Like father like son – pt1
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Like Father Like Son
It was a balmy late spring late afternoon in Merced, California and Raymond Fielmer, a graduate student at the local university was stretched out on a chaise lounge, beer in hand, by the pool of the house he rented near campus. Although the temperature was comfortable, it was hardly warm by the standards of a native Californian, so Raymond was wearing a long sleeve button-up plaid shirt and jeans despite the bright sunshine.
It was a lazy Friday. Just a few feet inside, his kitchen table was covered with stacks of papers and dry academic texts he needed for his latest research assignment along with a calendar with important dates – some of them quite near – highlighted in bold red font. But his ice cold beer and the sunshine were too tempting a distraction for now.
“Hey Raymond,”
Raymond looked up lazily to see his housemate Danny Bennett stepping out of the patio door. In contrast to Raymond, Danny – who hailed from notoriously chilly Wisconsin – found the weather practically hot and was enjoying it fully in a plain white T-shirt and navy blue swim trunks, a tall frozen cocktail in his hand. His handsome high-cheek boned face practically hidden behind a pair of huge Armani sunglasses and his perfectly styled, spiked blonde hair indicated that the fashion-forward twenty-four year old – despite his swimwear – had no intention of actually getting into the pool.
Danny stepped forward until he was side by side with his lounging roommate, meaning that his bulging blue shorts were at Raymond’s eye level.
“Cut it out! You’re blocking the sun,” Raymond joked as he playfully poked two fingers into the mound at the front of Danny’ shorts.
“Yeow!” Danny feigned pain and took a step back.
Although not quite as sun-blocking as a California palm tree, the bulge in the front of Danny’ shorts was quite impressive even through his swim trunks. The six foot tall, barrel chested blonde was usually acutely self-conscious of the almost fake looking lump his endowment left in his pants, but around his best-friend-cum-roommate he was far more relaxed. Relaxed enough to sport a pair of ‘loose’ fitting swim trunks he would have never sported to the beach lest he appear to be showing off.
Raymond took a swig of his beer and winked at his handsome, annoyingly straight roommate, not breaking eye contact with his bulging shorts.
“Hey now! Eyes up here!”
Danny pointed emphatically at his steely gray eyes to draw his friend’s eyes away from his junk.
Raymond laughed and finished his beer.
“Sorry, hard to resist when it’s taking up my whole frame of view.”
Danny blushed.
Danny and Raymond had been friends since undergraduate school and roommates in the same house for a year and despite the fact that Raymond teasingly ogled him, nothing remotely sexual had ever transpired between the two. That wasn’t to say Raymond hadn’t spilled gallons of cum over the years jerking off about the prospect.
Danny proceeded to take a big gulp out his cocktail as he splayed out on the neighboring chaise lounge to bask in the California sunshine. The two friends proceeded to prattle on in their signature rapid fire, topic-hopping banter, stopping only long enough for Danny to duck inside for drink refills.
Wafting white clouds drifted through the pristine pinkish sky as late afternoon gave way to early evening. Between the two young men’s lounge chairs was a collection of empty beer bottles and cocktail glasses and their conversation had died down a bit, to the point that a slightly tipsy Raymond actually found himself dozing in and out of sleep.
It was just as Raymond had drifted slightly to sleep that he was awakened by a strange sound between laughter and coughing. He looked over to see Danny spewing a mouthful of beer onto his chest and holding his phone laughing. Apparently, something he had just read was so funny the tall blonde couldn’t help but spit out what he’d been drinking right when we read it.
“What’s so funny?”
Danny, at this point crying from laughter, set down his beer bottle and handed Raymond the phone so he could read for himself. On the screen was a news story from the student paper of some southern California university about an out of control game of roshambo that had sent six fraternity pledges to the emergency room. The whole story was actually quite serious if it weren’t for the author’s choice of certain phrases.
Raymond joined in the laughter as he read aloud some of the more colorful passages.
“Doctors say all twelve eggs were seriously scrambled… No word yet on if any of the men will be left with jam instead of plums…”
Danny peeled off his beer-soaked T-shirt and set it aside. Raymond, still laughing, took the opportunity to sneak more than a passing glance at his roommate’s broad chest. Danny’s physique had fallen a bit from its peak, so his once-washboard abs were replaced by a slight belly but his pecs were still powerfully defined as were his large biceps. His torso was matted in thick blonde hair – that would have hidden any definition anyway – which disappeared beneath the waistband of his blue shorts. Raymond couldn’t help but be turned on by the prospect of the handsome cub plowing into him right there at the pool.
“Wow that must have been one wild game of roshambo. What were they wearing? Steel toe boots.” Danny laughed.
