Lick My Luscious Low Hanging Balls!bydanielblue©
My big, furry nuts have been stewing in their own funky, musky sweat all day while I worked on a construction site. My underpants are completely damp as it has been a scorcher of a day.
I'm heading straight to see you. I know how much you love it when my balls are all sweat coated and ripe. I can't wait to see your pretty face with those luscious lips and your sexy brown eyes. If anyone ever wanted to see what hunger and desire looked like they only have to look in your eyes. It's making me hard just thinking about you standing there with your snake hips and snug jeans. Your body is smooth and lean and slender, so very in contrast to mine; but I know that you love the difference as much as I do.
I'm already hard and my precum is gluing my cock to the front of my underpants. I know you will have a cold beer waiting for me, and believe me I need it on a hot day like today. But I have a feeling I might have to wait for it. You will be waiting for me at the front door and will kiss me full on the lips as soon as I arrive. You don't give a shit about what the neighbours might think, and your hand will already be making its way down the back of my shorts and between my cheeks.
I have to hussle you indoors before you make an exhibition of us both. I watch you withdraw your hand and sniff your fingers approvingly. I can see and feel that you are hard now and you just about drag me into the bedroom and start ripping my clothes off. Soon I'm butt naked and kneeling on the bed with my furry ass in the air. You start stroking my hairy thighs because you know this gets to me each and every time. Soon I am writhing around on the bed and then you take my fat balls in your hands and start snuffling around, inhaling my scent. You tongue starts to lick my salty balls and soon little happy gurgling sounds escape your lips as you busy yourself nuzzling my fun bags while tugging on my hard dick. Neither one of us will ever know why this gets you so hot, but gets you hot it does.
You pull my hard dick right back and take it into your mouth but this position is uncomfortable for me and I struggle away. You let go of my dick but grab hold of my thighs and force your face into my crack. I always feel a little embarrassed about this, the way you greedily eat my ass but I have a hard on that won't quite, and I know you have too. Your hands have gone back to stroking my balls and I feel like I could erupt in a jizz spew at any moment. Your hot tongue teases around my sensitive ring and forces its way into my hidden depths. My cock is leaking long strings of excitement juice. Man I want you so bad; I rock back and forth on the bed, forcing my puckered asshole past your lips and tongue.
I moan softly when at last your wet finger probes my asshole. You withdraw your finger and work a little more spit into me. This time it slides in with ease and I start jacking myself off. The pleasure in my ass is so intense, but I need more. I stroke my hard shaft, hoping you will hurry up and slide that long, beautiful cock of yours into me. My chocolate starfish, my winking brown eye, the centre of my being desires you. You take your time, working a dollop of lube into my ass. I hear you pant and know that at last you will give me what I desire.
You enter me in one long, slow push, filling me to completion. I shiver at the intense thrill of having your manhood fill me up so beautifully. Your hands stroke my back as you gently start stroking into me. My ass responds to your gentle fucking and soon I am completely relaxed and ready to take the pounding I know will come. You slap my ass. A loud thwack echoes through the room. I gasp and you pull you eight glorious inches all the way out of me and slam back in. The power of your forceful fucking just about takes my breath away. My hand is going crazy on my cock now as I writhe about on the bed.
You fuck like a madman, like I'm your plastic blowup doll, and I love it. Each stroke triggers a mini wave of pleasure to pulse through me. My balls are drawn up tight and each tug on my cock takes me closer and closer to the edge. Your sweat drips onto my back. I hear you murmur, and then you start to pant; this is followed by your bellow. My hand goes into overdrive. Tingles shoot up and down my inner thighs, my cock is so sensitive now it can barely stand my own touch. You grunt and flood my ass with your warm ball juice as my own cock explodes in my hand, pumping out a massive load onto your sheets.
Later, I get to have that beer while you tell me all your news. You parade that tight little bubble butt of yours around in front of me and I look forward to giving you a deep drilling later that night.
I always used to be embarrassed by the size of my balls. They just started growing one day and never seemed to stop. Whenever I'm in a locker room or shower or something I always sneak a quick look at the other guys, just to see how big their balls are, and somehow I always seem to have the largest pair.
It used to make me feel like a freak or something, that is until I met Dave. He is totally crazy about my balls and I know that he loves them more than he loves me, but I don't care. What Dave loves most is to lie on his back and have me kneel over him. Then he goes to town, playing with my smooth orbs and licking them. By the time his tongue is sore my cock is so hard that it has to have some relief.
Fortunately for me Dave loves it in the ass. He quickly turns over onto his stomach, presenting me with his firm, smooth ass. I lube him up quick cause I'm such a hurry to blow my load. Dave's a real pro at getting nailed; he doesn't seem to need much more than a moment or two of finger fucking. I lower myself into position and let my beefy cock into his ass. I wish I had more than five inches to give him, but he says it is more than plenty and what he loves more than length is girth, and that I do have.
Sometimes I don't know who is fucking who, the way he moves that ass of his about on the bed. It is like his ass is milking my shaft; it is just the most delicious thing in the world. All too soon I can feel my orgasm building. All I can do now is try and get as many strokes in as I can. You can only hold back the flood so long and my cock is just too sensitive. I take my last stroke and then world stops turning. I let out a loud grunt and my balls start to gush their creamy load. Dave wriggles about on the bed and drains the last drops out of me.
He turns over and I quickly jerk him off. Usually it take no more than twenty strokes, and he is there, sending up a jet of joy juice high into the air. It falls back on his belly and chest and I rub it into his skin before we snuggle up and go to sleep.
Sometimes I get a little irritated with my low hangers, like when I crush them by mistake or they slip out of my shorts. Sometimes I wish I could tie them up so they hung a little higher up and closer to my body. But there is one time I just love them.
There's this hotel I stay in from time to time when I travel on business. The rooms have just the best shower in the world. I usually hurry back from my meetings and turn down any offers of drinks or meals as I have a hot date with my shower head. I go into my room and pour myself a cold beer while I strip off. Just the thought of the pleasure I'm about to experience has got my cock half hard. I pace up and down the room as I finish my beer. Then its time to hit the shower.
I get the temperature just right and set the jet on pulse. I lather up and clean out my crack, wash my hair and do all the usual shower routines. Then I take the head off the hook, turn the jet to fine and aim it at my balls. I can't tell you the pleasure this gives me. These little teeth nibble away at my balls, making me feel quite weak at the knees. For once I am pleased to have such low hangers, the extra skin provides more surface area to be pleasured by the warm water. My cock is fully hard without me having to touch it and bobs about in the spray. Steam swirls all around the shower room and the smell of tea tree shampoo fills my nostrils.
I tease my little rosebud with the warm needle of spay and feel seconds away from shooting my bolt. I ease the water away from my balls and put the shower head back on the hook while I lather up again. My hand glides easily up and down my crack and over my throbbing shaft. I'm torn between giving myself a nice slow, soapy wank or letting the shower head do it all for me. I take the shower head off the wall again and aim it at my sensitive cock head. I shudder as the pleasure courses through my body.
I aim the fine spray at my asshole once more; it is like having a hundred pairs of lips all gently nuzzling at my sensitive pucker. Then its time to spray my low hangers once more. The roil around in the warm spray and start to draw up close to my body. I pinch my nipples and that little action is enough to trip me over the edge. I grunt out loud as I watch a rope of spunk blasting out of my cock, followed by a second and third. I slide down onto the floor and let the warm water wash over me as I recover from the most amazing session.
Copyright 2005 Daniel Blue