New Balls, Please
by David Heulfryn

 

I knew you had to be fit, but I had no idea that we had so many rules to remember. I was excited when my school was one of the two chosen to provide the ball kids for the local tennis championship. I enthusiastically volunteered and was the first chosen, as my teachers had told the visiting ball kid coach that I was passionate about tennis. I watched all the tournaments and even played a little, although I was never good enough to compete.

My mother teased me by refusing to sign the consent form, and I would promise to do any chores, but she laughed at me, letting me know that she was joking.

The training was hard, and we had to prove our fitness to stay. Each day, someone was either rejected or they’d pulled out. I worked hard and memorised the rules, but I never thought my place was certain.

During the second week of training, I got the courage to ask my mother to buy me a jockstrap.

“Ah, my baby’s growing up.” She smiled and tousled my hair.

“Mum!” I was sixteen and felt I grew up a few years ago.

“We have to protect your precious things.” She looked down at my crotch and the slight bulge in my grey sweatpants. “Do you need one of those hard thingies?”

“No, Mum!” I was getting embarrassed. “I just need the support for all the running and crouching I’ll be doing on the tennis court.”

“I don’t mind buying you one. We have to keep your downstairs safe. I do want to be a Granny, Riley. But not for several years.” She frowned at me.

“Mum!” Talking about my balls and my non-existent sex life was excruciating.

What my mother didn’t know was that I had my eye on another ball kid I was training with. He was about my age, and I became obsessed with him from the moment I saw him change into his uniform. He wore a jockstrap. His bulge and arse looked great in it. That’s why I wanted one. He was also not ashamed to get naked and showed off his nakedness in front of all of us ball boys. His blond hair drew the attention of many boys. His blond pubes engrossed me; they were the same pale colour as the hair on his head. There was a blond boy at school whose pubes were more mousy than blond, so this boy’s pubes intrigued me. And so did his cock. My balls twitched when I first saw his cock. It wasn’t massive; it was cute. I knew he was soft, but his cock was one of those that jutted out from his body and didn’t hang. His balls were neat and tight, and his tapered foreskin added another inch to the length of his slim cock. I imagined that the extra foreskin filled out when his cock grew.

 

My mother had my new jockstrap waiting for me when I got home from school. I thought I might have to wait until the weekend, but I smiled when I saw the white garment waiting for me on my bed. I stripped off my school uniform and tried it on. My cock swelled as I felt the clean fabric enrobe and support me. I spent several minutes admiring myself in the mirror and my nearly naked body. I was grateful my cock didn’t get hard as I needed to get to ball-kid training.

I pulled on the uniform and stuffed a towel into my back with a change of clothes, and I dashed downstairs. I was about to run out the door when my mother called me.

“Riley!” She stood in the hallway, smiling. “Are you wearing it now?”

I blushed and nodded my head.

“So… how does it feel?”

“Fine, Mum. Can I go? I don’t want to be late.” I pleaded.

“I was hoping you’d let me see it. I need to make sure it fits right.”

I kept blushing. “It fits, Mum!”

“It’s not like I haven’t seen you in your underwear before. It wasn’t so long ago that you would run around the house naked, and we had to catch you to put you in the bath.” She reminisced.

“That was over ten years ago, Mum. I’m grown up now.”

Mum came over to me and kissed my cheek, “I’m just teasing you, Riley. I love you. Now go to your training. I’m looking forward to seeing you on court in a couple of weeks.”

I smiled and left.

 

The training was tough today. The coach chose me to practice at the nets. Dashing to collect the ball and back again. Knowing when to return to the umpire’s chair or the other side. Then, when to roll the ball to the ball kid at the end of the court.

They had me running constantly, trying to catch me off guard and force me to make a mistake. But I didn’t. The coach called me over during a break.

“You’re great out there, Riley.”

I was sweating and out of breath. My shirt was sticking to my skin, and my armpits began to smell.

“Not many kids can handle it. It won’t be as intense as we’ve been pushing you when you’re there at a proper match.”

“Thanks,” I said, trying to catch my breath.

“I think I have the perfect net partner for you.” He looked over at the other practice courts. “Sean!” He yelled, “Get over here.”

I couldn’t tell who he was shouting to, but I blushed when I saw the blond boy jogging over to us. He was as out of breath as I was. And sweaty. His blond hair was damp, and a wet sheen covered his face.

