Snowglobe: Part 3 - Stains from the Tree

Snowglobe: Part 1 - Christmas

Snowglobe: Part 2 - Ripples form a Cope

 

Hunter waited patiently for Sam to get back, heard the window getting pulled up again and shook gently in bed; like a trained puppy hearing the door open. Hunter waited for Sam to take his clothes off and get into bed. Watching and waiting for Sam to get in, Hunter leaned his foot towards Sam’s and felt his cold skin. 

 

Sam turned at the feeling, putting his chest towards Hunter’s forehead and sighing. He moved his hand to Hunter’s head, rubbed his hair softly and rhythmically, but also clearly tired.  

 

Hunter didn’t say anything, lying there quietly as his brother comfortably rubbed his head. Hunter closed his eyes and drifted soothly, his brother’s warmth next to him along with the nicest head rub ever. 

 

After a few minutes, Hunter could tell that Sam was drifting to sleep. Hunter moved his leg up more into Sam’s, pressing leg to leg and adjusting his head. 

 

“So, how was it?”

 

“Mmm…” Sam moaned. 

 

“How was it? What’d you end up doing?” Hunter asked, wide awake. 

 

Sam groaned and sighed, stretching his arm out and turning his body to get more extension. 

 

“Mmm… it went fine…” Sam interrupted himself with a yawn and scratched his own head. 

 

“What’d you end up doing?” Hunter asked again. 

 

“Mmm… it was nice, she gave me head.” Sam said, trying to get comfortable again as he turned back towards Hunter. He was about to go to sleep a moment ago, but was pulled back into reality by Hunter, who just never seemed to tire out. Then, he felt Hunter’s breath warming up his face. 

 

“You always get head. What’s it like? Do you do anything else?” Hunter relentlessly asked. 

 

Sam opened his bright but weary eyes, witness to Hunter’s insatiable expression; forever curious. A key moment in time, where the older brother passes down the torch of knowledge regarding carnal intimacies to their younger brother. Sam cleared his throat, adjusted himself and his hand found Hunter’s thigh, patting it lightly. 

 

“Yeah, there are other things… head is nice because you don’t gotta worry about getting a chick pregnant, but you have to return the favor… which can be fun but exhausting…” Sam replied in a tired voice. “So yeah, I do other things…” 

 

Sam adjusted himself again, getting comfortable. Being so tired uninhibited him. 

 

Hunter thought about what Sam said, envisioning it as best he could. If Sam returns the favor, that means he sticks his head down there, right? Hunter tried to imagine Sam nibbling coochie, but he didn’t really understand it. He doesn’t have those parts. 

 

“Sam. Does getting head hurt?”

 

Sam’s eyebrows furrowed, a little confused. He tried to think back, but was surprisingly unable to remember when he himself was that unfamiliar with his own body and the workings of the male anatomy. Maybe it’s because Derek was always really nasty and didn’t care that Sam was a kid, so he always kinda understood it, but he tried to think back 4 years ago, putting himself in Hunter’s shoes. Hunter’s definitely around that age when Sam started getting really curious, although he knows Hunter’s never really done anything like that before. 

 

“Well… no, it doesn’t hurt. It’s supposed to feel good. I mean, that’s why people do it. And it’s normal. It’s like jerking off, but better. And it’s okay to jerk off, too… I don’t know if you really know or do that yet though.” 

 

“Mmm… I hear my friends talk about it…” Hunter said, trailing off. Sam wasn’t sure if he wanted to dig deeper into what Hunter’s sexual history right now. He's exhausted.

 

“We can talk more about this tomorrow, okay?” Sam said with a leg pat, turning to his back. 

 

Hunter snuggled closer to Sam as he turned to his back, “How did you learn to do it? Did you watch a video on YouTube?” 

 

Sam sighed, trying not to act annoyed. “No, you just know. You kind of just explore and know what feels good and then you… yanno. Ya do it. Don’t go looking shit up like that on YouTube, mom and dad could see it, dummy. Got my ass caught with the cloud…” Sam thought back uncomfortably, closing his eyes and hoping he’d go back to sleep rather than reimagine the shame he felt after his parents found out they saw all the pictures he were taking and downloading on his phone. 

 

Hunter snuggled in, thinking deeper and following his own line of thought, not aware of Sam’s own train of thought.

 

“How do you know who to explore it with? Does it have to be someone from your class?”

 

Sam opened his eyes again and gave this some more thought. Not just the question, but Hunter. He needs Hunter to go to sleep so he can go to sleep. 

 

Sam turned back towards Hunter and took long blinks, eyes mostly closed. He started to rub Hunter’s back, hoping to soothe him and help make him more sleepy. He then kept his eyes closed completely and continued to massage Hunter’s back, hoping Hunter would just drop the question and drift away. 

 

“Hey, did you hear me? How do you know when to like, explore and stuff. Can you do it with anyone?” Hunter shifted, moving his legs up closer to Sam’s. Sam moved his legs back thoughtlessly, keeping his eyes closed. 

 

“You just… do it with someone you like and likes you back… you’ll know it when you feel it bro…yaaawn…trust me.”

 

Hunter took those words to heart and let it fester and boil inside him. All these times, Sam’s snuck out at night, Hunter’s been left in bed, thinking about what Sam’s doing and how it feels. What can Stacey do for Sam that Hunter can’t? Why does Sam want to have it happen so much? And how did he start doing it, how did he figure any of this out. How do you just start… doing any of that, older kid stuff. Sam made it sound so easy just now. 

 

Do it with someone you like and likes you back… you’ll know it when you feel it.

 

Hunter wondered what that meant, because he wasn’t sure. But he knows that he’s been very curious and feeling Sam against him, smelling him and having him rub his back like he was, it made Hunter feel a certain way. Not to mention, he had to admit. Sam’s body has really started to inspire Hunter. He’s so strong and big, and he smells so unique. Feeling it all, being so close to it and absorbing it really awakened something in Hunter. 

 

Sam turned to his back, hand still on Hunter’s back for the moment but no longer rubbing. Hunter looked up at Sam and felt like he was looking up a mountain. His pecs, rising and falling as a pit formed in Hunter's stomach. Nervously, Hunter moved his hand to Sam’s chest and caressed it gently. Sam kept his eyes closed, swallowing and trying to turn off his thinking. Sam thought that Hunter’s hand felt different, like there was a different intention or communication involved with it than when he normally feels it. Sam shook it off and tried to turn off his brain. 

 

 

Then, Sam felt Hunter’s legs moving closer to his and Sam couldn’t help but tighten up. He couldn’t turn his mind off and started to wonder if he’s really overthinking this? There’s definitely something different with Hunter. But he's really just so tired, it doesn't matter right now.

 

But Hunter's body felt more awkward on Sam's, and he had to check. Sam opened his eyes and peaked down; Hunter’s hand on his chest, his young, naive body movements as he tried to shift in closer to Sam’s body. Sam felt a pit in his stomach, his hand still on Hunter’s back and too scared to move it off. 

