Shak Attack! written by Jimmy

 

   

   SharkAttack

 

 

by Jimmy

 

 

“I hate this game” Bill complains loudly to everyone that could hear.

“Everyone loves my games!” Chase’s indignation causes a ripple of laughter to hit the gathered swim team. “Now get in the water, it’s time to play.”

Bill looks nervous as he slowly lowers his slim body into the pool. Dressed in only the standard Midtown swimsuit, Bill disappears into the water, swimming neatly underwater never surfacing until he reaches the center of the pool. Surfacing, Bill takes in a deep breath, hanging in the center of the schools swimming pool his legs working to keep him above the water line. Blinking hurriedly he looks around the pool as the boys fan out each in their designated position.

This game is a recent entry. It’s called Shark Attack. The game is supposed to help his team keep up in the pool not going below their best time. The teammate that performed the worst was Bill. Bill is one of the smallest swimmers on the swim team, which makes him usually one of the fastest. Recently though, his time has been getting worse and now Bill is going to suffer for it.

“On my whistle” Chase says, a hungry look in his blue eyes as he meets Bill’s watery gaze. The young lad gulps as the whistle goes off in Chase’s mouth, the plastic piece shooting out of his mouth as he dives. Chase hears similar splashes from Aldo, Leroy and Shane.

Once in the water Chase is torpedoing towards Bill, who must count to ten before trying to escape the sharks. If caught, each shark will “bite” the victim, but the bites are always low blows. Tentative, targeted blows to the groin. Every shark getting a turn turning into a shark frenzy. The game lasts until every shark has had their turn, some can take more than one but every shark must “bite” for the game to be over. Chase itches to get there first, he wants to pound Bill’s little walnut scrotum in with a fist. He plans on surfacing Bill’s body to get the perfect swing in. Deliciously he imagines Bill’s shudder, the tremor and the feel of his rasinetes under his knuckles.

Watch This! Conclusion written by Jimmy

 

Watch This! Conclusion

 

By Jimmy

 

https://ballbustingboys.blogspot.com/2023/07/watch-this-bro-written-by-jimmy.html 

(part 1)

https://ballbustingboys.blogspot.com/2023/07/watch-this-too-bro-written-by-jimmy.html

(part 2)

https://ballbustingboys.blogspot.com/2023/07/watch-this-also-bro-written-by-jimmy.html

(part 3)

https://ballbustingboys.blogspot.com/2023/07/watch-this-one-bro-its-best-one-yet.html

(part 4)

https://ballbustingboys.blogspot.com/2023/08/watch-that-no-way-bro-written-by-jimmy.html

(part 5)

Dear Ballbusting Boys Community,

I finally circled back to this story. The poll results are in and so, this story sprang up from what YOU the readers wanted. Hope you all enjoy!

Jimmy

Jayden and Gino were driving to Chase’s house for the big finale, where the guys look at the numbers and see which pair of nuts they are going to all be busting. Jayden is extremely uncomfortable because he knows how these things usually end for him…and the answer is not good.

“You do realize Gino, that if we have the most votes that…”

“Everyone will want to bust you, fuck that.” Gino interrupts him, putting one hand on his brothers thigh and giving it a gentle squeeze. “I’m the only one who gets to bust your balls. Me!” Gino comes to a red light and fully stops, looking at his younger brother, his brown eyes are accessing him.

“That’s not how the bet works.”

“It is now,” Gino says, showing all his teeth as he grins down at him.

Jayden bites his lip, he knows that this is not going to end well. It usually does not if his older brother gets involved.

The Sad Boys Series: Max and Shane Date #3 Part Five Dating Diasters Conclusion written by Jimmy

 

The Sad Boys Series:

Max and Shane

Date #3 Part Five

Dating Disasters

 

By Jimmy

 

 

 Ballbusting Boys: The Sad Boys Series: Leroy and Rex Date #2 Part Four Dating Disasters written by Jimmy

Ballbusting Boys: The Sad Boys: Leroy and Jayden Date #1 Part Three Dating Disasters written by Jimmy

Ballbusting Boys: The Sad Boys Series: Competition Part Two written by Jimmy

Ballbusting Boys: The Sad Boys Series: Broken Hearts written by Jimmy

Hi BB community,

This one took me a bit longer to write, so sorry for the delay. Hope you all like the ending!

