Snapshot: Soccer Players, Nuts Cracked written by Jimmy

 

Snapshot: Soccer Players, Nuts Cracked

written by Jimmy

 

All photos have been used from busterboy00 Instagram account. Go check out his account for more cool photos and video’s.

Also, this may say 'snapshot' but its ten pages...oops! But as a reader said an earlier snapshot...write to my hearts content. That's what I did with this one. I was planned on three, but my imagination took over. Enjoy everyone!

Warning: Includes ballbusting, gay characters, and underage characters.

 

The boy's at Midtown were shown a variety of interesting slides this morning in gym class. The class was split into boys and girls, and the boys could not take their eyes off of the screen.

Slide after slide, the boys were shown soccer players on the ground and holding their private parts. Many of the boys were snickering in the gymnasium.

“These images provide clear ideas of what can happen in a soccer game if one is not careful. Soccer balls can be very dangerous to one’s health.” Logan smirks at all of the boys surrounding him, many of whom he knows well.

Chase, Adam, Bill, Rex, Max, Shane, Aldo, and Leroy all sit together grabbing their own crotches and laugh at each new image that appears on screen.

Chase can’t believe his luck. Logan, who he thinks of as a brother is subbing for the week at his school. Finally Friday has arrived and he is lucky enough to end the day with him in his gym class. Logan has finished his class requirements last semester in High School at Bartlet and has been filling in as a substitute in the town. Logan quickly became everyone favorite sub. No matter the subject matter, Logan always seemed to make the class about ballbusting…go figure.

“Now,” Logan concludes finishing the end of his slideshow “I am going to ask for a…volunteer for us to…learn from.”

The laughing boys all stop short, and they seem to get where Logan is going.

Max who isn’t paying attention and is playing on his phone does not look up.

Rex gets an idea and leans in and whispers to his brother. “Yo, Logan needs a volunteer. Can you help him?”

“Yeah, sure.” Max says and raises his hand absentmindedly, and grins at the screen.

“I see we have a volunteer!” Logan says enthusiastically. Stepping towards the boys sitting on the floor, Max looks up as Logan’s shadow falls over him.

“Huh?”

“Thanks for your help.”

Max looks at Logan, not quite following him as Logan takes his raised hand and pulls him up to his feet. Max, along with the rest of the boy’s is wearing blue and white, the Midtown colors. Max’s tank top, a few sizes too big hangs off of one shoulder, and the wide arm holes allow anyone coming in at the sides to see most of Max’s torso and ribs. Max pushes back his auburn hair from his amber eyes looking at Logan quizzically.

“What do I have to do?” he asks, putting his phone in the pocket of his shorts. Standing with one hand on hip, Max purses his lips starring at Logan.

“All you have to do, is stand right there.”

Max nods at Logan takes out a soccer ball from the ball bag.

Logan shows the class the black and white ball before dropping it by his feet. “Observe what happens when someone does not pay attention.”

“Attention to what?” Max asks perplexed, still trying to figure things out and wishing now that he had paid attention to Logan’s presentation.

Logan grins at the boys, and Chase winks at him.

“I could not have planned this better,” Logan says to the class.

The group seems to hollow with laughter, and unease creeps into Max’s stance. Max licks his lips at Logan turns towards him playing with the ball now between his feet.

“Watch the ball,” Logan says as he begin to kick the ball back and forth between his feet, the ball gaining speed.

Max does, his pink tongue sticking out of his mouth a bit in concentration as one hand rubs his tummy inattentively. A small stretch of unblemished, smooth skin around his navel is visible as Max’s fingers probe his belly button itching it gently.

Then Logan looks up at Max’s face and their eyes meet and Logan kicks the ball forward, and straight at Max.

Max unready, goes to kick the ball back with his feet but the ball sails up and straight into the danger zone. Max barely gets out a breath as the soccer ball strikes him between the thighs. Max’s protruding out bump squishes with a sickening thud and his amber eyes widen in alarm.

