Fun and games: Your ideas

I want to start a new series of stories that focuses on ballbusting competitions and games. Some light, fun episodes of guys crunching each others’ nuts. I’m working on a couple of things but I’d love to hear your ideas on this.

Can you think of fun ways for two (or more) guys to bust each other’s (or their own) balls in a nut-crunching competition?

Zach’s education - lesson 1: The erection

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Logan and Zach (click for pictures)

“Welcome to the first lesson of our little sex ed program”, Logan said, smiling. He was wearing blue jeans and a white t-shirt, with well-worn sneakers on his feet.

The blond 18 year old was standing in a class room at Josiah E. Bartlet high schoo. The thirty chairs were occupied by other students, most of them around Logan’s age.

“You know that I have initiated this extracurricular course because the biology teachers at our school refuse to teach sex ed to us.”

The students looked bored, some of them playing games on their mobile phones.

“We’ll meet here every Friday until we know everything we need to know”, Logan continued.

There was a collective groan. Most of the guys had better things to do than spending their free time at the school.

“This”, Logan pointed at the handsome, muscular blond standing next to him, “is Zach. He kindly volunteered to assist us.”

Zach’s education: Volunteer

Special thanks to JP who had the idea for this series ages ago - again, I'm very sorry that it took me so long to get it done...

Featured in this story: Logan and Zach (click for pictures)

“Really, you’d do us a great favor”, Logan smiled. “The biology teacher is such a prude. She really doesn’t teach us anything.” 

Zach stared at Logan. “Why don’t you teach your friends?”

The two of them had just finished a long run in the park and were catching their breath and stretching their limbs. Both 18 year old Logan and 20 year old Zach were wearing grey sweat pants and white t-shirts that were wet with sweat and clung to their bodies.

Logan sighed. “Yeah, I thought about that. And maybe it would work. But I’m not that experienced, you know? And we’d need someone to study on, like an anatomy model.” He peeked into his shorts. “I don’t know if I’m built for that.”

They hadn’t known each other for a long time, but they had become friends. Zach had taken it upon him to show Logan the way of the world – and Logan didn’t bother to show Zach that he wasn’t as naïve and green as Zach thought he was.

Zach shrugged. “You’re fine, buddy.”

“I don’t know”, Logan said. He looked around. They were alone in this area of the park, there was nobody to be seen. He pulled down his sweat pants, exposing his big, sweaty balls and his large, limp dick. He looked at Zach.

Zach studied Logan’s equipment and grinned. “Well, you’re not exactly huge.”

Hotdogs: Zach's ballbash barbecue (5)

Update 11/24/2018: Artwork restored.

Special thanks to my friend Champ for the inspiration, the idea, a lot of plot details - and this awesome piece of art!

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Ben, Cal, Kev and Zach (click for pictures)

Zach stared at Ben. “Nut fight?”

“Nut fight!” Ben yelled again and tackled Zach into the grass.

Zach let out a grunt that left no doubt he was as annoyed as he was surprised by Ben’s sudden attack.

The two half-naked studs wrestled on the ground, rolling back and forth, each of them trying to get the upper hand.

Ben tried to grab Zach’s tightly filled jockstrap while Zach was desperately trying to crawl away.

There was a shrill shriek that made the birds fly up from the trees as Ben found what he was looking for. He closed his hand as far as he could around Zach’s ample fruit basket and squished Zach’s plums as if he wanted to turn them into prune jam.

Zach squirmed and struggled, screaming and shouting. His legs kicked violently and with one lucky kick he caught Ben’s nuts dead-on, knocking the wind out of his buddy’s lungs.

“Oh, that was a good one”, Ben whispered in a hoarse, strained voice. “Right in the double-yolker…”

Hotdogs: Zach's ballbash barbecue (4)

Update 11/24/2018: Artwork restored.

Special thanks to my friend Champ for the inspiration, the idea, a lot of plot details - and this awesome piece of art!

