Friday, October 28, 2016

Emergency drain (Rob meets Brandon)

Special thanks to Rob for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who watches Olympic Swimming only for the sport... not!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Brandon (click for pictures)

Brandon paced the room.

The 21 year old swimmer was naked except for a pair of skimpy speedos that left nothing to the imagination. He had a muscular body, a perfect swimmer’s build, with strong arms and legs, broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

Brandon was alone in the locker rooms. The rest of the team had already taken off.

Brandon looked at the large clock above the door. The competition was going to start in 15 minutes.

“Fuck”, Brandon mumbled, looking down at his crotch. The Asian-American’s big cock was rock hard, straining the fabric of his tiny swimming briefs. Even when Brandon wasn’t hard, the speedos were small, barely able to contain his fat balls and his big, meaty dick. Now, with a raging erection, they made him look obscene and vulgar.

The swim meet was a family event.

There was no way he could go out there looking like this.

He’d probably get arrested for indecent exposure.

“Fuck”, Brandon repeated, rearranging his cock and balls inside his swimming briefs.

His cock was hard as a rock. The fat mushroom head peeked out through the left leg opening, distorting the fabric and making his right nut fall out through the right leg opening.

“Fucking shit”, Brandon sighed, running his hand through his short black hair before starting another attempt at stacking every single piece of his genitalia inside his speedos in a fashion that looked reasonably demure.

He looked down at his crotch, a skeptical expression on his face.

“There you go”, he muttered.

The door opened, and Brandon turned slowly, careful not to cause the meticulous construction inside his swimming briefs to collapse.

“Brandon, you coming?” A young black man entered the room.

Rob was one of Brandon’s best friends. 18 years old, he was one of the youngest members of the team, a very attractive hunk whose body was as perfect as Brandon’s. His white speedos contrasted nicely with his dark skin.

Like Brandon, he was shaved form head to toe, and his black hair was cut very short.

“I wish I was”, Brandon mumbled, staring at his speedos that were filled to the bursting point. He looked up at Rob and smiled. “I’m rea---“

In a absurdly comical chain reaction, Brandon’s hard cock popped out of his speedos, causing his balls to tumble through the leg opening.

Brandon let out an exasperated sigh.

“Shit, Brandon”, Rob burst out laughing, pointing at his buddy’s raging erection. “What the fuck is that?”

“What does it look like?” Brandon mumbled.

“Like a problem”, Rob laughed. “A pretty big problem if you ask me.”

Brandon nodded, trying to assemble his parts and stuff them back into his speedos.

Rob watched him, an amused expression on his face. “Didn’t you blow your load this morning?”

Brandon shook his head, fumbling with his equipment. “I dunno. I haven’t cum for…” He paused, his lips moving silently. “For more than two weeks.” His dick popped out of his speedo again. “Shit.”

Rob chuckled. “Need some help, buddy?”

Brandon let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, if you don’t mind.”

Rob shrugged his shoulder and knelt in front of his friend. He grabbed Brandon’s meaty shaft and tried stuffing it into Brandon’s swim wear, tugging at his sack, squeezing his nuts into the speedos.

“Careful, buddy”, Brandon mumbled. “Those are valuable jewels.”

“Yeah”, Rob grinned. “But let’s face it, buddy: There’s no way we’re going to cram your stuff in there.” He smacked Brandon’s balls playfully, making them bounce in their sack.

Brandon let out a pained grunt.

“Those suckers are just too full”, Rob said, tentatively squeezing Brandon’s fat left nut. “I mean, even if they stay inside your speedos – and I’m not saying they will – they’ll fucking mess with your concentration. There’s no way you’ll be able to compete in this state.” He weighed Brandon’s plump balls in his palm, slowly shaking his head. “You’re gonna lose. The team’s gonna lose. We’re all gonna lose.”

Brandon groaned. “Fuck, you’re right.”

Rob looked at the clock. “Ten minutes.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Brandon mumbled.