A small soft moan sneaks out between his lips, and Max’s hands jolt into fists as the ball drops between his legs and Max drops to his knees in front of Logan standing no more than five feet away from him.

“When you play soccer, you must watch the ball at all times…or else, unfortunate accidents can occur such as this.”

Max moans, his amber eyes crossing as he peers down at the bulge poking out in his shorts and moves to grab his balls.

“Oh shit…” Rex laughs, “You got my brother good!”

Chase is smiling widely, and thumps Rex on the back.

The two share a conspiratorial smile before they turn back to watch Max slump the rest of the way to the floor, holding his privates and squeezing his eyes shuts, his teeth bared and looking unsurprisingly like some of the photos on the screen.

“Hey Coach Logan,” Chase says standing up.

“Yes?”

“I know that a soccer ball can hit you during a game or practice…but what about a foot? Sometimes soccer players get kicked in the nuts too…right?”

“Oh yes, that unfortunately can occur as well.”

“Maybe…” Logan goes on walking towards Max, and patting his back. “We should see that one too. Just so we know…which one is worse.”

Logan grins wider. “I mean, we do need a few more examples…to really explain things for everyone to understand.” Logan agrees.

Max moans as Rex and Chase pull him to his feet and yank his hands away from his crotch where he protectively was holding onto his balls.

“Hey…what?” Max squeaks, his voice much higher than earlier.

“We still have a few more examples to run through. You have to get kicked in the balls next.” Rex explains, not even trying to hide the smile on his face.

“Then more than likely a stomp. I can see that happening in a game.” Logan suggests.

“What about a ball grab, could that happen Coach Logan?” Adam asks.

Shane excited to join in the fun “Or a punch?”

“A head-butt?” Bill suggests uncertainly.

Leroy moves over to the soccer goal, “Or if the other team picks you up and crotches you against the post.”

Aldo stands next to his boyfriend, and puts an arm around his shoulders. “We have time to practice all these scenarios, right Coach Logan?”

Max is shaking his head. “No…please, no.”

Coach Logan comes up to Max, and shakes his head almost looking sad. “The boys don’t understand the concepts that I am trying to teach. Luckily, you volunteered and can be the perfect example for what we are looking to learn. Thank you, Max.”

Max moves to voice another complaint when Adam kicks him brutally from behind, his foot catching Max deep between the fork between his legs. Max’s body jostles in Chase and his twins Rex’s grasp but the two manage to hold onto Max as he sinks in their embrace groaning.

“My…balls…fuuuuck!”

Chase with his free hand sneaks his hand underneath Max’s shorts and underwear and searches the contents of Max’s pouch for a few uncomfortable seconds before he latches on a nut claw around Max’s ballsack.

“How hard should I squeeze?” Chase ponders outloud.

Logan scratches his head for a moment, taking his time to reply as Chase starts squeezing Max’s plump nuggets in one hand.

“The referee does not always observe every play carefully…you should have at least a full minute.”

Max’s amber eyes widen, and Rex leans into his brother whispering “Are they cracked yet?”

Chase smiles overhearing the intimate question, and he leans in so that Rex and he are eye to eye, as his lips tickle Max’s earlobe as he answers. “Not yet, but Max’s flagpole might reach to the sky soon in surrender.”

Rex’s eyes sparkle as he reaches down into his brother’s shorts, his fingers sliding past Chase’s hand and grabs his brother’s chubbing up penis.

“He’s getting hard!” Rex exclaims loudly.

Max’s cheeks darken red, and his full pubis is on display as both boys toy with him, stretching his shorts further down towards his knees.

“I’m…going to get you…” Max starts to say but groans low in his throat, his balls throbbing in Chase’s hand.

Rex pops out his brother’s dick, which sticks almost straight out as he rubs his brother’s full length from root to tip and giving the audience a good show.

