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…

I brushed my teeth, put on my boxer briefs and walked into the living room to find Gerrit and Henk sitting on the ground. Just like yesterday, they were wearing nothing but some skimpy briefs. They were sitting cross-legged and I couldn’t help but notice that those briefs looked decidedly well-stuffed to the point where I was fearing for Henk’s marbles to pop out of them any second.

I cleared my throat and joined them, completing our little circle on the living room floor.

“Hey, Alex!” Gerrit cheered, slapping my shoulder. “Did you have a good night?” He was 21 years old, with medium-length blond hair and a tanned, muscular body.

“Yeah, thanks”, I said. “It was a pretty wild night…”

Henk grinned. He was two years younger than his brother, and the resemblance was very obvious. If it wasn’t for the haircut – Henk wore his hair shorter than Gerrit – they could almost pass as twins. “Welcome to Amsterdam!” He glanced at my crotch. “Everything okay?”

I grinned. “Sure.”

“Nice”, Henk nodded. “So the ‘No Kids For Alex’ party tonight is a go?”

I stared at him.

“What? You don’t remember? You volunteered your marbles, man”, Henk raised his eyebrows , reached over and landed a sharp slap to my nuts that made me yelp in pain and surprise. “We have invited all our friends – it’s gonna be a nut-crunching frenzy!”

Seeing the shocked expression on my face, Gerrit burst out laughing. “He’s just pulling your leg, Alex. Don’t worry.”

Henk chuckled and pretended to slap my balls again. I winced before joining in on my cousins’ laughter.

“How about some breakfast?” Gerrit said, pointing to a bag of croissants and a glass of strawberry jam. “Help yourself.”

“Thanks”, I said and we ate in silence for a couple of seconds. I spotted a wall clock. 11 am. I raised my eyebrows. “Don’t you guys have to go to work?”

Both Gerrit and Henk shrugged their shoulders and continued munching on their croissants.

“By the way, what do you guys do for a living?” I asked, grabbing another croissant.

“This and that”, Henk replied.

His brother smiled. “Henk started a career as a porn star…”

Henk blushed. “Gerrit!”

I couldn’t believe what I heard. “You are kidding me, right?”

“Okay, it’s not a career”, his brother chuckled.

“It was a one-time thing”, Henk said.

“Wow”, I said. “That’s--- wow.”

“It’s no big deal”, Henk said. “I was approached by a talent agency on the street, you know. They were casting for ‘Donkey Dong Does Den Haag’.”

Gerrit laughed out loud. “And Henk thought he’d be up for the role of Donkey Dong.”

Henk raised an eyebrow. “It’s not entirely unbelievable!” He pulled down the waistband of his briefs, granting me a full view of his junk. I had to admit, the sight was very impressive: a big, fat cock and two huge balls in a neatly shaven sac.

I nodded in appreciation.

Henk grinned and carefully stuffed his equipment back into his briefs. “See?” he said to his brother who rolled his eyes.

“Anyway”, Gerrit continued. “Donkey Dong wasn’t the role they had in mind for you, was it?”

Henk smiled sheepishly. “Not exactly. When I arrived on the set I was introduced to some brat who looked like he was not a day older than 18.” He shook his head. “And his dick was enormous. Enormous!”

“Donkey Dong”, Gerrit grinned. “And, remind me, what role did you play?”

Henk rolled his eyes. “Hole Number 23.”

Gerrit laughed out loud. “Hole Number 23! Can you believe that?!”

My mouth hang open.

„That’s exactly what Henk’s asshole looked like when Donkey Dong was done”, Gerrit said cheerfully.
“You are kidding me, right?” I asked once more.

The guys just grinned at me.

“I mean, you are straight, right?” I continued. “That sort of thing sounds pretty extreme… What if anybody recognizes you?”

“Don’t worry”, Gerrit said. “His face isn’t visible in the video. It’s all Donkey Dong’s dong going in and out of his hole.” He glanced at his brother. “Except for Henk’s cumshot, of course. But that’s upside down and his face is covered in spunk. I don’t think anybody would recognize him in that scene.”

