I have always been conscious about staying fit and healthy. My preferred activity is to go jogging. But during one particularly hot summer, I decided to go and get a gym membership. I figured I could work out in the air conditioning and maybe get some strength training in as well. There was a nice, new and pristine looking gym that had opened up recently near my apartment. In order to join, I had to sign a six month contract which seemed like a pretty big commitment to make but I usually stick with my goals so I relented and signed up.
It was my third time at the gym and I was wrapping up my workout with a vigorous run on a treadmill when I felt someone touch my shoulder. I spun my head around quickly and saw Barry standing behind me. I was not really friends with Barry. I had gone out drinking with friends a few time and ended up running into him. He always came across as rather arrogant to me but he seemed to be a pretty popular guy. He was the type of guy whom all the girls seemed to think was hot and all the guys wanted to hang out with him. "Hey, unh, Barry..." I muttered through deep breaths as I continued to run in place.
"Hey little bro," Barry spoke to me as he watched me workout. "Did you just sign up? I haven't seen you working out here before. I work out here a lot so I know most of the regulars." Barry flexed his muscular arms as he spoke to me.
I did not doubt what Barry was saying. He did look like he was in pretty good shape. He was bigger than me and had muscles that he did not mind showing off. I began to decrease the speed of the treadmill in preparation of stepping off. "Yeah," I began. "I just signed up a week ago. This is my third time working out here." As the treadmill slowed down to a stop, I stepped off of it. "I have been here for about an hour now, this was the last thing for me."
"Oh cool," Barry said enthusiastically. "I just finished too. We should totally go hit the showers together!" Barry stepped in front of a nearby mirror and checked himself out while he flexed his muscles.
"Well, ok," I spoke as I continued to try and catch my breath. I wiped some sweat that was running down my face. I stepped past Barry and began walking towards the gym's locker room. When I arrived in the locker room, the first thing I did was track down the locker I had put my stuff in. After fiddling with the combination lock, I was able to open up the locker and grab a towel I had brought with me. I used it to wipe the sweat off of my face and neck. As I wiped myself off I could hear the shower adjacent to rows of lockers turn on.
"The water feels fantastic," Barry's deep voice thundered out from the shower. "Come on little bro, hurry up and come in here with me."
"Uhh," I stuttered. "That's ok Barry, you go ahead. I will come shower after you." The thought of showering naked in front of another guy made me feel uncomfortable.
"Come on!" Barry yelled indignantly. "Are you kidding me? Get in here!"
"No Barry," I replied to his bellowing voice. "Actually, my apartment is not very far away from here. I think I'll just go and shower there. It is easier that..."
"No!" Barry's voice yelled out, cutting me off in midsentence. A few seconds went by with nothing but the sound of the running shower filling the locker room. "Oh I get it," Barry continued, his voice interrupting the near silence. "You must have heard all the rumors. Well, there is no reason for you to be intimidated. Come in here and see for yourself."
"Rumors?" I asked questioningly. I had no idea what Barry was talking about. "I do not know what you are talking about. I haven't heard any rumors. I just would prefer to shower at my place."
"You haven't heard?" Barry's voice rung out through the running water. "The word around town is, I have enormous balls, you know? I am talking about really big testicles. Come on in here and I will show you what I am talking about."
"Oh, ohm... ok," I spoke not knowing what to say without sounding incredibly awkward. "That's... ok, I will take your word for it but really I should..."
"Come on man," Barry whined. "Aren't you curious? Just come over here real fast and take a glance at them. Trust me, you are going to be impressed when you see them."
"No Barry," I said uncomfortably. "Don't you think this is getting kind of gay? I mean, I am straight, I don't want to go over there and stare at your..." I choked up a little bit and continued. "Ugh, big... balls."
"Nonsense!" Barry declared. "You watch pornos, right? Well, sometimes you look at other guys' balls. It is no big deal. I am not asking you to take a look at them because you love balls. I just want you to have an appreciation for how big these are." Barry turned off the water to the shower. "Look, don't worry about getting in here naked, I am gonna walk over to where you are and you can see what I am talking about."
"That's ok!" I yelled quickly. "I really have to go!" I grabbed everything out of my locker as fast as I could and rushed out of the locker room. Not once did I look back. As soon as I got home, I got into the shower. I could not stop thinking about what Barry was talking about. He was right; I was kind of curious. Did he really have such enormous balls or was he just messing with me? At the same time, I totally felt creeped out. Why did he want me to shower him with so bad?
I was a little bit reluctant to go back to the gym because I knew if I ran into Barry again, it would be awkward. However, I had signed a contract and made a commitment to working out there so ultimately I felt like I had to go back. I couldn't let the weird encounter between Barry and I ruin my ability to work out at the gym.
The next time I went to work out, sure enough, I ended up running into Barry while I was doing bicep curls. We ended up making eye contact while I was in the middle of lifting some dumbbells. When I saw him, I immediately thought about how his supposedly large balls. Awkwardly, I spoke out, "Oh, uhhh, hey Barry."
"Hey little bro," Barry said confidently as he took a few steps forward. "Great form on those curls there. Keep working at it and you might actually gain some muscle." Barry chuckled.
