Gym Accident Part 2 - First Date

Author’s note: people seemed to like [the last chapter](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1qdnefa/gym_accident/) a lot, so I decided to write another. Sorry for the delay. Thanks to u/CrashCulture for a bit of inspiration, though I didn’t go exactly with their idea. Please let me know if there’s anything you’d like to see! 

The harsh electric ringing of his phone’s alarm woke George up from a very uncomfortable night’s sleep. He blearily rolled over to turn it off, and then grunted in pain as his still-sore balls were lightly compressed between his legs. While normally this wouldn’t be a problem, he had received an accidental - but devastating - backwards kick in the crotch the previous night from his gym crush. His face burned bright red as he recalled the scene, and what had happened after the incredibly gorgeous Chelsea had helped him to his apartment. George couldn’t believe that she had been okay with him staring down her sports bra, and his cock, already hard from morning wood and a night unable to jerk off due to his balls hurting, twitched at the memory of her flashing him at the end of the night. 

The sight of those two large, perfect tits dropping from her bra, her sexy, smug smile that showed she knew exactly what kind of effect she had on him, and her ass in her tight shorts as she walked away would forever be burned into his memory. Maybe getting that kick in the balls was the price he had to pay to be able to go on a date with her. He would happily take another if he got to touch her next time. More than just her beauty, he liked talking to her; their conversations were pretty light, but she was kind and funny. 

He took another look at the time and decided he would be fine. George worked from home anyway, and he knew he’d be distracted and even more uncomfortable all day if he didn’t take care of the issue now. He pulled down his underwear and grabbed a couple tissues and lotion from his bedside table. George normally liked to take it a bit slow, maybe edge himself a couple times, but today he couldn’t. He didn’t need porn, or even Chelsea’s instagram (he had looked at it a few times before, but had felt too uncomfortable to jerk off to someone he knew in real life). Just the memory of her tits last night, the dozen times he had stared at her ass in the gym, the way she had giggled at him dropping the ice on his balls after being caught peeking down her bra, was enough to have his hand rapidly stroking up and down his cock, making sure not to jostle the boys too much. 

Just before he came, barely a couple minutes after he started, he remembered the kick and its aftermath. The way he had gone from the pleasant butterflies in his stomach from talking to his crush, casually checking her out from behind, to the unbearable pain of her foot driving into his groin had him tense up. Remembering her rubbing his back, clearly worried but also a little amused, brought him right to the edge. And recalling the sensation of Chelsea’s hand wrapped around his balls, making sure they were still intact, caused the dam to burst. His orgasm was explosive, leaving him panting for breath afterwards. “Holy shit,” he said to himself. That had been one of the best orgasms of his life, even though he was a little confused about his thoughts as he came. Why was thinking about her hitting him in the balls making him feel like that? 

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Chelsea’s clit ached as she came for the fifth or sixth time, forcing her to pull her vibrator away. The beautiful dark haired woman panted, laying exhausted on her bed. Her large tits jiggled almost uncomfortably as her chest heaved, her impressive muscles shaking from the aftermath of the orgasm. She thanked her past self for putting down a towel before she started masturbating, as it was soaked with her fluids. Chelsea herself was glistening. Her caramel skin shone with sweat from her long session of playing with herself. She didn’t know what had come over her. Chelsea was used to having a high libido, but this was beyond anything she had ever felt. She hadn’t even made it through the rest of her workout last night before running back to her apartment to touch herself. She had been wet, her fingers quickly rubbing her clit to an incredible orgasm. It had been a struggle to go to sleep, and she woke from indistinctly remembered dreams that had turned her on so much she was going to be late to work. 

She kept replaying certain scenes in her mind which forced her hand back between her legs. Even forgoing the vibrator to give her poor clit a break, her fingers rapidly brought her to another orgasm as she recalled George laying on the floor, curled up. The actual kick was kind of a blur. She could barely remember the feeling of her foot smashing into something soft. However, she got a strange sensation in her stomach when she thought of his uniquely male agony, and the feeling of his balls in her hands. Even just grabbing them in what she had thought was a gentle manner had drawn out a moan of pain. And then his wince as he dropped the ice on his crotch afterwards - she came again, biting her full bottom lip to muffle the sounds of pleasure. She checked the time and cursed, quickly rushing into the bathroom for a shower before heading to work. 

Chelsea was distracted all day. By the afternoon, she congratulated herself on her self control for not masturbating in the bathroom. They had been texting to decide the details of the date, and every message had brought her thoughts back to how he was doing. The way he had stared at her tits was nothing new - she knew the effect she had on men - but it was different coming from him. Then she thought of him carefully stroking his cock to his memory of her flashing him, delicately avoiding his sore balls on the downward stroke, and she had to go home early.  

