I didn't want to stare, or actually I did. I just didn't want anyone to see I was staring. I fixated my eyes outside the train windows. Yet I couldn't help myself. Whenever the man moved my eyes were drawn to his massive bulge.
The train started to slow, we were pulling into a station. Should I get off the train, what would that guy be doing? My eyes caught a glimpse of a large arena and that's when I realized something. That's where I wanted to go, the sports arena.
I quickly got up as the train slowed to a halt. Pushing passed the other passengers I made my way to the exit and shuddered as I felt the business man's large testicles brush by my leg. Accidentally obviously. I briefly hesitated, did I really want to leave him behind. Yes, I needed to see the sports teams now.
I hurried across the crowded platforms to the exit, dodging the crowds as I went. I was so anxious to see this. In the old world, they often said that men needing to perform their best needed to abstain from sex. But what would that mean now? Did they still hold off and thus were all forced to run around with huge full balls. I felt a stirr in my pants.
Or did they have regular jack off sessions to keep them small and keep themselves fast and if so, how often en how and where? Whatever the case, I needed to see this. I needed to see this now. I could only hope that there were men training.
The massive white sports dome towered before me. Images of the local soccer team and their male and female star players were plastered on the walls smiling down on potential visitors.
Frustratingly, all of them were shot from the waist up, was this world blue balling me?
I hurried across the parking lots towards the entrance gate.
Closed. "Fuck." Either there was no training going on or it was a closed session.
Okay, I needed to think. I sauntered back to the train station. What were my options? I could look up a match on the internet. There should be plenty of clips to be found, my hand gripped my phone.
But that somehow just felt like cheating? I let go of my phone. No, not cheating, just... less interesting. There would be too big of a distance probably. It would be like going to see a statue of Apollo and then only watching from the other side of the hallway instead of up close.
Actually, now that I think about it, what would those statues look like now?
No, focus. One step at a time. For now I wanted to see those balls bouncing around live and in person. Same way that a live concert just adds a certain charm that a recording misses, even if both have their virtues.
So, what other options were there then? I could try a different sport or maybe the amateur clubs would be a better idea. I pulled out my phone and searched the internet for the nearest teams.
I never knew my town had so many teams. Though, frustratingly, the first results were all women teams. I never realized we had so many women teams in the city. Or was that a side effect of my change? Did giant pleasure balls that ran hot get in the way of sports leaving it mostly to women? Or maybe I just never noticed it before?
I shrugged. Either way, I finally found a nearby amateur sports complex. To my delight, it's just a short bus ride from here. I picked up the pace, going from a saunter to a jog. My own large balls bouncing and moving in my specialized short.
The bus was about to leave when I arrived. A last minute sprint and some frantic waving allowed me to catch the drivers attention. The good man stayed just long enough for me to jump in.
The bus didn't have many passengers, so I just took a seat halfway the bus and set the book down next to me while I checked the address on my phone once more. Behind me on the back seats some male teens were comparing bulge sizes in hushed whispers. A sense of loss crept into me, but why?
I looked down at my own equipment. Did my balls seem bigger? The fabric seemed thinner at least. I covertly ran my hand over my balls. They felt warmer, oh right. It hadn't actually released anything myself either. How big could I get? How much cum could I hold. I would probably have to do something about that at some point.
My dick was tingling, okay different thoughts. A red light on the ceiling of the bus turned on with a loud ping, a large barely legible flat screen mounted from a stand showed the street name.
"Crap!" This is my stop!
I jump up and hurry to the exit.
The sports fields stretch out before me. Being amateur, it wasn't nearly as impressive as the stadium earlier. But what it lacked in stature it made up for in sheer expansiveness. Tracks, soccer fields, football fields, hockey fields, tennis fields. It seemed like every sport you could think of could be found here. Contained by little more than a slightly rusted chain link fence stretched out across the edges.
A walked onto the park passing underneath a large metal arch displayed the word "welcome" in steel letters. I couldn't wait. I almost got hard just thinking of what I could be finding.