“Yeah, no kidding. Or maybe they were just a bunch of weak-balled freshman.”
Raymond finished his joke by lightly butting the mound in Danny’s shorts with the business end of his beer bottle.
“Yeow!”
Danny cradled his crotch with both hands.
“Oh come on, I barely tapped them.”
“Barely my ass! Look at your guns, dude.”
At 5 foot 6 inches, Raymond was relatively short with a svelte swimmer’s build and had only starting working on his upper body seriously in the last semester but the results were paying off. He was filling out his plaid button-up completely, especially in the arms which were bulging like Raymond was a comic-book hero about to burst out of his clothes.
A slight blush came over Raymond’s freckled face and — perhaps feeling uninhibited by the beer — ran a hand through his short brown hair before pointing out;
“Well you’ve got much bigger legs than me, and that’s what counts in roshambo.”
“You’ve got a point. Just call me the Nut Cracker,” Danny laughed
“Though I’ve got to say having such a big target is a definite disadvantage.”
Raymond rose the bottle as if he was going to hit Danny in the nuts again, only this time Danny didn’t move to cover himself.
“Go ahead.” Danny coaxed to Raymond’s amazement.
“You’re crazy, dude. You nearly doubled over when I barely touched you.”
Danny gave a shit face grin.
Raymond fancifully hoped the consequences for losing this impromptu contest would be having to suck the winner’s cock or submit to being fucked by the winner, but what Danny offered instead was far more tamed.
“I know, that’s because I wasn’t ready. Have to be mentally prepared for a blow to the boys. Go ahead, do it.”
Raymond’s eyes darted between the enormous mound in Danny’s shorts and his beer bottle. Then, without giving it much more though, he reared his arm all the way back and sent the bottle crashing downward. Despite the sheer size of the target, Raymond’s aim was slightly off and Danny’s thigh took the brunt of the hit.
Danny laughed.
“Come on, I know you can do better than that,” Danny said, his words slightly slurred.
“Look at this thing! Talk about a nutcracker” Danny grabbed Raymond’s still flexed bicep and rubbed it gently, though the sensation was met with waves of electric excitement whose cock couldn’t help but stir.
“Ok, sure.”
Raymond set down the beer bottle and instead made a fist. Danny closed his eyes and seemed to be mentally preparing himself as Raymond lined up his fist over Danny’s crotch; he wanted to make sure his aim this time was spot on. When he was satisfied that he wouldn’t miss, Raymond cocked his arm back and send his fist crashing into his roommate’s nuts.
Raymond’s cock jumped as he felt his fist collide with and sink into his best friend’s surprisingly malleable reproductive organs. Though he hadn’t been holding back on his punch, Danny seemed hardly phased and his face only grimaced slightly from the impact.
“Again!” Danny grunted.
Without thinking, Raymond cocked his fist back and sent it into Danny’s nuts like a piston, not once, but twice in quick succession. Each time, Raymond could feel the kiwi-sized gonads flattening with surprising flexibility into Danny’s pelvis. They felt even bigger than they looked through Danny’s shorts and Raymond was now more interested in seeing what Danny was packing. Most interesting was a third lump developing in Danny’s swim trunks. To Raymond’s surprise Danny’s cock was actually starting to stir and was creating a third bulge in his already over-stuffed swimwear.
Danny’s face was flushed red and he noticed Raymond checking out his tenting shorts.
“Sorry about that, I guess I got a little excited.”
“Really? You got off on that?”
Danny’s face was crimson. The two roommates looked at each other for what seemed like a long time before either of them spoke.
“Yeah, I like stuff like that.” Danny admitted, taking another swig of beer as if he needed a bit more liquid courage to continue this conversation.
“I see,”
Now was his chance, Raymond thought. The two had been friends – close friends – for nearly six years and he had never once gotten Danny to talk about anything explicitly sexual. But now here he was three sheets to the wind and talking about how getting punched in the nuts ‘turned him on’. To make the opportunity even sweeter, Danny was still sporting a semi-hard cock and the fact that he hadn’t already come up with some lame excuse to call it a night and head inside indicated to Raymond that Danny wasn’t entirely opposed to continuing the conversation down this taboo road.
“So do you want me to do it again?”
Danny’s cock visibly twitched and Raymond’s heart pounded. Raymond had pulled his arm back for another punch when Danny stood up suddenly. Great, Raymond thought nearly aloud, I blew it.
Instead, Danny took a few steps away from the lounge chairs and turned back to face his roommate with his legs spread.
“How about a friendly game of roshambo instead?”
