My second story is an account of an experience which happened years before the story about my “Visit with My Cousin” story which has already been posted. The “Cousin” instalment is actually a follow-on from this story, but both were originally written as stand-alone stories, which is why a couple of paragraphs may appear as repetitive, e.g. the description of how large rubber playground balls were manufactured back in the 1950’s and that description was written for any of you who are only familiar with our modern day plastic and nylon types of large playground balls, which certainly are not the same as the original large rubber types.
A Young Life Experience.
This story is a recollection of some activities that occurred many years ago when I was very young and in my very early learning years. If any new event is observed for the first time through young eyes it often imprints strongly on the memory and many details can be recalled in much detail years later.
This event was when I was just a youngster of 5 or maybe 6 years of age and it made quite a significant impression on me even though I had no idea of what was actually happening at the time. What I was innocently witnessing at the time was a selfish and as it eventually transpired a rather spiteful teenaged boy openly using my very large soft rubber playground ball to excite himself to orgasm and wasn’t at all bothered about me watching him when he ejaculated.
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It all began in the 1950’s when I was about 5 or 6 years old growing up on a small isolated farm, without any regular play friends living nearby. One of my few playthings was a very large red rubber playground ball of perhaps 12 or 14 inches in diameter; much bigger than any standard sized soccer ball or basket ball. In the early years before inflatable nylon and PVC plastics all large playground balls were made out of soft flexible rubber filled with air at the factory. The type of rubber used was very similar in thickness and strength that is used today to make rubber hot water bottles. The added weight of the thick flexible rubber gave the ball much better bounce qualities than any of today’s light weight plastic and PVC playground balls. Two half-moon shaped hollow shells of thick soft rubber were made which were then heat bonded together and inflated with air until hard to form a strong and flexible ball with excellent stretch and bounce qualities. After inflation at the factory, the tiny air hole was permanently sealed off to prevent any air leakage. It was then delivered to the retail store ready for sale. Unfortunately, as natural rubber ages it also slowly degrades until eventually the rubber becomes so soft and flexible it puts the ball in danger of being accidentally burst should someone fall heavily on it during rough playing.
My big rubber ball was a birthday present from several years before and with regular playing together with the harsh outdoor weather had gradually deteriorated the rubber so that the ball had become quite soft and supple but it was still strong enough to endure my childhood games. I had been told to play any of my kicking games with the big ball in a grassed area behind the old timber barn, which was some distance away from the house, to prevent any damage to the flower gardens.
One this particular day when I was all alone and noisily kicking my big ball around, a bigger and much older teenaged boy from the farm next door suddenly appeared on the scene and insisted on letting him join me in my games with the big ball. Being so young and much smaller in comparison to his age and physical size, I found his unexpected arrival and domineering manner unsettling at first, but he appeared friendly enough.
He just stood casually nearby and watched me playing my simple game of kicking the big ball around and then up against the rear wall of the solid old timber barn, but after a time he began taking an oddly excited interest in the large rubber ball as it noisily bounced around. I noticed him becoming increasingly restless while he was waiting to have his turn with the big ball. He finally demanded taking his turn with the big ball and when I reluctantly stood aside, he scooped the big ball up into his arms and tightly squeezed it against his chest a couple of times. With a strange grin he said “I’d like it to be a bit softer but a good kicking will soon fix that.” Dropping the big ball back onto the ground, he started kicking it against the barn wall as I had been doing, but his kicking was much more aggressive and he was very soon kicking the large ball in a strange and wildly excited way. At first, when the big ball slammed hard against the solid barn wall, it was making a distinctly hollow sounding “ploomp” when it easily rebounded back off the wall. Each time the large ball came bouncing and rolling back towards him, he blocked it with his foot and then with gleeful laughter excitedly kicked it again, each time a bit harder than before. Eventually he was kicking the ball with such savagery that it seemed like he was deliberately trying to burst it. His energetic kicking game appeared to highly excite him and he kept vigorously rubbing the large bulge in the front of his jeans while laughing breathlessly. During several more minutes of excited and savage kicking, the sound of the re-bounding ball suddenly changed from a hollow sounding “ploomp” to an unusual “flopping” sound as it slammed hard against the solid wall. The change in sound seemed to be what he was waiting for because when the ball returned flopping and rolling towards him he suddenly blocked it with his foot, picked it up and tightly squeezed against his chest again. “Oh yes, that feels much better, now it’s ready for me to have my bit of fun.” then with a big smile he said “Whew! That was hard work! Let’s go over in the shade and you can watch me while I enjoy using your lovely big rubber ball”
I followed him over into the shade of the tree where he dropped the big ball onto the damp grass. Standing over it, he used his foot to carefully roll it into position under him, and without warning suddenly dropped forwards onto his knees just in front of the ball. Purposely falling backwards, he landed heavily on top of the ball and when he bounced upwards the big ball suddenly slipped from under him. Toppling backwards onto the damp grass, he landed on his back. Laughing excitedly, he quickly jumped back on top of the ball and sat down heavily on it, but this time he clamped the squashy ball firmly between his knees to prevent it escaping from him again. Straddling the big ball between his legs he began grinding his weight around in circles on top of it and said “Ohh shit yes, that feels really good! This should be fun!” Giggling excitedly, he rolled himself backwards and forwards on top of the squashy ball, using his grinding weight to deliberately stretch the soft rubber until it had compressed down to less than half of its normal height. Joyfully watching the big ball slowly being squashed under his grinding weight, it eventually looked like a large bulging donut underneath him. Giggling excitedly, he reached behind and punched his fist into the side of the bulging ball. Laughing with delight, he suddenly rolled sideways off the big ball and then flipped himself over and quickly lay down on top of it. Lifting and dropping his crutch up and down on it, he watched with fascination as the big ball flexed and bulged then quickly recovered when he lifted his weight back off it. As he lay on the big ball with his full weight riding on it, he grinned with pleasure when he saw that the big ball appeared to be almost squashed flat underneath him. Gleefully rolling himself backwards and forwards on top of it, he gave a couple of playful bounces on it and said that it was beautiful and soft. “I am really going to enjoy riding this big one” When I said that I wanted my ball back he just laughed. Punching his fist into the bulging sides he said that he wanted to use it for a while and then afterwards he might have some fun bursting it! When he said that, I became alarmed and worried that he was about to destroy my big ball. My anxious look made him laugh and he spitefully taunted me by lifting and dropping his weight up and down on the big ball, deliberately causing it to bulge dangerously. With a teasing laugh he said “Your big ball feels really good, it’s so soft and squashy.” When I yelled at him to get off the ball he just giggled and said “Go on then, see if you can make me get off it!” and laughed excitedly.
