Yet Another Man Boobs Story
By bustedbyruddysat15
Here's another post, which I wrote around the time of Halloween. The first few paragraphs are about the trend of Halloween costumes getting sexier and more revealing. This segues into a recollection of a high school experience...
(Disclaimer: Fiction yada yada yada)
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... Katie Sung and Gillian Brady had decided to dress up as witches - sexy witches, naturally. They wore those wide-brimmed hats, along with dark brown clothes including short miniskirts. I should explain a bit more about these girls. Gill was your typical pretty, well-endowed blonde with pale skin who wore too much make-up. A lot of my friends said she looked like a porn star. I know her face looked slightly busted, but I still thought she was super-hot.
Katie Sung was a girl I would have worshipped if I had had my Asian fetish back then. She was tall and had long legs, truly an amazingly quality for a Chinese-American girl. She was your typical bitchy cheerleader who loved to party, but she was also a Future Leader of America who was accepted to both Stanford and Harvard with no difficulty. I have to admit, I always wondered how she managed to balance those two sides of her life ... but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Katie and Gill had come to school in cheerleader outfits many times before, so I was used to ogling their legs, but for some reason the whole "witch" thing had an effect on me. It was as if I was hypnotized ... I couldn't take my eyes off the two beauties. I found myself following them like a moth drawn to flame. Realizing that I couldn't be too obvious about it, I slowed my pace so I was walking about six feet behind them. They were talking to each other and laughing about something I couldn't make out.
Right as they approached the cafeteria doors, Gill suddenly turned around, then whispered something in Katie's ear. They quickly veered away. "Oh shit," I thought, "Did they notice me?" As it turned out, they hadn't, but in my paranoia I had no choice but to continue straight forward into the cafeteria. Even though I had already eaten, I went through the motions of getting silverware and then used the reflection in my spoon to locate the girls. Katie was nowhere to be seen, while Gill, to my surprise, was talking to one of my best friends!
Ben Freeland was your typical gawky, reed-thin math geek. He wasn't unpopular, but I had no idea how he could be friends with a hot cheerleader like Gill. Yet there she was, smiling at him, talking to him, putting her arm around him.
I quickly slammed my tray down and went to see if I could get close to them without being noticed. Gill was now leading Ben away from the public annex and into a maze of classrooms which, since it was lunchtime, were now deserted. I quickly picked up my pace and followed them, staying a safe distance behind. She now led him into one of the classrooms. We went to a special school where all the classrooms were "open" - i.e., they did not have doors (a situation which changed after Columbine) - so I was able to sneak up and get a partial view without going in. I could see Gill and Ben talking. As I got closer, I heard him saying something about some Japanese anime series or something. (While he was certainly a genius at math, anime was his main passion in life.) All of a sudden, he stopped. He was looking at something in the part of the room I couldn't see. Then I heard him say loudly, "I'm getting the FUCK out of here."
What Gill did next was so swift that I didn't perceive it until after it was over. She already had her arm draped across Ben's back; when he started to move, she swiftly pivoted, grabbed him by the shoulders, and kneed him in the crotch. Then she backed away to observe his reaction.
I could see the pain and shock register across my friend's face. He didn't double over; instead, he just stood there paralyzed, his back straight, his hands cupping his rapidly swelling genitals. I felt the sharp sting of sympathy pains down low, and even from my voyeuristic point of view I felt shame and humiliation. After all, I had been spying on Gill while thinking lustful thoughts about her and when she kneed Ben I felt like my perversion was vicariously exposed.
Meanwhile, the mysterious presence which had ticked off Ben now stepped forward. It was Katie. I couldn't help but notice how good her legs looked in her dark brown skirt and black leather boots. But what was she doing now? She held up a piece of paper in front of Ben and then slammed it down on the table. "That's a B, Ben," she said angrily. "A B!!! Do you understand? I'm not gonna get into Harvard with a B!"
Some of the air started to return to Ben's lungs, and he managed to blurt out, through clenched teeth, "I'm ... sorry ... was ... so busy that week ... won't ... happen again ..."
