Friday, July 7, 2017

Fighting dirty (Damon meets Logan)

Special thanks to Damon for the idea and a lot of details for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who enjoys a good, dirty fight!) 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: Logan (click for pictures)

Damon stared at the letter. “Shit”, he mumbled, scratching his head. He was 18 years old, a handsome young African-American man with short black hair and dark eyes. He looked at his friends, his face blank, and handed them the letter.

“Another rejection?!” Malik balled his fist and smashed it onto the table, making the plastic trays bounce.

A couple of heads turned in the crowded cafeteria but most of the other students minded their own business.

It wasn’t unusual for Malik to cause trouble, and everybody at school knew was best to just ignore him. He was a muscular black guy with a couple of tattoos. He looked older than 18, and he didn’t shy away from a fight when necessary.

“What are you staring at?!” Malik bellowed, staring at the few people who had looked up.

“Calm down”, Rafael said, gently putting his hand on Malik’s shoulder. “You didn’t really think that the third time would be different, did you?”

They went to a minority-majority school in one of the disadvantaged areas of town. It wasn’t a bad school. Most of the teachers were alright and they did their best to make up for the lack of money and resources with enthusiasm and dedication.

Damon, Malik and Rafael had come up with the idea of forming a wrestling team at the school and taking parts in the regular tournaments. But despite the fact that they had the full backing of the faculty, they had been rejected for the third time.

“You know what?” Malik said, rubbing his fist. “Let’s just forget about it. They don’t want people like us.”

Rafael and Damon looked at each other.

“They haven’t seen us wrestle”, Rafael said. “I’m sure if they saw us---“

“Fuck them!” Malik interrupted him. “Fuck them! We don’t need them!”

“We’d just need someone to vouch for us”, Damon said slowly. “You know, someone who asks them to reconsider.”

Rafael ran his hand through his brown hair. “Do you know somebody?”

Malik rolled his eyes. “This is bullshit.”

Damon smiled at Rafael. “Remember that guy Manuel told us about?”

Rafael raised his eyebrows. “Who do you mean?”

“I don’t remember his name”, Damon said. “Manuel said he’s a regular client at the station, and that he’s our age. He’s the captain of the Bartlet High wrestling team and Manuel mentioned that he has won a couple of prizes. He said he’s a nice guy, so why don’t we ask him to vouch for us?” He shrugged his shoulders. “He’s white, so…”

Rafael stared at him. “And you think he’ll help us?” He shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Fuck that, man!” Malik grunted. “No way. I ain’t gonna ask some white guy to help me. I’d rather beat up the fucking president of the Assosiation!”

Damon sighed. “Come on, we can at least ask him, right?”

“Why would he help us?” Rafael said. “I mean, think of it. It would just mean more competition for him, right? And he’s probably an asshole. I mean, ‘captain of the wrestling team’ – he’s probably pretty high on himself…”

Damon smiled at Rafael and smacked him in the crotch with the back of his hand. “Careful! You’re talking to the future captain of the Matthew V. Santos High School!”

Rafael doubled over, chuckling as he massaged his aching bulge. “That was a good one, right in the huevos.”

“Yeah, captain!” Malik laughed and high-fived Damon.

With his crotch unprotected, Damon left himself open to a counter-attack from Rafael who buried his fist in Damon’s crotch, making him let out an anguished grunt.

Malik laughed even louder, preemptively covering his own junk with his hands.

“Okay”, Damon said in a strained voice, clutching his crotch, grimacing in pain. “Okay. Let’s get back to business.” He looked at his friends. “What do you think?”

Rafael shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know. It could work.”

Damon turned to Malik.

Malik’s eyes narrowed. “If he turns us down I’m gonna beat his fucking ass.”


“His name is Logan. Logan Kruger”, Damon said. “He told us to just come inside.”

The three guys were standing in front of the Bartlet High Gym.

Neither of them was making a move.

“Hey man, I don’t know about this”, Rafael said, scratching his head. “Are you sure we’re welcome in there?”

Damon looked at him. “What do you mean?”

Rafael grimaced. “We're not exactly their color if you know what I mean. These guys think so low of us, we might get our asses kicked before we even get to that guy.”

