Snapshot: Doug's Hairy Balls written by Jimmy

 

Snapshot: Doug’s Hairy Balls

By Jimmy

 

"Your match was great," Aldo says...."Until he grabbed your junk," while the Midtown wrestling team look at Doug's old photos taken from the night's events. 

"Yeah, that sucked but I took that grab like a man," Doug says clutching his junk. 

"Heh, yeah you did." Aldo says slapping him on the back and starting to wiggle out of his singlet.

"He's another wrestler that's also a swimmer, like me. The kid you faced," Aldo clarifies seeing the confusion on Doug and the other's faces.

"Swimmers are the worst,” says Doug in the Midtown locker room one day after he recounts his latest nut crunching events to his friends Sam Hell, Jake, and the newest recruit Aldo.

"Yeah...they suck," emphasizes. 

Chuckling Same Hell agrees giving the steely eye to Aldo. “Agreed.”

Sam Hell has fire engine red hair, that he dyes, and he is short and stocky, unlike Jake that stands next to him towering over all the boys. What stands out most on him is his demonic fiery red eyes. Some opponents lose to him just to get away from his glare. Practice has just ended, and the boys are disrobing, and Doug stands proudly showing off his latest patch of chest hair sprouting in the dead center of his chest like an arrow spreading towards his big pink nipples.

“I want to get revenge against them, especially….”

“Jayden.”

All three boys say at the same time, and then all kind of grin at each other.

Aldo gulps, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Aldo’s singlet is around his knees and he’s only wearing his jock, which hangs low and full.

Sam Hell, Jake, and Doug turn their collective gazes at him.

“You got something to say?” Doug asks directly.

“Well…”

Doug waves his hand and tisks, “Those swimmers and their bald scrotums are all jealous of my superior fat man balls. It’s why they are such a target.” Doug pulls down his singlet revealing his big assets. Doug has a full scrotum that shows off a thick black bush above and his balls peppered with dark black curly hair and a thick veiny cock, the color of honey wheat that swings against his balls, tapping them ever so gently. “You’re a swimmer Aldo…any of them actually looking like a man between the legs; with hair? Like these?” Doug gushes grabbing himself by the root of his manhood.

Aldo blushes, “I haven’t really checked, mi amigo,” he says rather lamely not wanting to continue this conversation.

Aldo, the latest recruit to the Midtown wrestlers, has rich dark creamy skin like the color of coffee after you have added milk. What really makes him stand out are Aldo’s beautiful deep dark eyes, with irises almost in disguisingable from his pitch-black pupils. Aldo’s face is also all sharp lines, but with a rounded chin and high cheek bones, and perfect white straight teeth so sharply contrasting in his face draws you in to his bright smile. 

Doug’s eyes narrow “That’s all the swim team talks about. I heard that you all measured yourselves the other day.”

Sam Hell and Jake snicker together.

“Really?” Jake wonders aloud. “How big is Bill?” Jake’s curiosity about his foster brother bubbles to the surface, but Sam Hell gives him a look and he quickly lowers his gaze in shame.

Sam Hell rolls his eyes.

“I didn’t keep track…I mean! Well, ugh. This is hella awkward.”

Doug approaches him and as he comes up to Aldo, Doug becomes peeved off, Aldo is the same height as him.

Changing tacks Doug narrows his eyes and says, “No one used to be able to stop me. Then I learned how much it hurt to be hit in the grapefruits.” At the mention of his genitalia Doug’s hand shot out lightning fast grasping onto Aldo’s bulge outlined in his white jockstrap.

Aldo’s hands shot out in surrender by his head. “Not mi huevos!”

The boys chuckled at this, and Aldo’s accent as he mentions his nuts.

Doug rolls Aldo’s balls in their fleshy sac, and ponders “Are yours hairless?”

Aldo gulps, “I’ll show you if you don’t squeeze!” Aldo propositions, his warm dark eyes pleading as his legs quiver.

Still smiling, Doug slides his hand easily inside of Aldo and grabs him by the bare balls. Aldo’s bottom lip trembles and he shakes his head.

“Verdict?” Sam Hell asks his laser eyes trying to catch a peek at Aldo’s valuables locked inside of Doug’s fist.

“Smooth.”

All three laugh, and the color drains from Aldo’s face.

“Crush ‘em.” Sam Hell commands, his voice loud in the boy's locker room.

“Yeah, do it.” Jake says, egging him on joining in on Sam Hell’s fun.

“I have to go with what the team wants,” Doug says offhandedly, his free hand pounds against his bare chest.

“Wait Doug---don’t! Ah!” says Aldo, sucking in a breath.

Everyone watches Doug’s hand squish and squash Aldo’s vulnerable nuts, fingers going in and out repeatedly and he gasps as Doug twists and yanks him closer to him.

“Ugghhhhh fuuuck, mi amigo. Mi huevos!”

Doug hates having his own nuggets worked over but playing with another guys…well that he could get behind. Aldo’s brown testes are dense, and large. Doug was not sure whose balls were bigger, his own or Aldo’s but the heavy weight in his hand feels good. Doug did not really care much either way of who was bigger, but he knows that he is. Aldo was on the swim team, and this absolutely started his revenge against the swimmers, and he did not really mind that Aldo is also a wrestler.

Doug kneads Aldo’s balls, concentrating on the softer undersides and forcing Aldo up onto his tippy toes as he crunches his balls. Aldo’s eyes cross, and he drops his arms down to hold onto Doug’s forearm for stability as Doug has his way with him.

Sam Hell creeps up behind Doug and puts one hand on his shoulder leaning in to inspect Doug’s handy work.

“Not bad, you’ve got him on the ropes. Now really dig in your fingers, and don’t forget to puncture with your thumbs.”

Aldo moans, and his eyes look into Sam’s, and he immediately wishes that he hadn’t. Sam locks eyes, his piercing red eyes seem to penetrate to his very soul and feast on his ball agony, as he laughs while tiny hiccupping moans escape between his cherry red open lips.

“That’s it, you’ve got him now.”

“Ugh!” Aldo gasps and he stares up at the ceiling his body straining to escape, his lungs gasps as he rinds his teeth, his balls lost to him inside of Doug’s tight embrace. “I…” he gasps. “I…oh god!”

Doug tilts his head, and smirks. “Now this feels good!”

“Imagine when you get your hands on the rest?” says Sam, squeezing his shoulder. Devilboy smears a haunting look upon his face and leans forward.

“I can dig that.”

Doug digs his fingers in a little deeper, and Aldo’s eyes go wide, and he shakes his head and cough up a groan his body going slack and starting to slump down to his knees. Doug goes with Aldo until Aldo’s knees clack on the cement floor.

“Easy does it Aldo, your huevos are mine.”

Aldo closes his eyes, arches his back before and he gasps again his body trembling all over like a wet cat.

Doug’s fingers start to tire, and he gives one more squeeze and releases his grasp.

Standing up above Aldo, Doug watches as he rolls into the fetal position moaning and clutching his balls, his jockstrap pulled back up but with both hands shoveled underneath the jockstrap his brown flaccid penis coming out at the side drooping down to the floor. Doug legs spread wide pulls down his underwear and his junk drop's out.

In full squat position Doug grins at Sam Hell and Jake and lowers himself until his big heavy, hairy nutsack smacks Aldo’s forehead. Aldo cringes from pain in his sack and as Doug sweaty balls bump his face.

“Soon all the swimmers will feel my nuts on their face. Enjoy the tea bag, this is what a man’s nuts feel like!” Doug says, grinning wide and laughing.

To be continued…