Katie strode forward, put her hands on his shoulders, and brought her face within inches of his. "YOU BETTER BELIEVE it won't happen again, buddy!" she said.
"So ... sorry!"
"Oh, you ain't seen 'sorry' yet!" She walked a few steps away, then turned back around and nodded to Gill. Gill walked behind Ben, grabbed his arms, and twisted them behind his back, all the while using her feet to push his legs apart. Deep down, I knew what was coming, but I didn't want to admit it to myself.
"I'm sorry, but can't you see?" Ben pleaded. "Six months and this is the first B. I have to do my own work too!"
"I know you do, Ben," Katie replied smoothly. "But you see, you have to learn to prioritize correctly. From now on, my work comes first, and yours comes second. You got that?" Ben didn't reply; Gill twisted his arm harder. "You got that?" Katie asked again.
"Y-yes," he said.
My head was swimming. Katie Sung, our school's golden girl, the hope of tomorrow, the girl who was going to walk in the gates of Harvard and Stanford, was a cheat!! She was using Ben Freeland to do her math homework for her. (I later discovered that she was doing the same thing with many other students, both male and female, in all of her classes.) And one of my best friends had been hiding this secret from me the whole time?
Katie continued. "And anything less than an A ..." she said ominously, "well, why don't I give you a taste of what'll happen if I get anything less than an A."
I could see the terror in Ben's eyes. "I'll scream," he said.
"No," Katie replied confidently. "You'll try to scream." She nodded to Gill, who clapped her hand over Ben's mouth. Katie brought her leg back.
There were so many emotions running through my head. The first was disillusionment. The second was anger. "Six months"??! How could she have been getting away with it for so long? Isn't anyone going to realize that her impressive CV is a house of cards? And now she's going to destroy my friend's manhood, after he risked his entire academic career for her, just because he slipped up and put himself first for once in six months??!!!! What a bitch!
Of course, the real reason she could get away with things like this is because people like me never tried to stop her. (There were a few complaints made about her later in the year, but by that time she was in bed [figuratively, not literally] with the principal and was therefore fireproof.) So, you may be asking, why didn't I rush out of hiding to defend my friend?
Two reasons. First and foremost, I knew what a cheerleader's legs and a pair of boots could do to a man, and I didn't think it would do Ben any good if I were demolished within seconds of revealing myself. The second reason is more complex: On some level, I enjoyed seeing Ben get his nuts kicked in. I know that sounds terrible, but bear with me. The fact is I was jealous of him. I was one of the best math students at the school, but my skills were only a fraction of his. No cheerleaders ever approached me to do their work for them. Also, I used to be friends with two cheerleaders, but that had fizzled out the previous school year (as I will eventually write about). Needless to say, while it lasted I had not wasted an opportunity to crow about it. Now I had just learned that one of my good friends had been in close contact with two sexy cheerleaders for the past six months, and he hadn't even told anyone?
I don't know whether jealously or cowardice - or just plain disbelief - was a greater factor in my decision to keep hidden, but I did. The world seemed to shift into slow motion. I could see tears rolling down Ben's cheeks. I could see his lips move as he begged for mercy, but no sound came out. I could see Katie's shapely leg draw back and then spring forward. I could see the sadistic smile on Gill's face grow and grow. South of my belt buckle, I could feel an erection rising even as I fought back the urge to cry out with sympathy pain.
She kicked him three times.
I will always remember the look on Ben's face when Katie was done with him. His glasses were completely askew, his face was soaked with tears, and he was whimpering like a little girl. Gill released him, and he slumped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Clara held up her "B" assignment and dropped it over his incapacitated corpus. I wondered if there was anything I could say to Ben the next time I saw him that would give him comfort without shaming him. I realized that the best thing I could do was pretend the whole incident never happened.
The girls were leaving the room now. Just in time, I realized that if they saw me, my apples would be turned into applesauce, and I skedaddled. By now it was only about 10 minutes until the end of lunch, so I headed into the cafeteria to get a cup of coffee. Just as I was about to pour, I heard some familiar voices behind me. I turned and, sure enough, the witch's hats and dark costumes were headed toward me. "Oh shit," I thought, but I kept my cool and was about to pour when I heard Katie say, "Hey!"
