Josh's Dorm Room Bust

Josh and Christine were hanging out in his dorm room, during a relaxing week in between midterms and finals. The two college freshmen had been virtually inseparable since meeting each other during orientation week.

In the months since then, Josh had developed a pretty strong crush on her, although he hadn’t built up the courage to ask her out. As far as he could tell, the feeling wasn’t reciprocated, though he was never that good at reading those types of things.

At this point in time he was content to just spend time with her, doing the type of nothingless-yet-memorable activities that friends often do.

They were both lying on his bed scrolling on their phones. Josh came across a funny video of a hockey player getting a stick whacked in between his legs. He had to share this one.

“You have to see this video Christine,” he said, shoving his phone in her face. “Man that’s gotta hurt.”

“Ooooh, yeah,” Christine said with a strong exhale as she spoke. “I can imagine.”

“Really? You?” Josh said, while rolling his eyes in an over-the-top sarcastic way.

“Well…not as much as you can, to be fair.”

Over the last few weeks, Christine had increased the amounts of taunts towards Josh’s nuts. For his part, he didn’t mind - he actually found the idea mildly arousing. Though he was still trying to figure out if he was turned on more by the ball-talk or the fact that this previously mild-mannered girl was experimenting with a more devilish turn.

“Hah, well I’m glad you finally give me credit for something,” Josh teased.

“Have you ever… actually been kicked in the balls?” Christine asked, point-blankly.

“Well… yeah,” Josh said, with a slight uncertainty in his voice about where this conversation might go. He was caught off guard by how direct she had been. “I think all guys have. I mean, you have a brother, you must have kicked him in the balls before, right?”

“No. I’ve never actually kicked anyone in the balls. But it’s too bad, because it always looks so funny to me.”

Josh was having a tough time reading her expression. Christine was lying on his pillow daydreaming at the ceiling, twirling her straight black hair around her finger a few times.

“I’m glad the male gender could make that sacrifice for your amusement,” Josh muttered in his usual endearingly snarky tone.

“Oh come on, don’t be such a drama queen you dork. I’m sure it doesn’t hurt that bad.”

“Maybe for some of the lesser men among us it hurts a lot, but us tough guys can handle it just fine.” He had a habit of playing up this bravado when trying to flirt. Though it was always obvious to Christine (and any other girl who had his eye that week) that he was just playing up his skinny frame for jokes.

“Well, well, well. How about this then Mr. Tough Guy: why don’t you let me kick you in the nuts. You know, just so I can see what all the fuss is about.”

Josh tried to hide a mild gulp in his throat. He was conflicted: this was what he was looking for all this time, right? But at the same time, he knew that any shot to his delicate balls was going to hurt for a while. He had to play this the right way.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down there. We’re talking about some valuable pieces of equipment. I can’t just sell off my nuts to any bidder just like that. But I can let you kick me – once – for like, two dollars.”

“Two dollars!? Are you kidding me!?” she said, with an indignant look at his face and then his crotch. Josh worried that he might have upset her by set the asking price too high – or the fact that he even put a price on it at all.

“Well, I mean, consider it like some type of insurance. After all, you get to experience the joy of kicking me in the balls and seeing me roll around on the floor. All I get is feeling like I have to puke for the next hour and a half.”

Based on her contemplative expression, he could tell he made at least somewhat of a good point. He always loved that look she gave. In other times that year, it was usually the look that led to some memorable hijinks, though this time it was looking like the memory would be at his (and his balls’) expense.

“Okay fine, I see your point. But I don’t want to pay anything. I mean we’re friends, right? That feels too transactional, like we’re some kind of strangers.”

“Yeah I can see that, but what alternative are you suggesting?”

She twirled her hair again, this time looking straight at his eyes as she stood up from the bed. “Your choice, it’s your balls after all. What alternative would you want?”

Josh’s head (and his other head) started racing. His mind was spinning like he hit the jackpot on a slot machine. This was his chance.

“Welllllllllll,” he said, drawing out his breath for effect, “that area is going to be pretty sore after, so you might need to make it better down there. How about a blowjob?”

By this point in their friendship, the two were used to this jokey back-and-forth. But today things seemed a bit different, from the second she walked into his dorm room earlier in the afternoon.

Christine took a big sigh. “That’s all you guys really do think about, huh?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“Well alright. But I have some conditions.”

Josh felt an electric shiver down his spine. He was only half-joking, he never thought she would accept his offer (though he had definitely imagined the scenario more than a few times when he was by himself).

“Okay your majesty. What are the conditions?”