"Ugh, that's about all my arms can take," I explained. I carefully put the free weights back on to the rack. "Now I just got to work out my chest and I am done." I walked over to the bench press and laid my back against the board.
"I will spot you," Barry volunteered. He stood nearby my head and leaned over so he could grip the bar if I needed help. "How come you left so quickly the other day?"
Carefully I brought the barbell close to my chest. I extended my arms and pushed it back outward. "I'm sorry Barry," I explained. "I realized I was running late and I really had to go."
"Oh," Barry said. He leaned in over my head in preparation as I further extended my endurance. "That's too bad. I was about to show you my huge balls. It's ok though, you can check them out in the locker room today."
My arms trembled a bit as I continued to do reps with the barbell. "That's ok, Barry" I said as I tried to concentrate on the lifting. "I don't want to see them, I believe you." I lowered the bar back down to my chest. As I did so, I heard a rustling noise and all of a sudden I felt something heavy drop down on to my forehead. A musky scent entered my nostrils. On the edge of my peripheral vision, I could see some wrinkly flesh sitting on the top of my head. "What the hell!" I exclaimed.
Barry laughed. "Relax, little bro." he said with a huge grin on his face. "Just giving you a little incentive to do one last rep. They feel pretty heavy, don't they? Hurry up or I will drag these big boys across your face."
"Shit!" I exclaimed. My arms were so weak from my previous reps. I felt completely pinned and helpless. "Don't do it Barry, come on!" I pleaded. I could feel his heavy fleshy orbs jostling around on my forehead. It sent shivers down my spine.
"You have ten seconds before I am rubbing these back and forth across those lips of yours." Barry explained to me. "They are extra sweaty from my work out; keep that in mind." He began counting down from ten.
"Shit, no!" I gasped. With every number counted down, my body shivered. Finally, when I heard him reach three, I felt a sudden burst of adrenaline. My weak arms were filled with strength and I was able to raise the barbell back out and hang it up on the supports. As soon as I had put the bar down, I slid off the table.
Barry laughed. "Aww, too bad," he said. "Great job on that last rep. Now let's go back to the locker room so you can get a proper view."
"Dude, stay away from me!" I said angrily. "I am out of here!" I quickly exited out of the gym. I did not even bother to stop and get my things out of the locker. I figured I would return later when Barry wasn't there. I couldn't believe he put his bare ball sack on my forehead.
As soon as I got back to my apartment, I called my friend Nick. Nick was the guy I knew who seemed to know Barry the most. When the phone call had been completed, I spoke, "Hello Nick, it's Kyle. I wanted to ask you about Barry. Is he gay or something?
There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then Nick's voice came through, "Hey Kyle. Barry isn't gay or anything; he is always banging all sorts of chicks. Why are you asking me about this? I sat down in an armchair in my apartment while I held the phone up to my ear. "You have never heard anything weird about him?" I asked.
"Weird?" Nick's voice replied. "What do you mean? Well, everyone knows about his balls, they're enormous. It is definitely weird how big those things are."
"You have seen them?" I asked incredulously.
"Oh yeah, I have seen them a couple of times." Nick explained. "They're very big. If you spend any time with Barry, he will show them off to you."
"Isn't that kind of creepy?" I asked. "That he would want to show off his balls to other men."
"No way," Nick said assuredly. "I am sure if you and I had balls like that; we'd be the same way. Barry shows off because people react positively to it. Girls see those things and they want to sleep with him. Guys see them and they want to hang out with him. It's superficial, sure, but it is just the way it is."
"Ok..." I said. "I have something else to tell you. Please promise not to tell anyone else though. It is embarrassing."
"Ok, I promise," Nick said.
"The other day he was spotting me on the bench press," I started to explain. "And when I was pinned down by the bar, he put... his things, you know..., the big twins... on my forehead. I thought for a second he was going to drag it across my face"
"Oh man," Nick's voice responded through the phone. "You must have felt helpless underneath those things." The sound of a creaky door shutting could be heard through the cell phone. "Well, I am sure he was...unh... playing a joke on you."
"Maybe you're right, Nick." I said questioningly. "I just want him to leave me alone so I can workout in peace. He keeps trying to get me to look at his disgusting balls."
Nick's voice gasped slightly over the phone. "Ohhh, yeah?" Nick asked sounding distracted. "Why don't you, uhh, just let him show you them. Then he will, unh, leave you alone..."
"Are you ok Nick?" I asked. "Are you sure that is a good idea?"
"Oh yeah," Nick responded. "Don't uhh worry, I am just uhm... doing a workout right now, yeah. If I were you, I would just uhh, yeah, look at those big, huge balls. And uhm, call me back! I want to know the details! Anyways, I really gotta go right now, unnh" A click could be heard indicating that Nick had hung up the phone.
"That was odd," I said quietly to myself. The more I thought about it though the more I thought that maybe Nick was right. If I looked at Barry's balls, he would probably leave me alone. Nick had apparently seen them and I had to admit to myself that I was a little curious. It couldn't be any more embarrassing or awkward than Barry putting his balls on my forehead.