My hand was shaking, but I did my best to appear calm as I turned to face her. "Hey," she said, "You're about to finish the coffee."
She was right. The coffeepot was almost empty. I looked down at it. "There's enough for two cups here," I said.
"Yeah, but you're gonna leave me with just the dregs!" she said. I looked at her, not comprehending what she wanted me to do. "Look," she said, smiling, "Why don't you let me take the coffee first? I'll be sure to leave a little for you!"
Now, today, if a sexy Asian girl in a short skirt asked me a favor, I would comply without hesitation. But this was before my Asian fetish, and moreover I had just seen her humiliate and abuse my friend. As I looked at her, I wanted to tell her off. I wanted to publicly expose her at the cheat, the fraud, and the bully that she was. I wanted to destroy her.
Instead, I just said in a voice which meant to sound confident but came out sounding weak, "Look, I was here first. Just wait your turn, okay?"
I knew I had made a terrible mistake when I saw an all-too-familiar smile start to creep across Gill's face. I felt as if I was trapped in a nightmare - I knew what was coming, but I was powerless to stop it. Slowly and deliberately, Katie placed her hand on top of mine in holding the coffeepot. She looked me directly in the eyes and smiled disarmingly. Then she swiftly kicked me in the crotch. I let out a girlish yelp and leaped backward, letting go of the coffeepot (which remained in her hand), and doubled over, holding my testicles in my hands. It was actually a rather soft hit, but it was enough to incapacitate me. Gill held her hand in front of her mouth, barely muffling her righteous laughter at my downfall. Exactly contrary to my wishes, it was Katie who had exposed me. She had shown me to be a weak, pathetic excuse for a man. The witch had worked her magic, and I was her deserving victim.
After she finished pouring her cup of coffee, Katie looked at me (still doubled over) and, with a warm smile, poured the rest of the coffee down the drain. (So much for "Wait your turn.") With a smirk she placed her witch's hat on my head. She and Gill walked away, still laughing....
Even Another Man Boobs Story
So, after having avoided having my nuts pounded (for the most part) for the past few months, I've now had it happen twice in one week!
The first time was a little over a week ago, when my department had an event where next year's prospective students came to visit. Well, let me give you some background first. My first week here, I found my attention focused on one of my fellow grad student, a cute Asian girl. (Yes, "yellow fever" is a terrible disease.) Well, a couple days into the school year and I was having lunch with her when I started talking about what horrible exploitative frauds "psychics" were. I was enjoying my rant when I paused to take a breath and she said in a soft voice, "Well, I believe in psychics."
Needless to say, our conversations pretty much dropped off after that point. This was especially galling because she was one of those super-flirty, social butterfly types, so the fact that she was deliberately ignoring me was super-obvious.
Anyway, we ended up not having any classes together this semester, so I hardly ever saw her. Occasionally, I would pass her on the street and call out a greeting, which she would awkwardly return before scurrying away as fast as her cute little legs could take her.
So yeah, come last Friday and we were there to welcome the new students. I saw "Barbara" (not her real name) for the first time in months. Well, I tried to be friendly. "Hey, Barbara, haven't seen you in a while! What's up?" She was "friendly" right back, but it was all on the surface. I could tell that she was still being cold. For some reason, her hypocritical smarminess made me especially mad.
I bided my time, and finally I got a chance to confront her. As everyone was clearing out of the room after lunch, I realized that I had forgotten some of my books and went back to get them. I realized that Barbara, who had also stayed back to take care of something, was the only other person in the room. Everyone else was in the process of clearing out of the building. I knew it was now or never.
I quickly crept over to the door and shut it. I tried to be as quiet as possible, but Barbara must have sensed something because she looked up. She looked confused.
I decided I had no choice but to step up and sound as confident and authoritative as possible. "Hey, Barbara. Mind if we talk for a second?"
"Um ... sure, Man Boobs." She stepped forward.
"Alone."
