The Ball Boy Experiment: Chapter 1: Try-Outs - Sex Stories

The Ball Boy Experiment: Chapter 1: Try-Outs

Coach Ryan fumbled with his keys as he switched off his car's ignition. He cursed as he reached down to pick them up, hands trembling. '

Steady

', he thought to himself. '

There's no need to be nervous.

' That was a joke. In his 8 years coaching football at the high school he used to attend, there hadn't been anything quite like this. How could he NOT be nervous. '

Try-outs today

', he thought, and chuckled to himself. It's not like he was trying out for anything. As he walked toward the building, he tried to steady his breathing. He didn't want anyone to see him shaking.

A few of his co-workers greeted him as he navigated the soon-to-be-crowded hallways. Idle conversations, casual greetings. Mostly just pleasantries. That was good. Ryan was in no mood to have a lengthy dialogue right now. Nearing his office, he passed by his closest friend, Mike the Janitor. He was sure to want to talk about his weekend, or some other bullshit.

"Hey, Mike", he said to Mike. '

Jesus, don't let your voice crack so much.

'

Mike responded with a curt "Hey", before turning back to the posters he was rearranging. '

Thank Christ, he's hungover.

' Ryan didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth. He unlocked his office door ('

Steady hands, Coach

'), and pulled it shut behind him.

...

He hadn't been told much. Just that try-outs would start today, and to be ready. That meant showered, clean-shaven, and, well... prepared for the day's activities. ...

... Ordinarily the first day of the school year would be spent getting to know the students, preparing for practices, cleaning equipment. But this year, the principal had allotted him two days for these try-outs. He'd only been told that the first "hopeful" would be arriving around 8. After that, it was anyone's guess. He checked his watch. 7:57.

Why was he so nervous. He'd already pissed twice since he got in, but he was drinking so much water, he already needed to go again. Or maybe he just thought that because he needed something to do. Waiting around like this was going to drive him crazy. He checked his watch again. Still 7:57.

'

'Knock, Knock, Knock

'' This was it.

Coach Ryan clenched his fists, and cleared his throat. "Come in." '

Need to be steady. Strong. This was good, necessary work you're about to do. It's for the team.

' And the door, slowly opened.

Standing in the doorway, was a boy. He was thin, but tall, at least taller than the other boys his age. He had shoulder-length blonde hair, which was pushed back around his ears. He wore a grey hoodie, and had a backpack with both straps over his shoulders. '

Shit

', Ryan swore silently, '

this is what I was afraid of

'. He knew this boy.

Derren Harlow stepped into the dark office, lowering the backpack as he did so. "Coach Ryan?", he asked meekly, looking at the desk between them.

Ryan cleared his throat again. "Yes, Derren. Come in." The coach stood, walked around his desk, and ...