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During college, my girlfriend, who I’ve written about before, we’ll call her Julie, played lacrosse and I enjoyed watching as many of her games as I could. It’s only fair, I played lacrosse and ice hockey and she came to all of my games, so of course I’ll go to hers even tho I’m not a huge fan of the sport (Women’s lacrosse is pretty different from men’s and I just don’t really like it).

We went to a smaller school and all of the athletes were pretty close so it was always a good time, especially considering we didn’t draw much of a crowd (DIII) so the more people we could get there to support the better.

So, it’s a beautiful spring day, trees are green, sky is blue, nice cool breeze fighting off the mugginess of summer. Gorgeous day out, great day for a game.

But, unfortunately, Julie’s team is getting creamed. It’s just a huge blowout. We stick around to watch tho, but admittedly get bored.

Her friend, we’ll call her Erica, and I decide to have a catch. Erica is one of those “awesome” people. Just super fun to be around, down to earth, raspy voice, blonde hair, freckles, hazel eyes, athletes figure. She’s the type of chick that looks banging in a long dress for an event but will shotgun a beer before chopping firewood for a bonfire. She was on the lacrosse team but not dressed for the game. Her and a handful of other scratched players were watching from the bleachers.

We’re having a catch and out of the corner of my eye I see a lacrosse ball flying towards me. Luckily, I see it in time and was able to even reach my stick out and grab it.

Unfortunately…

“Dave, watch out!” Erica yelps

OOMPH

Erica had thrown her ball at the same time I saw the one from the game coming my way. There wasn’t much either of us could have done to prevent it.

And and of fucking course it racks me right in the nuts.

The ball she threw came at an arc kind of a hit me right on my cock and on top of both balls. At least it didn’t come from underneath I guess…

The initial shock takes my legs out and I immediately fall, but manage to get up and try to stand, but the fuse goes off and before I know it I’m bent over, I try to walk it off but I can’t. I make it a few steps away before I just collapse to my hands and knees and start rolling around. Oh my god it hurt so bad.

Getting hit in the nuts when you’re not expecting it is such a different experience than when you are lol.

Erica runs over and some dude I don’t know to check on me. Right after them the trainer, who I know well, is there and she’s trying to get me to lay on my back and flex my hips or something. My balls hurt so fucking bad and my stomach is rolling.

“I’m okay….I’m okay, she just got me really good…” I grunt out through grimaced teeth. The dude goes away and the trainer gives me some advice I didn’t hear, pats me on the shoulder, and leaves.

Erica sits down next to me and starts playing with the grass.

“Sorry about your junk, man.”

“Fuck you, Erica.”

“Fair…..Julie’s gonna be pissed.”

“Ha. Do you think she saw?”

“Dude…everyone saw. They stopped the game for you.”

Fuck me lol. Now, I love ballbusting, but I’m not on the humiliation track. And getting my balls absolutely rocked in front of two full rosters of women athletes and who knows how many other people was no consolation for the ache in my core and sack.

“Goddamnit….” I grunt. “Do game stoppages get reported in the score card or whatever?” I ask, jokingly mostly.

“HA maybe they’ll count it as a body ball.” I let out a groan as I shift. “Dude, you sure you’re good? I was going to tell you that you took it like a champ to make you feel better but….that looked like it hurt a lot.”

“Again…fuck you, Erica.”

“Ha, you wish. Not that you could right now anyway…”

“Oh fuck you!” I spray her with the water bottle the trainer gave me and we both laugh. Yea, I do wish I could fuck her, but I digress.

Fast forward to after the game, Julie comes out of the locker room as soon as she can to check on me and we drive back to my place.

After hugs and kisses and making sure I was okay we get in the car and she revealed she was pissed.

“Oh my fucking God I hate people. They’re assholes. My boyfriend is writhing in pain on the ground and some people laugh and joke. Those girls are fucking assholes. Thank God you’re okay.”

“I mean,” I respond, “the absurdity of the situation is kind of funny, I guess.” My balls feel a jolt of pain as we go over a speed bump.

“No fuck that. You were hurt, it’s not funny. Plus, you’re my man and those are my balls!” She says and she slams her hand on the steering wheel on the word “balls”.

“Plus,” she continues, “I know, without a doubt, at least some of that turned you on. Oh my god, Erica? You can’t tell me that part of you isn’t happy that just happened. Fucking Erica!” I couldn’t deny it, Erica was the type of girl you want to hit you in the balls. “That’s going to drive me crazy. Ah! Not your fault, but I know that was hot for you. GAH. Why Erica? Why your balls??” She leans her head back and groans and smacks the steering wheel with both hands. She is not a happy camper…

“Babe, I’m serious, I…” she cuts me off

“No, stop, it’s fine, I need to get over it. She’s just that girl, dudes love her. I just watched her hit you in your balls and then get to be there with you after. And why’d you spray her with water? FUCK I can’t, I can’t right now. I just need to get over it. Fuck! Ahhhhh. I’m glad you’re okay. I need to take a shower, this sucks.”

The car ride after that was silent until she burst out, “Fuck! It’s like watching her suck your duck. Goddamnit, Dave. I’m sorry, it’s not your fault, I’m sorry.”

After that the rest of the ride was silent. Most of the rest of the night was.

She did slowly get over it. It would be about a week, tho, before she was able to retake her rightful place as the woman who most recently smashed my manhood. I think that helped.

TL;DR: I was having a lacrosse catch with an attractive female friend while watching my girlfriend’s game and missed a throw, which smashed me in the testicles. Way too many people saw and it was really embarrassing, adding significant insult to injury. Afterwards my girlfriend, who I was in a ballbusting relationship with, got really jealous.