Family affairs: Crazy cousins

This little story is dedicated to the anonymous reader who has sent me all those great video links for the Bollywood balls series (part 1, part 2, part 3). Thank you so much for your support!

This is the first part of a loose series of stories featuring our regular characters and their extended families. In today’s chapter we meet Logan and his “crazy cousins” Caleb and Jayden.

Logan was lying on his bed, his eyes half-closed. The 18 year old stud had just spent a little quality time with a raunchy picture his girlfriend Ashley had sent him. She sure knew how to push his buttons, and he had jerked off to an awesome orgasm within less than a minute. The results were sticking to the handsome blond’s right hand, a cum-soaked Kleenex from the box he kept in his nightstand.

Now his breathing had returned to normal and he was enjoying the calm after the storm, the blissful fatigue that came right after the climax. Half asleep and half awake, he ran his left hand over his muscular chest. He was shirtless, wearing a pair of cut off cargo pants. After wiping his dick dry he had managed to stuff the softening piece of meat back into his pants but the fly was still open, putting the base of his cock and his trimmed pubic hair on display.


***

“Where’s Logan?” Jayden asked. The 10 year old was beaming with excitement. He adored his older cousin, and it had been almost two weeks since he had seen him.

“Yeah, where is he?” his brother Caleb chimed in. Caleb was two years older than Jayden, and the family resemblance was striking.

They were both blond, with bright blue eyes, and like most boys their age they were regular fireballs, constantly running around, shouting and laughing and horsing around.

Logan’s father sat down on the couch and opened his magazine. “He’s upstairs”, he said absent-mindedly, his eyes fixed on the motorcycle on the cover.

“Thanks, Uncle Bradley”, Jayden and Caleb yelled unison while racing up the stairs, heading for Logan’s door.

“Have fun, boys”, Bradley mumbled, browsing through the magazine.

***

The door to Logan’s room slammed open, and before Logan knew it, Jayden and Caleb stormed in, yelling “Logaaaan!”

Logan was rudely awakened from his post-orgasmic nap when Jayden and Caleb jumped onto the bed. Jayden landed on his chest, knocking the wind out of him and making him gasp for breath. Far worse, though, was the place that his brother had chosen as his landing spot. Caleb’s bony knee slammed into Logan’s crotch, driving his tender, recently emptied balls into his body.

Logan’s eyes opened wide and crossed instantly as a wave of excruciating pain washed through his body. His anguished wails mixed with his little cousins’ screams of excitement, as the two rascals jumped up and down, hooting and laughing and cheering enthusiastically, completely oblivious to Logan’s pain.

Caleb’s knee crunched Logan’s gonads with every jump, grinding the delicate orbs into Logan’s body again and again and again.

Finally, Logan managed to shove his cousins away before curling up in a ball.

Caleb and Jayden watched him curl up on his bed, clutching his aching genitals. They looked at each other. Then they burst out laughing.

“Logan hurt his boy bits! Logan hurt his boy bits!” Jayden started chanting and his brother chimed in. “Logan hurt his boy bits! Logan hurt his boy bits!”

“No”, Logan groaned, grimacing in pain. “YOU hurt my boy bits!”

Caleb and Jayden laughed.

Logan was squirming on the bed, rubbing his aching genitals.

“Oh, do they hurt?” Jayden chuckled, doubling over in mock-sympathy.

“Fuck yeah, they hurt!” Logan blurted out.

Jayden and Caleb stared at him for a brief moment, then they burst out laughing again.

“You said ‘fuck’!” Jayden was laughing hysterically.

Logan rolled his eyes. He groaned and sat up straight. After closing the fly of his pants, he adjusted his crotch, grinning weakly. “You got me good, boys.”

“Yes, we did!” Jayden cheered, balling his fists and jumping at Logan.

Logan covered his nuts with both of his hands as Jayden attempted to punch them. “Easy, easy”, he laughed. He managed to grab Jayden and threw him on the bed, making the 10 year old laugh hysterically. “Maybe I should talk to your parents!” Logan threatened in jest, leaning over his cousin and playfully shaking Jayden. “You don’t hit other people in the boy bi---“

Caleb interrupted Logan with a hard, well-placed kick from behind that connected perfectly with Logan’s nuts, driving them into his body.

