The Ball Boy Experiment: Chapter 3: The Dream - Sex Stories

The Ball Boy Experiment: Chapter 3: The Dream

... undoubtedly expect, I cannot tell you that. But I will offer you this." We waved his hand over the book, where words began to form on the pages: "Beware the horned viper."

This made no sense to Ryan. He looked back up the grey man. The world was dissolving around him, he knew he was waking up, he didn't have much time. "What's the third lie?"

The man smiled. "Wake up, Ryan."

Ryan woke up. He was covered in sweat. Lacey was shaking him. "Ryan, wake up."

"I'm up, I'm up."

"I was worried about you. You were shaking, talking in your sleep. That must have been some nightmare," she wiped the sweat from his brow.

"I-- yeah, it was. Talking in my sleep?"

"Yeah, I couldn't understand every word. You were saying something about a viper..."

...

Coach Ryan made it to school the next morning, fueled by an extra cup of coffee. He hadn't managed to get back to sleep after his dream. It wasn't until he got to office that he realized just how tired he was. His first class wasn't for another two hours, so he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He was close to nodding off...

There was knock at the door.

Of course,

he thought, sitting up straight. "Come in!"

The door creaked open, and in walked a boy Ryan had never seen before. He was short, and a little round. He wore faded jeans, and a graphic tee shirt with the image of some video game character on it. "Um, hey Coach."

"Hi? I'm sorry, can I help you?"

The boy stepped inside, closing the ...

... door behind him. "I think-- I mean, I heard about the, the tryouts? The new position."

"Ah, I see. Well, unfortunately, tryouts were last week, and the positions already been filled, so..."

"Right, well, what I was hoping, is that, I don't know if you could, but I mean, you could, I just didn't know if you would..." He was talking too quickly, tripping over his words.

"Take a breath, son. Do you want to sit down?"

"Sure." He did so, relaxed a bit. "Okay. Here's the thing. I want to help out. I mean, I know that you already found someone, but I don't need to be on the team. I just want to be able to, be... used. For whatever, I mean."

Ryan was intrigued, a little amused. "You're saying you want the guys to fuck you?"

The boy blushed. "I mean, I... yes."

Ryan grinned. "What's your name, son."

"Eric."

"Okay, Eric, nice to meet you. I'm Coach Ryan." He waited, but Eric said nothing. "I don't think we really have a place for you. I mean, we had tryouts to find someone to fill that role for our players, and we did that so--"

"Right, but only during team practices, right? Or, like, on the field or whatever? What about the rest of the time?"

"Rest of the-- What do you mean?"

Eric was getting excited again. "Like, when they're not all together, just in their day to day lives. They might still need someone to help them out, or get them off, or whatever, and I think I'd be good to help them. I've been doing it for a while, and I'm good at it, I can ...