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

The Ball Boy Experiment: Chapter 1: Try-Outs

... down what had happened. Sam had impaled himself on Ryan's dick.

They were having sex.

"Mike, I don't mean to be rude, but now's really not a good time." Sam slowly slid back off of the man's thick penis, and then rammed back down onto it.

"Why, what's going on?" Mike asked concerned. And then, there was a knock at the door.

'

Oh god, now what?

' Ryan thought. He had a sudden vision of Lacey walking through the door, and the thought nearly made him laugh.

"Come in!" Mike said, standing. Ryan was glad, because he was worried if he opened his mouth again, he would moan.

The door opened, and in stepped another student, a small pale boy that Ryan knew was named Freddie. He froze when he saw Mike.

"Oh, don't mind me, I was just leaving." Mike offered his seat the boy. Freddie took it. "Well, you seem to have your hands full. We'll talk later." Mike waved and left the room. Thankfully, he shut the door behind him.

"Coach Ryan?" Freddie was looking straight down at the floor. Ryan thought, '

If I do that, I'll see Sam's ass swallowing my cock.

'

"Yes, um, Freddie, right? I suppose you're here for the try-outs?" The boy only nodded. Ryan had hoped that Sam would have stopped fucking himself against Ryan's dick, but he did not. "Okay, Freddie. Let's see. Do you have any experience?" That was a dumb question. Of course he didn't have any experience. There were no other football teams that he was going to have fucked.

"Um, do you mean if I've ...

... ever... well, no, not really..." he said, still not looking up from the ground.

That really threw Ryan off. "Wait, you're a virgin?"

"Well... yeah?" He was blushing.

"Freddie, you do understand the job that you're trying out for, right? The duties that'd be required of you?" Sam had also been given pause by Freddie's admission, and had stopped moving.

"Yeah, I... I do."

"And what makes you think that someone with no experience, of any kind, could leap headfirst into... this kind of thing?"

"I don't... I mean, I've seen a lot of videos."

Coach Ryan laughed. "Oh, well then! Sorry, I don't mean to laugh. It's just that... Well, frankly, I don't know. Those videos aren't exactly instructional."

"I just thought... I might learn..."

Ryan was starting to feel bad for the boy. Then, he got an idea. A way to solve two problems at once. "Freddie, I think you're right. You need to learn. But what you really need is a good teacher. Sam?"

By the grace of all the gods, Sam understood, and complied. He slowly, and dramatically, rose from behind the desk. Freddie's eyes grew wide.

"You were...? But...?"

"No time for buts, Freddie," Sam said. "Well, so to speak." He stepped around the desk, and Coach noticed that Sam had removed his panties, but was still wearing the skirt. He was hard as a rock. "First thing's first, you're going to need to know how to work a cock. Come here, Freddie."

Freddie stood up, but Sam suddenly realized something. "But first, lock ...