The Contest

Oh how the days have come and gone. I was quite young at the time. Only twelve. My older brother, thirteen, was getting in an argument with James, his baseball teammate who was a year older. James and Connor, my brother, were talking about cup sizes. Connor had a teen's cup while James had an adult size cup. They were both in the growing process, so it was understandable if they were likely about the same size, but this was the age when they both thought it mattered how big they were below the belt.

I had always had a crush on James, and a crush for me meant fantasizing about being able to touch his bulge I saw every baseball practice I saw from afar. So even the fact that these two were talking about cup size was intriguing for me. Connor was saying that his package was bigger, and James was claiming that his was bigger given that he was older. I paid enough attention to know that, due to the larger cup size, James was likely bigger. Regardless, I did not weigh in on which was bigger. Instead, I proposed the following to them: "If you're both so sure, how about you let me judge?" They both looked at me incredulously, but since I was the only person home who would be willing to do such a thing, they considered. "What does the winner get?" asked Connor.

"A solid kick to the balls!" I exclaimed. They again looked at me with mystified eyes. "Here's my logic: the person with the smaller package will feel enough embarrassment, so I can 'announce' who has the smaller package by kicking the person with the larger package in the balls. Yes, they'll feel pain. But they can take satisfaction in knowing they have the larger family jewels." They both paused and considered this, seeing it as a win-win situation. Either they had the larger package, or they were NOT in immense pain. "Okay," said Connor. "I'm in." James also agreed.

I had them stand back-to-back. I decided to judge Connor's first. I pulled down his shorts to his knees. It was so cute! His package was completely hairless, and both is balls could fit in the palm of my hand. I grabbed them, gave a light squeeze, and jiggled them around a bit. He and I were used to being naked around each other, so this wasn't really a big deal. I pulled his shorts back up. Next was James.

James was a different story. First off, I was very much attracted to him. Secondly, I very much had never seen him naked, so this was going to be interesting. I went around to see his front. We made eye contact, and then he pulled his sweat pants and underwear down.

There they were: two maturing, youthful, plump balls, large enough where one could fit in each palm of my hand. I wrapped each hand around a testicle and massaged them, taking in the texture and sensation. I gave each one a little tug to the point where he winced. I savored this moment so much, I couldn't help but hang on for an extra minute, pretending to come to a difficult decision. I caressed each one slowly, taking in the feeling of each one in its delicate sac. Finally I let go and pulled up his sweats, covering up his family gems. I told them to take two steps away from each other and cover their eyes. I then went in between them. They waited with baited breath while I made my decision, even though I knew which pair was marked for destruction from the beginning. With James' legs spread apart, I brought my foot back and propelled it forward. It struck the delicate organs, lifting him up a few inches, and making the most satisfying "SMACK!" sound. James let out a great "Ahhhh!" sound, grabbed for his beautifully sound yet crushed balls, and fell to his knees in agony. He proceeded to fall to the ground, cradling back and forth in the fetal position. Connor looked at the scene with an embarrassed grin, knowing that he got away with a smaller yet unharmed set of underdeveloped nuts.

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