Friday, April 28, 2017

Man vs. nature (part 1)

This is the first part of a collaboration with OMB Stories. It's a little different from the stuff I usually write, and I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it!


Warning: Can contain traces of cum. Also there's a bit of straight sex in the beginning. Oh, and it's a little more brutal than my usual stories. :-))

Greg let out a deep, guttural moan.

He was close.

So close.

He thrust his fat, hard dick deep into the girl’s mouth, making her gag and retch. The back of her head banged against the wall as Greg pounded her mouth.

Greg chuckled. “Yeah, choke on my monster cock.”

The girl gave a muffled response that was completely unintelligible – but it did a great job at tickling Greg’s dick, and he moaned in pleasure.

The handsome college stud was holding the blonde girl’s hair, holding her in place so he could deep-dick her mouth. He hadn’t bothered to undress. His sweat pants were hanging around his ankles. He was wearing a sun-bleached t-shirt and a pair of well-worn sneakers. His jet black hair was hidden under a baseball cap.

He was one of the best-looking guys on campus, and right now he was fucking the mouth of one of the best-looking girls on campus – even though the current situation didn’t present her in the best light.

Her make-up was smudgy, probably from the slobber and drool that was covering her face. Her mini-skirt was pulled up, revealing her bare crotch, and her big breasts were pulled out of her bra, bouncing with the rhythm of Greg’s skullfucking.

Greg increased the pace, holding the girl’s head in place by maintaining a firm grip on her pony tail as he plowed her mouth, getting closer and closer to orgasm.

“Greg!” someone yelled from downstairs. “What the fuck, man?! We’re ready to leave!”

“I’m coming!” Greg roared, pulling out his massive schlong just in time to cover the gasping girls face in a thick layer of his precious jizz.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Video links: Sack taps and dick slaps


Friendship is all about having people you trust, people who will go through thick and thin with you, people who'd never betray you or hurt you.

Well.

Here are some of my favorite videos of guys getting their goody bag smacked in a surprise sack tap. With friends like these who needs birth control?

The guys in the first video trade punches to the shoulder - but one of them decides to aim a little lower, much to the amusement of the rest of the class...

Monday, April 24, 2017

My life as a nutcracker - part 10: Balls, dicks, and CJ (written by David Walker)

This is the tenth part of a wonderful, epic story written by our reader David Walker. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Previous parts:
Cast of characters
Part 1: I learn how to fight
Part 2: My official introduction to ball busting
Part 3: Vince? OMG!
Part 4: The games people play
Part 5: Practicing the moves, sort of

Part 6: Wear my work boots? Part 7: My first time at the club
Part 8: My first time in the ring
Part 9: I improve steadily




“Hey.  It’s CJ.”

CJ?  CJ never calls me.

“Wanna do some ballbusting?”

Ummm.

“Got somethin’ brewin’ over at Miller’s farm tonight.  I got invited at the garage today and I asked if I could bring you.”

“Why me?” I asked.  Seriously.  Why me?

“You’re gettin’ to be a celebrity.”

Oh.

“You mean everybody’s gonna wanna kick my nuts?  I don’t think…”

“No, no, young dude.  Nothin’ like that.  Just some fun with the guys.”

“So everybody’s gonna wanna fuck me?”

Friday, April 21, 2017

One hell of a farewell party (Pablo meets Logan)

Special thanks to Pablo for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the party animal!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.


Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

“Oh, you’re bastards”, Logan chuckled. “You’re fucking bastards.”

The 18 year old high school wrestler ran his hand through his short blond hair and grimaced. He scratched his head, staring at the slip of paper in his hand.

His friends roared with laughter.

“What is it?” Pablo asked with a prying grin.

Logan let out an exaggerated sigh and showed him the piece of paper. “They’re bastards”, he said, shrugging his shoulders.

Pablo read the letters and let out a laugh. “Oh!”

Logan nodded. “Yup. My friends are bastards.” He leaned closer. “You know, maybe you can take them with you when you’re going back to Argentina.” He fluttered his eyelashes, a huge smile on his face.

“No, thanks”, Pablo chuckled. “I have enough bastard friends of my own back home…”

Logan’s buddies burst out laughing.

Logan let out an exaggerated sigh and put his hands behind his head. “Alright”, he said, spreading his legs as he looked at Pablo. “Go for it.”

