Sammy the ball doctor: Treating Alex

 Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Featured in this story: Sammy and Alex (click for pictures)

“I guess it’s your turn today”, Chad grinned.

I grimaced. “Chad, you wouldn’t want to---“

“No way, man!” Chad shook his head. “No way.”

Today, we were filming another episode in our “Sammy the ball doctor” series.

“No way I’m gonna let that little devil get his hands on my junk today!” Chad said with a determined expression on his face. “Tonight, I’m going out with my new girlfriend. She’s a little shy and hasn’t let me in her panties, yet. But tonight’s the night…” He glanced at Sammy who winked at him. “And I’m not gonna let him trash my shit!”

Lanky skaterboy Sammy was sitting on a chair, wearing his white lab coat, with a stethoscope hanging around his neck. He was 18 years old, with red hair and green eyes, and cute freckles all over his face.

He looked at me with an impish grin. “I wouldn’t mind treating you…”

I smiled weakly.

Chad chuckled. “Well, let the little fucker have a little bit of fun with your nuts…”

An ordinary day at school (1)

Featured in this story: Leo, Sammy, Simon and Tristan (click for pictures)

“It feels a bit strange”, George said, smiling sheepishly.

The 23 year old actor was standing in the middle of the classroom, wearing blue trousers, a white shirt and a blue tie. He ran his hand through his big head of blond curls and added, “A couple of years ago, I went to this school.” He looked around the room. “This is where we had our geography classes…”

I smiled. “How did you get them to let us film in here?”

George shrugged. “Well, I asked my former teacher. I told her that we were filming an independent movie. She has seen a short film that I starred in.”

“Thanks for doing that”, I smiled.

George chuckled. “I hope she never finds out what we are doing…”

Simon was standing next to him, wearing similar clothes. His dark blond hair was neatly parted and his blue eyes sparkled with excitement. He adjusted his glasses and smiled at George.

I turned around and looked at my cameraman Chad who was setting up the camera.

It was a perfect setting for our second feature in our “Role play” series. We had placed fifteen seats in the room. They were occupied by a couple of our models. The twins were sitting next to Parker and Danny. Ben, Kev and Colin were there, too, along with Zach, Cal and Brandon.

The protagonists of the first part of our story were George, Simon and the skaterboys, though.

Shakeout – task 3: The mallets

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

Previous parts:
Crisis
Business
Meeting with the enemy
Task 1: The key
Task 2: The machine

I was sitting on the passenger seat of my cameraman Chad’s car. Outside, it was freezing cold. Snow was falling, covering the sidewalks and the house tops in white cotton candy. The noise of the town was muted by the snow, and everything looked peaceful and quiet.

I turned my head and looked at Parker. “Thanks for helping us.”

The 21 year old gymnast was wearing a camouflage anorak, a purple scarf and tight red jeans that were almost the same color as his dyed, flaming red hair.

“Sure”, he replied, smiling. “I hope I’ll do better than Ben.”

I nodded.

We were on our way to the warehouse. Warren, the owner of the website ballbustboys.com which shamelessly copied our plots and stole our members, had sent me a short email, asking us to be at the warehouse at 7 p.m. and to bring a model.

He had threatened us into competing in a series of twisted tasks. In the end, either Warren’s or my website would prevail, and continue to make videos. The loser would go offline.

Everything was on the line.

And it didn’t look very good for us.

One year

Wow - I can't believe it. I started this blog exactly 12 months ago. I almost missed the anniversary because I was busy writing new stories.

Well, I'd like to take a moment to thank all of you who contributed to this site. Your comments and your input have a great impact on all of my stories. And there is a great number of stories that originated in your fantasy and the basic ideas were yours.

Auditions, Ben's wrestling match, Big balls training camp, Brother knows best, Caught in the act, High kicks, Office vendetta, the On the job series, the One on one series, Richard and Paul, the Role play series, Shakeout, Soccer balls 2, The nutcracker prince, the Top trumps series and the characters of David, Brandon, Xander and Parker - all of them were your ideas. Thank you very much!

I'm rather busy at the moment, but I try to publish a story every other day. And - while December my be a bit tricky, with the holdays coming up - I promise that I'll keep on writing.

Frankly, I thought that I'd run out of ideas pretty quickly. I never imagined that I'd do this for such a long time...

I have written another post, where we can discuss your ideas and suggestions for the future in the comments section. If you have anything that might make a good story, let me know! Oh, and the One on one wish list could use a couple of new suggestions, too... :-))

Again, thank you all! Now, I'm gonna spend the rest of the day whistling happily and being proud of myself... :-))

Ideas and suggestions

You have an idea that might make a good story? Please let me know! Thanks!