 

Sam swallowed hard as his face flushed with heat. Suddenly mentally awake, he thought back to what he said to Hunter and realized that he gave Hunter too many answers at once without enough context. It started to make sense, but Sam couldn’t believe it. Does Hunter actually like Sam? That’s the point of all this, isn’t it? That’s why Hunter’s shifting awkwardly, sliding into Sam. Sam then felt Hunter’s bulge brushing against his thigh. 

 

Slowly, Hunter started to rub against Sam’s thigh; because it felt good. Sam internally reeled, his eyes darting and body tightening. 

 

“Hunter, buddy… I…” 

 

 

Sam found himself tongue tied, a knot twisting in his throat. Sweat building up as realization sunk in deep as he felt Hunter on him. This is supposed to be wrong, isn’t it? He can't help his brother like this.

But as Hunter continued, his movements with growing conviction and comfort, through his briefs, Sam felt Hunter’s hardening and inexperienced member pressing and rubbing against his thigh. Sam was just in his underwear too, and no more words could get choked out as he lied flat on his back. 

 

Hunter’s hand pulled lower, reaching Sam’s waistband with anticipation. Hunter leaned inwards, digging his forearm carefully into Sam’s heavy, tight and limp bulge, which already shot a load tonight. But the contact tickled Sam strangely, his mouth opened as he felt it. He exhaled. 

 

“Hunter… ahh…” Sam looked down, feeling Hunter’s leg crawl over. Hunter was now straddling Sam’s leg, leaning into him and not knowing what to say or do. 

 

And Sam felt his already used cock start to get hard.

 

Sam was in a stage of emotional panic. Sam couldn't believe that he was hard, but he had to tell himself that it's just natural stimulation. He can't think about it, but he couldn't help but think about it. It progressed and Sam didn’t understand why he was allowing Hunter’s fully hard, young weapon to drag along his thigh, pressing hard and starting to find a real carnal rhythm. 

 

Hunter moaned, gently as he continued and Sam looked to the door. He hoped to God the door is locked. He needs this to finish soon. 

 

Sam blinked rapidly, looked back and tightened his hand on Hunter’s back, holding him closer and shutting his eyes. He felt Hunter’s forearm rubbing up against his bulge, his semi-hard dick and loose, emptied balls feeling the pressure of Hunter rubbing up against it over and over. Hunter's arm dug in lustful expedition, shifting around the meat with his strong, stick arm with his thoughts now waiting until after his body stops demanding more sensory input.

 

Demand convinced Hunter to pull his head lower and put his mouth on Sam’s briefs, licking the semi-hard cockhead after he moved his arm to the side. Sam tightened his lips, losing his grip on Hunter as he sunk lower. Sam jerked at the wet sensation and it caused Hunter to moan and shift over Sam, still straddling as his head jerked up and eyes locked. His pelvis pressed and spasmed against Sam’s strong leg, as his hand clutched Sam's thigh and the other arm pulled in towards Sam's meaty center. 

 

Suddenly, the sensation of release. A euphoric explosion ripened Hunter for the first time, his brow furrowed and body curved. A futile attempt to not explode over his brother as he dug his forearm deeper into Sam’s thick meat, firmly experiencing Sam’s almost fully erect cock underneath and even feeling something wet at the tip under his arm. 

 

"AwwWwWW-"

 

Sam pushed his hand against Hunter's mouth, not allowing anymore noise to escape. He felt Hunter thrash on him, a river running over his leg and his hard cock getting pressed and shook on. Sam clenched his mouth as he felt Hunter's tongue jamming against his palm and stared deeply at Hunter's face. Shocked, rocked and mid-orgasm, Hunter's eyes fluttered as he felt a gooey mess swamping his briefs and Sam's leg, face full of sweat and gasping against his brother's wet palm. 

 

As Hunter shifted, his mouth got a little free from Sam's hand. A finger tried to pull him back in like a fish hook. Hunter latched onto the index finger and sucked on it as the rest of Sam's hand jammed in, making certain no sound escapes. Hunter's eyes widened as he choked and squirted the last of his first seed over his older brother.

 

Finally, Hunter collapsed on Sam, breathing heavily. Both of Sam’s hands were tight on Hunter, one in his mouth and the other now over his head. Sam stared in shock as he was sitting up, rigid and feeling Hunter’s body loosen, resting on him. Sam’s cock was still hard and Hunter’s forearm was still on it. His mouth was right there, and Sam was hyper aware of it. Sweating bullets, mouth wide and shaking. 

 

Sam felt stuck under Hunter’s weight but desperately in need to move. The stickiness on his leg was annoying, but his cock was throbbing and he couldn’t stand it. Sam grabbed Hunter’s ass, pushed him off to his side of the bed and jumped up, heading towards the door at full mast and rushing to the bathroom. 

 

When in, Sam sat down and closed his eyes, thinking about the night he had with Stacey and how she looked naked. Her breasts, her ass, her eyes and hair. How she smelled when he was over her, how she looked up at him when he was going down on him. It made Sam moan and he felt himself coming closer. Then he thought about going down on her and how much fun it was to taste, smell and hear her moaning. Sam was close to cumming, about to do it and suddenly, he thought about how much quicker it took Hunter to cum, even though Sam barely did anything. And that’s the thought that went through Sam’s mind as he unleashed his load, his face a grimace and mask of regret and love, his goo squirting as he tried to aim it into the toilet, but some of it rolling down his thigh, mixing with the mess Hunter made on him. Sam breathed out heavily, tried to think to himself and almost collapsed to the floor. 

 

Hunter was now lying in Sam’s bed and in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. That was the most exciting moment of his young life. But at the same time, he feels sick after the fact. He felt very confused and stressed out, touching what pumped out of his dick earlier. It wasn’t pee like he thought it might've been. It was very sticky and smelling it was weird. 

 

Sam walked back into the room and Hunter jumped up, staring at him. Sam said nothing and went to his drawer.

 

“I’m sorry, Sam. I–”

 

“You should change and go back to bed.” Sam said quickly, quietly and wrapped with both sensitivity and concern. 

 

Hunter nodded, not sure if he should say or do anything else. 

 

“We’ll talk tomorrow. You don’t have to say anything.”

 

“Sam…”

 

“Hunter, please.” Sam said quickly, as he pulled out new sheets for his bed.

 

Sam, with new sheets in his hands, turned and looked tightly at Hunter. He really didn’t want to look at Hunter. but he needed him to get out of his stained bed. Sam was worried Hunter might try something again. But Hunter only gently grazed him as he got out of his bed and went back to his room. 

 

Sam sighed and closed his eyes. He had no idea how to begin unwrapping this and his role in it. He just changed out his sheets and then tried his best to go to sleep, but how can you after something like that? He can avoid where it happened, new sheets and all, it doesn’t change what happened. This stain is much more than one layer deep.