Malik chuckled, rubbing his fist with his hand. “Calm down. There’s three of us. If there’s any trouble we’ll just beat their asses!”

Rafael bit his lower lip. “I don’t know, man…”

Malik turned to Damon. “If they laugh at us I’m going to break their fucking faces!”

“They’re not gonna laugh at us”, Damon said, trying to sound convincing.

Malik snorted. “This guy and his friends think we are rats, talentless thugs. One guy from Bartlet High told me to wash his car and threw a dollar at me! Fuck that! They are gonna laugh at us for seeking their help!”

“Guys”, Damon said. “I know that the guys at Bartlet High think they’re better than us. We all know that. Just last week one of the Bartlet guys laughed at my accent. I understand why you guys are against this. I had two crushes and you know what happened! They think the world belongs to them. We must remember, we are doing this for the school, so students don't run into trouble like we did or turn to drugs and drop out. We are doing this for our people, our brothers and sisters.”

Malik scoffed. “You sound like a bad made-for-TV movie.”

Damon rolled his eyes. “This is the right thing. Are we doing this or not?”

Rafael and Malik looked at each other.

“Okay”, Rafael said.

Malik nodded.

Damon inhaled deeply and opened the door.

They went into the gym without making much eye contact with anyone. They found Logan working out.

“Okay”, Damon mumbled. “Stand back a bit so we don't look menacing.”

Malik and Rafael looked at each other, amused expressions on their faces, watching as Damon approached Logan.

Logan’s short blond hair was wet with sweat and he was wearing shorts and a tight t-shirt. He was a little taller than Damon, but Damon was more muscular.

After Damon had told him about their idea, Logan smiled at him apologetically.

Rafael and Malik couldn’t hear what he was saying but it was obvious that he wasn’t convinced.

“This is bullshit”, Malik mumbled. “He won’t help us.”

Rafael nodded. “Yeah, Damon’s making an ass of himself…”

They got a little closer to hear what they were saying.

Logan’s voice was low but they heard enough to understand. “…rejected three times…Santos High…bad reputation … nothing I can do...”

“Come on”, Damon pleaded. “I know they’ll listen to you. Let’s at least try and work something out.”

Logan scratched his head. “I’m really sorry but---“

Malik decided that he had heard enough. “Hey, asshole”, he yelled, walking up to Logan. “We’re not idiots, okay? Don’t pretend you’re sorry! You’re not!”

“Damon, don’t beg him to help us!” Rafael chimed in. “He doesn’t want to. Asshole.”

A couple of Logan’s friends had looked up, and walked over to help their captain.

Logan raised his arm and his friends backed off.

Damon looked at Rafael and Malik, shutting them up.

“Okay, this is what we can do”, Logan said. “I’ll have a classic wrestling match with one of you after class. You’ll have to beat me or at least give me some good competition and you’ll get my help.”

Some of his friends chuckled.

Damon looked at Rafael and Malik.

“Give us a moment”, he said before consulting with his friends.

“You’ll wipe the floor with them”, one of Logan’s friends said.

“We’ll see”, Logan shrugged. “If they’re good they deserve to get recognized.”

When Damon returned, he pulled Logan aside. “Frankly, I’m the only one with a chance at giving you a decent fight. But I don’t think I can do classic wrestling match. Our school just doesn’t have the equipment or the trainers to get me up to speed.”

Logan nodded. “Yeah, it wouldn’t be fair.”

“What about this: I fight you in a field. We can bring a couple of friends but they’re spectators only. Strikes are allowed but wrestling skills must be included. The winner determined via K.O or tap out. If you can't win in 5 minutes, you vouch for my high school for consideration. But the fight must continue until there's a winner.”

Logan raised his eyebrows.

“For bragging rights”, Damon shrugged. He smiled at Logan. “Deal?”

Logan thought for a moment. “No eye-gouging, no hair pulling, no fish-hooking, and no outside interference.” He extended his hand.

“What about low blows?” Damon asked.

Logan shrugged his shoulders. “Low blows are fair, right?” he grinned.

“Right”, Damon chuckled and they shook hands.