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Video links: Comedy gems (11)


Have you ever watched a movie and thought, "Damn, a good nutshot would make this trainwreck a lot funnier?" Yeah, I know that feeling.

I mean, there is probably no movie that wouldn't benefit from a nice hit in the jewels. The Godfather is a decent movie - but it would be so much funnier if people kicked each other in the coglioni instead of shooting each other, right? Brokeback Mountain is pretty good - but it would be a lot more upbeat if Ennis and Jack spent more time playing Roshambo. And Crash would be hilarious if they just called it Crush and spent two hours filming people crunching each others' nuts.

Here are some more of my favorite ballbusting scenes from movies, TV and web shows.

The first clip is the trailer to Nickelodeon's original movie Splitting Adam. I have no idea if it's in the league of The Godfather, Brokeback Mountain or Crash - but it has a pretty funny nutshot in it, so it's got to be good...

Monday, April 17, 2017

My life as a nutcracker - part 9: I improve steadily (written by David Walker)

This is the ninth part of a wonderful, epic story written by our reader David Walker. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Previous parts:
Part 1: I learn how to fight
Part 2: My official introduction to ball busting
Part 3: Vince? OMG!
Part 4: The games people play
Part 5: Practicing the moves, sort of

Part 7: My first time at the club
Part 8: My first time in the ring



Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

I don’t want to talk about the first fight, my debut into the world of Mayberry manhood.  I was a nervous wreck in the locker room.  And, let’s face it:  I missed the fuck out of Kenny.  Not an excuse, I guess, but a fuckin’ good reason.

I didn’t hear anything Jackson said.  When I got into the ring and the bell rang, I totally lost my concentration.  I couldn’t think, I couldn’t react, I couldn’t counter anything.  I deserved every punch and bruise I got.  And then I realized I was being laughed at, even booed.  Last week they were cheering my ballbusting talents; this week, I was bein’ razzed.  Plus, just before my debut, Vince won his match and his performance was great.  So let’s just say I lost…pretty fast, probably the fastest in the club’s history.  About the only thing Jackson could say afterward was, “Hey.  It was your first time.  You’ll never be that bad again.”  Vince didn’t say anything because he was in the showers the whole length of the match.

I told them I wanted to just get the fuck outta there as fast as we could.  We did.  Seth insisted that we leave by the main entrance.

“Tough break,” I heard Charlie say.  “I got a good match lined up for you next week.”

With who?  A dead kitten?

And then, even worse, my nearly-naked god came up to me and shook me by my shoulders.  “Tough break, young dude.  You get a little more confidence, you’re gonna be killer.”  He pulled me roughly up to his massive, hard, incredibly beautiful deep brown chest.  “You’ll see.  But you gotta come back.”  He grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed me out his arm’s length.  “You don’t come back, then you really did lose tonight, you know what I’m sayin’?  Next week I want to see you in that ring.”  I nodded and noticed the bulge in his jockstrap.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Final poll: Special Guest Star 6



More than 700 votes have been counted in our poll to determine the next Special Guest Star. Wow, that's amazing! Thanks to everybody who voted!

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

Video links: Easter eggs


Happy Easter, my friends!

In Germany, we celebrate this holiday by colouring eggs and decorating them all over the garden. It's a wonderful tradition that's being kept alive by the guys in the following videos who go to great lengths to make their eggs turn black and blue.

Here are some of my favorite egg-themed videos.

These Austrian guys have found an awesome way to turn a testicles into an easter egg: Brave young Malte holds his nutsack in place while his mate fires a paintball at him. They attempt to paint a little duckie on the ball bag by using a template for coloring eggs. I love the playful banter that leads up to the nutshot (the video is in German with English subtitles), and the guys' obvious glee and giddiness about their hilarious idea...

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Brush up your German! Neues Story-Blog auf deutsch


Monday is an exciting day for me: After more than 9 years of writing and publishing ballbusting stories in English I’ve decided to team up with a friend and start a German story blog.

Jungs mit Eiern (“Boys with balls”) will launch on Monday with the very first story that I wrote in German. Some might say that it’s odd that I have never published a German story before but somehow I felt more comfortable writing in English. And then my friend Dominik came along and sent me an awesome German story that he wrote. We decided that it’s too good to not publish but we agreed that this blog wasn’t the right place to publish it.

