Friday, July 27, 2012

Speaking of Olympics...

Today's start of the 2012 Olympics is a nice occasion to go back 4 years and revisit the Ballbusting Olympics 2008. I had a great time with the boys - and the Olympics mark the first appearance of one of my favourite characters: Zach. Sometimes I really miss the boys, and I'm starting to think about taking the stories "back home" to the US after I'm done with the European storyline. Who knows...

Anyway, back to business: I know that the blog format doesn't make it easy to read the stories in the right order, so I thought it might be a good idea to revisit some of my older stories and index them for your reading pleasure, starting with the Olympics. The links will open in a new window so this post could serve as a table of contents.

The Olympics 2008 storyline has been one of the most extensive things I've written, and I really enjoyed working on it. I hope you enjoy them as much when you read them (again)...

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Career advice


I woke up, slightly hung over, when I heard Gerrit and Henk laugh in the living room. I smiled. It had been a rather long night, with plenty of alcohol and a tad bit of those Dutch specialties that were illegal in my home country Germany… Amsterdam definitely had certain things going for it…

Yesterday, I had arrived at my cousins’ place, after a somewhat less than enjoyable stay at my brother’s. I hadn’t seen them in ages, but we hit it off right away, and my bad mood has completely disappeared by 2 am, when we were lying in the living room, wearing only our underwear, giggling and laughing about each others’ silly jokes.

At 4 am, we had started a spirited game of nutball, and an indistinct, numb feeling in my balls reminded me that my cousins’ throwing skills were very well-developed… I tried to remember if I had landed some direct hits myself, but it was all a blur of laughter and screams. We had gone from tennis ball to wine bottle to ashtray (some huge ceramic monster, mind you), and the longer I thought about it, the more I feared that last night’s antics might have significantly lowered my sperm count. After a quick examination, I was relieved: My junk looked okay, if a bit swollen.

Both Gerrit and Henk were great guys, handsome and smart, funny and just a little bit wild and unpredictable. Judging from the stories they had told me yesterday, I knew that they were very popular with the ladies. I had trouble remembering everything they had told me – but somewhere in the back of my head, there was an episode that involved a young Swedish exchange student, both my cousins, and a double-headed dildo…