Water Polo Balls, Part 1a

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Swimmboy,

Great start, I love a story that dives right in.

You did a great job of developing the characters, explaining the setting and adding a nice spice of conflict. I am cursious to see how the first part and the second part come together and where the romance begins. Is it between the younger and older polo players or could it be the hot diver who cameos in the final lines of part 1?

STS

[Dooley67]

Swimmboy,

You really captured the forgiving nature of Derek and the sincerity and naïveté of Kirk in the first installment of the story. I like the way Derek's raw need for revenge is portrayed and his subsequent initial disbelief when Kirk says he is truly sorry. I also thought you did a good job of showing Derek's influence with Jake who he convinces of the truth to what Kirk has said. Looking forward to the next installment.

D67

[shaulis]

Swimmboy,

I like your story so far. You have good characters in your story I already like Derek. He could have lashed out at the other player but listened to him and accepted his apology. I think I will like story. Please keep writing.

[Swimmboy]

Derek stared at the elderly gentleman, not sure he had understood the previous statement. “I…um…excuse me, but…um…what did you say, Dr. Witherspoon?”

“Well,” responded the older man, “I was at your match late this afternoon, and observed what seemed to me to be some rough contact. As I was leaving the natatorium, I overheard a couple of your teammates commenting on some apparently nasty blows your opponents aimed at your genital area – some blows that apparently met their mark, causing you a great deal of discomfort. Is this correct, or did I misunderstand something?” As Derek stood there, mouth agape, saying nothing, the good doctor continued. “I had returned to the infirmary, believing you might come by for some assistance. When you didn’t come, I decided to check on your condition. Were you, or were you not, punched or kicked in the genitals by an unsavory opponent?”

“Well, um…yes sir, I did get kicked in the nuts…uh, I mean, in the testicles, by one guy. Well, really by two guys, but the second was an accident, I believe,” Derek replied.

“Mr. Weathers, this was the first water polo game I have ever attended. As both headmaster and school physician, I find myself running from event to event these days, including sporting events I have no knowledge of. I had no idea that your sport was so, well, so violent. I must ask, such kicks are certainly not legal, are they?” As Derek slowly shook his head ‘no’, Dr. Witherspoon added: “I don’t understand why the referee did not immediately take swift action. Obviously, he may not see the nefarious assault, therefore, you should have immediately notified him of this dirty action your foe engaged in. Why didn’t you raise your hand and tell the referee?”

Derek and Jake stared at the doctor, looks of astonishment on their faces. Jake had to choke back a small laugh as Derek tried to explain. “Dr. Witherspoon, if the referee doesn’t see the foul, it won’t do any good for me to complain about it. Gee, if that were the case, every guy playing could call a foul every time he lost the ball or missed a shot. Why, we’d never get through the first period – everyone would be serving penalty time and nobody would be playing!”

“Of course, of course you are right, young man – what was I thinking?” asked the headmaster. “Nevertheless, it is an outrage that a young male would purposely attempt to injure a fellow athlete in such a despicable way. Well, be that as it may, injuries to something as sensitive as the genitals are nothing to ignore. Please lower your underwear so I may begin my exam.” Dr. Witherspoon then walked over to where Derek was standing, sat on the edge of Derek’s bed facing the teen, crossed his arms, and waited.

Derek glanced from the doctor to Jake, then back to the doctor, then back to Jake. Jake was stone silent, his mouth still wide open in surprise, but saying nothing at all. Turning to face the doctor seated before him, Derek slowly hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his briefs, and gently slid the underwear down his thighs, allowing them to come to rest just above his knees. The doctor withdrew a pair of spectacles from an inner pocket of his tweed jacket, placed them on the tip of his nose, and peered intently at the sight before him.

As with many boys his age, Derek was somewhat shy about nudity. He usually showered after a match in his suit, then wrapped a towel around his waist and changed beneath it. Even here in their own room, Jake and Derek had only caught a couple of very furtive glances of one another’s maleness between underwear changes, though each had a good guess of how much the other was ‘packing’ – morning wood was hard to disguise between roommates sharing beds only a few feet apart. But now, Derek found himself totally exposed before not only Jake, who was enjoying his first good view of Derek’s dick, but also Dr. Witherspoon, who was casting an inquisitive eye at Derek’s equipment. To make matters worse, the doctor was now – “No, he wouldn’t he couldn’t,” screamed Derek’s mind silently – but he was – the doctor was now reaching his wrinkled hand toward Derek’s groin, and cupping the youth’s scrotum, then gently rolling the testes between his gnarled, bony fingers. Derek thought he would die, but there wasn’t time, for now Dr. Witherspoon was addressing him.

“Let me see here,” crooned the old man authoritatively, “tell me if this hurts you, or causes pain or discomfort.” He squeezed Derek’s left gonad – gently at first, then slightly harder, rolling the orb between thumb and forefinger, as Derek’s four inch shaft dangled above, actually grazing against the back of Witherspoon’s hand.