“You two kids are the best at the nets. I want to pair you up and see how you work together. I have my eyes on a few more kids to work the court with you, and tomorrow, I want to see how you manage a match.”

I grinned and felt proud. I looked over at Sean and blushed, although I doubt anyone noticed as I was red-faced from the exertion.

I had hoped it would be a good opportunity to get to know Sean, but Coach continued to work us hard, and we barely exchanged two words with each other. I was relieved when the Coach blew his whistle and training was over. Sean jogged to the changing room, and I didn’t want to seem unfit, so I jogged along with him.

Sean pulled off his shirt and kicked off his tennis shoes. His white socks looked dirty.

“Mum’ll have trouble getting these clean,” Sean said to me as he sat down and pulled off his socks. “They stink fowl, too.”

I grinned at him, “Mine too.” My socks were damp with sweat.

As I pulled off my sweaty shirt, I noticed Sean was still looking over at me. I grew shy but resisted the urge to cover up my chest. My nipples hardened from the cool air and the breeze created by the group of boys changing and moving around excitedly.

When I glanced sideways, back at Sean, I noticed he was now down to his jockstrap. I pulled down my shorts, exposing myself in my jockstrap for the first time.

“I bet you were glad you wore that today.” Sean walked over to me, his towel in his hand but still wearing his jockstrap. I looked up at him and blushed. “You usually wear briefs like the younger boys.” He smiled and looked at the younger boys around us, “But being older, I find we need the extra support.”

I watched as Sean reached down, cupped his bulge, and gently shook it.

“Yes.” I sounded stupid. It was all I could think of to say. I was amazed that he had noticed me. Then I blushed when I realised he’d watched me get changed and probably naked.

“You’ll be glad of it when we finally get to be at a proper match.”

“I was glad of it today,” I told him.

“I bet you were. When I had a break, I couldn’t help but notice your junk wobbling all over the place. It must have bruised your balls.” I wondered how long he’d been checking me out and how I could have missed it.

“They did ache a bit after practice, but they feel much better today.” I was about to reach down and cup my balls through the jockstrap but stopped myself. I didn’t want to seem too eager to fondle myself in a room full of other boys, showering and changing.

“You coming into the shower?” Sean brazenly pulled down his jockstrap and threw it by his pile of dirty and sweaty training clothes. I couldn’t help but look down at his exposed cock, still perky and jutting out from his blond pubes.

“Er… yes.” I scanned his body and looked at his smiling face.

“Come on then. Coach has paired us up, so we need to work together on and off the court.” He waited for me to strip off my sweaty jockstrap.

I felt I had no choice but to expose myself in front of him. I don’t know why I became so shy, as I’d been showering naked in front of the boys all week. They had all seen me naked, but now it felt different, standing naked in front of Sean. He made no secret of checking me out and watched as I grabbed my cock and balls and pulled them away from my body as they began to stick together with the amount of sweating I’d done.

Once we were in the showers and chatting like normal sixteen-year-old boys, I overcame my sudden bout of shyness. We chatted as we soaped ourselves; it couldn’t be a quick rinse with warm water, as our sweat had begun to dry and leave our skin sticky. Sean asked me to soap his back.

“I can never get a good backscrub.” He turned his back to me, and I looked at the curve of his buttocks and the soapy water flowing down the cleft. I felt my cock throb and brought my eyes up to the space between his shoulder blades. I soaped him up, feeling the softness of his skin. I’d never touched another boy before, well, not like this. My mates never asked me to wash their backs when we showered after gym class at school.

Sean jolted me when he turned around and spun me around. “I’ll do you now.”

I felt his hands on my back.

Coach poked his head into the showers and saw Sean washing me. “Glad to see you working together.” He said to us, “You two are my secret weapon and will be the stars of the court.”

As quickly as he appeared, he was gone again, and I noticed Sean had started something that the other boys were copying. A few boys had paired up and were also washing each others’ backs. I noticed that one boy was hard, but he showed no embarrassment. He’d only just started to grow hairs above his cock.

Sean slapped my back, “Finished.”

We rinsed off and grabbed our towels.

 

Mum was waiting for me when I got home. I was halfway up the stairs when she called me back.

“I’m putting a wash on. Does your tennis kit need washing?” She looked at my sports bag.

“Yes, please.” I reached in and grabbed my wet towel, shorts and shirt.

“Does your new jockstrap need washing?” She asked, and I blushed. “I’ve heard that some boys don’t like to wash them, superstition or something stupid, but I wouldn’t let you wear the same underpants for two days running.”