It took a while for her to get it out of her system, but by the time their agreed upon time came about, she was mostly back to normal. George knocked on her door at 7 sharp and Chelsea opened it with a smile. She was stunning, wearing a blue dress that tightly hugged her curves while exposing a healthy amount of cleavage. It went down to her mid thighs. Her black hair was down, spilling over her shoulders. She wore black heels that made her about an inch taller than him. “You look… amazing,” George said, needing a second to get his thoughts together. 

“You too,” she said, making a show of looking him up and down. He was wearing a polo and jeans, not dressed up quite as nicely as her, but still looking good in her eyes. She tried to make sure her gaze didn’t linger on his groin, but he was too distracted taking her in to notice. Chelsea slid her arm into his and he inhaled sharply at feeling her breast against him. They walked to a nearby restaurant that they had decided on earlier that day. The dinner went well: the food was good and conversation flowed smoothly. They had been gym buddies for a few weeks, but that didn’t really lend itself to a deep connection, and they enjoyed learning about each other. They debated going to a bar but didn’t. They both had work the next day; such were the struggles of adult life. 

George walked Chelsea back to her apartment, but they lingered at her door, unwilling to let the night end. He screwed up his courage and said, “Can I come in? You got to see my place yesterday, it’s only fair.” 

Chelsea giggled at the callback to his comment from the previous night and ushered him in. They left their shoes at the door and Chelsea was happy to free her feet from the heels she had worn all night. She showed him around her apartment; they both had the same layout, but hers was more nicely decorated than his. Grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses, she led him to the couch. They cuddled up together, watching a fun, dumb action flick while drinking their wine. All was well until, on screen, some poor goon got his balls pulverized by the sexy female lead’s foot. George, about to take a sip, jumped a little and spilled it all over himself. 

Chelsea laughed and paused the movie. His right arm was around her, her head on his shoulder, and she looked up at him and asked, “Did that hit a little too close to home?” 

George looked down into her beautiful brown eyes and whispered, embarrassed, “Yeah.”

“Aww, poor guy,” she cooed, sympathetic but almost condescendingly so. “Why don’t you take off your wet clothes, while I get you a tide pen? I might as well go get more comfortable too.” 

“I live a couple floors up, I can just go change really quick, no need to –” George said.

Chelsea stopped with him with a finger to his lips. “Why don’t you *take off your clothes* while I go get more comfortable?” She repeated. 

He swallowed nervously, realizing what she was implying. “Yeah, yeah I’ll do that,” he agreed, smiling. Chelsea got up and went to her closet, getting a towel for him to sit on and the aforementioned stain remover. Then she went into her room to change. George took off his shirt and pants and used the pen, but was unsure if he should remove his underwear too. It was wet, but it felt a little too forward for a first date. He lay the towel down on the couch and sat. 

Soon enough, Chelsea appeared, jaw droppingly sexy in a black lingerie set. It was sheer and lacy, the bra barely covering her large breasts and the panties accentuating her thick thighs and curvaceous hips. She looked over at George, who was staring at her body, eyes roaming all over like he couldn’t decide what he wanted to look at first. She giggled as she noticed the tent in his underwear. “Looks like you’re happy to see me,” she said as she came over to him. 

“I - you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” George said, earnestly enough that her smile widened. He was blushing bright red. 

She reached down to touch his erection and said, “This is wet, too. Take it off.” He scrambled to do as she commanded, his hard cock popping out. He gasped as she firmly grabbed it, her soft fingers caressing his length. Chelsea was bending over him as he sat on the couch and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the cleavage she exposed. She knelt between his legs and stroked up and down with one hand. She rested his balls on her other hand and giggled again as she felt him tense up. Gently, she closed her hand around his scrotum, squeezing very lightly. 

“You know, I’ve never really paid attention to these little guys before,” she commented absentmindedly, leaning in to look closely. Leaving his cock to twitch in the air, she poked at his left testicle. George let out a sharp breath as she did so. It didn’t hurt, exactly, but the threat of pain existed. She looked up at him questioningly when she heard the exhalation, but not seeing any sign of wanting her to stop, she kept playing with her new toys. “Are they normally this size?” 

“They’re, uh, a little swollen,” he replied. His heart was racing. “So they’re usually a little smaller.” They weren’t huge - his cock was about average, his balls maybe a little above. He could barely handle seeing Chelsea’s captivating face so close to his cock. When she spoke, he could feel her breath on his genitals. 

