Video links: Corn nuts (5)

It's certainly no secret that I am a fan of he wonderful game of corn nuts that is sweeping the world. It's entertaining, it's funny, it's suspenseful - it's everything that a good game should be.

Here are some more of my favorite videos featuring guys playing cornhole with their nuts.

Let's start with a short clip of what can best be called a "ballseye". Congratulations, mate - I don't think you'll ever have to worry about contraception...

Rascals (Franklin meets Leo and Tristan)

Special thanks to Franklin for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who loves intergenerational ballbusting) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Artwork created by Champ

Featured in this story: Leo and Tristan (click for pictures)

“What do you think he’ll yell today?” Leo grinned.

The 19 year old skater chuckled as he rode down the street, the wind making his curly black hair look like a crazy sculpture. He was wearing baggy pants and an oversized t-shirt, just like his buddy Tristan.

“Get off my lawn!” Tristan imitated the voice of the grumpy old man whose front yard was their destination. Tristan was 19 years old like his buddy. He was blond and lanky, just like Leo, wearing a similar pair of sagging pants and an XXL t-shirt that had a crude drawing of a nude skater with a ridiculously oversized pair of testicles on it. The skater was in the process of racking himself on his own skateboard, and his thoughts at the moment of impact were visualized by two hen’s eggs, their shells cracked, egg yolk running out of them.

“Pull up your pants!” Leo chimed in.

“You kids get a job!” Tristan retorted.

“Rascals!” Leo yelled.

“Fucking rascals!” Tristan repeated, laughing.

Auditions - round 1: Xander vs. Jordan (revisited)

Since more than half of our readers discovered this blog less than five years ago I thought it would be nice to re-introduce some older stories for those who didn't catch them when they were first published. Enjoy!

Previous parts:
Placing the ad

Sorting-out

Change of plans

First batch of candidates

Second batch of candidates

Round 1: Milosh vs. Clay

Round 1: Len vs. Francis

Roudn 1: Omar vs. Cillian

Round 1: Ian vs. Stan

Round 1: Tom vs. Nestor

Round 1: Logan vs. Max

Round 1: Dean vs. Robin

Featured in this story: Xander (click for pictures)

Today, it was the last day of the first round in our series of auditions.

So far, Milosh, Len, Cillian, Ian, Nestor, Logan and Dean had won their fights and made it to the second round.

Now it was time for the last two candidates to fight it out.

Jordan was wearing jeans and a light blue shirt. The 24 year old guy had blond hair and a handsome face. Today, he was sporting a designer stubble. Jordan had told us he was a comedian. I didn’t know whether he was a good one. I hadn’t seen his routine, yet, and he hadn’t been particularly funny the last time I had met him.

When the door opened, and Xander entered the room, Jordan greeted him with a cheerful. “Hey, fella, ready to get your cherries picked today?”

Xander stopped and stared at him.

He was wearing sunglasses, just like the last time I had seen him. Today’s glasses were obviously a very expensive designer brand. He took them off and looked at Jordan, his eyebrows raised. His trousers, his shirt and his shoes were white, and he looked just like the spoiled rich boy that he was.

“Who are you? The Joker?” Xander said.

Jordan chuckled. “Well, actually, I am---“

“Oh, shut up”, Xander interrupted him. He walked over to me and sighed. “Do we have to do this?”

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Video links: Wrestling low blows (7)

When they go low we go wild!

Here are some more of my favorite wrestling nutshot videos.

Are you in the mood for a "low blow massacre"? Here we go! (Hat tip to the wonderful cupcheck_ channel on instagram!)

Best of the busts: June 2020

Most of you probably know our 5 star ratings feature that enables you to leave your feedback quickly and easily: At the bottom of each post you can rate it on a scale from awful (1 star) to excellent (5 stars).


Now let's have a look at last month's posts. If you haven't read every single one of them you might want to check out one of the top picks...

The five top rated stories of June 2020:

Pankration - match 4: Theaetetus vs. Amun (written by Harry)

This is the fourth part of Harry's epic series Pankration that is set in Ancient Greece. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did!

Previous part:
Pankration
Match 1: Tallus vs. Amun 
Match 2: Nico vs. Pollux
Match 3: Lysander vs. Ali

Warning: Can contain traces of cum. 

It had rained all night in Thebes, and it and continued raining right through the morning. At first the rain had been a refreshing respite from the summer heat, but now as Theo sat looking out at the Princes’ Palace from under the colonnade, the downpour just looked heavy and dull. He sighed. It appeared that there would be no Pankration today.

