Work buddies (Jordan meets Brandon and Tristan)

Special thanks to Jordan for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who loves light-hearted stories of fun and pain) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Artwork created by Champ

Featured in this story: Brandon and Tristan (click for pictures)

The last costumer left around quarter to midnight, and the three young guys manning the night shift at the fast food restaurant knew that they’d spend the remainder of the shift bored out of their minds.

The shift ended at half past one, and very rarely did another costumer show up after midnight. Nevertheless, their boss insisted on keeping the restaurant open instead of closing at midnight. His workers didn’t mind.

Cleaning the deep fryer and the rest of the kitchen took about one hour, so there was half an hour left, and the guys spent it goofing around, joking around and smacking each other in the sack.

Oiled and spoiled (On the job: Logan, assistant wrestling coach)

Warning: Contains graphic homosexuality.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

Logan clapped his hands and raised his voice. “Alright, let’s form a circle, guys!” The 18 year old blond was wearing a wrestling singlet with the Josiah E. Bartlet High School’s letters on it, just like his friends that were gathering around him.

Seth was a black haired boy with a three day stubble. Next to him was Speedy, a lanky kid with spiky blond hair. CJ, a redhead with a nose piercing and a stylish haircut, was goofing around with Leroy, a handsome African-American boy with curly black hair. Gary, a cutie with dark blond hair and brown eyes, was laughing about a joke from Kim, an Asian kid with black hair and a muscular body.

They were standing in the high school gym, waiting for Logan to announce today’s training plan.

It was only a couple of weeks ago that Logan had been appointed assistant wrestling coach, and despite the fact that they were friends, the rest of the guys accepted Logan in that position. He had a natural authority and a way to make training sessions interesting and fun.

Today, Logan had come up with something special. He had tarped the gym’s wrestling mats and stacked a couple of plastic bottles at the side.

“I thought it would be nice to change things up a bit”, Logan explained with a cheerful smile. “What do you know about oil wrestling?” He looked at his friends.

On the job: Zach, lifeguard

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.
Warning: Contains f/m ballbusting.

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

Zach looked into the camera and smiled. “Hey there”, he said. “I’m here with my young friend Logan.”

“Hi”, Logan said from behind the camera. He turned the camera around and waved at it. The 18 year old high school wrestler was shirtless, wearing only boxer shorts. His blond hair was sun-bleached and scrubby, and he looked like he had spent a lot of time at the beach.

“I’m gonna show him what being a lifeguard means”, Zach explained, grinning. He looked absolutely stunning. The 20 year old’s body was tanned and muscular, with trained arms and legs and ripped abs. His blond hair was cut short and it contrasted nicely with the bronzed color of his face. He was wearing red speedos that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

Zach was a big boy, sporting a big, fat cock and a healthy set of two juicy, extralarge plums. His speedos were bulging with his massive manhood, and his genitalia looked like it was about to burst through the flimsy fabric. Three distinct mounds were clearly visible, and it looked like he had stuffed a banana and two hen’s eggs into his trunks…

“You look great”, Logan chuckled.

“Yeah”, Zach grinned and ran his hand over his perfect six-pack.

“No, I mean further down”, Logan said.

On the job: Leo, cup tester

Featured in this story: Leo and Vince (click for pictures)

I entered the science laboratory and looked around, searching for Vince.

There were seven people. Two of them were wearing white lab coats and working on something. The rest of the guys were wearing business suits.

The suit-clad guys were engaged in some discussion. They were between 20 and 40 years of age, and their suits looked expensive.

Suddenly, a door opened and Vince entered the room.

He was 20 years old, slightly younger than the other scientists. He was not very tall, with a slim build, brown hair and brown eyes. Wearing his lab coat, he reminded me of that 80s TV series about a kid doctor. Vince was trying desperately to look mature and grown-up, and I guess he thought the little facial hair that was visible on his otherwise baby-smooth face qualified as a goatee and sideburns, but, frankly, they didn’t…

I wondered what the other technicians thought about him. They looked like they were in their late twenties.

One of them had shoulder-length black hair. He was wearing horn-rimmed glasses and boot cut jeans below his lab coat.

The other one was blond, with crew cut hair and steel blue eyes.

We were in the lab of a successful sportswear manufacturer.

On the job: Sammy, librarian

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Sammy (click for pictures)

I entered the public library. Sammy had told me that he worked on the third floor.

