Dear Diary,
I got back from school today to a rude shock. When I walked through the front door, I saw Adam sitting on the sofa in the living room. He was the boy, half my size, who had squeezed my big balls hard during a wrestling match and reduced me to a sobbing mess.
It turns out that his mom was a colleague of my mom's and they thought it would be great for their two sons to be friends. Little did they know how Adam busted my balls a few weeks earlier!
"I think we would be great friends!" Adam smiled cheerily, as if nothing had ever happened.
I kinda froze, and gave him an awkward smile and mumbled some reply, but he grabbed me around the arm and led me upstairs to my room, loudly chattering about video games.
"Aww, look at those two kids!" I heard my mom coo.
I was apprehensive as Adam led me into my room and shut the door behind me, but was so stunned by the sudden turn of events that I just stood there in silence. With the door closed, Adam's sweet smile quickly morphed into an evil smirk.
"Looks like we're gonna be hanging out more often now, big boy!" he told me, as he tweaked my nose.
Annoyed, I lifted my hand to swat the pint-sized kid away. Without warning, Adam delivered a hard uppercut between my legs. I felt the loose cotton shorts bunch up as his fist hammered into my dangling, egg-sized testicles with an audible thwack. It took a second from the time his knuckles crashed into my tender, fragile boy parts for the pain to hit. My jaw fell open in horror, anticipating the agony I knew was coming... Then it hit. That familiar, horrible, gut-twisting, nauseating, aching pain exploded from my gonads into my gut. I grunted in agony as I sank to my knees, my abdominal muscles cramped up from the pain. I wanted to scream in utter anguish but couldn't draw in enough air to let out more than a pathetic squeak.
I curled up into a fetal position on the ground, tears welling in my eyes as I clutched my aching balls. Adam knelt behind me.
"Awww, did I hurt the big boy's big useless balls?" he mocked me with a high-pitched voice.
He proceeded to turn me on my back. I was weakened by the pain and couldn't resist much. After getting me on my back, he sat astride my chest in a reverse school-boy pin. To my horror, he lifted up the waistband of my shorts and boxers.
"Whoa! Look at those huge nuggets!" he exclaimed. I tried to push him off but he immediately let go of my waistband which snapped back onto my exposed, tenderized testicles.
I whimpered in pain, and stopped fighting back.
"If you try to fight me, it's gonna be more painful for you, big boy!" Adam warned. He then grabbed hold of my pendulous nut-bag and tugged it until it was stretched taut. I groaned in agony, the ache in my testicles steadily growing more intense, and my ball cords felt as if they were about to snap from the tension. With his other hand, he started slapping my dick.
Something weird happened. I sprung a throbbing boner as Adam slapped my cock around. I couldn't understand it. My balls and cock were hurting but I had a fucking boner. Suddenly, I felt a sensation I never felt before building up inside my balls. My gonads felt as though they were pulling up towards my pelvis against Adam's grip, only making my pain and misery worse.
Without warning, my hips began to buck involuntarily and my butt muscles spasmed uncontrollably, as this incredible wave of pleasure I cannot describe rocked my entire body. I let out a deep, guttural groan and I felt globs of hot liquid land on my abdomen. What the fuck was happening to me?!!
Adam turned around, ruffled my hair and laughed as he looked at my red, flustered, confused face.
"Look at the mess you made!" he scolded. I lifted my head, and saw puddles of greyish, creamy liquid covering my groin, abdomen, and some were on the floor. A thin stream dribbled from my deflated cock.
I was speechless. I couldn't understand what just happened. It felt so good, my cock was tingling with pleasure but yet my balls were swollen and aching badly.
"I look forward to our next play date, big boy!" Adam laughed as he left my room.
I gingerly picked myself off the floor, and cleaned up the sticky mess I made. I am so confused, diary. What the fuck just happened to me??
DL
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Saturday, May 25, 2013
Diary of a Boy with Big Balls - Part 3
Dear Diary,
My cousin, Brent, from across the country came to visit a few days ago. We used to play a lot when we were younger and my bigger build always gave me an advantage when we play fought. I loved to pin him down and make him cry uncle. He was a year younger than I was. I hadn't seen him in more than a year. He looked the same as before - baby-faced and petite - but now, he was only a third of my size.