“One thing”, Logan said. “What is it with your attitude? I mean, your friends got really upset all of a sudden…”

Damon looked at Logan. “You know how it is.” He told them about the incidents where Bartlet High students had harassed Santos High students. “You and your friends get everything so easy and we have a bad reputation yet no one offers to help the problem.”

Logan raised his eyebrows. “Okay, let’s stay real here. You’re not exactly angels, right? Your school beats up our students just as much as the other way around, buddy. You guys are just as guilty.”

“So both schools are to blame? Not one’s better than the other?” Damon asked.

“Sure”, Logan said.

“So why do you guys get a wrestling team and other types of sports teams and we don’t? I can go on but let's stick to the wrestling team! How is that fair?” Damon asked.

Logan looked at him.

“Listen, if you give us a chance and show up to the field, I will make an effort to get my friends to lay off if you do the same”, Damon said.

Logan nodded. “Yeah, that sounds good.”


“Alright”, Damon said, smiling at Logan. “You ready?”

He was wearing a blue jeans and a tight white t-shirt that contrasted nicely with his black skin. His thick 9 incher snaked down his thigh, indicating that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“I’m ready”, Logan nodded. Like Damon, he was wearing his street clothes, a pair of cargo shorts and a buttoned shirt.

Their cars were parked on the field, Logan’s on one side, Damon’s on the other side.

Rafael and Malik were a few feet away, leaning against Damon’s car, worried expressions on their faces. They trusted Damon to give his best – but still there was that nagging fear that he wuld suffer a humiliating defeat.

Logan had brought two friends of his own. CJ and Seth were standing near Logan’s car, confident smiles on their faces.

“Remember”, Damon said, looking from his friends to Logan’s and back again. “You’re here to watch, not interfere. Got it?”

CJ and Seth shrugged their shoulders.

Rafael and Malik didn’t react.

“Got it?!” Damon repeated, glaring at his friends.

“Yeah, whatever”, Rafael mumbled.

Malik inhaled deeply, rolling his eyes.

“Okay.” Damon clapped his hands and looked at Logan.

“This bad blood we all have going on, let's leave it in the field once we're done”, Logan said. “After this can we all be decent with each other?”

The other guys nodded their heads in agreement.

Logan and Damon stood face to face, looking up and down at one another, observing each other, waiting for the signal to start the fight.

“One more thing”, Logan said. “After the fight, my friends and I will apologize for our actions towards you and your friends. Win or lose, we’ll apologize, and we hope you’ll do the same.”

Damon nodded just as CJ pressed the horn in Logan’s car, starting the first round of fighting.

The two hot guys circled each other, their eyes locked, while their buddies were cheering and egging them on.

When Logan saw that Damon wasn’t going to make the first move, he lunged at him, trying to pull him onto his back.

Damon fought back, slamming his hands against Logan’s torso.

Damon’s strategy going into the fight was to just stay on his feet. He knew he couldn’t wrestle like Logan, and he tried looking for a chance to give him a hard right hand, his best move.

The fight got very dirty very quickly, when Logan brought his knee up between Damon’s thighs, crunching his hefty balls into his body and making him grunt in pain.

“Hey, that’s against the rules!” Malik growled, shaking his fist in the air.

“It’s not! Low blows are fair game!” CJ replied with a smirk as Seth was laughing his ass off.

Damon retaliated with a well-placed punch to Logan’s gonads, catching him by surprise and eliciting an anguished wail.

Now it was Rafael and Malik who were cheering while CJ and Seth protested.

Logan and Damon went back and forth trading body blows, hard punches and painful holds. Logan’s technique was superior to Damon’s but Damon made up for it with passion and strength.

His foot crashed into Logan’s crotch, nailing his nuts dead-on.

Logan screamed in pain as Damon’s friends clapped their hands, whooping and cheering.

“Scramble his fucking huevos!” Rafael laughed.

“Yeah, he’s not gonna have sex for a week!” Malik chimed in, chuckling.

Grimacing in pain, Logan went on the attack. His hand sneaked between Damon’s thighs, grabbing hold of his fat, meaty dick. It was hard as a rock, and Logan looked Damon in the eyes for a split-second before bending it painfully.

Damon’s eyes widened in surprise and pain as Logan used his most valuable asset to his advantage, viciously clawing at the meaty monster as Damon screamed in pain.