~Jimmy

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Max is quiet walking out of the locker room with Shane by his side.

Max is the third person on his team to go on a date. Leroy picked Jayden, and his brother picked Leroy. That surprises Max as he didn’t think his brother had a crush on anyone. He is the more romantic twin, at least in his own opinion. Maybe Rex picked Leroy to bust his balls…that was probably it.

While walking out of the Midtown School Max is feeling a little bashful, and being this close to Shane after choosing to take him on a date makes Max unsure of what he should do next. He’s wringing his hands together behind his back, twisting and turning them as Shane opens the door to the school for both of them.

A quick whisper of a thanks comes from Max and he swears that he can barely get past the lump in his throat.

Max is… well, not on his game.

 

“So where are we going?” Shane asks. He’s smiling, and it’s warm like sunshine. 

 

Max bites his lip. “Umm…” he’s still chewing on it when Shane laughs. 

 

“You didn’t think past the part of asking me out, did you?”

 

Max stops and sighs. Finally admiring it “Not really…I didn’t think that, you would say yes.”

 

Shane takes pity on him, and grabs his sweaty hand from behind his back. 

 

“Let’s play it by ear then, and head to Bartlet Park,” Shame suggests pulling at Max’s arm. He does not resist but follows on. 

 

“Sure, that’s a great idea.”

 

He feels like an idiot. 

The Sad Boys Series: Competition Part Two written by Jimmy

 

The Sad Boys Series: Competition

Part Two

 

by Jimmy

Ballbusting Boys: The Sad Boys Series: Broken Hearts written by Jimmy 

 

Jayden had the bright idea of trying to help Max, Rex, and Leroy find love. 

 

Now all nine swimmers are set to compete against each other to win a date of their choice, the losers get ball busted. It’s Chase’s favorite event, and he stands arranged at the starting line ready to win for his team. 

 

Bill is going first against him, and he’s also going to face Rex. Chase is looking smug. The luck of the draw is in his favor. Rex looks nervous standing next to him, Bill does not. 

 

“On my whistle,” Chase says confidently. Not even bothering to hand someone else the starting whistle, knowing fully well that he is a far better swimmer and can outpace the both of them with his eyes closed. 

 

When the whistle blows, Bill takes off at the sound while Rex cocks his head softly to the side and throws a backwards punch as he jumps connecting with Chases protruding speedo bulge. Rex’s fist clips both dick and balls smartly as he flies through the air landing with a splash. Chase’s genitals smack hard against his muscled thigh and swing all the way back carried by the motion hitting his other thigh before swaying freely the vibrations of the hit causing the blue basket to shimmer with tiny movements.

 

Chase continues to blow into his whistle, but it’s a rather sad now, the blur of the metal whistle squeaks out as he spits it from his mouth and plummets into the water landing on his face. 

 

“Ooooh” choruses the boys behind Chase. 

 

“That’s gotta hurt!” Aldo laughs, running his hands together rather excitedly. 

 

Jayden rolls his eyes, “Oh, brother.” Shane next to him winces. 

 

“There goes our win.”

The Sad Boys Series: Broken Hearts written by Jimmy

 

The Sad Boys Series: Broken Hearts

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Coming up for air, Jayden breathes through his nose. The smell is of dampness, sweat, and the ruggedness of his boyfriend Chase. Chase is panting on his back, as aftershock course through him. His blue eyes are closed and a small smile plays on his slender pink lips. 

 

“That was…”

 

Jayden moves back down biting Chase’s skin next to his left hip bone and Chase arches his hips reflexively.

 

“God, you’re so good.”

 

Jayden kisses his way back up and starts to take him between his lips with feather lightness as they brush across Chases taut torso, and flexing abdomen. 

 

“I.”

 

*kiss

 

“Want.”

 

*kiss

 

“To help.”