Danny was standing with his thick legs spread wide and his hands crossed behind his back. The site of the handsome blonde cub making himself totally vulnerable was beyond hot and Raymond could feel his fully hard 8 inch cock constrained against his underwear and jeans.
“Sure, that sounds like fun.”
Raymond stood up and took a position in front of Danny.
“So, basic frat house rules. We take turns until one of us can’t stand it anymore and bows out.” Danny explained calmly.
“And what happens to the loser?”
“Loser does all the house chores for a month,”
“Deal. I’m guessing by your stance that I get to go first?”
Danny nodded.
Raymond took a few moments to size up his target. Danny’s huge nuts were resting at the bottom of his sack, creating an inviting bulge at the V-shaped intersection of his hairy thighs. There was no way a kick could miss ramming them into Danny’s pelvis. Raymond threw his leg back and sent it crashing into Danny’s crotch.
Both of Danny’s juicy nuggets were viciously compressed to half their girth and Raymond’s foot did it’s best to turn them into paste but despite the blow, Danny barely flinched.
“Nice one, Ray.”
Raymond sighed and spread his legs, placing his hands behind his back.
“You ready buddy?” Danny smiled not waiting for any kind of response before lifting his powerfully thick leg between Raymond’s legs.
Danny’s shin crashed upward into Raymond’s crotch, crushing Raymond’s medium-sized saved nuts into his pelvis. Raymond’s eyes crossed and he let out a scream as he fell to his knees much to Danny’s delight.
“Looks like you’ve got a big ol’ pair of glass balls.”
Danny laughed as his smaller, muscular roommate kneeled on the ground clutching his manhood. Raymond rocked back and forth for nearly a minute and at first Danny thought this game was only going to last one round. Slowly though, the cute freckled grad student rose to his feet and immediately took on a squat stance, ready to unleash another kick.
Danny nodded and resumed his spread-legged, vulnerable stance and had barely put his hands behind his back when Raymond sent his toe crashing into his friend’s junk.
“Ooomph!”
Danny’s hands went for his crotch and he bent slightly at the knees, though he stopped short of falling to the ground.
“Nice one, Ray.”
The beefy blonde quickly regained his composure and motioned for Raymond to spread his legs.
“Ready to have your nuts cracked?”
Raymond rolled his eyes at the macabre joke just as Danny sent his powerful leg forward in a perfect arch.
“Oooh!”
Danny actually grimaced himself as he felt his roommate’s dense nuts being almost totally crushed between Raymond’s pelvic bone and Danny’s shin. But despite the power of the kick, the taught fabric of Raymond’s jeans were giving him a slight advantage over Danny’s swimwear – which left everything hanging and lose.
“I think you should ditch the jeans, Ray.”
Raymond barely registered the request as he nursed his flattened balls. He slowly rose to his feet, his eyes fixated on Danny’s bulging shorts – especially his clearly outlined cock.
“Eyes up here!”
Raymond blushed as he proceeded to unzip and step out of his jeans. He was wearing a pair of yellow boxer briefs, not particularly provocative, but still showed off his modest endowment. Luckily for Raymond, the blows to his balls had caused his cock to deflate sparing him the embarrassment of sporting a fully-erect dick.
“That’s better, easier to hit.”
Raymond rolled his eyes.
“Spread ‘em. It’s my turn now.” Raymond barked at Danny and Danny promptly obliged.
Danny’s nuts seemed to be resting even lower in their sack than before, creating two obvious lumps at the intersection of Danny’s thighs. Raymond tried to ignore the third lump — Danny’s now-hard cock — that was tending his trunks as he lined up his foot and sent it crashing into the target.
Raymond’s kick was spot on and Danny’s eyes crossed slightly as he started to slump to his knees, though he was able to right himself before he got all the way to the ground. Raymond was impressed at how stoically his roommate was taking his beating.
“Very nice, Ray. All that biking to campus is paying off,”
Danny gestured to Raymond’s toned thighs.
“Anyway, I hope you didn’t want kids, because I’m about to pop your man cherries, if you catch my drift,”
Raymond noticed that the taunt actually made Danny’s cock start to leak precum, a small wet stain appearing in his trunks.
“Spread your legs, Raymond.”
Raymond obliged and tied his best to brace himself for the coming assault.
“Oh Shit!”
Raymond thought he was going to puke as Danny’s foot crashed into his crotch. Danny’s large foot just kept compressing the trapped nuggets flatter nad flatter and flatter until it seemed like they weren’t going to stop until Raymond’s balls had literally popped. It was the most intense pain Raymond had ever been in and he was still contemplating it as he lay rocking on the side of the pool rocking in a fetal position and clutching his junk. For his part, Danny was more aroused by the circumstances than concerned for his friend and he wasn’t even trying to conceal his cock. Raymond, who was still on the ground, looked up at his friend and actually felt his mouth watering at the site, Danny’s cock was now completely hard, a thick meaty tube that was easily ten inches long. The tent it was causing in his shorts would have looked fake had Raymond not been there to witness the whole thing growing naturally.
