Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2013 17:38:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: azburglar@lycos.com
Subject: Barry's Big Balls

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.