Poll Results: Where Do You Prefer Stories Take Place?

Results are in, and here they are:

School (Gym, Class, Lunchroom, etc) - 15/45 (33%)

Home (Bedrooms, Backyards, Basements, etc) - 20/45 (44%)

Outside (Fields, Stores, Public Places, etc) - 5/45 (11%)

As long as it's hot, it can be in a volcano - 5/45  (11%)

Other - 0/45 (0%)

Some more of my favorite busts! Vol. 3

Hey guys! Been awhile since I posted one of these, but better late than never! Here are some more of my favorite ballbusuting videos on Youtube! And to begin, a YouTube channel some of you might be familiar with. Call of Dumb!

Paul meets Cody's Family

Quick edit: Here are some stories that I published recently, and are worth checking out if you haven't already!


Paul looked at Cody and Stevie with a friendly yet surprised smile. It’s the first time he’s been inside Cody’s house, and so far, it's certainly meeting his expectations.

“You two look so alike, Jesus Christ…”  

It was very easy to see that the two are brothers. Cody looked just like Stevie does, when he was his age, and it's very likely that Stevie will look just like Cody does when he's 17. 

"How old are you Stevie?" Paul asked sweetly. 

"I'm twelve!" Stevie said with unconstrained excitement, happy to finally meet one of his big brothers friends. 

Paul laughed. "Twelve? Damn, you're gonna be big and strong just like your brother soon!" Paul said. 

Not only did Stevie smile and feel bubbly as he looked up at his big brother, but Cody also smiled at the comment. He looked down at his brother, proudly. Stevie has curly brown hair, and pretty hazel eyes that were looking up at Cody's eyes which look just the same. Stevie also has a great facial structure that he will no doubt grow into, just like Cody has. Cody rubbed Stevie's hair, which was just like his own, feeling something innate about his brother at the moment.  

Stevie felt appreciated, while also happy to be compared to his idol, and found it easy to respond. "Cody's awesome! He's really cool and funny too." Stevie said, making Cody feel all warm. 

"Really?" Paul asked. 

"Yeah! Watch this!" Stevie said, as he reared his fist back and punched Cody between the legs, smashing the mound in his white shorts with a twack. In Stevie's eyes, he just complimented the moment like a campfire compliments the night. 

A Royal Guide to Decency

I've gone and published a coupleof stories recently, so make sure to read them (Especially this one) first!

Certain but oddly unaware, Paul walked with determination straight on in an area that he’s unable to place. There’s something familiar about it, and it made him feel nostalgic. But if someone asked him where he is, or even why he's there, he wouldn’t be able to respond.

A poorly lit corridor surrounded him, and this poorly lit corridor stretched for quite a distance, much to Paul's displeasure. Paul only looked forward, as if there was no other choice. But at one point, he does realize, he has no idea how this badly lit corridor has any light whatsoever. Paul tried to glance around in hopes of finding the source of the weak lighting, in order to find something to throw his mild discontent at. But for some reason, he couldn't turn his head. It's like his head was fixed in place, and only his eyes were able to move. He wasn't even sure if he was in control of his feet, that were emotionlessly moving in front of the other like they were only following orders.

It was at this point Paul started to wonder what's going on.

Then, before he could find a suitable answer to what should be an easy question, he reached the end of the corridor.

A door stood in front. It was an exceptionally boring door. When Paul put his hand on the bronze doorknob, it sent a chill down his spine. Although boring, it was as unfriendly a door could be while still being indistinguishable. Paul moved his other hand to the middle of the wooden door and was able to recognize that it was a very cold door. Much colder then the corridor had been to this point. It made him hesitant to hold onto it any further, as it gave him a harsh feeling that made it clear that Paul was unwelcomed to keep his meaty teenage hands on it. But, his degenerate hand turned the knob and pushed anyways. Paul wasn't sure if he wanted to, but it was quite obvious to him that his opinion didn't matter.

The door creaked open, and inside was something that should've surprised Paul to see.

  

Shredded Shirts, Bruised Balls and Misguided Deciders

Hey guys! Should probably read my previous story first! I hope you guys enjoy! 
I also hope there aren't too many errors, I had to do some weirdness to format this properly. No idea what the issue was, but I digress. 

“It should be a crime for you to wear a shirt.”

Jordan stared at Nick with yearning admiration. Nick’s a very handsome 18 year old boy with gorgeous green eyes that are always on the lookout for a way to have fun. He's handsome, and cares how he looks. His jet black hair is well kept, and his face has no real flaws. A strong jawline, sweet dimples and cheekbones that are obvious, but aren't so sharp as to make him look manufactured; A natural, handsome face and a strong, sexy body with well kept and defined 6 pack abs, bulging biceps, bouncing pecs and a bulbous crotch. 

Nick's not wearing a shirt as we join in, and he's wearing white basketball shorts that are very soft to the touch. His body has some sweat running over, but he's hardly worked himself up. Nick felt awesome as he thought of a reply to his friend's complimentary words.