Logan froze. “Oh god”, he groaned in a strained voice. “Oh god.”

“Did I get you good again?” Caleb grinned.

“You did”, Logan whispered tonelessly, sinking to the ground, and burying his face in his bed. “Oh yes, you did.” He let out a comically high-pitched whimper, clutching his aching manhood.

Caleb and Jayden burst out laughing.

It took Logan a little longer to recover, and his cousins mocked him cheerfully, mimicking his facial expression and covering their own crotches as they made exaggerated grimaced, crossing their eyes and imitating Logan’s toneless, strained voice right after he the impact.

Once the pain had faded to a bearable level, Logan couldn’t help but laugh along with his cousins, adding a couple of self-deprecating comments that elicited fits of laughter from the boys.

Logan loved clowning around with the boys, and his cousins were a very susceptive audience. To the delight of the Caleb and Jayden, Logan was very good at doing goofy faces and funny voices, and the boys’ attacks on his manhood were a great springboard for both.

Logan rubbed his crotch, grimacing comically. “Peanut butter time”, he mused in a soprano voice, causing Caleb and Jayden to burst out laughing.

Logan got up and reached into his pants, pretending to count his testicles. “One, two, three”, he said slowly. “Yup. All there.”

The boys were laughing their asses off.

“Hey, I know an awesome joke”, Caleb giggled.

Logan smiled. “Yeah?”

Caleb had a huge grin on his face. “Ask me what my favorite ballet is.”

Logan chuckled. He knew where this was going, and he decided to play along. He put his hands in front of his crotch, covering his gonads as he was standing in front of his cousin. “What’s your favorite ballet?”

Caleb stared at Logan’s crotch. “No”, he said quickly. “Put your hands behind your back and ask me again.”

Logan laughed. “Why would I do that?”

“Because the joke won’t work if you don’t do it”, Caleb said.

Logan nodded slowly. “Okay”, he said, sitting down on the bed, leaning forward and crossing his legs before putting his hands behind his back. Again, his testicles were not accessible to his mischievous cousin.

“Noooo”, Caleb protested. “You have to stand up.”

Logan did as he was told, folding his hands in front of his groin again.

“And you have to put your hands behind your back”, Caleb insisted.

Logan sighed and complied, looking at his cousin.

“Now say it”, Caleb said, giggling as he balled his fist.

The big bulge in Logan’s pants was right in front of him.

Logan grimaced. “What’s your favorite ballet?” he said, pretending to be oblivious about what was about to happen while bracing himself for the impact.

“The Nutcracker!” Caleb yelled from the top of his lungs, his eyes fixed on Logan’s crotch as he brought back his fist.

“Yup, I thought so”, Logan mumbled, grimacing in anticipation.

With a jubilant laugh at a joke well told, Caleb smashed his fist into Logan’s crotch, nailing his nuts dead-on.

Even though he knew it was coming, nothing could have prepared Logan for the pain. For a split-second, before the pain set in, a thought flashed through Logan’s mind: Little Caleb has an admirably strong punch, maybe he’ll grow up to be a boxer.

Then the pain set in.

Caleb and Jayden were laughing their asses off as Logan doubled over, groaning in pain and clutching his manhood.

“The Nutcracker!” Caleb repeated, beaming with joy as his older cousin sank to the floor.

“Great joke!” Jayden grinned.

“Yeah, one of my favorites”, Logan moaned, rubbing his sore testicles.

“I know another one!” Caleb yelled enthusiastically.

Logan let out a strained laugh. “Do you?”

“Yes!” Caleb shouted, jumping up and down.

Logan nodded slowly. “I guess I’ll have to stand up for it?” His face was a mask of pain. “You know, standing up is a little hard for me right now because you, like, crushed my nuts.”

“It can’t be that bad”, Jayden said, chuckling. “He’s just a boy and you’re a man.”