 

Did Sam say the wrong thing? Did he really mislead Hunter, or did Hunter just misunderstand him? Hunter isn’t stupid though, Sam knows that. He’s probably smarter than he is, Sam honestly thought to himself.

 

 

The next day, the two boys were distant and didn’t talk much. At the end of the day, Sam was wondering if Hunter would be coming back or not, and it turns out he didn’t. Sam lied in his bed, anxious and concerned about what’s happened between him and Hunter. He hoped that Hunter wasn’t feeling worse about this than Sam was. Sam’s his big brother after all, and Sam has to be a good big brother. If Hunter’s not feeling good about what happened between them, then it’s Sam’s fault for letting it get to this point. 

 

Sam got up and went to Hunter’s room. He knocked on the door, and asked if he could come in. Hunter said yes and was sitting up in bed when Sam went in. 

 

Sam went in without a real plan, but wanted to fix things. He sat on Hunter’s bed, next to Hunter’s knee and sighed. He looked up at Hunter and tried to read his mind. 

 

Hunter stared back too, trying to do the same. He was worried, concerned that Sam would hate him now because of how weird last night was. Hunter felt sick all day and regrets feeling like this. He was ready for Sam to call him a freak and tell him to never touch him again. 

 

“Hunter… do you want to sleep in my bed again? Back to back though.” 

 

Hunter took in what Sam said, and curled up his lips. He smiled and nodded his head, overjoyed at the sudden shift in his expectations.

 

Hunter couldn’t help himself as he jumped to Sam and hugged him. Sam smiled and patted Hunter’s back, holding him and sighing. 

 

“Seriously though, keep it chill. Okay?”

 

“Okay! Sam, I’m really sorry, I–”

 

“Don’t mention it, it’s fine. Just let’s go, come on. I’m tired.” Sam said getting up and gently pushing Hunter off. Hunter grabbed his pillow and blanket and ran off to Sam’s bed before him, getting cozy in the corner as Sam closed the door behind him and made his way back to bed. 

 

“I said back to back, I mean it.” Sam said, sounding sternly. 

 

Hunter grumbled as Sam got in bed, putting his back to Hunter. Hunter turned around and put his back to Sam, butts to butt. Hunter got comfy, shaking his young and excited body and Sam sighed, calming down and getting comfy. He hoped he wasn’t going to regret this. 

Sam and Hunter spent the night together, back to back for the most part. But as Sam woke up, he felt Hunter’s arm wrapped around his back as he lied on his stomach. Sam drearily adjusted his head on the pillow, not wanting to awaken Hunter. 

 

Suddenly, the door opened and Sam’s head shot to the door, time freezing and his entire body rigid. 

 

“Sam, have you…” 

 

Their father stood in the doorway, eyes locked on seeing his youngest son cuddling up with his middle son in the morning. Hunter looked like he was completely asleep, but Sam was staring at him like a deer in headlights. 

 

Slowly, Hunter started to yawn and wiggle awake, curling close to Sam, who didn’t move. 

 

“You boys are old enough to sleep in separate beds. Now c’mon, your mom wants us to take photos at the old cheese house in the village. And if you see my yellow tie, let me know.” 

 

Dad turned and closed the door a bit loudly. Hunter was stretching against Sam, pulling off and mumbling an apology, but not really feeling bad about it. Sam didn’t feel bad either, but he felt shameful. He sat up and felt like he’s been found out.

 

“I found Hunter in bed with Sam and they were… spooning?” 

 

Mom looked up for a second during her search in her purse before shrugging it off. 

 

“We shared beds with our siblings when we were kids. It’s fine.”

 

Dad chuffed, shaking his head. “I guess so, but I didn’t spoon my brothers!”

 

“Oh, it’s fine! Maybe you should’ve. You might have a better relationship with them if you did.”

 

“Oh can it, Marie. You hate them anyways.” 

 

 

Sam made sure to lock the door the next night, and insisted on it being back to back again. Hunter made a joke, wiggling his butt against Sam’s, but Sam didn’t laugh. He lied there, feeling frustrated until he texted Stacey Villares again. 

 

“Hey…” Hunter wearily groaned, watching Sam getting dressed after getting up from the bed. 

 

“Go back to sleep. I’ll be back.”

 

Hunter groaned and watched his brother get up to get going. Hunter was tired but felt something inside him getting pulled as he watched Sam slither into his jeans, watching them wrap around his tight body. 

 

“Come on…” Hunter groaned. 

 

“Hey, hey can it. You aren’t in a position to complain.”

 

Hunter pushed up off the bed and thought about what that meant. He didn’t get a chance to say anything before Sam scurried out of the window and made his way towards his booty call. 

 

Hunter plopped down, grimaced and huffed as he turned around and put his back away from Sam’s side of the bed. He closed his eyes and tried to get comfortable. 

 

Sam came back later that night, snuck in skillfully as he usually does, and slid into bed without a hitch. As he adjusted and went to get comfortable, he waited for Hunter’s traditional nuzzling but felt no movement. Sam felt it weird and turned around to face Hunter, seeing his back to him. 

 

Damn… he actually fell asleep without me here? Sam thought to himself. He stayed with his front towards Hunter and got comfortable, going to sleep and waking up a few hours later. 

 

The next night, Hunter got into bed with Sam and they lied back to back again, but this time Sam woke up with Hunter around him again. The next night, Hunter turned around before they both went to sleep but Sam didn’t complain. Just delaying the inevitable if I complain, Sam thought to himself. Plus, feeling Hunter cuddle up to him really did help fill him up warmly, and made going to sleep feel much more cozy. 

 

The night after that, Sam got messaged by Stacey Villares again and left Hunter in his bed alone. Hunter once again pouted and this time, made his way back to his own bed. 

 

Sam came back, crawled into bed and once again didn’t feel Hunter nuzzling up to him. He turned around and saw that this time, there was no Hunter. 

 

Sam got up in his briefs, walked over to Hunter’s room and carefully opened the door. He approached Hunter’s bed and leaned on it. 

 

“Hunter… Hunter, you awake?”

 

“...What is it?”

 

“What’s up, bro? You good?”

 

Hunter didn’t respond. Sam sat in the bed, wondering if he did something wrong or if Hunter’s just having an off night. 

 

“Hunter?”

 

“What? Leave bro, go cuddle with Stacey Villares or something.”

 

Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Hunter, come on bro. Are you really mad about that?”

 

Hunter grimaced and said nothing, just tightening up under the covers and trying to go under the covers completely. 

 

“Hunter, come on. You aren’t Stacey.”

 

“No shit, I’m your brother! You should treat me better…”

 

“What? Hunter, are you serious?” Sam said softly, moving up to Hunter and finding his mass under the covers. He felt over, understanding the landscape of his younger brother and found his shoulders. He rubbed them and gently pressed his head on his arm. 

 

“Hunter. I… I let you have a lot. I don’t know how much better I can treat you?” 