After just a few days of competition, the Pankration had become a central event for the rag tag group of young warriors nicknamed the Lost Princes. Normally their courtyard was a remote and forgotten corner of the palace, but as word of the Pankration had spread, an increasing number of young men had found reasons to stop by, practicing their wrestling or just chatting. Even some of the younger palace servants had made excuses to pass through, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fierce combats they had heard gossip about. But the night’s rain had turned the soft sand of their courtyard to sloppy mud. Shallow pools splashed where battles otherwise might have raged.

Theo looked out bleakly around the empty colonnade and noticed that he was not entirely alone. Across the expanse, he recognized Nico’s blonde head and animated gestures. Peering through the drizzle, Theo could barely make out Amun sitting next to Nico. The Egyptian teen sat straight with formal posture, but he was smiling happily as he listened to whatever story the prince of Thebes was telling.

Tables turned (revisited)

Since more than half of our readers discovered this blog less than five years ago I thought it would be nice to re-introduce some older stories for those who didn't catch them when they were first published. Enjoy!

Due to popular demand, Danny is gonna get revenge on his brother in this story. I consider this (and another story in the “One on one” series which is going to be published within the next weeks) a “one-off”, i.e. it won’t affect David’s behaviour. Even he is defeated in these stories, he will remain the arrogant asshole he has been since the beginning…

Featured in this story: Danny and David (click for pictures)

A week after 19 year old dancer David had busted his older brother Danny’s nuts at our studio – and he was a repeat offender in that regard… - Danny decided to turn the tables on him.

“This time, I’m gonna get back at him”, Danny mumbled.

The strawberry-haired actor – whose achievements in show business included a critically lauded performance as a corpse on a preposterous TV crime show – was sitting on the couch next to me, wearing jeans and a white shirt.

His hands were rubbing the big bulge in his crotch.

I looked at him, irritated. “Your nuts can’t still be hurting from a week ago…”

Danny stared at me. Then he looked at his groin and realized what his hand was doing. He laughed. “No, of course not. This time, they only hurt for a few days.” He grimaced. “Must be your studio. As soon as I’m here, my balls start to ache…”

I grinned. “Your nuts have taken quite a few blows in here, haven’t they?”

Danny smiled weakly. “I guess…” He looked at me and bit his lower lip. “Listen, Alex, I’m sorry about… you know…”

I shrugged. I knew what he was trying to say. The last time he and his brother had been here, David had made Danny do some things to my testicles that weren’t exactly pleasurable…

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Video links: BB Challenge

It's the 4th of July, and to honor ur American friends' Independence Day let's have a look at a combination of three very popular US pastimes: basketball, beer and ballshots. The Basketball Beer Challenge is pretty simple: Place your beer on top of a basketball; bounce the ball; grab the beer; drink the beer. Sometimes, though, it goes wrong - and that's where it gets interesting for us.

Here are some of my favorite videos featuring the Basketball Beer Challenge - or BB Challenge as I like to call it.

Snapshot: The bro-job

This is the 19th part of a loose series of short stories inspired by pictures that I found on the web. They don't necessarily feature any of the regular characters. If you have an inspiring picture let me know by leaving a comment or sending me an email (alex@ballbustingboys.org).

Click here to read previous episodes.

"Come on, help a brother out", Ace chuckled. "I haven't nutted in a week." His big, fat dick was rock hard as he stood in front of his room mate's bed, his handsome face nearly completely covered by baseball cap. He loved fucking his bro's mouth and filling his mouth with his seed.

Tanner was half asleep after spending the last night dancing and drinking and having fun. "Ugh", he mumbled. "Good morning, bro-ough-gughh-ggough---"

Auditions - round 1: Dean vs. Robin (revisited)

Since more than half of our readers discovered this blog less than five years ago I thought it would be nice to re-introduce some older stories for those who didn't catch them when they were first published. Enjoy!

Previous parts:
Placing the ad

Sorting-out

Change of plans

First batch of candidates

Second batch of candidates

Round 1: Milosh vs. Clay

Round 1: Len vs. Francis

Roudn 1: Omar vs. Cillian

Round 1: Ian vs. Stan

Round 1: Tom vs. Nestor

Round 1: Logan vs. Max

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

I had stopped listening ten minutes ago.

Robin was obviously nervous. Very nervous. The 22 year old blond was rambling about every pop culture event of the last month. He had boyish features and a soft voice, clear blue eyes and long eyelashes.

While he was talking and gesticulating wildly with his right hand, he lifted his shirt and absentmindedly ran his left hand over his flat belly.

We were waiting for Dean to arrive.

Suddenly, Robin stopped talking and looked at me expectantly.

I stared at him, trying to figure out whether his last sentence had been a question.

Robin smiled and waited patiently. He had full lips and a face that deserved to be called beautiful.

“Er, sorry, Robin”, I said slowly. “I didn’t pay attention.”

Robin smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. “I asked you if you’d like to take some pictures of me while we wait for Dean.”

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