Friday, October 9, 2009
Fall Preview
I've taken the last few months off from writing new stories but now I am back on track. Thanks to all of you who showed continued interest in the blog. I should be posting my next story in the next week with more to follow. For now, I have attached pics to some of the guys that will be featured in some of the future BB stories. Enjoy, and keep posted.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Poll Results: Who is your favorite ball buster?
56 people voted in the polls and these are the results:
Top M/M Ball Busters:
(42%) Eric (Jake's Roommate)
(25%) Tony (HS Wrestler)
(21%) Ken (Jared's HS Freind)
Top F/M Ball Busters:
(38%) Jessica (BB bitch)
(30%) Sara (BF's beware!)
(15%) Marie (Jess' Lil' Sis)
I think it's safe to say that all of these ball busters will be making another appearance, in addition to some new characters in the next few months.
Thanks to everyone who participated in these polls and keep posted!
Top M/M Ball Busters:
(42%) Eric (Jake's Roommate)
(25%) Tony (HS Wrestler)
(21%) Ken (Jared's HS Freind)
Top F/M Ball Busters:
(38%) Jessica (BB bitch)
(30%) Sara (BF's beware!)
(15%) Marie (Jess' Lil' Sis)
I think it's safe to say that all of these ball busters will be making another appearance, in addition to some new characters in the next few months.
Thanks to everyone who participated in these polls and keep posted!
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Jessica's Origins as a Ballbuster - Part II
The day after Jessica's run in with Harris did not look like it was going to be good. She had avoided Alexa's phone calls the night before because she didn't know what to say. Though she doubted Harris had told anyone about their encounter, Jessica new her friend would want to know what had happened and why she had fled from the house. Of course Harris had lied to Alexa, claiming that Jessica had run out after an unsuccessful attempt to seduce him had failed - but it didn't matter. Alexa had a way of extracting the truth out of her. She couldn't avoid her forever, it was only a matter of time.
Though she had managed to stay clear of her calls at home, there was no way Jessica could avoid Alexa in school - they shared half their classes together. Eventually Jessica would have to explain why she had left Alexa's house and why she had avoided her phone calls. The first two semesters went by quickly without incident, but third period was calculus. Jessica got there first, scanning the desks she walked to the back of the class and took her seat. She fished her textbook out of her bag and when she looked up Alexa was there, staring her down.
"What's wrong?" Alexa asked.
"Nothing, why would you-"
"Why didn't you call me back last night?" Alexa cut her off. "I was worried, Harris said you told him you liked him, and then you left?"
Jessica shook her head disdainfully. "That's not how it happened."
The second bell rang signaling the start of class. Alexa looked around, the rest of their classmates were already in their seats and copying down the assignment on the board. She turned back to her friend. "You're not mad at me are you?"
"No," Jessica whispered. "I'm sorry I didn't call you back it's . . ."
"I stayed up all night waiting!" Alexa folded her arms across her chest.
Jessica scanned the room but the teacher still had her back turned to them. "I'm sorry, I couldn't - it's complicated, do we have to do this now?"
"Fine, but we're gonna talk." Alexa frowned and took her seat.
For the rest of the day Jessica did her best to avoid the topic. Most of the time was spent in class, giving them only a few moments in between for conversation - but lunch had been the worse. Alexa scrutinized her, leaving Jessica feeling like she was under cross-examination. In the end she lied and told her friend that the reason she had run out was because she got her period and she felt embarrassed. Alexa sensed the lie immediately, but the bell for afternoon classes rang before she had time to press the matter further.
By the end of the day Alexa was fuming and cornered Jessica at her locker. "What's going on, why are you acting so strange and lying to me?" She stormed.
"I'm not." Jessica tried to sound convincing.
"Yes you are!" Alexa shouted back at her. "What happened yesterday?"
Jessica shook her head and slammed her locker shut. "I can't . . ." Her words trailed off.
"Of course you can, you're my best friend." Her cheeks remained red, but Alexa managed to soften her voice. Then after a pause she asked, "It's Harris, isn't it?"
Jessica stared down and nodded her head. Half a sob squeaked out before she swallowed it down. "It's not what you think, at least it's not what he said . . ."
Jessica buried her head in her hands and began to cry. Forgetting her anger, Alexa hugged her friend. Jessica hugged her back and weeped on her shoulder. Once she collected herself, the two friends walked out behind the school and settled down on an empty picnic table. Then Jessica told her friend everything, about her long standing secret crush on her brother, the way he looked at her the night before, how he came on to her and practically stripped naked, and how he humiliated her.
"That piece of shit!" Alexa whispered furiously. "He can't treat you like that and get away with it."
"Oh he didn't get off scott free." Jessica smiled. "I kneed him in the crotch a few times before I left."
"Oooooh, I bet he didn't like that." Alexa joked imagining her brother prostrate on the floor.
"Not a bit." Jessica winked.
"Good! He deserved it." Alexa laughed.
"You're not mad?" Jessica asked.
Alexa looked back at her friend perplexed. "Are you serious? You saw the way he treated you, that's how he treats everyone - always has. He'll do anything to make himself feel or look good, whether or not it hurts someone else."
"Oh." It was a side of Harris that Jessica had never seen, or perhaps she had never noticed it. For the majority of her life she had looked up to Harris and immortalized him, blinding herself from what Alexa had seen all along.
"I'm going to go home and confront him. He can't just do whatever he wants." Alexa got up and stormed away. "You coming?" She shouted behind her. Jessica scrambled with her things and chased after her friend.
They reached Alexa's house and walked around to the back. "Guess he's home." Jessica said they walked past the faded blue '97 Honda in the driveway. They came through the back door and dumped their bags down on the kitchen table. The downstairs was empty. Climbing the stairs, the heard distinct sounds of a video game blaring from one of the rooms above.
When they reached Harris' room they found him lounging on his futon playing Xbox. He was wearing the same thing he had woken up in, an old T-shirt and nylon mesh shorts. "Hey," he said looking up at his sister momentarily before continuing on with his game. He didn't even glance in Jessica's direction.
Alexa turned back to her friend but Jessica shrugged. Alexa entered the room and knelt down next to her brother and pretended to watch the game. "How's it going?"
"Fine. What do you want?" Harris asked with his eyes fixed on the screen.
"Nothing really, I just wanted to talk." Alexa replied innocently.
"Not now, I'm busy." He said abruptly.
"Yeah I can see that," Alexa replied in a sarcastic tone.
"Come on, scram." Harris said dismissively.
Alexa looked back at Jessica and winked to make sure she was watching before she turned back to her brother. Harris was ignoring her, sitting back with his legs partially spread. His shorts were loose and bulky, but even they couldn't mask his impressive bulge. Alexa focused on it for a moment and balled her hand into a tight fist. She closed her eyes and thought back to childhood, as far as she could think, reliving each cruelty she had suffered by the hand of her brother. Something caught Harris' attention when she opened her eyes and he saw the fierce determination the burned in her pupils.
"What?" He asked quizzically.
Alexa said nothing in response, instead she swung her fist in an arch and smashed it into Harris' groin like a hammer. The soft impact of her hand told her she had scored a direct hit.
Harris dropped the controller out of his hand and curled up into a ball. "What was that for?" He coughed.
"That? It's for being such an asshole all my life." Alexa looked back at her friend. "It's for Jess too."
"What are you talking about?" He moaned as he rocked back. He looked at Jessica and scowled. "She came on to me!"
"You lying shit!" Alexa screamed and tackled her brother. The two tussled back and forth on the floor, but Harris' superior size and strength won out as he fought to his feet. Harris held Alexa fast, making sure to protect his groin from her attacks as he pushed her towards the door. Alexa fought savagely, arms flailing and teeth biting, she twisted and squirmed in her brother's grasp.
Having watched the confrontation between brother and sister up to this point, Jessica snuck up behind Harris and in one quick motion she pulled his nylon shorts down in one swipe. Harris was sporting a pair of tight clinging gray boxer briefs that hugged his crotch in the front and butt in the rear.
Harris became disoriented, giving Alexa an opening to duck and twist out of his grasp. Alexa wheeled away and turned back on her brother, waiting for him to charge, but Harris' shorts were still around his ankles and nearly made him stumble. With his guard temporarily down, Alexa sprung into action - she leapt forward and aimed for the conspicuously large bulge in his underwear.
Harris yelped as his sister's shoe crunched up into his nuts with a loud thud, leaving the 20-year old stunned and speechless. The pain was there immediately, only a few seconds before the all too familiar ache seeped out of his afflicted testicles. Before his brain could even finish processing this, Alexa followed up with another vicious kick to the groin. Once again Harris' tightly packed gonads took the full brunt of the blow and were crushed by his sister's instep. The room began spinning and Harris shrieked several octaves above his normal speaking voice as he collapsed on the floor. His face contorted in agony as the first waves of nausea hit his stomach - bring on another level of misery.
Both girls giggled while Harris groaned and rolled around on the floor. He seethed with anger at what they'd done to him and he swore to himself that he would get them back; however, revenge would have to wait. Harris' strength was sapped and his balls felt like they were on fire.
"Awww, poor Harris." Jessica mocked. If is eyes weren't shut she would have seen the rage that was there, but it mattered little - there wasn't much he could do about it at the moment.
"Grab his arms, will you?" Alexa instructed her friend. Jessica did as she was asked, pulling Harris' hands away from his crotch, she locked her hands around his wrists and pulled them up over his head. Harris groaned but did not fight, distracted by the nauseousness and cramping in his stomach. Alexa pushed Harris onto his back and grabbed his ankles.
"I've always wanted to try this!" Alexa giggled. She lifted Harris' legs and spread them apart, exposing her brother's boxer clad crotch. In a classic 'hickory nut crunch' style move, Alexa stomped her heel down into her brother's groin, mashing his spuds hard against his his pubic bone. Harris screamed and strained against Jessica's grip as his nuts were trampled under Alexa's shoe. In desperation to fight his way free free, he bucked his body in an attempt to dislodge his sister's crushing heel - but it was no use. Alexa quickly compensated and pumped Harris' groin harder until he wore himself out and everything became dark. Laughing and giggling, Alexa and Jessica left him on the floor and walked out of the room.
Harris didn't know how long he laid there unconscious, it could have only been a few minutes or hours. He sat up with a groan and cupped his aching balls. Why had Alexa attacked him? Perhaps he hadn't been the best brother, but he hadn't done anything to her to deserve this - and then the answer came to him - Jessica. Somewhere deep down he had felt some measure of guilt for the previous night, but those feelings had been swept away by self-righteous anger. He may have been wrong, but Alexa's reaction was out of line.
Just then he heard movement across the hall. Harris sat quietly and listened and heard the same noise again - there was someone else still upstairs. He looked at the time, not quite 6:00, it was still to early for either of his parents to come home. Harris crawled to the door and opened it a crack. From his room he could see Alexa in her room with her back turned to him. He opened the door wider and scanned the hallway, but it was empty. Harris opened the door and creeped out into the hall, pausing to listen - the silence verified that they were alone. From the door Harris bolted towards Alexa and knocked her to the floor with a crash.
Alexa screamed and fought back, but Harris easily pinned her down. Having already learned his lesson once, he made sure to hold her wrists with his hands while wedging his thick muscled legs between hers, making it impossible for her to knee him in the groin. With a look of smug superiority he looked down at Alexa as she stared back at him defiantly.