 

Hunter felt his brother’s tenderness and turned around looking up at Sam. The two stared into each other’s eyes and an understanding appeared to be reached for the time being. 

 

Hunter didn’t say anything as Sam continued to rub his shoulder. Sam smiled and stood up, motioning towards his room. Hunter pulled up with his pillow and blanket, walking over to his big brother’s room. Sam followed and gently closed Hunter’s door and then his door behind them. 

 

Hunter got in first, and Sam did next. Immediately, Hunter rested his head on Sam’s chest and Sam pulled a hand up to Hunter’s head, rubbing his hair softly. Hunter curled up closer to Sam, snuggled his head by Sam’s armpit, then moving his leg up, over Sam’s and rubbed his foot against Sam’s too. And Sam lied passive.

 

Sam lied there, feeling conflicted on how he should act here. He wants Hunter to feel comfortable and nice here, but he knows that he shouldn’t let things go much further than this. Sam needs to make sure that Hunter can't even think about using Sam like a horny dog uses a stuffed animal. But as long as this is as far as it goes, Sam’s content with being a chill big brother about it. Hunter’s still a kid afterall, he’ll work this out. 

 

The next night came and Hunter cuddled up to Sam again, Sam not saying anything. The next couple of nights were like this too, but Hunter started to feel urges. The last few nights, Hunter’s been feeling anxious. But not in the way he feels anxious when Sam’s not around; he’s been staring and getting intoxicated by Sam. Having his hands on Sam’s hips, intaking his smelly older teenage body and feeling his chest rise and fall, all the curves all over and soft, brotherly sensitive whispers at night in his ear. Feeling Sam’s breath on his head, making his spine tingle. He admired Sam in so many ways and dreamed of being just as cool, handsome and muscular when he’s older. He both wanted to give back and take in everything for himself. Hunter was concerned about going further, worried about making the same mistake as before. But then he realized, Sam wasn’t really that angry before. It was all okay, and Hunter’s starting to feel more and more pent up as he did nothing. He can't keep on doing nothing.

 

The parents were out this evening. Hunter started to wrap his legs around Sam’s leg, pulling his body tightly to Sam’s powerful frame. Hunter heard Sam clear his throat and shift; a sign some would take as indication to scale it back. But Hunter was determined. 

 

Hunter was starting to sport a little chub and rubbing his crotch downwards, along Sam’s thigh and buttcheck and back again. Hunter’s eyes were closed, his mouth open a slit as he tightened his grip on his big brother. 

 

“...Hunter.” Sam said in a grave tone. 

 

Sam tightened as he felt Hunter started to use him like a stuffed animal again. He thought to himself that he’d be prepared if this started happening again but yet, he found himself frozen. Somehow, Sam knew that he wasn’t going to push Hunter off. 

 

Sam lied supine as Hunter went to town again and Sam was just counting down the seconds until Hunter finished. It took Hunter longer this time, painfully for Sam. But thankfully, Sam didn’t get fondled so he himself didn’t get any strange, conflicting feelings down there.  

 

After Hunter finished and squirted all over his briefs and collapsed on Sam again, he tightened his body on Sam and held him closer. Sam turned his head away and swallowed hard. 

 

“Hunter. Change your briefs please.” 

 

Hunter pulled himself over Sam, dragging his wet bulge along Sam and even touching bulges. Hunter stopped when he did this, smiled down at Sam and wiggled. Sam just stared blankly, his body tightening and watching Hunter making his way out of his room with a skip in his step. 

 

When Hunter got back, he crawled over Sam and got to his side of the bed with his arm wrapped around Sam. Sam turned around, held Hunter’s hands and looked dead in his eyes. 

 

“Hunter. Do you remember what I said earlier?” 

 

Hunter stared back, not sure what to think in his new pair of briefs. 

 

“Earlier, I said we should sleep back to back.”

 

Hunter nodded but before he could say anything, Sam continued. 

 

“You have to stop this, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t make a big deal about it the first time, but I’m not your girlfriend or boyfriend or whatever you end up liking. C’mon man, no more of this weird shit, ok? If you’re gonna be a horny little fuck, go jerk off in a sock like I used to do or go in the bathroom. But you gotta stop humping me.” Sam shook Hunter’s hands and stared deep. He saw Hunter staring back, a bit shocked and looking a lot smaller than he did before staring up his mountain of a big brother. 

 

“Okay? Stop being weird, bro. I’m trying to be cool but none of this anymore. I don’t want to feel your dick on me anymore. It’s nasty, bro.” 

 

Hunter stared at Sam, his face tightening and head pulled. Sam breathed out and eased his grip to a less serious one, and pulling one hand to Hunter’s cheek. 

 

“Sorry. But it needed to be said.”

 

Hunter lied on his side, staring and conflicting emotions building up within him. He looked down and closed his eyes, even as Sam rubbed his hair. Hunter was hurt and confused and things were starting to feel worse and more confusing as Sam continued to caress him. 

 

Sam sighed, moving over to hug Hunter and held him in close. Hunter pressed up against Sam’s body, unmoving as he continued to be stuck in thought and stress. Sam loosened his grip, but kept his presence over Hunter, cuddling him himself as he got comfortable in bed. 

 

Sam started to feel like he was too cruel with Hunter, and tried to mend the boat by showing that he cares and is willing to compromise with Hunter. He’s a cool, chill brother afterall. As long as Sam keeps on being supportive, Hunter will be fine. 

 

Sam was about to drift to sleep, when he felt Hunter shifting underneath him. He found it relieving in a sense, since Hunter barely moved at all since Sam had to tell Hunter the truth. But, he felt Hunter getting up and crawling to the bottom of the bed, past Sam’s legs and getting off the bed, leaving the room and closing the door behind him. 

 

Sam turned around and waited for Hunter to come back from the bathroom perhaps. But after about 10 minutes, Sam started to wonder if Hunter was in the bathroom or not, or what he was even doing. He thought he might’ve taken his advice and gone to the bathroom. It made Sam shift and took out his phone, texting Stacey Villares. 

 

Sam waited another 10 minutes, but still no Hunter. Sam knows he sometimes takes awhile to get through it, especially if he’s already cum already once, which Hunter already has. Sam waited another 5 minutes and read another text from Stacey, then decided to get up and find Hunter. 

 

First, he checked the bathroom and saw that it was empty after the door drifted open after a knock. Sam turned around and made his way to Hunter’s room. He knocked on the door, seeing a lump in Hunter’s bed. 

 

“Hunter?”

 

Hunter stayed quiet for a few moments. “...Go away.”

 

Sam sighed and walked up to Hunter’s bed. He turned on the lamp and heard Hunter groan and cover himself in a spare blanket he had around. 

 

“Hunter, come on. Relax bro, you don’t have to get mad.”

 

“Go away, Sam. I don’t want you here.”

 

“Hunter, come on. I had to lie down those rules, you were taking it too far. Now come on, sit up and talk to me.” Sam insisted. 

