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Geoff's Billy's Balls are Busted
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* The following contains EXPLICIT sex of a variety of kinds. It may be very *
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* everything, except offing. Glad to say, that has never been part of my *
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* My Nickname is Geoffrey *
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Geoff's Story
This is MY story, dammit, and it's not fiction. This shit really happened to
me. I'm not ashamed of it P in fact, looking back, I'm rather proud of the
experiences I've had. So put away that bullshit you read that obviously
adolescent fiction, and read my story. First of all, I'm one of five brothers;
I was born in 1968. My oldest brother - actually my half brother - Billy was
born in 1948. His story is very special, and I'll tell you about him later on.
Next to Billy is Donny, born in 1962, then Mark, born in 1964, and finally Lee
born in 1975. Lee (his real name was Li Nguyen) taught me to speak Vietnamese.
We adopted him when he was two, brought out of Vietnam through a prison camp in
Thailand. More about him later, too.
My name is Geoff Honaner, I'm twenty-six, and I love getting my rocks off. In
fact, a great deal of what I do and think about is getting them off, and I have
a strong right hand. I get the ache you know it, the one in the pit of your
stomach, the one that makes your nuts throb, that takes all your attention from
anything else almost every day.
It wasn't always that way. No, I'm not gay, nor bisexual. I am just sexual,
and whatever relieves the ache in my balls is what I go for. The Vietnamese
call it the "bird." The Chinese call it "The one-eyed monk." It's my dick,
and it has been driving my life since I discovered it. It wasn't always that
way. I had a long way to come (forgive the pun) from fear of my pecker and
disgust over touching it to enjoying it.
My Mom loved me, I know that, and I don't know about my Dad. Dad had been
married before my Mom. He was a bastard then! That's when he had my oldest
brother, Billy. I can't tell you much about Billy's life, but I can tell you
something that's very special to me, and makes me even closer to my youngest
brother, Lee. Billy was in the war in Vietnam. He was captured and in a
torture camp for a long time. He wrote down a diary on toilet paper that they
never discovered. He had a little bit of aluminum foil that he wrapped the
diary in every day, and he stuck it up his ass. They never found it. After
the war he got home, but because of his work in intelligence the government
changed his name. I shared his diary with my brothers, but the rest of my
family know nothing about it. I'll tell you about his diary later, because
what he wrote really fits into this story and is an important part of it.
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Billy Gets His Balls Busted
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Billy wrote about how cruel Dad was to him as a kid. Billy's earliest memory
of Dad was Dad kicking down the door to his room. "Dad was fuckin' drunk and
Mom was crying 'cause Dad had slapped her. She was trying to protect me, I
guess. I was still in my crib, and screaming, and Mom bawling. Dad slapped
her and knocked her down on the floor. I can't remember much more than that."
Billy wrote a lot about how cruel Dad was and how he often really beat Billy
with his big leather belt. Billy was terrifie d of Dad, hated him for what he
did to his mom, and loved him. Being a kid he had terribly mixed emotions.
Finally it all came to a head. This is how Billy wrote it down.
"I had my sixteenth birthday, and got my driver's license. I thought I was hot
shit. I called two of my cousins, Jill and Norma Jean and asked them if they
wanted to go the lake swimming. I picked them up and we spent the day at the
lake having a great time. They were real teases but we'd always got along
pretty well. It was a really hot Texas day and the lake was great. We finally
decided to go home, and I wore the regulation dress for the occasion: cowboy
had, swimsuit, and boots.
I drove us back home and on the way, Norma said, "Let's stop by our ranch. Dad
said their breeding our mare today. They're bringing in a big black stallion
from Lubbock."
"Why stop?" I asked.
"Oh, Norma, let's watch" Jill said, "unless Billy is to embarrassed." She
stretched out that word, "em-barrrrrrrrrrrr-asssed" with a rising whining
inflection she used to tease with. Hell, I'd seen horses fuck before P what's
the deal. "Fine with me, if you wanna watch horses fuck," I said. "Oh Billy,
you're so crude," Jill teased. We pulled in the lot just as they were bringing
the big black stallion out of the truck. He was about 18 hands tall and really
wired. He also had a pretty good idea why h e was there 'cause his cock was
already hanging out of its sheath. He reared up, two or three times and it
took three handlers to keep him under control. The mare was already in the
service stall and she was ready. They had a big piece of leather draped over
her shoulders and up her neck where the big stallion would kick with his feet
and bite at the mare. He smelled her rear end immediately and broke loose to
mount her.
A stud like that always makes the mare be submissive and he was biting at her
mane and pawing her while his cock came out an incredible amount. Always made
me jealous. It was almost three feet out of his sheath and a good four inches
thick. It was solid black. He needed some help getting started, and Jake took
his cock in his hands and guided it towards the lips of the mare. Jake started
the cock in the mare and the stallion began to push. Jack then began to stroke
the cock back and forth - now that I hadn't seen. He was giving the stallion a
hand job. Finally the stud had his cock all the way in and was really humping
till he started shaking with delight (I guess.) It was all over.
We didn't say much when we left to go on over to my house where my cousins'
mother was going to pick up Norma Jean and Jill. We were all too cool to sound
excited by what we'd just seen. But I thought I was in for real trouble. All
I had on was that damn bathing suit and a jock, and my own cock was trying to
jump right out of my pants. I tried to maneuver so my big lump couldn't be
seen and the girls for the time being seemed to ignore it anyway.
When we got to the house I excused myself and went right into the bathroom
where I got my pecker straight up against my belly and under the waste strap of
the jock. At least that way it wouldn't poke out my leg or make a tent at my
crotch. When I came out the girls were looking at a magazine, and I almost
didn't catch the sly look that passed between them. I flopped down, one leg
over the couch and we shot the shit.
