Date: Sun, 08 Jun 2003 18:27:38 -0700 From: dude sweet Subject: Paintball in the balls For the first time, my dad was taking my brother and me to the paintball park. Hello readers. I'm 13, my brother Kyle is 11 and our dad is 40. Yeah, old. Anyway, when we get there most of the people are in army clothes. We just have on old clothes. Jeans that are to small and a flannel shirt for me. My brother in the same. We both have red hair and about a million freckles, just like our mom. Its kind embarrassing looking like your mom, but what can you do about it. What's even more embarrassing is when her friends call on the phone and talk to me, thinking that I'm my mom. Real embarrassing. When is my freaking voice gonna change? I mean I got pubes now. And can come. So where's the voice change? It was all supposed to come at once. When the heck is that going to happen? Back to the story. We kind of hang back the first games to learn how to play and stuff like that. I go the whole morning without killing anybody. I get killed in 2 games. I was worried it would hurt when the paintballs hit you, but it only stings a tiny bit. After lunch I promise myself and my brother and dad, that I am going kill someone. I mean that's the point of the game. When you get hit or hit somebody and the paintball explodes, that's means they are dead and have to leave the game until a new one starts. So the first game after lunch, I rush to the front with a bunch of other guys. We plan a ambush, so 3 of us go running full speed into their front lines, shooting as fast as we can. Bang, bang, bang. I get one. Yea! Bang, bang bang. Oh shit. I'm down. I can't breath. I took it in the balls. Oh shit. I'm crying. I can't breath and I'm trying to cry at the same time. The ref blows the whisle and stops the game. People gather around. My dad is there. "Are you ok Scott?" I cant answer, cause I can't hardly breath. He pulls me to a sitting position. "Can you walk, or want me to carry you." No, I can't walk, but noway am I gonna let him carry me. Jeeze, I'm not a little kid or anything. He helps me up and half carrys me, half drags me to the car. Kyle follows with all our guns and stuff. My dad sit me in the front seat. "They get you in the balls?" he asks. I nod, still unable to speak. He has Kyle get me a Mountian Dew. I drink a few sips. I look down. My crouch is bright red. Oh Shit? Blood? No, paint. Red paintballs exploded all around my crouch. I still have tears in my eyes. My dad is squatting outside the car, with the door open, my brother right behind him. They look worried. "Open your pants and let me look at it" my dad asks me. Open my pants? Pull out my balls? In the parking lot? What is he kidding? No he's not kidding. He starts to undo my pants. "I can do it" as I push his hand away. I pull down my pants. Ok now its time for the hard part. I pull down my boxers, looking to see what happened to my balls. There red. Blood? No, still just paint. My dad tells my brother to take off his tshirt and dip it into the ice chest to get it all wet. Then he takes the wet tshirt and hands it to me. "Clean off the paint so we can see." Jeeze. I obey. Shit. Rubbing the shirt all over my dick and balls, I get wood. I hide it with the wet tshirt. My dad pushes it away and looks at my balls. Jeeze, does he not even see my boner? He acts like he doesn't. But Kyle does, his eyes almost popping out of his head. "Looks a little red." Yeah, not even paint red, just ouchie red. My boner still waving out for anybody to see if they pass by. "Pull up your shorts, but leave you pants off. Give it some room." He unties my shoes and pulls them off. I pull up my boxers, he pulls off my pants. My boner, making a little 5 inch tent out of my boxers. The naked boner show being over my brother asks "Can we play some more?" "No, Scott needs to rest." "It's ok. You guys play. I will rest." Yeah, get away, get away from me, and my boner. Please. They go. Thank you. I relax. My boner goes away. I roll down the window. Its hot. I turn on the radio. Well when peeps walk by than can see me in my boxers if they look, but I don't give a hoot. I finish my drink. I got to pee. Well since I don't want to get dressed, I get the macdonalds cup from this morning and pee in it, hoping nobody comes by. They don't I'm safe. I open the door and put out the piss cup. I relax. They come back to the car. "How's your balls?" my brother asks. Funny. Real funny. I ignore him. "How are you?" My dad asks. "Better." "Still hurt?" "Yeah." It does. Please don't ask to look at it again. He doesn't. Thank you. At