 

He heard Hunter grimacing and pulling up in his bed. He saw that Hunter’s face was red, eyes were wet and it was clear he'd been crying. Sam felt responsible and got closer to Hunter, but Hunter made it clear that he didn’t want that. 

 

“Sorry. But listen, I care about you. You know that.” Sam said, his palms up and towards Hunter. He had no shirt on and was just wearing his tight briefs. Hunter couldn’t help but look over Sam’s powerful, impressive and amazing body. Hunter remembers feeling it earlier, holding up against it. And he remembers feeling his forearm press against that heavy protrusion between his thighs. How meaty and full it felt. Hunter looked down. 

 

“I care about you and we can make this work, alright? You just gotta respect my boundaries. You can’t be rubbing your dick all over me, that’s fucked up. I don’t wanna feel that. And you also gotta respect me doing my thing, alright? I’m gonna go out again later, and I need you to know that doesn’t mean we aren’t cool, alright? You gotta learn to respect me and control yourself, okay?”

 

Hunter grimaced and felt his throat tighten. “Respect you? How about you respect me!” Hunter grit through his teeth, looking up at Sam. Hunter was sitting on his bed, looking up at Sam who was now standing up confidently, his hands at his hips. 

 

“I do respect you bro… that’s why I’m being honest with you. And it’s why I let you rub yourself on me like that… letting you finish. But that’s fucked, you can’t do it anymore.” 

 

Hunter looked down and tightened his hands on his bed. “How come you can do this with Stacey, but I can’t do it with you…”

 

“Because we’re brothers, it’s different. Plus I don’t… just hump Stacey’s leg. We use our mouths.”

 

“I used my mouth last time, though. I can do that again if you want–”

 

“No, don’t!” Sam said quickly and with disgust. He shook his body of that thought and Hunter felt a stabbing sensation within him, seeing and hearing Sam act so disgusted at Hunter’s efforts to help him. 

 

“But you said it felt good.” 

 

“I did not say that it made me feel good. It made me feel weird Hunter, don’t be weird like that–”

 

“You said head feels good!” Hunter said loudly, pouting. “I asked and you said–”

 

“Hunter, Hunter stop yelling.” Sam said, his hands on Hunter’s shoulders. “It… it does, but it shocked me and felt weird when you did it. You’re my brother, not a girl. It’s different, you can’t be like that. You can’t! Okay? We can still cuddle, okay. Come back to my room with me and we can spend a few minutes in there and then I’m gonna have to go out. But when I get back, we can cuddle again, okay? We just really have to start respecting boundaries and learning how to control ourselves, alright bro?” 

 

Sam stared at Hunter who looked up at him with furrowed brow. Sam’s used to working his magic with young Hunter. Although he saw that Hunter’s face wasn’t warming up, he was sure he just had to try a little bit harder. 

 

Hunter was starting to get very angry. Hunter didn’t understand everything, but something inside said that this was not healthy. Or rather, that this felt toxic. 

 

Sam moved his hand up to Hunter’s blonde head, caressing it and Hunter suddenly had enough. 

 

Hunter hauled back his right arm, flexing his young muscles tight, fist packed and white knuckled. He was done. Without warning, he launched his fist forward and Sam couldn’t react at the close distance. Before Sam knew it, Hunter’s knuckles hammered into Sam’s heavy, limp cock and meaty balls. His dickhead and balls took all of the damage, bending his cock like a scorpion almost and indenting his balls with the size and shape of the little fingers that make up Hunter's fist.

 

Sam’s eyes popped open in absolute shock. His mouth dropped and he gasped sharply, feeling his tender fruits getting bashed. His mind hyper-focused on his manhood, his huge and churning testicles and powerful yet currently soft hose. His sensations were skyrocketing and Sam chocked on the floor.

 

Fuck… this is going to get even worse… was all Sam could think for a moment, shocked and concerned as he started to reel. And suddenly, the pain erupted up in his tense, powerful abdomen and it hit him like a brick. Sam bent over, pawing at his sixteen-year old testicles, cupping them as pain poured into his scrotum. His bushy brown brows furrowing and contorting, mouth tightening as he sunk to his knees in front of Hunter. His head right at Hunter’s feet, groaning as he held his throbbing meatballs. 

 

Sam didn’t think about if he deserved it, if he was being passively toxic or if this was totally uncalled for or what. All that he could think about was the agony stemming from his crotch and most especially his testicles for the next few seconds, and boy was there a lot of pain to think about. 

 

“Ughhh... ooooiiiahhhh… uuhhhhhnnn…” 

 

The pain hazed Sam, not aware of his moaning as he clutched his soft, large oysters in his tight briefs. His legs were spread as he laid his head to the floor, rubbing and holding his swelling sack. 

 

Almost 30 seconds passed in this position, the pain peeled back slightly and Sam began to sit back on his heels, body still curled over as he clutched his balls with both hands. He looked up, face contorted and breathing hard. He saw Hunter staring back, unamused and arms crossed. Sam gulped and blinked his eyes rapidly, mouth opening large and wincing through the deep, burning sensation he was experiencing. 

 

“Oookayy… maybe… maybe I deserved it. But I’m gonna cry, Hunter…” Sam whimpered, as he curled back over and breathed hard. Hunter stared down, not feeling very satisfied as he watched Sam’s powerful back arching, rising and falling under his pained breaths. 

 

Sam pulled up again, his face turning sick but accepting. He adjusted his briefs, pulling them down a little to give his swelling boys some room to breathe. 

 

Hunter stepped down in front of Sam, who looked up at his brother’s face, seeing his snarl and dissatisfaction. Sam, in tremendous agony, on his knees in front of Hunter, felt that any debt was just paid. He acted like a dick, so he got punched in the dick. Fair and square. He reached his hand out to Hunter to help him get up from his wounded position,

 

Looking up, Sam didn’t see Hunter rearing back his foot and swinging it angrily into Sam’s meaty manbag. 

 

Hunter’s barefoot slammed up hard, caving into Sam’s manhood and smacking Sam’s already sore testicles once again. The impact of Hunter’s young foot, slamming into Sam’s two meaty marbles was loud and elastic. Sam’s balls swung in their pouch, squirming as they tried to escape but could only get crushed against Sam's pelvis and pounded by Hunter’s foot. Sam's left nut got completely flattened and his right got caught halfway under Hunter's barefoot, the meaty oval blowing up like a balloon with the pressure, as the other almost popped as Hunter’s barefoot swing of justice reached its apex. 

 

Sam choked up at the impact, the pain exploding within him as his eyes rolled and body tensed. Sam collapsed over Hunter’s foot before Hunter could even retract it. Hunter lifted his foot again while it was still stuck up there, crushing Sam’s balls even further and dragging it out, feeling Sam’s soft cock and tugging on his sore, dense marbles and dragging them forward.

 

The impact shot out Sam’s eyes, his mouth choking at the impact and as he fell over, he lost all ability to breathe or think. As Hunter jammed his foot up deeper then pulled, it felt like an inferno was raised over the explosion. 

