It's been a very long time since we have posted a What's the story? challenge.
I found the following picture on an instagram called: nut_bulge_shot_backup. Doesn't it look like the perfect setup for a balbusting story?
Now it's your turn: Who are these guys? What are they doing? What led to this picture - and what happens next?
Tell us your story - either in the comments section or by sending me an email (ginojaydenauthor@gmail.com) - no matter how long or how short! Can't wait to read what you create! Feel free to use characters from the blog or create your own!
Thank you!
7 comments:
I'm still waiting for the story about teen wolf
Hi Liam,
Who said that they were going to write a teen wolf story?
Sincerely,
Jimmy
Jacob grinned, unsure why that was his reaction to Blake grabbing his junk through the thin material of his boxer shorts and demanding he smile for the camera. Why, he wondered, not for the first time, was he allowing photographic evidence. That had not been part of the deal. It was probably his friend’s unbridled enthusiasm. He had never seen his buddy so, well… giddy.
As for his response, the stupid shit-eating grin, he could probably he could chalk it up to being nervous and at least somewhat embarrassed. After all, it wasn’t every day that a guy lost a bet and had to strip to his undies so his buddy could whack his sack as a forfeit.
Blake continued to explore. Jacob took his invasive touch with good humor and goofy one-liners that had him laughing until his belly hurt. Tables turned, and thank God they weren’t, he wasn’t at all sure he could resist the temptation to pull away. Maybe, though, Jacob was enjoying himself. Wouldn’t that be interesting? He caught his buddy’s balls firmly in his hand and squeezed; not viciously but firmly enough that Jacob’s breathe hitched and he muttered, “Talk about being between a rock and a hard place.”
Knowing his buddy was having a good time, Jacob continued to make lite of the situation. Hell, he owed Blake that much. A bet was a bet and he’d lost; meaning he held the responsibility of taking his due like a man. Still, it was the first time another guy’s hands had ever lingered so near to his manhood. His hands, well… they hung out down there a lot and his penis was well trained to respond a certain way when they did. Good God he hoped the prospect of the pain to come kept it from reacting normally.
“What are we doing about this,” Blake asked, nudging his dick through the fabric. “I don’t want him protecting the boys. Is it big enough to waistband,” he chuckled.
“Fuck you,” Jacob responded good-naturedly. Blake knew exactly how big he was. They showered together after every practice and had even beat off together more than once. Hey, horny was horny and they spent a lot of time together so it’d been bound to happen. In their case, it’d come about as they’d watched a clip on his phone before going to bed.
Blake laughed. “How about you get him up and out of the way. I swear, I’ve never had anyone have to offer me their balls on a silver platter before but I like it.”
Jacob reached into his undies. Why the hell had he ever suggested the bet? What had possessed him to think it was a good idea to wager his balls on the ability to get Marci Robbins to go out with him? Well… for starters, he’d been absolutely confident she would. Positive as a matter of fact. So when Blake had called into question his sanity, he’d had to prove sure he was. “I’ll bet my balls against yours” had, in the moment, seemed a fitting display of his manly confidence. When Blake had called him on it with a shrug and a, “Sure, a half hour anything goes” he’d had nothing but thoughts of how much his friend was going to regret those words. It hadn’t obviously gone as he’d anticipated.
Flipping his dick up and under the waistband of his underwear, he swallowed the lump in his throat.
Blake looked at him; blue eyes sparkling mischievously. “Dear God, buddy, this is going to suck,” he said as he arm drew back and then threw it forward until it came to a hard stop against Jacob’s pelvis; crushing the tender testicles caught between. “Now that’s a rock and a hard place,” he crowed as his friend’s eyes rolled back and his handsome face became a vacillating mask of pain. “A lot more of that to come,” he giggled but I’m in no hurry, I’ve still got twenty-five minutes!
The guy on the right is actually Jack Lisowski, an English snooker player.
hello, I don't remember who it was, a long time ago I said if they could do one and they told me yes, they would do one soon
Hi Liam,
You are right it was me! Okay, I will put a Teen Wolf Story on my to-write list!
Thanks for tagging the location as well!
Sincerely,
Jimmy
Dear Anonymous,
Great writing on the Blake and Jacob story! That was super hot, and very enjoyable. If you ever want to post stories to the blog, please let me know!
Sincerely,
Jimmy
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