 

*kiss

 

“The sad boys.”

 

Jayden lingers on Chases peck, suckling at the still hardened nub as his teeth gently graze the very sensitive pink tip. 

 

Chase murmurs “Sad boys? I’m not sad, Jayden.”

A Safe Space for Balls Part 3: The Consequences written by Harry

 

 

A Safe Space for Balls Part 3: 

The Consequences

 

written by Harry

A Safe Space for Balls

Part 3: The Consequences

 

Day 13: Bill

 Ballbusting Boys: A Safe Space for Balls: Part 1 written by Harry 

Ballbusting Boys: A Safe Space for Balls Part 2: The Intervention written by Harry

Bill Brady walked along the pool deck with his hoodie still covering his mousy brown hair. His fists were thrust deep in the pockets of his jeans. Bill bent to pick up a stray kick board, but then decided better of it and booted it across the tiles. His sneakers squeaked with a sickly echo off the high ceiling.

 

Nobody else was here yet. It was very early.

 

The Midtown High School pool had a lot of memories for Bill. The more distant ones were the sweetest. Way back in junior high when he first joined the team, he’d discovered that despite his scrawny stature, swimming was a sport where he could legitimately compete. And not long after that, when he met a kid from his grade who had the most welcoming, soulful brown eyes. A kid whose smile flashed easily, and brightly, and toward everybody without discrimination. His smile even flashed toward Bill.

 

Bill’s more recent memories at this same pool were less sweet. As the boys had matured into high school teens, things got complicated. Some of that came down to just bad luck in the DNA lottery. While his buddies rode the wave of adolescence and transformed into study jocks, Bill became known for his “three little acorns.” It was a running joke at the expense of his tightly packed balls and stubby, cut cockhead. Highly unfair, in Bill’s opinion, since his stuff was almost within the “average” range—at least according to how he measured himself.

 

It was around that same period of time that the boy with the soulful brown eyes dumped him. Not for any reason; at least not any reason that Bill could remember.

 

Just because.

 

Just because some random asshole happened to have a straighter jawline than Bill. Just because his junk inside his tight blue speedo looked a certain way.

 

All that drama might have made for a good story, if Bill hadn’t been living it. To him it just felt like one defeat after another. As recently as the swim meet on Friday, Bill swam the anchor leg on the relay that ended with Midtown’s defeat. Even to himself Bill didn’t acknowledge that he’d swum slow on purpose. Never would allow himself to think that thought. Sure, he’d slapped the water and churned up his kick to show his effort. But he’d been four seconds off of his personal best. Four seconds is like fifty miles in swimming.

 

Forget it, Bill thought, tucking his chin into his chest. That was their defeat. Today will be my victory!

 

With that uplifting thought, Bill tossed a black rubber diving Brick out into the middle of the pool. He watched the ugly mass sink and vanish like a shadow into the deep water.

 

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A Safe Space for Balls Part 2: The Intervention written by Harry

 

A Safe Space for Balls Part 2: The Intervention

 

written by Harry

A Safe Space for Balls

Part 2: The Intervention

 

Day 6: Bill

 

Bill

jayden this is bill

Jayden

i know

i didn’t delete ur number

yet

 

oh.

cool!

 

that way i know to hold the phone away from my face

we watched nightmare on elm street, remember?

 

well thats enough small talk

you know why i’m texting

 

hmm

let me guess…

you’d call, but u keep coughing up devil’s hairballs?

😠

its the team

u know i wouldn’t if it was just me

chase is fucking this up

 

u mean the no busting thing?

 

yea

its making these guys crazy

 

i’m surp u of all ppl want chase to bust dudes more

 

exactly

it’s that bad

i miss the old chase

🤯

never thought i’d see the day

 

u should stop by

see what it’s like

 

i luv those guys, but i try t give them their space

didn't work out well when I interfered last time

 

u mean when chase beat u up

n tied u up

???

how could i forget

 

well this was as much fun as i expected

i’ll go ahead and block ur number now

 

but in case u wondered jayden…

he is 🔥

 

who

 

the diver

the way chase looks at him

only ever seen that once before

fuck off bill

 

Day 7: Jayden

 Ballbusting Boys: A Safe Space for Balls: Part 1 written by Harry

Jayden stepped into the mezzanine looking over the Midtown High pool and enjoyed a deep breath. The humid, chlorinated air was an acquired taste, but to Jayden it was nostalgic. The team wouldn’t be competing until later in the evening, but Jayden had arrived early to watch the warm-up. Not only was he still Midtown Swimming’s biggest cheerleader, he was also curious about the changes Chase had made to his old team.