"I bet you thought you were pretty funny back there, catching me when my guard was down." Harris said confidently.
"Get off!!!" Alexa shrieked as Harris grinned.
"Oh no, you play dirty." Harris spit, hitting his sister just above the eye. "So now I get to play dirty." The look of fear in his sister's eyes was there for only an instant, but it confirmed what he already new - he was in control and she couldn't do anything about it.
While preoccupied with his easily won victory, Harris failed to notice the Jessica's silhouette in the doorway. She had heard the commotion from the bathroom and ran to Alexa's room only to find her trapped under Harris' hulking frame. Jessica's first thought was to kick Harris' groin from behind, but that plan was ditched when she saw the narrow gap between his thighs. As soon as he sensed the danger he might lock his legs and protect himself, thereby blowing any chance of surprise.
After a moment's pause Jessica slipped into the room on cat paws as she crept up behind them. As she approached Jessica noticed Harris was still only wearing his underwear and how his package invitingly dangled below. Standing just behind him Jessica met her friend's gaze for a moment, then she knelt down and plunged her hand up into Harris' boxers.
The wide smile on Harris' face quickly melted away along with his confidence as he felt a pair of icy cold fingers wrap around his nuts. He looked down at his own hands to verify that he still held his sister's wrists, yet . . . his mind raced and confusion set in as Jessica fondled and squeezed his large, round balls. Harris gasped and squeezed his eyes shut to the pain.
A wide grin stretched across Alexa's face when she peaked down to see Jessica's hand buried into her brother's shorts. When she looked back up she met Harris' blank eyes as they seemed to stare right through her. He grimaced and panted as he silently bore the pain, lost in his own world.
Jessica tugged on Harris' nutsac and dragged two meaty balls out through the leg of his underwear.
"Oooo," Alexa cooed in mock sympathy as Jessica wrung his sac like a wet towel. She patted Harris' shoulder. "That looks a bit uncomfortable."
Harris curled his lip back but said nothing.
"Nahhh," Jessica played along, "Harris likes to play it rough."
Alexa's gaze shifted back down and she watched silently as Jessica played with her brother's fat balls in her delicate hand. Each jerk and yank played havoc on his reproductive organs and brought him closer to the verge of crying.
"Hey Jess, you might want to go easy on those family jewels. Harris looks like he might faint!" Alexa laughed.
"Well we can't have that!" Jessica giggled as she squeezed Harris' testicles together.
Harris swallowed hard to fight back the taste of bile that began to enter the back of his mouth. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his face had turned beet red.
After Jessica palmed Harris' baby-makers for a while longer she began to grow bored. "You want to have turn?" She asked her friend.
"Yes! I thought you'd never ask!" Alexa squealed.
Jessica nodded and pulled back on Harris' nutsac like they were the reigns of a bucking horse. Harris wailed, rearing up on his knees and grabbed at his aching nuts - but he moved to slowly. Seemingly out of no where, Alexa's kneecap came rocketing up and collided with her brother's tender ball flesh. Harris' eyes rolled back and he slumped to the floor with a crash.
"I think he's out." Jessica said as she stood.
"Yeah, looks like it. Help me get him back in to his room."
Alexa grabbed one arm while Jessica grabbed the other and together they dragged Harris across the hallway. Once they dropped him back on his futon Alexa turned to leave while Jessica knelt down over the sleeping boy. Reaching out she gently massaged Harris' exposed testicles.
"Are they OK?" Alexa asked from the doorway.
Jessica rolled Harris' balls around in her hand before speaking. "Yes, they're alright. His nuts are red and swollen, and they'll probably be sore for a while, but I think he'll be fine."
Alexa nodded and stared down at her brother for a moment. "Come on, we should leave."
Jessica slipped Harris' gonads back into his underwear. "Don't want to be leaving these out." She smiled. "What are you going to tell your parents?"
Alexa shrugged. "He can explain for himself if he wants."
"Probably not." Jessica replied as she looked back at Harris.
"Come on let's find something to eat, I'm starving." Alexa pushed Jessica out into the hall and closed the door behind her.
Though she had managed to stay clear of her calls at home, there was no way Jessica could avoid Alexa in school - they shared half their classes together. Eventually Jessica would have to explain why she had left Alexa's house and why she had avoided her phone calls. The first two semesters went by quickly without incident, but third period was calculus. Jessica got there first, scanning the desks she walked to the back of the class and took her seat. She fished her textbook out of her bag and when she looked up Alexa was there, staring her down.
"What's wrong?" Alexa asked.
"Nothing, why would you-"
"Why didn't you call me back last night?" Alexa cut her off. "I was worried, Harris said you told him you liked him, and then you left?"
Jessica shook her head disdainfully. "That's not how it happened."
The second bell rang signaling the start of class. Alexa looked around, the rest of their classmates were already in their seats and copying down the assignment on the board. She turned back to her friend. "You're not mad at me are you?"
"No," Jessica whispered. "I'm sorry I didn't call you back it's . . ."
"I stayed up all night waiting!" Alexa folded her arms across her chest.
Jessica scanned the room but the teacher still had her back turned to them. "I'm sorry, I couldn't - it's complicated, do we have to do this now?"
"Fine, but we're gonna talk." Alexa frowned and took her seat.
For the rest of the day Jessica did her best to avoid the topic. Most of the time was spent in class, giving them only a few moments in between for conversation - but lunch had been the worse. Alexa scrutinized her, leaving Jessica feeling like she was under cross-examination. In the end she lied and told her friend that the reason she had run out was because she got her period and she felt embarrassed. Alexa sensed the lie immediately, but the bell for afternoon classes rang before she had time to press the matter further.
By the end of the day Alexa was fuming and cornered Jessica at her locker. "What's going on, why are you acting so strange and lying to me?" She stormed.
"I'm not." Jessica tried to sound convincing.
"Yes you are!" Alexa shouted back at her. "What happened yesterday?"
Jessica shook her head and slammed her locker shut. "I can't . . ." Her words trailed off.
"Of course you can, you're my best friend." Her cheeks remained red, but Alexa managed to soften her voice. Then after a pause she asked, "It's Harris, isn't it?"
Jessica stared down and nodded her head. Half a sob squeaked out before she swallowed it down. "It's not what you think, at least it's not what he said . . ."
Jessica buried her head in her hands and began to cry. Forgetting her anger, Alexa hugged her friend. Jessica hugged her back and weeped on her shoulder. Once she collected herself, the two friends walked out behind the school and settled down on an empty picnic table. Then Jessica told her friend everything, about her long standing secret crush on her brother, the way he looked at her the night before, how he came on to her and practically stripped naked, and how he humiliated her.
"That piece of shit!" Alexa whispered furiously. "He can't treat you like that and get away with it."
"Oh he didn't get off scott free." Jessica smiled. "I kneed him in the crotch a few times before I left."
"Oooooh, I bet he didn't like that." Alexa joked imagining her brother prostrate on the floor.
"Not a bit." Jessica winked.
"Good! He deserved it." Alexa laughed.
"You're not mad?" Jessica asked.
Alexa looked back at her friend perplexed. "Are you serious? You saw the way he treated you, that's how he treats everyone - always has. He'll do anything to make himself feel or look good, whether or not it hurts someone else."
"Oh." It was a side of Harris that Jessica had never seen, or perhaps she had never noticed it. For the majority of her life she had looked up to Harris and immortalized him, blinding herself from what Alexa had seen all along.
"I'm going to go home and confront him. He can't just do whatever he wants." Alexa got up and stormed away. "You coming?" She shouted behind her. Jessica scrambled with her things and chased after her friend.
They reached Alexa's house and walked around to the back. "Guess he's home." Jessica said they walked past the faded blue '97 Honda in the driveway. They came through the back door and dumped their bags down on the kitchen table. The downstairs was empty. Climbing the stairs, the heard distinct sounds of a video game blaring from one of the rooms above.
When they reached Harris' room they found him lounging on his futon playing Xbox. He was wearing the same thing he had woken up in, an old T-shirt and nylon mesh shorts. "Hey," he said looking up at his sister momentarily before continuing on with his game. He didn't even glance in Jessica's direction.
Alexa turned back to her friend but Jessica shrugged. Alexa entered the room and knelt down next to her brother and pretended to watch the game. "How's it going?"
"Fine. What do you want?" Harris asked with his eyes fixed on the screen.
"Nothing really, I just wanted to talk." Alexa replied innocently.
"Not now, I'm busy." He said abruptly.
"Yeah I can see that," Alexa replied in a sarcastic tone.
"Come on, scram." Harris said dismissively.
Alexa looked back at Jessica and winked to make sure she was watching before she turned back to her brother. Harris was ignoring her, sitting back with his legs partially spread. His shorts were loose and bulky, but even they couldn't mask his impressive bulge. Alexa focused on it for a moment and balled her hand into a tight fist. She closed her eyes and thought back to childhood, as far as she could think, reliving each cruelty she had suffered by the hand of her brother. Something caught Harris' attention when she opened her eyes and he saw the fierce determination the burned in her pupils.
"What?" He asked quizzically.
Alexa said nothing in response, instead she swung her fist in an arch and smashed it into Harris' groin like a hammer. The soft impact of her hand told her she had scored a direct hit.
Harris dropped the controller out of his hand and curled up into a ball. "What was that for?" He coughed.
"That? It's for being such an asshole all my life." Alexa looked back at her friend. "It's for Jess too."
"What are you talking about?" He moaned as he rocked back. He looked at Jessica and scowled. "She came on to me!"
"You lying shit!" Alexa screamed and tackled her brother. The two tussled back and forth on the floor, but Harris' superior size and strength won out as he fought to his feet. Harris held Alexa fast, making sure to protect his groin from her attacks as he pushed her towards the door. Alexa fought savagely, arms flailing and teeth biting, she twisted and squirmed in her brother's grasp.
Having watched the confrontation between brother and sister up to this point, Jessica snuck up behind Harris and in one quick motion she pulled his nylon shorts down in one swipe. Harris was sporting a pair of tight clinging gray boxer briefs that hugged his crotch in the front and butt in the rear.
Harris became disoriented, giving Alexa an opening to duck and twist out of his grasp. Alexa wheeled away and turned back on her brother, waiting for him to charge, but Harris' shorts were still around his ankles and nearly made him stumble. With his guard temporarily down, Alexa sprung into action - she leapt forward and aimed for the conspicuously large bulge in his underwear.
Harris yelped as his sister's shoe crunched up into his nuts with a loud thud, leaving the 20-year old stunned and speechless. The pain was there immediately, only a few seconds before the all too familiar ache seeped out of his afflicted testicles. Before his brain could even finish processing this, Alexa followed up with another vicious kick to the groin. Once again Harris' tightly packed gonads took the full brunt of the blow and were crushed by his sister's instep. The room began spinning and Harris shrieked several octaves above his normal speaking voice as he collapsed on the floor. His face contorted in agony as the first waves of nausea hit his stomach - bring on another level of misery.
Both girls giggled while Harris groaned and rolled around on the floor. He seethed with anger at what they'd done to him and he swore to himself that he would get them back; however, revenge would have to wait. Harris' strength was sapped and his balls felt like they were on fire.
