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

The Ball Boy Experiment: Chapter 1: Try-Outs

... newly-weds. Later, Lacey would tell him that it was like an animal had awakened inside him.

Coach Ryan dreamt of ass all night.

...

The next morning, Ryan sat as his desk, anxiously awaiting what might happen. Would anyone be able to beat Sam? Or worse, what if Sam didn't come back. Surprisingly, the thought made him a little sad.

Eight o'clock came, and went. No visitors, no knock at the door. Nine o'clock, then ten. At 11, Coach left his office to take a walk and stretch his legs. He also grabbed a soda and a snack from the vending machines. This he carried back to his office. And when he threw open the door...

Sam laid across the desk, spread out like a cat. He rolled onto his side to greet him.

Coach's heart skipped a beat. "Sam!" He said, and forced himself not to beam.

"Sorry I'm late, Coach." Sam sat up on the desk, as Ryan pulled the door shut and entered the room.

"That's okay, I was just thinking that you never said when you'd be here today." Coach sat his stuff on a nearby shelf, and then stopped. He wasn't sure how to proceed. A part of him wanted to drop his pants and bend Sam over the table. But a good night's rest had cleared his head a little. He knew that he should be acting the adult here. So instead, he stood in place, waiting for Sam to make the next move.

"Yeah, I hope I'm not too late. Were you in the middle of someone?" Sam said, with a glint in his eye.

Ryan wouldn't catch on to Sam's pun until later that night. "Hmm? No, ...

... I was just getting something to eat. How long were you waiting?"

Sam leaned forward. '

God, she's cute.

' Ryan remarked silently. '

Or, he, actually. He's sitting just like a girl would.

' It was true. Sam was leaning forward, hands clenching the desk between his legs. His feet were together. He was sitting like a model posing as a school girl. Sam was doing things to Ryan's head. He had to think clearly.

Sam was either oblivious to his effects on the Coach, or used to it. "Not long. Just got in. Actually, I was snooping around." Sam reached behind himself and produced a stack of papers. It was Ryan's notes from the day before.

"Excuse me!" Ryan started toward Sam, but the boy jumped from the desk, and stepped behind it, with remarkable speed. "That's mine."

"Derren tried out for this? Wow, I'd always wondered about him. I mean, I knew he liked men, but Ball Boy? I didn't think he'd be the type."

"Sam, I'm serious. Those are private." Ryan noticed he was trying to make his voice sound deeper. More adult, maybe? He tried to step around the desk, but Sam would zip the opposite direction when he tried.

"And Alfie Green?" Sam continued, giddily. "That, I should have guessed. I don't think little Alfie's gone a week without a good pounding." Sam was practically dancing around the table.

Coach Ryan stopped. He put his foot down, literally. "Enough!" Sam jerked to a halt, obviously taken aback by the Coach's sudden authority. "Sam, those are private ...