Barry's Big Balls

"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.