"Awww, poor Harris." Jessica mocked. If is eyes weren't shut she would have seen the rage that was there, but it mattered little - there wasn't much he could do about it at the moment.
"Grab his arms, will you?" Alexa instructed her friend. Jessica did as she was asked, pulling Harris' hands away from his crotch, she locked her hands around his wrists and pulled them up over his head. Harris groaned but did not fight, distracted by the nauseousness and cramping in his stomach. Alexa pushed Harris onto his back and grabbed his ankles.
"I've always wanted to try this!" Alexa giggled. She lifted Harris' legs and spread them apart, exposing her brother's boxer clad crotch. In a classic 'hickory nut crunch' style move, Alexa stomped her heel down into her brother's groin, mashing his spuds hard against his his pubic bone. Harris screamed and strained against Jessica's grip as his nuts were trampled under Alexa's shoe. In desperation to fight his way free free, he bucked his body in an attempt to dislodge his sister's crushing heel - but it was no use. Alexa quickly compensated and pumped Harris' groin harder until he wore himself out and everything became dark. Laughing and giggling, Alexa and Jessica left him on the floor and walked out of the room.
Harris didn't know how long he laid there unconscious, it could have only been a few minutes or hours. He sat up with a groan and cupped his aching balls. Why had Alexa attacked him? Perhaps he hadn't been the best brother, but he hadn't done anything to her to deserve this - and then the answer came to him - Jessica. Somewhere deep down he had felt some measure of guilt for the previous night, but those feelings had been swept away by self-righteous anger. He may have been wrong, but Alexa's reaction was out of line.
Just then he heard movement across the hall. Harris sat quietly and listened and heard the same noise again - there was someone else still upstairs. He looked at the time, not quite 6:00, it was still to early for either of his parents to come home. Harris crawled to the door and opened it a crack. From his room he could see Alexa in her room with her back turned to him. He opened the door wider and scanned the hallway, but it was empty. Harris opened the door and creeped out into the hall, pausing to listen - the silence verified that they were alone. From the door Harris bolted towards Alexa and knocked her to the floor with a crash.
Alexa screamed and fought back, but Harris easily pinned her down. Having already learned his lesson once, he made sure to hold her wrists with his hands while wedging his thick muscled legs between hers, making it impossible for her to knee him in the groin. With a look of smug superiority he looked down at Alexa as she stared back at him defiantly.
"I bet you thought you were pretty funny back there, catching me when my guard was down." Harris said confidently.
"Get off!!!" Alexa shrieked as Harris grinned.
"Oh no, you play dirty." Harris spit, hitting his sister just above the eye. "So now I get to play dirty." The look of fear in his sister's eyes was there for only an instant, but it confirmed what he already new - he was in control and she couldn't do anything about it.
While preoccupied with his easily won victory, Harris failed to notice the Jessica's silhouette in the doorway. She had heard the commotion from the bathroom and ran to Alexa's room only to find her trapped under Harris' hulking frame. Jessica's first thought was to kick Harris' groin from behind, but that plan was ditched when she saw the narrow gap between his thighs. As soon as he sensed the danger he might lock his legs and protect himself, thereby blowing any chance of surprise.
After a moment's pause Jessica slipped into the room on cat paws as she crept up behind them. As she approached Jessica noticed Harris was still only wearing his underwear and how his package invitingly dangled below. Standing just behind him Jessica met her friend's gaze for a moment, then she knelt down and plunged her hand up into Harris' boxers.
The wide smile on Harris' face quickly melted away along with his confidence as he felt a pair of icy cold fingers wrap around his nuts. He looked down at his own hands to verify that he still held his sister's wrists, yet . . . his mind raced and confusion set in as Jessica fondled and squeezed his large, round balls. Harris gasped and squeezed his eyes shut to the pain.
A wide grin stretched across Alexa's face when she peaked down to see Jessica's hand buried into her brother's shorts. When she looked back up she met Harris' blank eyes as they seemed to stare right through her. He grimaced and panted as he silently bore the pain, lost in his own world.
Jessica tugged on Harris' nutsac and dragged two meaty balls out through the leg of his underwear.
"Oooo," Alexa cooed in mock sympathy as Jessica wrung his sac like a wet towel. She patted Harris' shoulder. "That looks a bit uncomfortable."
Harris curled his lip back but said nothing.
"Nahhh," Jessica played along, "Harris likes to play it rough."
Alexa's gaze shifted back down and she watched silently as Jessica played with her brother's fat balls in her delicate hand. Each jerk and yank played havoc on his reproductive organs and brought him closer to the verge of crying.
"Hey Jess, you might want to go easy on those family jewels. Harris looks like he might faint!" Alexa laughed.
"Well we can't have that!" Jessica giggled as she squeezed Harris' testicles together.
Harris swallowed hard to fight back the taste of bile that began to enter the back of his mouth. Sweat glistened on his forehead and his face had turned beet red.
After Jessica palmed Harris' baby-makers for a while longer she began to grow bored. "You want to have turn?" She asked her friend.
"Yes! I thought you'd never ask!" Alexa squealed.
Jessica nodded and pulled back on Harris' nutsac like they were the reigns of a bucking horse. Harris wailed, rearing up on his knees and grabbed at his aching nuts - but he moved to slowly. Seemingly out of no where, Alexa's kneecap came rocketing up and collided with her brother's tender ball flesh. Harris' eyes rolled back and he slumped to the floor with a crash.
"I think he's out." Jessica said as she stood.
"Yeah, looks like it. Help me get him back in to his room."
Alexa grabbed one arm while Jessica grabbed the other and together they dragged Harris across the hallway. Once they dropped him back on his futon Alexa turned to leave while Jessica knelt down over the sleeping boy. Reaching out she gently massaged Harris' exposed testicles.
"Are they OK?" Alexa asked from the doorway.
Jessica rolled Harris' balls around in her hand before speaking. "Yes, they're alright. His nuts are red and swollen, and they'll probably be sore for a while, but I think he'll be fine."
Alexa nodded and stared down at her brother for a moment. "Come on, we should leave."
Jessica slipped Harris' gonads back into his underwear. "Don't want to be leaving these out." She smiled. "What are you going to tell your parents?"
Alexa shrugged. "He can explain for himself if he wants."
"Probably not." Jessica replied as she looked back at Harris.
"Come on let's find something to eat, I'm starving." Alexa pushed Jessica out into the hall and closed the door behind her.
- Harris from Sean Cody -
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Poll Results: What is your favorite method of BB?
73 people voted and these are the results:
(12%) Kicks
(14%) Knees
(14%) Stomps
(19%) Punches
(33%) Squeezes
(07%) Bites
(02%) Other
Thanks for everyone who participated in the poll! The top method of BB preferred looks like squeezes (mine too, if you haven't noticed). When I included an 'Other' category, I wasn't sure what people were thing of when they checked it. If you have some other forms of BB not mentioned here, please share!!!!
The last weeks of April were insane for me, not giving me a lot of time to write; however, now that things have dialed back at work I have resumed writing. I have multiple projects that need to be completed, but I am always on the look out for new ideas! Please feel free to share your thoughts in the comments section, or if you are shy you can email me directly. Also, make sure you take part in the two new polls and tell me who is your favorite Ball Buster.
I'm happy to see the traffic coming to the blog pick up as the site grows. To newcomers, welcome - and to the rest of you, thank you for your support!
(12%) Kicks
(14%) Knees
(14%) Stomps
(19%) Punches
(33%) Squeezes
(07%) Bites
(02%) Other
Thanks for everyone who participated in the poll! The top method of BB preferred looks like squeezes (mine too, if you haven't noticed). When I included an 'Other' category, I wasn't sure what people were thing of when they checked it. If you have some other forms of BB not mentioned here, please share!!!!
The last weeks of April were insane for me, not giving me a lot of time to write; however, now that things have dialed back at work I have resumed writing. I have multiple projects that need to be completed, but I am always on the look out for new ideas! Please feel free to share your thoughts in the comments section, or if you are shy you can email me directly. Also, make sure you take part in the two new polls and tell me who is your favorite Ball Buster.
I'm happy to see the traffic coming to the blog pick up as the site grows. To newcomers, welcome - and to the rest of you, thank you for your support!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Eric and Jake College Buddies Series: The Roommates' Night In
Three weeks had gone by since that fateful night that Eric had busted and milked his roommate's big, beautiful balls while he slept. The next day Jake had even confessed a mysterious ache in his nuts and had done the unexpected - he asked Eric to check them out for himself. With some quick thinking on Eric's part, he managed to convince Jake into letting him kick his swollen balls in a vein attempt to ease the pain. Of course, the low blow did little to ease Jake's discomfort, and yet the experience seemed to have altered their friendship. Eric noticed it almost immediately and welcomed the change. After being exposed in a moment of weakness, Jake seemed to drop his guard with Eric. His distant, aloof manner faded away and was replaced by a friendly, and even cheerful disposition.
Being the hot, muscled stud that he was, he never hung out with guys like Eric - but even that changed. They started going out for meals together and hung out on the weekends. Jake had even asked Eric to come out with him and hit the clubs. Eric genuinely enjoyed spending time with Jake, despite their lack of common interests.
After spending hours in the campus library, Eric packed up his things and headed back to the dorm. On his way back he stopped by the dining hall for a late dinner, but they had already closed for the night. Grumbling to himself, he walked home with a rumbling stomach.
When Eric made it back to the room, he inserted his key only to find the door was already unlocked. When he opened the door, he found Jake sitting on his bed next to a 12-pack of Bud Light talking to a short brown haired kid sitting in his chair. Jake was still wearing the T-shirt and sweat pants Eric had seen him in earlier that day.
"Hi," Eric said as he walked in and placed his book bag on the desk.
"Hey Eric, where've you been?" Jake asked, clearly buzzed.
"At the library," Eric replied. "Working on my report."
"We've been waiting for you!" Jake said. "This is my friend Ryan."
"Hey," Ryan said with a wave.
"Nice to meet you, Ryan." Eric said smiling. He had a nice physique, muscular but not as much as Jake. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt - the official outfit for clubbing. "I thought you were going out tonight."
Jake drained his bottle and reached over for another. "Yeah, I'm still thinking about it. I invited Ryan over to pre-game."
"Oh, OK." Eric replied.
"Hey, you want one?" Jared held out a beer.
"No, I don't think so." Eric said smiling.
"Oh, come on man, have a drink with us." Jake pressed.
Eric checked out both his roommate and studly friend for a moment. "OK, Sure . . ."
Jared tossed Eric a beer. "You've got some catching up to do, we're already on our third."
Eric grinned and sipped from his bottle. "So how do you two know each other?"
"We went to high school together and we both played on the football team." Jake replied.
"Yeah, I took my first semester in community college and transferred in this semester." Ryan said taking a swig from his beer.
"Oh, cool. You've known each other for awhile then, huh?" Eric asked while sipping from his own bottle.
"A few years," Jared replied. "Ry's been my wing-man the last few nights I've gone out. Dude, you've got to go out with us some time, the chicks in these clubs are fucking hot and ready to go."
Ryan nodded his head in agreement.
"Maybe I will next time." Eric replied.
