Ricky had sex for the first time with his girlfriend Sandra as a present for his 18th birthday. It was the greatest birthday present he could ever get. She was stunning; a star athlete at their school, so popular, tall and had the most captivating smile. All the guys knew she was absolutely beautiful. She dominated the minds of so many high school boys, and to make it even better for Ricky, she was a year older. Ricky rolled all 6’s and he never doubted it for a second when he was with her. Her curves, her height; she had legs for days. Ricky wasn't a small guy at all, but she stood up over him and her polished mahogany skin was soft to the touch; there was so much of her, Ricky never knew where to start. Ricky remembers how his friends talked used to talk about how they wish they could fuck a girl like her. He never felt comfortable going that far with them; but he's a teenage boy too. He shifted a lot in those conversations about Sandra.
And then, she reached out to him, he shot his shot. Fast forward and she took his virginity for his 18th birthday. He's had a couple girlfriends before but Sandra was different. She made him a man.
The next day, his clothes fit on him a little differently than before. People looked at him differently too and he truly felt unlocked. Ricky was always proud of himself; his friends call him a pretty boy and he likes what he sees in the mirror. Not to mention, he also has a swagger you get when you look up to and imitate cool guys on social media who sag their pants and fill up their room with smoke and trap music. Those were the cool videos he and his friends shared, and made, on Instagram. He looked back at one of the first videos he made a little over a year ago.
A long face, narrow and a heavy set of eyebrows sat on a young man who looked at himself in his phone at different angles. Ricky rubbed the sides of the stubble of a mustache on his upper lip, pulled his index and thumb down his lips, pulling them away and revealing light blue braces. He then split his lips further apart, exploring his sharp jawline and tilting the camera to the side. Mogging the camera, he then looked at it straight ahead and awkwardly smiled. His hair ended above his eyebrows like a k-pop star and the white passing boy made a funny face as he tilted the camera. The bottom of the video caught right below his clavicle and he lifted his arm. His bicep filling the screen and the dark underpit with a speck of hair. He immediately pulled the phone back, embarrassed and not wanting to show that much on the screen.
It had the caption #pro-gamer on it. Ricky remembers putting that in the front so it would seem like he was just being silly. But in reality, Ricky looked at that as a moment where he started to realize how he really looked. He started to grow confidence in himself as a man. Not in a vain way, but in the way a boy realizes that he’s not really a boy anymore. He was turning into a stud.
Now, Ricky looked at it with a cringe on his face. He was so young and embarrassing then. But it was the first time that Sandra messaged him, so it used to have a special place in his heart.
Ricky deleted the video from his Instagram and put his phone down in his pocket. He got facial hair and braces older than he would’ve liked, but thankfully the braces are off soon and he tells himself that he needs to shave off his little patches of hair. A man doesn’t have a little wimpy mustache like he had, after all. He’s gotta look tough, and nothing makes him look more like a wimp than that weak mustache.
That’s what Sandra told him at least, and he agreed when she said it. But the thought now infuriated him. He was getting worked up and his friends hyped him up.
She ain’t shit.
She won’t show.
You don’t need that bitch.
She fucked up and is gonna miss you. Ego that slut.
Ricky nodded with his boys and took out his phone again to shoot a tough reel. The camera showed that his medium length Asian hair from before was cut and now he had dyed blonde hair tight to his scalp. It contrasted attractively with his bushy black eyebrows and made him stand out even more. Ricky and his boys posed with the auto-tuned voice and low-fi beat, him swaying and looking nonchalant with his boys. His skinny arms flexed naturally as he turnt up; his black shirt and light golden chain moved boredly with moody confidence. He lifted the chain then pressed his arm between his thighs at his grey sweats like he didn’t care.
But the truth was, Ricky did care. He cares a lot.
He continued to care as he walked around the school and saw Sandra with a couple friends, at the agreed upon spot. The sight of her reminded him of when he rode her a few days ago. His balls swinging between his legs, her moans of pleasure and suddenly he felt a frustrating mix of emotions. His low hanging eggs on this hot summer day boiled in their sack and called to his attention, begging Ricky to rearrange and soothe them.
Ricky readjusted and walked up to her like he didn't care. He read the snarl on her face and couldn't keep nonchalant anymore. It made him feel. He twisted his neck, ran his thumb down his strong jaw and tried to keep it together. The young stud couldn't let her get to him so quickly.
Ricky was breathing heavily and dropped his eyes, looking at her legs; she had on jean shorts and they hugged her tightly. He had to look up at her, and her C cups, then the face of the girl who broke his heart right after making him a man. The energy of the eyes and bodies around him, the heat of the day and frustration of facing her like this; he felt himself burning up in every way.
Ricky tried to look nonchalant standing there, but his emotions were bubbling through. His bushy eyebrows furrowed at her and he ran his head over the not quite buzzed blonde hair. This was the first time she saw it and he wanted to bring attention to it.
His light wasian skin was flawless under the sweat as it crinkled at her and his juicy lips curled in a sarcastic smile. Sandra grimaced as she spoke first.
“Nice fucking hair, Slim Shady. Pussy.”
