What My Friend Did to Me After the Ball Hit

Ivo was twenty-two, with his hair shaved almost to the skin, pale gray eyes, and a body he had built through weights and early-morning gym sessions. He was tall, lean, with that kind of attractiveness that doesn’t need to try. That summer he was staying at Damián’s place, his lifelong friend’s, in a villa on the outskirts where the heat hit hard and the afternoons dragged on forever.

Damián was different. Shorter, broad-shouldered, blond, with dark eyes. They had known each other since they were kids, had grown up on the same street, and right now he had Ivo lying on his back on the bed, naked and with a dull ache between his legs after taking a ball to the groin while playing in the garden.

—Sorry, man, it was an accident —Damián said, coming closer—. Let me take a look. You know I work as a nursing assistant.

—Careful down there —Ivo replied, instinctively pushing his hands away.

—Relax, I haven’t seen anything else all year. —Damián sat on the edge of the mattress with the confidence of someone who had already done this a thousand times—. If it hurts when you move, it could be serious. Better I check now than we spend all night worrying about it.

Ivo glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. There was something in the way his friend said it, in the calm with which he rolled up his sleeves, that made him wonder whether this was strictly medical. But it really did hurt, and he trusted Damián more than anyone, so he stopped resisting.

Ivo gave in and exposed what he had. He wasn’t especially well endowed, and he had never pretended to be: a modest cock, his balls swollen from the impact, a trimmed shadow of hair. Damián put on latex gloves and began to examine him carefully, pressing here and there, turning his head to look more closely. His fingers were cold and precise, and he moved them with a delicacy that contrasted with his stocky frame. Every time he pressed a sensitive spot, Ivo let out a groan and his abdominal muscles tightened.

—Here, does it hurt? —Damián asked, barely brushing the area—. And here?

—A little less —Ivo answered through his teeth, staring at the ceiling fan so he wouldn’t look at what his friend was doing to him.

—Take a deep breath —his friend murmured—. Nothing’s broken. Just inflammation.

What neither of them said out loud was what happened next: that with all that rubbing and attention, without meaning to, Ivo started getting hard. Damián noticed and pulled back a little, pretending he was going to get something.

—I’ll get some ice —he said.

He came back immediately with a bag and pressed it against the swollen balls. Ivo let out a sharp gasp when the cold bit into his skin.

—Fuck, that’s cold —he complained, squirming.

Damián kept looking. He watched how, with the ice, that cock slowly began to shrink again, and he didn’t look away. Ivo noticed and felt his ears burn.

—Don’t stare so much, it’s embarrassing —he protested.

—The best way to bring the swelling down —Damián said suddenly, with practiced calm— is for you to cum. You need to empty your balls.

—Yeah, sure. What a story you’ve made up —Ivo shot back, half laughing.

—I’m serious. It’s for your balls, not for anything else. —Damián licked his lips—. I can help you out. That’s what friends are for, right? We’ve known each other our whole lives.

Ivo understood perfectly what his friend was proposing. Neither of them had ever said it in so many words, but they both knew they liked men just as much as, if not more than, women. Damián’s face said everything. And after a long silence, while the ceiling fan spun without cooling anything, Ivo nodded.

—Okay. But you do your thing.

***

Propped up against the pillows, Ivo began to feel his friend’s caresses. Damián had taken his clothes off without being asked, and that was the difference: he was well endowed. A long, thick, straight cock, veins standing out, and underneath, two heavy balls that looked like they had been loaded for days. He had shaved everything, and the smooth skin made it all seem even bigger.

Damián wrapped his hand around Ivo’s cock and started jerking him off slowly. At first it was only a tingle, but Ivo’s body responded on its own: it began to harden, recovering what shame and ice had taken away. Soon he was moaning, lifting his hips, thrusting himself against his friend’s hand.

—Fuck —he panted, moving his pelvis, fucking Damián’s fist.

It lasted barely a minute. He came with a long spasm and collapsed on the bed, out of breath. Damián clicked his tongue.

—You didn’t last at all —he said, wiping his hand slowly—. Come on, come here, I’m going to show you what it’s like to be with a real guy.

Ivo didn’t protest. He had never been the one in charge in situations like this, and this wasn’t going to be any different. He sat up, knelt at the edge of the bed, and, without needing to be asked twice, took that cock into his mouth. It barely fit, it was so thick. His tongue slid over the head, saliva dripped down his chin, and Damián, with a hand on the back of his neck, set the rhythm.

—Like that, no teeth —he ordered in a low voice—. Slowly. That’s it.

Damián felt above him in every sense, even though Ivo was almost a head taller when standing. He liked to be in charge, and Ivo liked being ordered around; the distribution of roles was clear from the first minute.

***

A few more minutes of that and Damián positioned him on all fours in the middle of the mattress. Ivo still had the taste of cock in his mouth when he felt his friend’s hands spreading his cheeks, preparing him calmly, first with one finger, then patiently after that. He didn’t want to hurt him, he just wanted to get in.

And when he went in, he did it more easily than Ivo expected. Both of them groaned at once, but Ivo’s was longer, more disbelieving, as if he still couldn’t quite believe that the whole thing fit inside him.

—Relax —Damián told him, grabbing his hips—. There. It’s all inside you.

He started moving slowly, gaining confidence with every thrust, until the rhythm became firm, steady, deep. Damián’s balls slapped against Ivo’s body, while Ivo clenched the sheets in his fingers and moaned into the pillow. It went on like that for a good while, much longer than Ivo had lasted during his turn, until the pleasure became unbearable.

—I can’t hold it any longer —Damián growled, burying himself to the hilt.

And he came inside, with a shudder that ran all the way down his back. He stayed still for a few seconds, breathing deeply, and then slowly pulled out.

—So you learn —he said, giving his ass cheek a slap before stepping away.

To finish the humiliation, Damián took a ruler from the table and measured both cocks, his and his friend’s. Even at rest, Damián’s was clearly bigger.

—I hope you learned something —he teased, holding the base of his cock and tapping Ivo on the cheek with it, while Ivo smiled like an idiot, still dazed.

—I learned something —Ivo admitted, laughing.

***

A few days went by without either of them mentioning what had happened. They acted like nothing had, eating together, watching series sprawled on the sofa, and the afternoon slipped by over beers and complicit silences. But something had changed between them. Ivo found himself staring at Damián’s hands while they talked, remembering how they had felt on his skin, and he noticed that his friend was also watching him more than usual when he thought Ivo wasn’t paying attention.

At night, alone in the guest room, Ivo kept turning it over in his head. I shouldn’t have liked it that much, he thought, and yet he kept going back to the same memory over and over. The size difference, the deep voice giving him orders, that feeling of not having to decide anything and just letting himself be carried along. It was hard to admit even to himself, but he wanted more.

Until one stifling afternoon, with the air heavy and the sky white with heat, Ivo returned to the villa to go for a swim in the pool.

Damián was already in the water, without swim trunks, letting his cock float however it pleased. Ivo undressed too and got in. The difference between the two of them was so obvious it was almost funny, and they both knew it without needing to say it.

They floated around for a while, splashing each other, talking about anything at all. And then, without warning, Ivo got out by the ladder, leaned on the edge, and got on all fours on the hot tiles.

—My balls hurt again —he said, glancing back over his shoulder with a half smile—. See if you can empty them again.

The look on Damián’s face changed completely. No more was needed. He got out of the water dripping wet, already hard, ready to go back into that same place again.

—Of course —he said, coming closer slowly—. That’s what friends are for.