“You only get your prize if you manage to stay standing after the kick. And – if – you get what you’re after, no telling anybody. I don’t want you bragging to Tom or anyone like that.”

“Fine, that sounds fair,” Josh was running the mental math in his head, trying to make sure he wasn’t missing anything. “Oh wait, but I don’t want you kicking me super, super hard. I still want kids you know. After all, these beautiful genes have to get passed down.”

“You are really too much sometimes,” Christine rolled her eyes with a slight giggle.

“How about a practice kick first? Just so I have an idea of how hard you’re going to hit me so I can prepare for it,” he proposed, knowing full well that he wouldn’t really be able to prepare for it.

“A practice kick? Like to your nuts?”

“No, dummy. That defeats the purpose. I’ll just lie flat on the ground and bend my knees. Just kick the gap that my leg will make. It’s like a smooth crotch without any balls, just like what you have.” Josh got down on the floor and got in the sit-up like position he described. “See, just like that”.

“Wow, what a solid grasp of the female anatomy you have there Einstein."

But despite the banter, Christine understood what he meant and readied her kick. She quickly thrusted her leg into the knee-crotch.

It wasn’t too bad, but Josh wasn’t going to let her know that. After all, he did still want his balls intact like he said. He still wasn’t completely sure he wanted his nuts kicked by his crush, but he was absolutely sure he wanted that blowjob.

Josh got up from the floor. “Wow that’s a pretty strong kick. Could you maybe do it with a bit less force when you actually kick me?”

“Really?” Christine said quizzically. She hadn’t really kicked him that hard. “I never thought your balls would be that sensitive.”

“Wow, color me surprised at the words ‘I never thought’ coming out of your mouth?”

“You really do talk a lot of shit for a guy who’s about to be kicked in the nuts, doncha think?”

“This is like one of those last meal situations that prisoners get, right? Cut me some slack.”

He was really enjoying the elevated level of banter they were having today. And even though he usually wasn’t great at reading her signs, he could tell that she was enjoying it as well. “Such a drama queen.”

“So why did you want to kick me? I mean, you had a few guys you could choose from,” Josh asked.

“Welllllll,” her voice trailed, as though she was caught off guard by the question. “I mean, how could I resist. It’s a chance to see Mr. Deadpan delivery finally blurt out what he thinks, instead of playing everything off as a joke. If it’s anything like the nut shots I’ve seen on TV, this will be hi-larious. If only I had an audience to join me for this moment”

Josh felt his face blush as he glanced at her smirking at him. Was his deadpan flirty style really that obvious? Anyway, he couldn’t complain, since it got him into the situation he was craving for. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Where’d all that confidence go, Mr. Tough Guy?” Christine didn’t want to tease him too hard. She was going to kick him in the balls after all, but she did want to get one last verbal dig in beforeheand.

“Just don’t kick me too hard.”

“Yeah, yeah. Spread ‘em.”

The two of them stood near the foot of his bed. Josh spread his legs and placed his hands behind his back. He could feel his heart pumping a lot more than usual as he closed his eyes.

“What a great view,” Christine giggled. She walked back a few paces, marking her steps as though she was a competitive long jumper. Walking forward again, she lightly moved her foot towards Josh’s crotch.

“I just want to do a quick check to make sure I’m aiming right, is that okay?”

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Haha no. Well I mean kind of, but I actually do want to check before I do it. After all, measure twice and strike once, right?”

“I think it’s cut once, not strike.”

“Same thing.”

She tried feeling his balls with her foot. Josh was wearing slightly baggy jeans, so she wasn’t sure she was getting them. But he and his balls could definitely feel Christine’s toes wiggling as they softly explored his crotch.

“Hmm… I don’t think I can feel them. And I know your balls can’t be that tiny, or at least I hope not. It must be because your pants are too baggy.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Welllllll,” Christine spoke with that newly devilish tone of hers. “If you’re so confident that you’re going to get a blowjob from me, that means I’ll see your dick anyway, right? So why not just strip now and save us the extra step. It’ll help me aim better.”

“Are you kidding me!?!” Josh gasped. “Do you know how hard it’ll hurt if you kick my bare balls with no clothes to protect me?”

“I can imagine,” she winked. “No, but seriously. And I’ll kick even lighter than I promised I would, honest.”

Josh let out a sigh. He was already semi-hard from all the banter, so at least he would impress her if she thought that was him soft, right?

“Fine”, he said. In this predicament he didn’t have a choice: if he said no, she would probably kick him twice as hard as a punishment, and he didn’t want to experience that.

