And the winner is...

Featured in this story: Ben, Chad, Colin, Danny, David, Kev, Leo, Parker, Simon, Tristan, the twins and Alex (click for pictures)

The Academy Awards ceremony was about to begin.

We had assembled some chairs around the couch so everyone had a seat. Some time earlier every one of us had drawn four films (six for Danny) and throughout the show the Oscar winners would get kicks in their nuts. It was a simple premise but I was sure it would allow for some nice action…

Kev, Ben and Colin, the three cocky jockboys, were sitting on the couch. Each of them had a can of beer in his hand and they were talking about the films. Neither of them had ever watched the Oscars so they were assuming it'd be a pretty boring night. Perhaps the game would add some excitement for them...

The twins Will and Michael sat next to them and were talking to their indie friend and fellow acrobat Parker. The twins were wearing identical outfits - jeans and t-shirts - and they looked quite stunning with their blond hair, their perfect bodies and their winning smiles. Parker’s hair was dyed flaming red and he was wearing bright green jeans and a colourful t-shirt. He had his legs spread wide apart as he sat in his chair and the bulge in his crotch looked pretty inviting. I had seen the twins’ sets of genitals and I knew they had pretty huge dicks and large, low hanging balls – but from this perspective it looked like Parker could rival them…

Skaterboys Leo and Tristan – as always dressed in baggy jeans and t-shirts – were sitting on the other side of the couch.

Jesid and Simon, both of whom had gained some experience in the gay porn biz although they had never worked with each other, were laughing and having a good time. There definitely was some chemistry between the two of them. I wondered if they’d decide to leave early and spend the night together…

Danny, our struggling actor and – with ‘No country for old men’ being only one of his six films for tonight – the undisputed frontrunner, was sitting next to Jesid and Simon. A painful expression was visible on his cute face and he was rubbing his nuts that had been kicked a few minutes ago by his brother David.

David, the successful dancer, was wearing black trousers and a white shirt. He looked very attractive and I couldn’t believe this nice, polite looking young guy was such an arrogant asshole. He was talking to my cameraman Chad. Both of them were drinking a beer.

I decided to get one for myself and went to the kitchen. When I came back, Danny announced: “Come on, sit down, the show is about to begin!”

The nominees

Featured in this story: Ben, Chad, Colin, Danny, David, Kev, Leo, Parker, Simon, Tristan and the twins (click for pictures)

A few days ago Danny had called and suggested an Oscar party at our studio. We had invited all of our models and asked them to bring their friends as well.

So our studio was packed. We were 13 guys, including my cameraman Chad and me.

The blond twins Michael and Will had brought their friend Parker, a young indie looking guy with flaming red hair. Leo, our skater boy, had invited his buddy Tristan, a fellow skater that I had met during the casting of Jesid, our new boy, who had come as well. Then there was the Ballbusting Olympics Committee president Kev and vice presidents and dorm buddies Colin and Ben. Simon, the geeky but decidedly kinky bespectacled cutie had come on his own.

Danny, our cute struggling actor, was alone, too, although I had suggested that he bring his brother David, a cocky, self-centered dancer whose idea of fun was humiliating his brother.

Chad and I had bought some beverages and snacks and I had made sure to prepare everything for our ballbusting party game.

“I have made slips of paper with the name of every film that is nominated for an Oscar tonight”, I explained. “There are 24 categories and 58 films. We are 13 people so everyone gets 4 films and our 6 models will get 5 films . And the winner gets a nutshot by one of the losing nominees.”

The guys cheered and clapped.

“Okay”, I started, “let’s---“

I was interrupted by a voice behind me: “Sorry I’m late.”

I turned around and grinned. “That’s David, everyone. He’s Danny’s brother.”

“Hi everyone”, David said.

I heard Danny moan.

“Hello, dear brother”, David grinned. “Happy to see me?”

Oscar Night ahead

Featured in this story: Danny (click for pictures)

Today I got a phone call from Danny.

“How are you?” I asked.

“Fine, thanks”, he replied politely.

“What about that short film of yours ‘Rocks/Off’? It’s been a while since the workshop…”

“Yeah, but we haven’t even started filming. It’s a bit… well, I don’t know. Let’s talk about something else, okay?”

“Sure”, I said.

“You know, it’s the Academy Awards show on Sunday. I thought maybe we could get together and watch it on your beamer”, he suggested. “I’m in the mood for a bit of light entertainment…”

“Well, yeah, why not?” I said.

“Oh, and we could do a drinking game. I’ve done it with a few buddies last year. It was fun!”

“Erm, okay”, I replied. “What kind of game?”

“Everybody gets one film. And when that film wins an Oscar that person has to drink a shot”; Danny explained.

I thought about it. “Why don’t we change the rules and adjust the game to our website?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, instead of drinking a shot, the winner gets a hit in the nuts from one of the losing nominees”, I said.

Danny was silent. “Ouch”, he said. “I wouldn’t want to get ‘No country for old men’…”

I laughed. “Yeah, that’s gonna be the jackpot…”

Danny chuckled. “Okay, let’s do it. I’m gonna call the other guys. Maybe they have a few friends they want to invite, too.”

“The more the merrier”, I said.

“Great. I’m gonna make the calls.”

“Don’t you want to invite your brother David, too?”

Danny was silent again. “Erm, I don’t think he’ll be in town. They are touring with ‘The nutcracker’ at the moment.”

“Ah, yes, you are right. Well, perhaps he is gonna come another time”, I said.

“Yeah. I’m gonna call Kev, Simon, Leo and the twins, now. Do you have the phone number of that new guy?”

“You mean Jesid? Yeah, wait a moment”, I gave him the number.

“See you on Sunday, then”, Danny said.

“Yeah, see you”, I replied and looked into my address book to search for David’s telephone number.  Perhaps he had a day off on Sunday…