Damon punched Logan in the ribs and in the kidneys, trying to make him loosen his hold on his dick. But it took a well-placed knee to the babymakers to make Logan let go of his dick and grab his own crotch, stumbling backwards, his face contorted in pain.

Damon jumped at Logan, shoving him to the ground.

They rolled around in the field, clutching each other, each of them trying to get the upper hand.

Their dicks were hard as steel.

Both of them were aroused, and both of them tried to use their opponent’s arousal against them while trying to hide their own rock hard cocks from their buddies to save face.

Damon got Logan in a hold from behind, his fat, thick boner poking him.

Logan felt Damon’s dong against his ass, making him let out a soft moan before catching himself and reaching behind to grab Damon’s nuts and squeeze them as hard as he could.

By now, both of them were sweaty and hot, their faces flushed, their hands slippery.

Logan held an advantage over Damon but it wasn’t as easy as he had thought it would be.

They were almost five minutes in, and Logan tried to roll Damon over by squishing his tender nuggets with his strong hands.

Somehow, Damon managed to get out, grunting and groaning as he landed a strong, hard punch to Logan’s balls that made the handsome young man scream and double over instantly.

“Fuck yeah!” Rafael and Malik yelled in unison as Damon got Logan into a headlock.

Logan was gasping for breath, his face turning purple, flailing around as he tried to escape Damon’s hold.

“Yeah!” Rafael jumped up in excitement.

“You got him! You got him!” Malik screamed.

With all the force he could muster, Logan kicked Damon’s nuts.

“Oooooooooooh!” Malik, Rafael, CJ and Seth cringed in sympathy in a rare moment of unconstrained solidarity.

Damon’s eyes rolled back into his head and he let out a gurgling groan.

“Fuck, that’s gotta hurt”, CJ mumbled, rubbing his own crotch.

“I bet his kids are gonna feel that”, Rafael grimaced, cupping his groin.

“Those nuts are crushed for good”, Malik nodded, trying to act cool.

“Peanut butter time”, Seth chimed in, chuckling.

The four guys looked at each other and burst out laughing.

In the meantime, Logan had thrown Damon to the side and stood on top of him, one foot on his crotch, the other on his ribs, pulling his arms upwards but holding him down with his body weight.

Damon let out a miserable groan, his face a mask of pain.

“Ouch”, Rafael bit his lower lip.

“He better give up”, Seth said. “Seriously, Logan’s is gonna grind those nuts into paste.”

Malik nodded. “Hey, Damon, do you give up?”

Damon let out a whimper.

“Do you give up, man? We need to hear it”, Malik said.

Damon shook his head. “No fucking way”, he groaned.

Malik and Rafael grimaced as Logan sat down and rolled onto his back, lifting Damon into the air, his feet still pressing against Damon’s crotch and his ribs. All of Damon’s weight was resting on Logan’s feet and he was crushing his own nuts with his own body weight.

Damon screamed from the top of his lungs and tapped out within seconds.

“I’m out!” he cried. “I’m out!”

Immediately, Logan lowered him to the ground, allowing him to curl up in a ball, clutching his crotch and whimpering in pain.

“It was a good fight”, Seth said, smiling at Rafael and Malik.

“Damon’s a tough guy”, CJ chimed in.

Rafael nodded. “Yeah, your guy’s pretty good, too.” He turned to Malik. “Right?”

Malik shrugged his shoulders.

Logan celebrated his win in this surprisingly tough fight by giving a victory roar as he rested his foot on Damon’s chest.

He looked down and held out his hand, helping Damon up.

“You’re good”, he whispered into Damon’s ear as they hugged. “That was a good fight. I’ll definitely recommend you to the organizers.”

Damon felt Logan’s hard dick pressing against his thigh. His own rock hard cock was throbbing inside his pants.

“Thanks”, he mumbled.

“You’ll need to stop fighting dirty, though, or you’ll be disqualified”, Logan grinned, placully smacking Damon in the nuts and making him double over and cough.

“You’re the one who started it”, Damon groaned, chuckling.

Logan shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, well…”

He turned to Damon’s friends and turned serious for a moment. “I’m really sorry for all the drama that has taken place in the past.”

