Pussy Envy 12

Pussy Envy 12

I and my friend Tom were riding bicycles around the park, I trying to catch up

with him, when all of a sudden his bike bumped over some rock lying on the path

and Tom soared up in the air and then abruptly flopped with his groin right down

on the metal bar of his bike. There was the loudest scream of pain and a great

collapse down on the ground.

I at once got off my bike and ran up to Tom. He wasn't able to talk but moan

something about his poor balls. And indeed his balls were poor. The impact on

the bar had been so hard as set his poor organs and the rest of his body on

hellish fire. The fire that all the males instinctively try to quench by

clutching their gonads in their hands but as it always goes all in vain. Hold

your balls or not, when they've been hit, the agonizing fire inside will not get

under your control. Nevertheless, everytime we, males, get hit down their we at

once grasp our testicles and keep them in our hands as long as they keep

burning. Our vulnerable testicles, our precious balls, our so pathetically

helpless organs. From the very first time they were hitdown there our hands are

always ready to fend off every sort of attack on those two round objects between

our legs, not always sucessfully, and fondle them after their weakness was

proved for one more time.

For about ten minutes Tom was writhing on the floor, absolutely overpowered

by the agony, and all that time I was standing over him and heartily laughing.

When the pain had soothed enough to let him speak, his first words were those:

"Oh, damn, it's good there's no girl around here."

"But why?" I asked.

"They'd laughed their asses off while watching me."

"But I've already laughed my own one off watching you.

"Oh," Tom gave out a heavy sigh, "you are a different story, Gene.

You're a boy, you've got balls yourself and you know the pain. But for girls

it's just mere fun to see somebody get his balls hit."

"And I think it's a pity there's no girl around here," I said.

"Why?" Tom sounded in surprise as well as in pain.

"It'd be grerat. I love it when girls see how we, boys, are weak down there

and laugh at our weakness. An it's twice as great if it's a girl who hits the

guys'balls. It's such fun."

"What the hell fun?" Tom said rubbing his balls. "It gives lots of pain.

Have you ever been kicked in the balls by a girl?"

"Lotta time"."

"Don't tell me," Tom sat up against a tree, his hands still between his

legs, "that every time you felt no pain and laughed from fun."

"Every time it was the same terrible pain as all boys feel. My balls are as

weak as anybody else's. And it were girls who laughed not me, anyway I liked it,

I just like to show that any girl can overcome a man by hitting his balls, all

our muscles are useless since our balls got hit."

"Yea, girls only can fight dirty..."

"Why dirty? Why do you call it dirty. Our balls are part of our body like

ouw shoulder or feet. And it's our problem, I mean the boys', not the girls',

that they are so sensitive. So we should protect them better and that's it. And

there's nothing dirty for girls in using their advantage against our natural

weakness. I do love helping girls enjoy that advantage."

"You talk like an idiot," said Tom as he was trying to get up, his right

hand pressed against the tree and the left holding his nuts...

In a week or so I and tom went to the bathhouse, where we met a company of

our friends. In the shower room we started a playful fight. We were all naked

and it was a real fun, specially to keep balance on the slippery floor. It was a

friendly scuffle but all of a sudden one of the boys kicked another right in the

balls. The poor guy at once fell down, crying: "Balls, my balls,"

All the boys surrounded him and started laughing. I looked around the crowd

fixing my eye on the twitching from laugh scrotums and penises of the boys. I

wondered what every boy had in mind. Did any one of them think about girls and

the advantage they had because of the more perfectly designed body. The body

without those protruding, vulnerable organs that were now trembling between

their legs. Did any one of them mentally compared his own body with the female

one at the moment. Did any one welcome the vision of a girl's pussy to his

mind, while before his eyes there was a row of male genitals. Did any one felt

some kind of pussy envy, while watching that guy on the wet floor rolling from

side to side, crying about how his little balls hurt, the balls he was terribly

clutching in his little hands. Did the boy himself remember at that painful

moment how smooth was his sister's groin and did he wish he had the same cute

slit between his legs instead of that sack filled with searing pain and a weiner

helplessly wobbling over his hands. Did he dream through the pain of some kind

of magic that could replace the thing he had between the legs by a pussy and

give the pain away to let him get up proudly before the laughing boys and kick

one of them right in their puny, hanging balls and then laugh scornfully at him

while watching him desperately rolling on the floor, crying: "My balls, my

balls," and desperately clutching those poor balls in front of the one who stood

over him with only a cute slit between the legs and nothing hanging from the

groin. I wanted to talk about ii with the boys but I was sure they'd never

speak. Men are never bound to talk about such things. I could easily confess my

pussy envy to any girl but it was so hard to talk it over with guys.

