The morning after

Previous parts:
Birthday plans 
I know what you did last year 
Meeting Jimmy again 
The twins' birthday bash

Featured in this story: Parker, the twins and Alex (click for pictures)

The morning after the twins' brithday party, I woke up at noon, so technically it wasn’t quite morning any more. In my head it was morning, though, and far too early, too. I had a terrible headache.

I looked around and noticed that I had spent the night sleeping on the couch in the studio. I groaned and tried to orient myself. The room smelled of cigarettes and beer.

The last thing I remembered about yesterday’s party, the twins’ birthday bash, was loud music and dancing. I guessed I had fallen asleep at around seven a.m. I groaned again.

Shuffling to the kitchen to make some coffee I noticed that I wasn’t the only one who hadn’t made it home: the twins were lying on the stage that we had built for the entertainment part of the party. The two blond guys were sleeping peacefully in their underwear. A couple of birthday gifts, a pair of skis, a large leather bound book, and a nutcracker among others, were scattered around them.

Right in front of the stage there was another two bodies. The twins’ older brother Jimmy, a professional soccer player in England, and his 18 year old British protégé Phil had sprawled on the floor. Jimmy was fully clothed while Phil was naked except for his underwear which inexplicably he was wearing with the backside in front...

I chuckled, then my headache told me not to do two things at once, so I concentrated on reaching the kitchen without passing out. I nearly stumbled over Parker who was sleeping in the doorframe between the studio and the kitchen. He was shirtless and wearing just his briefs, with a massive boner tenting the fabric. One nut was hanging out of his underwear. His flaming red hair was scrubby and he was sucking on his thumb. He was probably having a very sweet dream.

I carefully stepped over him, trying not to step on his boner, and stood in the kitchen. Thinking about what it was that had brought me here, I scratched my belly. I looked down. I was wearing a t-shirt but no underwear. My dick and balls were swinging in the spring breeze. I tried to remember whether I had stripped during the party or afterwards, before going to bed. I hoped it was the latter. But I wasn’t sure.

When I saw the coffee machine I remembered why I wanted to go to the kitchen in the first place. Taking my time, I made some coffee.

Suddenly I heard a noise behind me. Before I had a chance to turn around – no need to rush… - it hit me. More exactly, a well placed kick hit my dangling, naked nuts from behind.

I groaned, gagged and doubled over, while hearing someone laughing behind my. The pain in my balls got worse and worse, radiating from the two precious jewels to my abdomen and my brain, mixing with my headache and the faint feeling of post-alcohol-abuse nausea and creating a very toxic blend of mind-numbing agony.

I grabbed my groin and slowly sank to the ground.

The laughing continued. I looked up with what must have been a very, very displeased expression on my face and saw Will standing in the doorframe, his blond hair scrubby and his eyes slightly red, his right hand inside his boxer briefs, scratching his balls. He had a cheerful smile on his face and continued laughing while I searched for the right words. I came up with: “Bastard!”

“Good morning to you, too”, Will grinned and walked past me on his bare feet. He continued with what I had been doing before I had been so rudely interrupted, filling the coffee machine with water and ground coffee and switching it on.

I moaned. “That wasn’t necessary…”

Will shrugged. Apparently his way of dealing with a hangover was superior to mine. He looked a bit under the weather but he seemed cheerful and in a good temper.

I rubbed my sore balls and stared at him.

“How are you”, Will grinned.

“Fine”, I croaked.

Will chuckled. “It was a great party! Thank you so much!”

“You’re welcome.” I cupped my sore nuts with my hands. The pain from my groin was beginning to wear off, but the headache and the nausea continued fighting for dominance. “Michael still sleeping?” I asked.

“Yep”, Will nodded.

“He was pretty hyper yesterday…”

“You mean, when compared to his usual self?” Will grinned. “We had a couple of drinks before we got here. 
That cheered him up quite a bit. Don’t worry, when he wakes up, he’ll be as cranky and grouchy as ever.”

I shrugged. I didn’t see Michael as particularly cranky, although he wasn’t as extrovert as his twin brother Will.

I tried to get up and – after having accomplished that feat – sat down at the table. Will handed me a glass of water and I took a sip while comforting my nuts with the other hand.

Parker appeared in the doorframe, looking roughly the same way I felt. He looked at me and said: “Your balls still hurting from yesterday?”

“No”, I replied. “Will just--- Why should my nuts be hurting?”

Parker and Will stared at me.

“You mean you don’t remember?” Will grinned.

“I do”, I lied. “Just… fill me in on the details…”

Parker chuckled. “At around four Michael made his rounds with his new nutcracker…”

“Oh, the nutcracker”, I groaned. “That was a bad idea, wasn’t it?”

Parker raised his eyebrows. “Yeah. And I got the bruises to prove it…” He reached inside his briefs and got out his junk. The boner had vanished. He grabbed his sac and showed me a dark red bruise on his left nut.

“Ouch”, I said.

“Yeah. You must have some of your own…”

“You mean…”

“He cracked your nuts with it”, Will grinned.

I looked down at my crotch. There were some light bruises on my sac. “How did he…?”

Parker shrugged. “He asked you to drop your pants and you did. At first you resisted, but then you did what he told you to do. Peer pressure, I suppose. Everyone was watching and cheering. And then he cracked your nuts with the nutcracker.”

I groaned.

“It was fun”, Will smiled. “You nearly passed out…”

I groaned again.

“And then Will gave you a nice and hard kick with his new shoes”, Parker continued.

Will nodded proudly.

“Quite a party, hmm?” I sighed.

“Yeah”, Will and Parker said in unison.

I shook my head slowly.

The coffee machine had finished its business and Will poured us all a cup.

We sat in the kitchen for a hour or so, talking about the party. When Michael, Jimmy and Phil had woken up and we all had had a shower and put on our clothes, it was four in the afternoon.

“Thanks for the party and the great gifts”, Michael smiled, standing at the door.

“Yeah, it was fantastic!” Will chimed in.

Parker, Jimmy and Phil were already walking down the stairs.

“I had a great time, too”, I said, repressing the memories of several nutshots – and trying to remember the ones that had fallen victim to alcohol induced memory loss…

Will hugged me and whispered into my ear. “Thanks!”

Then he jerked up he knee and crunched my balls into my pelvis. I coughed and tried to free myself from his embrace.

Will chuckled and lifted up his knee once more, again connecting with my sore balls, his bony knee smashing my precious nuts into by body and renewing the excruciating feeling of pain and nausea.

Will let go of me and I groaned and doubled over.

Michael looked at Will with raised eyebrows and a hint of disgust in his eyes. Apparently he was back to his usual self.

“That was uncalled for”, Michael said to his twin brother.

Will shrugged.

“Sorry, Alex”, Michael turned to me. He looked down at his feet and the new sneakers he had gotten for his birthday.

“It’s okay”, I croaked and massaged by damaged nuggets.

“No, it’s not”, Michael insisted.

I sighed and held up my arms. “It really---“

I was interrupted by a mean and well-placed kick into my crotch. The tip of Michael’s right foot dug into my soft balls with a dull thud and I collapsed on the ground in pain.

Michael smiled shyly. “Okay?”

“Yep”, I said. My head was spinning and I made serious plans to stay on the ground for the next hours.

“That was a good one”, Will chuckled.

“Thanks”, Michael said and turned to leave.

“Bye, Alex”, the twins said in unison. “Thanks for the party!”

I groaned. “Anytime.”