“Yeah, we’re sorry, too”, Malik mumbled.

They shook hands and Logan suggested that they head over to the park and hang out together.

“Why don’t you take my car”, Logan said, putting his hand around Damon’s shoulder. “We’ll be right behind.”

When the four guys had driven off, Logan turned to Damon and chuckled. “Not bad, man.”

“You’re not bad yourself”, Damon grinned. “Congratulations on your victory.” He hit Logan in the balls with a playful backhand smack, making him double over and fall to his knees.

Damon feigned indignation. “NOW you’re going down?!”

Logan chuckled, rubbing his sore nuggets. “You got them really good…”

They both burst out laughing.

“I noticed you got a little excited”, Damon smiled, glancing at Logan’s crotch. “In fact, you got hard as a rock.”

Logan blushed. “I--- I just---“

“Don’t worry”, Damon chuckled, opening his jeans and whipping out his fat, meaty 9 incher. It was hard and glistening. “The feeling’s mutual.”

Logan got up, sheepishly reaching inside his pants and pulling out his own boner.

“Yeah”, Damon moaned, reaching for Logan’s dick and wrapping his fingers around the thick shaft.

He started stroking the two cocks with his hands, and they both closed their eyes moaning in pleasure.

“Feels like I’m skiing with two poles”, Damon quipped, his voice raspy and hoarse.

Logan chuckled, his eyes closed, breathing heavily.

Damon stopped jerking his dick for a moment to land a playful punch to his dangling gonads, making Logan open his eyes and grimace in pain.

“Not enough dirty fighting for today?” Logan groaned and grabbed Damon’s ballsack, squeezing his nuts.

They were facing each other, jerking each other off while slapping and punching, smacking and squeezing each others’ balls, looking deeply into each others’ eyes.

They came simultaneously, their dicks shooting like geysers, showering each other in hot, creamy cum.

They both shot huge loads, panting, moaning and smiling at each other as they soaked their clothes with their salty spunk.

“Shit”, Damon chuckled, looking down at his t-shirt that was soaking in Logan’s cum. “You got a spare shirt?”

Logan pointed at Damon’s sperm soaked jeans. “I think you need a spare pair of pants as well…”

Damon laughed.

Logan looked down his own body and burst out laughing. “Holy fuck! That’s gotta be at least a week’s worth of cum!” His shirt was clinging to his body, dripping wet, and his cargo pants looked as if someone had emptied a bucket of cream on them.

“A day’s worth”, Damon grinned, stuffing his monster cock back into his pants.

“One day?!” Logan raised his eyebrows, chuckling. “Man, you’re a shooter! You really hosed me down!” He pulled his pants back up and buttoned them. “Do you always shoot like that?”

Damon grinned. “Not always…”

Logan chuckled. “Damn, I’m looking forward to fighting you again”, he said with a wink.

“I guess we’ll have to make sure to keep our dicks on the down low in our first competition fight”, Damon mused.

They shared a laugh and gave each other a big hug, knowing that a great – and somewhat kinky – friendship had begun.


Gayballbustinwolf said...

Loved the story you should continue this

Lenny Bennu said...

Loved the story! I liked the friendship aspect, and especially the different cultures clashing kinda thing. The lower resource school compared to the more privileged group. Both looking down on each other, but realizing both are just a bunch a guys who love a good busting. The only real difference between the groups is where they were born. I'm a sucker for that kinda thing, and I liked reading about that. Almost liked it more than the busting honestly haha. But great story Alex, and I'd love to read more of this sorta thing in the future.

Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback, guys! I'm glad you enjoyed the story! :-))

Anonymous said...

"They were facing each other, jerking each other off while slapping and punching, smacking and squeezing each others’ balls, looking deeply into each others’ eyes.
They came simultaneously, their dicks shooting like geysers, showering each other in hot, creamy cum."
WOW! That's what I'm looking for in a mutual ballbusting story (and don't find often...), thanks for including such hot scenes in this one. Hope for more, longer and detailed.

Anonymous said...

So hot! More please. And lets get the buddies involved.

Alex said...

Thanks for your comments, guys! Right now I don't have any plans for a sequel but I'll think about it. :-))