The next time I went to the gym, Barry was nowhere to be found. I worked out normally, took a shower by myself, and went home. Two days later I went back to the gym and it looked like I was once again in the clear. That was until I finished my treadmill run. As soon as I had my feet back down on stationary ground, I saw Barry walking towards my direction. I immediately felt butterflies in my stomach. I was hoping he would have forgotten and I wouldn't have to end up going through with this.
"Hey there little bro," Barry said as he walked up towards me. "You looking for someone to spot you on the bench press again? I would be more than willing." Barry grinned at me.
"No, I uhm..." I stuttered as my mind drew a blank as I was reminded of Barry's balls sitting on my forehead. "I was actually about to just shower and get out of here." I immediately regretted mentioning that I had been heading towards the shower.
"Awesome," Barry replied. "I was just heading to the shower as well."
I really did not know what to say at this point. "Uhm, ok..." I muttered. I walked over to the locker room with Barry. The whole time I fought the urge to make some sort of excuse to leave. When we arrived in the locker room, I opened my locker and grabbed my towel. I began wiping off the mixture of hot, workout sweat, and cold, nervous sweat that had accumulated around my face.
Barry yelled from the other side of the locker room, "You go ahead and shower first this time. I will meet you in there."
This was it. I could either split at this point or go into the shower and potentially see Barry's balls. I took a deep breath and walked towards the shower. It was quiet in the locker room and every step I took seemed to echo against the concrete walls that surrounded me. I finally arrived at the shower. It was a medium sized room with tiled floor. The shower room was almost entirely enclosed with just a single exit and entrance. If I started showering, there would be no way for me to leave without getting an eyeful of Barry's balls.
I nervously disrobed my clothing. I grabbed a hold of the bottom of my tanktop and pulled it up and over my head. With a single tug, I dropped my shorts and boxers at the same time. Now naked, I walked over to the showerhead and turned on the faucet. My heart was beating and my pulse was racing as the water poured over me. When I heard the sound of someone entering the shower behind me, I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up.
"Finally," Barry's voice bellowed from behind me. "It is about time you took a look at these. Come on, turn around. There is no reason to be scared. You aren't getting out of these showers without seeing them."
Nervously, I slowly turned around. My eyes remained level, focusing on Barry's face. He had a proud smirk on his face. I lowered my gaze, looking next at his well-defined chest. I swallowed hard as my focus lowered further. I was now looking at Barry's shaft. It was impressively large, even in the current flaccid state. When I looked even lower, I found myself gasping. I knew they would be big, and they most certainly were, but I was shocked at how perfect they were. They had a bulky quality to them; very masculine and I hated to admit it, downright sexy. They were big balls worthy of a world class porn star. "My god..." I uttered.
Barry took a step closer to me. The smirk on his face widened into a beaming grin. "Oh yeahh," Barry's voice spoke boomingly, boosted by the shower setting around us. "You're not dreaming," Barry said letting his voice linger before continuing. "These are for real." Barry rocked his hips. This caused his big, wrinkly nuts to shake back and forth in front of me. "Impressive, aren't they?"
As Barry's balls shook, my eyes followed them as if they were a swinging pendulum being used to hypnotize me. Seeing them in motion really showed off their power and weightiness. My eyes were completely glued on to Barry's balls. "Yeah..." I said attentively. My focus was firmly affixed on the swinging sack that was in front of me. "They're... nice."
"What do you like the most about them?" Barry asked. He took another step closer to me as he continued to bob his bulky balls back and forth in front me.
"Everything," I said immediately, without giving myself time to think first. As soon as I said it, I felt embarrassed. I couldn't understand why I was acting so enamored with another man's wrinkly balls. Without realizing it, I was blushing bright red. "I mean, I like them as much as any balls..."I said trying to save face.
"Oh yeah?" Barry asked, his voice filled with skepticism. "I think you like mine a little bit more than most." Barry reached down and gripped the back of his balls with his right hand and gave it a firm squeeze. "Ever since you laid eyes on these bad boys, you've been sporting a huge boner..."
I quickly looked down and sure enough, my cock was standing straight up. It looked hard enough to crack concrete with. "Ohh shit," I said timidly. I tried to cover it from view as best as I could with my hands. I couldn't understand why I got so hard looking at Barry's balls. "Uhm... it is hard because... the water."
Barry laughed and then shook his head. "I don't think that is how dicks work little bro," Barry said confidently. "Why don't you just admit it? You love these balls." Barry let go of his ball sack and resumed shaking them in front of me. "Go ahead and beat your dick to them. It's ok. You wouldn't be the first guy to jerk it to my big balls."
Part of me, and I am pretty sure you can tell which part, wanted badly to just grab my dick and go to town on it. I felt capable of having one of the biggest orgasms of my life at that moment. However, the reasoning part of me told me to get out of there. If I beat off to Barry's balls, there would be nothing to stop him from using that huge sagging bag of his to manipulate me further.
"Ok," I said quickly. "I looked at them. We are done here. I am going home." I walked past Barry and through the entrance/exit to the shower. Part of me wanted to look back for one last eyeful of Barry's balls but I was able to resist the temptation. I dried myself off with a towel very quickly and haphazardly. I threw on the clothes and left the gym.
