Jason's stories

Hey guys, sorry I haven't been updating this as much as I'd like to, and plan to. I've been talking to some people in the ballbusting community (lol), and i was talking to this guy that likes to write fiction BB stories, and he said he'd like to post them on here. His name is Jason... in the futre i'll add him so that he can edit the blog on his own, and down bottom it will say that he posted, but he doesn't have a blogger account yet.

Basically he says he's interested in working with me on this site, since i've been busted a lot and can tell my true stories, and he is a good writer who can tell his fiction stories.

Most of Jason's stories are fiction, and this one basically is too. But Jason says it's based on a story that really happened to him when he was younger, but exaggerated.

This is PART I of Tammy, written by Jason:


Tammy is a hot 17 year old cheerleader who has a reputation around school for being a bit permiscuous, which you'd expect of an attractive teenager like her. She has blondish, short curly hair, and a face to die for. All the guys at school want her. She also has a reputation for being a little rough in bed. What exactly that meant was never clear to me.

But when she started acting flirtatious around me, I was surprised and eventually intrigued. It's a girl like her that makes you damn sure you're heterosexual. I was 16 at the time, a sophomore in high school (a year behind Tammy, who was a junior). I was by no means one of the "popular" kids in school, but I had my share of friends and enough girls seemed to think I was cute or express interest in me. But still, she was way out of my league. After all, I was sort of shy and on the skinny side. I was a tennis player for the school, so I was relatively fit, but not the football or basketball type jock that Tammy usually had her hands on. So in other words, I didn't think I had a shot.

She was in my English class, and apparently not very good at grammar. I was a year ahead, getting AP credit for testing out of sophomore English. She sat next to me, in the back of the room, and would occasionally ask me for help when we were doing exercises. A couple times I even saw her peaking at my answers during quizzes, but I didn't say anything.

I always enjoyed making small talk with her, but I was always afraid too. I didn't talk to many girls in general, certainly not ones like her, and I was always afraid I'd say something dumb. As the year went on though, I began to feel more comfortable chatting with her occasionally. Her sexual reputation always intrigued me, and I wondered how I might be able to slip it into the conversation and see if I can get her to talk about it.

The truth is I probably shouldn't have considered making such a bold move. After all, there might be a small chance I could get her to hangout with me sometime if I kept her interest. I could even use the old trick and just invite her over to do homework together. So it shouldn't have made much sense that I say something that could potentially really bother her. I still didn't really suspect there was any way she was into me, but as the days went by and she continued to be more and more flirty with me, I started to think there might be a reasonable chance.

Eventually when she started talking to me about her ex, and getting somewhat personal about some details, I worked up the nerve to ask her about my curiosities.

"So... sorry if it's a touchy subject," I said with my eyes staying as far from hers as possible. "But do you mind that people spread rumors about you sometimes?"

"Oh who gives a fuck," she said and laughed.

"Haha ya," I replied.

"They're probably mostly true anyways," she said while giving me a shy and evil grin.

"Haha really?" I asked. "You mean about being rough with guys and stuff?"

"Ya, basically," she replied.

"Like, what exactly do you do?" I asked with obvious curiosity.

And then I'll never forget the shocking sensation of pain rushing to my midsection that I felt when she reached over and quickly grabbed on to my balls with what seemed like every ounce of might she had, clenched a stern fist and squeezed for about 3-4 of the longest seconds of my life, and then finally let go.

My mouth dropped and I made a faint grunt, although being in class I knew I had to do my best to be quiet. I leaned forward and squirmed slightly, but again did the best I could not to make an obvious scene. I wasn't the one causing trouble, as far as I'm concerned, but I figured it would seem un-cool to her if I couldn't keep my mouth shut and got her in trouble. Plus, I was just plain shocked more than anything and didn't want to scream with class going on.

She let go when the teacher turned around and was facing us again. I slouched in my chair, trying my best to hide what was probably fairly obvious pain. The girl in front of Tammy sort of turned around and may have seen something out of the corner of her eye. She asked me if I was OK, not sure why exactly I was in pain right in the middle of English class, and I nodded that I was.

Tammy leaned over and whispered to me "You want details, fine, I'll give you details. But the rule is, you say a word of it to anyone, and I put you in a grip even worse than what you just felt."

I was half petrified of what I'd gotten into, and half thrilled that one of the hottest girls in school just grabbed my nuts and promised to tell me stories about her sexual experiences.