“You might want to put that thing away,”
Raymond, still holding his crotch with one hand rose to his feet and gestured at Danny’s package.
Danny let out a bellowing laugh, not at all embarrassed by his sexual gifts.
“Oh, don’t mind my ‘lil throat choker.”
Raymond couldn’t help but laugh as he felt his own cock starting to get hard.
“Throat choker? Doesn’t look that big to me,” Raymond lied.
Danny winked at Raymond and resumed his stance.
“Your turn.”
The two went back and forth a few more rounds, Raymond collapsing to his knees after each hit, struggling to rationalize continuing, and Danny seemingly hardly phased as if his large squishy balls were actually made of steel. All the while Danny’s enormous cock stayed hard, and seemed to get harder with each kick to his own manhood.
“Okay, Raymond, get ready to have your chestnuts turned into Nutella!”
Raymond grimaced at the visual and it was all he could do not to close his legs and duck out of the way before Danny sent his foot colliding into his wide-open nuts. Raymond howled and could actually hear the crunching of his gonads ricocheting through his body and for a moment feared his roommate had actually reduced his nuts into a sandwich spread paste.
Raymond resolved that he wasn’t going to lose this contest and rose to his feet with a laser focus on his Danny’s balls. As Danny took his stance to be kicked, he was actually taken aback by the look of resolve on his smaller friend’s face as he eyed the mounding targets.
“Hope you have good insurance, because I’m about to rupture you…”
Raymond spoke with seriousness beyond the friendly taunts that had marked most of the evening and the look in his eye told Danny that he meant business.
CRUNCH!
“Ooomph!”
For the first time in the contest, Danny felt a level of true pain he almost couldn’t handle. He clutched his shorts as he slumped to his knees, his cock slightly deflated.
The next few rounds continued in similar fashion. No matter how hard Danny kicked Raymond, Raymond responded with a kick significantly more focused and powerful. It was clear that what Danny had in testicular fortitude, Raymond made up for with sheer resolve to win and it wasn’t entirely sure which would give in first.
Danny had just cocked his leg back for a devastating blow to Raymond’s future children when they were both startled by a sound coming from around the corner of the house.
“Dad!” Raymond gasped just as Danny’s leg rose so hard between his legs that the short swimmer was actually lifted from the ground, almost causing his testicles to actually burst against this pelvis bone.
“Mr. Fielmer!” Danny nearly shrieked at the sight of Raymond’s dad.
Mr. Fielmer looked on in muted horror at his son, who was howling and rolling on the ground, and his attacker whose leg was still kicked into the air.
As he struggled to regain his composure, Raymond looked up with embarrassment and shock at his father, who was still standing dumbstruck, having barely come around the corner of the house from the street.
“The gate was open… ” Mr. Fielmer stumbled to get out, still fixated on his fallen son.
“Dad, what are you doing here?”
Raymond got out as he rose to his feel, fueled by adrenaline. HIs balls were still throbbing, pounding from the pain of the last kick, but he was able to pull himself together enough to take a few steps toward his father.
At 45 year old, Mr. Fielmer’s family resemblance was uncanny. They were about the same height, though the senior was a bit more muscular, and instead of dark brown, Mr. Fielmer’s hair was a dark gray, their faces looked very similar with Mr. Fielmer having crows’ feet and a few slight wrinkles. Otherwise, he was incredibly youthful and could have passed for a graduate student himself.
“I was driving by Merced on my way home from Los Angeles and thought I would pop in,”
Mr. Fielmer explained, visibly letting his guard down as he realized that whatever he had stumbled into was consensual.
“I tried calling but it went to voicemail so I thought I would stop by. Looks like I’m interrupting something.”
Danny’ cock totally deflated from the surprise and he approached his roommate’s father as casually as could be done in the circumstance.
“Yeah, we were just …”
“Playing roshambo.”
Raymond and Danny looked at the elder Fielmer incredulously.
“What? I’m not supposed to know what that is?” Mr. Fielmer laughed.
It took at few minutes for everyone’s initial shock to die down and the atmosphere to settle to a relative normal. Mr. Fielmer was sitting on the chase lounge next to his son whilst Danny sat the in the other, all three of them holding a beer. Mr. Fielmer explained how he saw the Merced exit on a whim driving home from a business meeting and thought he would surprise Raymond by showing up and taking him to dinner. But when Mr. Fielmer had arrived, no one answered the door despite both cars being in the driveway, so he let himself into the gate.