"That's what you always say!" Jake exclaimed. "So you're going to lose the books and drink with us now."
Eric wanted to decline the offer, but the chance of drinking with two hot studs was just too much to let slip by. "OK," he said, grabbing a chair he joined them.
After an hour had passed they finished off the rest of the beers and in full defiance of conventional wisdom - moved on to shots of cheap vodka. Eric watched Jake and Ryan pound shot after shot while he continued to nurse his last beer. As a result the two jocks became good-humored and drunk.
Jake slammed his shot glass on the desk. "Dude, we should play a game."
"Like what?" Ryan tilted his head back and took the full shot.
"I don't know, the only one I know is beer pong and we're out of beer." Jake replied. "Eric, you have any games?"
"Not really." Eric said.
"Come on, let's do something." Jake said.
"What about chicken?" Ryan asked after a moment.
"No, come on dude, that's gay." Jake replied.
"What's wrong, you afraid you might like it?" Ryan said with a wink.
"Hell no!" Jake shouted.
"What is it?" Eric asked with a perplexed look.
"A game we used to play in school," Ryan laughed. "It should really be called gay chicken. You sit next to a guy and you put your hand on his knee, and he does the same to you. Then you both slide your hand up the guy's thigh until one of you gives in."
"Oh," Eric replied.
"Come on, move over." Ryan playfully shoved Jake and sat next to him.
Jake poured himself a self a shot, and then another before he was ready. Then unable to stall any longer, he reached over and placed his hand over Eric's knee. Eric did the same to him and signaled that he was ready.
"Alright, go!" Ryan cried.
There was something ironic and hot about two heterosexual friends caressing one another's thighs in an effort to prove their bravery. Eric watched with great anticipation as the two young men slowly slid their hands along each-other's thighs. They made their way slowly, matched in speed their movements seemed choreographed as they got farther and farther up.
"Oooo," Eric cooed mockingly as he stroked Jake's inner thigh. He had meant it as a joke, but it was too much for Jake and he quickly surrendered.
Eric laughed and raised his arms in victory.
"That wasn't fair, you're messing with my head." Jake said.
"What are you talking about, 'fair?' Anything goes until one of us concedes." Ryan chuckled.
"OK, fine. We're going again." Jake said.
"You sure you want to lose again?" Ryan asked sarcastically.
Jake didn't reply, instead he assumed the position and grabbed Ryan's knee. When his friend did the same, they both began to slide their hands up each-other's leg. Eric noticed a slight gleam in Jake's eye, a bit cocky - a natural side effect of his competitive nature. Ryan was probably just as bad, but Eric didn't know him well enough to speculate. They both looked committed to win, their hands were only inches away from each-other's groins and they showed no sign of stopping.
Jake reached Ryan's package first and proceeded to rub the mound without compulsion. Eric swallowed hard as he watched his roommate fondle Ryan's bulge, his fingers caressed and massaged Ryan's junk through his jeans. Ryan grunted in response and reciprocated in kind, with one large hand he cupped the big bulge in Jake's sweat pants and stroked his massive equipment. The scene was unbelievable - the room was dead quiet, aside from the occasional insult or laugh - yet the stand off went on as the two friends continued to molest each-other's privates.
"Come on, admit it - you like it!" Ryan joked.
"Screw you!" Jake replied and continued to focus on his buddy's junk.
"Is it a tie?" Eric asked.
"NO!" Jake said, "It isn't over until one of us gives up."
In a sneak attack, Jake pressed Ryan's bulge against his palm and locked his fingers. Realizing the danger he was in, Ryan's eyes grew wide and he yelped as muscle and bone brought to bare on his manhood.
"Fuck!" Ryan screamed as he tried to rip Jake's fingers away from his crotch, but it was no use. Jake had him by the balls and couldn't be stopped. Ryan's thoughts screamed in his mind. He had to do something, anything!
Suddenly Ryan's hand disappeared in to the front of Jake's sweat pants. It didn't take long to find what he was looking for - he wrapped his hands around Jake's precious plums and squeezed his naked balls with all his might. Jake's confidence seemed to melt away but he maintained his grip on Ryan's nuts. Eric watched in wonder as the two friends fought for dominance, their faces showed the inner turmoil they were both facing as they continued to crush each-other's nuts.
Jake moaned as Ryan dug his fingers deeper and deeper into his soft ball flesh, yet he would not give up. Though he had started out with the advantage, Ryan had managed to turn the tables - now time was working against him. Ryan's nuts were partially protected, neatly wrapped up in his jeans and underwear, Jake couldn't get a tight enough grip. On the other hand Ryan had total access to each of Jake's plump testicles, free to focus on just one, or both nuts at a time. Ryan successfully used this to his advantage as he diligently worked his fingers to bust his buddy's impressive balls.
Sweat beaded up on Jake's forehead, and yet he could not find the humility to give in. Jake tried squirming out of Ryan's devastating nut-claw, but that idea proved useless. It was the consequence of owning a huge pair of nuts and Jake was paying for it every second. Jake panted and groaned as Ryan squeezed the life out of his gonads, intent on wearing them - and Jake's resistance - down.
Eric got up and and used wiped Jake's brow.
"Thanks." Jake grunted.
Eric nodded and tried to sneak a peak down Jake's shorts but he couldn't see a thing. Instead he would have to judge the damage being inflicted based on Jake's facial expression, and from what he saw - it didn't look good. He was even a bit impressed by his stubbornness but it was obvious that it was over. Even Ryan saw it. "Come on Jake, give in." He said.
"No," Jake exhaled through gritted teeth. "I've got you just where I want you."
Ryan chuckled at the boast and yanked down hard on Jake's voluminous nutsac, causing him to yelp. "How about now?"
"No," Jake said sternly.
Ryan could feel Jake's grasp on his own package slackening, but he ignored it and gave Jake's sac another sharp tug. Jake gasped, but shook his head.
Showing little mercy, Ryan twisted Jake's nuts a quarter turn and ground the meaty orbs hard between his fingers. The force on Jake's manhood was terrifying, all his strength seemed to whither away. His boys couldn't stand the torture for another moment - and left with no alternative, Jake surrendered.
"Alright, alright I give." Jake croaked mournfully. "Now let go of my nuts already."
"You first, bro." Ryan tugged on Jake's testicles for emphasis. Unwilling to let his pride outweigh his reproductive future, Jake released his grip on Ryan's junk. Free of his bear claw grip, Ryan let out a sigh of relief. Then he squeezed Jake's nuts a final time before releasing the sore baby-makers.
Jake moaned and grabbed his crotch. "Fuck man!"
"Serves you right." Ryan said as he clutched his own set of sore nuts.
"Are you OK?" Eric asked.
Jake moaned.
"Yeah, Jake here might need something though. You have any ice?" Ryan replied with a chuckle.
Eric searched the fridge and pulled out a can of Coke. "It's not ice, but it's cold."
Jake took the cold can and pressed it between his legs. After a minute he found his voice again. "That wasn't cool Ry."
A large smile crossed Ryan's face. "Don't start something you can't finish."
Jake rolled his head back and stared up at the ceiling. "Yeah, OK."
Eric could not believe how lucky he had been to get to watch Jake bust another guy's balls, only to have the tables turned and get busted himself. It had given him an instant hard-on, forcing him to scramble and put a pillow over his lap. The only way it could have gotten hotter was if he had done it himself, a thought that didn't help with the erection.
Once Jake recuperated things seemed to settle back down. Soon they were joking around and laughing about old times again. Eric refrained from drinking entirely, leaving Jake and Ryan the task of draining the bottle of Vodka.
"I think we need a refill over here." Ryan said holding out his glass.
"Can't, we're all out." Jake said shaking the empty bottle. "Do we have anything else?"
"I don't think so." Eric replied.
"Crap." Ryan giggled.
"Hey, you have anything back in your room?" Jake asked.
"Yeah sure, I think I've got half a bottle of Bacardi." Ryan said laughing.
"Then go get it. Eric over here isn't drunk at all." Jake pointed at his roommate.
"Oh, that won't do." It took a moment for Ryan to stabilize himself when he stood up. "I'll be back in a minute."
Ryan closed the door behind him, leaving the two roommates alone for the first time that evening.
"So what do you want to do now?" Eric asked.
"I don't know," Jake had already had quite a bit to drink, his voice was low and his speech was slurred. He said nothing else for a moment, lost in thought. "When he get's back we should play drunk truth or dare."
Eric chuckled. "What's that?"
"The same as regular truth or dare I guess, it's just when you're drunk, you're more likely to tell the truth or do the dare." Jake said with a faint smile. "It can be really awesome if you have enough people."
"Oh." Eric replied. "Why don't we start now?"
"OK, you want go first?" Jake asked.
"Why not?" Eric replied. "I'll take truth."
"Starting out with an easy one huh? OK, hmmm . . . have you ever masturbated while I was in the room?" Jake asked.
Eric laughed at the question. "Definitely not."
"Ah, that's a relief. When I first met you I got the impression you were a serial masturbator." Jake joked.
Eric shook his head. "Your turn, truth or dare?"
"Truth." Jake replied.
Eric paused and and thought about the question he wanted to ask. "I'm not sure."
"Come on dude, anything." Jake pressed.
"I don't know . . . what's the worst low blow you've taken?" Eric surprised himself with his directness.
"You mean, my nuts?" Jake asked.
Eric nodded his head.
"Hmm." Jake grinned at his friend and tapped his chin. "It wasn't tonight if that's what you're thinking. I'd have to say the worst was when I played soccer in high school. I had a bad habit of forgetting to wear my cup."
"Ouch." Eric said sympathetically.
"Yeah. The worst time was during an away game with one of our big rivals. Half way through the game I tried to go for an interception, slipped, and the other team's forward ran right over me." Jake folded his arms and sat back. Eric gripped his pillow tightly as he felt his penis swell. "A cleat to the groin has got to be the worst pain I have ever felt in my life, and believe me this guy was big."
"So what happened?" Eric asked.
"It took me out of the game! I had to spend the rest of the night icing my nuts." Jake replied indignantly.
"Oh, sorry." Eric replied with a smile.
"It's alright, I'm just joking with you." Jake smiled back.
Just then the door opened and with Ryan holding a bottle of rum. "Listen guys, I can't stay. Gina called and wants me to come over. Maybe I'll get lucky."
"You wish," Jake joked.
Ryan handed the bottle to Eric. "Yeah, anyhow enjoy."
"Thanks." Eric said. Ryan nodded and closed the door behind him.
"Hand me that bottle, I'm going to pour us a drink." Jake said as he pulled out two plastic cups and poured in equal amounts of coke and rum. Then he handed one to Eric. Eric took it and sipped the strong drink as Jake pounded his.
"Alright, this round we both need to do dares." Jake said drunkenly.
"What?" Eric asked.
"Dares. Remember, truth or dare? We both picked truth last time, so this time we need to take dares." Jake said. "And your up, so I dare you to pound that drink in 10 seconds."
Eric looked down at his cup and shook his head. It was 3/4's full, there was no way he could do it.
"Come on man, your time starts now!" Jake used his watch to keep the time. Eric stalled for a moment, then he tilted the cup back and began drinking the dark liquid as quickly as he could. Jake urged him on and counted down the seconds as they passed.
"Time's up!' Jake shouted.