[Swimmboy]

“Just a little – it hurts just a little,” squeaked Derek, who was mortified to glance at Jake and see his roomie staring at his cock and balls as they were touched and squeezed by the old man. “Oh…OH!” Derek exclaimed, as the doctor switched to the right testicle and repeated the procedure. Here, the young athlete felt a great deal of pain, telling the doctor, “Yes, that one hurts quite a bit, even when you barely touch it.” Instinctively, Derek tried to pull back from the grasping hand causing him the pain, but Dr. Witherspoon reached around the boy’s narrow hips and placed his other hand at the top of Derek’s bare buttocks, and firmly held him in place. Derek could feel the man’s warm fingers pressing against his ass, and, was it possible? It almost felt as though one of those digits was pressing downward, right between his ass cheeks, as though seeking entry between the boy’s blushing mounds, into his…well, into his….Derek had to stop thinking about it – it was simply too bizarre, too unreal, too embarrassing. But it FELT like the old man’s finger was slipping into his crack, and even inching downward, downward…. “NO”, Derek’s mind screamed, “focus on what is happening!” What was the old man saying?

“….you need to be extra careful of penile and scrotal injuries,” Witherspoon was saying, “and be examined whenever this area of your body has suffered trauma.” Glancing downward, Derek watched in utter shock as the elderly fingers continued to jostle and fondle his nutsac. The doctor’s fingers caressed and again squeezed the right testicle, sliding it about as Derek squirmed slightly, though the pain was now less intense. “I believe it has simply been bruised,” he said, looking up into Derek’s red face. He continued to heft and fondle the boy’s pouch, leaning in closely for a better look. Derek could feel the man’s breath blowing softly across his genitals, and was shocked to suddenly feel himself start to “stir” down there from the stimulation he was receiving. “…..this is good – I apologize if I am making you somewhat uncomfortable, young man, but I am examining your right testicle for signs that perhaps your spermatic cord had become entangled around the testicle. Do you know about the spermatic cord?”

Derek had barely heard the question, so focused was he on maintaining his composure, willing – no, DEMANDING that his dick not dare stir into an erection during the exam. “Um, my spermatic cord?” No, doctor, I’m not sure what that is.” Nor did he want to know, for new sensations were now pulsing through his body. As the doctor continued to jiggle and fondle his squirming ‘nads, Derek could feel his cock shaft beginning to lengthen, stretch, and harden. And now, the old man’s hand was positioned so that the base of his thumb was rubbing along the exposed undershaft of Derek’s stiffening prick. “No, NO, NO,” Derek’s mind screamed, begging his own body not to respond to the stimulating touch. But it was no use. A small gasp of pleasure escaped Derek’s lips as the stimulation continued. Shyly glancing downward, the teen was horrified to see his dick was now nearly erect, pointing straight out, and even beginning to arch upward toward his taut belly. “Oh, please don’t let me cum,” he silently cried out in desperation. As he looked across the room, Derek was shocked to see Jake staring at his growing member, and – was it possible? Jake was slowly rubbing and touching his own groin through his boxers – boxers that were now tented by Jake’s erect penis! Derek couldn’t believe it – Jake, the dude who bragged incessantly about all the ‘townie girl’ pussy he had nailed, was completely turned on by the gonad exam the old geezer was giving his bud! Derek now found himself both shocked and confused – shocked by the embarrassing predicament he was in, and confused by the blatant interest his buddy and roommate Jake was showing in his erection, and the obvious excitement he was experiencing.

Just then, Derek noticed his testicles suddenly felt cool, and he realized Dr. Witherspoon had removed his hand, was looking awkwardly at his long, tapered shaft. Then the old man began to speak, coughing to clear his throat. “Ahem…um…is it normal for you to become so aroused when your doctor examines your scrotum, Mr. Weathers? You have suffered a kick of some severity which has bruised your right testicle. But I noticed no redness or bruising on your penis as it, well, how can I say this? As it began to lengthen before my eyes just moments ago. Do you have any pain in your shaft? Did either of the kicks strike you there, or did your scrotal area absorb the entire blow?” Again, the old man took hold of Derek’s dangling sac, gently cupping and squeezing it.

“My nuts…I mean my scrotum, took the blow, sir,” Derek responded quietly. “I don’t have any pain anywhere else down there. I usually position my dick, I, I mean my penis, in an upward position in my suit, and since my suits are pretty tight, it sort of stays there. But I guess that left my testicles somewhat exposed, and they got hit pretty hard.” Feeling embarrassed to be talking so openly about his testicles and the way he positioned his equipment in his Speedo, Derek’s face flushed an even deeper red. Furtively glancing across the room at Jake, he could see the bigger boy had a dreamy, far-away look in his eyes, as he stared blankly back at Derek, his hand still resting on his crotch, though no longer rubbing or stroking himself there. Derek was praying the humiliation was over, but the evening was just warming up.

“Put your dicks back in your pants boys, and stop beating your meat – company’s here!” So came the unmistakable voice of the diver David from just outside the door a second before it flew open and he stepped into their room. “I knew I’d catch you fags playing with yourselves sooner or later and it looks like….um….oh….um….excuse me. I…I…I didn’t know you had a…um…visitor,” squealed the flabbergasted youth as his eyes registered the presence of the headmaster in Derek’s and Jake’s room. David Sanderson’s face went from goofy grin to utter shock in a split second when he realized the headmaster was facing him, an angry look on his face, while his hand cupped his friend Derek’s nutsac.

[shaulis]

Swimmboy,

Your story is getting interesting now. The schools doctor paid Derek and Jake a visit in their room after Derek got kicked in the groin. Derek is surprised he had to get undressed in front of the doctor and his roommate Jake. It got worse for Derek when David , a diver for the team, barged into Dereks room without knocking to see the doctor examining Dereks testicles for any signs of trauma. Please continue your story. I think it's a great story so far.

[SwimTeamSpeedo]

Interesting development. I can imagine Derek's anxiety as his body responded to the doctor's touch. Curious to see how this develops.

STS