On the way home, I felt the phone vibrate in my pants pocket. The feeling was particularly startling because I still had a massive erection. I looked at the phone and when I saw that the message was from Barry, I put the phone back in my pocket. "Fuck that," I muttered to myself. As I continued home, I began thinking maybe he had sent me an apology. I eventually decided to check the message. When I clicked on the message icon on the phone, a picture of Barry's distinct, heavy balls popped up on my screen. There was a text message underneath that suggested I have fun jerking off to the photo. "What an asshole," I said to myself. I kept looking at the picture as I made my way home.
When I finally arrived, I immediately called my friend Nick.
"Hello?" Nick's voice sounded over my phone.
"Nick, its Kyle." I spoke with an urgent tone of voice. "I have to talk to you about Barry. He showed me...erm... he showed me the twins."
"Oh shittt," Nick said excitedly through the phone. "Hold on Kyle, let me close the door." I could hear a creaking sound like a door closing. I than heard the click of a lock. There were some rustling sounds and then I heard a noise that sounded like a zipper. "Ok," Nick's voice sounded back through the speaker on my phone. "Give me the details."
"We were at the gym," I explained. "I decided I would take the shower with him. I was following your advice. He came in and... oh my god... they were so big. He just started swinging them in front of me."
"Jesus!" Nick replied through the phone. "What did you do?"
"I-I couldn't stop looking at them!" I admitted. "You know that I am straight but, seeing those balls, they turned me on. I mean, just think of what those things could do to some innocent girl..." I took in some deep breaths. "I am embarrassed to admit this but I got a huge erection. Barry told me that I should just jerk off while he showed them off."
"Wow," Nick's voice sound amazed through the phone. "Please, unh, tell me you jerked to them."
"No, I didn't." I said. "I felt like he was trying to seduce me or something. Like he was going to use his uhh... twins... to make me do something really humiliating or disgusting with him. He even sent me a picture of them after I left."
"Oh yeahh," Nick breathed heavily into the phone.
"Exactly," I said. "And I am straight, I don't jerk it to guy's balls..."
"You, unh, should though." Nick said in-between grunts. "You have to."
"Are you ok, Nick?" I asked. "It sounds like you are having trouble talking to me. Did you just say I should jerk off to his balls?"
"Unnh, yeah..." Nick moaned through the phone. "I am just, unh, working out... You gotta beat your dick... unh... to his picture and also... to him. If you do that, unh, you will lose interest. You will... get tired of it."
"So let me get this straight," I said. "You think I should jerk off to his balls. That way I will just get bored of them after a few times?"
"Unh, exactly," Nick's voice spoke through my phone. "And, unhh, keep calling me... with the details."
"Thanks Nick," I said. "I will let you go so you can finish working out." I hung up the phone. That night, I opened up my cell phone and beat my dick vigorously thinking about Barry's balls. I thought about all the girls I knew who had dated Barry and how they must have looked with his enormous sack against their faces. I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life thinking about it.
As the week went on, I followed Nick's advice and continued to jerk off to the picture of Barry's balls. However, it did not seem to be helping my situation. I kept thinking about Barry's balls more and more. I wondered what it was like for the girls who sucked on them and played with them. Every time after I blew my load, I would get frustrated. Finally, I decided I had to take it the next step further, as Nick had advised. I had to take Barry up on his original offer. If I had just done it in the first place, then maybe I wouldn't even be thinking about it right now.
The next time I was at the gym I spotted Barry sitting on a bench while he was lifting a dumbbell. I walked over to him and gently tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey Barry, do you have time to talk?" I asked him in voice that was almost as quiet as a whisper.
Barry turned his head around and looked at me. He lowered the dumbbell he was holding to the ground and flexed his muscles. "Sure," he said nonchalantly. "What's up?"
"Hey..." I spoke nervously. "About the other day... in the shower." I felt unnerved by Barry who was staring intently at me. "I... am sorry I left. I just... was afraid someone would see us. But, is there anyway that I could... get another chance?" Barry crossed his arms and looked me over. "I knew you'd be back," he said with a smirk. "Come over to my house in exactly one hour. We can sort this out over there." Barry stood up and walked over to the other side of the gym.
"I can't believe I am doing this," I muttered to myself. I got into my car and headed straight to Barry's house. I got there early as there was no point in going anywhere else or trying to do anything else in the meantime. My body was practically shaking with anticipation. I got into the backseat and laid down on my backside. I gripped my cock with my right hand and jerked on my dick while I held up the cell phone with the picture of Barry's big sack with my left. I couldn't wait to see them again in person. My mind was filled with thoughts of Barry's balls swinging in front of me.
As I fantasized, the time flew by. The next time I looked up at the clock in the dashboard of my car, it was time to go. I got out of the car and walked up to the door of Barry's house. I knocked on it twice and waited. My heart was pounding at this point and my dick was as hard as a steel pole.
Barry opened up the front door and invited me inside. He was clearly dressed for the occasion. He was entirely naked with the exception of one flimsy piece of clothing that would best be described as a type of pouch which covered nothing with the exception of his oversized genitals. "Come on in," Barry said cheerfully. After I entered his house, Barry closed the door behind us and fastened the lock.