Rob thought for a moment. “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do: We’re gonna drain your fucking balls, get rid of all that backed-up spunk. That’ll free your head.”

“You think so?” Brandon said.

“Sure, buddy, that’s why I jerk off a couple of times when there’s a swim meet that day”, Rob grinned, casually jerking Brandon’s cock a couple of times before squeezing its mushroom head, forcing a drop of precum out. “See? Your jizz is dying to get out.”

Brandon looked down at his dripping cock, nodding slowly. “Thanks for your help, man, I really appreciate it.”

“No biggie”, Rob said cheerfully. “That’s what friends are for, right?”

“Right”, Brandon smiled.

Rob let go of Brandon’s dick and smacked it with his palm, causing it to ricochet against Brandon’s defined abs.

Brandon let out a grunt.

Rob cracked his knuckles and laughed. “Step out of your swimming trunks, please. Operation Emergency Drain is go!”

Brandon chuckled and took off his speedos.

Rob looked up at him and winked. Then he balled his fist and brought it up between Brandon’s legs, crunching his fat nuggets into his pelvis and making Brandon let out an anguished wail.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Brandon groaned, doubling over.

Rob raised his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”

“You fucking punched me in the fucking nuts”, Brandon moaned, cupping his aching gonads.

Rob nodded. “Yeah. What did you think I’d do?”

Brandon rubbed his sore balls, grimacing in pain. “I dunno, maybe suck me off?”

Rob looked at him, an amused his expression on his face. “You thought I’d suck you off?”

Brandon blushed. He realized how silly that sounded. “I dunno.”

Rob chuckled. “Sucking you off would have been an option if we were talking about a couple of days’, maybe a week’s worth of spunk.” He pried Brandon’s hands away from his balls, wrapping his fingers around the neck of Brandon’s sack, trapping his fat, heavy nuts at the bottom before smacking them with the palm of his hand, eliciting a strangled yelp from Brandon.

“This”, Rob grinned, slapping Brandon’s nuts once again. “This is serious. I mean, we’re talking about more than two weeks, here.” He clicked his tongue as he yanked down Brandon’s sack, making him yelp in pain. “And we’ve got less than ten minutes to flush your nuts, get all that pent-up spunk out.”

Brandon groaned. “But—“

“You have to trust me on this, Brandon”, Rob said with a smile.

“Okay”, Brandon mumbled. “Okay.”

Rob nodded. “Attaboy”, he said cheerfully, balling his fist, bringing his arm back and smashing his knuckles into Brandon’s trapped nuts, squashing them flat.

Brandon let out an ear-piercing scream. His hands shot down, trying to pull Rob’s fingers from his nutsack, but Rob stayed calm.

He chuckled and twisted Brandon’s nutsack, making him throw his head back and scream from the top of his lungs.

Brandon’s dick was rock hard and throbbing as Rob kneaded his juicy plums with both of his hands, digging his fingertips deep into the tender flesh of Brandon’s cum-filled babymakers.

“Okay, I fell the first load coming”, Rob chuckled.

Brandon groaned, his face a mask of pain. “What do you mean – ‘the first’?! How many---”

Rob interrupted him with a well-placed uppercut that flattened Brandon’s fat spuds like pancakes.

Brandon let out an ear-piercing shriek as his dick erupted with jet after jet of creamy spunk.

“Holy fuck”, Rob chuckled, squishing and squashing Brandon’s nuts with his bare hands as Brandon’s twitching cock spat out dozens of spurts of salty jizz that left both Rob and Brandon drenched in cum.

After more than a minute, Brandon’s orgasm subsided and the spurts turned into a slowing trickle.

“Thanks, buddy”, Brandon croaked. “That was… Well, thanks.”

Rob chuckled and mopped up Brandon’s spunk with his swimming briefs. “We’re not finished, yet”, he announced cheerfully.

Brandon’s eyes widened. “But---“

“Brandon”, Rob interrupted him with a smile. “Think about it. Two weeks.” He let out a whistle and chuckled. “Man, that’s a lot of spunk. You’ll be hard again in no time. Do you want to pop a boner in the pool?”