home I just get out of the car in my boxers. If peeps see me I really don't care. "You boys need showers" my dad reminds us. Yeah. Like we know that. Duh. Kyle follows me into the bathroom. "What are you doing?" I ask him. "I want to see it" he says pointing to my dick. I pull off my shirt. "Why?" "Cause it was huge man." Hehe. Yeah it was. "You never had a boner before?" I ask him." "Yeah. But not like yours." He pulls at his dick, probally a boner. I take off my boxers. I got a semi turning into a boner. For some reason I don't care. I turn on the water, acting like I got a naked boner and let my brother see it all the time. He stares. I let him, acting like I don't care. I don't. I kinda like it. Showing IT off. I get in the shower and relax. And clean. Its still sore. I wash carefully. I dry off and go in my room. My brother is in his underwear on his bed. "Can I see it again?" Shit. He's liking IT. "Yeah" as I take off my towel and put on clean boxers. He heads for the shower. I put on a tshirt and go to eat. I'm so glad my dad doesn't say anything in front of my mom about my balls. My brother joins in his briefs and tshirt to. Why get dressed? Especially for me. Me and my mom go to watch tv. Its dad and Kyles turn for dishes. She asked how did I like paintball and shit like that. I tell her most, just not the embarassing parts. She goes out. My bro comes in. We all hang for a while. Then Kyle and me head off to bed. My dad comes in. Usually mom tucks us in, but he does sometimes. After he tucks in Kyle, he sits on my bed. "Scott, you might want to sleep naked. Give it some more room." Naked? Sleep naked? Yeah, I like that idea. I strip off my boxers. "How is it?" Shoot does he want to see it again? "Better." "Still sore?" "Yeah." Don't ask to see it. Please. It's a boner again. Pretty please. "Ok, we'll take a look in the morning. Ok?" Morning wood. Shucks. "Ok." What the heck else can I say? "And Scott, give it a rest." What? I look at him not understanding. "Uh, no masturbation." OH! DARN. I blush. I can't speak, so I nod. How does he know? I only just started 3 months ago. He leaves. My brother ask "Whats masturbation?" "Playing with your dick." That's all the explanation he needs. He's 11. Maybe next year I will explain more. "You do that?" "Yeah, eveybody does. You do, don't you?" "Yeah and I got a stiffie now. Wanna see it?" Why not. "I guess." He hops out of his bed, jumps over to mine and pulls his underwear down, his boner pointing straight to the ceiling. He leaves it out. "Can I see yours again?" I pull down the sheets. "Can I touch it?" "No. It needs to rest." "Can I touch it tomorrow?" "Maybe." I pull over my sheet. He puts his away and jumps back in his bed. "Nite." "Nite." I wake up in the morning. It feels much better. I pull down the sheets. It looks better, but still red and maybe still swollen. I go back to sleep. My dad comes in. "Scott." "Yeah I'm awake." I look at the clock. Wow I slept till 11:00. "How is it?" "Better." "Still sore?" "Yeah." "Mind if I take a look." My brother is awake and jumps over looking. "Kyle, will you excuse us." Kyle is bummed. "Its ok. He can stay." Hey, he saw it a million times yesterday. I pull down the sheets. It's a boner, but I'm not that much embarassed. Maybe casue my dad say it yesterday. "Still tender?" "Yeah." He pulls up my sheet. "Ok well take it easy today. If its not better Monday, well let the doctor take a look." "Ok." Again, what am I supposed to say. I don't want the doctor peeping at my dick, but I guess I could live through it. "Take it easy today" he says with more force. I think he means no jacking off. "Ok." So I spend the day around the house in my boxers. My brother stays in his briefs all day to. That's nice. So I have someone to play games and watch tv with and stuff. By the end of the day, the red is gone and it feels ok. He tucks us in again that night. "Its better dad. Back to normal. Feels fine. Want to see it?" "No, I'm sure your right. Goodnight." "Nite." "Nite." He leaves "Can I touch it now?" "I guess." From the time he asks till the time he comes to my bed is like 1 second. My dick went from semi to boner in 1/2 a second. I pull down the sheets. He pokes it with his finger. It feels cool. He giggles. He pops over to his bed. I jack it off. First time I ever done it when he was awake, but I was horney. It had been 2 days. He was watching but keeping his mouth shut. "Ahhhhhhhhhh." I wipe my sperms, more than usual, on a sock. So this began my new life of sleeping naked and jacking off whenever I felt like it. I love paintball.