Seeing that Barry was nearly naked, I immediately felt overdressed. I reached for my zipper and tried pulling it down only to be interrupted. "Whoa," Barry said as he grabbed my hand and pulled it away from my groin. "Don't make this creepy, little bro. Just relax."
"I'm sorry," I explained. "I just want to get this over with..."
Barry shook his head at me. "Let's do this right," he said. "Here, sit on that beanbag over there."
I followed Barry's directions and sat down on a blue beanbag chair in the corner of the room. My body sunk into the chair when I sat down on it. The end result left me fairly low to the ground. After sitting, I looked up at Barry.
Barry walked up to me, literally backing me into a corner. "Is that seat comfy?" he asked. "I have all the girls who come over sit in that chair. They love sitting there while I show them off." Barry grabbed the pouch he was wearing and slowly unsheathed his large, flaccid cock and his perfect, bulky, and big set of balls.
I nearly blew a load in my pants, just at the sight of Barry's large, masculine sack. "My god," I gasped. This was the second time I had seen them but they still left me short of breath. They were even more impressive up close and at eye level. I could see why Barry used this spot to showcase the goods. I could only imagine how many hot girls have sat in this very spot and admired Barry's balls.
"These balls are big business," Barry boasted. Barry began shaking his large balls back and forth in front of me. It was similar to the maneuver he used previously when we had showered together at the gym. "You wished yours were like mine, don't you?"
"Yes..." I admitted hesitantly. My eyes moved back and forth following the motions of Barry's big balls. "They're big... and uhhh, nice."
"What about sexy?" Barry asked. He moved forward a little bit more to give me a better view. "Do they turn you on?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yes," I replied meekly. I was hopeless mesmerized by Barry's balls at this point. "I am very turned on by them."
"I bet," Barry said as he moved closer to me once again. "Go ahead and touch them. I want you to feel how heavy they are."
I extended my hand as if Barry was mind controlling me. I wanted so badly to touch and play with his balls; I could hardly resist his request. But before my fingers brushed up against the flesh of his balls, I remembered my true purpose. "T-that's ok Barry," I responded. "I am just going to jerk off here, it will be quick..."
"Bullshit," Barry said in an annoyed tone of voice. He pushed his hips forward which caused his huge sack to bump up against my open palm. The flesh and weight of Barry's sizable balls were now firmly pressed up against my hand. "Rub my balls."
Maybe it would not be such a big deal to play with them just for a little bit, I reasoned to myself in my head. I closed my hand and took a grip on part of Barry's sack. It felt warm, weighty, and powerful in my hand. I extended my other hand and gripped the opposite side of it as well.
"Ohh yeah," Barry snickered. "Come on, work some magic on them."
I ran my hands up, down, and around Barry's balls. A few times I lifted Barry's balls from the bottom and then dropped them just to watch them fall and dangle in front of me. I then began gently squeezing and rubbing Barry's balls. As I rubbed them , my hands would occasionally brush up against Barry's shaft.
"There you go, unh," Barry moaned as I rubbed his balls. Barry allowed me to rub his balls for several minutes . During that time, Barry stood there solidly and enjoyed himself. Eventually, he pulled his balls away from my hands and began swinging them as he had done earlier. "Thanks, you are a real pro at rubbing balls."
I blushed red at the compliment. I was a little disappointed that I did not get to play with Barry's balls for longer. I didn't have too much time to reflect though because I found myself once again staring at Barry's swinging balls. This time they were closer than ever, literally inches from my face. After several swinging motions, Barry's balls swung a little too close and ended up brushing up against my cheek and nose. "Hey!" I objected. "Not on my face, please!"
"Sorry about that, bro," Barry said as he resumed his swinging motions. He swung for another minute before striking me again in the face. "Oops!" Barry apologized insincerely. As Barry continued to swing, he increasingly "by mistake" hit me in the face with his balls. Eventually it got to the point where Barry's balls were smacking against my face every time Barry swung them.
I was afraid to try and object because I knew if I opened my mouth, Barry's balls might come swinging inside. As the balls repeatedly pressed up against my nose, I smelled an almost intoxicating, testosterone drenched smell coming from them. Between that and the repetitive slapping noise of flesh smacking together, my dick was rock hard. I tried to reach down and undo the zipper of my pants but my vision was obscured by Barry's cock and balls. Eventually I just began rubbing my cock through my pants with my hand.
Barry moved as close to me as he possibly could. At this point he was no longer swinging his balls but pretty much just rubbing them up against my face. He smashed his wrinkly sac against my forehead and dragged it down and over my eyes and nose. He then pushed it down and in against my lips. Finally, he let it slide it down my chin. When he reached the bottom he would reverse the process and drag his sack upwards against my face. Barry did this repeatedly, making sure his sweaty balls rubbed against every part of my face. "Mmm, yeah..." Barry said as he smirked down at me. Finally, he pulled back and removed his balls from my face. "Kiss my balls."
"Come on Barry," I objected. "That's weird. Please, just let me jerk off..."
"Hey, I am the one doing you a favor here." Barry responded indignantly. "You're not jerking anything if you don't do what I say. Now kiss my balls."
"Shit..." I muttered. I was heavily conflicted. I knew I was headed on a bad path here but I was so horny and I wanted to beat off so bad, I figured that at this point I would just do what he said. With much hesitation, I moved my face forward and quickly kissed Barry's bulky ball sack.
