Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.
Featured in this story: Brandon and Cal (click for pictures)
When the swim team’s training had ended, most of the team members had left the building. Only three team members were left in the pool, swimming a couple of additional laps.
One by one, they got out of the pool, their athletic bodies dripping with water, their skimpy white speedos clinging to their impressive packages. The water gave the thin white fabric a see-through quality, and their fat dicks and big balls were on full display.
The color of the swimming trunks contrasted nicely with Cal’s ebony skin. Cal’s massive cock was straining the fabric, looking like a lazy snake sleeping next to his almost ridiculously oversized balls. The 22 year old stud was tall and handsome, with the perfect swimmer’s build, just like his buddies Brandon and Chris.
Brandon was 21 years old. He had muscles in all the right places, and his well-filled speedo proved all those nasty rumors about the size of Asian genitalia wrong. In fact, he was very well endowed, and he loved to show off his meaty cock and his hefty pair of low-hangers.
At 25, Chris was the oldest of the bunch. His brown hair was dripping wet, and he had a bright smile on his handsome face. Like his buddies, he sported a nice package inside his swimming trunks.
“Come on”, Chris said with a grin. “Let’s get changed.”
Cal chuckled. “What’s the hurry? Got any plans for tonight?”
The three guys walked into the locker room. Their team mates had already left.
“Nah”, Chris said, taking off his speedo. “You?”
Cal shook his head. He slipped out of his swimming trunks and opened his mouth to say something.
But before he could, Chris smacked Cal’s dangling goodies with his wet swimming trunk, connecting perfectly with Cal’s fat left nut.
Cal gasped for breath as his left testicle swung to the side, bumping against his right nut and setting in motion what looked like a simplified Newton’s cradle.
Then the pain set in.
Cal let out a guttural groan as he doubled over, grabbing his crotch.
Chris and Brandon burst out laughing.
“Nice one!” Brandon cheered.
“Yeah, right?” Chris chuckled. “Got lefty dead-on. Bam!”
Brandon and Chris high-fived as Cal looked up at them, his face contorted in pain.
“Yeah, nice one”, he croaked and held up his right hand, his left one clutching his aching genitalia.
Chris slapped his hand against Cal’s palm, chuckling.
Suddenly, Brandon’s hand sneaked up between Chris’ thighs, his fingers wrapping around Chris’ manhood.
Chris eyes widened and he let out a surprised yelp as Brandon started squeezing. Brandon’s fingertips dug into the soft flesh of Chris’ most valuable possessions, pressing deep into the tender tissue and eliciting an anguished grunt from Chris.
Brandon and Cal erupted with laughter as Brandon let go of Chris’ balls.
“I hope he didn’t crush them”, Cal grinned at Chris, nursing his own sore set of testicles.
Chris let out a laugh. “Believe me, it takes more than that to crush my nuts! Much more! He barely touched them”, he chuckled, gently rubbing his balls.
Simultaneously, Chris’ and Cal’s eyes moved towards Brandon’s crotch.
“Guys”, Brandon said slowly. “Don’t even think about it! It’s Friday night and I---“
Suddenly, Cal and Chris lunged at Brandon at the same time, throwing him to the ground. Chris reached inside Brandon’s swimming trunks while Cal was holding his arms back.
“Nooooo!” Brandon wailed as Chris found his nuts and started squeezing hard.
The locker room was filled with screams and laughter as the guys wrestled on the ground.
Brandon managed to grab Cal’s and Chris’ balls in a tight grip and retaliated, squishing and squashing their nuts with his strong hands.
“Let go!” Chris grunted through his clenched teeth as Brandon was squeezing the hell out of his gonads.
“No way!” Brandon yelled, increasing the pressure on his buddies’ nuts while his own balls were compressed in Chris’ hand.
“Oh, fuck!” Cal groaned.
Their grunts and groans grew louder and louder as the contents of their ballsacks were squashed by their friends.
Finally, they agreed to let go of each others’ testicles at the same time.
“On the count of three”, Chris groaned. “One, two, three.”
They let go with simultaneous sighs of relief.
“Holy shit”, Brandon groaned, lifting the waistband of his speedos and reaching inside. “You really did a number on my nuts.”
His buddies were examining their own balls to check the damage.
“Your hands are pretty strong”; Chris said with a grimace as he rolled his slightly reddened testicles between his fingers.
“Oh yeah”, Cal groaned, staring at his nuts.
“A minute longer and I would have crushed them”, Brandon said, a weak grin on his pain-contorted face.
“Not if I had crushed yours first”, Chris replied, chuckling.