"OK.. sure.. deal," I promised, and smiled slightly.

Mr. Ramirez finally had enough of our chit chat, and told us to quiet down. Tammy looked over to me, put her finger on her mouth for the "shhh" sign, and gave me a mischievous smile.

The period was almost over, and I was sort of stunned what to say next anyways, so it was just as well that Mr. Ramirez cut us off. Although as a result, I went home with a ton of unanswered questions to go with my aching sack. You naturally learn that your nuts are your weak spot growing up, but the first time you're sent home in agony from the hand or foot of a horny girl will always stick with you.

After that I was a little afraid to engage in much chit chat with her, because I didn't want to get in trouble myself in the first place, and I certainly didn't want to get Tammy in trouble and piss her off. But after a few days I worked up the nerve to talk to her after class.

"So remember that stuff you said you might wanna talk about sometime?" I asked.

"Ya, of course," she said without much expression in any direction, presumably waiting for me to go further.

"Well, if you want, you can come over to my house sometime and we can talk and do our English work," I suggested.

"Hmm," she thought, in an optimistic tone.

"I mean, my parents don't get home until like 6:30 anyways," I told her, and immediately worried that I made it way too obvious that I was hoping for more than just doing homework. But hey, I hadn't had much play at this point in my life, and it's hard not to make it obvious.

She didn't seem to care though. "Oh, cool. Ya let's do that sometime soon before our practices start," she said.

My body was rushing. It seemed entirely clear that she was interested, and she didn't even seem to be hiding it. It was a good point that we should get together soon. In a few days my tennis practices, and her softball practices would start. Tammy is a cheerleader in the fall, and plays softball in the spring. People think of her as a cheerleader first though, for obvious reasons, as well as the fact that she is a very talented cheerleader, and even as a junior was already getting attention from college programs.

"Ya, good point," I said. Too timid to offer an actual date.

"Today work?" she asked.

Wow. She wants to hangout today. My emotions were not ready for this. "Sure."

So that was that. I had one more period of school (Algebra!) before what promised to be maybe the most exciting afternoon of my young life. The minutes ticked by horribly slowly. I don't know if we were taught anything important that day, but whatever it was, I didn't learn it. My mind was on one thing and one thing only. I remember being both extremely excited and extremely nervous. After all, I don't have much experience with girls, and if Tammy did make a move I had to do my best not to screw it up.

Tammy drove us both to my house. I usually take the bus, but she drives, so I got a lift with her. I met her at her locker, and then we left school pretty abruptly. I guess she didn't want a lot of people to see her hanging out with me, since she usually just sticks with the jock crowd. When we got to my house, she left her schoolbag in the car, convincing me that I might get some play from her.

We went inside, and I got us some iced tea from the fridge, then joined her on the couch.

"So," she said, "I guess I promised you I'd tell you some stuff."

"Haha ya, if you still want to. If not we can just talk," I assured her.

"Haha no, it's OK. I like telling innocent boys about this stuff. Makes me happy," she said with her signature grin.

"Oh.. OK," I said, intrigued and a bit confused.

"Well, when I was 14 I was raped. I had sex with this older guy, he was 17 at the time, almost 18. He took my virginity and basically used me for sex. It wasn't forced rape, but still. I tried to press charges, but since he was 17 at the time, nothing was illegal," she explained.

"Oh...," I said. "I'm really sorry," confused as to what the big deal is about a 14-year-old having voluntary sex with another minor. But she had a pretty serious tone, and it didn't seem like something I should take lightly.

"Don't be sorry. But ever since then, well, I've been pretty determined not to let any male get the better of me," she explained.

"Oh OK.. hmm," I thought out loud. "What exactly do you mean?"

"Well, one day I was walking down the hall, and I saw this guy who reminded me so much of Paul," she continued.

"Paul's the guy you had sex with?" I asked.

"Ya," she said. "So I walked by him while he was at his locker, didn't say a word, and just landed a hard first to his junk, and then continued walking."

"Wow, what'd he do?" I asked.

"Grunted, put his hands on his groin, and fell to his knees," she said with a hint of pride. "I'll always vividly remember the first boy I ever saw in sheer pain."

"You never saw a boy in pain before that?" I asked, confused what else to say.

"Well, not pain that I caused. The poor kid, just standing there minding his own business one minute, then on the floor holding his aching boy parts the next. I almost felt bad for him. Haha."

