Here’s another one from K’s old site. I even think it was one of the story contest winners.
It Was a Strange Party
posted by Dallas Texas
Cal, a very old friend of mine, and the first and only guy I intentionally busted but that was back when we were, you guessed it, 13 or so had contacted me and asked if I could come out for a visit. So a couple of months and many emails later I was getting off the plane in San Francisco to spend the weekend.
Cal met me at the plane holding a Dallas sign. Shit had he changed over the years. Hope you don’t mind, he said but we are headed to a party this weekend. We then rolled into old times and what have you been up to the last 15 years stuff that I won’t bore you with here.
The location of the party was a really nice place, very secluded with a beautiful pool and lots of lawn chairs on the deck looking out over the city. Nice place.
Cal had warned me that it was a small group of guys that get together now and then and just spend the weekend partying and watching sports. Occasionally there are couple of girls that show up but mostly it’s a stag party. He wasn’t sure what was happening at this one.
Walked in to the party and the host came up in boxer shorts. After the usual salutations he turned to me and asked if I was boxers or briefs. Briefs, I said, and Cal took my arm and said that I had better start off with boxers.
So after we changed into the party attire, shorts and nothing else, we joined the party. There were maybe 16 guys there and no women. Too bad. But the guys were all great and I was soon having a really good time talking sports and checking out the pool. There were several in boxers and a few in briefs. The briefs were white and tight. I was looking at this with a puzzled expression when the host asked if Cal had explained the party to me. Not really I guess. Here, let me give you a hint. See that guy walking towards us, the one in the briefs? Well watch. The host left the cold beer he had brought and then walked to meet this guy. As the host walked by, his hand shot out and nailed the guy square in the nuts. Fuck the guy mouth as he started down in a squat. Then he crawled up into a chaise and put his head back to absorb fully what had just happened.
Cal came over. He asked if I understood what it was all about. Not really I said. Well if you are wearing boxers, you are here for the company. If you are wearing briefs and your dick is pointing up, your nuts are fair game. There was a rule change about a year ago when one guy got nailed three times before he got changed into his boxers after he had had enough. So now, it is only if you have reached down and pulled your dick up. It’s why the shorts are on the small size, keeps it up. But the host is in boxers so why did he. Cal stopped me and said with a twinkle in his eye, well, no one in briefs is really going to complain now are they?
As the evening wore on, more and more guys were switching to briefs. More and more bust were going on. But it was all pretty tame stuff. Still I was beginning a cold sweat thinking that I might like to really join the party. I was sitting on the sofa by the bar lost in these thoughts when this guy walked over in briefs and put one foot up on the arm of the sofa. He was looking at the TV and began commenting on the game. His package was neatly positioned and in the proper alignment and in my face. Okay, hell I will oblige him. Felt his two plums give way absorbing my blow. It had been a long time since I nailed someone and I enjoyed the instant replay going on in my mind. I could see and feel those balls shoot up, finally held in place by scrotum and cloth. I loved it. I loved the expression on his face. Even in this environment, it was one of shock. The host came over and said to the guy that just got racked, you lose the bet. He looked at me and said that the guy, now in blissful discomfort, had bet that you weren’t a player. It was a nice shot.
After watching a few more busts, I couldn’t resist. I hadn’t been busted in a really long time. I went back to the bedroom and checked out the briefs. There was the 32 inch waist I was looking for. Took off the boxers, and slid into the briefs. They were tight. Reached in, pulled my cock up and checked myself out in the mirror. Yeah, that is pretty obvious. My heart was pounding, my knees were shaking. I shook myself down and went back out to the party. I wasn’t ready just yet.
Cal was still in boxers when he came up to me. Thought you might join he said. Take your time. I’m going to go change now myself.
I was standing there outside by the pool when I finally smiled at myself and said oh hell; you know you want it, do it. I reached down inside the brief and pulled my cock up. My eyes were closed as I was expecting to get nailed any second but it wasn’t that quick in coming. Cal came over, flag down, and said alright!
A half hour had passed and nothing. I had almost forgotten about the whole thing when it came from nowhere. Both balls were instantaneously yelling. The blows had been delivered one-two. The host had come over to distract me. I had been standing there talking to Cal and Charlie, the guy that I had busted earlier, when the host had come up from behind and put his hand on my shoulder. I had turned my head to listen to what he was saying in my ear when Charlie and Cal had done the deed in a welcome to the club gesture. My knees had buckled and I put my arm on Cal’s chest and was resting my head there. I stood, leaning on Cal, shaking. The dull pain was building in my guts as I was looking down at the ground trying to catch my breath. Then I saw the open palm in a blur heading for my already aching sack. I couldn’t move in time. The connection was square on. This time the nuts, already pulled up and tight from the initial insult, didn’t give to the blow. This shot went straight to my guts in an explosive flashing light of pain and I fell to the floor. Cal had nailed me a third time. You might want to get your dick down he said. But it didn’t matter now; I was well covered curved up, and on the floor. I couldn’t even breathe.
After 10 minutes or so, they helped me up and laid me out on the deck chair. I wouldn’t rejoin the party for another hour or more. Once, I tried, but as soon as I started to get up the ache returned and I went back down. Cal brought me an ice pack and a drink. Been waiting a long time to return the favour he said with a wink. Well, Cal, I wouldn’t raise the flag here tonight if you value your nuts. Cal reached down and grabbed my nuts, lightly it didn’t take much. He smiled at me and then got up, reached inside his briefs and pulled he cock up. See ya around Dallas, and soon I hope.