“So it looks like he got you pretty good, ‘eh son?”
Mr. Fielmer finished off his beer and was immediately handed another by Danny.
“Yeah, you could say that, dad.”
“Well..” Mr. Fielmer’s voice trailed off.
He took rose his beer bottle to his lips and tipped his neck back and did not stop drinking until the entire thing was drained in one continuous swallow. The two college kids looked on at the ‘old’ man incredulously and Danny handed him another beer on cue.
“I’m not a dinosaur, you two.” Mr. Fielmer laughed.
“Actually, it feels good to be away from your mother for a bit.”
Mr. Fielmer, his son and his son’s hot roommate sat drinking beers and enjoying the cool evening air in near silence for almost a half an hour. For his part, Raymond was glad for the break as he wasn’t sure how many more rounds of roshambo he could possibly take.
“So…” Mr. Fielmer turned toward Danny as he downed another beer “Crunchy or smooth?”
“Mr. Fielmer?”
“I mean how do you like your peanut butter? Looks like you were trying to turn Raymond’s into extra creamy.”
The elder Fielmer chuckled, partly by his own lame joke, and partly by his son’s mortified reaction.
“Dad!”
“Creamy, I guess.” Danny responded laughing, his cock stirring unnoticeably in his trunks.
“Oh yeah? No lumps at all? Doesn’t bode well for my grandkids, does it?” Mr. Fielmer laughed patting his son on the back.
“Dad…”
Though embarrassed, Raymond was hardly surprised at his father’s frat boy gutter humor, though it was usually a bit more subtle.
“I used to be quite the nutcracker in my day,” Mr. Fielmer started. Raymond couldn’t tell for certain, but he was sure he saw his father’s glossed over eyes dart to Danny’s mounding crotch.
Mr. Fielmer stood up abruptly, spread his legs and put his hands behind his back as if preparing to go a round in their contest.
“Dad!” Raymond shouted, half laughing, half unbelieving.
Danny, stood up too and took a stance in front of Mr. Fielmer, who was spitting image, though slightly-older-looking version of Raymond. There was something hot about seeing a handsome, straight middle aged gentleman offer up his nuggets for Danny’s amusement and Danny’s cock was starting to respond.
Inch after inch of cock sprang to life until Danny was sporting a healthy, though barely noticeably tent in his trunks which would have been invisible to Raymond had it not been for the fact that his eyes were now eye level with his standing roommate. Raymond wasn’t sure it if it was the alcohol, his hormones, the absurdity of the situation — his roommate and his father about to engage in a game of roshambo — or all three, but he was unable to tear his eyes away from Danny’s crotch. Danny turned to him, noticed the stare, and met his roommate’s eyes with a teasing wink.
“So, young man, I’ll be a gentleman and let you get in a practice kick.”
Mr. Fielmer spread his legs even wider and squatted slightly as if bracing himself.
“Dad!”
“What? What’s good for the goose is good for the old man, or something like that,” Mr. Fielmer laughed.
“Are you for real?” Danny’s cock jumped.
“Sure! Let’s loosen up.”
Raymond shook his head, recognizing the slight slur in his father’s voice that usually appeared after he had drank just a little too much at a family get together and had gained the liquid courage to forcibly engage some equally drunk relative in political debate, or take up some juvenile dare to the chagrin of Mrs. Fielmer.
“I hope you like Ray being an only child!”
CRUNCH!
Danny’s taunt was perfectly timed to his foot colliding full-force to the elder Fielmer’s slack-clad crotch. The impact was brutal. Danny actually winced as he held the man’s balls fallen under his foot, but to his amazement Mr. Fielmer barely registered the hit, in fact he actually yawned tauntingly at his attacker.
“Is that the best you got?”
Raymond laughed as he sprang up to give his old man a high five. Danny for his part was stunned. He was sure that kick would have elicited at least a yelp, but here was Mr. Fielmer seemingly as bored as if he was waiting for a subway train.
“Nice one, pops.”
Danny took his pose, legs spread and arms behind his back, and Raymond couldn’t help but notice that his cock was now slightly deflated.
Mr. Fielmer reared his foot back several times, lining up his kick perfectly, a few times his shoe actually touching Danny’s heavy balls, and was about to deliver a powerful kick before he stopped short and said something that made Danny’s cock stir anew and Raymond’s face distort in confused mortification.
“How about I play the winner of your game?”
“Dad!”
“What? You two were already well into a game, from what I could tell. Who am I to take cuts?”
“He has a point,” Danny agreed winking at Raymond.
