This story is mostly true, but since it originally happened way back in 1975 (when I was 15!) I'm probably a bit fuzzy on the details.
Anyway, I just got done wasting about an hour of my life watching goofy clips on line of ball-busting or nut-crunching, or mild CBT (cock & ball torture), and it reminded me of the summer of '75, the last time I saw my best friend at the time, named Jack (not his real name, but close enough). His parents were getting a divorce, and by the end of that summer his mother moved him and his sister to Florida, and I never heard from him again.
Me and Jack used to wrestle occasionally, not in gym class, but mostly horseplay, goofing around. Most of the time it was on my bedroom floor, or his, or the living room, or our basements (we both had that '70's 'family room' in the basement, complete with carpet, couch, TV, pool table, dart board, etc.).
At some point in our wrestling we started trying to grab each other's crotch, or we'd try to hit or slap the other guys junk from behind. One day I saw an obvious opening and gave Jack's groin an open-handed slap as hard as I could. I immediately regretted it when I saw him curl up into a ball holding his jewels and moaning in pain.
I don't know why I did what I did next, but I knelt down in front of him, pried his knees apart, moved his hands away from his genitals, and placed my hands directly on them. I gently massaged him with my hands. It just seemed like the right thing to do after deliberately hurting him, to rub him to make him feel better.
As I was rubbing him I felt his dick get hard and I rubbed my hands up and down alongside his shaft on both sides. He continued to whimper for a while then he groaned and said something like "Oh yeah!". I rubbed him a bit longer after he'd stopped squirming, until I noticed a wet spot on his jeans.
At this point I was mortified! It hit me that I'd just 'brought him off', or given him a hand job. I was at first embarrassed by what I'd done, and I didn't know what to do next so I just decided to lie down on the floor next to him. I knew I was 'into guys', but I didn't know if he was.
We were both silent for a while, then he turned to me and said something like "That felt good", or whatever. I was momentarily confused and said "Really?", wondering how a slap to the nuts could possibly feel good.
He replied "Yeah, really", and then he raised his arm in the air and slapped me hard on my balls. I gasped and curled up in pain, but I remember that within seconds of the slap I felt this amazing wave of warmth and pleasure crash over me, spreading outward from my groin.
He then knelt in front of me, spread my legs apart, and rubbed my crotch. I instantly got hard. The feeling of pleasure was overwhelming, and it seemed like within seconds I came in my jeans. Now I'd already been masturbating by the age of 15, sometimes several times a day, but that orgasm after being slapped in the crotch was easily one of the most intense I'd ever experienced up until that point in my young life. I still think of that 'first time' today.
We stood up and kind of didn't discuss what had just happened, had a moment of mutual awkwardness, and then Jack went home.
I knew nothing at the time about the pain/pleasure concept; all I knew was that getting slammed in the balls hurt wildly at first, but it quickly transformed into intense pleasure, and then it always resulted in a mind-blowingly intense orgasm. In fact, for a while after that orgasm (and frequently, ever since, anytime I get whacked in the 'boys'), any slight movement or even thinking about it caused me to become quickly aroused all over again, and I have to beat off furiously to achieve some measure of relief.
After Jack left I went upstairs to the 2nd floor bathroom, stripped, stood in front of the mirror, and furiously beat my meat and slapped my balls roughly against the edge of the sink, until I shot another huge load. I gently wiped off, dressed, and then laid in bed for a while thinking about what had just transpired.
I have fuzzy but warm memories of me and Jack doing that several more times over the course of that summer.
We lived about 1 block away from each other, and we did frequent sleep overs (him at my house more often; I think my mom felt sorry for him & his sister due to their folks going through the divorce). We came up with a way to 'do' each other while in bed together.
At my house my little brother and I had single beds in our bedroom, and he always agreed to sleep on the couch so Jack could 'sleep' in his bed. That is, until we closed and locked the bedroom door, then he'd climb into my bed.
At his house he had bunk beds and I'd climb into the top bunk until he said goodnight to his mom. Then he'd come into his room and lock the door. I'd climb down the ladder and get into bed with him.
We'd skip wrestling but we'd 'spoon', then he'd slap my balls and hold on to my crotch and stroke me till I came. We'd rest for a while, then turn over and I'd 'return the favor'.
The feeling of pain/pleasure from the ball slaps was beautiful, just overwhelming. I remember cumming occasionally just from him holding my junk tightly right after he'd slapped me.
Not all wrestling sessions ended in hand jobs. Some were just horseplay, ball-slapping, tickling, etc.
One Saturday however, we over did it and our balls hurt like hell the next day. I got permission to sleep at his house, but his mom was out for the day and his sister was elsewhere (his dad had already moved out so she may have been at his place, don't remember exactly) so we had the house to ourselves.
We quickly stripped to our white sweat socks, tightie-whities, and white tee-shirts. We wrestled around the living room floor and we slapped and squeezed each other's nuts real hard several times.
We both walked around the house with raging hard-ons tenting out our tightie-whities, drinking his mom's beer, smoking joints in the basement.
At one point we were sitting shoulder to shoulder on the floor watching TV when he punched me in the groin and twisted and squeezed as hard as he could. He left me there panting and writhing on the floor, and went to pee and get another beer. I snuck up next to the fridge and as soon as he rounded the corner I let him have it, a good solid punch, right square in the balls. He fell to the kitchen floor, yelling and swearing.
We went to bed and spooned for a while, then he slapped me and stroked me off. We turned over and before he could get comfortable I socked him in the balls, grabbed his cock and jerked him off.
The next day we were walking around like we'd both had hernia surgery!
It was great horny fun that summer. I've never had another ball-busting, j/o buddy since then, but to this day I'll occasionally visit websites with stories, pics or videos of nut-crunching.
I've read testimonials from guys online who put an apple or an orange or a baseball into a sock and then they smack themselves in the balls prior to jerking off, as a sort of ball-busting foreplay, I guess. I don't think I could do that, but I do love to occasionally beat off by holding my dick with the tips of my right thumb and forefinger, and then slapping my nuts as hard as I can on the downstroke with the rest of my fingers. Try it, and enjoy the 'free high' or warm feeling it produces afterwards.
A few tips:
If doing it against bare nut skin, use mild force (i.e. - gentle but quick slaps, or maybe just finger flicks or snaps; I knew a guy who used a plastic spatula to lightly smack his 'boys' a couple times, just prior to jerking off!).
If your partner is wearing jeans or leather pants you can maybe, probably use a bit more force, but ALWAYS use an open-handed slap to disperse or spread out the force of the hit. NEVER hit another guy with pointy shoes or anything that will concentrate the force of the hit. Remember, in ball-busting or nut-crunching, the goal is always the pain/pleasure threshold of your sex buddy, and never to injure him.
If anyone is interested, email me and let's share! I have some URLs, vids, etc.
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