New poll: Next story?

Yesterday, someone suggested a poll to help me decide which story to work on next. Actually, I think that is a very good idea and I hope it will help me focus on writing again... :-))

So please tell me your opinion in the new poll...

As I have already said, I don't know when I'll be able to find the time to write again, but it might give me some motivation if I know what you guys want...

More than one answer is possible - but it would be great if you didn't check all the boxes... :-))

Thanks!

Oh - and don't forget to let me know if you have any information about the chinko machine (see post here)...

Nothing new... and a cry for help...

I'm very sorry to say that I underestimated the amount of time I have to put into my new job. Frankly, I haven't written a single word for more than two months - and I don't know when that's gonna change.
I know that you are waiting for new stories and I hope that I'll be able to write new ones someday. At the moment, I can't say for sure when that'll be though...

In the meantime, I have been developing a continuing fascination with a fantastic Japanese invention called the chinko machine. I'm sure you know what I'm talking about... It's that wicked instrument that has been put to good use in Japanese game show Gaki no Tsukai:

Logan’s high school diary 4

Previous chapters: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

After having seen three videos that 18 year old high school wrestler Logan had filmed for his high school diary, I was curious when I discovered the fourth part in the mail today.

Again, just like he had done for the third part, Logan had set up the camera in the gym’s locker room. Apparently, it was hidden on top of one of the lockers.

Within seconds, the room filled with Logan’s wrestling team.

I immediately recognized some familiar faces that I had seen in the third instalment of Logan’s diary: Kim, the Asian kid with black hair and a muscular body; Gary, the cutie with dark blond hair and brown eyes; Dash, the black-haired bully whose balls were far less robust than I had imagined; Leroy, the well-endowed African-American with curly black hair.

Among the boys was another one I recognized: Cody, a cute boy with red hair. He hadn’t been at last week’s training, and I hadn’t figured him for a wrestler, because he wasn’t very muscular. Well, apparently my assumptions had been wrong. He seemed to be part of the team. I had seen him sport a nose piercing, but apparently he taken it off during training.

The boys undressed and got ready to hit the showers, laughing and joking, slapping each other’s naked butts and occasionally threatening to grab each other’s nuts.

New link: Ball Busting Tales

Great news! There's a new ballbusting stories blog that includes f/m as well as m/m ballbusting:
http://ballbustingtales.blogspot.com

I've had the privilege to read a couple of bbmal's stories that he sent me via email, and I'm a big fan! I'm delighted that he has decided to start his own blog - because that means there are more stories coming! :-))

Poll results: Ballbusting Olympics 2009

More than 170 people voted in the poll to determine which sports will be played in this years Ballbusting Olympics. Thanks to everyone who participated in the poll!

Here are the results:

Squash   42%
Roshambo   41%
Punch Ball   37%
Knee ball   31%
Footy   29%
Tug-of-war   28%
Nutball   25%
Weight lifting   19%
Tit twister   7%

Last year, we had five days of competition and I think that's a pretty good number. So I guess that means that we'll have Squash, Roshambo and Punch Ball as well as new additions Knee Ball and Footy for this years competition. Maybe, maybe, if I find the time, I will write a Tug-of-war story, too... We'll see.

I can't say for sure when I'll get around to writing the first story. I won't be able to keep last year's schedule (one story a week)...

If you have any ideas for rules and regulations for our five (or maybe six) sports, let me know...
Thanks!

Olympic Countdown: Training Parker (2)

Featured in this story: Parker and Vince (click for pictures)

“You know what you’re doing, right?” Parker said slowly, looking down his naked body.

The 21 year old gymnast with the dyed flaming-red hair was standing in the middle of the studio, his legs spread slightly apart. He had a trained, muscular body, with defined pecs, strong arms and legs, and six-pack abs.

Parker had competed quite successfully in last year’s Olympic Games. This year, he wanted to best his score. That’s why he had asked Vince, our young scientist, prop-guy and technician, to be his trainer and toughen his balls.

Right now, Parker didn’t seem to be to happy with Vince’s efforts.

Vince was fumbling with Parker’s testicles, trying to stuff them into a device that looked pretty frightening.