Logan comes up to Max and pulls up his shorts, “I want to sub next week…so no nudity. Okay?”

“Fine,” huffs Rex.

“Besides, I think it’s time for the post.”

“Oh yeah!”

The boy’s hurriedly grab Max’s limbs, as Max hangs limply between them, his balls are churning painfully in his ballsack, and his cock now fully hardened is pushed out of the way as the group moves towards the soccer net, the thick round metal post looms out in front of Max and he gulps as they get closer.

“Guys…please…” Max starts to beg.

Aldo and Leroy holding his left and right leg only laugh at him, along with Rex and Chase still clutching onto his arms.

“On the count of three,” Adam chants.

All the boys start to do a countdown. Max barely hears the numbers as they swing his body back and forth, getting ready.

Max looks up at the lights, and as he feels his body moving through the air towards his inevitable destination, his balls try to curl up and hide in his scrotum beneath his rigid erection. Max sighs and closes his eyes shut at his body rams the post groin first.

Cheers erupt around the gymnasium, but Max’s high pitch scream is still heard as his balls crunch against the post in agony ripping through his abdomen. Max’s balls flatten completely against his pubic bone and all four boys grin at one another as Max’s amber eyes cross and they lower him down to the ground. Max finally allowed to hold his boys curls into a fetal position, gaging back bile rising in his throat.

“F...ff…fuck.”

The bell rings, and the boys groan.

“We were having so much fun!” Bill says.

“Yeah,” Rex says looking down at Max in the fetal position. “He’s going to be whinning all night now, can I sleep over at your place Adam?”

“Sure thing, bud.” Adam says.

The boys start to leave, but Chase lingers by his fallen friend.

“How you doing?”

Max unable to speak moans low in his throat.

Chase looks up at Logan and says, “We didn’t have time to practice the stomp.”

“Nope, we didn’t.”

“Next time?”

Logan smiles, “I guess.”

“I have to clean up, will you stay with him and help him change?”

“Of course!” Logan says sitting down next to Max. Max is on his side both hands beneath his shorts holding himself, Chase can just make out the top of his pink crown and Chase moves his hands stealthfully between Max’s shorts and touches the tip of Max’s engorged head, rubbing a thumb along Max’s slit of his dick.

“I can make you feel better,” Logan says quietly. Rubbing his thumb back and forth.

Max shudders and turns away, “No…not now…my balls…oh fuck, my balls.”

Chase leaves his hand on Max’s hip and lowers his hand to rub his stomach, feeling Max’s hardened abdomen, and the smoothness of his skin.

“You, sure?”

Max nods once.

Chase shakes his shoulders, “Okay.” He stands up turning to go and sees Rex re-enter the gym already changed and heading out with Adam. “Aren’t you going to wait for…?”

“Like I said, he’s going to complain the whole night. His ‘growth spurt,’ and all that.” Rex opens the door to the gym, “Just leave him.”

Adam laughs and the pair leave.

Chase thinks about it, but he does not and decides to stay pulling out his phone and sending Jayden another text.

‘Why won’t Jayden text him?’ Chase wonders for the millionth time.

Logan finishing cleaning up comes over to the two of them. “Still sore?”

Max moans.

“Rex says it’s a growth spurt problem.”

Logan scratches his blonde head and bends down and scoops up Max’s limp bodily easily and carries Max towards the changing room. “Let’s check things out…just in case.”

Logan enters the coachs office, and puts Max down carefully on a cot in the corner.

Chase sits down in a chair nearby and watches as Logan puts on a pair of white gloves and heads back over to Max’s limp body. He still groans, every now and then, with his forehead creasing clearly still feeling the after affects of so many groan strikes in a row.

“Let’s take a little peek,” Logan says lowering Max’s shorts and underwear down. Logan and Chase observe that Max is now showing hairs above his penis, the auburn hairs on his scalp reflect what is down below and Logan eyes them appreciatively. “I see you are coming along, here.” Logan says running his fingers through Max’s pubes.