I smiled as I grabbed him in a headlock and ruffled his hair. He tried to shove me away but to no avail. He could barely muster the strength to budge me. I let him go and we went up to my room to talk.
"How have you been, you big oaf?" he asked.
"Things have been weird, but good on the whole I guess," I laughed.
"What do you mean by weird?" he inquired.
"Well, I don't really wanna talk about it. It's kinda private," I brushed him off.
"It's a girl, isn't it?" he teased.
"Fuck no!" I retorted.
"Then what is it?" he pressed.
"You've gotta promise, you won't go blabbing it out," I told him.
"Yeah. I promise!" he smiled.
I told him about my growth spurt and how I felt awkward since I was now the biggest kid my age in school. At 11, I was already 6'3" and 240 lbs. I took up boxing to help keep the weight down and I was proud that I was a pretty good boxer, beating every boy that has fought me in the ring. The most awkward part of growing up was that my already large balls were getting bigger and hanging lower. The crotch area of my briefs could barely contain my overgrown testicles and I resorted to loose boxers.
He laughed hard when I told him about my nards but I responded by telling him that big balls are what make a man big and strong. Annoyed at his derision, I told him that he was so small because his balls weren't working properly and that he wasn't a man. He challenged me, telling me that he would like to get into the ring with me to see who the stronger man was. I laughed at him and told him I didn't want to do permanent damage to him. He continued to goad me into a match and I finally agreed. My parents were out and I had a makeshift gym in the basement.
I was in my cotton basketball shorts and he was in his jeans. We put on our gloves and faced each other. I threw a few playful punches at his head and he dodged each one, as I expected him to. I increased the speed of my punches but Brent avoided them as well, much to my surprise. Frustrated, I began to throw punches as fast and as hard as I could. Brent smiled at my sweating face, dodging my best blows. I was tiring fast and my punches were getting clumsier.
Without warning, Brent landed a punch on my jaw. It wasn't hard but I was surprised and automatically brought my hands to my head protectively. Brent then threw a hard uppercut that sailed between my thick legs and crashed into my bobbing balls with a loud, sickening thwack. I didn't see the punch coming at all. I just saw the flash of his red glove near my groin and the next thing I knew was my tender boy balls being smashed between my pelvis and his fist. I yowled in shock and as the pain from the brutal uppercut began to explode from my aching testicles, my arms dropped to my side, my jaw fell slack, and my legs turned to rubber.
I was incapacitated by the pain from my groin and slowly sinking to the ground. He came up behind me and yanked my shorts down, exposing my naked butt and genitals. Despite the pain, the embarrassment made me bend over at the waist to pull my shorts up and preserve whatever dignity I had left. As I was bent at the waist, I felt his cruel punch smash into my badly-hurting, exposed testicles from behind. The agony from the second blow was indescribably horrible. Sickening nausea and a deep, awful, pain hit me hard in my dangling nards and exploded into my gut. I collapsed almost immediately, sobbing, curling up in a fetal position, and clutched my naked, aching balls in anguish.
"Look who's the stronger man now. I guess your big useless balls only made you weaker than your little cousin," he mocked as he kicked my jiggly, pasty ass and left me in the basement, sobbing miserably in agony.
DL
"
My cousin, Brent, from across the country came to visit a few days ago. We used to play a lot when we were younger and my bigger build always gave me an advantage when we play fought. I loved to pin him down and make him cry uncle. He was a year younger than I was. I hadn't seen him in more than a year. He looked the same as before - baby-faced and petite - but now, he was only a third of my size.
I smiled as I grabbed him in a headlock and ruffled his hair. He tried to shove me away but to no avail. He could barely muster the strength to budge me. I let him go and we went up to my room to talk.
"How have you been, you big oaf?" he asked.
"Things have been weird, but good on the whole I guess," I laughed.
"What do you mean by weird?" he inquired.
"Well, I don't really wanna talk about it. It's kinda private," I brushed him off.
"It's a girl, isn't it?" he teased.
"Fuck no!" I retorted.
"Then what is it?" he pressed.
"You've gotta promise, you won't go blabbing it out," I told him.
"Yeah. I promise!" he smiled.
