A Chain Reaction: Part 1 of 2 written by foot_in_crotch (Kramtoad Story)

 

A Chain Reaction: Part 1 of 2

By foot_in_crotch

 

 

Dear Ballbusting Boys Community,

 

Here is a message from the author on the Kramtoad website. Hopefully he sees his story reposted and gets a kick (heh) out of seeing everyone enjoy his work again. Be sure to post a comment or click a vote to let him know what you think.

 

Sincerely,

 

Jimmy

Okay boys--

Tired of not seeing new material so I whipped this one together and decided to post it. If you like the premise, it's based loosely in reality and the story will just keep getting better and better.

This is for m/m fantasies only, is what i am into, and if a few more of my "interests" show through, it's who I am...kinky. I appreciate any and all feedback. I tried to keep the story within the bounds of what might presumably happen in reality. It's what I like in a good story...I assume you are that's what you look for in a good story too.

But it's just porn

Warning: male/male, ballbusting, college, and with a gay leading character

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Terry pulled the old t-shirt over his head, brushed his teeth, grabbed his keys fit his backpack over his small frame and, letting the door slide shut behind him, made his way off to class. It started with a few people staring at him as he passed them in the stairwell of Burton Hall. He distinctly heard a few girls whispering at the corner curb and when the campus shuttle finally arrived and he stepped inside a friend of Terrys, Michael, actually laughed out loud.

“What the Hell is with the shirt, man?” Michael said as Terry took the adjacent seat. Terry turned to Michael, who even sitting down was a full head and a half taller than he was and said, “A dare.”

“So you are fucking serious?” Michael said grinning. Terry blushed slightly. Michael and he had been friends since high school and Terry’s secret crush since 7th and he was suddenly grateful that his bag was resting on his lap instead of his shoulders. Michael was an absolute hottie.

“Yeah, I lost a bet.”

“Oh my God, that’s hilarious! Hey nick!” Michael shouted. A tall, lean, muscular kid obviously on his way home from a work out at the university gym waved from across the bus. “Get a load of this; Terry here is wearing a Kick me in the balls T-shirt!”

The vehicle came to a stop a few moments later at the next stop and when the girl across the aisle from Terry a girl stood up to leave Nick took her place to take a look at the shirt.

He couldn’t keep a straight face for a bit and then in his the-price-is-right voice read the words loud enough that all could hear “Please kick me as hard as you possibly can in my balls. No joke. And then sign the back of my shirt.” Terry suddenly found himself the focal point in the shuttle as he recited his rehearsed
version of past events, his story very rehearsed.

“Well I went back home over the weekend, right. And while I was there I met up with a few buddies at a party that I had met at one of the high school regional swim meets. There was a lot of drinking and shit and after one of the guys takes this girl into the back room my friends start talking about how even though he’s getting laid that they are more of a man than he is or whatever.” His story was
interrupted by brief laughter from Nick, Michael and a few surrounding passengers.

“Anyway--one thing led to another and we talked about what makes a guy tough or not. Guess these guys wanted to see who was more of a man. At which point” Terry laughed; he didn’t use his razor more than twice a week and back in swim meets the only part he had to shave were his legs. Now Michael on the other hand had some amount of stubble on his cheeks each morning and even when he did shave had a 5:00 shadow by noon, and Michael, a guy he had only just met had the muscles and frame of a hardened athlete. It was enough to make him feel like the twelve year old who mistook the high school bus as his own. But he continued the story, making up new parts as he spoke. “So Greg, the drunkest of the group, after losing an arm wrestle to me, mind you, says ‘That what makes a man a man isn’t his strength but was how much pain he can take!’ and Terry indicated to his fly. In his balls!” laughed Michael.

“And don’t tell me--you lost.”

“Yup, nearly passed out after the first kick.”

“Thought your voice was higher this morning.” Chuckled Nick as the rest of the entire front end of the bust burst into laughter.

“So how long do you have to wear this?”

“Until it’s full of signatures.”

“The same shirt?”

“I’m going to wash it duh. But it’ll be dumb wearing the same shirt
every day.”

“Then accessorize!” said a boy down the bench in the gayest voice he could muster. And the bus erupted into more laughter.

“Well let’s have at it then.” Nick said smiling as the bus got quiet once more.