Logan groaned. “Yeah, maybe that’s the problem…”

“I wanna tell another joke”, Caleb giggled. “You can stay on your knees if you want.”

“Very generous, thank you”, Logan mumbled.

“But you’ll have to put your hands behind your back again”, Caleb said.

“Yeah, I thought so”, Logan sighed and did as he was told.

“And you have to spread your legs a little wider”, Caleb added with a giggle.

Logan let out a weak laugh and complied.

“Ask me what my favorite ballet is”, Caleb said.

Logan raised his eyebrows. “But you’ve told that one before”, he said slowly.

“No, it’s different”, Caleb said.

Logan sighed. “What’s your favorite ballet?”

“The Nutkicker!” Caleb yelled, bringing his leg back before kicking Logan’s nuts with a hard, precise kick. His foot collided with the bulge in Logan’s pants with a dull thud, and Logan let out an anguished grunt.

“That’s not a real ballet”, Logan protested weakly, his face contorted in pain, before doubling over and clutching his newly battered ballsack.

“But it’s funny!” Caleb shrugged.

“Yes, it is”, Jayden chimed in, grinning from ear to ear as he high-fived his big brother.

Logan couldn’t help but laugh along with his cousins even though the pain in his tender testicles was almost unbearable.

“My turn”, Jayden said eagerly. “Ask me now.”

Logan groaned. “I think we’ve told enough jokes for today, boys. You don’t want your big cousin to throw up, do you?”

Jayden’s face darkened. “But Caleb got to tell two jokes! Now it’s my turn!”

Logan looked at Jayden. “But my balls---“

“I don’t care about your balls, I wanna tell a joke!” Jayden insisted.

Logan looked at him.

Jayden stared back at him, a determined expression on his face.

“One joke”, Logan said, sighing deeply. “Okay?”

Jayden’s face lit up. “Okay”, he said eagerly.

Logan got up with a long groan. He spread his legs and put his hands behind his back. “What’s your favorite ballet?” he said.

Jayden rubbed his hands. “The… the…” He inhaled deeply. “The…” He blinked, a helpless expression on his face.

Caleb whispered something into his ear.

Jayden laughed. “The Dick Destroyer!” he yelled, joining his hands together and delivering a two-fisted punch to Logan’s defenseless groin, ramming both of his testicles into his body and flattening them like pancakes.

Logan let out a cough. “Good punchline”, he whispered in a strained voice, causing his cousins to laugh out loud as he collapsed on the ground, writhing in agony.

Over the course of the day, Caleb and Jayden found many opportunities for targeting Logan’s gonads. Logan couldn’t help but admire his little cousins’ creativity every time they brought him to his knees with a well-executed nutshot.

***

After his cousins were gone, Logan grabbed a bag of ice from the freezer and limped into the living room, sitting down next to his father, his legs spread wide apart.

Bradley was reading the magazine. “They gone?” he mumbled.

“Yeah”, Logan groaned, putting the bag of ice on his crotch. He leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying the cool sensation on his swollen balls.

They sat in silence for a while, Bradley reading the magazine, Logan trying to ignore the pain radiating from his aching nuggets.

After a few minutes, Logan glanced at his father, and a thought popped into his head. He chuckled and placed the ice bag on the couch table. “Did you know Caleb has a favorite ballet?”

Bradley’s eyes were fixed on his magazine. “Yeah?”

Logan grinned and balled his fist. “Wanna know what it is?”

Without looking up, Bradley said, “I have a pretty good idea.” A second later, Bradley’s fist smashed into Logan’s nuts, slamming the two tender orbs into his body.

Logan’s eyes opened wide and he let out a choked cough before screaming from the top of his lungs.

“It’s The Nutcracker, right?” Bradley said casually, his eyes fixed on the magazine, as his son curled up on the couch, retching and coughing and groaning in pain.

“Yup, right”, Logan whispered, his eyes clenched shut, his face contorted in pain.

Bradley let out a laugh. “You know, it’s my favorite ballet as well. Looks like it runs in the family…”