With one swoop he dropped his baggy jeans and his plaid blue boxer briefs down to the ground, exposing a neatly trimmed set of pubes along with his loosely hanging balls.

“Nice to see you’ve groomed for the occasion,” she said with a laugh.

Josh was trying to process the situation, but, it was a lot to take in at the moment.

“Whenever you’re ready,” Josh grimaced, closing his eyes and getting back in position.

“Okay. On three. One, two –,”

Instantly Josh felt a sharp pain as Christine’s foot entered the orbit of his balls before finishing the count. She had managed to strike his nuts dead-on, though with a bit less force than he was anticipating.

“Three.”

Josh instinctively let out a deep breath from the force of her kick as he opened his eyes and saw her smile, as her eyes remained laser-focused on his bare balls.

Of course she didn’t wait until three, he thought.

“Ooof,” Josh muttered. He was surprised, it didn’t hurt as bad as he was expecting. Christine held true to her word and didn’t kick as hard as she did in the practice round.

“Are you okay?” Christine asked with genuine concern and a quizzical look.

“Yeah, yeah. I think I can manage,” Josh responded. He realized that he was moments away from an amazing blowjob, but he wanted to make sure to sell it a bit, just to make sure he could get some extra sympathy points from Christine.

Josh walked around the room a bit, oohing and ahhing while clutching his nuts in his hands. He pretended to stumble a bit to make it all seem extra authentic.

Finally, after a bit of walking around, he leaned his arms and his head on the side of his bed, spreading his legs out a bit. It hadn’t hurt too bad, but a kick in the balls is still a kick in the balls, no matter how hard, and his nuts did genuinely need a few moments to recover.

“Well,” Christine proclaimed, “looks like you’re going to get that blowjob after all.”

“Mmmhmm,” Josh replied, his voice muffled by the fact that his head was buried in his arms. He was excited, but he still had to act like the ball-ache was a bit worse than it was.

“I’ll give you some credit, you really are a Mr. Tough guy.”

Josh turned his head slightly from his arms on his bed, trying to look around for where Christine’s voice was coming from. He couldn’t see her from his-upside down viewpoint between his legs.

Then, like a blur, he saw her stealthily walk up behind him. Before he could re-arrange his extremely exposed position, it was too late.

With a picture-perfect aim, Christine’s foot connected with his sore, dangling balls. Unlike last time when his eyes were closed, Josh had an unfortunate upside-down viewpoint where he could see everything happen in what seemed like slow motion.

Christine’s petite foot arched upwards and slammed into his balls with a force unlike anything Josh had felt before. In the instant before impact, he realized that no chance of a blowjob was worth the pain that was about to hit him.

The smacking sound of Christine’s foot connecting with Josh’s exposed balls was so loud that he was sure people could hear it from outside the dorm room.

“OHHHH FUCK, MY BALLS” Josh wailed. He immediately crumpled to the floor. “FUCK, my nuts, why did you kick me again!?!” Josh yelped, in a noticeably higher-pitched voice.

“Awww sorry, but I had to. And this is what I wanted to see,” Christine laughed, barely able to contain herself at this point. “Mr. Deadpan delivery is no more. It’s so nice to hear you blurt out like that finally.”

She was clutched over laughing. Josh realized the cruel joke of the situation, the two friends crouched side by side in pain – one from being kicked in the nuts, and the other one from laughing at kicking someone in the nuts.

“Ughhhhh,” Josh groaned into his arm, with some tears to go with it. “Whyyyyy.” The pain was unbearable as the aches continued to radiate from his tender nuts.

“I guess now I know that nut shots really do hurt as much as all you guys say it does.” Christine managed to regain her composure and knelt on the floor next to Josh. He was on his back, rocking back and forth and clutching his aching balls.

“My nuts, awwgh,” was all Josh could mutter in response.

“Hey,” Christine said, lightly petting his soft dark hair. She moved her hand from the top of his head down to his chin, guiding his face up. “I had a lot of fun today, thank you for that.”

Josh’s low moaning sounds slowed down as he opened his eyes to meet hers. The two stared at each other for a few seconds. Christine bent down a bit more and the two shared a brief kiss as they each closed their eyes.

After what seemed like forever and no time at all, Christine got back up and began walking to his door, her back towards him. Josh was still on the ground, one hand on his balls, looking sideways at her as she walked away.

“But, but, but what about…” Josh could still barely utter a full sentence, as the pain in his balls overpowered anything else his body wanted to do.

“I have class soon, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow,” Christine said, as she opened the door and headed out.