I always thought being big and strong was what a man should be. And from what I heard on TV and my older brothers' conversations, a man's balls were what made him big and strong. I never really paid much attention to my balls but I knew that one day they would make me into a big and strong man. If size were anything to go by, I would be a really big and strong guy since I had a pretty large pair of balls. I would compare them with other boys my age and I easily had the biggest pair of balls around. That would guarantee that I'd become a big, strong man!
How these two pink, smooth, round, squishy, pingpong ball-sized things that dangled beneath my dick would make me a man was beyond me though. All I knew was that if I spread my legs wide and swung them about, my balls felt really good. I had never really paid much attention to them... until today. I just had my 8th birthday and the best present I got was a bicycle. I rode that bicycle everyday and everywhere I could. Today, I decided to ride around the woods just behind my home. I was riding down a small slope pretty fast pretending I was a motorcycle racer when all of a sudden, my front wheel hit a hole or rock. My bike slammed to halt but my body kept travelling forwards.
My husky butt flew off the seat and I landed with the top tube of the bicycle frame between my legs. On impact, I could feel my two big squishy balls flatten between the cold, hard metal bar and my pelvis. I was kinda relieved that I didn't fall off after the initial shock wore off but all of a sudden, it hit me. This horrible, sickening, nauseating pain I had never experienced before exploded from my squashed balls into the the pit of my belly. It felt like the worse tummyache I had ever had. This agonizing pain slowly moved into my chest and my throat. All I could do was wail in anguish as I automatically clutched at my injured boy parts and fell off the bike on my side. I curled up there in the dirt and began sobbing as I endured the worse pain I had ever felt in my life. There was nothing I could do to stop that horrible deep aching pain that seemed to erupt from my tender boy balls in waves. I clutched my aching nuts with one hand and with the other, I rubbed my tummy but to no avail.
I don't know how long I was curled up in the dirt, crying and nursing my traumatized boy balls. Eventually. the pain abated to where I was able to pick myself up and limp home. I whimpered with almost every single step; every time my foot hit the ground, the impact seemed to jolt my tender testicles and cause more pain. When I got home, as I showered to clean myself, I gently inspected my aching balls. They seemed really red and sore as I rolled them around gingerly. At least I didn't break anything.
After my shower, I crawled into bed and quietly sobbed into my pillow as I fell asleep in pain. As I write this, my poor balls are feeling much better but still kinda hurt a little. How are such sensitive, squishy things supposed to make me into a big, strong man?!!