Water Polo Balls, Part 1a

[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

[Dooley67]

Swimmboy,

I really like your story to this point. You are able to create a feeling of anxiety as the exam is going on so that the reader really feels it. The nonverbal interplay between Derek and Jake is really done well, especially because we know Derek's thoughts as you have written them, but we can only wonder what Jake is thinking; but we do know what he's feeling. I look forward to the next installment - thanks for posting the story.

D67

[Swimmboy]

“Mr. Sanderson,” began the older gentleman calmly, “is it necessary for you to barge into a room and greet fellow students with such crude vulgarity? Please step back into the hallway, knock politely, and wait to be invited inside. Then greet the occupants of this room without profanity or references to any private acts of sexual gratification!”

David meekly replied “Yes sir” as he dropped his head, quickly turned away, and dashed out the door, closing it behind him. For a moment, he thought of just running around the corner and returning to his room, but knew Mr. Witherspoon could easily find him, so he might as well just face the music and get it over with. He knocked, waited to hear Jake’s voice say “Come in”, then opened the door and sheepishly stepped inside. David had thought his eyes were playing tricks on him the first time, but now, he realized what he had seen before was accurate: Dr. Witherspoon was seated on the edge of Derek’s bed, while Derek stood right in front of him, briefs pulled down to his knees, his cock stiff and jutting outward toward the old man’s face, while Jake was seated on his own bed in just his boxers, hands on his groin. David opened his mouth to say a polite greeting, but no sound came out.

“Good evening, Mr. Sanderson,” Dr. Witherspoon finally stated. “I am just finishing my examination of young Mr. Weathers here – seems he took a nasty kick or two in a rather private place during the water polo match earlier, and I wanted to make certain he was alright.”

“Good evening Dr. Witherspoon, Jake, Derek,” David managed to squeak out, though it was barely audible. “I just came by to say hi to the guys, tell them what a great game they played today.” David continued to stare into the elderly man’s eyes, not daring to glance downward at Derek’s naked, aroused genitals, though his peripheral vision certainly gave him an adequate view. “I…um…I guess I should go now. And, sir, I’m sorry about my inappropriate language a few moments ago.” David turned to leave, but the headmaster held up his hand.

“Nonsense,” he said, “don’t leave. I’m sure the boys would like to hear your opinions about their victory in the pool. I’m nearly finished with my exam anyway.” Now facing Derek, the doctor stated: “I am going back to the infirmary in a few minutes. I’d like you to follow me there, since I have a few things to say that should perhaps be stated in privacy. It’s alright for you to now pull your underwear back up and get dressed.” As Derek nodded his head in agreement to the doctor’s request, the man turned toward David, and his eyes were drawn down to the diver’s privates by the activity he noticed there. David, who was shirtless, had remained standing quietly by the door, and had dug his hands deep into the pockets of his cargo shorts, and was absent-mindedly scratching his genitalia through the thin material of the pockets. It had lately become almost a habit of his, as Derek and Jake could both attest – on numerous occasions, they would be talking with him when he would suddenly scratch himself in his small red Speedo at the pool, picking and tugging at the tight lycra, or go ‘fishing’ or playing pocket pool in his pants or shorts pockets. “Mr. Sanderson,” the man stated inquisitively as he nodded toward David’s mid-section, “do you have a problem ‘down there’?”

David froze in mid-scratch, renewed panic on his handsome features. “Oh, um, no sir. I, well lately I just seem to itch a lot down there.”

“Please come forward and let me take a look. Perhaps you have a case of fungal infection – I believe you lads might call it jock itch. Please lower your shorts.” David slowly unbuckled his belt, unhooked the top button, and slowly pulled down his zipper. His shorts dropped to the floor, leaving him in just a pair of Hanes briefs – an older, slightly frayed pair that appeared too small for his body. It wasn’t that they didn’t cover him, it was just that the front pouch was quite stretched, obviously concealing something of quite some size. Something that seemed inordinately large on his narrow, athletic frame. David stood there – and stood there – in his small white briefs, until an exasperated Dr. Witherspoon finally said, “I can’t very well examine you through your briefs. Please lower them also.”

“Oh,” David muttered. He placed his thumbs along the sides of the waistband and began tugging his underwear downward, but then stopped, as he glanced nervously around the room at Jake and Derek.

“Come now, Mr. Sanderson,” said the good doctor, “surely you are not too shy to be seen by your fellow athletes? Why, good grief, you boys must see each other nude in the locker room several times a day! Hurry now, I haven’t got all night.” At that, the older man reached forward and grasped the side of David’s little briefs and began helping him to pull them down.

Neither Derek nor Jake had seen David ‘nude’, for, like many teen aquatic jocks, the diver showered in his suit, then changed under a towel. But his small, form-fitting suit left so little to the imagination that both polo players were well aware of David’s ample masculinity. Still, the sight they now beheld made both boys suck in a quick breath. David’s long, slender penis flopped out of his briefs, and it had to be a good five inches in length. And his balls were just huge – a good bit larger than either polo jock’s. The boys couldn’t help but stare. Even Dr. Witherspoon seemed momentarily taken aback, at a sudden loss for words, until he exclaimed admiringly, “Well, you certainly are quite the he-man, aren’t you?” David’s face turned beet red, and his eyes flickered open and shut as he struggled to swallow. It was obvious the poor boy was unaccustomed to being ‘on display’, so to speak, and his entire body seemed flush with color. Color that only deepened as old Dr. Witherspoon reached forward and grasped his testicular pouch and began to move it to and fro, trying, in the room’s poor light, to get a good view of the youth’s entire genital area. “Usually, the fungus will grow here, along the area where your thighs join your body along the sides of your scrotum. It’s warm and dark here – fungus likes those conditions. Gently pulling David’s sac up and to the side, the old man did not notice that David’s long shaft now rested along his jacket sleeve, where the itchy tweed fabric was working magic on the naked underside of the boy’s shaft.