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Ben, Cal, Kev and Zach (click for pictures)

Ben, Zach and Kev sat down next to where the pieces of the collapsed table and all the stuff that had been placed on it were scattered on the floor.

“Damn”, Kev chuckled. “Looks like a bomb went off!”

Zach frowned at him. “My frat brothers won’t be happy about that…”

 “And wait until you have to explain to them why there’s cum floating in the pool…” Kev smiled and waved in Cal’s direction who was nursing his severely injured balls. They were bruised and badly swollen. Even though Ben had thoroughly drained them with his patented double-fist nut crunch, they looked bigger than ever before. Ben had coaxed what looked like a gallon of spunk out of Cal’s massive babymakers most of which was swimming in slimy little puddles on the water surface.

Ben burst out laughing.

Zach shot Kev an angry look. “Shut up!”

Kev grinned. “And look over there.” He pointed at a little puddle of Cal’s jizz on the tile floor of the patio. “I heard it’s really hard to get those messy stains off the tiles…”

Zach ignored him.

“Wait, I have an idea!” Kev chuckled. “Why don’t we get out your big fire hose and paint the floor with your seed?”

New poll: Favorite character(s)

Things are pretty quiet at my job right now, so I've been able to start writing again (well, you might have noticed that already... :-))

I'm working on a couple of stories right now, and I'm cautiously optimistic that I'll be able to publish one story a week for the time being. I don't want to get your hope up too high: There have been times in the past couple of years where I thought I might be able to pull it off, and then something happened - and suddenly I couldn't find the time to write a single word. But, as I said, for the time being I'm pretty optimistic...

You know that I love getting your input, and I try my best to write the stories that you want to read. So I've created a new poll, asking you to vote for your favorite character(s) on the blog so I can bear your favorites in mind when I create a new story.

I've limited it to those who are the most popular, but there's an "Other" option and you can specify your opinion in the comments section of this post. Also, there's a "Celebrity Guests" option if you like those "Special Guest Star" stories best. (By the way, I am working on the Taylor Lautner story and it should be ready soon.)

And please let me know if you have any ideas or suggestions, either by leaving a comment or by sending me an e-mail: alexander.nehling (at) gmx.net - I'll try my very best to turn your fantasy into a hot story... :-))

The poll will be open until the 31st of August. If you are reading this post on your mobile device please go to the bottom of this page and choose "View web version" to vote in the poll.

P.S.: I've done a little bit of work on the blog design, and I hope you like it.

World Cup Testers: Extra time for Brazil

Special thanks to Fernando, one of our Mexican readers, who came up with the idea for this little story.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Hulk

Júlio César

 Givanildo Vieira de Souza looked miserable. The 27 year old stud was one of Brazil’s most famous soccer players. A huge, muscle-bound hunk, Giovanildo went by the nickname “Hulk” due to his extraordinary built physique, and he certainly lived up to that name.

We were at the FIFA World Cup in Brazil, filming a couple of short, fun skits for a viral marketing campaign. Last week, we had met Brazil’s star player Neymar and apparently we had left quite an impression.

After Brazil’s match against Chile, we had received a call from him, asking if we’d be interested in doing a little video starring Hulk and Brazil’s goalie Júlio César. The match had been very exciting, ending in a nerve-wrecking penalty shootout. Brazil’s goalkeeper had shown an incredibly strong performance, saving two shots from Chilean players and sending Brazil through to the round of eight in the international tournament.

Hulk, on the other hand, had failed. His shot had been comparatively weak, directed right at the Chilean goalie, and he hadn’t been able to score.

Now, Júlio had an ax to grind with Hulk, and we were very lucky that he had decided to let us witness sturdy Hulk’s humiliation.

My cameraman Chad, young marketing consultant Kieran and I had decided to stay on the sidelines for this. We were just going to let the camera roll and stay out of the picture, allowing Júlio to take the stage and do whatever he wanted with Hulk.