"What?" Barry objected. "That was no kiss. Come on, I want you to kiss it like you'd kiss your girlfriend. Don't bullshit me bro."
"Are you serious?" I said with disbelief. When I looked up at his face I could tell that he was. I couldn't believe how narcissistic this guy was. I once again moved my face up to his wrinkly sac. I puckered my lips and pressed them firmly against one of Barry's large balls. For several seconds I kissed it and when I let go, I followed up with several more. A few times I even touched the flesh of it with the tip of my tongue.
"That's better," Barry said with an amused look on his face. "It looks like you really are in love with my balls. Now open your mouth. You're going to suck my balls."
"Wha...!" I began to object but as soon as I opened my mouth, Barry shoved his balls inside the exposed insides of my mouth. "Mmmf! Unng!" I tried to speak but couldn't. I felt the flesh of Barry's balls push inside of me and brush up against my tongue. I was overwhelmed by the taste and scent of his balls. The bitter taste of sweat and testosterone that radiated off the smooth skin of Barry's shapely balls only boosted my already overwhelmed sex drive. After several failed attempts to speak, I just gave in and started to suck on his balls. I swished them around in my mouth and massaged them with my tongue.
"Ohh god..." Barry moaned as I serviced his testicles. "I have been wanting this so bad. The minute I saw that innocent face...unhh... I knew I had to teabag the shit out of it. This is soooo hot..."
I continued to suck, feeling humiliated but incredibly turned on. I then noticed something disturbing. As I sucked on Barry's big balls, his shaft which was hanging above my face was slowly growing. I could see blood was being pumped into it and that it was growing longer, bigger, and harder.
"You are soo good sucking on those balls," Barry commented. "I can't wait for this blowjob that you are about to give me."
"Mmf, mmf!" I tried to respond but my mouth was full of the wrinkly skin of Barry's sack. As I mumbled, Barry's long, hard shaft pressed up against the side of my face. I could feel it twitch as Barry rubbed it against my face.
"Yeahh..." Barry moaned as he grinned down at me. With his balls still partially in my mouth, flesh sloppily hanging out the sides of my moist lips, Barry began pushing his hips forward which caused his steel shaft to repeatedly pummel me in the face. Like a club, his cock would spring back and forth, striking me with the large dome shaped tip. "I'm sooo... hard!" Barry grunted.
After a great deal of effort, I finally managed to dislodge Barry's swollen nuts from my mouth by pulling my head downward. After doing so, I immediately gasped for air. When I looked above me, all I could see was Barry's massive balls and his intimidating cock dangling above me. "Let's not get out of hand..." I said feebly through heavy breathing.
"What? You didn't think you were going to come in here and get me all worked up and then leave, did you?" Barry chuckled while he spoke. Barry grabbed the base of his thick shaft and swung it around in front of my face. He then moved forward and let the bloated, velvety tip of his fat cockhead slide across my closed lips. Precum from the slit of his cock smeared across my virgin lips. Barry let go of his cock and folded his arms as he looked down at me. "I am not letting you jerk off unless you suck it. Between the two of us, we both know who has the real set of balls. Suck my dick, right now."
I felt so helpless underneath Barry's intimidating cock and balls. I was backed into the corner with no where to run. The worst part of it was that I was so horny it almost felt like it was crippling me. I felt like I had been split into two separate parts. One part was disgusted and horrified about becoming Barry's blowjob bitch while the second part relished in sexual sadism and wanted nothing more than to see the first part suffer by allowing Barry's big cock to violate my mouth.
"C'mon, you know you want to." Barry egged me on. He shifted his hips which caused his rock hard shaft to swing inches in front of my face. "You already tasted my balls. Just look at this big thing swinging in front of you. Don't you want to suck on it?"
Barry's cock looked so hard and powerful as it swung in front of me. "I don't know," I sounded desperate as my eyes remained transfixed. "It looks so hard... and veiny." Reluctantly I extended my hand and took a hold of the shaft and rubbed it slightly. It felt hard and warm in my hand. My gentle rubbing caused a small amount of precum to ooze out of the tip. I felt my dick lurch inside my pants as shivers ran down my spine. I let out a heavy sigh, "Ok... I'll do it... I'll suck your dick."
"Alright!" Barry said gleefully. "I didn't think it was going to be that easy. Make sure you use your tongue while you suck. I want you to really taste my cock." Barry maneuvered his large cock so the head was pointed straight towards my closed lips. "Come on, open wide!"
I reluctantly parted my lips. My mouth opened wide enough for Barry to move the head of his cock inside. The edges of my lips brushed up against the velvety sides of Barry's cockhead as it slid into my mouth. As the cock entered my mouth, I closed my lips around the thick shaft. My tongue flicked across the tip of the cockhead while it was inside of my mouth. I felt the salty taste of Barry's precum soak into my tongue. Much like Barry's ball sack, his cock tasted warm, masculine, and heavy. His cock in particular felt dense and I could feel it twitching while I sucked it.