As he lay on top of my big ball giggling and bouncing, I tried pushing him off it but I wasn’t strong enough and he just laughed at my desperate rescue attempts. Every failed rescue attempt by me only seemed to heighten his excitement. Laughing wildly, he jabbed his fingers into the squashy sides of the ball and said “Your big rubber ball is a really good ride, I will be most annoyed if it bursts before I’ve finished using it.” Suddenly he rolled sideways off the big ball and swiftly unzipped his jeans, excitedly exposing an erection. Before I could react and rescue the ball he quickly got back on top of it and with breathless excitement repeatedly rammed his erection deep into the squashy ball. Each grunting thrust caused the squashy ball to bulge out alarmingly and when it began making a loud “ploomp ploomp ploomping” sound he laughed teasingly as he said “Oh no! I think it’s going to burst!” but then he excitedly groaned “Ohhh shit I’m coming!”
The thrusting abruptly stopped and he lifted himself up until he was just clear of the badly squashed ball and I was stunned when he began ejaculating. I stood by in shocked silence as I watched him grunting and laughing with glee as he spurted a slimy white mess all over the ball. He giggled as he watched his mess forming into a small puddle in the middle of the large hollow of the badly deformed ball. Breathing heavily he said “Geez that felt good!” and suddenly flopped back on top of the big ball where he lay giggling until he had recovered his breath.
Slowly getting up off the ball he stood behind it grinning while he casually zipped up his jeans. Then he savagely kicked it over into the long grass and walked off with a pleased smile on his face. I cleaned his slimy mess off my badly squashed ball by washing it in the cow’s watering trough and then left it in the sun to dry before playing with it again. Afterwards I hid it amongst some bales of hay in the shed so he wouldn’t be able to find it again if he was to come back.
On his next visit he pretended that he wanted to have a game with my big ball and he excitedly searched for it, but as soon as he discovered its hiding place he just dropped it on the ground and unzipped his jeans. Quickly getting on top of the big ball, he began laughing wildly as he started riding it, bouncing and grunting, until finally he gave a loud groan. Shortly afterwards he got up and left, again leaving his slimy mess on the badly squashed ball. I had to clean the ball again before I could play with it and it wouldn’t bounce properly anymore because of the big hollow in it.
About a week later he showed up again when I was playing with the big ball but this time there was no pretence of wanting to play; he just snatched the ball away from me. When I complained he just pushed me out of his way, dropped the ball on the ground and sat on top of it. As he sat on the ball, he excitedly unzipped his jeans and pulled out a huge erection. After spitting on his hand he gleefully wrapped it tightly around his stiffness and started lightly bouncing on the ball, using each upward bounce to thrust his erection into his fist. Faster and harder he bounced until he groaned loudly and began spurting all over the ball. He stood up and giggled when he saw the mess he had made and said “That’s the best one ever” then laughed.
Pointing to the badly misshapen ball, I complained that he was slowly ruining it. He pretended to be sorry when he said “Oh dear! Look what I have I done to your poor ball!” and laughed. He wasn’t at all sorry. His bouncing weight had badly stretched the soft rubber leaving the ball looking almost flat with a hollow bigger than a grapefruit. He said that riding my big ball had been huge fun and now it was time to have even more fun bursting it.
Roughly pushing me out of his way, he put his foot on the badly squashed ball and very carefully rolled it into a position directly underneath him. Then with a silly giggle he suddenly dropped down and landed on it but he bounced upwards and fell off it. Laughing wildly he quickly scrambled to his knees and toppled forwards, dropping his full weight onto the big ball with a flop. Giggling excitedly when it didn’t burst the first time, he tried again again, until he finally succeeded in bursting it.
With a malicious laugh he said “Oh dear, look what have I done to your precious ball!” and laughed again as he picked up the burst and flattened ball. Joyfully examining it, he carefully searched the flattened ball until he found the ragged split where it had burst open. He inserted his fingers into the hole and stretched it wider and wider until the ball tore into halves, and then with a spiteful laugh tossed the two pieces high up onto the roof of the barn where I couldn’t reach them. He said that riding my big rubber ball then bursting it had been the best fun he’d had in a long time and walked off with a smug smile on his face. With tears in my eyes I ran up to the house and described to my mum as best as I could what he had done to my big ball. She came down to the barn with me and used a long handled hay rake to recover the torn pieces off the roof, then burnt them in the fireplace. At the time I had no understanding of what type of pleasurable game he had been having with my big rubber ball, and it was only in later years during one of my visits to my cousin’s farm that I came to understand why.
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