What My Brother Taught Me

I think I was fifteen the first time he did it to me. About five years older than me, he had some interests that I also had, we had a similar sense of humor, and we generally got along quite well—better than brothers usually do. We liked camping and would often hike to a remote spot, pitch our tent, and enjoy fresh air for the weekend. We looked forward to wearing just our briefs or jockstraps at or near the campsite. Eventually that led to totally naked camping—that was the best.

As kids we wrestled with each other a lot, and that never stopped. Caleb liked to keep me locked in a hold forever. That happened even if I gave up. He loved dominating me, putting me in a hopeless situation and then watching me struggle minute after minute. He told me that’s how you perfected a hold: keep it on the guy in order to see what it does to him. That sounded reasonable to me, so I got used to Caleb’s practicing on my body. But I eventually found out there was more to it than that.

During one camp-out at sunset, we started fooling around and he got me in a bear hug from hell. A strong guy, my brother had enough energy to squeeze my thin frame for endless periods of time. That night he really wore me down with it. But the hold had an opposite impact on one part of me. As my body pressed into his gut, my dick became harder and harder. By the time Caleb let me at last drop to the ground, my dick had turned into stone. Since it was a long one, it became a conspicuous part of me, even in the fading light of sunset.

As I slowly lifted my upper body to continue the fight, Caleb got behind me and went for his favorite finishing hold. His arms quickly snaked around my neck and into a sleeper. I could never pull his arms away when he used this hold; I just didn’t have the strength. I had to let his arms tighten until he blacked me out, which usually happened slowly.

“I got you again, little brother,” I heard him say. I few minutes later, sleep overcame me.

After only a few seconds it seemed, I awakened, feeling really good—a little groggy but relaxed and happy. Caleb sat alongside, with a slight grin on his face. My chest felt wet. I wondered if my joking bro had awakened me with a splash of water. But when I felt the liquid it was cum, not water.

“How did that happen!” I exclaimed.

“You were really horny, man,” said Caleb. “You shot a ton of it.”

“When I was asleep?” I asked in shock.

“Yeah.”

“You bastard—YOU did it, didn’t you! You forced me to cum!”

“I wouldn’t say ‘forced.’ You were more than ready; it didn’t take much.”

“Fuck! Why did you do that? Just because you’re gay and I’m not, it doesn’t give you the right,” I said, thoroughly pissed.

“Hey, I couldn’t resist. I had to see what your cum looks like.” Caleb paused. “You don’t realize how sexy you are.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said sarcastically. “That’s why I have no girlfriend.”

“With a body like yours, you can have whoever you want. Trust me: I’m an expert in male bodies!”

I went on. “If you’re such an expert, how does my cum stack up to the cum of your gay buddies? I assume you’ve seen theirs too.” I again spoke sarcastically, but of course, I wanted to know that information.

“Better. They’d be envious.”

“How so?”

“It’s whiter, and thicker than most. But wet enough to do nice long squirts.”

I became silent, trying not to blush.

Caleb put a hand on my chest and examined some sperm with two of his fingers. “Your balls make really good stuff.”

“It still was a dirty trick,” I protested. You put me out so I couldn’t stop you.”

“Yeah, that was the plan. But now, I bet you feel good.”

I did—fantastically good, although I didn’t tell him. In fact, I felt much better after Caleb got me than after I get myself. Instead, I replied, “Shit, now every time we fight I’m gonna worry that you’ll do it again.”

“You’ll just have to become a better wrestler and stop me.”

The following weekend while we were camping, the same thing happened. Only this time I emerged from the sleeper (or he woke me up purposely) shortly before I shot off. I saw Caleb kneeling beside me with two fingers and the thumbs of each hand grasping the sides of my upright rod. He had it in a strange kind of squeeze—it looked like he was pinching the tight skin only, not the cock itself. It was sort of painful, but those fingers were doing something else. They were somehow making the inside of my rod feel incredibly good. I felt my cock try to leap out of his grasp with a big spasm. A few seconds later, a second spasm hit, then a third.

“Yeah,” whispered Caleb, obviously feeling the spasms with his fingers. “Give it to me,” he said, as if talking directly to my cock.

My stud brother got a quick reply—a long series of big squirts that made his eyes open wide. Caleb kept holding my cock while it erupted and also through the long-spaced spurts that followed. Caleb finally placed my rod down on my gut.