"Well what'd he do... like did he come after you, or did other people see... what happened??" I asked, amazed by what she was telling me.

"I made sure no one else was in the hallway before I decided to do it, so that wasn't a problem," she explained. "But he did look at me afterwards and say 'What the fuck? Why the hell did you do that?' and he began to get up. I told him I was sorry and that I thought he was someone else. I've never lied well though and didn't try particularly hard to then. I think I probably even had a hint of a smile, so I'm not sure if he believed me. He just put his head against the lockers, standing now, and continued to hold his sack with an agonized, defeated look on his face and a grunt here or there."

"Wow," I replied.

"Ya, it was pretty intense. He didn't say anything else, so I walked away after that. I think I even said bye to him," she continued, laughing a little now. "Even now I still see him every once in a while around school. He's a senior now."

"Oh wow, that must be weird," I said.

"Eh, not really," Tammy told me. "Weird for him maybe but not for me."

We both laughed.

"He just tries to ignore me," she went on. "But every once in a while we make awkward eye contact. And he always looks so embarrassed. I decided I'd love to bust him once more before he graduates. If I ever catch him alone again, I plan to do it for old time's sake. Then maybe I'll makeout with him after... he's pretty cute."

"Hahaha that's so cruel," I said, but with a smile to re-assure her.

"Ya, I thought you'd think it was cool. That's why I felt comfortable telling you about this stuff."

My dick was throbbing. Here she is, Tammy, this amazing girl, a year older than me, hotter than hot, sitting in my living room, about 3 or 4 inches away from me on the couch, telling me about sexual experiences. And not just any experiences. Ridiculously, sensationally hot experiences.

"Ya, I mean, I'm pretty comfortable with whatever," I choked out, trying to think of a polite way to tell her that I'm extremely horny and would love a little contact. I'd prefer not to get my nuts smashed again, so hopefully that's not what she had in mind today. But either way, I was desperate, and would happily take a pounding if it maybe led "elsewhere." It was starting to dawn on me that she probably saw me as someone she could have her way with, but was still attracted to. I was perfectly OK with that role. Because hey, no amount of pain is too great when Tammy is the reward.

The conversation eventually shifted to more usual topics, while we flipped threw the channels looking for something to watch. I told her I was uncomfortable and needed to change clothes. "You can find something on TV, I'll be right back."

I changed into blue athletic shorts and a white undershirt, to try to send her the message that maybe I was up for a little something, which I guess with Tammy could mean anything from cuddling to a vicious slap in the nuts. Whatever she had in mind, or whatever her motivation for coming over here, I was ready, and I wanted her to know that.

Oddly enough, she didn't make her move. I sat there anxiously for 20 minutes while she talked to me about sports and some mostly non-sexual stories about her past relationships. My dick was up and down the whole time, rushing with excitement whenever she mentioned something something quasi sexual, or whenever I let my mind wander and think about her touching me.

I'm pretty sure she noticed a boner too. It would have been hard not to, and plus, I caught her starring in that direction for a couple seconds when I had it. She smiled a little and shook her head in disgust at me.

"What's wrong?" I asked, extremely embarrassed, and hoping she would tell me that she was referring to something else, while I tried to cover it up.

"Ha... nevermind," she said. My boner quickly faded thanks to the embarrassment. "I think I have to get going anyways."

Ugh, I thought to myself. Blue balled could only begin to describe it. But it was still fun to hang out with her for an hour or so. I got up to let her out, entirely let down that nothing happened, but anxious for her to leave so I could jerk off, thinking about her and what she told me.

"That's pretty trusting of you anyways," she said as I opened the door for her.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Wearing those shorts," she answered. "Just a thin layer of fabric protecting you from my grip."

I gave her a nervous smile, and she put her left arm around me to draw me closer towards her, and sent her open right fist rushing towards my exposed package. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, and I braced myself for the hit.

"Just kidding. See you tomorrow, buddy."

I let out a gasp of relief and then said goodbye. I'm not sure if I wanted her to rack me or not. On one hand, it probably would have floored me and left me in pain for the rest of the day. On the other hand, I was really turned on, and wanted some sort of play. I was optimistic that it still might be bound to happen, but this apparently was not the day.

I jerked off three times that night though. Twice right in a row about 20 minutes after she left, and then a 3rd time about a half hour later. Needless to say, I was turned on.

(To be continued...)