It had been ages since I had been in one. Actually, it had been back in Germany when I went to university. I had never been to an American library. It wasn’t that much different. Books, books, books…

The third floor was dedicated to popular fiction and crime novels. I spotted Sammy right away.

The 18 year old skater boy was sitting behind a white counter and waved at me.

“Hi”, I said, smiling, and walked towards him.

“Shh!” an little old lady whispered. She shot me a disapproving look

I blushed. “Sorry”, I whispered back.

The little old lady raised her eyebrow and shook her head, clicking her tongue.

I walked over to Sammy and leaned on the counter.

“Hi, Sammy”, I whispered.

“Hi, Alex. Good to see you.” He motioned for me to come behind the counter and I sat down on a chair next to him.

Usually, he was wearing baggy jeans and wide t-shirts. Today, he was dressed very formally, wearing trousers, a shirt, and a tie. His red hair was neatly parted. Apparently, Sammy led a double life: randy, hot skater boy by night; docile, geeky librarian by day.

On the job: Cal, sales clerk

Featured in this story: Cal (click for pictures)

I walked into the department store. The tiny new camera that my cameraman that Chad had given me was attached to my shirt. I had no idea how this little thing worked, but Chad had assured me that I didn’t have to do anything and the thing would work by itself.

I passed the book section and the jewelry, the CDs and the cosmetics, the toys and the electronics, until I reached clothing department.

I was looking for Cal, our 22 year old African American model.

Finally, I spotted him talking to a customer.

As I approached, the customer walked away and Cal grinned at me.

He looked great, his black hair cut short, wearing a dark suit with a white shirt. He had a perfect swimmer’s build that was obvious even when he was wearing a suit.

“Hi, Cal”, I said.

“Hi, Alex”, Cal replied. He looked at his watch. “You’re right on time.”

I smiled. “I’m just gonna sit over there and watch you working.”

Cal grimaced comically. “Not very interesting, I guess…”

I shrugged. “Maybe something happens…”

On the job: Brandon, fry boy

Featured in this story: Brandon (click for pictures)

I walked into the restaurant. It was rather small, but a typical McDonald’s restaurant in every respect: a large room with seating for fifty or sixty people, a counter with three cash registers, and an open industrial kitchen.

There were no patrons but me, so I walked right up to the counter.

A young, skinny, bored-looking cashier with short blond hair and a freckled face was standing behind one of the registers. Above his upper lip was an amusing attempt at a moustache. I looked at his name tag. Jack. Jack looked like he was nineteen or twenty years old. He didn’t look like he had to shave every morning…

“Hi”, I smiled at him. “I’m looking for Brandon.”

Jack stared at me with a blank expression on his face.

“The Asian guy?” I said.

“Oh, Brandon”, Jack said.

Pause.

“I’m looking for him”, I said, smiling.

On the job: The twins, strippers

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: the twins (click for pictures)

My cameraman Chad and I walked into the strip club. It was not the kind of club I had expected to see, not a dark, smoke-filled, sleazy bar with shabby furniture, but a rather modern and friendly place. There was a stage at one end of the room, but the show hadn’t started, yet.

The room was crowded with people waiting for the show to begin.

We were here to film the first segment of our new series “One the job”, featuring some of our models and recurring guests working in their day (or night) jobs.

I walked to the bar.

An attractive, shirtless blond was standing behind it. He smiled at me.

“Hi, I have an appointment with Adrian”, I said.

The blond shrugged.

“I’m Adrian”, a voice behind me said.

I turned around and faced a very handsome guy, probably 25 years old, with black hair. He was sporting dark eye-liner and lip gloss and his black hair was greased.

On the job: Career counseling

 Last week, a reader posted an idea for a new story:

I have an idea for a future segment, I was thinking sort of a "on the job" thing where we visit various models occupations (I mean, they must have other jobs besides modelling for the site, right?), like Tristan can be a rookie cop or something, which would explain why he had handcuffs at the camp, and we could even visit Logan at his school [or even part time job], where he and his buddies bust (of course busting would be happening at each job site) just a thought, it sounds cool to me, but if you don't want to do it, I don't mind...

Another reader added:

Great idea, and we can meet David in his skin-tight leotard backstage at a dance rehearsal. And, of course, Danny still searching for his first Oscar.
What about the twins...are they still part-time strippers?

I think it is a fantastic idea for a new series! And I hope you can help me with the guys’ jobs.

Here’s what we got so far (I’m excluding Logan because we don’t know if he will be with us after the Auditions):