So I looked at the boy on the floor and the other guys and realized that to

make the fun complete the scene needed one more person there, a person without

balls, a one with a pussy. I wished there were a girl and watched all the scene.

I came closer to Tom and said: "It's a pity there's no girls to see that por

boy and all those naked guys."

Tom cast a a glance of reproach at me.

"Again talking that crap of yours?"

I didn't answer and stepped aside...

On our way back from the bathhouse Tom asked me.

"Gene, are you serious with all that stupid talk of yours?"

"What talk?"

"That crap about loving to be kicked in the balls."

"It ain't crap, I say what I think and feel."

Tom halted and looked straight into my eys.

"I won't believe you," he shook his head. One can't like being kicked in the

balls, specially being kicked by a girl."

"What makes you think so?"

"First - it hurts like hel, it hurts like nothing else in the world, you can

do nothing about that damn pain."

"And what is second?" I iquired.

"Second, it's just as I told about girl, a boy can't love being kicked in

the balls by girls."

"But why?"

"Because.., just remember me in the park, remeber that guy in the

bathhouse. Me and him were absolutely helpless. We couldn't get up.If a girl

sees a boy in such state, she will think that boys are weaker... I think no boy

wants to look weaker."

"Tom, I don't think that boys are weaker than girls but we have balls which

if not protected could turn us in helpless creatures. It's fact and girls know

it."

"I wish

girls never knew it. It was my sister who learned me how my balls are weak are.

You know she's two years

older than me. I was very small then and romping about the house, making lotta

noise and disturbing my sister. She asked me to get quiet and I wouldn't listen

to her. So she said that if I didn't obey she was going to make so that I

would't be able to romp about for the rest of the day. I said I wasn't afraid of

her a bit and she wasn't able to stop me in any way. So she kicked me in the

balls and there i was, down on the floor and all in pain. I'd never knew that

balls could cause such suffering. After I gained my breath I moaned that after I

recovered from the pain I would get up and kick her in the balls too. She

laughed like crazy and do you know what she did? She said that girls don't have

balls unlike weak boys and yank her pants down just to show me that it was

truth. Then she got her pants back on and with the loudest laugh ran outside.

And I stayed lying on the floor for a about an hour. I felt awful, I discovered

that sister could so easily make me helpless and destroy all the day. I hate

being hit in the balls by girls, just hate. So I don't believe you like such

things."

"Then tell me, Tom, have you ever envied girls?" I asked

"What do you mean - "envied"?"

"Did you ever wish to have a pussy?"

"Never!" Tom snapped. "I hate girls, how could I wish such a thing!I hate them, I hate their silly brains, their dirty fighting and along with everything I hate their pussies. We are "haves" and they are mere-sheer "have-nots". Just don't tell me, Gene, you ever wanted to have that hole between your legs. And won't ever believe that a guy can enjoy letting those silly "have-nothing-in-the-pants" abuse his precious balls. Such things just make them, girls, beleive that they are something superior to us, boys, with just that hole between their legs. But it's me who are superior, me who has balls, who has a wiener. So guys shouldn't let girl kick their precious possessions. I don't think that you wannna see a girl standing over your and cracking her silly jokes about your balls just because she doesn't have them in her pants. That girl who herself wants to have someting between her legs but she knows she'll never have anyting down there and it makes her pretend that by making your balls hurt she proves that it's better to be a "has-not". Do you really envy them, Gene."

"Okay, Tom, you are talking too much. To be short I say - I do envy girl and like my balls being kicked by girls. If you don't believe me then let's make a bet. I will let a girl kick my balls in your presence and laugh at me, cracking her "silly jokes" about my balls."

"I agree - and in case you get scared and don't let her hurt your balls, you will give me over your bike."

"Agreed and in case she kicks my balls, you'll be the next one to let her kick you in the balls. It's my condition."

"Okey, and to multiply your fear let their be more that one girl, just to get more laughter."

"And to make our bet more complicated I say - she will kick me in the naked balls and so should you get your pants off if it comes to kicking you."

Tom hesitated for a while and then said: "Okey, let it be. I suggest we do it the day after tomorrow for tomorrow I'm going fishing with my Dad."

"So the day after tomorrow. See ya."

And we parted.

That night I had a dream. The Greece goddess came to my home. I mean the goddess whose sculpture stood in the park. A century ago the park belonged to some Russian duke. He'd erected there several marble statues of ancient Greece and Rome gods and some of them still stood among the trees. The one I just mentioned (I did't know her name, the inscription on the tomb was completely washed away) was completely nude. Not far from her stood a naked Apollo. I often cast glances at their groins and imagined how it'd great if the stone girl could kick that ancient hero in his marble balls. I visualized him writhing at her feet, holding his sack and looking at her smooth groin in terrible envy. I was myself enchanted with that groin of hers, every time comparing it with Apollo's package. Oh, how I wanted her to kick him down there, just in the sight of all passbiers.

