Summer in the city 10: At the camping ground with David

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

David showed up at the studio wearing black trousers and a long sleeved black shirt.

I looked at the thermometer. 88° Fahrenheit (31° Celcius).

I looked at the 19 year old dancer in disbelief. “Aren’t you sweating?”

“’Aren’t you sweating?’” David aped me. Sometimes, he enjoyed mocking my accent. I was born in Germany, so naturally I had a light accent, although I preferred to think it wasn’t there at all. David thought otherwise and in his rendition he made me sound like a illiterate German hick.

I raised my eyebrows.

“I don’t sweat”, he said. He ran his hand through his black hair and sneered. “You look like you could use a shower…”

I ignored him. I was wearing flip-flips and jeans that white linen trousers with a sleeveless shirt, but the heat was getting to me. The sun was burning and the air was humid and sticky. I wondered how David was able to survive dressed like that.

“What are we waiting for?” David asked, impatiently.

“Chad will be right back”, I said.

My cameraman was getting a few cool soft drinks for us since our fridge had decided to pick the hottest month of the year to go belly up.

David was annoyed. He tapped his foot on the ground. He was wearing shiny black leather shoes.

Apparently he didn’t care for seasonal clothing. On the other hand, he looked dashing. The problem was that he knew it. He was our model Danny’s little brother, and he couldn’t get enough of humiliating him and busting his balls for no reason.

I had told him about our summer special – leaving out the fact that usually it was the model’s obligation to provide the balls for the busting…

David was under the impression that he would crush some nuts today, when in fact I hoped that he would get his testicles kicked for a change.

“Have you decided where we’re gonna go?” I asked.

David shrugged. “What about the camping ground?”

I chuckled. “Why do you want to go to the camping ground?”

“’Why do you want to go to the camping ground?’” David repeated, mocking me again, sounding like the bastard child of Colonel Klink and Zsa Zsa Gabor (who is Hungarian by the way…).

“Alright”, I said soberly. “Stop it.”

David laughed.

“I mean it”, I said.

“Sure”, David grinned. “What are you gonna do?” He switched into his mockery German accent, and continued, “Start World War III?”

I was getting really angry, now. Before I had the chance to respond, though, Chad entered the studio. He was wearing sandals, a pair of colourful shorts (that was a bit too short and treated us to a glimpse of the lower half of one nut hanging out of his left leg opening) and a t-shirt with concert dates and the logo of some heavy metal band on it.

“Hi”, he said. He had a six-pack of cooled lemonade in each of his hands. He stopped, sensing the tense atmosphere in the room. “Everything okay?”

“Hi”, David said and walked over to him. “I’m just teasing Alex a bit…”

I grunted.

Chad chuckled. “Be careful or he’ll start World W---“

Chad’s remarks – which would have been hilarious, no doubt – were cut short by a swift kick to his balls. The flimsy fabric of his boxer shorts did very little to cushion the blow, and David’s leather shoes connected perfectly with the bulge in Chad’s crotch, catching the exposed left nut particularly hard and flattening it against his pelvis.

I grinned. If David hadn’t done that I would have.

Chad’s mouth opened and he let out a high-pitched squeak that seemed very out of character, but very appropriate at the same time.

The two sex packs crashed to the ground, and Chad grabbed his shattered manhood with both of his hands, falling to his knees.

He looked at David with a big “Why?” in his eyes.

David shrugged, grinned and tweaked Chad’s nose.

Chad groaned and doubled over.

“Okay, I’m ready”, David said cheerfully, turning to leave. “Let’s go.”

Chad moaned in pain.

I followed David and we waited outside for Chad, who arrived a few minutes later, grimacing in pain and cupping his crotch.

“Do you have the camera?” I asked.

Chad groaned and turned around. He limped back into the studio and came back with his camera equipment.

We took David’s car and arrived at the camping ground twenty minutes later.

“There’s a bar over there”, David said and started walking.

Chad grunted. He was reminded of David’s vicious nutshot with every step, and complained noisily.

I rolled my eyes.

When we arrived at the bar, Chad grabbed the camera and started filming.

It was an outdoor bar on a wooden terrace with about 20 tables, but only three were occupied.

At one table, a bespectacled guy was sitting alone, reading a book. At another table, a young couple in their twenties was engaged in a heated conversation. The third table was occupied by a group of four boys, 18 or 19 years old. A male water was cleaning the bar with a piece of rag.

