Nutsing, part 1 (Mb, b-solo, exh, ws, inc, no sex) by this guy (this.guy20@yahoo.com) Summary: A legal loophole makes a very specific form of molestation and child pornography completely legal… When I read it I couldn’t believe it: the law listed sex organs as nipples, breasts, vagina, anus, and penis. Testicles and scrotum weren’t on the list: that meant that showing just my balls legally couldn’t be considered “indecent exposure”. It meant plenty of other things as well: a child having contact with my balls and/or me having contact with an underage boy’s balls legally couldn’t be considered “molestation” or “statutory rape”, it meant that photos of an underage boy’s balls which didn’t show his penis couldn’t be classified as “child pornography”! HOLY SHIT! this little loophole had some serious POTENTIAL! So, after coming to those realizations, I immediately set about coming up with a way to exploit that loophole in the law. First things first, I had to create special shorts which would contain and conceal a man’s or boy’s penis while exposing his balls. After a bit of trial and error with different materials and designs, I came up with suitable shorts. Made from a stretchy spandex-like fabric they looked a bit like bicycle shorts; except they had a horizontal slot at the front of the crotch for the wearer’s balls to hang down through with a tight tube-like sleeve directly above the slot to hold the wearer’s cock in an up-right position completely concealed behind the flat continuous front panel of the shorts. To make sure that my creation functioned as it was supposed to; I took a day off from work and wore that first pair for nearly eighteen consecutive hours. They worked exactly as I had intended: hard or soft, my cock remained in an up-right position inside the tight sleeve and my balls remained hanging out through the slot. The shorts did, however, have a small issue. As a function of their tightness, which was necessary to keep the wearer’s cock and balls in their correct locations, it took quite a bit of time and effort to put the shorts on: seeing as they were as tight as they were, I wasn’t surprised by that. I was, however, quite surprised by how difficult and time consuming taking them off was: it may have actually been harder than putting them on. Unfortunately, I didn’t figure that out until I had to take a piss; when I couldn’t get them off or even down in time I ended up pissing in the cock sleeve. Despite the grossness-factor, it did actually feel pretty good having my warm piss running down the length of my cock, out through the slot, and then down over my exposed balls… So, for the rest of the day I didn’t even bother trying to get the shorts off when I needed to piss; I simply pissed in the cock sleeve each time I felt the need to go. The urination issue was obviously a flaw; but as far as I was concerned the shorts I had created were a success: after all they did what they were intended to do. And since my adult sized shorts worked so well, I set about making another pair, this one sized to fit my seven year old son. But before I began making them I took the time to think about what color my son’s shorts should be: they had to be a color that would very obviously contrast the skin-tone of his balls: lime green…yeah lime green would be perfect. *** A full week had passed by the time I had gotten the stretchy spandex-like fabric (in the correct lime green color) and managed to make the pair for my son. When I picked him up from school on that Friday afternoon I told him I had a surprise for him, but he’d have to wait until Saturday morning to get it. That Saturday morning I showed my son the lime green shorts I make for him when I woke him up. I had him take his morning piss before showing / explaining how to put them on. Then, not surprisingly, like me, he struggled to get them on, but he did manage. Knowing the challenge urinating presented, I told my son that he was supposed to pee in these new shorts. Considering that he had seemed to prefer wetting a diaper over peeing a toilet; the fact that he was practically ecstatic when I told him that was far from surprising…in fact I would have been down-right shocked if he had an issue with the idea. Just like the adult-sized pair I had made for myself, my son’s shorts worked as intended: his little boy cock remained in an up-right position in the cock sleeve and his balls stayed on the outside of the slot for the entire day. By dinner time, he had named the shorts ‘nuts shorts’; I doubt I could have come up with such a good name for them… Before I had my son take off his ‘nuts shorts’, I took several pictures of him wearing them: his little hairless pre-pubescent seven-year-old balls prominently displayed in front of the obviously contrasting lime green stretchy fabric. I sent the pics to a few friends and fellow pervs who had at least some minimal interest in young boys, and explained that the images were completely legal thanks to the loophole I had discovered in the law. To say they liked the pics would have been an understatement: all of them wanted to see more, most of them were even offering money. One of them suggested that since balls weren’t sex organs a video of him touching and rubbing his balls would also be nice and legal…now how had I not thought of that? When I sent my son to bed I had him take off his ‘nuts shorts’. Despite knowing that he had been pissing in the cock sleeve all day, I still couldn’t believe how much they reeked of piss when he took them off. But he liked wearing them, and my friends and fellow pervs would pay good money to see him wearing them; so the smell and grossness was more than worth it. Had it not been for how long it had taken to wash the piss smell out of my own pair a week prior, I would have tossed his piss soaked ‘nuts shorts’ into the wash. Of course I was going to have him wear them the next day, which meant he would be pissing in the again the next day, so I just let them air-dry on the edge of the bathtub. *** On Sunday morning, upon waking my son up I told him he’d be wearing his ‘nuts shorts’ again. He jumped out of bed and nearly tore the undies he had slept in off, before spending the necessary time to get his still damp with the previous day’s piss ‘nuts shorts’ on. Then, once they were fully on (his cock in the cock sleeve and his balls hanging down through the slot), he promptly took his morning piss in the cock sleeve. While I was far from happy about all that piss running down his legs and onto the