The Ball Boy Experiment: Chapter 2: Team Meating - Sex Stories

The Ball Boy Experiment: Chapter 2: Team Meating

... aren't doing it for yourself. This is for--"

"The team," Jake interrupted. "I know. I just don't think I'm going to be able to do it. Sorry, Coach, but I'm going to have to pass."

He stood, and turned to go, but stopped at the intensity of Coach's next statement: "Jake, if you are feeling uncomfortable in engaging with Sam, then maybe I can make things a little easier for you. Participation is mandatory. If you don't join your team-mates in the activities of this experiment, you'll be cut from the team."

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Jake slumped back into the locker rooms. The rest of the team had gone. That was good. He wanted to be alone. Anger and confusion filled his head, and he needed to run. He angrily threw open his locker, and began tearing off his shirt. Who did the Coach think he was? Was he really going to make them fuck Sam? He couldn't do that, could he? Jake had heard of teachers blackmailing students for sex. That was scummy. But this was something else. Sam was the one who'd be getting fucked, but she was into it. So, did that make it alright?

No, there's still Ally,

the voice was back again. But this time, it was cut off by a memory of Matt's voice.

Fuck Ally,

he'd said.

Or don't, and fuck Sam.

Sam. Her lips had been dark red, and full. He remembered then sliding across his erect shaft. It had felt like magic. He had looked into her eyes, her emerald, rich, smoldering, vibrant, luscious, delicate, dangerous, wonderful, experienced, loving, cascading ...

... eyes, and she back into his. And they'd connected. His heart was full again, and his breath was shallow. He had to stop thinking about her. It wasn't good. He had thrown his shirt into his locker, and was fumbling to pull out his workout shirt, when--

"Jake?"

He froze. The voice, it was both new and familiar. He had heard it his entire life, but only inside him. It couldn't be her. But it was. She was saying, "I thought you'd left with the rest of them."

He turned and saw her again. Standing in the aisle of lockers, looking like a photo in a magazine. "I thought the same thing about you." Something was wrong. She was looking down, not meeting his gaze. "Where did the rest of the guys go?"

"They left, after... Whatever. Stupid." Jake didn't understand. "I don't think we met officially. I'm Sam." She stepped forward, and reached out a hand.

Jake almost laughed. "I mean, we met. You had my..." he stopped himself. He didn't want to be crass. But that was funny, too. She'd blown him. They were past the point of playing coy.

"I know. But I just wanted to say, it's nice to meet you." She looked up, finally, and their eyes locked. Jake's fist clenched. He cleared his throat.

"Um, you too." He didn't know what to say. He wasn't mad at Sam. He could never be mad at Sam.

That was a weird thing to think...

"Did I... I mean, did you have fun?" Sam was stepping forward, a little sheepishly. That seemed out of character. When she'd introduced herself to the team, ...