Gary Gives It Up

Back then in the day, there was a lot more horseplay between young guys. We wrestled around a bit more. The horseplay had different levels of roughness. Me, I was into some of the rougher and less accepted versions. 

I like to goose guys. Goosing is where you try and shove a finger in their ass while the guy is still dressed. And tight jeans were in fashions. A guy’s box print was usually pretty visible. If you looked hard enough, you could make out right where the balls were. I liked to rack those nuts with a quick kick or fist. A good blow to a pair of nuts was always fun. Depantsing was high on my list of things to do also. Pulling a guy’s pants off was always fun. 

I hung out with Greg a lot, mainly cause he seemed to like racking another dude as much as I did. Me and him were alike in those ways. We’d taken rough housing to a new art form. Sometimes we’d depants and dude, jeans and briefs, then rack him up! Took the poor racked up guy longer to get his pants back up.

I guess its because I did more rough housing, I noticed more. I didn’t know Gary Mason too well, he was new in the area. We all wore tight jeans back then, but Gary wore the tightest. His jeans didn’t leave nothing to guess about. He dressed his dick straight up, and you could tell it was a big one. I wasn’t sure how he did it, but he split his balls, one hung towards the left leg, the other towards the right. He had the biggest nut prints I’d ever seen. Plus, his jeans were so tight, it looked like they were mashing his balls. 

Of course I put Gary on my list of guys to rack up. I was gonna have to smash a fist into those big orbs. I was passing him on the sidewalk one day, when I got him! Since his balls were spread out like that, I only got the left one. I jumped back, laughing. He clutched at his crotch, a look of ache on his face. He stood like that for a minute, and when he moved his hands, I could swear he had thrown wood. 

Over the next couple days, I didn’t see him, but I thought about him. I was pretty sure he boned up when I racked him. Maybe he was just horned as hell that day. Or maybe it turned him on. I was gonna find out. 

I caught up with him again, I did a sneak attack and my fist met his right ball. Oh, I nailed him good! I felt his ball flattened. This time, he grabbed at his stomach. This time I could see the outline of his cock enlarging. 

So now I knew for sure. Gary boned up when his balls were hurt. This was more interesting and more exciting then anything I had experienced. I had to think fast. I grabbed the obvious boner print in his jeans.

As I squeezed it, “We gotta talk about this. You get boned when your balls are racked.”
He didn’t seem ashamed, he didn’t move away. He just nodded yes. “Come over to my house after school.” was my next brilliant idea. 
As I walked away, “Uh Brad?” he asked. I turned back to him figuring he was gonna try and wimp out on me.

He just wanted to know where I lived. The rest of the day, I was no good at school. I kept thinking about Gary. Here was a guy that got hard getting his nuts hurt. I didn’t have gym with him, so I wasn’t sure. I just saw that monster print in his tight jeans. I couldn’t really feel much of him. I wasn’t positive, but I figure he was hung like a horse.
I was into dicks. I didn’t wanna jack ‘em, I didn’t wanna suck ‘em. I wanted to hurt them. 

High School was taking forever to get out. For some reason, I didn’t want Greg to come and hang out like we always did. I made up an excuse to keep him away. 
Finally, I was home, bout 10 minutes later Gary showed up. He’s a quiet guy, he didn’t have much to say. I did the talking and he answered. So far, I wasn’t hearing anything I wanted to hear. So I figured, it was time to move to my bedroom. 

He didn’t object at all when I told him to take off his clothes. Hew didn’t get embarrassed, he didn’t worry about getting caught naked in my bedroom, he just started stripping.
I sat on the bed watching. He was down to those tight jeans and whatever he wore under them. He pulled them down as one. I didn’t realize my mouth was hanging open, I stared so hard.
In those days, everyone was cut. Everyone except Gary that is. I knew what circumcision meant and I knew I was cut, but so was everyone else. Gary had the first foreskin ever saw. It covered the head of his dick and dangled down in a puckered hood. I should have been jealous, Gary’s soft cock was bigger then my erect 6 incher. I wasn’t a bit envious, I was fascinated.

But it was his balls and their sack that dumbfounded me. The sack was wrinkled and hung halfway down his thighs. The bottom of it held two egg sized nuts. They appeared heavy enough to weigh the bag down. I had never imagined a sack or balls that size. The rest of his body was about as smooth as mine, but his dick bush and ball hairs were out there. They were thick, dark, and curled up nesting around his cock, growing wildly out of his sack.

I looked at Gary and I looked at his package. It didn’t seem to belong on his body, that package of his. It was like some mad scientist had transplanted all that cock and those huge balls on him. 
Recovering slightly, I told him, “Come here.” Just like that he walked over where I sat. That cock swayed, those big balls bounced. I’d never seen foreskin but I figured if I pinched it, it would hurt. So, I’m tugging on his dick hood, pinching and stretching, he don’t say a word, he doesn’t make a sound. But that cock of his, it was growing and growing and growing. 

So, he’s quiet right? So I’m figuring that he’s boning up cause I’m touching that skin, part of his cock. I didn’t know it was hurting to him till I looked up, he was sweating beads. 
“How’s this making you feel?” I asked as I twisted his skin. 
“It hurts, it hurt pretty bad. I kinda like it.” He answered without letting any pain come thru in his voice. 

That’s when I started on his nuts. I didn’t have a lot of time, my parents would be home in an hour or so. I don’t know what made me think of it, those huge nuts in that big hairy sack. I thought about milking a cow, and I started pulling one down and squeezing it, I pulled it down as far as I could, let it bounce back up as I switched. 