Eric slammed his empty cup down on the desk and panted hard. He had managed to do it, but he could already feel the alcohol taking effect.
"Nice job dude." Jake took his cup and made new drinks for both of them.
"Thanks." Eric said wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "I'm glad we're doing this."
"Me too." Jake said as he handed Eric his cup. "Don't get me wrong, I'd rather be out picking up chicks, but this is good too."
"Yeah, I'm surprised you didn't go out tonight." Eric said.
"I was going to, you know. Ryan called me up and asked me to wait for him - then when he gets here, he says he already has a chick to hook up with." Jake drank from his cup.
"Sorry to hear that." Eric replied.
"Na, it's no big deal. I was just hoping to find someone to hook up with tonight." Jake said candidly.
Eric noticed Jake's cup was already half empty, so he took it and fixed him another drink.
"Thanks dude." Jake said taking the cup. He sat back against the wall and sighed. "I haven't had a blow job in so long, God."
"What?" Eric seemed shocked by his roommate's spontaneous effort to share.
"I love getting a good blow job. The last chick I hooked up with, Sandra - she gave awesome head." Jake pressed his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.
"Oh really?" Eric could see the alcohol put Jake into a chatty mood.
"Totally, I shit you not - she almost gagged on my dick." Jake began to absentmindedly play with his package. "She tried to take it all, but there was just too much to fit in her mouth."
Eric nodded. "You know I heard that guys are known to give better blow jobs than women."
Jake opened his eyes. "What?" He said incredulously. "No way."
"Well that's what I've heard." Eric was still extremely buzzed, but he did his best to focus. "Probably because if you own the equipment yourself, you know more about how to use it."
"No way, women give the best blow jobs." Jake said obstinately.
"How do you know?" Eric pressed.
"Dude, I just do." Jake replied.
"Well, have you ever gotten head from a guy?" Eric asked.
"No, but it doesn't matter." Jake's face screwed up into a grimace. "I'd never be able to cum from a guy."
"Listen man, it's biology." Eric reasoned. "It doesn't matter if you're attracted to the person or not, if someone's sucking your dick, you're going to cum eventually."
"Dude that's so gay." Jake was starting to regret all the alcohol he had drunk that night. It made it difficult to speak or even think coherently.
"No it's not, guys in prison do it all the time, and they're straight." Eric even managed to sound convincing.
Perhaps if he'd been sober Jake could have argued the point, but the words wouldn't come. "Maybe, but I know it's different for me."
"I bet it's not." Eric pressed. He thought about the first night he had acquainted himself with Jake's studly body. "I bet if you were getting blown from a guy right now, you wouldn't be able to last for more than 5 minutes."
"Sure I could." Jake chuckled. "Dude, it takes me longer than that to jerk off."
"Then it should be an easy bet for you to win, right?" Eric asked.
"Listen, no offense, my brain's just not wired that way." Jake drank from his cup and belched.
Eric thought quietly for a moment. "What if I told you this was your dare?"
"Then I'd tell you to come up with something else." Jake replied.
"Seriously." Eric pressed as he finished off his drink and his throat burned with 'liquid courage'.
"No way." Jake shook his head, but he had to stop when the room began to spin.
"What if I were to make it worth your while? Say you're right and I lose, I'll buy you a case of any beer you want." Eric waited while Jake thought the proposition over. He couldn't believe Jake was even considering his proposal, but then again by now, he was totally shit-faced.
"How about 2 cases?" Jake asked after a long time.
"Done." Eric replied. "If I can't make you bust your nut in 5 minutes, I'll buy you 2 cases of beer."
"Alright." Jake sighed.
Afraid that Jake might change his mind, Eric wasted little time. He knelt between Jake's legs and without asking, pulled Jake's sweat pants down - revealing a nice pair of blue and white plaid boxers.
"Whoa, hold on I -" Jake tried to protest, but Eric was a man on a mission. His hands delved into Jake's underwear and drew out his awe-inspiring manhood. Jake's beautiful, thick cock was already half erect and pointing up at attention while his two, meaty balls hung invitingly below. Eric's eyes went wide at the magnificent sight and reached out to touch it. Jake gasped when Eric's fingers wrapped around his boner and slowly stroked it.
Jake squirmed under his touch, but he did nothing to stop it.
"Time can start now." Eric whispered as he examined Jake's bulging testicles. The looked a bit pink and were probably still sore from earlier, but he didn't plan on that stopping him. In conjunction with his slow, deliberate strokes on Jake's dick, Eric patiently caressed his large nuts.
Even though his body had responded just the way Eric had predicted, Jake's expression suggested he wasn't enjoying it one bit. Eric tried to put him at ease with a question.
"Do you remember the first time you got head?" Eric asked as he continued to stroke Jake's cock.
Jake found it hard to meet his gaze and tiled his head back as he thought. "Yeah, back in my first year of high school. Jodie Smith, she was a cute little thing."
"What happened?" Eric asked.
Jake thought silently for a moment before he responded. "We used to fool around, you know, any time we were alone. Sometimes we would go back behind the bleachers and make out. It was never anything too serious. Then one day we're going at it, and out of no where, she pulls down my pants, takes one look at my cock and starts blowing me."
"Wow." Eric said as Jake's dick twitched. Jake was too wrapped up in reliving the memory to have noticed, but Eric knew just what to do. "Do you remember what it felt like - you know, the first time she had in you in her mouth?"
Jake smiled with closed eyes as he thought about his younger self. "Wet, and warm." Jake cooed. "It was amazing."
Eric checked his watch - nearly half his time had slipped by, he needed to move things along. With Jake still in a dream-like state, Eric took a chance and slid the tip of his prick into his mouth.
At first Jake didn't even seem to notice and so he was taken aback when he discovered the slurping noises ringing in his ears were not from memories past, but from coming from Eric. He took every inch of Jake's big monster, jamming it deep into the back of his throat and tickling the underside of its head with his tongue.
Jake could never have admitted it, but what Eric was doing felt incredible. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or the fact that he was just horny, but he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt.
Eric came up for air and looked at his watch. Just about 2 minutes were left. He resumed stroking Jake's cock, now lubricated with his saliva, and turned his attention to Jake's ample balls. With his tongue he poked and played with them, first the right, then the left. Jake moaned with delight at the heavy ball play. Some women forgot them entirely, but he always enjoyed the added stimulation.
Eric then brought it to the next level when he scooped one of Jake's plums into his mouth and nearly choked. Jake's balls were too big for them to both fit in his mouth, so Eric focused on sucking the beefy nut. It felt soft and smooth as he rolled it around with his tongue, packing it against his cheek. After a moment Eric switched and scooped up the other nut, giving it the same treatment.
Jake must have enjoyed it, considering the number of happy moans that slipped from his lips. In truth Jake was enjoying it, which was a cause for concern. Losing a bet was one thing, but what would it say about him if Eric could make him shoot his load? He couldn't let that happen - it was only 5 minutes, he tried convincing himself, yet he remained worried. He was already sporting some major wood, and if things continued going the way they were . . .
Jake raced through his mind trying to block out all sexual thoughts, but when that didn't work he tried thinking about something else, school, parents, even grandparents - anything that might squash his erection.
Eric checked his watch again - just as he feared, he had less than a minute remaining. With renewed effort Eric tugged on Jake's shaft in long, powerful strokes while using the other hand to cup and massage nutsac. Still covered in saliva, Jake's scrotum felt slippery as he kneaded the precious jewels.
Jake's breathing got louder as Eric's pace quickened and he sensed Jake's resistance beginning to fade. What had begun as a gentle, teasing hand job had quickly shifted to something more violent. With one hand mercilessly pounding away at Jake's cock, Eric seized Jake's sperm-filled baby-makers with incredible force. A small gasp escaped through Jake's gritted teeth while Eric pumped his poor, big balls like a pair of cow udders, coaxing them to release their vast reserves of man juice.
"Ugh . . . fuck." Jake groaned as his massive gonads were thoroughly worked over for the second time that night. The handsome features of his face were masked by the pain that wracked his body. Nonetheless Jake's dick remained hard, dripping clear fluid and ready to release it's load.
Eric shifted his focus, interlocking his fingers he closed his hands around Jake's trapped nutsac, causing his balls to compress laterally against one another.
Jake's mouth opened wide as he tried to suck air into his lungs. Every muscle he had went rigid and his body tensed up in preparation for the inevitable destruction of his sperm factories. As if on cue, his dick began to shudder and his balls churned as if part of some pre-ignition sequence.
"Fuck," Jake murmured as his hips began to thrust as if on their own.
Eric pumped Jake's testicles with expert precision, rubbing the underside of each hefty ball where the delicate cords connected. Jake grunted and shut his eyes, no longer fighting the urge - his hips bucked and his dick began to spasm. Eric grabbed the gyrating phallus and bent it forward, using it as a makeshift handle to grind Jake's bloated balls against the base of his cock.
"Oh," Jake whispered. "I'm gonna cum . . . shit I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming!"
The semen shot out of Jake like a geyser, initially thick and white, by the end it had turned clear. It was an impressive load, covering large portions of his stomach and legs. Eric licked his hand where a small pool of Jake's cum had pooled and tasted the salty liquid.
"F . . . -uck," Jake whispered.
Eric smiled and noted the time on his watch. "Well, looks like you were right."
Jake looked down at his roommate feeling confused. The orgasm had been intense and had left him a bit groggy - a fact that was only compounded by all the drinking. "Huh?" He asked sleepily.
"You won the bet." Eric winked.
Jake shook his head. "What are you talking about?"
Eric sat on his bed across from his roommate while Jake wiped himself off. "The bet was for 5 minutes, but it ended up taking me 6."
Jake couldn't have heard him right. "If I won, why the hell did you keep - well you know."
"I didn't realize it until it was over." Eric lied. "Besides, it didn't turn out all that bad."
"Yeah, I guess." Jake pulled up his sweat pants and grabbed his groin. "Lets keep this to ourselves, OK?"
"Sure thing." Eric replied smiling.
Being the hot, muscled stud that he was, he never hung out with guys like Eric - but even that changed. They started going out for meals together and hung out on the weekends. Jake had even asked Eric to come out with him and hit the clubs. Eric genuinely enjoyed spending time with Jake, despite their lack of common interests.
After spending hours in the campus library, Eric packed up his things and headed back to the dorm. On his way back he stopped by the dining hall for a late dinner, but they had already closed for the night. Grumbling to himself, he walked home with a rumbling stomach.
When Eric made it back to the room, he inserted his key only to find the door was already unlocked. When he opened the door, he found Jake sitting on his bed next to a 12-pack of Bud Light talking to a short brown haired kid sitting in his chair. Jake was still wearing the T-shirt and sweat pants Eric had seen him in earlier that day.
"Hi," Eric said as he walked in and placed his book bag on the desk.
"Hey Eric, where've you been?" Jake asked, clearly buzzed.
"At the library," Eric replied. "Working on my report."
"We've been waiting for you!" Jake said. "This is my friend Ryan."
"Hey," Ryan said with a wave.
"Nice to meet you, Ryan." Eric said smiling. He had a nice physique, muscular but not as much as Jake. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt - the official outfit for clubbing. "I thought you were going out tonight."