“I had to give your cum another check-up!” said Caleb, smiling down at me. “You shot more than the last time,” he said. “You’ll sleep well tonight!” He wrapped his fingers around my sensitive cock and gave it a pleasure hug that felt absolutely wonderful. Maybe he slowly massaged it at the same time. I don’t remember, because almost immediately I fell asleep….

Caleb did it to me many times after that. “It” got to be almost a regular thing that both of us looked forward to—wrestling, me submitting to him, and then Caleb making me shoot. Several years passed and we were still at it. I grew much stronger, our matches became rougher, but ultimately my brother could still do what he wanted with me; it just took him a little more time than before.

“I think you’ve made me gay,” I told him, as we sat on a sofa watching a football game.

“I don’t think so,” he replied. “You had it in you all the time. Your balls were just waiting for the chance to show you.”

He looked down at my crotch. “They always look so horny.” He put his hand between my spread legs and felt them. “Like right now, bro.”

“Shit, you’re gettin’ me hard.”

Caleb checked out my cock through the denim. Then he opened the fly and held it securely in his hand.

I grinned. “That’s cheatin!’”

“Yeah, but I know you can’t resist.”

It was true. I quickly fell under his spell as he started to play with my rod. I opened my jeans for him.

“Now that you’re old enough, I have an offer for you,” said Caleb. “How would you like to see two guys do a hot rasslin’ match in private?”

“How hot?”

Caleb put a hard squeeze the top of my rod. “Very hot.”

I winched from the squeeze. “O.K…. O.K., you convinced me!”

He went back to toying with my rod.

“Who are the guys?”

“A buddy of mine, and me.”

“I’m in! I wanna see you get creamed!” I said.

Caleb put a major squeeze on my cock, hard enough to make me yell. “What makes you think I’m gonna lose?”

My cock began to pound in pain. “Hey, stop it man—that hurts.”

“Say it.”

“I submit!”

He kept squeezing.

“Who’s gonna win?”

“You are! You are!” I shouted.

“How am I gonna win?”

I hesitated, not sure of what Caleb wanted to hear. “By squeezin’ his cock!” I shouted in painful desperation.

“That’s right, bro.” He ended my agony, but kept his hand around my rod. “Sound like fun?”

“Yeah, as long as that hold’s not on me! That one’s a killer!”

The match took place in Jesse’s basement. Caleb immediately started to strip off his gym shorts and jockstrap. Jesse did the same. Seeing my look of surprise, Caleb said, “Real men fight naked.”

I smiled.

“Real spectators watch naked too,” added Jesse.

That was clear enough. I smiled and took off everything I had on.

The guys began the match with a collar-and-elbow hookup. It wasn’t exciting, but it did allow me a good view of the their cocks and balls. The long cocks pointed at each other, as if they were a part of the action too. Jesse made the first move, diving for my brother’s legs. He pulled them aside, quickly sending my bro to the mat. They wanted a submission fight, so Jesse immediately grabbed both of Caleb’s arms, flipped him onto his stomach, and went for a double arm bar.

Jesse stood over Caleb with a foot on either side of him and proceeded to force the arms up toward his head. It was a progressively painful hold—the further Jesse pushed, the louder my brother’s yells became. When he had the arms perpendicular to Caleb’s prone body, I thought he’d submit. But he didn’t.

So Jesse went further. My brother screamed in pain. It looked like this was going to be a brutal fight!

“Give up, man, or your arms won’t work for the rest of the match!” said Jesse.

Caleb took it a little longer, but then shouted, “O.K. O.K! I give!”

Jesse threw down the arms and Caleb lay there motionless, recovering. But Jesse gave him no break at all. Right away he jumped on his opponent’s back, producing another painful yell from Caleb. Jesse gripped Caleb’s chin with both hands and forced it toward him. Caleb’s body strained as his spine began to bend. Jesse increased the bowlike bend by securing Caleb’s arms on top of his crouching legs and pulling my brother’s head back farther and farther. Caleb reacted with cries of submission.

However, Jesse wasn’t finished. He moved his hands from Caleb’s chin and locked them onto his pecs—left hand on the right one and vice versa. Then he dug his fingers into the sensitive armpits. I never saw Caleb in such pain. His whole body seemed to freeze as he shouted “No!” with all the air he had in his lungs.