“Hey, Mac”, David shouted.

The patrons turned their heads.

The waiter looked uncomfortable and smiled nervously.

David walked over to him. Chad and I followed.

“Hi, David”, Mac said. “How are you?”

He was a regular-looking guy at around 20, brown hair, brown eyes, an average face and average build. He was wearing jeans and a shirt.

“Fine”, David grinned and looked around. “Ugly place.”

Mac grinned sheepishly and shrugged.

“Mac was a class mate at the ballet school”, David explained and sneered. “Then he decided to drop out and open his own place.” David looked at the shabby bar disdainfully. “And look how successful he is…”

Mac’s smile vanished and he returned to wiping the bar. “Want something to drink?” he said in a low voice.

David looked at the greasy glasses behind Mac and laughed. “No, thanks.”

Mac put the rag into the sink and looked at David. “Why are you here?”

“Well”, David grinned. “We have some unfinished business, don’t we?”

Mac blinked.

“Today is payday.”

Mac blinked again. “What do you want me to do”, he said slowly.

“You know”, David leaned onto the bar. “We are shooting a video. They want me to show off my legs. You remember my legs, don’t you?”

Mac shrugged.

David chuckled. “Come on, you used to drool over them during class.”

Mac blushed and looked at me.

I smiled sympathetically.

“You remember, don’t you?” David repeated, wallowing in Mac’s discomfort.

Mac cleared his throat and murmured, “Yes.”

“Alright”, David grinned. “And you know what would be a great way to show them off?”

Mac stared at David.

David rolled his eyes. He leaned over the bar and knocked on Mac’s head. “Hello? Anybody there?”

Mac blinked.

“What would be a great way to show them off?” David repeated.

Mac’s eyes twitched and he inhaled sharply, gathering all his courage. “David”, he said in a low voice. “I am not going to play your stupid---“

David laughed and interrupted him. “Shut up. The best way to show off my legs would be to kick something, don’t you agree?”

Mac stared at David, irritated.

Behind us, the couple from table No. 2 got up and screamed obscenities at each other. The woman ran away. The man shouted something, threw a bill onto the table and ran after her.

Mac looked at the table in confusion.

“Listen, Mac, I---“ David snapped his fingers, causing Mac to turn his attention to him again. “I am here, jackass!” He sighed. “I’m gonna kick your nuts, Mac.”

Mac opened his mouth. Then he closed it again.

“Come around the corner, Mac”, David ordered him.

Mac opened his mouth again.

David rolled his eyes. “Come here!”

Mac walked around the corner of the bar and stood in front of David.

“I’m gonna kick your nuts like in the old days”, David grinned.

Mac looked at David’s feet. “I’m not sure, I---“

“Balls!” David said.

Mac blinked and shook his head. “David, I’m---“

David turned to Chad. “Camera rolling?”

Chad nodded.

“Remember, I don’t want my face on the tape. Are we clear?”

Chad nodded.

Mac started again. “David, I---“

“Oh, Mac”, David grinned and laid his hand on Mac’s shoulder.

I knew what was coming.

Smiling at Mac, David jerked his knee up into Mac’s crotch, digging into the soft bulge and making Mac cough and double over.

David chuckled.

The four guys at table No. 3 turned their heads curiously. When they realized what had just happened, two of them laughed. The other two looked irritated.

The reading guy at table No. 1 was oblivious, focussed on his book.

Mac moaned and clutched his groin.

“Mac?” David grinned.

The poor waiter looked up at David, grimacing in pain.

David took a step back and powered his foot into Mac’s crotch, connecting with his hands and slamming them into Mac’s testicles.

Mac shrieked in pain and closed his legs. He let go of his hurting manhood and massaged his hands for a brief moment.

That moment was enough for David to follow up with another mean kick, the toes of his right foot sailing into Mac’s crotch, nailing his balls dead on, and causing the hapless waiter to cough and collapse on the ground.

His hands were buried in his crotch and he moaned miserably.

David grinned.

“Unsatisfied customer?” one of the boys at table No. 3 asked, causing his buddies to chuckle.

The guy at table No. 1 continued reading.

David walked over to the quartet and grinned, “Hi.”

“Hi”, one of the guys, a tanned blond surfer-type, replied. “It’s okay, he’s a bad waiter anyway…”

His buddies laughed. They were all shirtless, wearing swimming trunks and flip-flops.

