean towels. Having spunked inside Tim, before we got into the shower, I made him sit on the lav. A big load of my spunk came out of him at once, no blood, very relieved that I hadn't really hurt him. In the shower, he let me feel down where my cock had been in him. He'd closed up tight just as it had been before I started doing it. After we'd dried off and taken that messed-up sheet off Tim's bed, we got some clothes on before going downstairs. We sat watching TV and having lots of soft drinks & some biscuits. When it was time for getting to bed, I let Tim get in with me because his top sheet was in the washing machine. Both of us were in PJs and were asleep in no time. We promised each other that we'd never say anything about doing that. Our secret, and Tim `s curiosity seemed over & done with because he never again mentioned that. (End)