That’s how Jungs mit Eiern was born.

It is an experiment. We have no idea if there’s an audience for ballbusting stories in the German language. Maybe the blog will bomb. Maybe we will close it down after a couple of months if nobody cares about our stories. We’ll see.

If you speak German: Head over to “Jungs mit Eiern” on Monday and have a look. There’ll be three stories this week. After that we’ll try and publish at least one new story per week. We’re very curious about your feedback, so make sure to leave a comment or send us an email (dominik@jungsmiteiern.org and/or alex@jungsmiteiern.org)

By the way: My German stories will not be translations from this blog, and I won’t translate them into English. They’ll be original stories written specifically for the new blog.

That said, there’s no doubt that there might be some overlapping themes, and you might recognize some plot ideas. After all, both blogs will be about hot guys cracking each others’ nuts for fun… :-))

As I said: I’m very excited and I sure hope those of you who speak German will enjoy the new blog!

www.jungsmiteiern.org – denn NĂ¼sse sind zum Knacken da! ;-)

Friday, April 14, 2017

Family affairs: Sleepover (part 2)

Thanks to various readers for their ideas!

Previous parts:
Crazy cousins
Daddy's boy
Safety first
Good sport
Helping Hand

Sleepover (part 1)

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

Logan’s night had been rough.

Rougher than expected.

When he had finally given in to his cousins’ wishes of having a sleepover in a tent in the garden, Logan had not deluded himself.

Sharing a small tent with a two hyperactive boys was not going to be a relaxed, calm affair. Caleb was 12 year old, and his brother Jayden was 10 year old. Both of them were fireballs, bursting with energy and excitement, and he hadn’t expected them to go to sleep at eight and wake up twelve hours later. But nothing could have prepared him for what had turned out to the worst night he had ever had.

After his attempt at pranking his cousins by dressing up as a monster had horribly backfired and left him with a pair of very, very sore testicles, they had retreated to the tent where Logan had struggled to keep Caleb and Jayden away from his aching nuts.

They looked like angels with their blond hair and their blue eyes, but they had a devilish penchant for attacking Logan’s big, plump nuts whenever they got the chance.

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

Video links: Boys just wanna have fun (26)


One of the hottest things about all those youtube clips showing guys hitting each other in the nuts is the fact that some people go out of their way to create a unique, funny setup for the inevitable nut-crunching. I don't know why but I think guys making self-deprecating jokes before getting whacked in the babymakers is one of the weirdest hottest things ever.

Here are some of my favorite videos of guys having a lot of fun while hurting their testicles.

Here are a couple of Russian guys who enjoy breaking each others' balls on camera. I have no idea what they are saying but it sounds like they are having a great time...

Monday, April 10, 2017

My life as a nutcracker - part 8: My first time in the ring (written by David Walker)

This is the eighth part of a wonderful, epic story written by our reader David Walker. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Previous parts:
Cast of characters
Part 1: I learn how to fight
Part 2: My official introduction to ball busting
Part 3: Vince? OMG!
Part 4: The games people play
Part 5: Practicing the moves, sort of

Part 7: My first time at the club



“You ready, champ?”  It was Jackson.  There was another match before his, but he wanted to go to the locker room and get psyched.  Guys had got up to stretch, go to the bar, to the bathroom.  A lot of guys were walking around, some of them even rubbing a hand against another guy’s cock.  Outside the other guy’s jeans, of course.  Great, I thought.  They liked Vince.

And then guess whose voice I heard.

“Hey, faggot.”  He grabbed my shoulder and spun me around.  “I just lost a lot of money because of your fag friend.”  I was going to tell him he shouldn’t bet on humans when he sucker punched in my stomach and I landed on the floor.  He managed to kick me in the stomach before Seth pulled him off me.

“Let me go, faggot.  Your fuckin’ fairy brother needs to learn a good lesson.”  Several other men had grabbed Corey by then.  Charlie came up to Corey and grabbed him hard by the scruff of his neck.

“I’ve had enough of you, asshole,” Charlie said, glaring at Corey and not releasing his grip.  Corey’s face was red and looked like a couple veins were about to explode.  “Now get outta here and don’t come back!”  Corey’s neck still in his grip, Charlie charged toward the door and slammed Corey’s head into the door frame.