My mother took my sports bag from me and removed my dirty white socks and jockstrap. “This thing is sodden!” She held it up. “What have you been doing in it? Is this all sweat, or did you shower with it on?”

“We don’t shower in our pants, Mum!” I squirmed.

“I’m glad to hear it. After sweating this much, you need a thorough wash to prevent it from going stale. It could be a breeding ground for infection. You’ve heard of athlete’s foot?” She asked.

“Yes, Mum!” I groaned.

“Well, you can get it in your crotch, too. It can be more serious if you get a fungal infection between your legs.”

“Mum! I’m sixteen, and I know how to wash and dry myself properly.”

“Good. Now, tell me how the jockstrap was today. Did it help?”

“Yes, Mum!” This was excruciating. I’m sure she was doing this on purpose.

“Not too big, not too small.”

“No, Mum. It was just right. Look, can I go? I have some homework to finish.”

“Okay, Riley. I’ll have this clean and dry ready for tomorrow when you get back from school.” She held up the stinky jockstrap, and I ran upstairs to get away from this embarrassing conversation.

I didn’t have any homework; I just wanted to get away. I hoped the teasing from Mum would stop as soon as she got over the fact that her son was now grown up enough to wear an athletic supporter.

I lay on my bed, my hand delving inside my sweatpants and into my underwear. I grabbed my cock, which grew hard. I thought about Sean in his jockstrap and then in the shower, naked. My fingers curled around my hard cock, and I felt my balls ache. My cock throbbed, and I couldn’t stop myself from cumming in my pants.

I jumped to my feet, trying to pull down my sweatpants with one hand while the other tried to contain my spunk. I couldn’t stain my sweatpants; they were all I had to wear after training, and it wouldn’t be good to turn up in spunk-stained clothes.

My briefs were soaked, but I’d managed not to wet my sweats. I kicked them off and pulled my hand out of my briefs. It was covered in my spunk, thick and creamy. I wiped my hand on the back of my briefs and took them off. I used the dry parts to clean myself up the best I could, but I needed to use the bathroom to do a proper job.

I chucked my briefs in the dirty linen basket and picked up my grey sweatpants. I poked my head out of the door to check if anyone was around. Satisfied I couldn’t be seen, I dashed along the landing to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me, took the flannel and cleaned up. I dried my damp cock and balls on the hand towel. If Mum knew, she’d kill me. I pulled on my sweatpants, deciding to freeball for the rest of the day.

 

Sean and I were paired together for the rest of our sessions. We started sitting next to each other in the changing room and would always shower together, washing each other’s backs. Our hands never went below our waists, but I got the impression that Sean wanted more. But that may have been wishful thinking on my part, as I had developed a serious crush on him.

We were kept very busy during the two weeks of the tennis tournament. The tournament officials continually assessed us. Some kids were let go because they couldn’t concentrate for long enough, especially if the match went to five sets. Sean and I were given a few comments for improvement, but nothing serious.

As the tournament progressed and players were eliminated, the number of matches decreased, which in turn reduced the need for ball kids. Sean and I were kept on, and we talked about how great it would be if we were selected for the men’s final. I got butterflies in my stomach. To be on the court for the men’s final would be prestigious.

The ball boys had a separate changing room. It was next to the male players changing room, but we were forbidden from ever going in there. Our changing room was busy. There were so many games happening that they needed loads of us, so, at any time, the changing room was full of fourteen, fifteen, or sixteen-year-old boys in different stages of undress. Some were in the showers, cleaning themselves after spending hours on court, running around and sliding on the grass.

The officials provided us with our uniforms, which consisted of a dark blue polo shirt and dark blue shorts. We weren’t allowed to take them home and had to leave them in the changing room for them to be washed. The next day, we were provided with a clean, crisp and freshly laundered uniform. Underwear was our own business, but they did suggest using athletic supports or tight briefs. Mum bought me more jockstraps so that she wouldn’t have to wash them every day, and I noticed that the clean whiteness of a new jockstrap soon turned a murky grey.

The second men’s semi-final had just finished. It was a late finish, as the two men were evenly matched, and the match went all the way to a fifth set. Sean and I had just finished returning the balls to the umpire when a match official approached us. I grew nervous, hoping we hadn’t done anything wrong. He called the other ball kids over; they were girls and stood at the ends of the court. Sean and I worked the nets, and we were the only ball boys on court.