"Ohh yeah," Barry moaned. "I can't believe that I am getting my dick sucked right now. So good..." With Barry's cock snug inside my mouth, I began slowly to move my head back and forth. This caused my wet mouth and tongue to slide back and forth across Barry's thick shaft. As I sucked, my head bobbed back and forth. In one motion, I moved my face far down Barry's long shaft. I could feel the head of his cock push deep inside of my head towards the back of my throat. As I tightened my moist lips against the skin of the lower part of Barry's shaft, my eyes looked upward and made contact with Barry's gaze.
"Hell yess..." Barry said ecstatically as he looked me in the eye with a smirk on his face. "Good job, cock sucker. Suck my cock like a slutty bimbo. Come on, like a slut!"
I blushed a bright shade of red as my head bobbed back and forth on Barry's big dick. I pulled my head back off of Barry's cock. The head of Barry's cock was pulsating and glistening with my saliva on it. I stuck my tongue out and flicked it back and forth across the slit of Barry's cock. I could taste his precum once again on my tongue. "It's salty..." I commented as I continued to blush. I resumed sucking on Barry's big cock. While I serviced Barry's dick with my mouth, I used my hands to gently massage his impressive balls.
"Ohh yeeahhh..." Barry moaned as I serviced him "Keep sucking, bimbo." Barry closed his eyes as he concentrated on enjoying my blowjob. Barry reached down with both of his hands and grabbed my bobbing head, stopping it in its place. With my head now solitary, Barry took over the movement. He moved his hips, causing his huge member to slide in and out of me. At first he moved gently but he increased his pace steadily. Soon enough, he was aggressively fucking my face with his shaft.
"Mmf," I mumbled as Barry grabbed my head and used it as his personal cock massager. Every time that Barry thrusted his cock inside of my mouth, I felt his large balls smack violently against my chin. As I felt the powerful balls striking my chin, I began to imagine the huge amount of cum that his heavy flesh bags had to be filled with. I knew I was going to have to move fast if I didn't want a sticky semen shower. Before my fears were realized though, I felt Barry let go of my head and his thick, pulsing cock slid out of my mouth until the fat cockhead rubbed against my lips before popping out of my mouth.
"Take off your pants and start jerking it." Barry commanded as he stood above me, his rock hard cock hanging across from my face.
Was I finally off the hook, I wondered. Perhaps Barry had felt I had been humiliated enough. I didn't speculate for long; I wanted to jerk off and get out of there before he subjected me to whatever other dirty thing that he could think of. Quickly I yanked my shorts and boxers off in one swoop. My swollen, ultra hard dick popped out like a tiger released from a tiny cage. I grabbed hold of my cock with my right hand. The feeling of the flesh of my hand pressing up against my cock felt like I just punched myself in the face with a fist full of ecstasy. My body actually withered. I felt such an overwhelming amount of pleasure, it made me feel weak and powerless.
"Looks like you have been enjoying yourself," Barry chuckled. "You're going to really like this next part. I am going to pound the shit out of that ass of yours." Before I had a chance to respond, Barry grabbed my weak body with his strong arms. He maneuvered me around so my chest laid flat against the beanbag chair and my vulnerable ass ended up pointed up towards his hard cock. As he moved me, my hand was separated from my needy cock.
"Nooo, Barry!" I pleaded. "Not my ass, come on now!" I panicked as I was overcome with a combination of fear and raunchy horniness. In my stupor, I noticed that my cell phone was on the ground nearby me. It must have fallen out of my pocket when I had pulled my shorts off. I quickly grabbed it and brought it up close to my face. I dialed Nick's number and began speaking into the phone, "Nick, Nick!"
"Hello?" Nick's voice sounded through the speaker of the phone.
"Shit! Nick, I am at Barry's house!" I spoke as quickly as I could through the phone. "I was just supposed to jerk off but it went bad. He's got me bent over... I think he wants to... use my back passage." I tilted my head backwards and I could see Barry squirting some lubricant on his hard dick. "Should I try to run?"
The sound of a door closing and something unzipping could be heard on the other end of the line. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Nick's voice responded, "No! Unh... stay there... You can't leave until you jerk it. And whatever you do... unh... don't hang up... and keep me updated."
"Shit," I said. "I don't have a lot of time!" I put the phone on speaker and set it down next to me. With my right hand now free, I quickly grabbed a hold of my dick and began rubbing it. I started to lift myself off of the beanbag but as I did so but I felt Barry's powerful arms push me back into place.
"I didn't say you could move anywhere," Barry said. He positioned his lubricated cock towards my firm ass cheeks. He began to push his dick forward as if he were fucking me. His huge dick bounced forward in the air until the tip of the cock pressed hard up against the flesh of my left ass cheek. He then pulled back and repeated the process.
My hand continued to firmly grasp my own shaft. I tried to jerk off but as much as my body wanted to have an orgasm, every time I felt Barry's cockhead bounce against one of my ass cheeks, I felt my body shiver which would serve as a distraction. With every pump, I could feel Barry getting the tip of his cock closer and closer to my virgin hole. Eventually I felt the large, lubed up tip of it smack up against my hole. "Shit!" I yelled. "It just touched my hole!"
"Hmm," Barry murmured. "So that is the right spot, is it?" Barry resumed his pumping motion. The fat head of his cock once again slammed up against my virgin opening. Barry repeated the process and this time his lubed up tip managed to slide partially into my insides.
