Andrew's First Time

This is a new story in a new 'universe'. It's short, and based pretty strongly off this kid I used to be forced to spend some time with. I'll probably go back to these sort of stories every now and then, because I do think about him a lot. Hope you guys enjoy!

I still remember the first time I busted Andrew. I was in 8th grade at the time, and him in 6th. I know there tends to be this ‘stigma’ especially in Middle and High School, where interacting with the younger kids made you weird, but I always liked them. They always looked up to you, in a sense, and it was easier to do what I wanted around them. Part of it was there's less stress involved around them, you don't have to impress them or anything. And I can kinda have my way, and if they didn't want to, I'd always find a way to impose. They were smaller, a bit dumber, and all around, more easy to kinda just… well, do what I want. More helpless. Maybe that makes me a bully, I don't know. He deserved it though.

Andrew had light brown hair, and he was honestly pretty annoying. Cute, but annoying. A really boyish face with pretty, green eyes, small and sweet smile when he said something he found enjoyable. Was always a good weight, and it was hard to see him in an unattractive light, at least physically. But again, despite how cute I found him, he was really annoying.

Especially during this time, he was very fixated on typical ‘cool guy stuff’. Like, he was really into cars and monster trucks. He loved sports, loved to show off. Loved heavy metal music, girls, and basically everything you associate with all of that stuff. Now, there’s nothing wrong with enjoying those things, but with Andrew, it felt like he was doing it for his image. It felt fake, and it made me just want to rip that shit down, and make sure he knows he isn't anywhere near as cool as he think he is. Make him feel like an absolute bitch. Make him hate being what he tried so hard to prove he was, a human being with a dick and balls. I could do that to Andrew, because I was bigger. Him being cute was just icing on the cake that I could not wait to dig into.

As most boys are, Andrew was also a bit rebellious. He always argued with his dad, but that felt more genuine to me. He didn't do that because he thought that's what boys are supposed to do, he did that because he just plain wanted to. And his Dad was a disagreeable sort, so I always respected that about Andrew, but sometimes he argued out of his ass sometimes. Just like most boys.

I remember his dad was our flag football coach a bit before this, and I was at his house getting ready. His dad was gonna take us, and the two of them were arguing. Andrew was kinda just looking for things to disagree with. Which brings up his dad asking him if he has his cup.
"No Dad, I don't need one!"

"Andrew, yes you do. Go put one on-"

"No, I'm not a pussy! It's fine!"

"Son, go-"

"Jesus Christ Dad, it doesn't even hurt that bad!"

And so on. I remember smirking the entire time. I had my eyes on his grey shin high tights, focusing on his crotch. I remember wanting to cup check him there, but decided against it. I was pretty damn sure at that time that he's never experienced the feeling of a good nut shot, and I knew that if I got him there, he'd put one on. I hoped maybe he'd get a good hit in the game. That would probably be a lot more... fulfilling. It didn't happen, but I kept my eyes out for a good time to introduce him.

Speaking of, first time I busted him. It was recess, and we were talking by the monkey bars. I remember exactly what he was wearing. He was wearing a red shirt, and camo cargo pants, because I’m sure he thought those were cool. He got a haircut recently, and it was a military style buzzcut. Again, I’m sure he thought this made him look cool.

“When you come over later, do you want to play Vice City?” Andrew asked. I was supposed to go to his house later tonight. And it's not that I really wanted to, but my mom was really good friends with his mom; like I said earlier, Andrew’s dad was an asshole sometimes, and she liked to have someone to vent to.

“Uh, sure. San Andreas is better, but-”

“No it’s not! Vice City is way cooler!”

“Dude, Vice City feels so boring.”

“But there are more girls in bikini’s walking around!” Andrew said with his boyish smile and a weak laugh. I shook my head and wondered why he had to be this way.

“That makes sense. You won’t be able to see a girl like that in real life, gotta look for it somewhere.” I said with a smile. Andrew shook his head and jumped up to the monkey bars and grabbed on them with both hands. He then began to perform chin ups. I’m sure he thought this made him look cool.

“Nah man, me and Becky are gonna get hot.” He said.

“Oh really?” I said, fully aware that he’s full of shit.

“Yeah man…” He said, looking around. I saw him smirk and wink at someone. After I swallowed the vomit that came up, I turned my head to see who he thought he was wooing over. It was Becky.

Becky was a girl in his grade that he always said he was going on a date with, always said how she liked him. Saying the typical shit a stupid boy says about his crush to impress his friends.

I saw Becky pull her hair back and look down. She turned to her friends, said something, then walked over to the two of us. Honestly, I didn’t expect her to react that way.