“There’s only the ladies’ and men’s finals left to play, so that means we won’t be needing all the ball kids, just the primary teams and some backup kids.” The official began. “So I’m afraid we are going to have to let some go. But we are grateful to all the ball kids. Without them, the tournament wouldn’t go as smoothly.”

I grew nervous; he was preparing us for bed news. I knew it.

“You lot make a great team, but I have some bad news.”

I put my hands behind my back, my right hand clutching my left wrist. I squeezed hard.

“Your families won’t have you back yet.” I frowned, “You’ve been selected for the men’s final!” The official raised his voice and grinned at us.

I was overwhelmed. I screamed and jumped up and down. Sean and I jumped together and hugged each other. I think we hugged a little too long as the ball girls looked at us funny.

“Today has been a late one, and tomorrow is a rest day. For the players as well, to get ready for the final.” We calmed down and listened to the man. “So get changed and go home. Please ensure you rest tomorrow and arrive here bright and early the next day. We need you all to be at your best and well-rested. So make sure you have a good night’s sleep so you are alert.” He smiled at us. “Now go home. And congratulations.”

Sean and I grinned at each other. I couldn’t wait to tell my parents. It’s just a shame I couldn’t get them tickets for the final so they could watch me. We were so excited we jogged to the changing room.

“Fuck! Fuck!” Sean jumped up and down excitedly as we entered the locker room and hugged me again. “I can’t believe it, Riley.”

I was as giddy as Sean and had a broad smile on my face.

“We’re the best, Riley! They only have the best at the final.” Sean had calmed down a little and pulled off his polo shirt. I did the same, and we threw them into the dirty laundry bin by the door.

I sat on the bench and kicked off my white trainers. Sean sat next to me and put his arm over my naked shoulders. Our sweaty skin stuck together, and I finally looked around the locker room; it was empty, not surprising, as we were the last match of the evening. I shuddered.

Sean peeled his sweaty arm from my shoulders and stood up to push down his shorts. His bulge was in front of my face. I smelt his sweat, and before I could cast my eyes away, he pulled down his jockstrap, and I was staring at his perky cock.

“Hurry up and join me in the shower.” Sean tousled my damp hair, and I looked up to see him grinning at me. I couldn’t tell if he was still elated at being chosen for the final or if he was teasing me. I felt my balls lurch, and then Sean turned, and I watched his naked arse as he walked to the showers.

Thankfully I was still exhausted from the match, and my cock remained soft. I swiftly stripped off the rest of my ballboy uniform and joined Sean in the shower.

Sean was rinsing his body when he saw me. He turned and smiled at me. It was then I noticed his perky little cock was even more perky and wasn’t so little. He reached out, grabbed my hand and dragged me under his shower. We stared into each other’s eyes. I shuddered again, this time in anticipation. He breached the tiny gap between us, and he placed his lips on mine. I didn’t pull away. This was what I’d wanted for weeks. My lips opened as I felt his tongue press against them. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer, our bodies touching. I could feel his hard cock press against my crotch. My hands felt down his back until I found his fleshy buttocks. I kneaded them, playing with them. They felt so soft.

My eyes were closed as we played with each other’s bodies. My cock throbbed as it rubbed against him.

I sighed with disappointment when Sean broke our kiss and pushed me to arm’s length.

He looked down at my naked body. “I want to see you.”

I blushed and felt shy. Sean was the person to see my hard cock. It pointed at him, my balls hung low from the warmth of the shower. He reached out again, this time taking my balls in his hand. He gently squeezed.

“I’ve been wanting to handle your balls for a long time.” Sean rolled my balls around in his hand. I felt safe in his hands and groaned. He looked at me. “I’ve sensed you’ve wanted this. Please don’t tell me I was wrong.”

I shook my head.

“Don’t be afraid to touch me, Riley. I’ve seen your ball skills on court, and I’ve been impressed.”

I reached out and cradled his balls. They felt warm. I looked at his hard cock, it was shorter and thinner than mine, but I didn’t care. It looked perfect to me. I released his balls and wrapped my fingers around his cock. This was the first time I had touched another boy’s cock. I felt my cock lurch as Sean’s fingers touched mine. I gasped, and he released me. I think he knew if he kept touching me, I would blow. He didn’t want that. I didn’t want that.

“Is this your first time?” Sean whispered, barely audible above the sound of the showers.