 

Sam whined and writhed on the floor. Breathing loudly and twisting his powerful legs, pulling them up as he rolled onto his side and gasped heavily. He pulled his legs up and groaned, hands deep and tight against his manhood as began coughing loudly. Sam rolled softly, now lying on his back. His blue eyes started to water as he pulled his legs back down then desperately tried to catch a breath. 

 

“I don’t want to cuddle with you anymore.” Hunter spat down at Sam. “Go to your room when you’re done crying.” 

 

Hunter turned his back to Sam, pulling the blanket over his body and tightening up. Hunter still didn’t feel satisfied, and was angry. But he felt like he effectively broke this up with Sam, and that was all he could do for the moment. 

 

On the other hand, Sam felt like Hunter might’ve broken his balls. His stomach was churning, his balls felt like they had several cracks throughout and each crack was exuding it’s own, bright, deep and deafening agony. Desperately, trying to keep it all together, Sam clutched his aching gonads in his briefs, tears gently hitting the floor as he coughed helplessly, knots in his stomach and throat begging to get undone and agony searing in the young wrestlers, impressive body. The best he could do was not make a mess and try to keep everything contained.

 

Sam lied on the floor for another 10 minutes before he got to his knees and leaned on Hunter’s bed for support. He tried to comprehend what just happened, but the pain was too loud and he was too confused. He leaned against Hunter’s bed, clutching his heavy brief-clad bulge for a few more minutes, whimpering and whining as the pain slowly started to dissipate. 

 

He heard what Hunter said before, but he didn’t understand why Hunter felt this way. He clutched his aching balls, feeling a disgusting pain; by far the most pain he’s ever remembered. Sam rolled his poor balls around with his fingers, wondering desperately.

 

“Hunter… why did you do this to me… too far, bro. Waayy too far.” Sam groaned, eyes still soaked as he shoved his face on Hunter’s bed. 

 

“You deserved it. Now go away.” 

 

“Hunter, fuck…” Sam groaned, voice hoarse as he heavily coughed, leaning towards the floor in worry that something might come out. Thankfully, his dinner stayed inside his stomach and his balls stayed in their sack, so nothing coughed out. “Hunter… this is fucked up.” Sam strained, pushing up off the bed and standing up wobbly. His powerful legs were barely strong enough to withstand his weight in the moment, so he just leaned forward, upper body lying on the bed, hands clutching between his legs. Sam groaned and pushed up gently, shifting and taking small steps, trying to move the pain away as best he could. 

 

“Shut up, Sam. What’s fucked up is you treating me like this. Go and hang out with Stacey or whatever. Leave me alone.”

 

Sam angrily pulled up an arm away from his balls and banged it against Hunter’s leg. Hunter cried out and sat up, pulling his leg away and grimacing at Sam. 

 

“What the hell–”

 

“Fuck, Hunter.” Sam stood up, pushing off the bed with his hands. Still weak and hurting but emotion pulling him over the hump. “I’m so good with you, and you better start appreciating it. Derek would’ve fucking killed you if you tried any of this shit with him.”

 

“He’s not here, but you are asshole. Get off my bed.” Hunter kicked at Sam, trying to get him off, but Sam wasn’t having it. He grabbed onto Hunter’s leg and pulled on him.

 

“Get off!” 

 

“Fuck that, you’re done. It’s done.” Sam said angrily, pulling Hunter to the floor and the two brother’s started wrestling, tumbling on the floor in the middle of the night. They were both in their tight briefs again, rolling around and rubbing their bodies against each other in an attempt to put the other down. 

 

Clearly as the big brother by four years, Sam was physically superior to Hunter but his nuts were hurting him bad, so he was moving slower and weaker than he usually would. It made for a much more even match, with the two young men’s bodies all tethered together and rolling around. 

 

Sam was hurting and angry as he watched Hunter squirm underneath him, trying to find an opening. He was pulling on Hunter’s leg as he was holding him down, and saw Hunter’s bulge wide open, his parts both held tightly in place by his briefs, but also shifting clearly with each movement. Sam grimaced and thought it might be right to teach Hunter a lesson about nut shots. The idea made him feel like a punk, but he’s tired of taking it easy on Hunter. 

  

Sam didn’t do it too hard, but he swung his hand down, smacking Hunter’s bulge intentionally, his young meat shaking like jello and the young man yelping out in shock and covering up. Sam got off him and allowed Hunter to curl up and cover his offended parts. Hunter’s mouth was wide and his eyes were tightly wound. 

 

“Sorry, bro. I know that was a bitch move, but you gotta learn. Nut shots are not in play, shit fucking hurts.” Sam said, rubbing his own much bigger and more swollen pair. “I didn’t hit you that hard, just teaching you a lesson.”

 

“Fuck your lesson!” Hunter cried out, high pitched and shifting his legs and moaning, eyes watering and sniffling. Hunter rocked on the floor, clearly in significant distress. Sam grimaced and felt bad, watching his younger brother writhe like this. He knows how bad this feels.

 

Sam started to stand up and stretch out, still holding his aching nuts. He squatted and shook his leg, sighing and bending over to Hunter and rubbing his lower back. 

 

“Come on, you’ll feel better if you stand up.” 

 

Hunter didn’t budge, stayed curled up and kicked his legs lightly, still whimpering. Sam continued to rub Hunter’s back as he bent over, until Hunter looked up with his watery and pouting face. 

 

“There, there. Let’s get you–” 

 

Sam couldn’t finish his sentence before Hunter jumped up at him, knuckle first into his bro-kegs and sunk it deep into Sam’s briefs once again. 

 

Sam yelled out and fell backwards, the pain inside him exploding once again but Hunter fell with him, his other hand swinging in the air as they fell, and slamming it down right where his other fist was, hammering into Sam’s heavy, ample meat once again. Sam cried out, the pain erupting as Hunter’s fist struck cleanly again. Sam tried to pull his trained legs up, pulling in also his experienced hands for defense but it did not stop Hunter’s onslaught. He swung and swung at Sam’s pouch, yelling out in an animalistic fervor. If their parents were home, this would’ve certainly alerted them. 

 

Sam curled up and tried to cover his balls with his hands, but Hunter was absolutely relentless. He continued to try to pound Sam’s pouch, hitting Sam’s hands into his balls and trying to find a way in to attack them directly with his little fingers. 

 

“Hunter! Stop, please!”

 

Hunter would continue pounding, one hand slamming in from overhead and the other trying a different avenue. He swung it around Sam from behind, between his thighs, where you could see Sam’s hands covering tightly as best he could. But as he pressed his hands close to home, a piece of meat was sticking out from the side and unfortunately for Sam, that’s exactly where Hunter’s wild alternate strike landed. 

 

Sam yelped out and covered up his oversight, but the damage was done. The pain was bright white and he felt sick, curling up as best he can and tearing up helplessly as Hunter continued to slam his hands into Sam’s, trying to get in deep. 