 

The first thing Jayden noticed was that somebody was actually practicing in the diving pool. As long as he’d been on the team, nobody had tried diving. His eyes followed the arcing circular rotation as a black-haired teen entered the water in a smooth, straight line.

 

“Wow,” Jayden said to himself. He continued watching as Benji hoisted himself back up onto the pool deck and shook out his black curls. His skimpy diving suit clung to him like a second skin, giving Jayden an eyeful even from a distance.

 

A Safe Space for Balls: Part 1 written by Harry

 

A Safe Space for Balls

Part 1: The New Guy

Day 1: Leroy

Leroy 

j bro

hella awkward today

new dude on the team

shit ima blush rn just remembering

Jayden

u can blush?

lol how do u tell

i can blush dick! wtf 

my cheeks get hot and shit 

anyway i blame Aldo

boy’s always so fucking careless, nonstop playing games

fml

gotta get off his nuts bro

we already knew he was a player 

nah nvm bout Aldo. i blame your boy too 

chase? 😳

r u sure he wasnt try to help?

don’t defend him bitch! 

ngl hes worse than ALL the rest of those dudes

hes misunderstood

😇

dam 

ur so whipped

anyway it was pre-meet, so light practice

the boys were goofing off naturally

wait u still remember how swim practice works? 

or ur all wrestle muscles now? 

thats cold bro

53.5 even in the 100 last time i raced

that still your split time? 

smh

i’m 51.82

wow leroy ur really improving!

👏

yea yea u can blow me later but i gotta tell you this…

Leroy sliced through the water cleanly, enjoying the effortless pull and burst of momentum. He’d really been putting in the work this season, concentrating on his stroke and staying after practice to work drills. His progress was evident as each slash of his smooth arm through the water pulled him closer to the swimmer in front of him. His fingertips brushed Aldo’s feet. Aldo’s kick churned up the frothy water, but he noticed the contact and pushed himself faster. When they paused at the wall between splits, both teens heaved lungful’s of air. They had to go again on the minute, leaving no spare seconds for banter. Just behind Leroy, Max cruised into the wall, followed immediately by Rex, who came up spitting. 

Aldo, Leroy, Max, and Rex were regulars in Lane 5. The second fastest lane for the Midtown team. The teens were all competitive, aspiring jocks, so they naturally kept one eye on Lane 4, where the fastest swimmers practiced.

"Watch this one, bro. It's the best one yet." written by Jimmy

 

 

“Watch this one, it’s the best one yet”

 

by Jimmy

 Ballbusting Boys: "Watch this, bro" written by Jimmy (Part 1)

Ballbusting Boys: "Watch this too, bro" written by Jimmy (Part 2)

 Ballbusting Boys: "Watch this also, bro" written by Jimmy (Part 3)

 

Shane is tied in Chases closet, the special one with the hooked up chains drip from the ceiling. 

 

Shane is shirtless, his bare chest glistening with sweat and he’s naked and trying to cross his legs to hide his…groin. It’s not working so well. 

 

“Don’t worry about that,” Chase tells Shane, one hand on his cheek as Shane mumbles into the gag. Chases finger slips down his chin and the tip glides along the center of his chest until it reaches his belly button. Chase pinches the nub before hooking his finger and tugging Shane out to the meet his knee that he uses to slam into Shane’s bare balls. Shane’s nuts flatten to an inch and he screams into the gag. 

 

“Adam…did you think you could honestly top this?” Chase asks, the camera pointed to him so that the camera only gets Shane’s bare back. 

 

“I always win.”