New Year’s Eve

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Zach rang the bell. The handsome 20 year old frat guy ran his tongue over his teeth, straightened his tie, ran his hand through his short blond hair and adjusted his crotch. This was going to be the best New Year’s Eve ever! There had been several options available to him: a wild party at the frat house, a huge rave at the hottest club in town – and a rendezvous with one of the sexiest girls he had ever met. Of course he had chosen option three. Who wouldn’t? The thought of driving his huge dick into the pretty blonde’s hole gave him an instant hard-on.

The door opened, and the girl of Zach’s dreams smiled at him.

“Hi”, Eve said, running her hand through her long, blond hair. She was 19 years old, and she looked amazing. Her black dress was made of some see-through fabric, and she wasn’t wearing underwear. Zach gulped as he looked her up and down, taking in the sight of her big breasts with their erect nipples, and the glimpse of her honey pot.

“I guess you like what you see, huh?” Eve giggled as she glanced at Zach’s very obvious erection that was straining his jeans.

Zach cleared his throat, his eyes fixed on the treasure between Eve’s thighs. “Hi”, he said in a throaty voice.

“Follow me, stud”, Eve smiled. She turned around and walked through the hallway.

Sexy Santa and his nutcrunching elves: How the elves saved Christmas

Warning: Can contain traces of egg nog.

The North Pole lay quiet and still on this beautiful Christmas afternoon. Another business year for Santa and his little helpers had come to end, and all that was left after the letter reading, gift wrapping, sleigh riding, chimney jumping and stocking stuffing was the book keeping which – thank goodness – had been outsourced to the South Pole years ago.

The part time elves and guest workers had left their quarters and gone home (wherever that was) for a couple of months to come back when the 2013 season started. The workers’ houses were dark, only the headquarters were ablaze with light.

A dozen of senior elves had convened in the common room on the first floor. Each and every one of them was an experienced and stalwart fellow, having been in attendance for a couple of decades. They were a jolly bunch of slender, petite, gracefully built guys who looked as if they had just come of age even though they a lot older. That was one of the advantages of being an elf: The aging process stopped right after puberty. All of them were fair-haired, with blue eyes and delicate features. In any other world, they would have been subjected to name-calling and bullying for their sissy-like appearance. But here, they were the masters of a magical universe of enchantment and gaiety.

Their striking resemblance made them virtually indistinguishable – especially to the new Santa who kept confusing their names. Well, the new Santa wasn’t exactly new. This was his tenth season – but still, everything seemed new and exciting.

All about Adam

Adam kissed Christopher on the lips. “You are very cute, you know that?” he whispered.

Christopher blushed. Just like Adam, he was 17 years old. And just like Adam he had blond hair and blue eyes. But unlike Adam, Christopher was a virgin.

Today at school, Adam had approached him. He had looked at him with his sexy blue eyes, and they had talked about this and that. And then, out of the blue, Adam had asked him if he wanted to come to his house and “play”. Christopher had known right away what “playing” meant, and even though he’d never thought that his first time would be with a boy, Christopher had agreed.

And here they were, both of them wearing their school uniform, blue trousers, white shirts, a red tie and a blue jacket.

Adam ran his hand through Christopher’s hair and french-kissed the shy, blond boy. Without breaking the kiss, he undid the top button of Christopher’s pants.

Father and son

Featured in this story: Leo (click for pictures)

When Leonard Ferguson came home after a few hours at the skate park, he knew that there would be no-one to greet him. His mom and his older sister Maggie were away for a couple of days, and Leo’s dad was playing basketball with his buddies like he did every Wednesday.

Leo grabbed a bowl of pasta from the fridge and put it into the microwave. A few minutes later he was sitting in front of the TV, watching one of his “Jackass” DVDs and eating pasta.

His mom wasn’t very good at cooking – but her meat-ball sauce was great. The tall, lanky skater loved it. He had taken off his oversized t-shirt so that it didn’t get tomato stains on it, and after a couple of minutes, his cleanly shaven chest was sprinkled with red sauce. When he was finished, he put the plate on the floor and leaned back, playing with his smart phone while watching the absurd and sometimes painful antics that played on the big TV screen.

Painful treatment

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Note: This is a sequel to Doctor’s orders.

Featured in this story: Chad and Sammy (click for pictures)

Charles Wulf, nicknamed Chad, walked into Dr. Brown’s office, hoping that the doctor wasn’t in. Aside from Dr. Brown’s obvious hygienic problems (the man had a terrible breath and his mustache looked like it doubled as a food storage facility…), Chad held him responsible for the painful treatment he had endured over the past five weeks.

He had seeked help when a terrible sex accident had left his balls bloated and bruised, and his sperm count at zero. Chad had hoped for some pills maybe or some soothing lotion – instead he had gottan a prescription for a series of deep tissue massages that made his tender bits ache even more. He sincerely doubted that this was going to help him get his sex life back on track. On the other hand: What were his options? So, grudgingly, he had endured five weeks of bi-weekly massages, administered by an eager nurse, Samuel Rosenthal, who definitely knew how to hit his pressure points.

Chad grimaced. Today was the last massage. Thank God. He hadn’t had sex in five weeks, and – at 30 years old – being in his sexual prime, he definitely needed release. The first massage had drained his nuts dry. But after that, he hadn’t been allowed shot his load. And Sammy had made it pretty clear what he’d do to him if he didn’t follow the orders…

Ballbusting Olympics on tour

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Kev (click for pictures)

Kevin J. Stone didn’t believe his ears. “You wanna give up?” he asked incredulously. “You have come this far and now you want to give up? Just because you are in a little bit of pain?”

