Ball Boy

Ball Boy [WHOLE STORY]

Synopsis: When Andy gets asked by a familiar neighborhood basketball bro to ‘join in’ he’s ecstatic, that is, until Juan reveals his true intentions. 

Andy was walking by the basketball court for his apartment complex when he heard a vaguely familiar voice yell out in his direction. 

“Hey! Hey man wait up!”

The surprise interaction had Andy walking backward a few strides to meet a shirtless Juan at the fence...

“You talking to me?” Andy asked with a friendly smile.

“You play ball?” Juan asked.

“No, not really.” 

Juan didn’t seem concerned and pointed to the gate.

“Let’s throw the ball around man. You live in my building right?” 

Andy was happy to be talking to the hottest guy in the building but didn’t know the first thing about ball. As he walked to the side the fence containing the gate he wondered why Juan decided to strike up the conversation to begin with.

“Sure man, but I don’t play much sports.” Andy admitted, with some hesitancy.

“Dude, we’re chillin out here, just me and you.” Juan’s americanized Spanish accent came through in a way only Andy seemed to notice now.

Juan’s dark skin tone complimented his dark body hair, which was on display in copious amounts on his chest and armpits, trailing all the way down to his waistline. Andy noted how he’d already worked up a mild sweat. 

Andy didn’t have time stare at the god in front of him because Juan threw the ball right to him. Andy half-assed-dribbled his way to the net but missed by a long shot. Once Juan got a turn he made it look easy. After Andy’s fourth miss Juan laughed then spoke up...

“Just stand over there and get the ball,” Juan pointed, all the while giving himself a deep scratch in the crotch. Andy threw the ball to him and he started making more shots, each time not moving until he got the ball back from Andy on the sidelines. After a few Juan paused...

“Here, watch me...” Juan went to lift his arms but never threw the ball. 

“See my form? Look at my arms.” Juan directed.

Andy tried to focus but found himself drawn to Juan’s hairy armpits on display. As much as he tried to look away he couldn’t. 

“Dude you paying attention?” Juan lowered his arms and scratched his left pit hard. 

“Y-yea!” 

Juan made one last shot, and made it, naturally. 

“Come upstairs for a second, gotta show you something,” he told Andy.

With no excuse out to think of, Andy followed close behind the shirtless Juan up a flight of stairs to his apartment. 

“Make yourself at home dude.” Juan vanished to his bedroom, leaving Andy to look around on his own. 

“This place is a mess!” Andy thought to himself, removing his shoes now. It took him time to find room on the floor to store them. The entirety of Juan’s living room consisted of random socks, sports magazines, leftover food, and general items that really belonged on a shelf or in storage. In addition, the smell of the place reminded Andy of a high school locker room: B.O. and Axe body spray mixed together. 

Andy jumped when he heard Juan start moving pots and pans around in the kitchen. 

“You can clean up those magazines off the couch,” Juan said. 

Andy looked at the massive spread of magazines all over the couch and floor before deciding he’d need to move them in order to sit. He placed them neatly on the coffee table... next to the leftover takeout food.

“What do you want me to do with the food?” Andy asked.

“Clean it up,” Juan said.

Andy felt a bit weird inside Juan’s place, having barely known him before today. When he brought the leftover food to the kitchen he saw Juan freeballing in some gym shorts with the looks of a partial boner to boot. Andy guessed that Juan was still mainly soft, but even now his dick appeared to be quite substantial in size and the bulge was impossible to ignore. Andy swore that Juan caught him copping a glance.

“Where do you want me to throw it away?” Andy asked.

“Here,” Juan pointed to a trash can twelve inches in front where he’d been prepping food. 

“Oh, ok.” Andy walked over and maneuvered into a small space in between Juan and the kitchen counter. As he lifted the trash can lid he felt the heat of Juan’s body on his backside, which ended up serving as a prelude to the rubbing Andy soon felt from Juan’s bulge gliding across his back.

“You like my place?” Juan asked, groin still touching and all. 

Andy wanted to escape the tight spot but found he couldn’t because backing up would further place Juan’s hardening dick on him. 

“I-It’s cool.” 

“Good. You must be hungry. I’m making dinner. Go sit down over there.” Juan stepped backward to allow space. 

Andy did exactly as told and rushed to sit down, eager now for some reason. As he sat quietly in thought Andy began to think the smell wasn’t as horrible as before, and the mess was something typical for a straight guy. 

“I really want to keep helping him clean up,” Andy realized, although he was confused why he felt the urge. 

“Man I feel weird,” Andy thought. 

Finally after some time, Juan brought over two plates. 

“This one is yours,” Juan put the smaller of the two servings in front of Andy.

Chicken over pasta... a simple dish but tasty. Both men inhaled the food, although Juan spilled some of the noodles on the floor in the process. Andy was neat but his food, he swore, tasted like chalk or something.

At the conclusion of the meal, Juan manspread his legs and threw his arms up on the couch, with his right armpit now near Andy’s head. Almost without control, Andy found himself leaning back on the couch also, and sinking further to the left closer to Juan. 

Juan lifted his right hand and began rubbing Andy’s head, similar to the petting of an animal.

“You like that dinner lil’ guy?” 

Andy was having trouble thinking. 

“Y-Yea it was---”

Juan spoke up--

“Special recipe I cooked up for ya...”

“Huhh?” Andy muttered.

...

After what felt like an awkward silence to Andy, Juan began to push Andy’s head lower toward his tenting boner. 

“Smell it dude,” Juan chuckled, although he felt some resistance coming from Andy.

“It’s ok dude, real quick just sniff it,” Juan said again, feeling less of a fight now. Juan pushed Andy’s face hard into his crotch and moved it around a bit.

“Yea, you’re my lil’ ball boy.”

“Mmm,” the only noise from Andy now.

“After I nut down your throat you can finish cleaning up, then I’ve got some buddies coming over who want to meet ya.” 

Andy shut his eyes and focused on the cock growing in his mouth, not sure why his body was getting turned on... he felt his cock harden to its full 6-inches. 

As Andy sucked on Juan’s brown Spanish cock, he has his pants removed by a grunting Juan. Juan began to finger Andy’s asshole which caused moans to escape his mouth. 

“You gunna be my lil’ ball boy bitch?” Juan asked, cocky already.

“Mhmm,” Andy moaned. 

A spurt of cum flew out of Juan’s leaky dick and down Andy’s throat. Juan lifted Andy off of his still very-hard dick.

“We’re just getting started.” 

“Let me see that dick of yours,” Juan added.

Within seconds the much smaller Andy was sitting atop Juan’s lap on the couch. Juan began to slowly jerk Andy’s average dick.

“You’re much smaller than I imagined boy.” 

As he said it, Andy looked down at his cock being jerked off -- but it was shrinking. 

“I--- I’m not---” The last bit of Andy fought on. 

“You’re a tiny dick ball boy bitch!” 

“Tiny dick ball boy,” he repeated.

“Cum now and you can be my lil’ ball boy.” 

Andy starred at the hairy pits and the hung dick before him and felt a loss of control coming from his balls...

“Show me you cum for alpha men.” 

“You cum so fast for alpha men.” 

Instantly three small shots of cum shot out of Andy’s dick and landed on Juan’s chest. 

“Fuck boy, clean it up!”