Brandon grimaced as Rob handed him the speedo to wipe himself dry.

“Fuck, you’re right”, Brandon groaned.

“Of course I am”, Rob grinned, taking the soaked speedo from Brandon and wringing it out.

Brandon’s spunk dripped to the floor.

Rob straightened and smiled at Brandon. “Turn around and spread your legs.”

Brandon grimaced. “But---“

Rob pointed to the clock, smiling brightly.

Brandon groaned and complied. His fat balls were dangling between his thighs.

“Brace yourself”, Rob said cheerfully, bringing his leg back.

“What are you---ououououghghgh!” Brandon yodeled in pain, his voice cracking as Rob’s bare foot connected with his low-hanging danglers.

Rob laughed out loud. “Holy shit, I should stop swimming and start playing soccer!”

Brandon sank to his knees, cupping his aching balls, screaming from the top of his lungs.

Rob looked up at the clock. “Come on, we don’t have time for this”, he said. “Don’t be a pussy!”

“Fuck! I wish I were a pussy right now!” Brandon shrieked. “I mean, literally. I wish I didn’t have these…” He pushed his balls back between his thighs, making them stick out below his ass.

Rob chuckled. “I’m pretty sure that can be arranged”, he mused before delivering a very hard, very precise kick between Brandon’s thighs from behind.

Brandon’s body was lifted off the ground as he squealed like a pig in a slaughterhouse, clutching his rapidly swelling nuts with both of his hands as he rolled to the side and curled up in a ball, his eyes clenched shut, his face contorted in utter agony.

Brandon’s voice echoed in the room, and Rob casually grabbed the cum-soaked speedo and stuffed it into Brandon’s mouth.

Brandon let out a muffled grunt as he tasted his own spunky cum on his tongue. He pulled the drenched, clammy swimming briefs out of his mouth but Rob stuffed them back inside.

“We don’t want anybody to see you like this, right?” he said with a chuckle before grabbing Brandon’s ankles and spreading his legs in a wide V.

Brandon let out a miserable groan, looking up at Rob who smiled down at him, raising his foot.

“Chew on that rag, buddy”, Rob said with a wink. “I bet the second load hurts worse than the first…”

Brandon’s dick was hard as a rock, its head resting on his muscular abs. His balls were bright red and severely swollen.

Rob foot came down between Brandon’s thighs, flattening his big, swollen orbs and eliciting a muffled scream from Brandon.

Brandon’s eyes were wide open, filled with pain, as he stared at Rob who smiled down at him, bringing his foot down again and again.

Smiling brightly, Rob stomped down on Brandon’s nut as if he was trying to squish a very nasty and particularly hard-shelled pair of bugs.

Unfortunately, Brandon’s nuts were not particularly hard-shelled…

The squishy nuggets flattened under Rob’s foot, bulging obscenely as if they were trying to squeeze out from under his sole.

Rob laughed and twisted his foot, brutally grinding Brandon’s juicy nuggets.

Brandon was grunting and screaming, grinding his teeth into his cum-soaked speedos, his face cortorted in agony.

“Here we go again”, Rob announced cheerfully, lifting his foot before bringing it down hard and crushing Brandon’s balls flat.

A big, creamy batch of spunk splashed out of Brandon’s balls, followed by an even bigger one, as Rob pressed his foot into Brandon’s crotch, squeezing every last drop of cum out of his tender babymakers.

“Nice!” Rob laughed as Brandon’s muscular body was hosed down by his very own fire hose.

His face covered in a thick layer of sticky spunk, Brandon gasped for breath, spitting out his speedo and coughing. He blinked through the salty juice that was covering his eyes.

His abs and his chest, his face and his hair, everything was coated in a thick layer of jizz. Brandon looked like a glazed shortbread cookie.

After his dick had stopped shooting, Rob withdrew his foot, looking down at Brandon’s swollen, drained balls with a chuckle.