He had been on tour for the last couple of weeks, and he had seen many things: guys passing out, guys throwing up, guys crying for their mom. But this was new. A big, muscular giant of a man was cowering on the ground, his ass in the air, his face on the floor, bare naked, clutching his sore balls after exchanging a series of excruciating nut kicks with his opponent – and now, on the verge of winning, he was thinking about giving up.

“Think about it, Roy”, Kev continued, rubbing the poor guy’s shoulders. “You have softened his nuts up. That kick you gave him just minutes ago almost made him puke! Giving up is for pussies!”

Roy whimpered in pain, rocking back and forth, cradling his aching gonads. “I don’t think I can go on”, he whispered, tears running down his face. “My nuts are killing me…”

“Bullshit!” Kev shouted. “This is just the beginning!”

The Payne Identity

 Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: the twins (click for pictures)

Michael Payne opened the door to his apartment. What a day. The 22 year old sighed as he limped across the hallway. He took off his dark red coat and placed his ridiculous looking hat on the sideboard. Michael ran his hand through his short blond hair and sighed again.

Michael had taken a job as a city guide, working for a company that specialized in novelty tours. His role was a circus ringmaster and he was responsible for the “Dark Corners” tour, showing his group the red light district and the bohemian quarters, a couple of murder scenes and the suicide bridge. He enjoyed his job. He loved to be around people, and he loved telling gruesome and bizarre anecdotes that sent shivers down his listeners’ spine. Before he had found this job he had worked in the circus and as a stripper – this was essentially the same, he just didn’t have to get naked and show off his body.

Taking off his shoes was an ordeal. He could barely walk, let alone bend over. He groaned and decided to keep his shoes on for the moment. Every muscle in his body hurt. Most of all his balls.

“Bobby?” he shouted.

“I’m here!” the answer came from the kitchen.

Michael and Bobby had just moved in together. They had met at a public swimming pool some time ago, and they immediately liked each other. Michael had been in love from the second he saw him, and due to some unusual circumstances they had gotten very intimate right away. But it had taken some time until Michael had agreed to move in with Bobby.

Never bet your balls

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Note (07/17/2014): In the original version I got the names of Logan's friends mixed up. The blond one is Speedy, the bespectacled boy with black hair is Seth. I have corrected it.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

Logan Kruger was lying in the sun, dozing and thinking about the big game that was about to begin in a couple of hours. The 18 years old high school senior was the captain of Bartlet High’s baseball team and today was an important game: Bartlet High and Vinnick High were going neck to neck, and only one of them was going to win the championship…

Logan’s left hand was resting on his bare chest, his right hand was stretched out on the lawn. He was wearing grey sweat pants that did very little to conceal the considerable bulge in his crotch.

Suddenly, there was a shadow on Logan’s face. The handsome guy squinted against the sun.

“Why is it that it’s always me who suffers when you decide to play some stupid little game?” a female voice said.

A tale of two brothers

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Danny and David (click for pictures)

Daniel Gallagher opened his eyes and yawned. It was noon. He stretched his limbs and stared at the ceiling. With a sigh, he pushed away the blanket and ran his hand over his naked body. He noticed a funny feeling in his stomach. Stage fright. Tonight was the opening night of his new play “Pearls and Cream”. Oh, how he had missed the feeling…

When was the last time he had been in a production that had an opening night? He had to think hard. He had spent the last few years doing mostly bit-parts on TV or cheap direct-to-DVD movies like “Titanic 2 – Undead And Wet”, “The Son Of The Bride Of Frankenstein” or “Knitting – the movie”. None of those had had an opening night. The only thing that came close was the booze and drugs fest that had been the party for “The Passion Of The Christ – Naughty Apostles Edition”. He shuddered when he thought about all those thank-you speeches in Aramaic.

The 21 year old actor got up and scratched his naked ass. He yawned again and ran his hand through his strawberry blond hair. “Okay”, he mumbled to himself. “Let’s get started.” He rubbed his face and began his daily work-out routine. 45 push-ups, 45 sit-ups, 45 funny faces in front of the mirror. After all, he was an actor, and the face needed working out just like the body.

He looked down at his crotch and ran his hand through the pubes above his morning wood. They were a shade darker than the hair on his head. And considering that they were going to be in full view for a considerable part of “Pearls and Cream”, those pubes were far too long.

Doctor’s orders

 Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Chad and Sammy (click for pictures)

„Mr. Wulf, please come in!” Dr. Brown barked, taking off his horn-rimmed glasses and rubbing his eyes.

The last patient. Thank God. In five minutes, Dr. Brown was going to call it a day and spend the weekend on the yacht. And what a day it had been! Last night, his wife had left him, accusing him of not spending enough time with her. Stupid bitch. He had spent all those hours at the hospital, working day and night, so that they could afford their lifestyle, her lifestyle. The yacht. The house. The cars. Her car! And now Bethany had left him. Just like that. She didn’t feel wanted anymore, she had said. And then she had gotten into the sports car – that he had bought her! – with some half-naked stoner surfboy. Damn. They had been married for only four years. It had been Dr. Brown’s fifth marriage. And the last one. Never again!

Dr. Brown looked up from his desk and ran his hand through his thinning grey hair. “Mr. Wulf!” he shouted. “I’m waiting!” He patted his potbelly and noticed a ketchup stain on the white coat. Who was going to wash it for him now?

Four more minutes. Ah, the yacht. Martinis. Caviar. And that hot Caribbean hooker he had found in the phone book. What was her name? Chantrelle. Oh boy. She was going to do things to him that Bethany had never done. He pictured her, wearing nothing but a glass of Martini, and maybe a bit of caviar on her tits. He wiped his mouth with his arm and looked at his watch.

“Mr. Wulf!” he shouted again. Damn patients. Damn hospital. Damn Bethany.