Max moans, opening his eyes. “What…are you doing?”

“Checking you out, making sure everything is alright.”

“The hairs are new.” Chase says knowingly.

“Yeah, they came this week.” Max’s cheeks darken crimson.

“That’s why you always get to practice to change early this week!” Chase says hitting his head. “I should have guessed.”

“Don’t be ashamed of them,” Logan says still touching them, “All of us get them.”

Max nods. “Rex doesn’t have them yet…and he still is smaller than me so…I’m trying to keep more of my developments to myself until he finally hits his growth spurt.”

“Now I’m going to check your testes.”

“Okay.” Max says moving his hands away.

Logan picks up each lump, carefully examining the boy’s scrotum. “They are a little red…which is expected and swollen. But they feel alright. I’m just going to do some quick check-ups on your scrotum for amoralities, since I got you here.”  

Max nods his head, “Okay.”

Max puts his hands underneath his head so he can watch Logan work.

Chase admires Max from afar, and casually rubs his own growing erection as Logan touches his friend. Chase feels himself starting to leak, and stifles a moan but looks up as Max moans and sees that Max has another stiffy.

“All guys get erections when I check out their balls, don’t worry about this.”

“I’m not,” Max says, his voice breathy.

Logan looks down at Max, and no one can dismiss the desire lingering there.

“You seem to be fine.”

Chase stands up, dropping his hand. “Maybe you should check the pipping.”

Logan raises one eyebrow up at Chase. “I think that’s unnecessary. But…” Logan grabs Max’s shaft with his free hand and Max exhales quickly and bites his lip. Chase runs one gloved hand from tip to root of Max’s full length, making the boy quiver beneath him.

“All seems to be in order here.” Logan says starting to take his gloves off.

Max gets onto his elbows, his heart beating fast. “You…sure?”

Chase turns to him. “Yeah, Logan…are you really sure?”

Logan hands Chase a pair of gloves. “Take these home and bring Max. You can check him out yourself.”

The two boys are instantly disappointed, and Logan sees it.

“He wants you.” Chase whispers as Logan shuts off the lights.

“I have a date tonight with Ashely.”

“I won’t take long,” Max says touching himself. “A few quick strokes…should be all it takes.” Max says, his voice dripping with desire.

Chase takes his hands and runs them down Max’s thighs and back up again his fingers tangling in Max’s short curly hairs around his throbbing, and dripping erection.

“He’s right here.”

“Please.” Max says.

Logan grips the doorknob hard, and Chase can see that Logan is straining against his shorts. “Sorry boys…maybe next time.”

Logan steps out and Max drops back to the cot, “Damn.”

“We almost got him,” Chase says.

Max looks up at Chase, “Maybe we get him to next time.”

Chase smiles down at his friend. “Get dressed, I’ll take you home.”

Chase moves towards the door but hears Max putting on white latex gloves. “I just need a few strokes…”

Chase turns back smiles as Max starts rubbing himself, and pre-cum oozes from his red thick member. “Take all the time you need. I’ll be in the car.”

Max moans as he runs his fingers along his shaft imagining Logan’s had there instead. Max closes his eyes, as his dick throbs.

“Fuck me, Logan.” Max whimpers as he gets close to the point of no return.

He does not hold back, but screams Logan name as he reaches orgasm, and flails on the cot his body rocketed with pleasure as he spurts gobs of goo up his chest and hitting him with two jets of semen underneath his chin. A deep look of concentration swims in his amber eyes, as he pumps his cock steadily feeling the little jerky vibrations as the little dregs of his cum flow out onto his his fist.

Max moans, as his little vibrations pulse around his groin while his fist feels the rigidity of his erection falture, and slump against his thumb spent and raw.

Laying limp on the cot Max runs his hands along his chest, and pictures Logan rubbing him. Max smiles, and breathes hard. “Next time, Logan.”

~End