Friday, February 17, 2017

Family affairs: Helping hand

Previous parts:
Crazy cousins
Daddy's boy
Safety first
Good sport

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

Warning: Can contain traces of cum. And there's a bit of graphic heterosexuality right in the beginning.

“Logan!” Bradley yelled, rolling his eyes as he shifted through the scattered sports equipment in the basement.

He was 38 year old, a handsome, muscular man with dark blond hair and a youthful smile. His well-worn t-shirt that bore the faded logo of a semi-famous rock band and tour dates from 20 years ago matched the color of his loose grey sweat shorts.

He picked up a broken hockey and sighed. There were certainly better things to do on a Saturday afternoon than clearing out the basement.

“Logan!” he repeated, louder.

Up in his room, Logan was too busy banging the hell out of his girlfriend to hear his father calling.

Who is Danny? (updated)

Original date: 01/21/2015

Our quest to collect pictures for the regular characters on this blog is going great so far: Here are ZachDavidLoganBenthe twinsChadKevLeoCal and Simon...

Now it's time to take a closer look at Danny. Danny is 21 years old and has reddish-blond hair. Even though he is struck with a cruel, mean younger brother he is a funny and fun-loving guy who's always up for anything... (If you want to revisit Danny's adventures you find all the stories labelled "Danny" here.)

Now, what do you think he looks like? Feel free to post links to celebrities or porn stars or whatever you like in the comments section. Headshots or nude pictures or fully clothed ones - everything is welcome. Alternatively you can send me pictures or drawings or whatever you like via e-mail ( - if you provide me with the source I'll post them here on the blog.

All picture collections: BenBrandonCalChadColinDannyDavidErikKevLeoLoganParkerPhilSammySimonthe twinsTristanVinceXanderZach

Scroll down for readers' suggestions.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

New poll: Favorite type(s) of underwear

Whenever I write a story and the characters take their clothes off, I wonder: What kind of underwear are they wearing? Usually, I go with boxer briefs, probably because it is my personal choice. But does that reflect your preferences?

That's why I created a new poll, asking you to tell me your favorite type(s) of underwear. These are your choices: briefs, boxer briefs/trunks, boxers, jockstraps, thongs - or something completely different?

Let me know by voting in the new poll that will be open until March 15th. If you are reading this post on your computer you find the poll in the right column of this blog. If you are reading this post on your mobile device you find the poll at the bottom of this page.

Thank you!

Poll results: What do you call them?

Last month I asked you to tell us your favorite word(s) for the squishy little toys between a guy's legs.

Exactly 300 people took part in the poll.

And here are the results (more than one answer was possible):

Balls   77%
Testicles   41%
Nuts   41%
Eggs   28%
(Family) jewels   16%
(Go)nads   5%
Plums   4%
Something different   3%

Among the "something different" choices were wonderful expressions like junk, pills, cojones, raisins ("for the smaller ones"), bollocks, and the Hawaiian terms olo-olos and ala-alas.

Thanks to everybody who voted!

Monday, February 13, 2017

Video links: Wrestling low blows

Professional wrestling is a fascinating art. It's basically ballet with big, muscular men. And just like in ballet, "The Nutcracker" is one of the most treasured fixtures of Wrestling. Instead of petite young women wearing tights and tutus hopping around on stage to classical music, Wrestling has hulking giants wearing tights and warpaint hopping around on stage clutching their nuts.

Here are some of my favorite videos featuring professional Wrestling low blows.

Let's start things off with an awesome video that a reader sent me. Special thanks to Dave for sharing this video with us!

It's a very entertaining wrestling match that starts with a nutshot right away, and it's non-stop testicular agony from then on... The commentators keep a running "nut count" - and when the match ends after 9 agonizing minutes, they have counted 53 (fifty-three!) shots to the nuts...

Friday, February 10, 2017

Just for fun (Harrison meets Logan)

Special thanks to Harrison for the idea for this story! If you (yes, I mean you, the one who loves a funny ballbusting joke as long at it isn't at his expense!) would like to meet the Ballbusting Boys and see yourself in a story please read this post for more details.

Featured in this story: Logan (click for pictures)

“You ready?” Logan smiled.

The 18 year old high school wrestler was wearing a green singlet that left nothing to the imagination. It was sitting tight on his muscular body, hugging his big balls and his meaty dick.

“Oh yeah”, Harrison grinned.

He was 19 years old, a handsome young man with light skin and dark hair with red highlights. His muscular body matched Logans, and the impressive bulge in his red singlet looked about as big as Logan’s.

He was proud of his 8 inch cock and his fat, round balls inside his tight sack.

Harrison was new in town. He had met Logan at the gym just a couple of days ago.

