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

The Ball Boy Experiment: Chapter 1: Try-Outs

... forcing himself lower, pushing the boy down. Soon, Sam couldn't push back anymore. He was sandwiched between the floor and the Coach. Ryan needed release. He was inches from Sam's hole, and he knew that all he had to do was shift slightly forward, and he'd be in. He'd been fantasizing about Sam's butt all morning.

"Oh, Sir Coach, are you going to fuck me?" Ryan had forgotten that he was pretending to be punishing Sam. Precum had begun to leak out of Ryan's tip, and was coating Sam's great divide.

"Is that what you want?", Coach Ryan asked.

Sam turned away and stopped moving. "What?" asked Ryan. He pushed himself off of Sam, and sat up. Sam rolled over, and sat up as well.

"Are you in charge, or aren't you?" Sam said, with a sudden hostility.

Coach was taken aback. "I--"

"Listen, I don't mind taking the lead. But if a man wants to fuck me, he needs to fuck me. He needs to take control."

"I'm sorry, I--"

"No, don't apologize." Sam jumped to his knees. Coach couldn't help but notice that a sizable bulge was rising from beneath the skirt. "Stand up." Coach stood up, and Sam pointed to the desk chair. "Now sit." This, too, Coach did. "I'm going to give you a lesson in taking control. Remove your underwear."

He did so, but didn't want to risk standing up. So, he had to lift his legs up to get his underwear around his ankles. As he did, though, Sam came around and knelt down in front of him. And Ryan suddenly felt a sensation he had never experienced ...

... before: a warm, wet feeling running over his ass hole.

"UUuuhhh..." He let out a sudden gasp, that turned into a moan. Looking down, he could see that Sam was down between his legs, giving him what he knew to be called a rimjob. This was new to Ryan. He had played around his girlfriend's butts before, but only lightly, and he had never focused solely on the hole like this, not with his mouth anyway. And never in a million years would he have allowed someone else to do this to him. But something about Sam was stirring something deep in Ryan, and he felt himself tingle with the intimacy of this act.

Sam didn't stop. He drew circles around Coach's entrance with his tongue, and then brushed it up and down across it. After a few seconds of this, Sam began to press forward, entering Coach's ass with his tongue. Coach stiffened, but didn't stop him. He wasn't going in deep enough to hurt him, but enough to cause Coach's cock to throb in pleasure. Coach looked down again. It was as if Sam was making out with his asshole. He was glad that Sam wasn't grabbing his cock at the same time, or he would have unloaded right then and there.

Sam pulled back, and left one full, sensual kiss on Ryan's bud. Then, he stuck his tongue out, and ran it up his ass crack, and to his balls. He spent a while just licking Ryan's balls, tracing the crevices and wrinkles of his sack.

Ryan was in ecstasy. "Oh, Sam. That feels wonderful." Sam knew he was doing a good job, and began to work faster and ...