I took Judo freshman year of college, and the female instructor showed moves how to hit a guy in the crotch.  The instructor was not really trying to hit anyone, but the girls in the class started doing it.  As the class went on the girls seemed to get a bigger and bigger kick out of hitting the guys in the balls, and they'd talk about which guys got hit the last class, and then they started trying to do it before and after class.  I still hadn't gotten hit, and neither had a guy from my floor named Judd, and after one class I overheard a bunch of girls talking about this. 

Before the next class I was getting ready, taking off my shoes & socks, and talking to Judd.  I saw a woman start to walk up to us from behind Judd and I started to cover my nuts at her approach, but she smiled at me, shook her head "no" and motioned toward Judd, meaning that she was going for him.  I smiled back and kept talking to him to distract him, thinking that it would be funny to see him finally get hit.  She crouched down behind him and curved her arm making a fist.  I wasn't exactly sure what she was doing until I saw her fist start to come up between his legs. I noticed that Judd was smiling at me, and I thought that her fist would end his smile.  I was smiling at back him, actually looking forward to seeing him get hit, until I realized why Judd was smiling at me...

I looked down and saw a fist whipping up between my legs.  It hit my sweats and I felt it connect with my sack square on, but I didn't feel any pain for a moment.  It was no worse than a light punch to the stomach and I hoped that was it, but I knew from experience it was only the moment of delay before the pain.  I looked back at Judd, who must have just gotten hit himself, and he was looking at me and neither of us was smiling anymore.  Then PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, PAIN, and I clutched my nuts with both hands. I involuntarily bent at the waist, and my head knocked into Judd's head, who must have been on the way down himself.  I was trying my best to keep standing, and heard the girl who came up behind Judd yell "We got all 4."  I fell sideways onto the ground, and saw another girl getting congratulated by the other girls in the class.  She must have been the one who punched me from behind.  I still couldn't breath and felt like throwing up, and was embarrassed lying there with my hands over my nuts, looking up at this mass of girls pointing and laughing.  Judd and I just layed there, unable to talk, as the girls joked about our pain.  We eventually crawled over to the wall, and spent the entire class recovering, blaming oneanother for not giving warnings about the sack attacks. The next class I felt a hand coming up through my legs and with lightening quick speed spun around, knocking the fist away with my legs, to see the girl who racked me the class before.  Man, all of the guys were glad when that class ended.

--Rob
Los Angeles
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