Out of nowhere, Jill said, "Billy, I think there was something wrong with the
stallion. What was that thing hanging out of his peter?" (What a cute word P
"peter". I hadn't heard that since the fourth grade.)
"Oh, well, that was - that, er, well, haven't you seen horses fuck before?
That was his cock."
"But," Jill said, "I can see his cock right there in front of his balls. What
was that black thing?"
"No, Jill, horses' cocks are inside their body until they fuck. Then they come
out that way, so they can go deep in the mare and deliver sperm."
"Really!," Jill exclaimed. "That true!" "I didn't know men were like that?
Do you have a big black thing like that?" she asked.
"I'm not a horse's ass and I'm not a horse," I said.
"Well, how big is your peter," Norma said.
I was getting rather warm in the crotch now. In spite of myself this talking
about cocks was giving me a real hard-on. In that skimpy bathing suit I had
on, I was sure they didn't need to ask "How big," I was. They could see.
"What was Jake doing with the stud's cock," Norma asked.
"Oh, God," I though, "Two expert prick-teases!" I was not going satisfy their
desire to get me off. "He was giving it a hand job to make it come faster.
Horses sometimes fuck and don't come. You're dad's paying $1500 for the fuck,
and he wants a foal."
"Do boys get hand jobs," Jill asked, so innocent sounding.
"Well, some do," I said, not going to commit myself, and not hinting that as
soon as they left I'd be giving myself one or two or three, after being hard so
long.
"Show us," Norma said!
"Oh, no you don't I said, and stood up to go to my room. I had to do
something. Just as I jumped up, my pecker popped up just above my bathing
suit, still behind the waste band. The friction of the band on the bottom part
of the head of my cock was more than I could take and I came.
There I was pumping cum down my suit with the girls looking on and in staggers
Dad. He was a drunk as a skunk. Funny, his moral values for others always got
so pure when he was drunk. He took in the scene and decided, I guess, that I
was a pervert exhibitionist. In two steps he was across the room and he
slapped me right in the face, knocking me to the floor. I started to get up
and he kicked me right in the stomach.
Groaning in pain I tried to get up, yelling at him to stop.
"You damn, fuckin' pervert. You wanna show them gals something, well, you'll
show them all right."
"You two sit down right there," he turned and yelled at Norma and Jill, who
were trying to sneak out. They eased back into their chairs.
"You turd-faced dickhead," he said turning viciously to me, "take down them
pants right now."
I hesitated and he slapped me again with his left hand. I could have fought
back but he outweighed my by 120 pounds. I was small in build, about 5' 6" and
blonde. I had the reputation of being okay, but not very strong. That was
right. So weighing my options I dropped my suit.
"Step out of it, damn you," he yelled. I kicked off my boots and walked out of
my suit. My dick was still erect and hard, trapped up under my jock. He
grabbed the sack of the jock and literally ripped it off me. "There, you
bitches, get a look at that." Under normal circumstances almost anyone's cock
would be as limp as a dead worm, but I had been bound up and was still
throbbing, the end of my cock jumping up and down.
"Hold it in your hand and give them a good look," my dad said. I took it in my
hand, and turned toward them. "Walk on over," he said and I inched over to the
girls.
"Take ahold of it, bitches, so you can get your jollies," he said. Each one of
them touched it, and in spite of myself I got a thrill.
"Come back over here, motherfucker," Dad yelled, and began taking off his belt.
"Grab your ankles and spread your legs, you little shit."
I bent over and grabbed my ankles, knowing what was coming, what I'd felt so
many times from him and what I hated him for. The first blow struck and my ass
felt like it was ripped off. The pain was awful. Then the second blow.
Dad was drunk and his aim was off. Or maybe he meant to do it, but instead of
hitting me on the ass, he end of the belt went right through my legs and my
balls took the full power of the blow. I screamed, fell to the floor writhing,
vomited, and passed out. I don't know what order.
I woke up in the hospital, lying on my back with a tearing, burning pain in my
crotch. There was a tent of sheet around my middle. I eased up the cover and
looked at my crotch. I couldn't believe what I saw. My scrotum was swollen up
the size of a grapefruit. I couldn't move at all without feeling like a
red-hot poker was being driven in my crotch.
"He's awake, doctor," the nurse said. Dr. Holcomb pulled back the sheet and
the two of them bent over my swollen scrotum. "This is bad, Billy," he said.
"I hope we can same them, but they are very badly damaged. We may have to
castrate."
That was all I needed to hear. I vomited all over myself.
Well, it's awkward being in the hospital with everyone coming in to check on
your balls every half hour. It's also hard to have visitors and talk to them
about what is wrong. With a great deal of luck I healed up but it took me
nearly six months before I could walk right. Fortunately, the other guys
didn't make fun of me, and the girls looked at me in some kind of awe.
I vowed that damn drunk would never lay a hand on me or Mom again. As soon as
I could I started a weight training program and over the next six months I put
on 35 pounds of muscle. I totally changed my build. Whenever the work got
boring I thought of what that asshole had done to my balls. Finally, on my
seventeenth birthday, a year from the day he busted my balls, I heard he was in
the bar and drunk. I went out to my truck and got a two-by-four I'd been
saving for the occasion. When he came out of th e bar staggering and reeling,
I walked over to him and tripped him so he fell down. As he was staggering to
his knees, trying to get up he roared, "You motherfucker, you never learned you
lesson, did you." Then I beat the shit out of him with that two-by-four.
And then I left home and joined the army.
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There'll be more about Billy in future episodes. I archive this, since it's my
own story. I'll send it to you personally if you ask. I can also send you a
compressed file with a password IF you're using Mac technology and have Compact
Pro.
Geoff
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