She certainly looked uncomfortable, but I wasn't being nearly as intimidating as I'd hoped. I straightened up and stiffened my shoulders. She cast a glance as the (securely shut) door as she said, "Okay. What's up?"
"Barbara, I heard you had an Oscar party last month."
"Yeah, I did. What about it?"
"You invited a lot of people, huh?"
She looked puzzled. "Yeah, I did."
"Why didn't you invite me?"
She gave me a look, as if to say, "Is that what all this is about?" Now that I had gotten what I wanted to say off of my chest, I must have relaxed a bit. She strode forward confidently. "Oh, that! Well, you see ..."
All of a sudden she looked over my shoulder and smiled. "Hey!" she said to whomever she saw there. I had been planning on us being alone and uninterrupted, so I looked over my shoulder with some chagrin. To my surprise, the door was still shut and there was no one there.
A split second later, her foot thudded into my groin. As I slid to the floor, my brain finally put the clues together. But by that time, Barbara was already out the door.
We haven't spoken since.
(Later that day, incidentally, I met one of the prospectives who was a cute young Asian woman in her mid-20s. I promptly honed in on her and we ended up talking for over an hour. She must have gotten mighty sick of me, but I was too smitten to notice and like most Asian girls she was too polite to show her displeasure. She didn't kick or knee me, but she ended up spilling her drink down the front of my pants, "on accident." She "apologized" profusely, but as I headed inside I heard her say to the waitress, also a cute young Asian woman, "God, I wanted to kick that guy in the balls so bad!!" The waitress sympathetically replied, "Yeah, he really seemed like a loser.")
Encounter with Asian girl's foot #2 happened just a few days ago, on Thursday. I was working in the psych lab. For the past few weeks, I've been crushing on a cute half-Asian girl named Tracy, but this week she was joined by a hot, hot Vietnamese girl named Violet and some blonde chick name Julie. Anyway, in between running my subject, I kept trying to infiltrate the conversational circle of these girls. But they just wouldn't let me in!
Anyway, there was a part of my experiment where I was supposed to have the subject dip their hand in a bucket of ice water for five seconds (really!). Well, I didn't know where the ice was. I popped in to ask my boss, who was having lunch in another room, and he told me to have Violet show me. "Yes!" I thought to myself, "At last some quality time alone with the hot Asian chick."
Alas, it was not to be. Instead of coming with me, Violet told me where the ice storage chest was - eight floors down, on the ground floor. When I told her I wasn't sure where it was (still hoping to lure her to come with me), she gave comically (to her friends) exaggerated details about how to find it. Finally, I stormed out the door. As I was leaving, Violet suggested that I take my cell phone with me so I could call her "in case you get lost." It's not that big a building, so I could tell she was subtly mocking me. Still, I held in my temper and calmly informed her that a) I always carry my cell phone with me and b) I didn't have her number. I walked out before she could reply. As I went, I could hear the girls giggling, and I knew it was at my expense.
I got the ice and completed running the subject. As I came back into the lab room, the three girls were still sitting in a circle and talking. I emptied out the bucket and went over to join them.
"Hey Man Boobs," Violet said, "You find the ice chest all right?"
"Yeah, thanks," I said gruffly.
"Well, you might want to go back down and get another bucketful of ice."
"Oh? Why?"
She didn't even bother getting up. From where she was sitting, she just extended her leg, and the tip of her pointy-toed shoe got me. I crumpled to the ground in horrible agony.
As my vision started to blur, I saw Tracy high-five Violet. "I've been wanting to do that for SO LONG," she said, laughing. Julie was also giggling hysterically.
I slooowly rose to my feet and limped over to the sink. I picked up a bucket and limped out the door, the girls laughing at me all the while. I got into the elevator and rode down to the first floor. But when I saw the chest, I didn't bother with the bucket; since no one was around; I just grabbed the scoop and shoveled the ice down the front of my pants. Oh man, it felt SO GOOD. Of course, once the ice melted I didn't feel so great - after all, this was the second time in one week that I had an embarrassing dark stain on my pants in public...
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