 

Strike after strike, Hunter eventually grew tired of striking and tried to pull Sam’s hands away from his crotch. 

 

Sam felt sick and defeated. He wanted to get lost in the pain but it's just never ending. “Hunter, stop stop! Too far, please, please–”

 

“Shut up! I’ve had enough!”

 

Hunter tried to pry off Sam’s fingers from his brief-clad bulge, and Sam was just weak enough for Hunter to pry his fingers off. Barely, but Sam's crotch was wide open. Hunter took the opportunity and yelled out in a war cry, slammed his head down with his mouth open and closed his teeth around Sam's juicy plums. 

 

"AHHHHFUCKFUCK!" Sam screamed suddenly, legs and body clenching as he felt his rapidly bruising and swelling ballsack receive jagged teeth in a gaping mouth that closed over half of his humongous balls. 

 

As Hunter held Sam's hands high and away like a Harley Davidson motorcycle that might be making too high of a statement, Hunter dug in and tried to swallow his big brother's balls. But it just couldn't happen; Hunter was able to store most of Sam's plums in his mouth, but it could not all fit in there and the stem of his fruit, what connected those juicy, plump pears to Sam's body stayed outside of Hunter's mouth, along with the portion they were most closest to. Hunter filled his mouth up with the rest and clenched his teeth down. Not with the desire to rip Sam's meaty plums in half, but simply to dig in and make an impact. A deep, bloodthirsty and subtlely erotic bite divided Sam's testicles into three; the part that's stuck in Hunter's cave, the part pierced by his pearly white stalactites, and the part that's stuck on the outside and ballooned up in size by the surrounding pressure. 

 

"Mmmmamaaaaaahhhh! Ahhh!" Sam shook and screamed, tightened by the cocoon of pain he was experiencing, enforcing tight, rigid trembles drowned by agony and weakness. Hunter stabbed his tongue in and around Sam's smelly, full meaty testicles in his tight briefs, little wet, slimey punches on Sam's trapped meat, right next to the parts that were getting crushed mercilessly by Hunter's vice-like teeth.  

 

"Fuck, fuck stop! Teeth, teeth, fuckuckaahahhaha!" 

 

Sam's face was tight and red, his hands caught and weak, body completely helpless as Hunter looked up at his older brother. He clenched down harder for 5 seconds while stabbing his tongue deeply into Sam's left orb, trying to crush it against the prisons of his teeth. Hunter watched Sam creak, wince and succumb before he pushed Sam's balls out of his teeth, forcing them to scrape through his slightly opened teeth before they pollped into it's previous shape. The force forced a shrill weep out of Sam that felt like a prayer for release from this evil, mortal coil.

 

Hunter looked over his big brother's loose, weak and sweating body that laid before him. Sculpted, shaped by rigorous hard work and enforced diets, warm with comfort and memories.Curves that tell stories, show beauty and reek of intoxication sprayed totally open and thoughtless ahead of him. Hunter pulled his eyes closer and saw bite marks on Sam's tight briefs, two large eggs that were just pulled behind a curtain, Sam's weak and pleading fingers shielding them with no power behind it. But above Sam's now clasped hands, Hunter sees a large piece of meat laying almost limp. Hunter pushed his hands towards the inside of Sam's briefs and felt Sam's manhood, skin to skin for the first time. 

 

"No, nono... noooahhh!" Sam begged, drearily at first, but grew lifeless animation as Hunter clenched his hands after hearing Sam dispute. Sam's hands clawed as Hunter clutched in his own younger, more vigorous claw, digging his fingers into Sam’s poor, bruised testicles, which were too big to fit snuggly in one of Hunter’s hand.

 

Sam’s eyes were scrunching, his mouth opening wide in desperate breaths before it wired shut as another, tsunami of sheer, deep pressured agony tightened his whole body. Then Sam’s body grew completely weak and helpless as Hunter intensified his grip on Sam's left nut and used his other hand to grab Sam’s cock, which was getting a little more chubby. 

 

“I’m tired of you treating me like I’m stupid! I needed you and wanted you, bro. I listened and cared and love you! Do you love me!?” Hunter yelled, emotions getting the better of him as he swung around Sam’s dick and squeezed his poor sack. 

 

“I know you got off in the bathroom that night, after I made you hard! Don’t lie, I heard it!” Hunter enthused, as Sam choked on the pain. 

 

Hunter stared down at Sam, who wasn’t fighting. His eyes were shut and his mouth was shaking, his body covered in sweat. Once again, Hunter takes in the glorious familiar landscape in front of him, glistening in the shoddy lamp light. Hunter sees everything except for which he felt, both of Sam’s man parts in his hands, both hands squeezing tightly like he wanted to break them off and take away Sam’s manliness. 

 

But Hunter didn’t want that. He weakened his grip on Sam’s nut and cock, and started breathing slowly. Still holding both of Sam’s parts in his hands, he leaned over and rested on Sam’s supine, sweating and aching body. 

 

Neither bro said anything, Sam quietly in confusing agony, yet relieved that he’s not getting squeezed anymore. His ball was still getting clutched uncomfortably and he felt his dick tightening in Hunter’s grasp, but he was too exhausted at the moment to say anything about it. He was also too scared; Hunter suddenly got terrifying and Sam can’t withstand more pain right now, no matter what his dick is saying. 

 

“Sam… I’m sorry.” Hunter said softly, not moving on his brother’s body. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to prove to you that I can make you feel good too. You don’t have to sneak out anymore.” 

 

Hunter crawled down Sam’s body, as Sam softly protested. 

 

“Hunter, please… no more, please–”

 

“Relax, it’ll feel good. I won’t make it weird anymore. I used my friend’s phone to search what to do.” Hunter said smiling up at Sam. Sam was looking down with concern and shook his head, lying back. 

 

Hunter licked his big brother’s big dickhead, breathing on it and shivering in excitement. He was careful not to put anymore pressure on Sam’s balls and wrapped his teeth with his lips and he started to go on Sam’s cock. 

 

Sam groaned and shook. Underneath the natural disasters of debilitating agony, he was feeling a mountain of regret but knew this time, if there was anytime to just let it happen, it’s this time. Just let nature take it's course.

 

Hunter bobbed his head, barely able to cover most of Sam’s dick and gagging as he did so. He pulled his head out, coughing and pulled his hand away from Sam’s broner to hold his throat. Sam looked down. 

 

“You don’t have to… it’s fine.”

 

“No, I will… just… stop talking.” Hunter insisted. 

 

Sam swung his head back and continued to try to recuperate. His balls were still in Hunter’s hand, no longer in an uncomfortable way. Just holding them in his palm, gently appraising them like it were a pawn shop, fully aware of their delicacy. 

