Friday, October 30, 2015

Zach’s education: Detention! (Micky meets Logan and his friends)

Special thanks to Micky for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who can't help but wonder why his own high school isn't more like Bartlett High!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.


Previous parts of "Zach's education":
Volunteer
Lesson 1: The erection
Lesson 2: The "blue balls" phenomenon
Lesson 3: The ejaculation
Lesson 4: The prostate
Lesson 5: Phase of practical involvement

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.


Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)


Micky ran his hand through his ginger hair and smiled at Logan. “Thank you so much for doing this”, he said softly. “I’ve been looking forward to it for weeks.”

“Oh, come on, it’s nothing”, Logan said, leaning back in his chair. “It’s not your fault that you missed class, right?”

Micky smiled shyly. Like Logan, he was 18 years old. His skin was pale and soft, and he was wearing jeans and a tight-fitting t-shirt that made him look even slimmer and taller than he really was.

Logan stretched his arms and smiled back at Micky. “It’ll be good for you. It’s good to know stuff about sex and all that.”

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Video links: Comedy gems (1)


People have laughed for as long as man exists - mainly because right from the start, "man" had these funny little vulnerable things dangling between his legs, and I'm pretty sure that even back in the day when "entertainment" meant sitting in a cave and staring at drawings on the wall, the "hit in the dangly bits" was a staple of stone-age comedy.

Thank god we've evolved a bit since then, and I don't have to show you funny cave drawings... Instead, I'm gonna introduce you to my favorite scenes from TV, web shows and movies that derive their humor from watching a guy deal with testicular trauma.

Today, we'll be looking at

First up is Zac Efron. Seriously, is there anything funnier than seeing Zac Efron get hit in the nuts with a baseball? He really sells it, too, and I love the way he whispers "Strike!" while writhing on the ground in agony...


Monday, October 26, 2015

Video links: If you're happy and you know it clap your balls


Judging from the sound their balls make, the guys in the following video clips have A LOT to be happy about... (Make sure to turn the sound up.)

Friday, October 23, 2015

Leif’s too short


Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: BenErik and Kev (click for pictures)

“He’ll be here any minute”, Kev said. “You’ll love him! He’s a fucking god, and he’s hung like a horse!”

It was a hot summer day, and the 20 year old stud was shirtless, wearing a pair of short baggy pants that were hanging very low, exposing the muscular jock’s hip bones and some of his pubic hair.
I wiped my forehead. Sure, we were always looking for new models but today didn’t seem like a perfect day for a casting session. It was an extraordinarily hot day, and our air conditioning was broken. Sweat was running down my back. It was only noon, and yet I felt like I needed a shower.

But apparently Kev’s friend had been very eager, so we were going to go through with this.

Leif was an exchange student from Sweden. I had seen his pictures, and he had the looks for a supermodel career. He was 19 years old, with pale skin, beautiful blue eyes, medium-length blond hair and cheekbones to die for. During his time in the US, he had was living at Kev’s dorm, and I had seen a couple of snapshots of him coming out of the pool, his muscular body dripping with water. Leif had a swimmer’s build, with muscles in all the right places. In the snapshots, he was wearing a wet, very tight pair of speedos that showed off his huge bulge.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Video links: Boys just wanna have fun (14)


Today's edition of "Boy just wanna have fun" features sacktaps in the kitchen, a pool table nutshot, two tomatos turned into ketchup, "the yoyo nut slap", and the extended version of "Hit in the nuts a lot!"

Enjoy!


Friday, October 16, 2015

Just for kicks (Mark meets Phil and Kev)

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


Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Kev and Phil (click for pictures)

“Here we are, boys”, Mark grinned and placed two six-packs of beer on the table. He grabbed a chair and sat down, straddling it. He was a handsome young man, 25 years old, with blond hair and a stubble, looking a bit like movie star Ryan Gosling. After spending some years as a semi-pro soccer player, the young Scotsman was now working as a fitness instructor. And it showed. His body was lean and muscular, and he looked hot in his tight t-shirt and sweat pants.

“Awesome!” Kev chuckled and grabbed a can of beer. The 20 year old opened the can and took a big gulp.

“Mark, you’re my hero”, Phil said, reaching for the six-pack. The 18 year old redhead raised his beercan. “To helping hands.”

The three boys laughed and emptied their beercans.

Soon, they had finished the two six-packs and Mark went out to get some more beer. When he returned, he found the two boys engaged in a heated argument.

“No fucking way”, Kev shook his head emphatically.

“Oh, shut up! You weren’t there!” Phil replied. “Nineteen bloody times!”

“No fucking way!” Kev insisted.

Mark let out a laugh, supplying Phil and Kev with beer before opening a can for himself. “What the hell is going on here?!”

“That little shit tries to convince me that he took nineteen fucking kicks to the nuts without flinching”, Kev chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief.

Thursday, October 15, 2015

Final poll: Special Guest Star 4


Our search for the next Special Guest Star continues!

A couple of weeks ago I asked you to vote for your favorite in a poll that included all the suggestions that had been sent in by readers. More than 700 votes have been counted – which means we have a new record for this blog! Yay! Thanks to everybody who voted in the poll!

And here are the results (more than one answer was possible):

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Video links: New balls please!


Tennis is a gentleman's sport. The audience watches quietly as the ball moves back and forth between the players, erupting in applause only when a point is scored. There are no hooligans, no anthems, no drunken fans taunting the opponent's supporters with dirty and abusive chants. There's no blood, no broken bones, no grandstanding. And the winner gets handed his trophy in a boring ceremony, usually by the Duke of Kent.

That's why watching a tennis player get smashed in the wedding tackle by an errant ball is so incredibly funny.

The first clip I want to share with you features Andy Murray hitting Jo-Wilfried Tsonga "in a very vulnerable spot" as the commentator puts it before chuckling and adding "He didn't mean it. But it was effective...". Listen closely at the 0:34 mark when a jokester yells "New balls please!" and the audience erupts in laughter and applause...


Monday, October 12, 2015

Fun and games: Soggy biscuit

Thanks to an anonymous reader who came up with the idea for this story.
 


Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: BenBrandon, CalDannyDavidKevLeoLoganParker, PhilSammy, SimonTristan, the twins and Zach (click for pictures)

“Umm”, Zach scratched his head. “This is not what I think it is, right?”

I chuckled. “It’s precisely what you think it is, Zach – and more…”

The rest of the boys laughed.

I had asked all of our models and a few of our regular guests to come to the studio for a little party.

Everybody was here: hot swimmer Cal and his best friend Brandon, muscular jock Kev and his buddy Ben, skaterboy Leo and his friends Tristan and Sammy, star soccer player Phil, actor Danny and his brother David, the twins Michael and Will and their friend Parker, geeky bespectacled Simon, high school wrestler Logan, and – of course – horse-hung stud Zach.

They were standing in a circle around a little round table. On the table, on a small plate, I had placed a cinnamon roll, the designated target for what was going to be a cumfest of epic proportions.