And so this goddess visited me in my dream. She was as always absolutely nude.

"Gene," she said in a gentle voice,that resembled Natasha's, "I heard you needed some kind of magic."

"Yes." I replied, "I ought to teach some boy a lesson. I wanna kick him in the balls."

"Then do it, don't hesitate."

"I said I wanted to teach him a lesson. So you know the difference when a boy gets kicked by another boy and when a girl kick him."

"And what the difference, Gene?"

"You know that if all the humans were males they would never talk of "dirty fighting". They'd just kick each other in the balls and that's all. But as half the mankind have no balls men invented that stupid "no-under-belt-hits" rule. It's because men are greatly humilated being kicked in their extremely vulnerable balls by a girl. Women don't have those weak balls and that makes men embarrassed when they are hit down their. I think it's great to set a guy in unbearable pain just with one kick. Don't you know it?"

The goddess smiled: "Sure I know. Sometimes I enjoy myself by kicking Apollo's poor nuts."

I giggled: "So I knew. Well can you award me with such some kind of spell that I could turn my balls and wiener into a pussy maybe just for a short time, just to let me kick him between his legs witha pussy between mine."

"Okay," the goddess said, "I'll give you some kind of spell to get a pussy for a few minutes."

And the next vision brings me in the bathhouse. I see Tom and me showering, both totally naked. Soon I have a row with him and he fiercly kicks me in the balls. The pain brings me down on the floor, my balls in my hand. I feel that pain, it get's more and more severe, I can't bear it any more. My balls are burning. I squeeze them harder and say some magical words. And the pain at once dies out. I don't feel it any longer. And I don't feel the balls in my hand. I grope for my wiener and I don't find it. And I don't find my balls. My "precious" balls are gone. But there's no regretat all, I understand that beneath my hand there's the thing I've been so longing. Tom stands over me, still laughing at my weaskness. I've not yet taken my hand off my groin and he still thinks I'm clutching my poor balls. Alas, Tom. I'm raising my arm up and to his full bewiderment he sees what was hidden under my hand. A "silly hole", but those were his silly words. The thing I have between my legs now makes me feel now a real "have", for I have it, I do possess it and he doesn't have it, he, a poor creature, is a mere "has-not' for he has no power I know possess, the power I feel looking at his things that hang between his legs. I jump to my feet to be right opposite him. He stands, totally confused and enchanted. He looks at the place on my body from where only a few seconds ago hanged a couple of vulnerable balls that made me so helpless, lying at his feet. His subconciousness sends him a signal telling that his own balls are in danger. I gave one more look at my groin, I myself enchanted with it, I feel happy, then I shift my look my gaze to his balls, I see his hand start moving toward those weak things to protect them but my foot is already on its way up into his groin. And then a sharp impact on his soft orbs. And I do know what happens in them at the very moment my foot touched that tender flesh. I don't feel it but I know what it is. And a pleasing, tingling sensation runs from my foot along my leg up to the very place where the same vulnerable organs dwelt just a few seconds ago. And all my body gets that tingling sensation, while Tom's one set on fire, his balls are burning, his abdomen searing. He flops down at my feet. And all I hear is his long scream: "Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaalls!"

I kneel down and grasp him by those "baaaaaaaaalls" of his. He gaves out a louder wail of pain. "My balls, leave them!"

I have no mercy. I don't let his poor balls out of my grasp. I make him absolutely helpless with just one hand. And all that through those organs of his proud. I pull his scrotum up to make him sit up and face my own groin. I don't care now if he envies me or not. That's his problem. And those are his balls in my hand, and I don't care if likes them or not. I like my own groin and don't care much about that piece of weak flesh in my hand. I squeeze it as hard as I can to see him faint from the pain. I stand up and go over to the shower. And now I notice that thereare other men in the bathhouse. They all hold their own balls, their jealous eyes fixed on my......

My pussy? I send my hand under the blanket down to my groin... My pussy? My hand is just holding a pair of balls, a wiener protruding from between the thumb and index finger. There's no pussy down there, as usual. All that was dream but that was o good dream.

I at once remembered my bet with Tom. It was the summer holiday, the classes were far away ahead and i da a lot of free time. I jumped from the bed and dashed to the telephone to dial Natasha's number. I was eager to tell her all about my bet and the dream.

After a brief breakfast, I was hurrying toward Natasha's house...