Friday, April 7, 2017

Skaters gone nuts (Brant meets Sammy and Tristan)

Special thanks to Brant for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who christened every one of his skateboards with a creamy load of 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: Sammy and Tristan (click for pictures)

“Don’t worry, it’ll be fun.”

Tristan’s words were ringing in Brant’s head as he rolled up the driveway to the garage on his skateboard.

Brant was 19 years old, a lanky young man with black medium length hair and a cute smile on his handsome face. His body was skinny but fit even though his loose longsleeve t-shirt and his saggy jeans did a good job of hiding his washboard abs and his muscular legs.

He was hanging around at the skate park a lot. That’s where he had met Sammy and Tristan. They were the same age as him, and they soon discovered that they had the same sense of humor and the same adventurous attitude.

Last week, Brant had confided in Tristan that he wanted to improve his physical and sexual skills. It had been an odd conversation, mainly because Tristan had had a broad grin on his face the entire time. He had told Brant that he knew exactly who to ask for help.

Now, Brant was standing in front of the garage, feeling a little nervous and a little excited at the same time. Were Sammy and Tristan really going to help him?

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Video links: Assorted nuts


Our reader Toothpick has sent me a couple of awesome video links. They have no particular theme so I thought I'd just share them with you in this completely random selection of nutshots.

Very, very special thanks to Toothpick! You are fantastic!

Alright, here we go.

Accidentally getting a shovel smashed into your goolies is horrible. Having a friend smash you in the nuggets with a shovel on purpose - now that's hilarious! Does that sound fun to you? What if I tell you that the poor guy is wearing compression shorts? And what if I tell you that we get more than 80 seconds of excruciating  pain reaction? My favorite part of dialogue comes right after the impact: "That one hit the leftie..." - "Good. Your left one is not as used to the pain."

Monday, April 3, 2017

Best of the busts: March 2017


You know how much I value your feedback whether it's in the form of emails, comments or a quick rating. At the bottom of each post you can rate it on a scale from awful (1 star) to excellent (5 stars).

Usually there are about 10 to 30 ratings on my story posts, and about 5 to 10 ratings on the video links posts. Last month the top rated post got more than 60 ratings - an all-time record on this blog!

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 three top rated stories of March 2017:

My life as a nutcracker - part 7: My first time at the club (written by David Walker)

This is the seventh part of a wonderful, epic story written by our reader David Walker. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Previous parts:

Part 1: I learn how to fight
Part 2: My official introduction to ball busting
Part 3: Vince? OMG!
Part 4: The games people play
Part 5: Practicing the moves, sort of

Part 6: Wear my work boots?




When we walked into the club, I saw god.  He was about the finest specimen of a man I’d ever seen.  He was 6 feet and a couple inches.  His skin was somewhere between really nice dark chocolate and coffee.  He glistened in sweat.  He rested against the top rope, naked, with a thick boner that had to be at least 10 inches long.  He could smack somebody in the face with that and knock them out.  The ref was giving a slow count to a mound of white flesh on the mat.  The mound grew a couple of knees and shakily rose to them.  The black Adonis walked over to the wobbly, barely conscious, semi-erect redneck and let fly a fury of fists.  He picked up the white glob by the chin and gave him an upper cut that knocked the spit out of his mouth and his legs out from under him.  The crowd was ecstatic, which I wouldn’t have expected.  Nary a racist cuss word was heard.

“I’m goin’ back to the locker room,” CJ announced, “see if Ray needs help relaxin’ after the match.”  He arched his eyebrows, smiled, and was off.

The mound of white flesh returned to its first position.  God did not wait for the ref to finish his count.  He lifted the redneck and literally threw him into a corner post.  I noticed the ol’ boy was still in his briefs.  With both arms draped over the ropes, he got two chops on his chest.  The crowd started chanting “Raymond!  Raymond!”  I guessed that was the black warrior’s name.  I’d seen the near-comatose white guy around town but didn’t really know him.  No idea who the black guy was.  The good ol’ boy had been hurled through the air and landed with a thud.  Raymond walked over, slammed his body down on the white guy and got the pin.  He got up, cock bobbing like crazy, walked over and picked up some cloth off the mat and walked back to the locker room.

“CJ’s gonna have his work cut out for him,” Jackson said.