Jake drained his bottle and reached over for another. "Yeah, I'm still thinking about it. I invited Ryan over to pre-game."
"Oh, OK." Eric replied.
"Hey, you want one?" Jared held out a beer.
"No, I don't think so." Eric said smiling.
"Oh, come on man, have a drink with us." Jake pressed.
Eric checked out both his roommate and studly friend for a moment. "OK, Sure . . ."
Jared tossed Eric a beer. "You've got some catching up to do, we're already on our third."
Eric grinned and sipped from his bottle. "So how do you two know each other?"
"We went to high school together and we both played on the football team." Jake replied.
"Yeah, I took my first semester in community college and transferred in this semester." Ryan said taking a swig from his beer.
"Oh, cool. You've known each other for awhile then, huh?" Eric asked while sipping from his own bottle.
"A few years," Jared replied. "Ry's been my wing-man the last few nights I've gone out. Dude, you've got to go out with us some time, the chicks in these clubs are fucking hot and ready to go."
Ryan nodded his head in agreement.
"Maybe I will next time." Eric replied.
"That's what you always say!" Jake exclaimed. "So you're going to lose the books and drink with us now."
Eric wanted to decline the offer, but the chance of drinking with two hot studs was just too much to let slip by. "OK," he said, grabbing a chair he joined them.
After an hour had passed they finished off the rest of the beers and in full defiance of conventional wisdom - moved on to shots of cheap vodka. Eric watched Jake and Ryan pound shot after shot while he continued to nurse his last beer. As a result the two jocks became good-humored and drunk.
Jake slammed his shot glass on the desk. "Dude, we should play a game."
"Like what?" Ryan tilted his head back and took the full shot.
"I don't know, the only one I know is beer pong and we're out of beer." Jake replied. "Eric, you have any games?"
"Not really." Eric said.
"Come on, let's do something." Jake said.
"What about chicken?" Ryan asked after a moment.
"No, come on dude, that's gay." Jake replied.
"What's wrong, you afraid you might like it?" Ryan said with a wink.
"Hell no!" Jake shouted.
"What is it?" Eric asked with a perplexed look.
"A game we used to play in school," Ryan laughed. "It should really be called gay chicken. You sit next to a guy and you put your hand on his knee, and he does the same to you. Then you both slide your hand up the guy's thigh until one of you gives in."
"Oh," Eric replied.
"Come on, move over." Ryan playfully shoved Jake and sat next to him.
Jake poured himself a self a shot, and then another before he was ready. Then unable to stall any longer, he reached over and placed his hand over Eric's knee. Eric did the same to him and signaled that he was ready.
"Alright, go!" Ryan cried.
There was something ironic and hot about two heterosexual friends caressing one another's thighs in an effort to prove their bravery. Eric watched with great anticipation as the two young men slowly slid their hands along each-other's thighs. They made their way slowly, matched in speed their movements seemed choreographed as they got farther and farther up.
"Oooo," Eric cooed mockingly as he stroked Jake's inner thigh. He had meant it as a joke, but it was too much for Jake and he quickly surrendered.
Eric laughed and raised his arms in victory.
"That wasn't fair, you're messing with my head." Jake said.
"What are you talking about, 'fair?' Anything goes until one of us concedes." Ryan chuckled.
"OK, fine. We're going again." Jake said.
"You sure you want to lose again?" Ryan asked sarcastically.
Jake didn't reply, instead he assumed the position and grabbed Ryan's knee. When his friend did the same, they both began to slide their hands up each-other's leg. Eric noticed a slight gleam in Jake's eye, a bit cocky - a natural side effect of his competitive nature. Ryan was probably just as bad, but Eric didn't know him well enough to speculate. They both looked committed to win, their hands were only inches away from each-other's groins and they showed no sign of stopping.
Jake reached Ryan's package first and proceeded to rub the mound without compulsion. Eric swallowed hard as he watched his roommate fondle Ryan's bulge, his fingers caressed and massaged Ryan's junk through his jeans. Ryan grunted in response and reciprocated in kind, with one large hand he cupped the big bulge in Jake's sweat pants and stroked his massive equipment. The scene was unbelievable - the room was dead quiet, aside from the occasional insult or laugh - yet the stand off went on as the two friends continued to molest each-other's privates.
"Come on, admit it - you like it!" Ryan joked.
"Screw you!" Jake replied and continued to focus on his buddy's junk.
"Is it a tie?" Eric asked.
"NO!" Jake said, "It isn't over until one of us gives up."
In a sneak attack, Jake pressed Ryan's bulge against his palm and locked his fingers. Realizing the danger he was in, Ryan's eyes grew wide and he yelped as muscle and bone brought to bare on his manhood.
"Fuck!" Ryan screamed as he tried to rip Jake's fingers away from his crotch, but it was no use. Jake had him by the balls and couldn't be stopped. Ryan's thoughts screamed in his mind. He had to do something, anything!
Suddenly Ryan's hand disappeared in to the front of Jake's sweat pants. It didn't take long to find what he was looking for - he wrapped his hands around Jake's precious plums and squeezed his naked balls with all his might. Jake's confidence seemed to melt away but he maintained his grip on Ryan's nuts. Eric watched in wonder as the two friends fought for dominance, their faces showed the inner turmoil they were both facing as they continued to crush each-other's nuts.
Jake moaned as Ryan dug his fingers deeper and deeper into his soft ball flesh, yet he would not give up. Though he had started out with the advantage, Ryan had managed to turn the tables - now time was working against him. Ryan's nuts were partially protected, neatly wrapped up in his jeans and underwear, Jake couldn't get a tight enough grip. On the other hand Ryan had total access to each of Jake's plump testicles, free to focus on just one, or both nuts at a time. Ryan successfully used this to his advantage as he diligently worked his fingers to bust his buddy's impressive balls.
Sweat beaded up on Jake's forehead, and yet he could not find the humility to give in. Jake tried squirming out of Ryan's devastating nut-claw, but that idea proved useless. It was the consequence of owning a huge pair of nuts and Jake was paying for it every second. Jake panted and groaned as Ryan squeezed the life out of his gonads, intent on wearing them - and Jake's resistance - down.
Eric got up and and used wiped Jake's brow.
"Thanks." Jake grunted.
Eric nodded and tried to sneak a peak down Jake's shorts but he couldn't see a thing. Instead he would have to judge the damage being inflicted based on Jake's facial expression, and from what he saw - it didn't look good. He was even a bit impressed by his stubbornness but it was obvious that it was over. Even Ryan saw it. "Come on Jake, give in." He said.
"No," Jake exhaled through gritted teeth. "I've got you just where I want you."
Ryan chuckled at the boast and yanked down hard on Jake's voluminous nutsac, causing him to yelp. "How about now?"
"No," Jake said sternly.
Ryan could feel Jake's grasp on his own package slackening, but he ignored it and gave Jake's sac another sharp tug. Jake gasped, but shook his head.
Showing little mercy, Ryan twisted Jake's nuts a quarter turn and ground the meaty orbs hard between his fingers. The force on Jake's manhood was terrifying, all his strength seemed to whither away. His boys couldn't stand the torture for another moment - and left with no alternative, Jake surrendered.
"Alright, alright I give." Jake croaked mournfully. "Now let go of my nuts already."
"You first, bro." Ryan tugged on Jake's testicles for emphasis. Unwilling to let his pride outweigh his reproductive future, Jake released his grip on Ryan's junk. Free of his bear claw grip, Ryan let out a sigh of relief. Then he squeezed Jake's nuts a final time before releasing the sore baby-makers.
Jake moaned and grabbed his crotch. "Fuck man!"
"Serves you right." Ryan said as he clutched his own set of sore nuts.
"Are you OK?" Eric asked.
Jake moaned.
"Yeah, Jake here might need something though. You have any ice?" Ryan replied with a chuckle.
Eric searched the fridge and pulled out a can of Coke. "It's not ice, but it's cold."
Jake took the cold can and pressed it between his legs. After a minute he found his voice again. "That wasn't cool Ry."
A large smile crossed Ryan's face. "Don't start something you can't finish."
Jake rolled his head back and stared up at the ceiling. "Yeah, OK."
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Eric could not believe how lucky he had been to get to watch Jake bust another guy's balls, only to have the tables turned and get busted himself. It had given him an instant hard-on, forcing him to scramble and put a pillow over his lap. The only way it could have gotten hotter was if he had done it himself, a thought that didn't help with the erection.
Once Jake recuperated things seemed to settle back down. Soon they were joking around and laughing about old times again. Eric refrained from drinking entirely, leaving Jake and Ryan the task of draining the bottle of Vodka.
"I think we need a refill over here." Ryan said holding out his glass.
"Can't, we're all out." Jake said shaking the empty bottle. "Do we have anything else?"
"I don't think so." Eric replied.
"Crap." Ryan giggled.
"Hey, you have anything back in your room?" Jake asked.
"Yeah sure, I think I've got half a bottle of Bacardi." Ryan said laughing.
"Then go get it. Eric over here isn't drunk at all." Jake pointed at his roommate.
"Oh, that won't do." It took a moment for Ryan to stabilize himself when he stood up. "I'll be back in a minute."
Ryan closed the door behind him, leaving the two roommates alone for the first time that evening.
"So what do you want to do now?" Eric asked.
"I don't know," Jake had already had quite a bit to drink, his voice was low and his speech was slurred. He said nothing else for a moment, lost in thought. "When he get's back we should play drunk truth or dare."
Eric chuckled. "What's that?"
"The same as regular truth or dare I guess, it's just when you're drunk, you're more likely to tell the truth or do the dare." Jake said with a faint smile. "It can be really awesome if you have enough people."
"Oh." Eric replied. "Why don't we start now?"
"OK, you want go first?" Jake asked.
"Why not?" Eric replied. "I'll take truth."
"Starting out with an easy one huh? OK, hmmm . . . have you ever masturbated while I was in the room?" Jake asked.
Eric laughed at the question. "Definitely not."
"Ah, that's a relief. When I first met you I got the impression you were a serial masturbator." Jake joked.
Eric shook his head. "Your turn, truth or dare?"
"Truth." Jake replied.
Eric paused and and thought about the question he wanted to ask. "I'm not sure."
"Come on dude, anything." Jake pressed.
"I don't know . . . what's the worst low blow you've taken?" Eric surprised himself with his directness.
"You mean, my nuts?" Jake asked.
Eric nodded his head.
"Hmm." Jake grinned at his friend and tapped his chin. "It wasn't tonight if that's what you're thinking. I'd have to say the worst was when I played soccer in high school. I had a bad habit of forgetting to wear my cup."
"Ouch." Eric said sympathetically.
"Yeah. The worst time was during an away game with one of our big rivals. Half way through the game I tried to go for an interception, slipped, and the other team's forward ran right over me." Jake folded his arms and sat back. Eric gripped his pillow tightly as he felt his penis swell. "A cleat to the groin has got to be the worst pain I have ever felt in my life, and believe me this guy was big."
"So what happened?" Eric asked.
"It took me out of the game! I had to spend the rest of the night icing my nuts." Jake replied indignantly.
"Oh, sorry." Eric replied with a smile.
"It's alright, I'm just joking with you." Jake smiled back.