“Wanna have a go?” David grinned.

The surfer shrugged.

“We have a special bargain today: Crush his nuts and leave without paying…”

The surfer chuckled. “You sure?”

David smiled. “Of course I am.”

The surfer got up and walked to Mac, who was lying on the ground in front of the bar.

His buddies followed him.

“I don’t know”, the surfer scratched his head. “I don’t want to---“

David rolled his eyes. “Just bash his balls already…”

The surfer shrugged and kicked Mac’s legs apart. He took off his flip-flops, grinned at his friends and sent his bare foot flying between Mac’s legs. His toes connected with the bulge in Mac’s jeans with a dull thud.

One of the surfer’s buddies cringed in sympathy. The others laughed.

“Did you get them?” David asked.

The surfer shrugged. “I think so, but---“

“Why don’t we make sure?” David grinned and reached for Mac’s fly. Quickly, he opened it and yanked his jeans down, exposing his naked genitals, revealing an average-sized, limp dick and two swollen, red balls. “I think you got them…”

The surfer chuckled and put his bare foot on Mac’s naked nuts.

Mac groaned.

The surfer shifted his weight and stomped down on Mac’s poor genitals, squishing his soft testicles under the sole of his foot and grinding them into Mac’s body.

Mac shrieked in pain.

One of the surfer’s friends, a tall, skinny redhead, bent down over Mac and slapped his limp dick a few times.

His friends laughed.

Encouraged, the skater shoved the redhead away and grabbed Mac’s dick, twisting it in his hand.

Mac moaned and writhed on the ground.

“Look”, the surfer said with disgust, “he’s getting hard…”

All the guys stared at Mac’s cock that was starting to rise.

“Eww”, the surfer said and slapped Mac’s cock a few more times, causing it to grow considerably until it was fully hard.

David chuckled. “You are doing a good job, guys…”

He stood between Mac’s spread legs. He placed his foot on Mac’s nuts and stomped down, crushing his testicles with the sole of his leather shoe.

Mac gagged.

His dick was twitching violently.

“Eww”, the skater said again and jerked Mac’s cock. Precum was oozing out of its tip. “Eww!” the skater said, louder this time, and jerked Mac’s cock harder.

David continued crushing Mac’s balls with his foot.

A few moment of heavy jerking and merciless stomping later, Mac shot his load.

David took a step back.

Jets of creamy white jizz landed on Mac’s legs, covering his thighs with cum. He was screaming from the top of his lungs, writhing in pain.

“Eww!” the skater said and continued jerking until the last drop of cum had oozed out of Mac’s cock.

The guy at table No. 1 was completely oblivious and continued reading.

David chuckled and grabbed a coffee mug from the bar.

“Put the spunk in there”, David said.

“Eww”, the skater said and wiped the cum off Mac’s body with disgust on his face.

David grinned and took the cum smeared mug. He walked across the bar and poured some coffee into it. Then he went to the bespectacled young guy at table No. 1 and put the mug on his table.

“On the house”, he grinned.

“Thanks”, the boy said without looking up. He grabbed the cup and took a sip. He grimaced and looked at David. “Tastes strange...”

“It's a special brew. You don't get it anywhere else”, David explained grinning.

The boy took anothe sip and tried his best to look grateful. “Mmmhh...”

“Just tell me if you'd like another cup”, David smiled. “It could take a little while to make it, though.”

“No, thank you”, the boy said quickly and returned to his book.

David smiled and walked back.

The skater had put his flip-flops on and looked at Mac, who was rolling back and forth on the ground.

“Have a nice day”, the skater said and walked away with his buddies.

David chuckled and squatted next to Mac. He put his hand on his shoulder and said, “I know you envy my success. You were a terrible dance. No talent at all. But look what has become of you!" He laughed and stood.

Mac groaned miserably.

“Okay”, David said, walking back to the car.

Chad and I followed him.

“That was a nice trip”, he grinned. “It was really nice seeing old Mac again. There are a couple of other friends I haven’t seen for some time. Perhaps I’ll pay them a visit.” He looked at us and grinned. “Perhaps you’d like to join me?”

I stared at him. “Is that an invitation? That is the nicest thing I’ve ever heard you say…”

David raised his eyebrows. He turned on his thick German accent and repeated in a mocking tone, “That is the nicest thing I’ve ever heard you say…”

I sighed and we got in the car.