I told him about my growth spurt and how I felt awkward since I was now the biggest kid my age in school. At 11, I was already 6'3" and 240 lbs. I took up boxing to help keep the weight down and I was proud that I was a pretty good boxer, beating every boy that has fought me in the ring. The most awkward part of growing up was that my already large balls were getting bigger and hanging lower. The crotch area of my briefs could barely contain my overgrown testicles and I resorted to loose boxers.
He laughed hard when I told him about my nards but I responded by telling him that big balls are what make a man big and strong. Annoyed at his derision, I told him that he was so small because his balls weren't working properly and that he wasn't a man. He challenged me, telling me that he would like to get into the ring with me to see who the stronger man was. I laughed at him and told him I didn't want to do permanent damage to him. He continued to goad me into a match and I finally agreed. My parents were out and I had a makeshift gym in the basement.
I was in my cotton basketball shorts and he was in his jeans. We put on our gloves and faced each other. I threw a few playful punches at his head and he dodged each one, as I expected him to. I increased the speed of my punches but Brent avoided them as well, much to my surprise. Frustrated, I began to throw punches as fast and as hard as I could. Brent smiled at my sweating face, dodging my best blows. I was tiring fast and my punches were getting clumsier.
Without warning, Brent landed a punch on my jaw. It wasn't hard but I was surprised and automatically brought my hands to my head protectively. Brent then threw a hard uppercut that sailed between my thick legs and crashed into my bobbing balls with a loud, sickening thwack. I didn't see the punch coming at all. I just saw the flash of his red glove near my groin and the next thing I knew was my tender boy balls being smashed between my pelvis and his fist. I yowled in shock and as the pain from the brutal uppercut began to explode from my aching testicles, my arms dropped to my side, my jaw fell slack, and my legs turned to rubber.
I was incapacitated by the pain from my groin and slowly sinking to the ground. He came up behind me and yanked my shorts down, exposing my naked butt and genitals. Despite the pain, the embarrassment made me bend over at the waist to pull my shorts up and preserve whatever dignity I had left. As I was bent at the waist, I felt his cruel punch smash into my badly-hurting, exposed testicles from behind. The agony from the second blow was indescribably horrible. Sickening nausea and a deep, awful, pain hit me hard in my dangling nards and exploded into my gut. I collapsed almost immediately, sobbing, curling up in a fetal position, and clutched my naked, aching balls in anguish.
"Look who's the stronger man now. I guess your big useless balls only made you weaker than your little cousin," he mocked as he kicked my jiggly, pasty ass and left me in the basement, sobbing miserably in agony.
DL
"
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Diary of a Boy with Big Balls - Part 2
Dear Diary,
After that incident about a year ago when my poor balls were mashed against my bike, I wondered if it was just a fluke that my boy berries could hurt so much. My brothers kept saying about how these two dangling pink round things produced something that started with a "T" that made men big and strong. Surely they would be tough! I reasoned that the force of the bike accident was to blame. After all, if you stub your toe, that would hurt like hell too.
Today, however, I was rudely reminded about how vulnerable these squishy, pingpong ball-sized things were, again. This new kid, Adam, moved in a few blocks away. He's about my age but only about half my size (I'm a big kid!). I was riding by his house when he called out to me and asked me if I wanted to play and I agreed. I went to his backyard where he had about five other kids there, who introduced themselves as his friends. They then explained that they were playing wrestling like the WWE matches on TV. I loved watching wrestling and thought it would be cool to play with them. Judging their smaller sizes, I was confident I would be able to beat all of them easily.
We all took turns wrestling each other for a bit, and I really overpowered all the boys who wrestled me. When it was Adam's turn, I easily trapped him in a headlock and then hauled him around his backyard, parading him like my prize. Suddenly, I felt his hand snake up the leg of my shorts and boxers. I was a bit shocked and wondered what the heck he was trying to do. Before I could react, he had grabbed hold of my right ball and began squeezing and tugging on it. I could feel my fleshy organ being crushed between his fingers and palm (I swear I could feel my nut meat protruding between his fingers!) and soon, that deep-seated, nauseating pain hit me right in the gut again. Memories of the bike accident I had a year ago where I smashed my balls came racing back. I tightened the headlock, and wiggled my hips around to make him let go but he refused; instead, he only crushed my poor testicle harder than ever. The pain and nausea were getting so bad I could hardly muster the strength to fight him any longer and I let him go.