"Oh god," I shrieked. "It's inside of me!" I felt the slippery tip push into my butt. It felt so weird. I didn't have long to ponder it though because I suddenly felt a sharp pain as the whole cock head pushed into me. It hurt more than I would have expected and it did not stop as Barry pushed more and more of his large cock into my insides. Eventually it felt as if he had pushed it as far as it could go. At this point, the severe pain subsided. It was replaced by a sore, somewhat pleasurable numbness. I could feel the huge cock pulsating inside me. I felt helpless and completely impaled by the large foreign invader inside my ass. "It feels so big... and it is so deep in me..."
"You've got a tight little ass, bimbo," Barry said mockingly. "It feels even better than your mouth." Barry began to slowly pull back on his cock. It slid out of me which felt indescribably weird. When Barry had about pulled it completely from my hole, he reversed course and stuffed it back in. He continued this process, starting out slow and then moving faster and faster.
Helplessly, I remained bent over the beanbag as I was thoroughly fucked by Barry's big cock. At first it had felt very uncomfortable but as he continued, it began to feel strangely satisfying. With every thrust inside of me, I grunted or moaned. As the pounding became faster paced, I felt myself short on breath as a result. "Uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, uh," I grunted repeatedly in an increasingly high tone of pitch. The large cock pounding my ass made me feel dainty and feminine and it seemed as if my voice adjusted accordingly.
After quite a thorough pounding, I felt Barry's hard cock slide completely out of my ass. I felt his strong hands grasp my buttcheeks and hold them in place. I then felt something new slide into my ass. It felt warm, big, heavy, but not quite as hard. It felt so weird smashed into the sore inside of my ass.
Barry laughed as he stood behind me. "What a bitch," he said. "I just teabagged your ass, bimbo. My balls are in your butt."
"Oh my god," I gasped. The thought of Barry's huge, saggy ball sack inside of me was too much. My cock started orgasming. It was the most intense orgasm I had ever had. I sprayed stream after stream of cum on to Barry's beanbag. "I am cumming! Ohh, god..." I moaned.
Barry continued to laugh as he watched me orgasm with his balls hanging inside of my ass. He pulled his swollen orbs out of me which caused my knees to buckle and my body to fall over. As he looked over my cum covered, exhausted, and weak body, he once again smirked and swung his large junk in front of me. "Well, it looks like you got what you wanted," he explained. "You could go... but a real slut would want to see this through to the end."
I took several deep breaths. I turned and looked at my cell phone. It looked like Nick was still on the line and I could hear some gasping coming through the phone's speaker. I then turned and looked at Barry's huge cock and swollen, big balls. My ass and cock felt sore and overworked but I was still incredibly horny "Shit..." I muttered.
Barry took a step closer to me and shook his cock and balls in front of my face. "Come on!" Barry encouraged me. "Rub my balls!"
I extended my trembling hands forward. My right hand grabbed the base of Barry's hard shaft while my left hand squeezed his swollen balls. I looked nervously at the bloated cockhead. As I slowly pumped my hand up and down the cock, I could see precum ooze out from the tip.
"Yesss..." Barry moaned. "You are going to get hosed, slut." Barry's cock started twitching in my hand. It was shortly followed by a sudden violent spurt of cum which nailed me straight in my face. "Ohh yeah, that's hot..." Barry moaned as he admired my soiled face.
I could feel the warm cum smack against my face and run down my cheek. It smelled very much like Barry's sweaty balls. I did not have long to dwell on it though because several more spurts began erupting from the swollen head of Barry's cock. Wave after wave of pungent cum hit me square in the face. All I could do was close my eyes and frown as I was coated in Barry's sticky substance.
Not satisfied with merely blasting my face with cum from a foot away, Barry grabbed hold of the hair towards the back of my head and brought my face up close to his cock. While he did so, his cock continued to spew large sloppy spurts of cum on to my face. "Take my cum all over your face, slut!" Barry said forcefully. When the flow of cum began to die down, Barry again spoke up, "keep rubbing those balls."
Feeling as if I had no choice anymore but to obey, I began rubbing and squeezing Barry's big balls. As I do so, the cum spraying picked right back up. With every squeeze, I could feel another messy gob of cum shoot or trickle out on to my face which was thoroughly drenched at this point. This seemed to go on endlessly. Finally, when I was completely soaked and had thoroughly rubbed Barry's balls, the cum began to run dry.
Barry let go of my head and stepped away from me. As he did so, a final line of sticky cum hanging between my face and the head of Barry's cock was stretched thin until it broke it apart. Barry stepped over to a nearby mirror and admired his balls and muscular body. "Don't be hard on yourself," Barry said arrogantly as he stared at himself in the mirror. "Nobody can resist my balls."
I picked up my phone from the ground. I could hear heavy breathing on the other end. I clicked the off button. Using my shirt, I made my best efforts to remove the deep sticky semen deposits from my face. After doing a poor job of removing Barry's cum, I stood up and started walking towards the door. As I took each step, my body moved awkwardly on account of my sore ass. I couldn't believe I had let him to all of that to me; all because he had such nice balls.