The two hot hunks instantly liked each other, and Harrison had challenged Logan to a wrestling match.

Never one to pass up an opportunity to wrestle, Logan had agreed.

They were both experienced wrestlers, and the match promised to be a fight between equals.

“Alright, let’s do this”, Logan smiled.

“You can’t wait to get your ass kicked, huh?” Harrison chuckled.

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Video links: Comedy gems (10)

Searching the internet for an idea on how to start this post I stumbled across this joke:
What goes Ha Ha, Thump Thump?
A man laughing his balls off!
Okay, now that we got that out of the way, it's time for some real laughs.

Here are some of my favorite comedy clips featuring nutshots from TV shows, movies and web shows.

Let's kick things off with a classic. Dead Man on Campus is black teen comedy from the nineties. Two college guys are looking for as new roommate that they can dispose of to receive good college grades. While auditioning potential targets, they get to know Cliff. Cliff does all sorts of crazy things, and in one very memorable scene he makes Tom Everett Scott kick him in the nuts. "Quick. Kick me in the junk. Come on, man, kick me in the junk!"

Oh, the don't make quality comedies like these anymore...

Monday, February 6, 2017

Best of the busts: January 2017

Your feedback means a lot to me. That's why I value every comment and every email. If you don't have the time to write a comment or an email there's a quick and easy way for you to give me your feedback: At the bottom of each post you can rate it on a scale from awful (1 star) to excellent (5 stars).

Now let's have a look at last month's posts. If you haven't read every single one of them you might want to check out one of the top picks...

The three top rated stories of January 2017:

Friday, February 3, 2017

From stud to dud: DUD! (part 2)

This is it. The end. Part 2 of the final chapter in Rocco's adventurous journey from stud to dud...

Previously on “From stud to dud”:

Very, very, very special thanks to Chadfan! We co-wrote this story - and it was a wonderful, unique experience! I had a great time working on this series of stories with you, and I really hope we'll write together again in the future! Thank you so much! It has been a pleasure!

Title credit: I read the phrase "From stud to dud" first in pooiu's 2010 f/m story Busting League: Day 1. Check out his excellent story blog Busted Spuds.

 Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

Rocco slowly swam back into consciousness. He was lying on the floor. Somewhere. His back was hurting. Everything was hurting. From somewhere above him, he heard Bucky.

“Dude, is it busted or not?” Bucky whispered.

Chad grunted. “I can’t tell, he keeps covering it with his hands.”

Rocco heard the sound of cloth ripping.

Bucky whispered again. “Tie his hands behind the toilet.”

Chad sighed. “Okay, whatever. Quit ripping my shit up, Bucky. Go distract the Russian!”

The bathroom door opened and closed.

Rocco felt his hands being raised above his head, and tied with a ripped towel behind the base of the toilet. He opened his eyes and groaned. His nuts felt like they were scrambled.

“Chad?” Rocco mumbled.

Chad looked at Rocco and whispered. “Rocco, shut up!”

“My… my nut… is it…” Rocco’s mouth was dry. His throat was sore. He coughed and looked at Chad.

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

From stud to dud: DUD! (part 1)

It has been more than a year since we last heard of Rocco. Now, I'm very proud to present the final chapter in Rocco's adventurous journey from stud to dud... It has been a wild ride, and you might want to revisit the previous parts before you read this one. Part 2 is coming on Friday.

Very special thanks to Chadfan! We co-wrote this story and had a great time exchanging emails and tossing ideas back and forth. This story is a bit different from the rest of my work, and I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Previously on “From stud to dud”:

Title credit: I read the phrase "From stud to dud" first in pooiu's 2010 f/m story Busting League: Day 1. Check out his excellent story blog Busted Spuds.

Warning: Can contain traces of cum.

“What about your tools?” Chad asked.

It was late in the afternoon, and the sun was burning. Chad wiped the beads of sweat running down his face and scratched his three day stubble. He tugged on his scrubby white tee, trying to cool off, and widened his stance - a casual attempt to un-bunch his sack, which he had stuffed into a tight pair of jeans.

He was standing in the driveway of a big, run-down house, looking at an old ford pick-up. Rocco's driveway. Rocco's house. Rocco's truck.

Rocco needed to sell the truck – he needed the money. Rent was getting more expensive, and this big old building, with the garage, and the apartment he shared with his two housemates. It wasn't getting any cheaper.

And Chad had to admit, it was a pretty sexy truck. He didn't really have the cash to spend on it either, but there was something inherently manly about it. Rugged. Hard.

Chad pulled at his crotch, and tried to rearrange his big sweaty nuts, but his dick was in the way, getting slightly chubbed. Chad laughed a little to himself. At least his dick was big... well, pretty big. Big-ish. Bigger than average.