My first true ballbusting experience was at the end of high school with my straight best friend. He knows that I am gay and is totally cool with it (we have even seen each other’s cocks before which was great), and one day he started asking questions about how sex life is like for gay men and it got to the point where he started to ask about what kind of kinks I was into. I had never told anyone besides past relationships that I enjoyed ballbusting and what it entailed, but at this point I was eager to tell him because I was hoping that it would lead to something more (it did I’m almost there).

He was shocked when I told him, but so curious and fascinated. I began to tell him that I liked getting them squeezed, punched, kneed, and kicked, and he asked “Well, fuck, I mean how hard are these hits that can you take?” And I responded “Well should we just try it out?”

He got up and so did I, and I made him wait just one second while I stripped off my pants and underwear and put on nothing but exercise shorts (he wasn’t comfortable with me being nude so that was the next best thing). He asks me if he can kick my hand first just to make sure he doesn’t kick my balls too hard, to which he kicks my hand too softly, and I have to tell him to kick me harder twice. After finding a good power level, I widened my legs, with my big, tight balls and hard dick perfectly outlined in my now tight exercise shorts. As he pulls back his athletic and toned leg, my eyes light up bright, as I have been waiting for this moment for years. I feel the bridge of his foot perfectly collide into my balls, and it was a solid hard kick.

I let out a slight moan and he concerningly asked me if I was OK, and I responded by lifting my chest up, spreading my legs once more, and asked for it again. He was the first and by far the best buster I have ever had, as he was athletic and coordinated enough to smack both of my nuts with each kick. After about 8 solid kicks, I checked up on him to make sure him and his straight self were still comfortable with this. He told me that he was having so much fun, and asked me if I wanted to keep going. Of fucking course I wanted to keep going.

I instructed him to come closer to me, put his hands on my shoulder, and to lift his knee directly up and to follow through with his knee, just to make sure I was bruised up enough to remember this moment for the next week.  These were his favorites, and he began to understand how to read what my limits are. He kneed me harder and harder, crushing my balls up into my pelvis with his muscular thigh. The knees kept coming, and I couldn’t hold my expression to how good it made me feel. My cock started to leak precum, and I think he noticed it. He asked if I was done, and I could tell that he was getting to the point of wanting to stop. But, I needed one grand finale. I told him to give me a knee hard enough to drop me, and right when I got up to give me 3 back to back hard kicks.

He glanced at me with a raised eyebrow and said, “Are… are you sure?” At this point, I couldn’t contain my excitement, “Please do it”.

I once again spread my legs and slightly bent my knees, pushing my balls against the fabric of my shorts to the point where you could see each one, waiting for my straight friend’s knee and foot to pound them. He put his hands on my shoulders, stepped back, and thrust his knee straight for my balls. This was hard, extremely hard, and I immediately felt pain shoot up my stomach, but all I could think of was how lucky I was as I dropped towards the floor. I grabbed my boys, making sure they were good to go, stood up, and spread em one more time. My friend stepped back, kicked my right testicle and thigh, stepped back again and landed his second kick directly for both of them with so much force that my knees buckled, and I dropped.  I needed one more kick, one that I would feel for weeks, so I sat up on my knees, and shuffled my legs apart with my balls dangling in my shorts just a foot off the ground.  I looked up at him, nodded, and he sent his foot flying into my nuts. It was the perfect finale kick, and I held them as I laid on the floor for a solid 30 seconds. I went to the bathroom and checked my balls out, and they were perfectly swollen.

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My cousin and his family would visit us around the holidays. My first was when I was 8 and he was 7. We would wrestle in our tighty whities. We had a rule, though, that if one of us went for the other’s nuts then the opponent got a free kick. Well, he claimed that I had gotten him, which was an all out lie. I argued with him and pleaded with him but he overpowered me and stood me spread eagled in front of the back door of the house. He took a step back (couldn’t have been his first time kicking a guy) and dropped me with a solid kick from his arch. Instantly, I was hooked on nut pain.

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DekzY

Well I think first it was in a bus. I was travelling from my hometown to my hostel at night and fortunately or unfortunately the bus was also not that crowded and I was at the last seat in the bus. Some random elder dude boarded the bus and sat right beside me even though the bus was very empty.

I should have suspected but initially we were talking about random stuff and suddenly he started touching my thigh. I hate to admit that getting groped in bus was not my first experience but this time it was not just the groping. I expected he would grope me but suddenly he grabbed one of my balls and grinned at me. Initially he started with mild squeezing but then just forced me to spread my legs and started slapping my balls. I didn’t react much cause I had my pants and underwear on, so there was not much impact. But he just wanted to see me moan in pain so throughout the journey he kept squeezing and slapping my balls eventually I submitted and started whining in pain. Maybe that made him feel satisfied so he just winked at me and changed the seat.

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well, it depends on what you define as the first experience. It started when we were around 13 when we thought it was funny to hit a classmate in the balls. Within weeks it became a sort of sport among us boys. and yes, I got to the front pretty quickly. I liked seeing when someone got hit in the balls, their reaction. And yes, I also liked the feeling when someone reached between my legs or hit my balls. But there were only rarely really hard hits.
The first experience I remember as real ballbusting:
We had a new one in the class and of course he was tested on “our sport”. At some point we both got into a fight. We were doing well and some people were standing around us to watch. Then suddenly two teachers were there and well we both had to go to the school principal. We had to listen to a lot of blah blah and both got a punishment. When we were on our way back to our classroom, classes were already back in session and no one but us was in the hallways. Suddenly the guy said “let’s get something straight once and for all – you’ll never put me in a situation like that again.” He pushed me against a wall and without warning he rammed his knee between my legs twice.
Holy shit. I had never had my balls hit so hard before. I immediately fell to the ground, doubled over and could only moan. I just lay there for several minutes before slowly limping back to my class while my balls hurt like hell. I was kind of out of the game.
However, a few hours later at home when the pain subsided… damn. that was a completely new feeling. I got a hard on. and well, I had the most intense cumshot at the time. And yes, I was kind of back in the game again.

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I don’t really remember.

It was popular among the boys when I was in grade school, probably in 5th or 6th grade.

Those were “one shot” things as a generally and not an extended meeting or anything.

Targets of opportunity type of thing.

That went on through high school.

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