Instead of releasing my aching right nut, he grabbed a hold of the left testicle. Now he had me by both balls and kept squeezing them as hard as he could. I could hardly take any deep breaths and began making weird animal noises from the sickening agony in my groin and gut. I began seeing stars as my legs and body began spasming in agony like I was having some kind of seizure. After what seemed an eternity, he let go and I dropped to the ground like a rock, hugging my badly-aching abdomen, whimpering but trying not to cry in front of the boys. I cradled both my injured boy-nuggets, and rocked about in an attempt to suppress the awful, deep pain. The boys began laughing at me cruelly, talking about how weak my genitals were. Ashamed, I finally managed to struggle to my feet and muttered something about not wanting to play anymore as I hobbled towards my bike and went home, painfully limping all the way home. Every ten feet or so, I had to sit on the curb and nurse my badly-aching boy balls. Needless to say, it was a long and painful journey home.
As I am writing this, I have tears streaming down my face because my poor swollen balls still hurt so badly... I feel like throwing up but am suppressing the nausea as much as I can. How can a big hefty, strong boy like me have two big bobbing balls that are so sensitive?!!
Until then,
DL
After that incident about a year ago when my poor balls were mashed against my bike, I wondered if it was just a fluke that my boy berries could hurt so much. My brothers kept saying about how these two dangling pink round things produced something that started with a "T" that made men big and strong. Surely they would be tough! I reasoned that the force of the bike accident was to blame. After all, if you stub your toe, that would hurt like hell too.
Today, however, I was rudely reminded about how vulnerable these squishy, pingpong ball-sized things were, again. This new kid, Adam, moved in a few blocks away. He's about my age but only about half my size (I'm a big kid!). I was riding by his house when he called out to me and asked me if I wanted to play and I agreed. I went to his backyard where he had about five other kids there, who introduced themselves as his friends. They then explained that they were playing wrestling like the WWE matches on TV. I loved watching wrestling and thought it would be cool to play with them. Judging their smaller sizes, I was confident I would be able to beat all of them easily.
We all took turns wrestling each other for a bit, and I really overpowered all the boys who wrestled me. When it was Adam's turn, I easily trapped him in a headlock and then hauled him around his backyard, parading him like my prize. Suddenly, I felt his hand snake up the leg of my shorts and boxers. I was a bit shocked and wondered what the heck he was trying to do. Before I could react, he had grabbed hold of my right ball and began squeezing and tugging on it. I could feel my fleshy organ being crushed between his fingers and palm (I swear I could feel my nut meat protruding between his fingers!) and soon, that deep-seated, nauseating pain hit me right in the gut again. Memories of the bike accident I had a year ago where I smashed my balls came racing back. I tightened the headlock, and wiggled my hips around to make him let go but he refused; instead, he only crushed my poor testicle harder than ever. The pain and nausea were getting so bad I could hardly muster the strength to fight him any longer and I let him go.
Instead of releasing my aching right nut, he grabbed a hold of the left testicle. Now he had me by both balls and kept squeezing them as hard as he could. I could hardly take any deep breaths and began making weird animal noises from the sickening agony in my groin and gut. I began seeing stars as my legs and body began spasming in agony like I was having some kind of seizure. After what seemed an eternity, he let go and I dropped to the ground like a rock, hugging my badly-aching abdomen, whimpering but trying not to cry in front of the boys. I cradled both my injured boy-nuggets, and rocked about in an attempt to suppress the awful, deep pain. The boys began laughing at me cruelly, talking about how weak my genitals were. Ashamed, I finally managed to struggle to my feet and muttered something about not wanting to play anymore as I hobbled towards my bike and went home, painfully limping all the way home. Every ten feet or so, I had to sit on the curb and nurse my badly-aching boy balls. Needless to say, it was a long and painful journey home.
As I am writing this, I have tears streaming down my face because my poor swollen balls still hurt so badly... I feel like throwing up but am suppressing the nausea as much as I can. How can a big hefty, strong boy like me have two big bobbing balls that are so sensitive?!!
Until then,
DL
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Diary of a Boy with Big Balls - Part 1
Dear Diary,
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?!!
Until then,
DL
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