I shook my head. “You are kidding me, right?” I repeated.

Gerrit and Henk grinned.

“Maybe we are”, Gerrit smiled. “Or maybe there’s a DVD on the shelf with some pretty neat close-ups of a certain gaping hole…” He winked at me.

I didn’t know what to believe. “Okay, so you guys are in the porn biz?”

Gerrit and Henk shook their heads. “Nah. Not really. Fucking is fun, but we don’t really like to do it on camera.”

“I see”, I said, even though I was a bit confused.

“On the other hand”, Henk said, grabbing his well-filled basket. “It would be a shame not to share our equipment with the world, right?”

I shrugged. “You are certainly… gifted…”

Gerrit and Henk smiled proudly.

“We’re big boys”, Henk grinned and playfully tapped his brother’s junk.

Gerrit winced, and started laughing.

“You certainly are”, I chuckled.

“We were thinking”, Gerrit said. “I mean, you have this show, right?”

I nodded. After spending a couple of years in the US, building a pretty successful website, I had returned to Europe and developed a very popular TV game show that found entertaining ways to hurt the contestant’s nuts every week.

“Do you think maybe we could get on the show?” Henk asked.

The brothers looked at me.

I thought for a moment. “Right now, we are on hiatus”, I said. “And, frankly, I don’t know. It reeks of nepotism, you know?”

Gerrit and Henk looked at me, trying to hide theirdisappointment.

“It’s not that I don’t think you’ve got what it takes”, I tried to explain. “It’s just--- I don’t know…”

Gerrit nodded slowly. “Sure. Yeah, well, we understand.”

Henk shrugged and grabbed another croissant.

Gerrit absentmindedly ran his hand over his bare chest. “You know”, he said slowly. “Maybe if we showed you that our nuts are tough enough…?”

They both looked at me expectantly.

“You mean like a casting session?” I said.

“Exactly”, Gerrit said enthusiastically. “A casting session. And we could set up a camera and get it all on tape. And you could take the tape with you and have someone else decide whether we’re in or out. It wouldn’t be your decision at all.”

I nodded. That could work.

“And you could coach us, kind-of, you know? Tutor us”, Henk chimed in. “You could show us some nice moves.”

“Yeah”, I said, smiling. “That’s a pretty awesome idea.”

“Great!” Gerrit shouted, jumping up. “Fantastic!”

Henk looked up at him an nonchalantly threw a vicious uppercut up between Gerrit’s thighs. His knuckles connected with the soft bulge in his skimpy briefs, making Gerrit grunt in pain and double over. His knees met and his eyes twitched as he sank down, clutching his crotch. “Bull’s eye”, he whispered throatily. “You got them both dead-on.”

Henk smiled proudly and took a bite of his croissant. “Nice. Let me just finish breakfast, then we’ll set up the camera.
Let the casting session begin!”


bbmal said...

Oh, what I'd do to be in a family with cousins like Henk and Gerrit. This is such a teaser, I can't wait to see what antics they get up to when they start recording video! Great job Alex, keep it up!!!

Alex said...

Thank you, bbmal! I'm really looking forward to working with Henk and Gerrit, and I hope the next story will meet your expectations... I'm still figuring out where to go with them so if you have any ideas I'm very grateful... :-))

Anonymous said...

It's such a hot start Alex! I could share some ideas...but it looks like you're doing just fine so far. Let your imagination run wild ! Reg

Alex said...

Thank you, Reg! I'd love to hear your ideas! In fact your comment about size was the origin of the kinky "Donkey Dong Does Den Haag" bit, which was a lot of fun to write - even though it isn't exactly bb stuff... So if there's anything more you have in mind feel free to send me an e-mail or write it in a comment... :-)

Erik said...

You made me super hard with this story! Like the cousins and like where this is heading!

Alex said...

Thank you, Erik! I'm glad you enjoyed the story, and I hope Henk and Gerrit will meet your expectations when the story continues. I like them a lot, and I'm pretty sure there's a lot of pain coming their way...