“Give up!” replied Jesse. He grinned in supreme satisfaction and kept the claws in place, knowing that his victim couldn’t last very much longer.

He didn’t. A few seconds later Caleb screamed out his submission.

Jesse let his chest fall to the mat and, without pausing to let Caleb get up, spun around facing Caleb’s ass. He drove a claw hand into each of his sides with shocking force. The brutal kidney claws were scary to watch. Hearing Caleb’s hysterical cries made watching it much worse.

“God, don’t send him to the hospital, man!” I yelled in horror.

After he heard that, Jesse clawed even deeper into Caleb’s sides.

“Ahhhh!” shouted Caleb.

I got up ready to attack Jesse. “Break the hold!”

“That’s up to your brother.”

“Give it up,” I shouted to Caleb. “Don’t let him hurt you like this!”

But I had underestimated my brother. Caleb managed to grab Jesse’s left foot. With a swift movement, he twisted it sharply. Jesse screamed in pain and threw his back to the mat. Holding the foot, Caleb dropped his butt on the mat and twisted the captured ankle once more. Jesse sat up and tried to grab Caleb’s hand, but another big twist put an end to that idea. Caleb kept Jesse under control with this hold for several minutes. Whenever the guy made an attempt to escape, Caleb increased the pain of the ankle lock and Jesse fell back again.

Caleb winked at me, proud of the hold. “Like this one?”

But before I could answer, Jesse drove his other foot into Caleb’s ball sack.

“Shit!” I exclaimed.

“Sorry, dude,” Jesse said to me. “Your bro does have great nuts—at least, he used to!”

I didn’t appreciate the humor.

Caleb gasped and grabbed his injured balls. At the same moment Jesse let him feel his brand of ankle torture. He turned the foot sideways, producing a shriek from Caleb. To make matters worse, he scissored Caleb’s thigh to hold it down and tried to force the lower leg higher using the twisted foot.

Caleb’s fists struck the mat again and again as pain shot through his leg and knee.

“Too much?” asked Jesse, seeming concerned. He mercifully returned the ankle to its normal position and Caleb calmed down. But he suddenly cranked the hold back on with a vengeance, causing more agony than if he’d kept it going.

Jesse enjoyed Caleb’s screams as he kept up the torture. So did his cock. I watched it reach upward repeatedly, as if ready to erupt. It even seemed to get longer when Caleb cried out louder.

“Submit if you wanna walk again!” warned Jesse.

“Fuck! Fuck!” yelled Caleb, out of his mind from the pain.

Jesse unhooked the scissors and put the heel of his foot against Caleb’s sack once more, prepared to ram it. “Last chance, man. Submit, or your balls get it worse than before.”

Caleb stubbornly resisted. “I’m not gonna give in to you again!” he said, with tears of pain in his eyes.

I got up again, set to defend Caleb.

“Stay back, or your brother’s gonna pay!” shouted Jesse.

I didn’t move; I didn’t know what else to do.

I watched Jesse push his heel into my brother’s nuts—not with a big blow, but slowly, prolonging both the terror and the pain. Caleb clenched his teeth together, courageously trying to survive it. I cringed as I witnessed the gradual and likely destruction of a beautiful set of nuts. A little at a time, the heel proceeded to flatten Caleb’s balls against his crotch.

I could hardly bear to watch. Furthermore, Jesse moved the heel back and forth, really working those balls. Jesse’s cock was getting more excited. It reached high and stayed there, jerking with anticipation. Soon Jesse had the balls completely flattened and covered by his foot; I couldn’t see much of them anymore.

Caleb had met his end. “Stop!” he screamed. “I give! I submit!”

Jesse was slow at acknowledging the submission. He didn’t release the ankle lock and sack crush for another harrowing minute. When it was over, Caleb sat up and immediately began to feel and massage his nuts.

Jesse remained on his back, grinning at Caleb’s worry over his balls. “They’re gonna hurt for a while—I did a good job on ‘em!”

Furious, Caleb surprised Jesse by grabbing both his legs and bending the guy into a perfect rollup. “You’re not gettin’ out of this one, man!” stated Caleb, using his body weight to keep Jesse in place.

“Shit!” sputtered Jesse, realizing what Caleb said was true.