I could understand why Parker was worried.

Vince ignored him and continued closing the device around Parker’s nuts.

A few moments later, he stepped back and watched the results with a satisfied smile on his face.

Vince was one year younger than Parker, but he looked like he was still in high school. He was quite small – especially in comparison with Parker who was more than 6 feet tall – and had a cute face, brown hair and brown eyes. In a rather desperate attempt to look his age, Vince was trying to grow sideburns and a goatee despite his obvious lack of substantial beard growth. The result looked pretty ridiculous and Vince somehow achieved the exact opposite of what he was trying to do.

Logan’s high school diary 3

Previous chapters: Part 1, Part 2

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

Today, 18 year old high school senior Logan sent me the third part of his high school diary.

I popped the DVD into the player and watched as screen filled with the picture of a locker room. It looked almost like surveillance camera footage, and I suspected that Logan had hidden the camera on top of one of the lockers.

The room was empty. Jackets and jeans, shoes and bags were lying on the benches and the floor.

Suddenly, the door opened and a group of guys walked in, cheering and laughing. All of them were wearing identical singlets of various colors. It was a motley crew of 18ish boys, all of them lean and muscular. The Josiah E. Bartlet High School Wrestling Team, among them blond wrestling champion Logan.

“Hey, Leroy”, Logan shouted, addressing a young African-American guy with short, curly black hair.

Leroy turned around, grinning, and put his hands on his hips. He was wearing a tight-fitting red singlet with a conspicuous bulge in the crotch area.

Logan grinned. “Nothing, Leroy…”

The black kid chuckled.

“Wait”, Logan grinned, starting to take off his singlet. He had a smooth, muscular chest that was glistening with sweat. “I can’t remember – how often did I kick your ass today?”

Change

I think it's best not to beat around the bush: In the coming weeks and months I might not be able to post as many stories as I'd like to because my "day job" is gonna change significantly (which is great because I'm gonna earn more money... :-)).

I really don't know what will happen to the site. The promotion has come very sudden and very unexpected, and it more than doubles my working hours, meaning that I won't be able to spend as much time on writing as I used to.

All I can say at the moment is that I really enjoy writing those stories and I don't plan on quitting completely. (And I guess it's my German sense of duty that'd make me feel very bad if I didn't finish the stories that I started...). So we'll see what the future brings...

As for new ideas: Please keep them coming. As I said: I don't plan on quitting.

Thanks!

On the job: Leo, cup tester

Featured in this story: Leo and Vince (click for pictures)

I entered the science laboratory and looked around, searching for Vince.

There were seven people. Two of them were wearing white lab coats and working on something. The rest of the guys were wearing business suits.

The suit-clad guys were engaged in some discussion. They were between 20 and 40 years of age, and their suits looked expensive.

Suddenly, a door opened and Vince entered the room.

He was 20 years old, slightly younger than the other scientists. He was not very tall, with a slim build, brown hair and brown eyes. Wearing his lab coat, he reminded me of that 80s TV series about a kid doctor. Vince was trying desperately to look mature and grown-up, and I guess he thought the little facial hair that was visible on his otherwise baby-smooth face qualified as a goatee and sideburns, but, frankly, they didn’t…

I wondered what the other technicians thought about him. They looked like they were in their late twenties.

One of them had shoulder-length black hair. He was wearing horn-rimmed glasses and boot cut jeans below his lab coat.

The other one was blond, with crew cut hair and steel blue eyes.

We were in the lab of a successful sportswear manufacturer.

Zach the cheater: Zach and Stephanie

Warning: Contains graphic heterosexuality.

Featured in this story:  Zach (click for pictures)

My cameraman Chad and our new technician Vince had left the studio a few hours ago. I was working late, crunching numbers.

A few minutes before midnight, just when I was ready to leave, the door bell rang.

I looked at my watch and sighed.

When I opened the door, I was surprised to see Zach leaning against the wall.

The 20 year old frat guy looked miserable. His face was hot and glistening, and his blond hair was wet with sweat.

“Zach”, I said, raising my eyebrows. “What’s up?”

Wordlessly, he limped past me and sat down on the couch, groaning in pain.