Just then the door opened and with Ryan holding a bottle of rum. "Listen guys, I can't stay. Gina called and wants me to come over. Maybe I'll get lucky."
"You wish," Jake joked.
Ryan handed the bottle to Eric. "Yeah, anyhow enjoy."
"Thanks." Eric said. Ryan nodded and closed the door behind him.
"Hand me that bottle, I'm going to pour us a drink." Jake said as he pulled out two plastic cups and poured in equal amounts of coke and rum. Then he handed one to Eric. Eric took it and sipped the strong drink as Jake pounded his.
"Alright, this round we both need to do dares." Jake said drunkenly.
"What?" Eric asked.
"Dares. Remember, truth or dare? We both picked truth last time, so this time we need to take dares." Jake said. "And your up, so I dare you to pound that drink in 10 seconds."
Eric looked down at his cup and shook his head. It was 3/4's full, there was no way he could do it.
"Come on man, your time starts now!" Jake used his watch to keep the time. Eric stalled for a moment, then he tilted the cup back and began drinking the dark liquid as quickly as he could. Jake urged him on and counted down the seconds as they passed.
"Time's up!' Jake shouted.
Eric slammed his empty cup down on the desk and panted hard. He had managed to do it, but he could already feel the alcohol taking effect.
"Nice job dude." Jake took his cup and made new drinks for both of them.
"Thanks." Eric said wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "I'm glad we're doing this."
"Me too." Jake said as he handed Eric his cup. "Don't get me wrong, I'd rather be out picking up chicks, but this is good too."
"Yeah, I'm surprised you didn't go out tonight." Eric said.
"I was going to, you know. Ryan called me up and asked me to wait for him - then when he gets here, he says he already has a chick to hook up with." Jake drank from his cup.
"Sorry to hear that." Eric replied.
"Na, it's no big deal. I was just hoping to find someone to hook up with tonight." Jake said candidly.
Eric noticed Jake's cup was already half empty, so he took it and fixed him another drink.
"Thanks dude." Jake said taking the cup. He sat back against the wall and sighed. "I haven't had a blow job in so long, God."
"What?" Eric seemed shocked by his roommate's spontaneous effort to share.
"I love getting a good blow job. The last chick I hooked up with, Sandra - she gave awesome head." Jake pressed his head back against the wall and closed his eyes.
"Oh really?" Eric could see the alcohol put Jake into a chatty mood.
"Totally, I shit you not - she almost gagged on my dick." Jake began to absentmindedly play with his package. "She tried to take it all, but there was just too much to fit in her mouth."
Eric nodded. "You know I heard that guys are known to give better blow jobs than women."
Jake opened his eyes. "What?" He said incredulously. "No way."
"Well that's what I've heard." Eric was still extremely buzzed, but he did his best to focus. "Probably because if you own the equipment yourself, you know more about how to use it."
"No way, women give the best blow jobs." Jake said obstinately.
"How do you know?" Eric pressed.
"Dude, I just do." Jake replied.
"Well, have you ever gotten head from a guy?" Eric asked.
"No, but it doesn't matter." Jake's face screwed up into a grimace. "I'd never be able to cum from a guy."
"Listen man, it's biology." Eric reasoned. "It doesn't matter if you're attracted to the person or not, if someone's sucking your dick, you're going to cum eventually."
"Dude that's so gay." Jake was starting to regret all the alcohol he had drunk that night. It made it difficult to speak or even think coherently.
"No it's not, guys in prison do it all the time, and they're straight." Eric even managed to sound convincing.
Perhaps if he'd been sober Jake could have argued the point, but the words wouldn't come. "Maybe, but I know it's different for me."
"I bet it's not." Eric pressed. He thought about the first night he had acquainted himself with Jake's studly body. "I bet if you were getting blown from a guy right now, you wouldn't be able to last for more than 5 minutes."
"Sure I could." Jake chuckled. "Dude, it takes me longer than that to jerk off."
"Then it should be an easy bet for you to win, right?" Eric asked.
"Listen, no offense, my brain's just not wired that way." Jake drank from his cup and belched.
Eric thought quietly for a moment. "What if I told you this was your dare?"
"Then I'd tell you to come up with something else." Jake replied.
"Seriously." Eric pressed as he finished off his drink and his throat burned with 'liquid courage'.
"No way." Jake shook his head, but he had to stop when the room began to spin.
"What if I were to make it worth your while? Say you're right and I lose, I'll buy you a case of any beer you want." Eric waited while Jake thought the proposition over. He couldn't believe Jake was even considering his proposal, but then again by now, he was totally shit-faced.
"How about 2 cases?" Jake asked after a long time.
"Done." Eric replied. "If I can't make you bust your nut in 5 minutes, I'll buy you 2 cases of beer."
"Alright." Jake sighed.
Afraid that Jake might change his mind, Eric wasted little time. He knelt between Jake's legs and without asking, pulled Jake's sweat pants down - revealing a nice pair of blue and white plaid boxers.
"Whoa, hold on I -" Jake tried to protest, but Eric was a man on a mission. His hands delved into Jake's underwear and drew out his awe-inspiring manhood. Jake's beautiful, thick cock was already half erect and pointing up at attention while his two, meaty balls hung invitingly below. Eric's eyes went wide at the magnificent sight and reached out to touch it. Jake gasped when Eric's fingers wrapped around his boner and slowly stroked it.
Jake squirmed under his touch, but he did nothing to stop it.
"Time can start now." Eric whispered as he examined Jake's bulging testicles. The looked a bit pink and were probably still sore from earlier, but he didn't plan on that stopping him. In conjunction with his slow, deliberate strokes on Jake's dick, Eric patiently caressed his large nuts.
Even though his body had responded just the way Eric had predicted, Jake's expression suggested he wasn't enjoying it one bit. Eric tried to put him at ease with a question.
"Do you remember the first time you got head?" Eric asked as he continued to stroke Jake's cock.
Jake found it hard to meet his gaze and tiled his head back as he thought. "Yeah, back in my first year of high school. Jodie Smith, she was a cute little thing."
"What happened?" Eric asked.
Jake thought silently for a moment before he responded. "We used to fool around, you know, any time we were alone. Sometimes we would go back behind the bleachers and make out. It was never anything too serious. Then one day we're going at it, and out of no where, she pulls down my pants, takes one look at my cock and starts blowing me."
"Wow." Eric said as Jake's dick twitched. Jake was too wrapped up in reliving the memory to have noticed, but Eric knew just what to do. "Do you remember what it felt like - you know, the first time she had in you in her mouth?"
Jake smiled with closed eyes as he thought about his younger self. "Wet, and warm." Jake cooed. "It was amazing."
Eric checked his watch - nearly half his time had slipped by, he needed to move things along. With Jake still in a dream-like state, Eric took a chance and slid the tip of his prick into his mouth.
At first Jake didn't even seem to notice and so he was taken aback when he discovered the slurping noises ringing in his ears were not from memories past, but from coming from Eric. He took every inch of Jake's big monster, jamming it deep into the back of his throat and tickling the underside of its head with his tongue.
Jake could never have admitted it, but what Eric was doing felt incredible. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or the fact that he was just horny, but he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt.
Eric came up for air and looked at his watch. Just about 2 minutes were left. He resumed stroking Jake's cock, now lubricated with his saliva, and turned his attention to Jake's ample balls. With his tongue he poked and played with them, first the right, then the left. Jake moaned with delight at the heavy ball play. Some women forgot them entirely, but he always enjoyed the added stimulation.
Eric then brought it to the next level when he scooped one of Jake's plums into his mouth and nearly choked. Jake's balls were too big for them to both fit in his mouth, so Eric focused on sucking the beefy nut. It felt soft and smooth as he rolled it around with his tongue, packing it against his cheek. After a moment Eric switched and scooped up the other nut, giving it the same treatment.
Jake must have enjoyed it, considering the number of happy moans that slipped from his lips. In truth Jake was enjoying it, which was a cause for concern. Losing a bet was one thing, but what would it say about him if Eric could make him shoot his load? He couldn't let that happen - it was only 5 minutes, he tried convincing himself, yet he remained worried. He was already sporting some major wood, and if things continued going the way they were . . .
Jake raced through his mind trying to block out all sexual thoughts, but when that didn't work he tried thinking about something else, school, parents, even grandparents - anything that might squash his erection.
Eric checked his watch again - just as he feared, he had less than a minute remaining. With renewed effort Eric tugged on Jake's shaft in long, powerful strokes while using the other hand to cup and massage nutsac. Still covered in saliva, Jake's scrotum felt slippery as he kneaded the precious jewels.
Jake's breathing got louder as Eric's pace quickened and he sensed Jake's resistance beginning to fade. What had begun as a gentle, teasing hand job had quickly shifted to something more violent. With one hand mercilessly pounding away at Jake's cock, Eric seized Jake's sperm-filled baby-makers with incredible force. A small gasp escaped through Jake's gritted teeth while Eric pumped his poor, big balls like a pair of cow udders, coaxing them to release their vast reserves of man juice.
"Ugh . . . fuck." Jake groaned as his massive gonads were thoroughly worked over for the second time that night. The handsome features of his face were masked by the pain that wracked his body. Nonetheless Jake's dick remained hard, dripping clear fluid and ready to release it's load.
Eric shifted his focus, interlocking his fingers he closed his hands around Jake's trapped nutsac, causing his balls to compress laterally against one another.
Jake's mouth opened wide as he tried to suck air into his lungs. Every muscle he had went rigid and his body tensed up in preparation for the inevitable destruction of his sperm factories. As if on cue, his dick began to shudder and his balls churned as if part of some pre-ignition sequence.
"Fuck," Jake murmured as his hips began to thrust as if on their own.
Eric pumped Jake's testicles with expert precision, rubbing the underside of each hefty ball where the delicate cords connected. Jake grunted and shut his eyes, no longer fighting the urge - his hips bucked and his dick began to spasm. Eric grabbed the gyrating phallus and bent it forward, using it as a makeshift handle to grind Jake's bloated balls against the base of his cock.
"Oh," Jake whispered. "I'm gonna cum . . . shit I'm cumming . . . I'm cumming!"
The semen shot out of Jake like a geyser, initially thick and white, by the end it had turned clear. It was an impressive load, covering large portions of his stomach and legs. Eric licked his hand where a small pool of Jake's cum had pooled and tasted the salty liquid.
"F . . . -uck," Jake whispered.
Eric smiled and noted the time on his watch. "Well, looks like you were right."
Jake looked down at his roommate feeling confused. The orgasm had been intense and had left him a bit groggy - a fact that was only compounded by all the drinking. "Huh?" He asked sleepily.
"You won the bet." Eric winked.
Jake shook his head. "What are you talking about?"
Eric sat on his bed across from his roommate while Jake wiped himself off. "The bet was for 5 minutes, but it ended up taking me 6."
Jake couldn't have heard him right. "If I won, why the hell did you keep - well you know."
"I didn't realize it until it was over." Eric lied. "Besides, it didn't turn out all that bad."
"Yeah, I guess." Jake pulled up his sweat pants and grabbed his groin. "Lets keep this to ourselves, OK?"
"Sure thing." Eric replied smiling.
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Sunday, April 26, 2009
Poll Results: Who is your favorite Bustee?