Caleb smiled at me. “What do you think, Cody?”

“I think he looks very sexy that way, with his ass up high!” I answered.

Caleb looked down at Jesse’s contorted face. “Now you’re gonna be the one submitting, dude.”

With Jesse’s legs rolled up and held firmly with one arm, Caleb reached between Jesse’s thighs with the other. He pulled the cock up into view and held it tightly.

“Remember this?” he asked me.

“It’s hard to forget!” I smiled.

Caleb then put an enormous bear hug on the rod, just like he had done to me. Jesse gave up right away. But Caleb didn’t let go: he intensified the grip.

Jesse shouted in protest. “I submitted!”

“Yeah, and you’re gonna say it again, and again, and again!”

Caleb did make Jesse do that. Yet, when he had his fill of Jesse’s shouts, Caleb still didn’t release the cock. “Now it’s time for your final submission. You’re gonna show us your cum.”

“Fuck you, man!” yelled Jesse. “Not in front of your brother!”

“It’s OK, he’s like us; he wants to see what you’ve got!” replied Caleb, stroking the guy’s cock with an unhurried yet irresistible motion.

Jesse looked pissed, but he couldn’t do anything about it. His face turned red from anger or embarrassment as his cock steadily swelled and tightened.

I moved in closer.

“Check his nuts,” suggested Caleb.

I’d never touched another guy’s balls before, and I hesitated.

“Go ahead. I bet they’re gettin’ stiff.”

I looked at the big sack and pretended I was a doctor. I carefully put my fingers around it.

“Are they?” asked Caleb.

“Yeah, definitely,” I said.

“Give ‘em a thorough inspection!”

I took my brother’s advice and gave each one a long exam. Jesse groaned as I fingered his nuts. I could feel the sack skin get firmer.

“Hey, he likes that,” said Caleb.

I smiled and kept the exam going, using more pressure.

“Yeah, that’s it, make ‘em feel it!” said Caleb.

My cock became rock hard as I started to use some real force on the nuts. Jesse groaned louder.

Caleb smiled and continued to stroke his helpless victim, while I increased the pressure on his balls.

“Dude, how do you like two brothers givin’ it to ya at the same time?” asked Caleb.

“Fuck you guys!” shouted Jesse.

“Hey bro, take your other hand and check out his hole!”

I held up the third finger of my free hand. “You mean….”?

“Yeah, stick it in.”

Jesse’s eyes rolled as I slowly inserted my finger. I didn’t know if he was reacting to pain or pleasure or what. But I think it was pleasure, because my other hand felt his balls seem to get bigger.

“This is so hot!” said Caleb.

I continued to push my finger in deeper.

“Is he makin’ your ass feel good?”

“I’m gonna get you for this!” sputtered Jesse.

“But we’re gonna get you first!” said Caleb. “You ready to show Cody your sperm?”

Jesse was silent; his balls felt totally packed with cum.

Caleb slowed down his strokes. “Get your camera phone,” he said to me. “This needs to be on the net.”

“God damn you!” yelled Jesse.

I didn’t want to get go of those hard balls, but I thought Caleb had a great idea. I picked up the device and prepared to begin a video.

“Get both of us in it first. I want my buddies to see who made Jesse shoot.”

At that point, Jesse really struggled to free himself from the rollup, swearing continuously. But after about a minute, the struggling stopped, as Jesse’s cock decided to go with Caleb as its new best buddy.

“Oh yeah,” said Caleb softly. “Your cock is mine now. I can make it give anytime I want.”

He halted his stroking, grasped the inflamed rod at the base and forced it upright for me. I zoomed in on the stud’s huge shaft. Jesse grunted as some cum emerged from the head. Caleb moved his hand up the rod and spread the thick liquid around the head’s surface with his thumb. Jesse gasped in acute pleasure.

“Yeah, anytime I want,” said Caleb.

His thumb kept circling the head, driving Jesse’s pleasure to unbearable levels. The guy’s whole body stiffened; I could almost feel his heart racing madly as the climax approached. Then Caleb took his thumb away. My brother had excellent timing. The climax didn’t happen, but the excitement left Jesse out of breath. Caleb smiled down at him. He repeated the same motion with his thumb, quickly bringing the cock to a firing point, then stopping it just before it could shoot.