 

Hunter sighed and went back on it, doing his best to follow all the tips he found online on how to give great head. He tried to maintain eye contact with Sam, which Sam found stressful and unnerving. Hunter was sure to use his tongue often, but not too often, leading him along and seeing how far his tongue could go and making sure as much of Sam’s intense member got as much attention as possible. He was sure to keep it steady until he started getting a bit more comfortable, then played with the speed. And slowly, he tried to go deeper and deeper. Hunter did his absolute best. 

 

Sam meanwhile, at first was disturbed but as it went on, let himself enjoy it and found himself getting into it at the end. He even held onto Hunter’s head as he started moaning. Sam felt himself starting to get to that point. 

 

“Hunter, Hunter. I’m gonna cum… ahh, I-I’m cumming Hunter.” Sam was panting and trying to warn Hunter that the volcano was about to burst. 

 

Hunter stayed determined and kept his mouth over Sam’s twitching cock. He wasn’t mad, but his eyes were furrowed and ready to take it in. Sam groaned and unloaded, instinctively holding onto the back of Hunter’s hair. His handsome mouth dropping, a low, orgasmic moan escaping as he thrusted. 

 

Hunter instantly choked and felt the warm liquid shooting at the back of his throat. His eyes widened and he didn’t know what to do, muffling in regretful protest. But Sam kept his hand on Hunter’s head as he pushed. His brogurt filled up Hunter’s mouth, pouring out of the corner of Hunter’s lips as he desperately tried to escape. He clenched his hands and tried to pull off. 

 

With Sam’s balls still in Hunter’s hand, this was incredibly painful and he fidgeted, twisted and cramped as agony reimmersed his young frame, the high of his orgasm shattered. Hunter was able to pull his mouth away, gasping for breath and choking as Sam’s seed leaked out of his mouth and the rest of it fell on Hunter’s hair. Sam groaned and pulled his hand down to his balls, clutching them and rolling over. He lied flat, his cock softening and clutching his balls between his thighs. As Hunter ran a finger along his lips, he looked at Sam, seeing his tight asschecks and hands clutching his meaty spuds. 

 

“Sorry… I didn’t expect it to be that much.” Hunter apologized, rubbing Sam’s thigh. 

 

Sam said nothing as he tried to catch his breath, eyes furrowing and mouth agape on the floor. Groans creaked out as he slowly shifted his legs and body, Hunter’s hand moving with Sam. He apologized again and lied next to Sam, belly to back as Sam curled up. 

 

The two boys stayed on the floor as they both recovered, musing in their thoughts and feelings. Hunter felt proud for standing up to Sam and finally taking the next big step and making him cum like that. This time, it was all Hunter and he felt a lot more mature as a result of it. 

 

Sam on the other hand, was in undeniable pain still. Hunter absolutely wrecked his poor balls and now they were totally drained too. He did have to admit though, once he stopped thinking it was weird, it did feel really good; even through the pain, which was disturbingly bad. Hunter honestly did a better first BJ than Stacey, and by a lot too. If it weren’t for all the pain, it might be the best he’s gotten. 

 

Sam wouldn’t admit it, but Hunter has some potential. 

 

“Sam…” 

 

“...Hunter?”

 

“How’d I do?” Hunter asked, rubbing his head on Sam’s arm. 

 

“...How’d you do? You broke my balls, that’s how you did.” 

 

“Shut up! I only did that because you deserved it. But you know… the head.”

 

“Mmm… it would’ve been better if you didn’t chew on my nuts… it still huuuurts so bad.” Sam whined, writhing a little. Hunter moaned and rubbed Sam’s belly. 

 

“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect there to be so much… and it’s so big too.”

 

Sam smirked but grimaced, snuggling up against Hunter. “I am pretty big, yeah... my balls will be bigger after this too. Swollen foreeever..." Sam croaked. Hunter moaned and rubbed Sam's back. Neither said anything for a few minutes, Sam taking more slow steps towards recovery, but being there with his brother helped a lot. And Hunter, tried to think about why he went so ape shit on Sam's balls. Did he like doing that to his brother? Why would he like that?

 

"Don't worry... you'll be big too soon, don’t worry. You’re gonna rip some guy apart if you want to, little weirdo.” 

 

Sam turned to face Hunter with a smile. Hunter had a grimace on, but after seeing Sam’s smile, melted into a smile too. 

 

“Shut up. Don’t call me weird.”

 

“Bro… you’re weird. But it’s cool… maybe I can let you do it again later, when my balls aren't so sore.”

 

“Really?” Hunter asked enthusiastically. 

 

Sam laughed lightly, turning away from Hunter. 

 

"Maybe. But no more ballbusting, this shit is so fucked..." Sam said, curling up and breathing out. The worst of it is gone, but they're stil feeling so bad... and he still feels sick over it.

 

"The fuck was the deal with all that, bro... fuck, don't want me to ever use these again?" Sam groaned.

 

Hunter smirked. "If you promie to let me try again... I won't have to." 

 

Sam turned over to study Hunter's expression, who looked back at him devilishly. Sam shook his head and turned back, letting out a sigh and groan at once, before stretching out and writhing lightly again.

 

 

The two boys were watching TV downstairs with their dad a few weeks later. Some nothing TV show was on to kill time, they were chilling on the couch, the nighttable nearby with the remote and the snowglobe that Sam stole last Christmas. Somehow it showed up in the house the morning after Hunter's first BJ to Sam happened. Their Mother's questioned it, but neither boy had an explanation. They just accepted it and felt better seeing it, although neither knew why. 

 

But at the moment, the TV show was mid and they were both pretty bored. Suddenly, Hunter brushed his leg against Sam’s. Sam turned to see what’s up, seeing his little bro raise an eyebrow. Sam would shrug and head up to his room. Hunter smiled and watched Sam go upstairs, watching his legs and ass move in his tight jeans. Hunter smirked and stared back at the TV, waiting a couple minutes before going upstairs himself, ready to give an enthusiastic brojob, which has happened a few times since the first time. And Hunter’s gotten better and better each time. 

 

When Hunter entered, Sam was already against his bedroom wall. Both boys smiled, and Hunter closed the door, locking it and Sam zippered down his pants, pulling both them and his briefs down in a quick swoop, lowering them to his ankles. Hunter jumped into bed, in front of Sam’s spread legs, eyeing his prize and seeing that Sam was already getting excited. He licked his lips and was ready for slobbering time. 

 

Halfway through, Hunter pulled his head away, getting Sam to look at him quizically. 

 

“This better be good. Cock ain’t gonna suck itself.” Sam said with a cocky smile. 

 

“Shut up.” Hunter smirked, rubbing Sam’s cock as he rested his head for a moment. “I don’t want to swallow this time, so make sure you tell me, okay?” Hunter asked innocently as he raised his head again and tickled Sam’s cockhead with it. 

 

Sam fluttered and moaned. “I will, I will now shut up and keep going before someone hears.”

 

“You shut up, or I'll bite your nuts again.” Hunter said as he vacuumed up Sam’s dick back up and continued back on the brothers new favorite activity. Afternoon quickies with the door locked.