28 people took part in the poll asking which stud is your favorite. The results are below:
(10%) Chris - Sara's Ex
(42%) Jake - Hot Roommate
(3%) Paul - Pothead
(35%) Jared - Broke Friend
(28%) Nathan - Willing Cousin
(14%) Lee - Desperate Student
(3%) Nick - Jess' Boyfriend
(14%) Brad - HS Wrestling Coach
(3%) Boris - Prospective Boyfriend
(14%) Derek - Water Polo Champ
(32%) Harris - Big Brother
The top guys included Jake, Jared, Harris, and Nathan. You will be happy to hear that I plan to bring back all of these guys in future stories I have planned.
Things have gotten a little hectic lately, but I should be posting a new story in the next few days. Please keep the comments and requests coming! I have gotten lots of requests for F/M stories, many of which I have started work on. I know there are a lot of people here that prefer M/M story, but I haven't gotten any specific requests yet. I will continue to post both story types here, but I need your help to come up with new situations for our studs to get their nuts crunched.
Thanks for your interest and support!
(10%) Chris - Sara's Ex
(42%) Jake - Hot Roommate
(3%) Paul - Pothead
(35%) Jared - Broke Friend
(28%) Nathan - Willing Cousin
(14%) Lee - Desperate Student
(3%) Nick - Jess' Boyfriend
(14%) Brad - HS Wrestling Coach
(3%) Boris - Prospective Boyfriend
(14%) Derek - Water Polo Champ
(32%) Harris - Big Brother
The top guys included Jake, Jared, Harris, and Nathan. You will be happy to hear that I plan to bring back all of these guys in future stories I have planned.
Things have gotten a little hectic lately, but I should be posting a new story in the next few days. Please keep the comments and requests coming! I have gotten lots of requests for F/M stories, many of which I have started work on. I know there are a lot of people here that prefer M/M story, but I haven't gotten any specific requests yet. I will continue to post both story types here, but I need your help to come up with new situations for our studs to get their nuts crunched.
Thanks for your interest and support!
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Poll Results: What type of BB stories do you prefer?
192 people took part in the poll designed to gage interest in M/F vs. M/M ball busting stories. The results are below:
(29%) I only like M/F BB stories
(7%) I prefer M/F, but M/M BB stories are alright too
(4%) I like M/F and M/M BB stories equally
(19%) I prefer M/M, but M/F BB stories are alright too
(39%) I only like M/M BB stories
It appears that there is a pretty even distribution of M/F and M/M fans visiting the blog, though there are a few more M/M guys here. I guess I was most surprised by how few of you enjoy both M/F and M/M stories - I had assumed most of you would share my view and enjoy BB in any form.
In the future I will continue to post both M/F and M/M BB stories. (I will do my best to alternate the stories so that everyone can find something they like.) For those of you that only want to read F/M or M/M BB stories, you can use the bookmarks below my profile.
Thanks to everyone who participated in the poll and as always, you should feel free to leave me comments or requests for future stories. I am always on the look out for new ideas!
(29%) I only like M/F BB stories
(7%) I prefer M/F, but M/M BB stories are alright too
(4%) I like M/F and M/M BB stories equally
(19%) I prefer M/M, but M/F BB stories are alright too
(39%) I only like M/M BB stories
It appears that there is a pretty even distribution of M/F and M/M fans visiting the blog, though there are a few more M/M guys here. I guess I was most surprised by how few of you enjoy both M/F and M/M stories - I had assumed most of you would share my view and enjoy BB in any form.
In the future I will continue to post both M/F and M/M BB stories. (I will do my best to alternate the stories so that everyone can find something they like.) For those of you that only want to read F/M or M/M BB stories, you can use the bookmarks below my profile.
Thanks to everyone who participated in the poll and as always, you should feel free to leave me comments or requests for future stories. I am always on the look out for new ideas!
Jessica's Origins as a Ballbuster - Part I
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Monday, April 13, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
Sara Strikes Again!
Several months had passed since the ugly break up between Sara and her ex-boyfriend Chris. Initially she had told her friends she was giving up on men completely, but after a few months she re-entered the dating scene. Sara had gone out with a one or two guys, but she was still so jaded from her relationship with Chris that nothing substantial ever materialized. That didn't really bother her, in fact she sort of enjoyed being a cock-tease. Men seemed to only be interested in their own needs, and she was done caring about anyone but herself.
Her current guy was nice enough, and had she been in a better place, she would have even considered a serious relationship. He was in fact, just her type. Boris was tall, thin, handsome, and most importantly - he was several years younger than her. His family moved to the US when he was a child, and having grown up within the American culture, he lacked any kind of accent. What Sara liked most about him was that he acted like a gentleman, and even after several "dates," he never pushed her to have sex. None the less she knew what he was after, yet Sara took quite a bit of delight in denying him of it.
That didn't seem to stop Boris though. Despite being shot down every night, he continued to peruse Sara. She had continued the game of cat and mouse by agreeing to meet up with him at a downtown bar with some friends. Drinks flowed all night and inhibitions were dropped. At one point Boris pulled Sara into the corner and with stench of alcohol on his breath, kissed her passionately. Feeling lost in the moment, Sara kissed him back - but the moment didn't last long, she quickly pushed him away and rejoined their friends.
Another hour past before Sara announced that she was going home. Not surprisingly Boris announced that he would be leaving too, not wanting her to walk home alone. Sara suggested that he stay, but he insisted and the two left the bar together.
It was 2:00 when Sara brought Boris back to her apartment, though it had taken him several attempts before she agreed to let him stay for the night. In the past Boris had stayed long enough to start fooling around, but it always end the same way with Sara throwing him out before it got to sex.
Sara could still feel the affects of alcohol clouding her judgement as she invited Boris back to her bedroom. She opened the door and collapsed onto the bed without comment. Ceasing the opportunity, Boris crawled next to her on the bed and began kissing her. Sara kissed back, wrapping her arms around him and squeezed him close. It had been so long since she had been with a man, Sara dropped her guard and gave in to her own desires. Passions ran high and before Sara realized it, Boris had worked her jeans down past her knees and his hand had slipped underneath her panties. She was at first stunned by the awkwardness of his fingers up inside her, but it soon gave way to ecstasy. He was strong and gentle - her resistance was broken. She could feel his erection pressing against her and she tried to get his pants off, but before she could her body was enveloped in sweet bliss. Her orgasm was sudden and exhilarating. It lasted for several moments, and when it passed it filled her up with a sense of calmness. The room was still and quiet, save her deep breaths.
Boris continued to kiss her for a while longer, than he got up and left the room. When he returned, he was wearing only his boxers. To his surprise, Sara had already turned over facing the wall.
"Are you going to sleep already?" Boris asked.
"It's late and I'm tired. You can sleep here or on the couch, I don't care." Sara mumbled over her shoulder.
"You've got to be kidding me!" Boris shouted.
Sara turned over to face him. "What are you talking about?"
"Are you serious?" Boris asked indigently. "What did we just do?"
"I know, I shouldn't have let that happen. I'm sorry." She replied in a tone that would suggest otherwise.
"You can't keep doing this to me Sara, I thought you liked me." He said looking surprised.
"I do Boris." She replied, sounding more genuine this time.
"Then why do you keep doing this to me, it's got to be the third time! Do you KNOW what blue balls feel like?" Boris said sarcastically.
Sara rose off the bed and walked over to him and looked into his eyes. He was easily a foot and a half taller than her. "No I don't - know how they feel - that is. I know you were getting really excited a minute ago."
"Yeah you could say that," Boris snorted.
"So I bet they're getting pretty sore, huh?" Sara said in a patronizing tone. She seemed to sigh and turned her attention to the large bulge in his shorts. She glanced up at Boris and bit her bottom lip. Then she reached through the fly of his boxers and grabbed his erection. His mouth dropped open and he closed his eyes as Sara tugged on his shaft. Boris moaned and took long, deep breaths.
After reaching down a bit deeper, Sara grabbed a fist full of Boris' precious Russian jewels. He gasped with delight as Sara cautiously kneaded his balls as though they were made of dough, rolling them around in her hand.
Boris was clearly enjoying himself as Sara manipulated his tender nuts. It had been so long, he could hardly wait for her to drain them and get him some relief. After a minute Sara pulled his nuts out through the fly of his boxers and left them hanging there for inspection. Boris silently watched while Sara poked and prodded his manhood with great interest. Despite whatever discomfort he was experiencing, his balls weren't blue, but pink and massive. They looked like they could pump out enough sperm to populate a small Russian village.
Sara looked up at into Boris' piercing blue eyes while she manipulated the big balls in their sack, "You're such a big baby, it doesn't hurt that bad, they're not even that blue!"
"Oh baby, they're so sore." Boris replied with his eyes shut.
Sara returned her attention back to his low-hanging gonads. "Christ are they swollen or are they always this big?
The question seemed to get Boris even more excited. "They feel like they're going to burst." Boris exaggerated. In his head he was already imagining how great it would feel to shoot a load off between Sara's tits.
"That's too bad," Sara said with a smile, "I don't think you're going to get to cum tonight."
"What the-" Boris was interrupted by dual explosions set off in his gonads. While they had been talking Sara had surreptitiously twisted stretched Boris' scrotum, ringing it out like a wet towel and trapping his balls down to the base of his sac. Once she had them firmly in her grasp with no chance of escape, she sunk her thumbs down deep into his juicy plums.
Boris' mouth opened wide and he groaned in shock as intense pain radiated up from his groin into his abdomen. He gasped for air to ease the burning in his lungs. Sara giggled while he desperately tried to squirm away. This made it a bit difficult to maintain her grip, but the bigger problem was the sheer size of his testicles. They were so big and swollen she considered using two hands, but there was a chance Boris might slip away. Instead she locked her fingers around the neck of his scrotum and tugged down. Boris yelped as his poor nuts were stretched down to their limits.
"Poor baby, are your little ballsies still sore?" Sara mocked.
Boris was humiliated but in too much pain to speak.
Sara gripped his nuggets in one hand and smashed them with her fist. Boris jumped reflexively, but he couldn't go far with Sara's grip on his manhood. Then she punched and smacked his balls repeatedly, crushing his meaty balls without mercy. It felt like the worst torture Boris could imagine. Tears formed in his eyes and he groaned with each new strike on his tormented nuts.
Sara wound up for one last strike and smashed her fist hard into his big juicy balls. They were severely flattened into her hand with a sick 'splat' that seemed to echo around the room. The sound filled Boris' ears just a moment before the pain exploded in his brain.
Boris cried and was allowed to sink to his knees. He sobbed, rocking back and forth as he cradled his busted nuts. "Why?" Boris managed to whisper while choking back on his tears.
Sara looked down at the prostrate young man. "Because you annoy me. Going on and on about how badly you need to cum, how sore your nuts are." Sara said sarcastically. "I don't want to hear it! The next time you come to me complaining about how 'sore' they are, be ready to get more of the same."
Sara crawled back in to her bed and wrapped herself under the covers. She waited for Boris to say something, but his response never came. Time slipped by and slowly her eyes became too heavy to keep open. She gently drifted off to sleep, the last sound she heard was the soft moans of the man lying at the foot of her bed.
- Boris is based on a someone I new in college and looks like this guy -
- Boris' big meaty Russian love spuds -
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