Ricky rolled his shoulders, acting like that comment didn’t phase him. He flexed; Ricky was a skinny boy but he knows he's fit. Everybody saw his sculpted arms glimmer on his light skin and sweaty arms. He flexed his muscles and pulled on his sweats as he stood up to her and held his serious face as he spoke. The blue glimmer of his braces behind his lips betrayed his tough guy attempt just as bad as his pretty boy face did.
“Broo sit the fuck down before I put you down, crazy bitch. You ain’t all that! Your pussy stink, bro.” He spat at her, knowing it sounded tough. His boys ate it up and Ricky felt his body rile up as he felt the tingle in his manhood and held it tightly in his hand. He pulled and his sweats dipped, sagging fashionably and showing his blue Calvin Kleins. From behind, you could see the curve on his underwear over him and where the crack sunk deep in a curvy T. His underwear hugged his fit frame.
Sandra’s face frowned and he saw the look in her face shift. He suddenly felt his stomach dropped, which made him hold his balls tighter. Awkwardly laughed and pointed at his boys to rile them up more; look how much he’s getting to her! Man, she still wants him! See how easy this is?
Ricky's former girlfriend pressed him, pushing him back and he smiled. His braces visible as he shook his head. He thought about what he could do to look tough right now. He grimaced and his pretty face flared as he threatened that he wouldn’t stay docile for long.
Ricky pushed up towards Sandra and flexed himself. She was taller than him but that didn't stop him from standing up to her, back straight. Her friends laughed, which made Ricky flex more and try to intimidate. Prove he's not a little boy. He's the fucking man. He fucked her and his dick is big; they can suck his fucking balls, the look he gave them said.
Ricky is the man. He’s got the muscles, he's stronger and isn’t going to put up with this attitude. His fists were tightened at his thighs, his grey sweats still sagging on his hips. The hill on his pants visualized where his testosterone and seed were stored. Where his pride hung, and Ricky knows that she knows that he knows how to use it. Ricky huffed and showed the world that he's a man. He raised his chin and his Adams apple popped out. Ricky was showing her what he was made of.
Sandra didn’t back down. She snarled, looking up and down at him, and he saw her shift backwards. But he knew better than to flinch, so he tightened his stance and refused to show weakness as a man, no matter how bad his girl hurt him.
That's when her foot reared back and before Ricky knew it, her foot slammed up hard between his legs and into his soft, hanging sweats and crashed into his sweaty cum buckets.
Her foot swung up right underneath the hill in his pants. Perfect aim. She didn't waste her swing on lifting the low sweats; all her power was directed into Ricky's heavy balls and squashed them with devastation against his body.
Ricky gasped out and stumbled back, his eyes wide and juicy lips puckered in shock. He pulled his hands to his balls and immediately realized what happened. He stared forward in anger and betrayal. There was still a part in him that trusted her; she was his first. She rest her head on his chest and held his manhood after he came on her. He trusted her and she kicked his balls up into his stomach.
He couldn't move. His body was locked as his brain started to register the pain in his balls.
“Yeah, fuck you and your balls! Your bitch ass doesn’t even know how it use them!” Sandra yelled in his face as his expression distorted. Pain overwhelmed him and slowly the anger morphed into weakness. His face twisted and his legs turned into jelly. Ricky’s knees buckled and sheer white pain burst through his body unlike anything he ever felt. The balls in his hand were on fire and heavier than two suns.
Ricky wanted nothing more than to fall down and curl into a ball, but it took everything he had not to; he couldn't let her know how defeated he was. He tried to pull his hands away and to his knees but that proved to be futile as his body immediately needed them to scoop up his injured testicles. He coughed and bent over, his face losing color rapidly. In slow motion and lowering like he was bound to break if he moved recklessly, he leaned to the ground. A hand against the floor as he held his head low in shame.
“What!? Nothing to say, tough guy! Fucking cry about it some more!”
Ricky couldn't form a word, let alone a response. He was in far too much pain, unable to organize his thoughts through everything. He breathed heavily and slowly rested his forehead against the floor, one hand still between his legs and the other beside his head.
Ricky coughed and spit on the ground and clenched his fist as he ached miserably. His emotions were boiling but there was nothing he could do. Tears formed in his eyes as he started to find his words.
“You…. Fucking bitch…” Ricky wheezed through clenched teeth.
Ricky loudly sniffled and tightened up as he couldn’t hold anything back. He breathed heavily and closed his eyes, just focusing on his breath and trying to drown out the rest of the world. He heard her yelling over him but none of it registered as the pain got worse and worse. He gripped the asphalt underneath him as an anchor against the tides of nausea. Tears fell into the ground and he trembled, his body shaking as his sweats hung down on him, revealing more of his underwear.
Ricky had no idea how long he was in that position for; minutes for sure. And when he looked up through misty vision, his boys and everybody already walked away. Shame hit him as well as another wave of nausea and he heaved against the ground suddenly. His eyes bugged and he felt his body tense in anticipation but it went away. He released and opened his lips against the asphalt. Drool pooled and he winced, exhausted and a long, weak but pathetic sigh escaped his open lips. His chain hung and his breathing slowly ramped up as tears started to well up and fall from his eyes once again. He pulled both hands between his legs, protecting his manhood and curled up even tighter.
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