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

The Ball Boy Experiment: Chapter 1: Try-Outs

... still, without hesitation, leaned forward and took the entire thing in his mouth.

Ryan fought against every cell in his body, not to blow his load right there.

"Oh, Sammmmmm..." Coach croaked.

Sam let out the dick with a wet popping sound. "You like that, Coach? You like when I swallow your huge, stiff cock?" Sam didn't wait for an answer. He began fucking Coach's cock with his mouth. Coach knew that he was on the precipice of unleashing his next load of the day. He attempted to pull back, not wanting the blowjob to end.

But Sam had other plans. He grabbed Coach's ass again, holding him in place. Unlike Derren, Sam had a little strength. Not enough to actually keep Coach in place, but enough to stop his half-hearted attempts at escape. With one hand, Sam squeezed one of Coach Ryan's fleshy orbs hard. With the other, he brought it in deeper. He flicked a finger across the Coach's hole.

For Ryan, the sensation was a new one. He had never had any of his previous partner engage in any sort of ass play. Not on his part anyway. But Sam wasn't pushing his finger into his asshole. Merely, running his finger in circle's over it, fingering it, the way one might to a clit. Ryan had to admit, it felt nice. In fact, this, combined with the face fucking he was receiving from Sam, was enough to push Ryan over the edge.

His orgasm hit him like an earthquake: rolling, deep, and seemingly unending. He felt as though he were cumming for hours. His vision blurred, and his knees ...

... buckled. He couldn't even feel himself hit the ground, though he didn't pass out. Ryan barely summoned the strength to extend his arms, and catch himself before rolling over onto his back.

There he lay, trying to catch his breath. Sam leaned over him, still on his knees. Through his foggy state, Ryan could barely see him liking his lips. '

He didn't spill a drop

', Coach realized, bemused. '

That'll be one point in his favor.

'

"Coach, are you okay?" Sam asked, concerned. Coach could only nod, not enough strength to speak. "I'm sorry," Sam continued. "You must be wore out from all the other guys you've been fucking."

Sam laid down next to Ryan on the floor. He draped one arm and a leg across Coach's body, like they were a pair of lovers who had just slept together.

Sam continued speaking, obviously not needing the Coach to respond. "That was very nice, though. I'm a sucker for thick cocks. And this thing..." He reached down and shook the dick, half-flaccid, but still half-hard. "This is impressive. I'd love to feel this thing spread me open. Probably go all the way through and stick out of my mouth. Hehe, I'd be able to give you a reverse blowjob."

Ryan felt his strength returning, and he chuckled along with Sam. Looking down, he saw that Sam had tugged down his own skirt, and was stroking his own cock. Ryan had to do a double take. The boy was packing. To be sure, he had a tiny twig compared to Coach's dick, but Sam's was frankly, un-proportional. ...