I nodded.

“It’s mine, too.”

I felt relieved. Sean was a virgin, like me, but had more confidence.

“You’re the first boy I’ve touched.”

I released his cock, and I felt an overwhelming urge to kiss him. My confidence grew knowing that Sean was as inexperienced as me. Our tongues duelled, and my cock throbbed. Sean pulled away.

“I want to suck you. Will you let me?” Sean’s eyes pleaded with me. If I was to grow up, I needed to grasp this opportunity.

I nodded.

“Tell me if you want me to stop or if I hurt you. I’ve wanted you to be my first since I saw you.”

“I will.”

Sean moved me so that I was leaning against the shower wall. The tiles were cold, but I didn’t feel it as all my senses were centred on my cock. Sean kissed his way down my body until he reached my throbbing cock. My foreskin was already retracted, and he placed a gentle kiss on the exposed head. I shuddered.

His lips wrapped themselves around the head, and felt a little suction and his tongue flicking the underside of my cock.

Sean tightened his lips and pushed his head down so my cock slid into his mouth. I placed my hands on his head, feeling his wet hair beneath my fingers. I didn’t hold him; I only wanted to touch him. My cock touched the back of his mouth, he pulled back slightly and didn’t choke. He didn’t try to take all my cock, but it wasn’t necessary. His warm mouth, his lips and his tongue were all I needed.

I closed my eyes after watching my cock move in and out of Sean’s mouth. I stroked Sean’s soft blond hair. My balls started to ache, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I blew.

“I’m going to cum.” I warned Sean, but he didn’t stop or pull my cock from his mouth. I wondered if he had heard me, so I warned him again.

I kept stroking his silky blond hair as he kept sucking my cock. I grunted, and my body jerked as my cock lurched. Sean held my cock firmly in his mouth, and I waited that split second before my cum spewed out. It was the most intense orgasm of my life so far. I felt Sean swallow, his mouth undulating on my sensitive cock as my cum went deep within his body.

Sean let my wilting cock slip from his lips, and he stood up and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me. Our bodies were connected, and I felt his stiff cock poke me. My soft cock lay limp between us.

I twisted until Sean now had his back against the tiles.

“You don’t have to, Riley. Don’t feel like you need to.” Sean gazed into my eyes. He meant it. He didn’t expect anything from me.

“I want to. I’ve thought about this for weeks. I’ve never felt this way about anyone.” I got to my knees and engulfed Sean’s cock. It hit the back of my throat, and I coughed.

“Slow down, Baby. I’m not going anywhere.”

I looked up at Sean and felt my stomach lurch. Sean was perfect. Not only did we share a love of tennis, but he seemed to care about me. Only my mother ever called me Baby. But it was different when Sean called me that.

I took it slower and savoured his cock. I threw away everything I thought I should do and did what felt natural. I did what I felt would make Sean feel good. I held his arse cheeks and kneaded them as I sucked his cock in and out of my mouth. I could taste Sean’s precum as it leaked out. I swallowed all of it, and I knew that when the time came, I would swallow Sean’s cum.

That moment came sooner than I expected. Sean began to gasp.

“I’m cumming.” He groaned.

I felt his cock throb between my lips. I waited, excited to taste him. I’d never tasted cum before. I never had the courage to taste my own. But I found the courage to taste Sean’s cum. Finally, his cock spurted, and I felt his load hit the back of my throat and then pool on my tongue. I swallowed. He tasted salty, but that could have been the sweat from his crotch. I didn’t care.

We kissed when I stood up and caressed each other’s naked bodies. Then we soaped each other. Our final moments in the shower were tender, but I started to become nervous.

“What’s wrong?” Sean sensed something. “You’re not regretting it? Are you?”

“No. It’s just… what happens now?” I cast my eyes downwards.

“I don’t know. But I don’t want this to be it.” Sean reached out and held my hands. “I want to see you again. I want to get to know you better. I want you to be my boyfriend.”

My eyes darted up and looked at him. “I’ve never had a boyfriend before.”

“Do you want one?” Sean smiled.

“Yes, please.” I returned his smile, and Sean kissed me, a quick peck on my lips.

“Come on, Riley. We’d better get dressed. Our parents will be wondering what’s taking us so long.”

As I walked out of the shower, Sean slapped my arse. I giggled.

I don’t know what made me more proud: being chosen to be a ball boy for the final or getting my first boyfriend.

 

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