“Hehe, uhm, what do you mean?” Terry said as the color rose back into his cheeks.

“Spread your legs, man, my stop is next.” Nick encouraged.

“Well, mine is too. I’ll need to walk off the bus.” While secretly Terry would have just loved it if Michael had made the offer instead of Nick he obliged. Nick was hot in an entirely different sort of way and he was more than willing to take a shot in the nuts from this stud too. He spread his knees, edged up to the end of the seat, moved his bag out of the way (thankfully his boner wasn’t visible) and closed his eyes.

He could have sworn that he heard moments before he actually felt it, but in either case he the treads on Nicks Running shoes crush his balls into the edge of his seat. It was just a kick, and it only lasted a second but Nicks kick had launched Terry into the aisle at the feet of his assailant, ass in the air, nose a few inches from Nicks Nikes.

The whole bus erupted in laughter as Terry laid in the aisle. Now that close to Nicks feet Terry saw that he wasn’t wearing socks and what more he could smell that if Nick ever wore socks it was rarely. The combined nausea from that well-placed kick and Nicks sweaty feet was enough that Terry shut out the laughter and was just trying to collect himself and worry about his dignity later.

Michael laughed the hardest, and in one fluid motion he grabbed the sharpie poking out of Terry’s bag and tossed it over to Nick. Nicks shoe then took a step closer to Terrys face, bent over, and wrote, what he later found out to say, I owned you first!- Nick.

Terry was surprised to find, that here, even after being humiliated in front of all of these people and after that power kick in the nuts he was aroused. And a spot of his underwear was wet in pre-cum. The bus lurched to a stop and Terry heard the doors hiss open.

Soon Nick had left and Michael was helping Terry collect his belongings and
make his way out the door. A few minutes and a lot of strange looks later Terry was sitting in front of a screen at a computer lab.

Michael took a computer closer to the window and Terry opened his email:

A message was sent to him that he had been waiting for. With battedbreath, Terry opened the message.

 

Mystery Master wrote:

Well--you told me about how she found that one mag under your bed junior year, so coming out to her will hardly be atomic news--but watch out for fall out and do it on your own time schedule.

 

 Of course it's going to hurt. LOL, but you are going to like it as much as I am I am sure, lol. I forgot to tell you that you could lie about the premise for why u were wearing the shirt. Frat initiation, a lost bet, a dare gone wild. Whatever. You probably figured that out on your own, lol.

I forgot to tell you to tie your nuts up though. Do that as soon as you possibly can, no elastic stuff, just yarn or string. See you online tonight?

Master

Terry took a deep breath and began to type a message back.

 On 11/7/05, Terry Mansfield wrote:

Okay—

 

Yeah my mother stopped by earlier and wanted to "talk" so I never got online. I think she knows I am gay.

Oh god, this is going to hurt, but I'll be happy to do it for you master. I expected my tasks would leave the bedroom, so to speak, eventually.

I am just going to use my old gym shirt--from last semester. I'll just bring a marker from my desk with me everywhere I go tomorrow. If there is anything else I can do to please you, let me know.

--Terry.

A few minutes into computer lab, Terry heard the ping from his computer and was both surprised and delighted to see that he had a response.

--- Mystery Master wrote:

 Hey Terry,

I didn't see you online last night and I wanted to make sure you got your masters orders for this morning correctly. You are to wear an old T-shirt with the following words written across the front "Please kick me as hard as you possibly can in my balls. No joke. And then please sign the back of my shirt."

You will allow all who inquire to kick you in the balls as hard as they want. You will make no attempt to block or avoid any and all kicks and will stand, lay or sit as indicated by the individuals who want to kick you in the groin.

Make Master happy. I will be in touch.


Terry simply typed

LOL,

yeah, go figure, she probably figured out back then, huh.

I am in a computer lab right now, I signed into messenger but you weren't there. My nuts ache. And that was untied, lol. Only one kick down. I didn't know how long this task was to last so i kind of flubbed it to my friends.

You would have loved seeing the kick, though. I was face down in the bus this morning, so horny nearly came in my pants.

Anyway class is starting and I ought to hobble down there I had notes I needed to get to a friend before it started. I'll be on at 7 tonight.

He hit send and then signed out.

“Shit, I’m going to be late.” He hissed, then grabbing his bag and ran as best as he could.