They looked at each other and burst out laughing before getting up and heading into the showers.
There was a lot of good-natured teasing and joking as the warm water ran down the three studs’ hot bodies.
A little later, they were back in the locker room, toweling themselves down. All three of them made sure to be extra careful when they touched their genitalia.
“Have you ever thought of entering the Ballbusting Olympics?” Cal said, gently rubbing his sore balls dry. “I think you’d have a good shot at winning.”
Chris burst out laughing. “You think?”
Cal grimaced. “Definitely.”
“You would do great in the squeezing competition”, Brandon chuckled. “Not so sure about the nutball event or the Roshambo contest.”
“Oh, I’m pretty good at nutball”, Chris grinned. “But I’m even better at Roshambo.”
“Really?” Brandon chuckled.
“Be careful what you say”, Cal grinned. “Brandon is a Roshambo champion.”
Chris raised his eyebrows. “You are?”
Brandon grinned proudly and looked down at his strong, muscular legs. “Oh, yeah.”
“What about a little game right now?” Chris grinned.
Cal chuckled.
“Right now?” Brandon said weakly. “You know, it’s Friday night and I---“
Both Cal and Chris started clucking like chickens.
“Come on”, Brandon groaned and grabbed his meaty balls. “I need them later and---“
Cal and Chris clucked louder.
Brandon rolled his eyes. “Oh, fuck it”, he mumbled. “Let’s go for it!” He spread his legs wide and nodded at Chris with a wide grin. “You go first.”
Chris laughed and rubbed his hands before bringing his leg back and smashing it into Brandon’s crotch. His instep connected with the two fat nuggets and rammed them into his body.
Brandon’s eyes bulged and he let out a throaty cough. “Good”, he said in a strained voice. “But not good enough…”
Chris chuckled and put his hands behind his back, spreading his legs and grinning at Brandon. “Show me what you got.”
Brandon accepted the invitation with a smile, bringing his foot up between Chris’ thighs and smashing his precious jewels hard.
Chris tried his best not to let the pain show on his face but it was quite obvious that Brandon had scored a nice, hard blow.
Cal chuckled. “Ouch, that looked like it hurt…”
Chris swallowed hard. “You’ll have to do better than that”, he said hoarsely, trying to act casual.
Brandon grinned and assumed the position.
They went back and forth, trading hard, nut-crunching kicks.
Cal watched them wreck each others’ chances of fathering children with unconcealed glee. He knew both Brandon and Chris very well. They had been in countless swimming competitions together, and Cal knew that both of them were highly competitive and very eager to win.
Again and again, strong, unrelenting feet slammed into soft and increasingly sore meatballs. Dull thuds mixed with guttural grunts and anguished groans. Beads of sweat ran down naked bodies. And somehow, the competitive tension and the will to win caused both Brandon’s and Chris’ dicks to grow and fatten into meaty flagpoles that slapped wetly against their abs with every hit.
A few dozen kicks later, Brandon’s balls looked as bruised and swollen as Chris’, but neither of them was willing to give up. Their rigid erections were pointing at the ceiling, precum running down their shafts.
Cal was standing at the sidelines, watching his buddies ruin each others’ manhoods, cheering for both of them and cringing in sympathy when one of them landed a particularly good hit.
Cal’s cock was standing at full attention. It was easily the biggest of the bunch, a fat, thick, rock-hard schlong with a beautiful mushroom head. Chris and Brandon sported big dicks – but Cal’s massive monster easily outclassed them.
“Why don’t we call it a draw?” Brandon whimpered, gingerly rolling his battered balls between his fingers.
Chris let out a groan. He grabbed his ballsack by the neck and looked at his two big, bulging orbs. His balls could take quite a lot – but this was beginning to really hurt, and Chris was seriously fearing for the well-being of his most prized possessions. Then again, he wanted to win this, and he knew that Brandon was on the verge of giving up.
“No way”, Chris croaked before launching a hard, precise kick into Brandon’s battered plums, squashing them into his pelvis.
Brandon screamed from the top of his lungs, jumping up and down and clutching his crotch.
A grin spread on Chris’ pain-contorted face.
“Ouch”, Cal burst out laughing. “His girlfriend is not gonna like that…”
“Fucking shit!” Brandon wailed, his face scrunched up in agony. “You broke them! You fucking broke them!”
“Wanna give up?” Chris smiled.
“Fuck no!” Brandon whimpered. “Spread your fucking legs!”
Chris grimaced and did as he was told.
Brandon’s foot landed perfectly between Chris spread legs, slamming into his sore nuts with a dull thud and flattening the two tender orbs like pancakes.