Chelsea didn’t respond. She was too busy with his balls. She rolled them around in her palm, which was mildly uncomfortable but also quite pleasant. Then, she took two fingers and lightly pinched his left testicle. At first, he didn’t feel much, but soon enough - surprisingly soon, in Chelsea’s opinion - he squeaked in pain. “They’re not spheres,” she reported in surprise. “More like ovals.” 

“Yup,” he said in a slightly higher pitched voice. 

Chelsea looked up and realized what she had been doing. She let go and backed off, embarrassed. “Oh my god, George, I’m so sorry! I hope I didn’t hurt them!” 

He leaned forward and said a little shyly, “I don’t mind.” 

Indeed, his cock was still at full mast. Chelsea smiled widely and came back. “I was hoping you’d say that.” Her hands returned to their targets. She spent another couple minutes playing around with them, squeezing and kneading. Once, she grabbed the spermatic chords leading up from his balls to his body and let go in surprise when he jerked in sudden agony. Other than that, even with the pain, George enjoyed the experience far more than he thought he would. Eventually, she gave each ball a tender kiss, had him lay down so his head was on the armrest, and then climbed on top to straddle him. 

He sat up and kissed her fiercely and she moaned. His cock was trapped between their bodies, the sensitive bottom pleasurably rubbing against her stomach. “Take off my bra,” she whispered into his lips, and he immediately did so, fumbling with the straps for a moment before finally removing them. She pushed him down, grinding into his lap as her hard nipples rubbed against his chest and their tongues wrestled. He squirmed at the pressure on his balls. 

Soon enough, Chelsea couldn’t take it anymore. “Head on the couch,” she demanded, swinging off of him to remove her panties. He did as she said, staring at her beautiful legs and the way her tits jiggled as she bent over. She climbed onto his face and he eagerly licked away at her pussy. Leaning back she supported herself with one hand while the other grabbed his cock. She shifted so he had easier access to her hard clit and he sped up his tongue’s strokes as she squeezed his cock. His hands came up and kneaded her big soft breasts, pinching her nipples. Then, she moved her hand to his balls, and they both felt a burst of pleasure. It didn’t take long for her to cum and she screamed. Her thighs tightened around his head and her grip tightened on his balls, and he bucked his hips to try to dislodge her, but she was too caught up in the throes of pleasure to realize for several long seconds. When she did, she let go and as soon as she began to come down from her peak, she moved down, letting his moans - of pain, not pleasure - be heard. 

“Fuck! I keep hurting them, George, I’m so sorry!” She cried out, her post orgasm bliss being washed away by shame. 

His eyes had been screwed tight with pain, but he opened them and smiled at her weakly. “Like I said, I don’t mind.” He winced and then added. “But maybe not when you lose control, like that. It was scary.” 

“Oh, baby, let me make it up to you,” she said, somewhat relieved. Chelsea kissed him again, tasting herself on his face, then began to kiss her way down his body, spending time sucking on his neck and nipples. When she got to his waist, she kissed the head of his cock, tasting the slightly salty precum that was streaming out. Her soft hand began to stroke him quickly, while she gently kissed his balls too. George exhaled again in relief as she sucked his balls into her mouth. The suction felt good, again on the border of pain, which they were both quickly realizing he liked. 

All this teasing had taken its toll on his stamina, and only a minute later, George warned, “Chelsea, I’m getting close!” She reacted immediately, placing his cock into her warm, wet mouth. Each hand grabbed a testicle, squeezing as delicately as she could, as she bobbed her head up and down his cock. The dam burst, the strongest orgasm George had ever experienced hitting him in waves of pleasure as he filled her throat with cum. She swallowed it down and when he was finished, swirled her tongue around his cock to clean it off. She lay on his stomach, both breathing heavily. 

A couple minutes of overwhelmed silence went by until George said, “Fuck, Chelsea, that was incredible!” 

She nodded tiredly and her hair tickled him a little. “It was,” she agreed. Finally finding the willpower, she pushed herself upright and looked at him. Despite having just cum, he was still staring at her lustfully, and she felt no shame about doing the same back to him. “I’m sorry to say that it’s time for me to take a shower and then go to bed,” she told him, awkward but sincere regret in her voice. 

“Yeah, me too,” he sighed. He leaned forward and kissed her. “Is it too much to say I want to see you tomorrow?” 

“Are you kidding?” Chelsea laughed. “You *better* see me tomorrow. We’re going to work out and then we’re coming right back here for some more cardio.”