floor, I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t more than a little turned on by the fact that I was not only seeing but actually letting, and maybe even encouraging, my seven year old son so openly do something which society in general considers to be somewhere between unacceptable and down-right wrong. Once we’d eaten breakfast the real business began. I had my son stand in the middle of the living room, in front the cameras I’d set up before getting him out of bed. Thankfully he was used to being in front of the two video cameras and several still cameras I had positioned around the room on tripods. After flipping all the cameras on and making sure the auto shoot mechanisms were working on the still cameras, I told my son, “play with your nuts.” “Do what?” he asked. It was at that very moment that I was glad that I had taken the time to put on my own ‘nuts shorts’ that morning. “Like this,” I said; as I moved my right had to my crotch and began rolling my balls around with my fingers. Little more than two seconds later, my son had the fingers of his right hand on his little hairless seven-year-old nuts. Over the minute that followed he established a series of finger movements which amounted to a combination of cradling, pinching, twisting, rolling his little nuts around. “Like this Daddy?” he asked. “Yeah, that’s perfect,” I said before noticing that his little seven-year-old cock was getting longer and harder inside the cock-sleeve. “Keep doing that,” I added; fully aware that my friends and fellow pervs would not only notice my son’s physical arousal, but be turned on by it as well…and that meant they would more eagerly part with their money. Nearly a full hour after he began playing with his nuts, my son commented, “My hand is getting tired.” “Switch to your other hand,” I suggested. With that my son moved his right hand away from his bare nuts; less than a second later he had replaced it with his left hand, and had re-established the same series of finger movements which amounted to a combination of cradling, pinching, twisting, rolling his hairless little nuts around. Some twenty minutes after switching hands my son informed me, “I gotta pee.” “Okay…” I said; realizing I hadn’t anticipated what to do from a filming standpoint when he would need to pee. “Can I pee now? Or?” he asked, all the while continuing to play with his little hairless nuts. “Uhm…” I thought for a second before deciding that some of my pervy friends would probably appreciate swing him pee in his nuts shorts, “Keep playing with your nuts, you can pee whenever you want / need to, I advised. “Then I’ll get pee all over my hand,” my son said in a surprisingly grossed-out for a seven-year-old boy tone. “Oh…yeah…hmm…” I pondered, before making a decision on the fly, “The instant you feel pee on your fingers move your hand away; then move your hand back when you stop peeing.” “Okay Daddy,” he replied. Not more than half a second later I watched as the lime green stretchy spandex-like fabric in the cock-sleeve began to glisten first at the tip of, then down the length of, my son’s amazingly still fully erect seven-year-old dick. The instant the glistening sheen reached the top of the nuts slot, my son quickly moved his left hand away from his general crotch region; and a small fraction of a second later, copious quantities of liquid began streaming down over his little nut-sac: giving their hairless skin an equally glistening sheen. Once his small nut-sac was fully coated, the urine began to drip off the bottom of my son’s pre-pubescent little-boy nuts onto the floor. “The pee’s getting on my feet,” my son commented / complained. I looked down to see a pale-yellow puddle forming on the white tile floor against the inside of his bare left foot. “Don’t move,” I quickly said, “I’ll get a towel when you finish,” as I adjusted the camera directly in front of my downwards slightly to capture the growing size of the puddle at his feet. Dutifully he didn’t move. More and more urine streamed down off the bottom of his nut-sac: the pale-yellow puddle expanded, first around his left foot, then to and around his right foot. Lasting for more than fifteen seconds, it was a big piss he took. If I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes, I am certain that I wouldn’t have believes such a small boy could have had so much urine in him… “You finished?” I asked as the torrent of liquid turned into a few drops. “Yeah,” he replied. “Start playing with your nuts again,” I instructed before adding, “I’ll get a towel.” Before I had finished speaking my son moved the fingers of his left hand back to his wet hairless seven-year-old nut-sac; with that, I turned and headed to the bathroom to get a towel. Returning to the living room with a towel barely a minute after I had left, I quickly tossed the towel onto the floor and watched in stunned fascination as the huge pale-yellow puddle was surprisingly quickly sucked up by the absorbent fabric. About forty-five minutes after his massive pee; my son, still cradling, pinching, twisting, rolling his hairless little nuts around, asked, “Am I gonna do this all day?” “Your hands are getting tired?” I half asked / half commented realizing that he had been playing with his nuts for in excess of two hours. “Yeah, kinda…” he replied. “You can stop if you want,” I offered. After all I did have plenty of footage to edit: more than enough for a couple sell-able videos. Continuing to cradle, pinch, twist, and roll his hairless little nuts around with his fingers, he said, “It feels good, so I wanna keep nutsing…” “’Nutsing’?” I interrupted. “What I’m doing,” he pointed at his general crotch region with his right index finger, “I wanna call it nutsing.” “Nutsing: that’s a good word for it,” I responded before asking, “If you like nutsing so much why do you want to stop?” “I don’t,” he began to answer. Then, seeing the confused look on my face explained, “My feet are starting to hurt…” “Oh: you could sit down and keep nutsing,” I suggested. Without moving his fingers away from his hairless nut-sac, the seven year old boy walked over to the couch and sat down with his legs spread wide apart. I moved a couple of the cameras to focus on his new location, then quickly replaced he memory cards which had been in the cameras with fresh ones. “You can keeps nutsing until lunch, Daddy’s got something he’s got to do,” I said before heading out of the living room. After making a b-line for my computer, I quickly got to work editing the footage I had.