Chris’s eyes lost focus and his jaw dropped as he let out a long, wheezing moan.
Cal winced in sympathy but couldn’t hide his excitement. His fat dick twitched and a bit of precum leaked out, hanging in a thin thread from the head of his cock.
Chris retaliated with another hard, precise kick that lifted Brandon off the ground. His mouth opened in a silent scream and his eyes rolled back into his head. A huge jet of cum shot out of his dick as he sank to his knees.
Cal roared with laughter, clapping his hands as his buddy’s body was rocked by a violent orgasm.
A hint of pride was visible on Chris’ pain-contorted face. He was nursing his own battered balls as he watched Brandon’s sperm tanks unload all over the floor.
Spurt after spurt of creamy spunk came shooting out of Brandon’s dick, coating the ground in a juicy layer of jizz. His face scrunched up with every jet as his swollen balls contracted and released their precious cargo.
“Oh my fucking god”, Cal laughed. “I bet he’s been saving that for days! His girlfriend will be so mad at him!”
Chris shrugged. “Tough luck”, he chuckled. “That’s what happens when you lose…”
Finally, Brandon’s dick stopped twitching, and a final batch of cum poured out of his cock.
Chris looked at Cal and winked. Then he brought his leg back and smashed it into Brandon’s spent balls, connecting with a wet SPLAT! and squishing the emptied orbs against his body.
Brandon’s eyes opened wide and he let out a high-pitched squeak before falling flat on his face, landing in a puddle of his own jizz.
“Alright”, Chris rubbed his hands and smiled at Cal. He felt incredible. Winning was like a drug. Adrenaline was rushing through his body, making him totally forget about the pain in his testicles. “You’re next.”
Cal raised his eyebrows. He looked down at Chris’ crotch. His balls were bright red and considerably swollen. “Don’t you have enough?”
Chris chuckled. “You afraid your balls can’t handle it?”
Cal scoffed. “I’m worrying about your balls, not mine, buddy…”
“Nothing to worry about”, Chris grinned.
Cal thought for a moment. He loved his testicles and he hated pain. On the other hand, he had lost against Chris in a couple of swimming competitions, and winning against him would be nice. Right now, Chris was at a considerable disadvantage. His nuts had just suffered through dozens of kicks. It was now or never.
“Alright”, Cal grinned. “Another round of Roshambo?”
Chris grimaced. “Nah.” He looked at Cal’s big, fat balls and grinned. “I’m thinking about something a little more hands-on.”
Cal chuckled. “Squeezing, huh? Fine with me.”
“Wanna make it interesting?” Chris grinned. “Winner gets to fuck his hole.” He pointed at Brandon who was lying flat on his stomach, his face in a puddle of his own cum, whimpering in pain.
Cal let out a laugh. “I don’t think he’ll like it.”
Chris shrugged. “He wanted to have sex tonight, right? Frankly, I think that’s the only way he’ll get it…”
“You’re probably right about that”, Cal chuckled. “Okay, let’s do it.”
They stood opposite each other, looking each other in the eyes. Their tips of their hard dicks touched.
Cal grabbed Chris’ swollen nuts with both of his hands, and Chris did the same with Cal’s huge balls.
Then they started squeezing.
Their thumbs sank into the soft flesh of each other’s testicles, digging deep into the meaty nuggets.
Their eyes locked, they watched the pain show on each other’s faces as they squished and squashed the delicate meatballs as hard as they could.
Chris gritted his teeth. The adrenaline was gone, replaced by sheer, sharp agony. It felt as if Cal’s thumb was trying to punch holes into his swollen, bruised testicles. He intensified his own grip on Cal’s extralarge babymakers, grunting and huffing with effort and pain.
Cal’s eyes twitched. The deep, throbbing pain reminded him of how weak his balls actually were. Like two fragile balloons, ready to pop at the slightest touch. And slight was not a word he’s use to describe Chris’ action right now… He viciously twisted Chris balls around, trying to make Chris let go of his balls.
Chris let out a deep, guttural groan. His eyes watered and he gasped for breath. There was no way he’d let Cal win this. He wanted to win, he wanted to crush those fat nuts.
The room was filled with grunts and groans as the two athletic studs were squeezing each others’ balls as if they were wringing out a sponge.
Cal inhaled sharply. He felt Chris’ thumbnails dig deep into his soft flesh. He retaliated by pressing his own thumbnails into Chris’ tender nuts, making him moan in agony.