“But dad, what if I win?”
Mr. Fielmer, for the first time, showed a hint of embarrassment before quickly retorting “Well, it isn’t like you were going to give us any natural grandkids anyway.”
Raymond’s face turned crimson as his father and roommate nearly collapsed into hysterical laughter, tears streaming down Danny’s face.
As Danny laughed, Mr. Fielmer noticed his son’s face of embarrassment and genuine hurt and promptly regained his composure, wrapping his arm around his son’s shoulder and leaned in close to his son.
“Don’t be mad, You know I love you, Ray.”
Mr. Fielmer planted a wet kiss on his son’s cheek and Raymond couldn’t help but be placated. After all, this was his typical, loving, slightly-tipsy dad. But with more bruised testicles involved than normal.
“So I believe it was Raymond’s turn.”
Mr. Fielmer’s booming voice captured Danny’s attention and he slowly regained his composure, taking his spread-legged position.
Raymond eyed his roommate’s crotch as if forming an X-ray image of his sagging nutsack from which to focus his laser aim.
“You got this, son!”
CRUNCH!
“Oooh!”
Danny crumpled to the ground holding his crotch as Raymond stood proud of his handiwork. Raymond had noticed that Danny’s eyes took on an almost glossy, disconnected look before each prior kick – perhaps a physical manifestation of his ‘mental preparedness’- so this time Raymond was sure to launch his kick before any such preparation had occurred and judging by Danny’s fetal position, the strategy worked.
“My nuts!” Danny screamed as he rolled around the pool deck.
“Nice one, son!”
Mr. Fielmer gave his boy a high-five as Danny slowly rose to his feet.
“Okay, spread ‘em.” Danny barked, seemingly genuinely irritated.
Raymond had barely taken his stance before Danny’s shin crashed upward into Raymond’s pelvis.
“Ooooh!”
Raymond was actually lifted off the ground, his crotch straddling Danny’s powerful leg, as his nuts were crunched between Danny’s leg and his own pelvis. The delicate membranes and tissues horribly distorted along the way.
Danny looked on with a look of thinly-veiled satisfaction as his roommate rocked back and forth on the ground. Danny, as if on cue, took his stance and waited for Raymond to regain himself and stand, but unlike the last rounds, he didn’t.
“Oooh shit! Ooh!”
Raymond clutched his battered nuts and rocked back and forth for nearly five minutes as waves of nausea rose through his body. He actually wretched several times, though was able to catch himself before he actually painted the pool deck with his beer.
Finally ten minutes after the kick, with Raymond still unable to stand up, Danny’s face curled into a satisfied victory smile.
“Well, looks like I’m the winner. He can’t even get back up.”
Mr. Fielmer flashed Danny a scowl of genuine rage as watched the handsome blonde gloating over the destruction of his offspring’s genitals, though Danny was too busy in his schadenfreude to notice.
“Come on, son. You got this.”
Mr. Fielmer dropped to his knees and held his son’s shoulders.
“Ooooh.” was all Raymond could get out.
“Tick tock!” Danny laughed.
Raymond, who was now openly crying, shook his head ‘yes’ at his father as he slowly rose to his feet..
Mr. Fielmer stepped back as his son took his kicking position – though his knees were weak – and Danny assumed his position as the bustee. His powerful legs were spread wide, allowing his pendulous nuts to hang at their maximum swing away from his body.
Raymond meekly cocked his foot back and was about to unleash a kick when Mr. Fielmer grabbed his shoulder and shouted “Time out!”
Danny rolled his eyes as Mr. Fielmer leaned in and whispered into his son’s ear.
“His balls hang, really low, so you’ve got to ram them up and then put your foot in. Think about crushing a grape.”
Raymond, shocked at how aptly his father was able to mentally undress Danny, nodded before resuming his stance.
“Come on, we haven’t got all…”
CRUUUUUNCH!
Raymond lifted his foot, his toe colliding perfectly with the bottom of Danny’s huge nut sack, continuing through with the kick until his balls were even with his crotch, and then pressing upward and inward with the front of his foot, totally crushing Danny’s juicy plumbs into his pelvis.
“Oh fuck!”
Danny, for the first time in the contest experiencing extreme pain, collapsed into a heap of muscle as he grabbed for his junk, legitimately feeling them through his shorts to make sure they hadn’t actually burst open.
“Nice one!” Mr. Fielmer smiled as his son.
Danny lay rolling on the pool deck for almost twice as long as Raymond before Mr. Fielmer announced seriously “Tick tock. Guess this is a forfeit.”
“No…” Danny coughed as he rose to his feet, his knees still visibly shaking.