About 15 minutes later, he just started cumming! He wasn’t touching his dick, I wasn’t touching his cock! It just started jerking and shooting out cum! As a guy that jerked off a couple times a day, I figured I shot pretty far. Gary was shooting cum that was flying a couple of feet! It was going all over my bed! I really didn’t mind so much, cause my hands were holding those big nuts of his while he was blasting! I could feel them pumping and trying to draw up! I held them down, squeezing and I got so fucking horny! I was holding them big sperm makers and feeling them fire! Fuck that made my own balls charge up!

Another idea hit my mind. I knew where this thought came from. I’d practically had squeezed a load out of him, I was the one that made him cum. He was gonna make me cum. 
He didn’t say no way. He said, “I don’t know how.”

I was the one that was stripping now. You open your mouth, I stick my dick in it, and you suck. I cum. You swallow. Then my dick is sucked.”
“Uh Brad? Are you gonna stand or lay down?” Gary asked.

I was kinda figuring that big dick of his might be taking away blood his brain needed but I was about to have my dick sucked for the first time. “Both,” I decided. I never was that good at multiple choice questions.

Having never experienced a hot wet mouth around my dick, I couldn’t judge his ability, but I never made it to the laying down. I never even got to fuck his mouth. I lasted maybe 5 minutes. He did swallow my load. Every drop. I was drained and done for today.

I said, “I’ll see you tomorrow man.”
Gary took the hint and started dressing. As he was leaving, he turned and said, “Uh Brad…”
“Yeah?”
Gary smiled, “Thanks.”

I was kinda glad when he was gone, but I kinda wished he was still around. As I was cleaning up the mess he made cumming, I started getting horny again.

Course, I had to tell Greg, not sure it I was telling or bragging. My first blow job was an event, even if I had gotten it from an inexperience guy. I told Greg all of it, the entire 9 yards. He didn’t believe me at first. It was when he took a good look at Gary’s dick print that he became a believer. 

Before the end of the day, he was wanting in. I didn’t have a problem with that. We ended up at Greg’s house after school. As soon as we were in Greg’s room, I didn’t have any objections when I told Gary to strip.

Pointing at his massive equipment, “See, I told ya,” I said. Greg watched for a couple of minutes as I racked Gary’s bull nuts. As soon as Gary was at full bone, Greg joined in. We each had a nut, we were having a tug of war with them. Gary never said a word, he was sweating again, other wise no one would have ever known he was in pain. 

Just like yesterday, no hand near his dick, his balls being racked heavily, he blew. 

“Feel his nut, you can feel it pumping,” I told Greg quickly. We kneaded his balls as the cum flew out of his big cock. 
Gary had hardly ended his nut and he was looking at my crotch almost hopefully. I was out of my clothes in few seconds. Greg was watching in disbelief as Gary gave me a knob job. Course, Greg didn’t wanna be left out. I lasted about 10 minutes this time. Greg was already naked and took my place. 

Greg’s dick was about the same size of mine, his balls were tight in a high sack. Gary took it on. Not a word of protest, the only sound was him sucking. 
While Greg was getting head, I went back to work on Gary’s incredible foreskin. His dick went full mast as soon as I started stretching on that hood. I twisted on his cock, bending that huge hard piece of meat. It had to be killing him, he just kept sucking.

Greg was yelling and nutting, Gary was swallowing away, gulping that fresh load down. I was horned up again from working on the big fuck stick. 
Greg got this roll of kite string. I pulled Gary’s nuts up, stretching them out on the side of his cock. Greg started wrapping the strong real tight, trapping Gary’s cock and balls inside it. 
Gary didn’t say a word, he just sat quietly watching his dick and balls become one big fat tube covered in kite string. He had a slight smile, vague like he was lost in his own world.

That’s when I decided I was gonna fuck him. Gary’s cock and balls were totally bound together now. One odd shaped tube encased in string. Bulges showed where his balls were smashed against his hard on. I gave those bulges a hard squeeze.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, Gary.” I announced. 
“In my butt?” Gary asked.
“Yeah, roll over on your stomach, I’m gonna fuck your butt.”

Gary didn’t hesitate. He lay on his stomach, legs spread, slight smile on his face. His dick and nuts had to really hurt now as tight as they were bound. Not a word, just that faint smile.
“You really gonna dick his ass?” Greg laughed.

“Yep, give me your jack lotion.” I replied. I put some lotion on my cock and climbed over Gary. I pressed my dick against his asshole, nothing happened, I didn’t go in. I pressed harder and harder, finally the head of my cock started breaking inside.

It had to hurt him, it hurt my fucking dick getting inside his ass. Not a word came out of his mouth. Never having fucked before, I forgot about Gary for a while. It might have been his ass making my dick feel good, but all I could do was fuck.

Greg watched and offered suggestions. I slammed fucked, I slow fucked. I jabbed and stabbed. Gary was quiet and looking peaceful. I fucked him for half and hour, not a word, not a sound.
I sure had some sounds to make when I started nutting in his ass! I shot my load right in his butt, figuring it would come out of him one way or another. I was tired, I tried to rest on his back but Greg wouldn’t have it. Greg wanted to fuck now.

“Damn!” Greg smiled as he slipped in. I watched Gary, Greg was pounding it to his ass, Gary just kept that strange look, all quiet. He never complained, never let on what he was enduring. 
After Greg finished up with Gary ass, I started to free his cock and balls. It was time for another rack session. Time to milk the cum out his balls.