“Fuck, you’re just playin’ with me!” said Jesse, increasingly frustrated.

“I’m gonna get your cock so excited that’s it gonna hurt when you cum,” said Caleb.

Sure enough, my brother brought Jesse really close again and again.

“Keep squeezin’ those nuts, bro.”

I did. It was fun having total control of a guy’s balls over such a long time. Once in the high school locker room I saw one of our football players grab another dude’s nuts, but it only lasted maybe half a minute—I wanted it to go on longer.

At one point Caleb gave his victim a minute to catch his breath, then moved his thumb lower, to a spot just below the head. When he started to massage that area, Jesse’s mouth flew open in renewed pleasure. He tried to twist his body out the rollup, but of course the struggle ended in failure. Caleb kept rubbing the spot on the cock’s underside, causing Jesse to yell out in ecstasy. Soon the extreme pleasure began to paralyze the dude. His body became still, his yells turned to sexy-sounding moans.

“Yeah, this’ll get ya,” said Caleb, working on the cock with a relentless motion that Jesse couldn’t defeat.

The moans slowly rose in pitch. I held my camera motionless, ready for the big explosion.

“Now, show the world what you’ve got!” said Caleb. “Your juice is gonna be online tonight!”

Holding the long cock upright with one hand, Caleb used the thumb of his other hand to take Jesse over the breaking point.

Seconds later the cum flew out in giant spurts—straight up—while Caleb continued to massage the erupting cock. I never heard a guy scream like Jesse did during that orgasm. The sound of it made me feel super sexy as well. I took hold of my rod and started jacking it.

I couldn’t believe the amount of cum the guy had in his balls. He just kept shooting and shooting. It was quite a show, a tribute really, to Jesse’s manhood. As I watched him pump out his stuff, I became really envious. In my eyes he had taken on celebrity status.

Caleb finally released Jesse’s legs, ending the rollup and leaving the guy grunting in pleasure on his back.

My brother put a hand on Jesse’s heaving chest. “That’ll keep you quiet!”

Sitting up on his knees alongside Jesse, Caleb flexed his biceps in victory. He looked awesome there with his excited, upright rod. I turned off the camera and laid it aside.

“So how did you like that, bro?” asked Caleb.

“You were great, man!”

Caleb looked down at his long cock. Then he looked at me. He slid closer, putting the big tool within my reach. In fact, his eyes said, “check it out.”

Caleb had never let me do that until now. I wrapped a hand around the muscle. It felt very warm and harder than I expected. Almost automatically, I began to slowly pull up on the muscle, stretching it as far as I dared, then back down. After I repeated this a few times, Caleb closed his eyes, obviously enjoying the pleasure.

“You have a future in this, bro!” he said.

Both of us had stupidly ignored Jesse. The guy suddenly leaped up and locked Caleb in a sleeper from behind. Jesse saw the look of disbelief on my face, a look that asked him, “How can you start wrestling again so soon after an orgasm?”

Jesse answered without me having to speak it. “I shoot off five or six times a day. After a couple of minutes I’m ready to go again. I guess your brother didn’t know that!” said Jesse. He stared at me with serious intent. “And when I finish him off, I’m gonna find out how many times YOU can cum!”

Caleb looked very sexy as the choke weakened him. He knew it would put him out, and before that happened, he whispered a message to me: “Never… let… down… your… guard.”

As his eyelids sank lower, his cock started to twitch seductively. I wondered what that meant. Does a guy getting choked feel hornier? I watched in bewilderment as my brother’s strong arms sank to his sides and his straight-up cock pulsed with excitement. Then, Caleb blacked out.

Jesse released him to sleep soundly on the mat. Next, the stud turned in my direction on his knees and looked at my erect rod. He beckoned for me to come to him. As if hypnotized, I moved forward, also on my knees.

“Put your hands on my shoulders,” he instructed.

I did, fearing what this muscular, super-sexy guy would do me, but also having a strong desire to let him do it. My cock, thrilled at the prospects, already dripped with pre-cum.

Jesse stared at it and smiled…..

A few days later I admitted to Jesse that he had become my sex idol. The stud grinned and pulled me closer. He told me he got horny every time he thought about his encounter with my brother, and the concern I showed for him during the match. But, he said he thought about me even more. Then he leaned back, spread his legs, and let me play with his balls again. All night, in fact.

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