Their cocks were twitching violently, rubbing against each other, their precum mixing, as they squeezed each others’ balls with all the strength they could muster. The muscles in their arms were flexing and their faces were flushed with heat and excitement and pain.
“Fuck”, Cal croaked, his face a mask of pain.
Chris looked deep into his eyes and he knew he had won.
He could see it before he felt the wet spurt of cum splatter against his abs.
“Fuuuuuuck”, Cal groaned as his cock erupted in a geyser of spunk. His body was trembling, and he lost the grip on Chris’ balls.
A smile spread on Chris’ face. “Yeah”, he whispered. “That’s it. I’m gonna squeeze every last bit of cum out of your balls…”
Cal’s eyes went glassy as load after creamy load of sperm spurted out of his dick and onto Chris’ sweaty, athletic body.
Chris kept his word. He continued squeezing, grinding Cal’s contracting balls in a vise-like grip until Cal’s balls were completely wrung out.
Cal was panting and moaning, his face wet with sweat.
Chris took a step back, allowing Cal to double over, clutching his crotch. He looked up to see the mess he had made on Chris’ abs. Cum was dripping from his body.
“Holy fuck”, Cal whimpered, clasping his nuts and sinking to his knees.
Chris exhaled deeply. His dick was rock hard and pointing at the ceiling. He looked at Brandon who was sitting up, grimacing in agony.
“Time to claim my prize”, Chris grinned, casually jerking his dick.
Brandon blinked. “What?”
“I won”, Chris smiled.
Brandon rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me you---“
“We did”, Chris grinned. “Come on, bend over.”
Brandon let out a deep groan. “Come on, man, is this really---“
Chris reached between Brandon’s legs and grabbed hold of his sore, tender nuts. “Lie back”, he smiled.
Brandon let out an anguished wail and did as he was told.
Squeezing Brandon’s balls with one hand, Chris scooped up some of Cal’s cum with his free hand and spread it generously on his rock-hard dick.
Then he grabbed Brandon’s ankles and spread his legs in a wide V before lining his dick up with Brandon’s puckered hole.
Brandon groaned. “Okay, but go gentle, alright? I’m not used to--- FUCK!“
With the help of Cal’s creamy lube, Chris dick sank deep into Brandon’s hole, his nuts smacking against Brandon’s ass.
Without further ado, Chris started fucking Brandon hard, thrusting his dick in and out of Brandon’s tight hole, eliciting soft moans and deep groans as Chris’ dick bumped against Brandon’s prostate.
“Could you help me with this?” Chris smiled at Cal.
Cal limped over and knelt down behind Brandon’s head.
Chris handed him Brandon’s ankles and Cal dutifully spread them apart.
“Thanks”, Chris grinned. “That’s a huge help…” He grabbed Brandon’s bruised and battered balls and squeezed them hard while continuing his assault on Brandon’s asshole, turning his moans and groans into yelps and screams.
The wet smacks of Chris’ balls slapping against Brandon’s butt echoed through the room as Chris came closer and closer to orgasm.
“Winning feels so fucking good”, Chris chuckled, kneading Brandon’s balls while pounding his ass hard and fast.
“I bet it does”, Cal mumbled, watching Chris’ dick slide in and out of Brandon’s tight hole. Cal’s own fat dick was limp and floppy, his drained balls dangling low in his sagging sack.
Chris laughed and punched Brandon’s battered balls with his fist, making him scream from the top of his lungs. His ass tightened around Chris’ dick and sent him over the edge.
With a long groan, Chris shot his load deep inside Brandon.
The sensation was overwhelming. The pain in Chris’s sore balls mixed with the pleasure of his orgasm, and the feeling seemed to last an eternity. He threw his head back, his dick stuck deep inside Brandon, flooding his insides with a tidal wave of jizz.
Finally, Chris pulled his dick out and smacked Brandon’s balls hard with the back of his hand.
“That was awesome!” Chris chuckled. He looked at Brandon and Cal who looked far less enthusiastic.
A little trail of cum was leaking out of Brandon’s hole and his balls looked like they had been assaulted with a flat iron, fiery red and bruised and swollen.
Cal’s balls were severely swollen as well. In their normal state they were big, but due to the swelling they looked almost ridiculously large.
Chris looked at them and grinned. “Who’s up for another round?”
4 comments:
This story is amazing! There should be a part 2.
Thank you for your comment, Christopher. Right now there are no plans for a sequel but I'll think about it... :-)
Agree with Chris, very good and exciting stories. Love mutual ballbusting, especially when they squeeze each other's balls and dicks. More like this please.
Thanks for your comment! I'll see what I can do... :-))
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