Hulk knew what was in store for him. The muscle-stud was shirtless, wearing nothing but a loose pair of blue soccer shorts. The thin, shiny fabric of his shorts couldn’t conceal that Hulk’s genitalia seemed to match the rest of his body: the bulge in his groin looked huge, as is he was hiding a king size sausage and a pair of big tomatoes inside his underwear.

Hotdogs: Zach's ballbash barbecue (3)

Update 11/24/2018: Artwork restored.

Special thanks to my friend Champ for the inspiration, the idea, a lot of plot details - and this awesome piece of art!

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Ben, Cal, Kev and Zach (click for pictures)

Cal, Kev, Zach and Ben were sitting around the table, chomping on meaty hotdogs, chicken drumsticks and burgers. Even though the delicious taste in their mouths couldn’t whitewash the churning pain in their meaty balls, they were happy for a brief timeout from all the ballbreaking mayhem they had endured.

When Zach reached for the last hotdog, the precious break for the stud’s bulging basket was over, however.

Sitting opposite from him, Kev had an eye on the hotdog, too. And he was in a perfect position to stop Zach from taking it. With a swift motion, he brought his foot up and sent it crashing between Zach’s thighs.

Zach’s nuts were held snugly by his tight shorts, and they had nowhere to go when the tip of Kev’s foot crashed into them, catching both of them dead-on and driving the air from Zach’s lungs.

“You could have asked, you know”, Kev said with a good-natured smile before kicking Zach’s nuts again under the table as hard as he could.

Zach let out a miserable yelp as the pain exploded from his oversized testicles. One hand clutching the much sought-after hotdog, the other one slowly reaching for the thick, plump meatballs between his legs, Zach groaned in pain but refused to let go of the hotdog.

Kev raised his eyebrow. “Come on, we could share it, you know?”

“After you kicked me in the nads?!” Zach grunted. “Fuck you!”

World Cup Testers: Do you want more?

Originally, I wanted to write five stories about the World Cup and end the series with the Argentina episode I posted earlier today. Then our Mexican reader Fernando inspired me to write another instalment that's going to be online on Friday, starring Brazil's Hulk and Júlio César.

But what's going to happen after Friday? The World Cup goes on - do you want more stories starring ruthless ball kickers from international soccer teams? And if so, who do you want to see? I'd love to hear your opinion.

There's only one rule: If a team is out, it's out. Sorry, Spain, Italy, England, Chile, Greece, Mexico, Nigeria etc. - you won't get a turn at kicking our guys' balls. I know it's hard. But you should have worried about that before you decided to let yourself get kicked out of the tournament... ;-)

World Cup Testers: Argentina

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Zach (click for pictures)

Lionel Messi had a skeptical expression on his face. “I don’t know”, he said slowly. “I guess there was a misunderstanding. I thought you wanted me to kick some balls, you know, like, normal balls.”

The 27 year old Argentine looked helpless, searching for words. It was weird. Lionel Messi had who won countless prizes, an Olympic gold medal among them, and held the Guiness World Record for scoring 91 goals in a single year. And yet, he seemed like a regular guy who wasn’t sure what to do. A regular guy dressed in Argentina’s official colors: white shorts, a white jersey with light blue stripes, white socks and soccer cleats.

After meeting a couple of very confident soccer stars over the last few days, it was somehow refreshing to see that the greatest star of them all was the most down-to-earth person among them.

We were in Brazil at the FIFA World Cup, and we were on a mission to have the most famous soccer players use their skills to knock down the sperm count of our models. Young marketing consultant Kieran had devised a viral media campaign for BULL’S EYE protective cups, and this was our fourth day of shooting.

Kieran smiled at Lionel. “Don’t worry, it’s okay.” He pointed at Zach. “He’s a professional.”

Muscular superstud Zach grimaced. He was naked except for a jockstrap that had the BULL’S EYE logo on it. Not very surprisingly, the logo consisted of a large, bright red bull’s eye that was conveniently placed right at the front of the jockstrap’s pouch.