“Okay, thanks, buddy”, Brandon croaked. “Thanks, again. I think I can take over from here.”

Rob looked at the clock. “Third time’s the charm, isn’t it?” Rob chuckled. “And we have two minutes left. I say let’s make dead-sure you won’t get an erection anytime, soon.”

Brandon’s eyes widened. “Wha---“

Rob stomped down on Brandon’s nuts, making his body jolt violently as he screamed from the top of his lungs.

Rob couldn’t hold on to Brandon’s feet and they slipped out of his hands as Brandon sat up straight, his mouth wide open, his burning eyes filled with pain.

“Wow”, Rob chuckled and playfully slapped his friend’s face.

Brandon’s nuts were sitting on the tiled floor, crushed flat under Rob’s foot.

Rob shifted his bodyweight, crushing Brandon’s meaty balls even flatter and causing Brandon’s eyes to cross as his voice rose an octave.

“Buddy, I love your voice”, Rob quipped, squashing Brandon’s spent and swollen balls under his foot.

He twisted his foot as if he was twisting out a cigarette, causing Brandon’s eyes to bulge obscenely as he let out a dry cough.

“My balls”, Brandon whispered in a toneless voice. “My fucking balls.”

“What about them?” Rob grinned, leaning down hard on Brandon’s flattened spuds.

Brandon’s left eye twitched. “You’re killing them”, he whispered. “You’re fucking killing them.”

“Nah”, Rob chuckled. “I’m just killing your fucking boner.” He glanced down at Brandon’s raging erection. It was twitching and throbbing. “Look at that thing. Fucking nuisance.” He twisted his foot again.

Brandon’s mouth opened in a silent scream as his dick sputtered out a thick, creamy jet of cum.

Brandon’s third violently induced orgasm wasn’t nearly as fruitful as the previous ones. Instead of a geyser of cum, it looked as if someone had stepped on a tube of toothpaste.

Brandon’s precious juice squirted out of his dick in one blotch as Brandon’s eyes rolled back into his head and he sank to the ground.

Rob burst out laughing. “I’m pretty sure your balls are empty, now”, he mused, leaning down and playfully ruffling Brandon’s hair.

Brandon let out a miserable groan. “Thanks”, he said, almost inaudibly.

“You’re welcome, buddy”, Rob grinned, handing Brandon his speedos.

“I think I need a minute”, Brandon whispered.

“No time for sweet idleness”, Rob said cheerfully as he toweled Brandon down, massaging Brandon’s cum into his skin. “There’s a competition to be won!”

Brandon groaned.

“Come on, man”, Rob grinned, playfully smacking Brandon’s drained and battered balls, making him let out a high-pitched shriek.

Groaning, Brandon got up and slipped into his swimming briefs.

He tried storing his goods inside the skimpy speedo. His dick was not a problem. It was floppy and limp. But his balls had almost doubled in size.

“Fuck”, Brandon grimaced and groaned as he tried to stuff his swollen testicles into the pouch of his speedos.

The result of his efforts were less than convincing. His balls looked like they were going to tumble out of his swimming briefs any second.

Brandon looked at Rob, a miserable expression on his face.

“Well, at least the boner is gone”, Rob quipped before bursting out laughing.

He opened the door and turned to Brandon. “Come on, man, we’re late. They’re waiting for us.”

Brandon tentatively moved his feet, slowly setting one foot in front of the other. He winced as a jolt of pain ripped through his body.

“Wait for me, Rob!” he croaked.

Bowlegged and limping, Brandon followed his buddy, grimacing and wincing with every step, trying not to slip on the sticky, cum-covered floor.

He couldn’t wait to jump into the cold water of the pool…


Jimmy said...

Hey Alex,

As always great work, but the whole time I kept thinking if you want to swim without an errction, "You gotta do what you gotta do."

Fun and light this was a great Friday read.


Alex said...

Thanks for your feedback, Jimmy! Too bad Brandon didn't think of that... ;-)