Jimmy's Found Video's #62

 

Jimmy’s Found Video’s 62

 

1). Soft ballbusting to get us going. Really hot.

A Safe Space for Balls Part 4: The Consequences Get Consequential wrriten by Harry

 

A Safe Space for Balls Part 4: 

The Consequences Get Consequential

 

written by Harry

 

A Safe Space for Balls

Part 4: The Consequences Get Consequential

 

Day 13: Aldo

 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

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

“Ahem.”

 

Bill cleared his throat softly as Aldo and Max high-fived. The Latino jock’s clapping echoed off the hard tiles and tall ceilings of the pool deck. His dark eyes were crying with laughter and he cupped his own speedo bulge in mock sympathy of how Max had just played Jayden. Neither of them paid much attention to Bill.  

 

“Pinche cabron!” Unlike Aldo, who regularly (and hopelessly) challenged guys who were stronger than him, Max had never shown such huevos before today. Max had just delivered the most ridiculous Consequences ever, and it came against one of the top jocks from their rival team.

 

Aldo watched Jayden re-tuck himself back inside his red Bartlett High team suit. His mirth dissipated a bit at the reminder. Whether in red speedo or red singlet, Jayden Gomez had always bested Aldo in competition. And no matter how hard Aldo trained—no matter how tight his abs popped or how much he practiced—he was perpetually a runner-up to Jayden. Or to his smug blonde boyfriend. 

 

“Grrrrr…” Aldo growled, dismissing thoughts of the team Captain and his ‘big balls’ from his mind. He might have been runner up again today, but at least he got to dish out The Consequences!

 

Aldo stalked forward, eyeing Jayden’s athletic form up and down. The mocha-skinned teen watched him warily. Jayden knew he was on the hook for more Consequences, and he did not expect his upstart rival to go easy on him. But he clenched his fists and stood his ground, prepared to take the worst Aldo could dish out.

 

“Ahem…ahem,” Bill cleared his throat again, and Aldo glanced over his shoulder.

 

“What, chico?”

 

“What are you going to do to him?” Bill asked. He was trying to sound bored, but his words rushed out quickly, betraying his excitement. 

 

Aldo shrugged. “Kick him in the balls, I guess?” He wasn’t the most creative guy; he was just happy to be on the winning side for once. He stepped back to get a running start.

 

Jimmy's Found Video's #61

 

Jimmy’s Found Video’s #61

 

1). Rock, paper, scissors...nuts!

Flirting with Diaster written by Reg

 

Flirting with Disaster

 

By Reg

 

 

“FUCK, YEAH !!!” Ben roared in triumph as he brutally slammed his opponent’s hand down against the arm-wrestling table.

A crowd of spectators roared and cheered wildly as Ben leapt to his feet and started flexing his eye-popping muscles. The big stud beamed, raising his eyes to the heavens as he basked in the crowd’s adoration. He could feel the power emanating from his beautiful body and once again he felt invincible, like a god among men, like …like Hercules!  

Behind him, Colin slumped dejectedly on the table rubbing his defeated arm muscles. The sandy-blond jock scowled and rolled his eyes as he watched his cocky room-mate shamelessly posing to the crowd. Colin was slightly shorter than Ben but he had a similar, sporty physique with a muscular upper body that tapered down to his narrow waist. Unlike Ben, he tried to keep a cool, understated demeanor and girls seemed to flock to be with the unassuming hunk. Colin really hated losing to a narcissistic jerk like Ben but as usual he managed to bite his tongue and ignore Ben’s jibes.

At least it was some consolation for Colin that he had not gone down without a fight. He had even managed to keep Ben on the back foot for most of the match and he chuckled as he recalled the disbelieving look on Ben’s face as his over-hyped biceps struggled to live up to all his big talk. In the end Ben’s unlimited self-belief had helped him to power into the final round but Colin had a sneaky suspicion his celebrations would be short lived.

The arm-wrestling contest was taking place in the local park, promoting a new gym in town. Ben had seen the event advertised some weeks earlier and quickly signed himself up. The winner’s prize was certainly attractive: a year’s free membership at the swankiest gym in town! But better still was the excuse to flaunt his sexy muscles at all the hot girls in the park! He began training in earnest to make sure his biceps looked utterly irresistible and at night he dreamt of all the big busted chicks that would cheer him on to victory. He could picture them gasping and drooling at the sight of his incredible muscles, all ready to line up for a gang-bang with the big macho stud!

Ben’s victory was all but guaranteed!

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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Jimmy's Found Video's #60

 

Jimmy’s Found Video’s #60

 

1). Five video's all dedicated to this guy!

A Kramtoad Story: Brawl: Arman's Day by an Anonymous Kramtoad Writer

 

Brawl

Arman’s Day

 

By an Anonymous Kramtoad Writer

 

 

 Dear Ballbusting Boys community,

I saved a copy of this story from a long time ago back when it was on Kramtoad. I edited it a bit, but I wanted to share this one. Hope you enjoy, and if you are the author please let me know so that I can credit you if you wish.

Jimmy    

 12-year old Arman and 11-year old Juan were quarreling for weeks. The two boys had never liked each other and they were in two different "gangs". No real gangs, just groups of boys who played together.

            Then, on a hot summer’s day, they decided to finally fight it out. The fight would not end before not one of them passed out. They met at the end of Essex Street on a small square facing the houses of their parents and friends. The neighbor kids all came watching, boys and girls ranging from six to fifteen years in age.

            Pedro, who was ten and one of Juan’s buddies, and Bill, a 13-year old friend of Arman, would film the whole fight with their video cameras and show it on the net. Arman, who was a little short for his age, was a skinny kid with long, slender legs. He could outrun all kids of his grade and some of the older ones, too. His blond hair was longer than usual and sometimes fell into his face. For the fight he was wearing nothing but his skater pants.

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.

 

Jimmy's Found Video's #59

Jimmy’s Found Video’s #59

 

1). Taking Turns is important!

Baby Blues written by Jimmy

 

           

Dear Ballbusting Boy Community,

I wrote this years ago. If I find the follow-up story I will post that too! Don't judge this one too badly, I wrote it when I was seventeen.

 

Jimmy

 

Baby Blues

Jimmy

 

My first day at wrestling camp this summer was as expected; not fun. I hate kids my own age and I was stuck with a whole bunch of juvenile delinquents. “It’s my own fault,” at least that’s what my father told me. I was pissed off of at my younger brother again. He stole my leather jacket to impress some boy that he was dating. And the little brat spilt coffee all over it. When Francisco came home reeking of stale coffee and milk and I saw the stain upon my jacket, I just lost it.

 “You loser,” I bellowed. I tore my favorite jacket off of his scrawny shoulders. He actually laughed in my face, and shoved me. I took another step towards him angered that he had touched me, and I found out how powerful a bony knee could be forced between my thighs. I let out a force gasp, and my brother laughed again and brought his knee backwards and forwards as he drove home. My nuts banged hard against my pelvic bone as my body became limp and slumped up against his chest. I involuntarily groaned and closed my eyes, Francisco nailed me for a third time with his kneecap and I saw stars as my legs gave out and I fell to my knees. My hands desperately tried to find my nuts but Francisco got there first and punted me in my bulging ball sac. “Damn you,” I whispered my balls aching more than they ever have before.