She walked over, and I looked back to Andrew. He was working up a sweat, trying to do these chin ups with more intensity. Really trying to show off how much of a man he is in the sixth grade.

“Hey Andrew.” Becky said sweetly.

“Hey *huff* Becky *huff*” Andrew tiredly said.

“Wow, you’re really good at those…” Said Becky, sounding impressed. Damn, maybe Andrew was actually more right than I thought he was…

I knew I had to intervene.

Again, I haven’t busted Andrew before this. I've always wanted to. Everything about him made me want to punch him in the balls, but I was always a bit worried he’d tell his mother, or something. I was always on the cautious side of things. But at the moment, I knew it felt right. I remembered what he said to his Dad about the cup, and knew it was time to turn his whole sixth grade world upside down. I walked closer to Andrew and watched him as he struggled to keep everything up.

As I got closer, it became obvious that he couldn’t do anymore chin ups. Andrew pulled himself up, struggling really damn hard to even try and complete another one.

“Becky, wanna see something funny?” I asked.

“Sure!”

I was within arms reach of Andrew. His body was shaking, his legs were spread and his face was getting redder by the moment. I looked down to his crotch, the small bump between his legs, and knew this was it. I hopped I wouldn't of missed.

I reared my fist back, and with the energy of a year or so of pent up restriction and irritation, did my best job of uppercutting Andrew right in those balls that's been trying so hard to overcompensate for.

I know for a fact I didn't miss, from the very first moment of contact. The feeling of my fist sinking into the small, fleshy mound between his legs for the first time, was so euphoric. I wanted to do that for SO long! Although, I expected to feel more meat (he was pretty small, 6th grade after all), it still felt so amazing. That was the first time I ever busted someone too. Not even something as small as a sack tap before this. So, the feeling I got under my fist as it rose up into his bony pelvis, the feeling under my knuckle of his soft boyhood. It felt so foreign, yet so very comforting and warm. My mind was racing as this happened, but I still had enough wherewithal to let everything that happened next sink into my psyche.

Andrew let out a cry as he pulled his legs up. His green eyes widened and his cute mouth opened wide in an 0, as what I just did to the center of his masculinity settled in. As I heard him groaning in what sounded like a nasty mix of confusion, anger and agony, I couldn't help but also remember his argument with his Dad.

"I'm not a pussy!

"Jesus Christ, it doesn't even hurt that bad!"

I remembered those words as I saw him yell out a second time, this time more high pitched, a couple moments after I punched him in his nuts, where his cup should be, and as he fell to the floor.

“Oh my god!” Becky laughed out.

Andrew gasped out, his hands cupping his boyhood with shaking legs. His eyes began watering as a squawk left his mouth and he began flopping around like a dying fish.

“AHHH! MY BALLS OH MY GOD!!”

“What? I thought it doesn’t hurt that bad?” I asked, taunting him.

“Fuck you... “ Andrew cried pathetically, as he flipped around, curling into and out of a ball. I followed him and made sure to keep the view I wanted.

I was able to see him writhe, moan and hold his hands between his legs. His green eyes letting water flow, and his young and tender body contort with nut pain for the first time in his innocent life. He flipped around again, and I realized following him would be pointless, so I just stayed and enjoyed my perspective.

Andrew continued to act like he was dying, his face growing redder and looking sicker. He began hacking and heaving into the floor. He got onto his knees, held his stomach and heaved and heaved some more. I was sure he was about to vomit into the floor. And I was convinced he might die afterwards.

All of this, just from one single punch. I guess he's a pussy after all, right?

I glared at Becky and she had her hand over her mouth, and it looked like she didn’t know how to react. She watched Andrew on the floor and laughed a little bit, then shifted towards her friends and walked back to them. She ran with a bit of a spring in her step and got her friends attention as fast as she could. Then she pointed at Andrew and made sure as many people saw Andrew weep on the floor as possible.

As I turned back, the cute, cocky and confident 6th grader was crying pretty obviously in a ball. Both of his hands were holding his balls like they'd fall off if he let go. After a few minutes, I decided Andrew didn’t need me to stand there a few feet from him, and watch him writhe in agony. I decided to go back to my fellow eighth graders and enjoy the rest of my recess. Every few moments, I glared back to Andrew. It took him the entire period to get to get back up. When we all had to leave the outside world and return to class, I made sure to keep a special eye on Andrew. He limped slowly, bent over. Both hands cupping himself, and looking down.

Overall. Andrew’s first busting was really hot. I couldn’t of asked for it to of gone much better.