Feeling Randy's Balls

Uncertain as I felt, my desires were stronger. I began unzipping his trousers while rubbing my nose against his naval hair. I could smell him! I could smell the tobacco from his relentless cigar in the crotch of his pants as I continued to unzip them. It was musty and
smokey down there. My mind was swirling. I was close to the prize. The cock I had always admired through his pants, was excruciatingly close to my realization. 

I slid his jeans and boxers down over his muscular, hairy ass, past his hard upper thighs, the shaft of his cock coming into view below a waft of curly blonde bush.

I wanted to think back high school, again. My favorite fantasy was of Paul waiting in the shadows behind the high school building after an football game.

I always worked the concession stand during the home games to get free admission and make some extra money. I hated football. I worked the concession to check out the guys and their adrenoline, only fantasizing being one of them. I found myself always wanting to, and, inevitably, seeing Paul. I'd fill his order, usually a hot dog with mustard. He'd give me a slight wink and disappear into the crowd of fellow students and spectators.

After closing up the concession, I'd walk the darkest path around the school. He was never there. As I walked on, I imagined sinking in front of his cock, staring at the member I remembered from the shower and taking it into my grateful mouth. Oh, how he would have loved it, and I would have loved him. I can still imagine its full eight inch length as he pushed it to the depths of my throat having to be quiet, so very quiet, so not to draw the attention of the other passersby.
I think about what it would have smelled like. Probably manly, musty, with sticky semen oozing from its purple head. Paul would have thrust it in me, balls flopping against my chin. He wouldn't have been at all opposed to me dropping my own jeans and masturbating as I licked his hairy column and taking his spurting young cum.

Randy looked down at me. His larged hands moved to my head and steadied my as he slid his limp cock into my mouth. Instinctively, I wrapped my tongue around his shaft, and, as instinctively, he began to thrust it in and out of my throat. At first, he resisted my wondering hands as they creeped up to his hairy chest, but then relented, as his thrusts became steadier; harder! 

I wanted him. I wanted all of this pink, eight inch cock in me. I grabbed his ass cheeks in my hungry hands and pulled him as tightly to me as I could. Feeling his muscular thrusts now, I smelled his mustiness with a excitement I had only imagined what it would actually be like to suck a man as I felt his full mushroom head pound at the back of my throat. He penis tasted soft, but felt hard. I was just riding the experience when I felt a peculiar hardness overtake him in my mouth. 'Ahhh', I thought. 'He's finally getting hard'. In the next moments, violent gushes engulfed my mouth and throat. Randy groaned as I gasped, unexpectantly, and attempted to swallow his load. His thrusts became aggressive as he got his rocks off. I licked the overload from the sides of my extended mouth. He cried, "Oooh, that was nice, Mike!".

I rubbed his tight hairy ass with both my hands and watched as he extracted his sticky flacid penis from my mouth.

"Thanks Mr. Mike....that was...goood."

I looked at his beautiful form, shucked my drawers and began masturbating as he posed. Randy is one of these naturally beautiful males, totally unaware, it seems, of what a turn-on he is to other guys. Still, he stood, patiently as I panted, and leared at his form. It was quite an experience for someone who has only fantasized about having a relationship with another man and I decided to make a request of this lover. 

"Randy", I instructed, "Lay beside me and let me feel your balls."

He looked at me closely as he walked across the room. Turning his beautiful strong body around, I watched his hairy, muscular ass spread as he sat on the bed next to me, his left arm wrapping itself around my head, he laid back on the bed. My right hand reached over to his hard eggs. My left hand pumped harder and I kneaded his ample nuts remembering my thoughts of Paul and what could have been. 

I cock hardened and shot my load like I had never experienced in my life. I called out to Randy, thanking him. 

He said, "Eeeeehhhh!, Mr. Mike, I know it must feel good!"

As I slowed my pace, I leaned toward Randy wanting to give him an enormous kiss. His tight lips refused my entrance, but his arms swallowed me up. I leaned to his ear and kissed it. I whispered, "I love you, Randy." Then picking up my head, I could see him smile privately, as if he had his own dream fulfilled.

I closed my eyes and nodded off fulfilled. My dreams had come true. The nigtmare was yet to begin.

Out of my slumber, I felt an uncomfortable and painful feeling in my ass. In the blur of awakening, I became aware of Randy on top of me pressing heavily against my frame. His fingers were deep inside my rectum, twisting; turning relentlessly. He muffled my objections by pushing my head, face down in the pillow and I felt the pain of the rape that was taking place inspite of my most stringent efforts to release myself from his panting hulk. I was smothering while he gropped me! 

His fingers extricated for a second and he held my shoulders with his hands. 

"Randy!", I screamed, "What are you doing?"

Not answering, he coarsely rolled me onto my back, pinning my shoulders back with his hands. I felt a dry object being forced into my mouth. "Ohmmmmmm!", was all I could muffle in resistence.

Randy pried my calves apart as he forced his handsom body between my legs. I looked at his wild eyed expression and felt his slippery cock thrust at the door of my anus. My eyes widened in disbelief. My body shuddered. I was scared and incredulous at what was happening. His hardened penis entered my ass. I could feel his mushroom head enter me. I knew better than to resist, but, the pain was excruciating. 

Suddenly, I saw the flash of a metal object angle towards me from his left hand. He was going to kill me!

His cock pumped wildly in my ass as I caught his knife ladden hand by the wrist. His eyes were wild with desire and I could feel his nuts slam against my naked cheeks.

My grip was weakening. 'Randy, oh, Randy!', I lamented, as my mind blurred. My thoughts melted back to Paul. The times we could have had. The.....

I felt the blade cut my side as Randy spasmed violently inside of me. My mind fought the reality. I was going to die.

Suddenly as Randy took me, he removed the sock from my throat. Blood dripped from the flesh wound I had suffered.

"Gee, Mike,... that was... good!" Randy exclaimed, removing his cock from me.

I panted, in my relief, to see his tone return to normal. I looked in Randy's cold blue eyes. He smiled as he took my hand and squeezed it around his hairy balls.

Randy gazed down at me as I took in his manhood. I lowered his pants and shorts lower, transfixed on the sights I had only imagined before.

My own thick cock was straining with desire and my balls were full and wanting. My right hand moved to straighten my throbbing dick. I
wondered why Randy hadn't insisted that I remove my clothing by now. 

His cock hung five inches flacid. It had a sad pink head with a full furry set of balls pushing it further out making it look like a friendly snake.