“Spread your legs, Raymond! I’m about to destroy you!”
Mr. Fielmer and Raymond were stunned at the serious tone of Danny’s threat and it was all Mr. Fielmer could do to not react out of parental instinct and not pound Danny’s face in with his fist. Roshambo was supposed to be a game, after all, and here was Mr. Fielmer legitimately fearing for his son’s safety.
“Bring it, bitch!”
Raymond replied confidently as he took his stance. His nuts, though throbbing, were not hurting nearly enough to counter his deadly resolve to win this game at all costs.
Danny cocked his foot back and delivered a powerful snap to Raymond’s footballs…
CRUN-SPLOTCH!
Raymond threw up and clutched his junk as he collapsed to the ground. Danny’s cock twitched at the very different feel of the impact his foot had when it collided with Raymond’s nutsack. Raymond’s balls had both been compressed impossibly flat, only this time Danny swore he felt Raymond’s right nut getting flatter and flatter and flatter until there was suddenly no resistance at all. Although Raymond’s package was ultimately fine, the sick way it had just compressed made a wave of panic and erotic excitement wash over the tall blond and he actually thought he was going to shoot his load right there in front of Raymond and his dad.
“Okay, okay! Time out!”
Mr. Fielmer, his voice booming and any signs of slurring completely gone, commanded at Danny as he dropped to his knees to comfort his son. Raymond was nearly hysterical, screaming “My nuts! My nuts!”
Mr. Fielmer was in terror as he watched helplessly as his only son was clutching his crotch and screaming in pain. True paternal instincts kicked in as Mr. Fielmer cradled his son in his arms and he whispered soft reassurance into his ears.
Meanwhile Danny was laughing so hard he was doubled over, soaking in the sight of his best friend reduced to a puke-stained, crying mess. The laughter set Mr. Fielmer over the edge.
“Stand up!” Mr. Fielmer barked.
“It’s clear you won this round, now it’s my turn.”
Danny, how had partly regained a semi-standing, spread-legged pose, was too busy laughing to notice the command…
CRUNCH! CRUNCH!
Mr. Fielmer delivered two kicks to Danny’s big balls in rapid succession. Mr. Fielmer actually gasped as his brain processed just how enormous Danny’s balls were as his powerful foot compressed them into his pelvic bone.
The kick cut Danny’s laughter like a knife and the big blonde cub clutched his crotch, his eyes crossing as he fell to his knees in slow motion.
“Come on! Tick tock!”
Mr. Fielmer tapped his foot impatiently while he waited for Danny to stand up.
“Dad, I’m fine,” Raymond coughed as he got to his feet, one hand still planted in the waistband of his pants.
“Well I said I would play winner, and Danny here is clearly the winner.”
Danny, for his part, was still on his knees crying and clutching his balls through his swim trunks.
“Tick, tock.”
Mr. Fielmer, tiring of Danny’s delay, reared his foot back and sent it sailing between Danny’s legs. The big dumb blonde yelped pitifully as Mr. Filemer’s foot crashed into his groin like a star athlete striking a penalty kick. It felt like both of Danny’s meaty hands had been shattered as they were driven into his balls, literally causing Danny to crush his own balls.
“Ooomph!”
Danny fell to his side, his legs kicking wildly as he tried to relieve the pain radiating through his crotch like a hot knife. Raymond, though still throbbing from his own epic take down, couldn’t help but get hard at the site of his beefy, handsome roommate clutching his balls and rolling on the pool deck, all of his muscles well defined as they strained in agony.
“Dad!” Raymond shouted as he saw his father preparing to deliver another blow to Danny’s defenseless crotch.
It took Danny nearly ten minutes to stop sobbing and regain his composure, rising confidently as the dried tracks of tears ran down his face.
“So, you got three in. I get three.”
“Deal.”
“You guys can’t be serious.”
Raymond couldn’t believe what was happening. It was obvious this game was going too far, but here was his father stoic and spread legged whilst his visibly angry roommate was lining up a kick that would guarantee Raymond was the last fruit to come off the Fielmer family tree.
WOOSH – CRUNCH!
CRUNCH!
CRUNCH!
Danny delivered three of the most powerful kicks he could muster so rapidly his meaty leg was a blur, and each one landed with deadly accuracy, crushing Mr. Fielmer’s balls perfectly with each blow. But the handsome man only grimaced slightly and his abs tenses visibly through his shirt as he absorbed the blows like a true roshambo champion. Raymond was slack jawed. Danny was both impressed and horrified as he knew that this meant that Mr. Fielmer and his surprisingly well-developed kick would have another shot at his own balls.