One on one: Zach vs. Kev

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

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

Kev and Zach were sitting in the kitchen, smiling at me.

“Sorry”, I said. “Chad said he’ll be here any minute. He’s out shopping.”

Kev shrugged. The 20 year old jock was wearing grey sweat pants and a white t-shirt. He ran his hand through his brown hair and grinned, “I wouldn’t mind a soda.”

“Sure”, I said quickly and opened the fridge. “Coke?”

“Awsome”, Kev said.

“Same for you, Zach?” I asked.

Zach nodded.

Giving them the beverages, I sat down at the table.

There was a moment of silence while we all took a sip from our drinks.

Zach was 20 years old, just like Kev, with short blond hair, a handsome face and beautiful blue eyes. He was sitting with his legs spread apart, his left hand resting in his lap. His jeans were bulging at the crotch. From all the guys on our website, Zach had the most impressive equipment, a huge cock and a matching pair of fat nuts. And it looked like he had a boner right now. The outline of his dick – pointing to the right – and his extra large eggs was clearly visible. Absentmindedly, Zach ran the tip of his index finger over the head of his cock through the denim.

I wasn’ the only one who noticed.

Kev chuckled. “You horny?”

Charity Nutshot Festival – any thoughts?

I have to admit that I’m not at all happy with the Charity Nutshot Festival stories. It seemed a good idea at the time, but somehow it doesn’t work out the way I wanted it to… It’s one of the rare instances where I published the first (admittedly very lame) set-up without knowing where to go with it. And now I’m stuck…

Now I need your opinion: Do you want me to continue the story? Do you have any ideas that might be interesting? Or do you think that I should just move on? I’m not sure. I guess if I stop the story, there will be one final part to wrap things up…

What do you think?

One on one: Parker vs. David

Featured in this story: David and Parker (click for pictures)

“You are not serious, right?“ David said, looking at me.

The 19 year old was wearing black trousers and a black shirt that suited him very well. He had black leather shoes that looked shiny and new. His black hair was cut short. He was a very attractive young guy, with a handsome face and a hot body. As a professional dancer, David knew how to keep his body in shape. The only thing that tarnished the beautiful picture was the expression of utter disgust on David’s smooth face.

“You can’t be serious”, David repeated, shaking his head. “How long has it been since I last came here?”

I thought for a moment.

David continued shaking his head. “Two months?”

I shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t---“

David interrupted me. “And now that I come back – an act of helpfulness, mind you – you present me with… him?” He turned his head and looked at Parker.

Parker chuckled. He was two years older than David. While David’s clothes were strictly unicolored – I was pretty sure that even underwear was black… - Parker clearly didn’t believe in confining himself to choosing just one fraction of the color palette.

He was colorful from head to toe, from his dyed screaming red hair, to his tight yellow t-shirt with blue hems and a white and blue print on the front, to his skintight green jeans that did a very good job of advertising Parker’s genitals and a less good job of keeping his ass covered up as there was a large tear right below his left ass cheek, to his sneakers which were rather dirty and rather pink. Admittedly, the shoes made my eyes hurt.

To David, who thought of himself as a master of style and class, Parker looked like a clown from a bankrupt circus. That association wasn’t that far fetched, in fact, as Parker was an aerial gymnast, earning his living by swinging on trapezes and wrapping himself into vertical ropes.

Mails?

Today I received a couple of emails that were sent to me by a reader - in June! I don’t know why they didn’t reach me. Maybe it’s my email provider, maybe it’s the reader’s. Maybe it's the eternal mystery of the Unfathomable Web... I don't know if this is an isolated case or if there are any other emails that were sent but didn't make it to my mailbox (I did receive other lots of emails since June)...

I answer every email that I get. No exceptions. So if anybody sent me a mail and didn’t get a reply, please try to send it again or tell me in the comments section and I’ll provide you with another email address.

As you know, I value every idea and every suggestion. It’s what keeps me going. This blog would have been dead a long time ago if it wasn’t for your input and your feedback.

Shakeout – task 2: The machine

Warning: Can contain traces of cum. And it’s a quite brutal. Might not be everyone’s cup of tea…

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

Previous parts:
Crisis
Business
Meeting with the enemy
Task 1: The key

I looked at my watch. It was almost 7 p.m. “Fuck!”

My cameraman Chad was pacing the studio.

 “I told him to be here at half past six!” I said.

“Well, he isn’t here”, Chad mumbled.

“I know that”, I snapped. “Do you think we can make it to the warehouse in five minutes?”

Chad shook his head.

“Fuck!” I looked at my watch again. “We’ll be late.”

Suddenly, we heard footsteps on the stairs.

 “There he is”, I said quickly.

Chad and I raced down the stairs.

I almost ran into Ben who looked at me with a surprised expression on his face.