Danny’s hands almost instinctively went to cover his junk, even before Mr. Fielmer had even taken a position to kick.
“Son, it looks like Danny doesn’t want to play by the rules. Maybe you should help keep his hands out of the way.”
Raymond looked as his father incredulously, then at his roommate, then his father.
Danny’s gray eyes flashed panic and he turned to run, but it was too late. The smaller, more agile Raymond was behind him before he even realized it and was holding his arms crossed firmly behind his back. Danny attempted to close his legs but it was no use, Raymond’s more powerful legs were prying them open at the knee.
Mr. Fielmer took a moment to admire the splayed blonde stud before him, his eyes locked on the enormous mound in his trunks…
CRUNCH!
“Oooh!”
CRUNCH!
CRUNCH!
Mr. Fielmer drove the flat bottom of his shoe into Danny’s balls three times rapidly, causing the huge organs to compress dangerously flat.
“Oh fuck!”
Danny would have collapsed to the ground had it not been for Raymond’s strong grip on him. Raymond couldn’t help but get aroused as Danny’s hunky frame rubbed and grinded against him and soon Raymond’s eight inch cock was rubbing obviously into the small of Danny’s back through his pants.
“Oh fuck dude! Get off me, faggot!”
Mr. Fielmer gasped. Raymond tightened his grip on Danny out of guttural rage. Even Danny immediately realized how damning his words were and stopped fighting to get free despite the pain still throbbing from his nuts. Danny considered Raymond one of his best friends and was mortified that his pain and panic stricken mind had even conjured such a phrase.
“Dude. Dude, I’m sorry.”
Danny could feel Raymond’s cock, which was now throbbing, pulsing into his back but he didn’t care.
Mr. Fielmer, who had always quietly feared for his openly-gay son’s safety in a world filled with homophobic rantings literally snorted in rage, his face turning beet red as he marched toward the cowering Danny.
“So. You think you’re tough shit, straight boy.”
Mr. Fielmer reached into Danny’s shorts with both hands and grasped one of his kiwi-sized nuts in his strong hands and began to squeeze.
“Oooh! I’m sorry! Oooh!”
Mr. Fielmer’s hefty bicep got hard as it flexed from his fists coming closer and closer together, trapping Danny’s left nut in their vise like grip.
“Ooh! Please!”
“So you call my son a faggot but you play roshambo, a ball game, with him…”
Danny squealed as Mr. Fielmer’s hands got impossibly close together. It felt like his nut was about to burst and ooze from between the handsome man’s fingers.
“And what’s this, you’re getting hard with another man’s hands on your junk…”
Despite the unbearable squeezing, Danny’s cock was getting rock hard and was quickly approaching its full ten inch, girth mass creating an obvious tent in his shorts.
“Please! Please let me go!”
Danny struggled to get free to no avail, as Raymond had him in a professional-grade hold. Danny’s back was getting sticky from Raymond’s precum that was leaking uncontrollably despite — or perhaps because of — the gravity of the situation.
Danny’s ball got flatter, and flatter, and flatter.
“Oh yeah. Say goodbye to your nut, homophobe.”
Danny was squealing like a pig as he felt his nut at its critical mass. It was compressed into a dense, meaty patty between Mr. Fielmer’s hands and there was absolutely no way it could get any flatter before it just exploded. Danny was screaming hysterically as he felt the membranes of his enormous nut starting to cave in. Flatter and flatter.
“What do you say son. Should I pop it?”
Danny hollered and begged as Raymond shook his head ‘yes’.
Flatter and flatter… and flatter.
Danny’s cock jerked as the inside of his shorts were painted with gob after gob of sticky, thick cum, covering Mr. Fielmer’s hands but in no way loosening his death grip.
“PLEASE!”
Danny’s nut couldn’t possibly compress any further before it literally blew apart…
Mr. Fielmer’s made cold eye contact with Danny’s terrified eyes… then bought his hands together even tighter.
“Oooh!”
Danny’s eyes crossed as his cock erupted the largest, thickest load of cum it had ever delivered, totally drenching his swim trunks, Mr. Fielmer’s hand and his battered junk. Danny’s eyes cross and his mouth took on a strange half-smile, half-terrified expression as he passed out. Although his last thought before blacking out was that his testicle had cracked in his fuzzy blonde sack, the juicy seed pod was still entirely intact, although just barely.
Danny’d dead weight hung from Raymond like a rag doll and Raymond set his hunky roommate gently on the pool deck, mortified that his father had actually cracked one of Danny’s nuts.
“Dad! What did you do?”
Mr. Fielmer, who Raymond was sure was sporting an erection through his slacks, only smiled slyly and remarked “I won this round, that’s what I did.”